Hubby’s denial period ends with game of discipline

Saturday night I decided to allow hubby sexual release since he had been denied since April 18 and was on the verge of going stark raving mad. This past week he has shown all the signs of reaching his body’s limit: irritable, moody, leaking pre-cum, severe case of blue balls, discomfort. So I knew it was time but I had a busy week therefore hubby had to wait until Saturday. He survived which just proves a man can go longer than he thinks he can.

 

I was searching for a clever way to give him his release but was coming up empty. I just wasn’t in a creative mode this past weekend. But as I was skimming through some of my past blog entries, I came across one from August 2011. It was when hubby and I played a discipline game that I had found on a video clip. The game goes like this: I lay out 5 implements of punishment and hubby has to choose the order in which I use the implements of discipline on him.

The first one he would receive 20, the next 16, the next 12, the next 8 and the last 4 very hard ones. We were just getting back into the swing of things in 2011 so those numbers seemed low to me. Therefore I decided to upgrade the game. The first one he would receive 30, the next 25, the next 20, the next 10 and the last 5 very hard ones. 

Back in 2011 when we played this game the 5 implements were a riding crop, a tawse, a leather strap, a Spencer paddle and a wooden cane. This time I chose: riding crop, leather paddle, Spencer paddle, Delrin cane (the black one with the wooden handle) and wooden cane.

 

 

As I mentioned last time, having him choose his order of punishment really plays with his mind. I dressed in leather bra and leather thong (too warm for boots or gloves) and to get him in the mood I allowed him to lick my leather thong for about 3 minutes and plant kisses on my ass. Then I removed his chastity device and had him lay face down across my bed. He chose to begin with the leather paddle. I ordered him to count them out. I must have been hitting him harder than he expected because he was squirming by the time I reached 30. In fact, he was squirming so much that I decide to restrain him for the rest of the game. I put wrist and ankle cuffs on him and tied him to the posts on my bed. I told him that he could stop the game at any time but if he did, he would not get an orgasm for two more weeks. 

Next he chose the riding crop and I dished out 25 moderate blows to his reddened ass and the meaty part of the back of his legs. Hubby twisted his body from the pain but after I was done with the riding crop he began to slip into subspace. I took my soft fur glove and soothed his ass for a couple of minutes before continuing with the game.

 

 

James was relaxed from my mini-massage with the soft glove but the game had to continue. He chose the Spencer paddle. I decided to go hard and fast with the Spencer paddle.

That pretty much snapped James out of subspace as he had difficulty counting them out. Now his ass had bruises. I teased him, 

“This is the price for an orgasm. I think it’s more than fair, don’t you?” 

James next chose the wooden cane. He dreads the cane, be it wooden or Delrin. I tormented him by taking the cane and swishing it through the air, letting him anticipate what was about to happen. I slowly drew back my hand and brought the cane across his ass. James winced and stiffened his body. He endured 10 of these, although they were moderate. I was waiting for the last implement to go hard. Still, he had a few welts from the wooden cane. I gave him a breather, allowing him about 5 minutes to recover. I took the soft glove and soothed his bottom some more.  

Now would come the hard part. Five final blows with the Delrin cane. I reminded hubby that he could stop the game but the cost would be no orgasm. He had come this far so I knew he would endure the final 5.  I tapped the cane on his buttocks, drew it back and let it fly. James gave out a yell before he composed himself enough to count out “One!” 

I teased him, “Four more if you want that precious orgasm!” 

I drew the cane back and went hard again. “Two”, he screamed. I repeated this three more times and hubby endured them all. His ass was all marked up with red marks, bruises and some nasty welts. That fine line between domination and abuse was a little blurred if you saw his ass. But hey, it was only a game.  

Hubby had earned his orgasm but I was probably more aroused than he was. His cock had gone completely limp whereas my pussy was very wet. Therefore, after I untied him from the bed, I had James go down on me before he would be permitted his orgasm. Licking my pussy brought James’s passion back to life in a hurry. I made him stay there until he gave me multiple orgasms. James was twisting again, only this time not from being whipped but he was trying to hold back his own orgasm as his cock was rubbing against the mattress. I noticed this so I decided that is how I should end his denial. 

“Go ahead, James, you have my permission. Climax while you’re eating my pussy.” 

My words were all it took. James came all over the edge of the mattress. But he continued to lick me until I had one final orgasm. When he was done, his cock was still rock hard. He stood before me, breathing heavy with an erect penis. I was all relaxed from my orgasms and I figured he had earned another one.  

“Go ahead, James, jerk off for me. Stroke it and cum again.” 

I watched and it took him longer than I expected but I could tell he was on the edge so after a couple of minutes I gave him assistance by barking out the command, “DO IT!” And with that, James had his second orgasm in the most primal of male ways, giving himself a hand job as I was being entertained by this spectacle.  

I ordered him to shower, reinstall the chastity device and to come back and strip the bed and wash the sheets. It will be another two months before hubby is allowed another orgasm.