Game Set and Match

Fazia came and put her arms around him. He smelt her perfume and skin, a slightly flowery, musky smell that left him spell bound with enticement.

“You really will be a perfect husband for me, darling. But sometimes I feel like a little more attention than even you can manage!”

“I try to please you.”

He felt tears well in his eyes and he blinked to stop them trickling.

‘What could he do more?’ he wondered. ‘What else did she need?’

“I know that you try so hard for me,” she whispered, “but even you cannot fill all my needs as a woman.”

Her hand stroked his thigh making him strain again at the cage that contained his manhood.

“What would you like me to do?” he asked plaintively. “I so need to make you contented!”

“Sometimes I need a little more. You know that you cannot be allowed to make love to me for another three months, darling. It would be so wrong of me to go back on my decision to punish you for your little indiscretion a week ago. I mean, you would lose all respect for any orders that I give you if I went back on every decision that I made for your good.”

David nodded. She was so right! That he had allowed himself to pleasure himself. What had he been thinking when he succumbed to that gross temptation?

“So,” she said heavily with a sigh, “what I have decided is that I will occasionally find a man who pleases me. That means that you do not have to worry about serving me in bed continuously without being able to share in my pleasure.”

She looked up at him and allowed her hand to feel the hard metal that was concealed in his trousers. Her fingers ran over the restraint and found the little padlock that symbolised her power over him.

David adjusted to the new reality with little displacement. His argument was not that she should not find new partners. It was not that she was declaring love and then telling him that she was going to share that love.

“Please,” he begged, “I will do whatever you ask. Whatever you need I will do for you.”

“I know that you will, darling. When we are married and you belong to me fully I will let you serve me and the new man in my life to you fullest ability. That will please me so much. But, now you are being a bad boy...”

“Please!”

“You argued with me so I have to punish you. Surely you can see that you push me to discipline you when you argue?”

“I did not mean to argue. I just wanted to tell you that I will do whatever you want. You know that I love you so much!”

“See! You are doing it again! You are questioning my decisions about your guidance. The punishment I have now decided is that you will have another three months of chastity on top of the first punishment. That means that you will still be locked up when we get married!”

David sighed with disappointment.

“I am so sorry. You are right, I really must try harder to agree with you. Sometimes I just cannot help myself from straying from the path of your guidance.”

“There, there,” she said. “I will break the rules a little for you, since you apologised so well. You can please me a little now and we will see how it goes. But,” she added in a firm voice, “you will just have to accept that I have needs that you cannot fulfil while you are in chastity. I have the right to be pleasured by any man that I choose and I will reluctantly assert that right!”

David felt her hands on his belt. The strong fingers worked to strip him and ready him to serve her. He stayed, still waiting to see if she was going to order him to undress her, but she stripped him and then circled to admire this husband to be.

He had a rangy physique. Muscular but not ripped. Tight frame and loose limbed, strong but not muscle-bound. Her name was emblazoned on his back in pink roses. A tattoo that she had bought him when they first returned to Los Angeles.

His prick was at least nine inches, but bound in the shiny chromium plated tube it was no more than four. She admired the fixture on his groin and inspected the lock and the small cage that contained his balls.

Soon he would have accumulated so much chastity punishment time that it would stretch to years and decades; then she could have the lock removed and a weld substituted. So much more practical!

Her fingertips played around his flat stomach and fluttered down to the metal that enclosed him.

“Such a shame,” she whispered. “I so need some cock in me! You have spoilt my fun!”

David hung his head in shame. It was his fault that she was unhappy. Now she had to suffer for his bad behaviour.

“So what am I going to do?” she said in a soft voice.

“Fazia, my love, I cannot decide for you. Please don’t ask me to do that, I am so scared that I might make a mistake.”

“I think that I should let you have a chance to please me and we will see if that suffices...”

She took his hand and led him to the bedroom. With slow movements she commenced the strip tease for her captive audience. Top and bra, she revealed her smooth well formed breasts. As she did so she tweaked her nipples and sighed with lust. Then her hands slipped her skirt off to reveal the stockings and lack of cover for her pussy.

Her naked cunt was stripped of all hair. A thick trickle of semen came from that gaping flower and soaked into the lacy top of her stocking.

Creamy white, mixed with the juices of her excitement, it told of her excitement and fulfilment just half an hour before.

David kneeled before the goddess that he loved and waited for her signal, but she delayed to allow him to appreciate the meaning of that scene.

“See if you can please me half as well as my new lover,” she whispered. “I still need your tongue, darling. Clean me and please me; to show your love!”

He bent forward and gently lapped at that glistening liquid. Her scent, so familiar, mixed with the heady flavour of the last man that had fucked her.

At last the tip of his tongue entered her and released another flow of liquid.

