The Weekend Getaway Ch. 03 - Sunday

"I've never understood why women think they have to dress like that to be powerful," Allison commented, "I think it's all up here," she added as she pointed to her head. He couldn't debate the finer points of the issue, but she was doing a good enough job dominating him with her mind that he couldn't help but agree with her.

Some time later the scene shifted and the dominatrix had donned a large strap-on dildo, it looked to be at least seven or eight inches long and extremely realistic. Her slave was now on his hands and knees on the bed and she began to add lubricant to the large phallus. Slowly she worked it into his ass, stretching him and taking her time, making sure that he could handle the girth before proceeding.

"You're lucky I don't have a strap-on like that slaveboy, I'd pound your ass without remorse," she threatened, "that's what you want isn't it, something up your ass?"

He looked at her, uncertain of exactly what it was that she was playing at. She walked over to her duffle bag in the corner of the room and rummaged through it, emerging with a pair of latex gloves and a bottle of lubricant. She put on the gloves and squirted a fair amount of lubricant into one of her hands and began to spread it up and down the fingers of one hand and all over the other.

"Get your ass down here," she said as she kneeled in front of him and motioned for him to scoot further down the chair. She slid her lubricated hand up and down his shaft. The smooth sensation of the slippery gloves on his cock was a delightful contrast to her earlier stroking. He could feel one of her fingers lightly stroking his anus and beginning to work its way inside of him. Her finger continued to make its way in as she was stroking him the whole time with her other hand. In no time he was right on the edge.

When he signaled her once more that he was getting close she let go of his cock entirely, and after a few seconds she curled her finger and began gently putting pressure on his prostate. He shuddered with pleasure at once due to the slow rocking motion she used on the engorged organ. A drop of precum oozed from the head of his cock and began to leak down to his shaft.

"I think you deserve to be teased some more as punishment," she taunted as she began stroking his turgid cock once more. He looked up at the video to see that the dominatrix was now slamming the dildo in and out of her slave with increased vigor, with him grunting and moaning as she went. It only took a few dozen strokes and he felt himself teetering on the edge of exploding.

She allowed him to cool down for a few seconds before she continued with her prostate milking, her finger bringing him even more pleasure and the urgent need to cum. The sensation was almost like he had to pee, but intensely more erotic, like his cum could just flow out of him at any minute. He wished that she would press harder and force it all out, draining him in a slow, drawn out prostate orgasm.

"I bet you wish I was fucking your ass like that and making you cum," she said glancing up at the action on the screen.

Her continued stroking made more precum drool out of the end of his cock and she used it to lubricate her hand, increasing his pleasure. As she rotated between intense slow stroking and increasingly firm prostate massage, his need for release had gradually built into a driving, aching craving. With every edge he was pulling at the restraints now, moaning loudly with each of her denials and becoming increasingly oblivious to world around him. His need to cum was consuming him with wanton desire and making him feel a bit delirious.

He was unsure for how long she had been tormenting him and was lost in the tantalizing pleasure until it came to a stop and she carefully withdrew her finger from inside him and let go of his cock. She took a break and got herself a drink of water while perusing his laptop for yet another video. After a few minutes of searching she finally clicked one and began to watch the screen intently with a look of confusion.

The video began to play and a woman was dominating and stroking a man in bondage who was obviously close to orgasm. Just as he reached the point of no return she removed her hand from his member at the very last second. His cum began to spill without any further contact and he made a frustrated groan, void of the pleasure that normally accompanies such an act. Several seconds later his still hard cock stopped flexing and he was done with the whole frustrating experience. The camera shifted to another couple who were teasing in a similar fashion.

"I wondered what the hell they were talking about in the title when they said 'ruined orgasms'," she said, now enlightened. He looked back at her, unable to elaborate or explain anything about it due to the thong still taped in his mouth.

"That's a good punishment for you slaveboy."

He shook his head emphatically, there was nothing he wanted less in the world right now than for her to ruin the most perfect orgasm he would likely ever have. One that had been built of his deepest fantasies and crafted over the course of three days. He needed a full release and the mere thought of her denying him that made him sick to his stomach.

"No?" she acknowledged his protest, "...but obviously it must turn you on, it's in your 'top secret' folder."

He shook his head again and waved his restricted hands in addition, trying to convey how desperately he wanted the real thing. The video on the screen had transitioned to a segment of a woman who ruined more than one orgasm for the same man in short order, and his erection never even faded. Allison watched it intently, in one part disbelief and one part intrigue.

