Tying Up Some Loose Ends
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Tying up some loose ends
Bigdad298
I am not homophobic, nor am I offended by its implication! I am very
situated in my sexuality. I have been married for over fifteen years to
wonderfull women. At least I had assumed she was!
It all started one evening when my wife and I were getting our groove on
if you know what I mean. We have played all kinds of sex games and I am
more than willing to play more if it means I'm getting laid! We have
played within the realms of BDSM, Women on top, Man on top, with or
without toys. This time she was oral and dabbling with my unit and I
made the horrible mistake of complaining! I didn't out and out verbalize
my issues, only suggested she could take more effort than she was by
placing my hand on the back of her head and providing her with much
needed direction!
Man did she get upset. Everything ended just as soon as it started! I
was left high and dry. I pointed out several times over the next week
that I only wanted her to get better and did not want that incident to
become an issue between us.
I came home early one evening to find my wife had playing darts? I asked
what was up and she challenged me to a game of Cricket. I agreed to the
challenge only to find her standing over near the couch stating the game
was for an evening of Dominance. I again agreed and asked if there was a
down side to this challenge, considering I was going to get laid either
way! Man was I wrong! I lost in more ways than one! She double in and
gained a lot of ground before I could even get on the board.
I love bondage and found myself in quite a mess with my own collection of
restraints. Please let me describe the best I can. I was belly chained
and cuffed to my sides. I could not reach anything that would matter. I
had another single cuff attached to my testicles. That particular cuff
had a leather tether that connected and ran up my crack of my, well you
get the idea. My Mistress had my attention for the evening. I found my
self giving my wife a blow job as she was wearing a strap on. This toy is
something new that we never used before. These types of games that my
wife and I sometime play don't bother me because they are between the two
of us. I have never had a trust issue with her or her with me. The
evening finished like they all do. Both parties completely satisfied and
completely spent!
Several days later I came home to find an envelope with my name on it. I
opened it to find detailed directions on giving and providing the best
"Blow Job" ever. I was able to derive that it was searched out and
printed from the World Wide Web. I questioned my wife of its purpose
over dinner and she replied that I had an unfair advantage over her cause
she was a women. This left me completely confused. Seeing this Sheila
responded "being a man you know better what a man likes" I asked if in
turn she then knew what another woman likes better than another male.
She smiled and said yes of course. I asked where this whole conversation
was going and Sheila stated she wanted to challenge me to a cock sucking
contest! I laughed hardily. I had no intent on becoming good at
something that I would not perform. She said it was only between the two
of us and that diligence and practice wins every time. She said that she
had found that article and another on the subject on the web and that she
was still reading the other and would forward it on to me when she was
done. Sheila asked that if I find any decent articles on the subject to
let her read them too! Several days later I came home to find that our
dinning room chairs had matching dildos attached to the backs and
pointing towards the seats from the highest part of the back rest? I
found Sheila sipping some wine and reading a book on the art of giving
head!
Sheila, haven't you taken this way to far? I asked. She smiled and said
it was all in fun and that I may learn something useful like not being
critical when receiving oral. I must agree because this whole thing of
competition is driving me over the edge. This is not normal by any
means, however neither is my wife. Sheila said that a competition is not
done right without rules and measurable outcomes. I questioned her with
nothing more than a quizzical look as I peered over at the dueling
dildos. She smirked like she always has. Without a live person
receiving we will not get appropriate feedback, however there are things
we cad do to determine who performs better. Sheila then handed me a clip
board that had the following listed.
Wife / Husband
#1 Deep Throat
#2 Duration
#3 Appropriate use of hands
#4 Gagging
#5 Effort
Sheila asked if there were any questions. Of course I asked, what's in
it for me.
Sheila stated that the winner can maintain dominance for a whole month.
This is better than darts cause I always seem to loose at that one.
Sheila stated that we both had an additional three days to practice and
that we were to begin the tourney Saturday evening at bed time! Once
again she only smiled and sat down at one of the dinning room chairs and
asked that I join her for the much needed practice. Its one thing to
play sex games in the bedroom with the lights out and an entirely
different environment in your dinning room with the lights on and you
wife sucking on a plastic phallus. I walked to the other end of the house
and watched some television. Later that evening my wife commented that
if I did not practice she would surely win and would dominate me into
sucking her strap-on for a full month. She chuckled and rolled over and
just went to sleep.