“Darling, that is so good for me,” she gasped as he pushed into her and massaged the bud of her clitoris. “I think that you are so good to me that I might allow you to touch my breasts...”

His arms extended upward and his fingers found her swelling nipples. As he sucked the cordial of her satisfaction from her slit he teased her breasts with his strong fingers. Once again he could feel the swelling that was limited by steel.

He longed to fuck her.

It would be the ultimate pleasure.

At last she climaxed with a scream of fulfilment.

Her thighs trembled and his hands came down and around to clasp her ass. They held her steady as he pushed her to further heights with his lapping tongue, until at last she was fully satisfied.

Cleansed and trembling.

“I cannot wait for your chastity to be ended,” she lied in a gentle voice. “Until then I have decided that you should always pleasure me after I have made love to the man that I have chosen to service me.”

David looked up at her flushed face and nodded.

“You know that I would do whatever you want.”

“I think that it might be better if you met him,” she said, “if I decide to allow you the favour! It might be nice if you were there when I am fucked so that you can help us both to more enjoyment. Do you think that you could do that for me?”

“If you think that I would not be in the way of your pleasure.”

“Darling, of course you would not be imposing! I am sure that a tongue that tickles me while his huge prick impales me would be such a lovely idea. Of course we cannot allow the huge cock of my new man to go unloved!”

David watched her face in rapture as she laid out his new duties.

“I would love it if you helped. I can feel another orgasm coming on just by imagining you milking my lovers so that they last longer for me as they fuck me to orgasm after orgasm. A suck, a lick and a slow hand. You could be such a help and bring so much pleasure. Just think, you would be giving me so much satisfaction.”

“I am not sure if I can suck a cock!”

“Are you arguing again,” said Fazia threateningly. “I would hate to have to prolong your chastity again...”

“No, I meant that I am not sure that I would not make mistakes. I just want to please you.”

“Good! Then it’s all decided!” she smiled down at him. “I will train you and we will see how it goes. There is always more to learn. Tomorrow we will start your training and in a trice you will become the best cock sucker in Los Angeles.”

“There is always more to learn!” he repeated.

“There is so much to try and experience and I promise that we will try everything.”

*** Chapter 13. Out.

17.09.2012 ‘Hollywood Stars’ on the ‘E’ Channel.

“Welcome to the wedding that has had the tennis world holding its breath. Finally, Fazia and Dave are tying the knot. Of course there is a tinge of sadness, even on this happy day for the perfect couple, because it reminds us that Sally Freeman has still not been found. But, I am sure that wherever she is she will be so happy that Dave and Fazia are tying the knot! We now go over to our live reporter in LA, Josephine Richter.”

“Hi there, Hollywood fans. Josie here! As you can see, behind me, all the finest tennis stars are here as well as many faces that you will recognise from stage and screen...”

Sally Freeman sat in her mistress’ boudoir waiting for her owner to arrive. She had run the bath, laid out the clothes and prepared everything for her arrival.

The television ran in the background and whispered its droning mish-mash of news and entertainment. She heard her name and glanced to see the live pictures from the USA. A location so far away and strange that she barely recognised the faces and places.

She glanced again to see the happy couple leaving for their wedding reception. It scarcely registered that the story had to do with her. In fact her head was so full of a checklist of tasks and punishments that she did not even recognise Fazia.

The door opened and Abdahlla strode into the bedroom and switched off the television with a snort.

“Tonight I will be needing you to attend to me,” she said in Arabic. “I expect you to be ready for punishment at nine and afterwards I think that you will be allowed to bring me a little pleasure. My ass demands your service and my cunt needs to be soothed.”

“Yes mistress Abdahlla,” said Sally as she watched her mistress undress.

Sagging, but huge, breasts. A gaping cunt that rent her groin amidst a mass of henna red curling pubic hair. She would want a probing tongue in every orifice tonight. That would be after the punishment caning that brought this sixty year old woman to a climax before the personal service began.

“You are much too defiant, my little slut!” said the large woman as she plunged into her bath. Water slopped onto the floor as she did so.

“The bath is too full and too cold, bitch.”

Abdahlla cast a hateful look at her American slave and smiled a crooked smile.

“I think that I should have a little work done on you. A good Muslim woman is clipped and sewn, I think that you would benefit from having those urges removed permanently, for my delectation.”

“Yes mistress.”

“That’s settled then. I think that thirty strokes of the cane will be enough to get me in the mood for your rather low quality service. Today I have decided that you need stricter supervision so I am going to start being rigorous in your training. After sex I may wish other, more personal services!

‘What is more personal than the service that I already render?’ thought Sally with resignation.

“I have determined that you would make an ideal slave to attend to all the functions of my body. Already I feel that my bladder is full to bursting, so you can make a start when I have finished my bath! Make sure that you are ready to do exactly as you are ordered, first time, without any hesitation...”

“I am yours, mistress.”

THE END

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