"I'll tell you what slaveboy, how about I flip a coin, and if it's heads I will let you cum, but if it's tails then I'm going to ruin your orgasm and I won't be the only one disappointed this weekend," she said as she made her way over to her purse and pulled out a quarter. He wanted to disagree, but there wasn't a damn thing he could do at the moment. His cock was throbbing and in need of relief and completely at her mercy. She flipped the coin and it landed on the large rug in the middle of the room without rolling. She looked down to confirm his fate without saying a word.

"Oh don't worry slaveboy, you'll find out the results soon enough," she teased him, "I think since it's time for your big finish it's only fair if I use my feet, since I know they drive you crazy."

She pulled up a chair across from him and placed her soft, pedicured feet in his lap and prodded his balls with her purple painted toes. There was nothing more he wanted than to blow his load all over her beautiful feet, a fetish object of his deepest desires. She rubbed some of the lubricant she had used earlier on her toes and soles and he watched as she took his member in between her big toe and the rest began to stroke it. It felt unbelievable and she went slow knowing that it wouldn't take much to make him cum.

"You're going to blow a big load for me aren't you slaveboy?" she said sweetly a minute later as she changed her technique and began to rub his cock with the ball of one foot while continuing to tease his balls with the other. He shook his head yes, moaning and breathing faster, knowing the moment of truth was coming all too soon and looking for a tell that would indicate how she would respond.

"You've got a lot of cum built up in these balls, I bet you can't wait to spray it all over my feet," she said with a giggle, clearly attempting to tease and stimulate him as much as humanly possible. He felt it coming, on the edge he signaled her one last time and she continued stroking his cock.

"Cum for me slaveboy," she said, and he felt the muscles at the base of his cock twitch. At that exact moment she pulled her feet out of his lap. There was a short delay before thick streams of cum began to trickle out of his poor member, landing all over the chair and the floor. He pulled at the restraints, moaning and begging for her to touch him, to bring him anything but the denial and wasted tease that she had left him with. He had never had the willpower to ruin his own orgasm, to feel that level of frustration. He had always grabbed himself again at the last second and continued stroking, managing to always get some level of pleasure out of it. The full experience was an exquisite torture, a cruel pleasure that simultaneously made every essence of his being cry out for satisfaction but kept him still aroused, still needy, still wanting.

"That's just too bad isn't it?," she said with a sickly sweet tone and a smile. He had no response, his mind felt like it was melting with ravenous desire.

"Care to flip it again?" she asked. Without any hesitation he nodded yes and she flipped the coin with one hand and began to stroke him with the other. Like before he had no idea what the result was, but for his own sake he hoped it was heads. He wasn't sure he could handle another ruined orgasm.

His cock was still hard and his arousal hadn't resolved in the slightest. She added more lube to her hand and continued stroking him at a steady pace. Within no time at all he was again feeling the pleasure of orgasm draw near. It was new territory for him and he was surprised at how quickly he could recover, much faster than when he had a regular orgasm, not all that different from the man in the video.

Again he made the signal to let her know that he was on the edge and she sped up her hand, bringing him ever more pleasure and pushing him over the edge. She withdrew her hand at the last possible moment and his cock convulsed and began to leak out even more cum, not as much as the first time she had ruined him, but still a sizable load. Her hand was only an inch from him and he thrusted desperately trying to rub against her, but to no avail. He pulled at the restraints harder, determined to break free and reclaim his lost pleasure, but the ropes held strong. There was nothing he could do and her continued domination drove him mad with lust.

"You know, you really should have tried harder yesterday to please me," she chastised him, wagging her finger back and forth in a mocking gesture. His response was stifled into a series of unintelligible moans. Something that she clearly enjoyed. "I wonder how many times I could do this before you lost your mind," she said devilishly. He groaned in displeasure and she just laughed, picking up the coin and tossing it once more while teasing the ridge of his still hard cock with the finger she had waved at him mere moments before.

Still desperately aroused, he responded quickly like before. He couldn't help but contemplate how long this could possibly go on. It wasn't like he had a whole lot of choice, but so far she had defied the odds in denying him his much needed orgasm. She was like a cat playing with a mouse before moving in for the kill.

