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A CMoon Story
Don't read if under age!
My Dominant Ex-Wife
When Laura, my ex-wife, comes through her door she finds me naked, except
for my "decorations", yellow ribbons threaded through the rings pierced in my
nipples and cock, and tied in neat, feminine bows. Matching ribbons are
knotted around my neck, in my hair and around my hairless balls. I am
kneeling in the prescribed position, knees wide apart to display my restrained
penis, back straight, head up and hands behind my back. Madame’s alimony
check is held obediently in my mouth.
Madame is wearing her office attire, a smart, stylish business suit, dark
nylons and 3" high heel court shoes. I can’t help but notice her gorgeous
lips curl in a smile, see the self-satisfaction, the triumph in her eyes. I
have been reporting to her house - once our house - for training for over six
months, ever since she divorced me. She still enjoys her superiority over me.
Approaching, she ran her amused eyes over me, eager to find faults to
punish. She removes the check from my lips with a soft chuckle.
"Didn’t I specify pink ribbons, boy?" she asked.
She did no such thing, but I have long learned never to contradict my
ex-wife.
"I’m sorry, Madame. I thought I was instructed to wear yellow this week."
An elegant eyebrow arches as she looks down at me, and waits. Inwardly, I
groan. She has had a hard day at work, and intends taking it out on me.
"Please punish your stupid slave, Madame, for not paying attention to his
orders."
"Later." she smiles happily, as she walks around me, to carry out a brief
inspection of my work. The instructions she left required me to thoroughly
clean her living room, bedroom and upstairs bathroom. Laundry left in the
basket was to be washed, dried, ironed and put away in the proper place. I
just managed to complete all items on the list, although no doubt I spent too
long lingering over her sexy lingerie. If Mistress didn’t keep it restrained
I’d have been unable to resist wrapping her soft satin panties around my
cock and bringing myself to a sweet release. She is well aware of my
weaknesses, though, which is one of the main reasons I am allowed to cum only
under her direct supervision. The other main reason is the pleasure she takes
out of being in total control of my cock and my sex life, and in denying me
sexual relief. She, of course, is under no such constraints.
I am left on my knees whilst she ensures I have carried out all her
instructions. I hear her heels striding around the house we once shared,
looking for evidence of my sloppiness. Returning, I am relieved to see
that Madame appears satisfied. Pointing with an elegant, manicured
finger, she gives me permission to greet her, and I lean forward as my lips
deferentially bow to softly kiss her nylon covered knee. I can’t help
wondering if Laura is wearing panty-hose or stockings. Even down at her
knees, Madame’s expensive perfume fills my senses, and I gaze down at her work
shoes, admiring the arch of her feet.
"Get up, boy."
I stand straight, hands still behind my back, and try to look ahead. I
can’t help but admire her beautiful, aristocratic face, temptingly close but in
reality so far out of my reach. Her haughty eyebrows, cruel shiny
red lipstick and condescending eyes taunt my impotence. Despite the pain
involved, I feel myself trying to grow hard inside my restrainer.
I then await her pleasure, looking straight ahead as she pulls at my nipple
ribbons, doing my best to keep my body still. Mistress looks down and sees my
attempted erection, contained within its leather and steel restrainer. She
reminds me of what I already know, that my penis is hers to command, and that
it will remain under lock and key until she decides otherwise. She tells me
to kneel down on all fours and raise my ass high for her. I tense as the air
on my exposed ass reminds me of her displeasure, and what’s to
come. She takes the belt which lies ready next to the other items she
told me to have ready on the coffee table, and raises it in the air. I can
hear her breath rise and fall at the excitement and pleasure that having me
submit to her authority brings. As she becomes wet from the experience,
I too feel the pre-cum well up and drop to the carpet, and then feel the sweet
pain as she brings the belt down on my ass. I vainly hope that Madame is
satisfied, but the lesson is far from being over. She pushes my head to the
ground so that my ass is further upturned and brings the belt down 5 more
times. Not for the first time I realise the strength in her long, slim arm
exceeds expectations.
Madame reaches down and caresses my ass, feeling the heat that her punishment
has caused with her cool, smooth hands. She moves behind me and reaches
under my ass to grab my balls. The pain has worked its lesson, and my penis
has now lost its cockiness, having been put in its place by her punishment.
"You are learning, boy."
Telling me to rise, she looks at my body and I in turn notice the excitement in
her eyes. It is then that I know that I will soon be licking and sucking on
my ex-wife’s pussy, or perhaps her ass, and this time it is my turn to feel
the excitement that thought brings. I hold out the chair for her and she
sits, crossing her long, elegant legs as she settles down with the evening
paper. I pour her a glass of wine and kneel down by her side, head bowed
deferentially.