I am really regretting my suggesting that she could become better at the
art of oral! This is coming back to haunt me. In my own time and way, I
read everything I could find on blow jobs. I even practice on the toy
she had left in the dinning room. This was done when she was not home of
course.
Saturday evening was upon us and Sheila kept asking if I was ready for
bed? Well I was not prepared mentally for the game she wanted to play.
However I could not put it off for ever. Upon entering the master suite
I found Sheila dressed in a negligee with candles lit all around the
room. It was as beautiful as she was. She asked if I were ready for the
competition. Sheila, why are we doing this? I asked. She smirked and
said it's just a game. She lowered her head and stated that many a time
she played my games in this very room even when she did not feel like it.
I know this is subjective however she said, "I have tried to make this as
fair as I could."
She flipped a coin in the air and asked, "Heads or Tails?"
I answered tails out of instinct. Sheila smiled and said you lost and
that she got to choose the order of the tourney. She explained how the
events would be measured and that the clip board was atop the dresser.
She then placed the straps around her waist to which she attached her
newest toy. In all fairness it was not very large. It was average at
best. She stood near me and asked what position I would prefer? I was
unsure how to respond. Sheila told me that I had three chances for the
deep throat part and suggested I get started. Sheila handed me a tube of
lipstick? When asked what it was for she simply said that with it we
would be able to tell the depth. This is section # 1 of the tournament.
Sheila smiled and suggested that I get her dick wet and get busy! I
applied the lipstick the best I could and did as I was told and made my
best effort without gagging. My second try was my best as I had managed
to deal with most of it! Sheila stopped me and turned away to use a
measuring tape and marked the paper attached to the clip board. I asked
of the results but was told to wait till all the details were tabulated.
Sheila stated that I had earned a hash mark next to the gagging section
of the report for my gagging noise I had made while trying to deep throat
her appendage. The next part Sheila stated was the last part for me. I
was to be graded on the other items on the grade report i.e. Duration,
appropriate use of hands, gagging and effort.
Well I must admit, I gave it my all. I gyrated and twisted head and used
both of my hands as best I could! My jaw began to ache like there was no
tomorrow. I was getting tired and must have been slowing down a bit when
I heard my wife moan. I looked up to see her looking down upon me. She
was twisting her nipples pretty hard and I could tell she was very
excited. This turn of events did a lot to turn me on as well. At one
point I tried to quit but my wife owing me an insult suggested I try a
little harder and placed her hand on the back of my head and provided
direction. I knew this was coming and assumed this whole idea was
nothing more than payback for my identical reaction several days prior.
Man was I wrong! I completed my task and watched as my wife removed her
strap-on and began placing it on me!
I was wondering how she would perform the same test as I did but assumed
that I would derive a something more beneficial. I began to get excited
and became hard within the strap-on. It was thick enough that I was
unable to feel a thing. Sheila performed the same task as I had and made
marks and measured them while permitting me to watch. Having learned my
lesson I did not place my hand on her head. The evening ended just as it
started. I asked of the outcomes of this stupid contest. As it turned
out I was the winner! I am not sure if this is good thing or not.
However I did win a month of servitude from my beautiful wife. I must
admit I really enjoyed the entire month of February. Sheila must have
been getting tired of it. I found myself discussing a re-match during
the first week of March. Sheila said she wanted to up the ante! How
much longer do you wish to be enslaved I asked. Sheila only laughed and
said like I always propose, how can this be a bad thing when we both are
getting laid! I laughed at this too! I am not sure if I can trust a
woman who steals my cliché's
I asked when the new tournament would begin. She said she was doing some
thinking and would let me know. This comment alone is enough to make me
scared. This lady is evil at best. I later learned her plans were just
wrong. Several times during the month we would go to be and I would try
to approach her sexually. Sheila told me more than once that the thing
she got the most excited about was me servicing her strap-on. Sheila
said that ever since the evening of the competition she could think of
nothing less. She said the moment she looked down and saw me in the most
submissive position ever she just had to duplicate it as often as
possible.
She begged me almost every day and every night to do the thing. She
cooed and moaned at the thought of it. Again I saw no harm in obliging
her cause in the end I too got what I wanted. SEX! As it turned out,
March was my favorite month of all times. Sheila thinking that I would
gain an un-fair advantage practiced her oral skills on me. I got more
sex in this month than any other in my entire life. So I must ask where
is the down side here. Sex games with the ole lady are not that bad.
