Pleasure torture at the hands of my wife

This includes foot worship and post orgasm torture.

Pleasure torture introduction

My wife was out with friends for the day enjoying some relaxing downtime from her hectic schedule. I was enjoying the silence at home to get some film study in on some players I was scouting. Time flew past and I was surprised when my wife came home. The hours flew past quickly.

I stood and we embraced and our lips locked in a long steamy kiss.

“that’s enough” she then told me as she pushed me away.

Sitting on the sofa she motioned me over with her index finger.

“Kneel. Enjoy my feet” my wife told me as she picked up her phone to catch up on social media.

My erection was instant. Wearing her converse all stars all day in the blistering heat with no socks, for me. It was this love and enjoyment of my fetishes that made us a complete couple. It was highly erotic for me and she kept me guessing all the time.

Removing her sneakers one at a time I inhaled each of her white converses deeply to get every last breath of them. Moving to her feet I placed my nose under her long slender toes and again deeply inhaled. I kept peeking for her look of approval, it would not come as she was texting friends and in one of those giggly exchanges that only girls can do.

My wife has always loved my tongue on her warm feet. Often she would go barefoot at work in her sneakers for me, and so she could enjoy these tongue baths. My tongue forced itself between her toes and once they were all cleaned between I began to suck each of her toes. This brought moans of pleasure, but still, I got no smile or nod of her approval. Licking along her heel I made share to stop and give long sucks on each as she had directed me to do in the past. I did not dare to stop licking her soles as she has not given me permission to do so. My mouth took on the taste of her feet. My sexual arousal was at a all time high.

“get naked. On your back on the ottoman.” Was all she said as she laughed at a message on her phone.

My wrists were tied to each leg and my ankles the same. A long leather rope was retrieved from under the sofa. Moving it under the ottoman and around my thighs and chest she made sure I was unable to move very much. She walked into our bedroom and returned with my penis vib. Placing it on my cock she would keep me highly aroused with out the ability to orgasm.

Making sure I was secure and not in any danger of circulation issues she sat back down. Crisscrossing her feet on my face she picked up her phone and my eyes were looking directly at her gorgeous feet. Once in awhile she leaned over and slowly moved her fingers over the head of my penis. Watching me closely she would stop just as I got close to orgasm. Then she leaned back and left me moaning for her to continue.

This time she leaned in and tickled my stomach. It’s very frustrating to be tickled when you need to have climax. Short tickles and then a few long ones before she leaned back and left me under her feet once again.

This went on for so long I began to beg and plead out of pure desperation. Have you ever needed to orgasm so bad you had tears form? Needing just one more touch of her finger to explode. No reply to all my begging at all. It continued and continued as if my needs were spoken in a foreign language. Once in awhile her toes went into my mouth if I screamed loudly. A slap in my face from her foot was my warning to lower my noise level.

Tingling all over my body and pleas for mercy flowed from me. When my wife stood and walked away my heart sank. Watching her sexy ass in her jeans left me even worse off.

Straddling my face my wife turned on her magic wand. Exploding time and time again on my face as I licked her pussy as her vibe worked on her clit.

“who owns your penis?”
.”you DO”

“that’s my good slave”

Sitting between my knees she took hold of my penis with her left hand. Using her fingers on her right hand she lightly and delicately circled the head of my penis. As I got close this time she moved her five fingers up over the head of my penis. Repeating this move until I exploded all over.

The relief was so great my body trembled violently for a minute. Every last drop got out as my wife continued this slow tickle method on the head of my penis.

My body began to struggle in a different way now. My wrists and ankles pulled and I began wiggling to move my penis away from her tormenting fingers. Her left hand had a firm hold on my shaft. This made it easy for her to continue tickling the penis head as slow and torturous as she wished.
“who’s penis is this?”

“yours Maam” please ma’am! Please…I’ll do anything!!!!!”

“anything?”

“he’s ma’am!”

“well, shut up so I can fuck with you more”

Every inch on me needed her to stop. Slowly my body let go of the fight and all I was able to do was scream out for mercy. Once she stopped I felt my body go limp. I was spent. I was done.

“I’m proud of you! You went over a new record! We did 2 hours!

We cuddled on the sofa after. I was very lucky to have such a special wife. One who loved to test me and enjoyed doing it. Yes! J was very lucky to be in love with her.

She whispered in my ear a little later that night, “get ready for a new record breaking night my love, we will practice, plenty”

“Yes, Ma’am” I replied as I looked up into her playful smile and passion filled eyes. “Yes ma’am.”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i6q676/pleasure_torture_at_the_hands_of_my_wife

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