Shortly I am told to collect the items she listed, go into her bedroom and
wait there. I kneel in the corner for almost 20 minutes before she arrives.
Standing before me, looking down at my sissy image, Madame begins to remove
her business suit. First she unzips her tight skirt, and as it drops to her
feet she kicks it towards me. I pick it up respectfully and softly kiss it
before hanging it up in her closet. Madame’s blouse follows, although this I
place in the laundry basket. Eventually she stands before me dressed in her
shoes, bra and a garter belt with stockings. My ex-wife keeps these on to
tease me further. She lies back on the bed and orders me to pay homage to her
beautiful body, which I eagerly, and gratefully, do.
I begin as usual with the toes of her black court shoes, kissing first, then
licking the smooth patent leather. I wrap my tongue around her stiletto
heels, then raise myself up her legs, worshipping Madame’s long, nylon clad
limbs. I bow my head and continue upwards, avoiding for the moment her
beckoning pussy, gradually working my way, via her belly, up to her breasts. As
I suck the nipples through the restraining bra I hear Madame moan softly with
pleasure.
I try not to think of our time as husband and wife, when I had a real
man’s rights, and free access to her wonderful body. Had I not encouraged her
to dominate me I still would be her husband, not her part time sissy slave
ex-husband.
Suddenly, she rolls over, sensing that my pleasure has increased beyond a
slaves allowance, and indicates that I am to pleasure her anus. I humbly kiss
her bottom, finding my way to the pink puckered asshole, working my tongue
hard and long into her ass. She lets out a long sigh of pleasure, and I feel
pleasure myself, hearing her moans above me as I worship her ass, and feel her
body shudder in orgasm. I know she has had several lovers, both during our
marriage and since our divorce, but they are all strong men - real
men. I am sure I am the only one fortunate enough, willing enough, to
worship her sensitive ass.
She turns round again and pushes me back, telling me to place both my hands
behind me. I do, and she uses the handcuffs to lock my hands. Madame looks
so beautiful and sexy. The tensions of her busy day at work have evaporated
as her despised ex-husband has tongued her faithfully to orgasm. Now bound,
she removes my restrainer, making sure my cock is teased by light brushes with
her hands as she does it. My cock stands tall under her amused eyes. Then,
at last, she removes her bra, freeing her succulent breasts to
my gaze. I know she gets a kick out of teasing me with them - even if my
hands were free, she knows I would not dare to touch her breasts without
permission. Madame revels in showing me what is no longer mine.
Trussed helplessly, she rolls me to my stomach and slaps my ass for forgetting
it is for her pleasure, not mine, I am there for. Once, twice, my already
reddened firm ass, soft to her touch, feels the stinging pain of
her slaps and begins to turn darker red. She feels a drop of cum roll
down herr thigh from the intense pleasure spanking her ex-husband is giving
you. Madame then tells me to get up, which isn’t easy, and to stand as she
sits at the edge of her bed, and then to lower myself over her lap. Just as I
thought the punishment was ended, it begins again, this time the most
humiliating, a bare-bottomed spanking over my ex-wife’s lap. She sees the
beads of wetness glisten on the end of my cock as I lay over her knees. My
hard cock presses forcefully into the tops of Madame’s nylons, and my eyes
draw level with her high heels.
Then she brings down her hand on my ass with a crack. I reel with a
mixture of pain and pleasure, and say "Thank you, Madame," after every stroke,
reaching forward to place a tender kiss on her shoe. I know how
much men desire my Mistress, and feel very lucky that I am still allowed
to get this close to her. I know that she has many eager lovers, both men and
women, who satisfy her feminine yearnings. Most likely I am just a joke to
her, the ex-husband who couldn’t keep up with her success, who could no longer
satisfy her, intellectually or physically, and who she ditched when she
realised how much she despised him. Who remains in her total power. Many men
lust for my Mistress, but how many men would willingly be in the
position I now find myself, ridiculously be-ribboned, laid across her soft
but unyielding lap, accepting her right to spank me. I realise she no longer
considers me a man at all, just her sissy slave.
Suddenly she feels my body shudder, and as she knows her ex-husband’s slave’s
body so well she knows that I am cuming. Madame demands me to stop, since I
was not given permission to cum. Her demands are in vain, I have not been
allowed to come for three weeks and nothing now could stop the torrent
building up inside me. My disobedient cock spurts its homage over Madame’s
stocking tops and soft thighs. I am spanked harder, and then told "Your
disobedience will be dealt with."
My heart sinks as I see her reaching for her strap-on dildo. My ass will be
sore tonight, in more ways than one. She tells me that I am to make her cum
several times before she will "reward" my slut ass. I lie on my back across
the bed. As she straddles my face, with this in mind, I open my lips and begin to pleasure her...
THE END
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