Wendy Owns My Fantasy

I met my girlfriend, Wendy a few months ago at the library where she worked while I was doing research with historical primary sources. We hit it off right away. I asked her to coffee and we were thrilled by each other's company. Later that night she invited me back to her place and we began having amazing sex as often as possible from the first exhilarating night.

Wendy has dark red hair, dark green eyes, light, creamy skin and an exotically beautiful face, framed by her glasses over a perfect, athletic figure.

Time went on, and even with such an amazing woman, the sex needed an extra something after a while to keep the edge we felt in the beginning. Wendy and I would find that extra something together.

Months after we met, as I fucked Wendy I let my mind drift and fantasized about the femdom porn and stories I had been seeing online. Thinking about femdom sex had become the best way to cum while together, since I also jerked off at least once a day on my own. It's not that Wendy isn't hot, she's gorgeous. We just weren't clicking sexually as much after the initial novelty wore off. I looked down at the shapely body I was thrusting into, as she looked back up at me, and imagined I was waiting for her permission before I could cum. Wendy's tits were bouncing from the impact and her legs were spread around both my cock and a magic wand vibrating her clit – the only way she could climax now unless I went down on her. The thought of having to wait for permission to cum was a surprisingly effective turn on, and I exploded immediately.

What's more, the idea of a woman controlling my sexuality didn't go away afterward, but evolved into a thrilling yet shameful obsession.

The femdom ideas grew stronger every day and I knew I had to tell Wendy my new fantasies. Maybe she would laugh or break it off, but they weren't going away and it was getting in the way of our sex life.

In the post-coital glow a few weeks later I broached the subject and told her about the femdom porn that had become such a turn on for me: chastity, spanking and even strapon fucking. She listened quietly but intensely, and then I waited for her to respond.

After a minute of consideration she said, "You mean you'd like me to control your cock, more than you'd like to fuck me?" She looked confused and a little annoyed, like the concept of it smelled off to her.

"I'd like to try it" I responded. "It's an immense turn on for me. It's not that I don't desire you. I do; more than anything, but the idea of giving control of my penis to you is beyond exciting."

"And how long would I hold these keys for you?" She inquired, still not convinced.

I thought about my answer and decided to go all-in, replying, "As long as you would like. My cock would be completely in your control. You would be in charge and I would be 100% at your mercy." Though I had recently cum, I was rock hard again.

A look of opportunity crossed Wendy's face. "And...what if I still need some dick but am dutifully fulfilling your sexual fantasy and it's not time to release you yet?"

I was trapped. I knew I would have to concede something to her, however uncomfortable I was with the idea of opening the relationship at all. I had even fantasized about it myself, but the reality could be much more than I bargained for.

"I would understand completely." I conceded. "And would be grateful you found the sexual pleasure you needed while acting out my fantasy with me."

Wendy smiled mischievously, triumphantly and said, "Then let's try it, but I think you're getting the short end of the deal. Like you said, it's your fantasy, and even though I can't begin to understand it, I'm willing to try it for you."

I went online and ordered a chastity cage.

The device arrived the next week at Wendy's place. It was shaped like a small, hollow dildo with a cuff that circles the balls. I wanted to try it on by myself first so figured out how to put it on, but didn't place the padlock in it yet. I held it in place in front of the mirror at Wendy's house and stared at my reflection.

Wendy walked in the room looking especially alluring, wearing a summer dress, necklace and heels. When she saw me standing there wearing nothing but a cock cage, she gasped and put her hands to her mouth. "Holy shit!" she exclaimed. "It makes you look so tiny! Does it work? You really can't get out?"

I tested it and admitted I wouldn't be able escape if I put the padlock through the cage and gave her the keys.

"Well" she said, crossing her arms and raising her chin in a confident poise. "You'd better be certain this is what you want because if you really go through with this I'm not going to unlock you until I feel like it. I'll own your cock, just like we agreed."

I slowly surveyed Wendy's perfect curves and gorgeous face; never more enthralling. I held the lock and keys in each hand and considered my penis, trapped in a cage, feeling nothing but desire for her. The thought occurred to pin her down and fuck her right then.

Summoning all my courage I looked into Wendy's beautiful eyes and I gave her the keys. Then I threaded the lock through the hole in the chastity cage and looked at her again, not quite ready to click it shut. Wendy lifted her strong, shapely arms behind her neck and placed the keys onto the necklace, letting them rest between her full breasts. She met my gaze again with a powerful look of self-assurance. She's so beautiful.

I went down on my knees in front of her and could smell her enrapturing sex. As if I couldn't stop myself I closed the padlock in the chastity cage. I had done it. I had given control of my cock to Wendy.

Then, Wendy took me by the back of my head and guided my face into her dress and her hot moist pussy, where I began to lick with reverence until she climaxed. "I think I'm going to enjoy this, after all" Wendy said before walking out of the room, leaving me horny beyond measure and powerless to do anything about it. It was a nightmare, and everything I wanted.

Wendy said she had to go shopping for an hour and asked me to do her dishes while she was out.

I was so horny. I went online and looked at porn, which just made it worse, and lost track of time.

I didn't realize Wendy had come back until she was walking in with a black bag under her arm. She went into the kitchen and asked why the dishes weren't done. I didn't have a reason; I'd simply lost track of time.

