When Love started that list thing back in June, I had an idea of what this would mean: no T&D, no BJs, nothing the whole July through. I was almost right. This afternoon I made a hook on the last thing on my list (licking Master’s hiking shoes clean, and well, no, it did not taste well as we were hiking last weekend when the paths turned out to be a bit muddy). In retrospective I liked the list, but of course I did not like that Master kept his genuine plan and denied anything. Ugh. So, when I made that final hook today, he was very content with me and told me so. Although I had the thought, I did not ask him whether or not he would allow me anything and he seemed bemused by that. Of course he knew I was on the verge of begging him.
He made me kneel by his side while reading the newspaper, tapped my head every now and then and did nothing for a long time. I grew hornier, of course, and he realized I became nervous. “What do you wish for, son?”. I did not know what to answer as everything could turn out to be wrong. “Don’t ya think a nice big plug would fit you well?”. Hhhhh! Yes, of course. When he had placed the toy, I thought that it was odd, but my hole had shrinked. Love seemed to enjoy the fact and suggested we could enlarge the times I won’t get fucked because it’s so nice to hear me moan and see me getting stretched. Ahm, yes, sure, as you wish. Then again he made me kneel by his side and read some more newpapers. “Do you already have a wet spot in your pants, son?”, he asked mildly smiling, and sure I had. “Hum, I don’t know, perhaps it’d better for your health if you just kept the plug in place until tomorrow and then we’ll see. What do you think?”. I had no words, just a picture in my head of my suffering another day, but I managed to utter again “as you wish, Sir”. He just laughed.
When he finally asked me to get up, bring the paddle, pull down my trousers and pants and come over his knee, I was very grateful. I had missed being spanked at least as much as being fucked or giving BJs. It was very, very intense when the wood finally hit my skin. Sent waves of lust and anger through my body. I asked myself how I could ever have made it through these five weeks. John took his time and gifted me with severe pain and a very red ass. When he paused, he softly stroked my skin. When he changed to his hand to hit me, I was leaking precum like mad and it dropped on his trousers. Although I’m the one to clean them again, Love was a bit upset by such misbehaviour. He told me to go to our sleeping room, undress and stand straight until he would follow. I did. When he entered the room, he had brought the waterproof trousers and the waterproof cape I wear when we’re hiking and it starts raining.
“Make your nipples hard, son”, he demanded and I did (it did not take long). He placed two very tight clamps on them. Ugh, yes! “I still don’t know whether I shall release you from the Birdlock or not. What do you think? Have you been a good, obedient boy? Do you deserve your tiny cock released?”. Uhm, yes, I hope so, Sir. He made me wait and walked around me. “Tell me, what was the hardest thing during the past weeks?”. I answered: to watch you having sex with other men, to watch you sucking them off and being denied all the way. He smiled. “Yeah, you were going insane, huh?”. I was. “See, I’m your husband, I’m your Dad and I’m your Master…d’you know what that means?”. Uhm… “I can do whatever I please, right?”. Yes, right, Sir. He pulled on the clamps which sent shivers down into my cock. “And right now I’m really eager to see you suffer, boy. To make it very uncomfy for you, see?”. Yeah, and my hands turned wet.
The clamps stayed where they were, so did the plug. He asked me to pull over the waterproof clothes and then lay on the bed. He put the hood over my head and eyes and pulled the strings so that the only part of my face uncovered were my nose and mouth. The spread the blankets over me, both his and mine, and tucked them under. Then he came to me side and started kissing me. Just kissing me and whispering to me. I thought I’d go insane. It was tight and grew quite hot, and as the plastic stuck to my skin, moving became very annoying. “Sh, sh, little, just lay still, Dad’s here to take care for you”. And again his curious, greedy mouth on mine, his fingers softly on my chest, wandering deeper and just grazing my cock. After a long while he went to the cupbord and when he returned, he had brought the electric blanket. He spread it on my chest and belly, then added another woollen blanket and a thick pillow. “What if I have to pee?”, I giggled, a bit desperate. “Then you must wet yourself, honey, and hope for the trousers to keep waterproof”. Ugh, yes. Thank god I have a big bladder.
Love returned, again kissing and stroking me tenderly. “Are you already getting hot, son?”. Like hell. He smiled, kissed me on the nose and told me he’d return in a few minutes. When he did, he had brought a baby bottle with tea. Not hot, but warm enough. He let me drink it all, while he kept kissing and slightly touching me, until I felt like melting wax. “How’s your cock? That little thingy of yours…d’you feel a bit nervous between your legs, sugar?”. I did and kindly asked him to release me. “And then? What shall I do then?” I told him and he smiled, but with a sigh. “Oh boy, that’s rude. Didn’t I tell you I will never ever take that slutty little cock in my mouth, huh?”. He came close to my ear and whispered “you will never cum again by getting sucked off, boy”. Ugh!!!!!! I was desperate and he saw it, so he turned to the electric blanket and put it away. It was very, very hot! I was sweating like crazy.
He seated himself upon my belly and very slowly made his way through all the layers to my cock. When he finally pulled out the key from under his shirt, I felt like crying, that lucky me. He took his time and enjoyed watching my tortured cock unfold, then, without touching it, pulled the trousers and the blankets back over me. I had an instant hard-on which hurt a bit. While John returned to kiss and cuddle me, he began slapping my cock with tender strokes every now and then, very tenderly, very cruel. I was pranting franticly.
“I just had a thought”, he whispered into my ear, while the slapped me harder and added some massaging movements. “I won’t suck my husband off, right?” Yeah. He kept moving and I kept sweating and wishing to cum. “But there might be a way”. What the heck?!! He kept slapping. “You know, I don’t like cunts. But I’d like to see you wear nice, soft panties.” Ugh!!! “You know…they should be a little tight for your cock and balls. And be very tender. With lace.” He began hitting me harder and I felt and orgasm building up. “You’re my little fuck cunt, aren’t you?” Yes. Yes! “I want to see it. Show me you are by wearing panties, will ya?” I did not hesitate to nod my head. He smiled and took away his hand. “Good boy, well done”. Oh no!!! He smiled again, kissed me very long and tenderly. “Do you promise?” I do. “Say it.” I will wear panties, I swear. “Then I might suck you off”. Ugh, he might!
When Love returned to rub my cock through all the layers again, it just took me seconds to climax. It was so hard, it hurt, but I enjoyed it unbelieveably. I was hot, I was sweaty, I was horny like hell, everything stuck to me and was sticky, and I just kept cumming for a century. John was content and had me enjoying my situation (as he put it) for 20 more minutes, laying in my sweat and cum. When we were under the shower, he finally fucked the brains out of me and I could only think how grateful I am for that cruel, sweet, evil and loving husband of mine. I’m all yours, John, even in panties. Do as you wish.