"How much more cum do you have in there for me slaveboy?" she said as she fondled his balls with one hand and began stroking him in earnest with the other, twisting her wrist and working over the head of his cock with every motion. It only took another minute and he could feel the cum building in him once more.

"Do you think this is your chance?" she asked him as she stopped stroking him once more and began playing with the most sensitive spot on the underside of his cock. He moaned in response, hoping and praying that it was. "What if I just keep teasing your sad pathetic little cock all day?" she added.

Briefly he contemplated the possibility that she might make that a reality while she continued tickling that spot ever so gently. He wondered if there was a world record for ruined orgasms in one session, or if maybe he would go numb to her touch and it would end her fun.

Suddenly she began stroking him hard and fast and he began to cum. He felt every muscle in his body tense and contract, pulling harder than ever at the restraints as unimaginable pleasure washed over him like a thunderous roar. He could feel his face flush. There was even less cum than before, but it shot out in forceful jets all over her hand and the floor. She continued to work his member, milking out every last drop of his cum as he felt a bit lightheaded and high from the intensity of the sensation. He was somewhere up amongst the stars, lost in the splendor of his release.

When he finally began to come back down to reality he realized that she was still stroking him slowly and his cock was beginning to become too sensitive. He waved his hand to try and get her to stop but she just kept on stroking.

"What's the matter slaveboy? I thought you were going to prove to me how much willpower you had?" she said, refusing to let him relax. He began grunting and writhing, wanting nothing more than to get away from her. The feeling was too much, and it was so sensitive it hurt, yet her domination was still so sexy.

"If I stop, you're just admitting that you're just a weak willed little slaveboy, is that what you are?" she asked him. He tried to hold out a few more seconds and she switched her technique and began rubbing her palm over just the head of his cock. It was unbearably sensitive, he wanted to scream. He shook his head yes, agreeing with her. He would have done anything to make her stop.

When he finally caught his breath he realized that her beautiful brown eyes were staring at him as she wiped the cum off of her hand. His cock had quickly gone soft after everything it had been through and he felt completely drained.

"I think you owe me big slaveboy," she commented with a softer tone, as she began to untie him.

*****

The rest of the day had played out much more like a traditional romantic getaway. She had informed him that they had reserved the hotel room for one more night and that they planned to enjoy it together. For the first time since they arrived he could truly take in the beauty of their surroundings as well, and perhaps enjoy a good night's rest. They had gone out to dinner together and had some drinks before retiring to the hot tub once more, to enjoy the stars and the massage jets one last time as well as the cool, quiet autumn air.

"I don't know why they dress like that," he said spontaneously, reflecting on her question about the dominatrix from earlier, "I think it's just the male fantasy and the image of power."

"Well, sorry, I couldn't justify spending any more money on sex stuff," she said apologetically.

"Oh no, you...you were fantastic just the way you were."

"Yeah?"

"Most definitely, what did you think of it all, too weird or something you would do again?" he asked, a bit nervous and unsure of what she would say.

"I think I'd do it again, I mean, I was a bit nervous at first but it's not so bad after awhile," she said before adding, "...besides, you made me cum quite a few times this weekend, how can I complain?" They both laughed, and he sunk down into the hot tub so that the jets could work on loosening up the muscles in his neck.

"I've got to know, was it really tails the first two times?"

"Hell no, but I was in charge and I wanted to see a ruined orgasm first hand."

"So, what about your fantasies?" he asked nonchalantly, figuring that since she had discovered so much more about his desires that it was only fair that she open up some. When she didn't answer he looked over to see she had turned slightly pink.

"Well...maybe someday we could get into that," she said dodging his question.

"Uh huh," he said with a smile, "As you put it earlier, I think I do owe you something," he said, the wheels in his head turning and wondering what it was that she was hiding.

"Oh good, you're ready to have sex and pay me back then," she said playfully.

"Uh...no...I don't know if I could even get it up right now, I meant we should indulge those fantasies."

"Maybe," she said coyly, "...but if you aren't going to help me get off right now, then can you at least stop hogging that water jet so I can borrow it, it was pretty fucking amazing last night."

Clearly she had some sort of fantasy and wasn't ready to share it with him. As he moved over and she took his spot he couldn't help but reflect on what an awesome weekend it had been and wonder what he could ever do for his wife to repay her. He would have the whole ride home the next day to try and figure it out what secret fantasies she was hiding and perhaps cook up a surprise of his own.