Fifteen years of marriage and trust. I have no reason not too right!
Sheila had taken me out to eat at our favorite restaurant. It has a
hotel we frequent for our more severe sex games. We have had some
wonderful nights at that hotel.
This would not be one of those nights. We had finished dinner and Sheila
set her glass of wine down and peered at me and only smirked. I asked
what was up and she said it was going to be a great night for us both.
She told me she had booked a room and had planned some sex games for us
across the parking lot at the hotel. I began to get very excited.
Sheila stated that she had some loose ends to tie up and would call for
me very shortly. I was not to leave the restaurant till she called with
my directions. Sheila kissed me and departed. I sat there for what
seamed like an eternity. My cell phone rang and I was told to pay for
the meal and meet her in room #110. She said her truck was parked just
outside the door. I could hardly wait. I knocked on the door moments
later and was greeted by my wife. I was escorted into the shower and
told to prepare for a wonderful evening of sex games and dominance.
Sheila stated that we were going to have our best blow-job re-match and
the winner could decide the evening's events. Sheila stated that in
addition to another month of servitude there was five hundred dollars to
the winner.
I must admit I had decided to win this tournament too! I had done pretty
well last time and the month of being in control was pretty good too! I
knocked when I was done with my shower and was told to wait in side.
Sheila entered moments later and asked where my lipstick was. Sheila
pointed to it on the vanity. I applied like I had the last time. I
noticed it was more of a slut red unlike the purplish color she had me
use the last time. Sheila nodded her approval and stated that we were not
allowed to use our hands this time. I was handcuffed behind my back. I
was blind folded and was led into the larger part of the hotel room.
Sheila said she had bought a bigger toy for this tourney and asked if I
was ready. Of course I am I stated and asked where it is. She had me
kneel down on a pillow and used her hand to guide me to her newest toy!
I made it all wet with my tongue and did the best I could do while trying
to maintain my balance. I must admit the texture seemed different.
Sheila stated the texture was due to a rubber being used. It was not as
stable either. I did not know any thing was wrong until I heard a
picture being taken. I saw what I thought was a flash as well through my
blindfold. I pulled the phallus out of my mouth and asked what that
picture was for. Sheila stated it was just for fun and that I should
continue. I started again and saw a second flash! I began again but
noticed that this toy seemed to be getting harder as I went along. I
knew I had been had when I felt it get real stiff and what I thought was
Sheila's hand giving me that much needed direction.
I had been had. I was very distraught and began to cry. I was assisted
to my feet. My blind fold was pulled off and what I saw was an old friend
named Stan. I used to work with Stan years ago. Probably more like
fifteen years ago. He had admitted to me after working together for a
year that he was gay. I told him I didn't care if he was gay. I used to
tease him by calling him a peter puffer. P. P. for short. This is what
he called me as he walked over to my wife and gave her an envelope,
kissed her on the cheek and said thanks, commenting that the lip stick
was a great surprise. He just walked out without saying another word.
I was mad, distraught, disgusted. I was still in cuffs though. Not much
I can do either.
Sheila walked over to where I was standing in shock and she rubbed my
back. She asked if I was o.k. I am afraid I don't understand this
whole thing. I screamed "You have violated my trust with this incident".
Sheila said it was payback for her and for Stan. I could only ask why.
She said that Stan and she have talked for years. She said that Stan was
upset with me because I never would give him the time of day after he
admitted he was gay. Sheila further said that she wanted to get even
with me for the blow job incident and could think of no better way than
this evening' plans. I asked about the pictures. Sheila said that Stan
did not get any pictures, however she had gotten two. One was a Polaroid
she would add to our dirty pictures collection. I thought there were two
pictures taken I asked. Sheila smirked and admitted the other was taken
with her cell phone and was immediately emailed to her place of work.
She smirked and said it was for nothing more than black mail when she was
ready to use it! We enjoyed what we could of the rest of the evening. I
was pretty trashed emotionally. I was reminded that I was the blow-Job
Tournament Winner again. Sheila retrieved a small trophy form her bag and
gave it to me. It was for the best P.P. ever. It had today's date on it
already. Like I said previously, this is one manipulative bitch!