"That's not a very good excuse" she reprimanded. "I think you need a little reminder who has your chastity keys."

Wendy pulled a chair out from the table and sat down on it, her figure and chest wonderfully displayed over her shapely legs and heels. "Lie across my legs." She commanded. "I'm going to give you a spanking." Wendy smiled wickedly.

I wanted to object but she was really just acting out my fantasy so had to play along. I laid across her lap, naked except for the chastity cage. I felt embarrassed and vulnerable. It was odd – I could only see her legs, upside down, from this position. Then she held me in place with one arm and with the other started to spank me. At first it was playful, and then her hand started coming down with strength and speed, making me cry out. The punishment kept raining down until it was truly painful and no longer fun for me, but had just started to become enjoyable for Wendy. Surprising us both, hearing my cries and whimpering just spurred her on further, awakening a natural cruelty in her neither of us knew she possessed. Wendy continued spanking me until I was past the point of struggling, until I had totally surrendered to her.

Then she told me she was finished and to kneel in front of her, which I dutifully did, still in tears. She pulled her skirt up and looked down on me without a word. For the second time that day I worshipped Wendy's pussy with utter devotion. She lifted her legs up giving me access to her ass. I inhaled her scent deeply and serviced her well, plunging my tongue in and out until she climaxed.

Once she was satisfied, Wendy said I had also earned some extra time with the cage, before letting me do her dishes while my penis dripped pre-cum down my leg.

***

Two weeks later, I thought I was going out of my mind with sexual frustration as Wendy had showed no signs of providing my aching balls any relief, only a sore ass and plenty of practice eating out her wonderful pussy. That night Wendy sat me down and said we needed to talk. She said that she had a date that night with someone else, though as a reward she and I would fuck after she returned home. I was shocked. She saw the look on my face and said, "It's an important part of your fantasy to stay locked until I decide to release you, so it's only fair for me to get some cock on the side while indulging in your fantasies. Don't you agree?"

I conceded she was right and told her that I was very grateful for her. I helped her get ready for her date, shaving her pussy, putting panties on her and picking out her heels. She looked to die for. Wendy kissed me passionately on the mouth then went out, leaving me twisting in my cage.

I obsessed and paced while she was gone, until I got her first text. It was a selfie of her and a tall muscular man, clearly at his place. I became immeasurably jealous and vowed to find her. As I was getting dressed to go after her another text arrived. In this one, my beautiful Wendy was giving head to a cock much larger than mine and clearly enjoying it. I again wished I could masturbate. It was too much.

About ten minutes later Wendy sent a selfie of herself on all fours, her face perspiring while the man pounded her from behind. Yet another one came, though the man had clearly taken it. Wendy was bent over in front of his POV while his massive cock was buried in her ass. Wendy had never once let me fuck her there.

About an hour later Wendy texted me "He came in me. On my way <3"

Precum was leaking out of my cage from my trapped cock. I paced, waiting for her.

Finally, Wendy came home and put a finger to my lips to stifle any questions or protest. She took my hand and led me to her bed where she laid down on her back and spread her legs. I knew what she wanted me to do. I was both incredibly turned on and revulsed.

My two weeks of chastity won the internal conflict and I slowly bent down and placed my mouth on her freshly fucked pussy. It smelled like sex. Like the sex I hadn't had for weeks. It was pungent yet wonderfully everything I wanted. I ate the cum out of her tentatively at first and then with abandon. "My ass too." She said, and I attended to another load the man had deposited there as well. I had no shame. I had become her devoted slave. My cock struggled mightily but in vain to break out of its chastity cage.

After she climaxed Wendy asked if I was ready for fucking.

YES. FINALLY. I couldn't wait. I was so relieved. It had been quite a run, but worth it.

She reached into the black bag she had brought in two weeks ago and brought out a nine inch cock and strapon harness. I dared not protest, but had an ominous feeling as I helped her put it on.

She looked beyond sexy with the strapon in place. A perfect feminine figure with a huge cock and hungry eyes.

Wendy told me to bend over and I obediently went to my knees exposing my ass to her. She applied some lube to the dildo and slowly began working it into me. It was massive and couldn't believe I could take it. I felt like I was being split in two by her. I looked into the mirror and saw Wendy behind me, fucking me. My caged cock uselessly bounced between my legs while her full breasts kept time above.

She started to gain momentum and the pain was replaced by an immense full-body pleasure. Not like an orgasm as I had known them. The feeling was something greater. It didn't have the release I was seeking but came in overwhelming waves. I didn't know a man could feel like this.

Then Wendy handed me her magic wand. "Just like when you used to fuck me." She teased.

I was so desperate for any sensation that I immediately and shamelessly applied the vibrator to my caged penis, which was really more a clit now, while her giant cock rhythmically took my ass from behind. The pleasure was immense, yet illusive. After about twenty minutes the feelings came to a sensation like I had begun building to an orgasm...and then nothing. Wendy stopped fucking my ass and laughed. I looked down and there was a puddle of cum under my gently swinging chastity cage. I had just cum, but not like a man. I had been ruined, milked. "You just came like a girl." Wendy laughed. "Now I don't need to unlock you tonight or anytime soon. Would you like to thank me for helping you live out your submissive nature by cleaning the sheets with your tongue?"

"Yes, mistress Wendy." I replied. We both knew I was her slave now. I bent down to lick up my ruined orgasm, so happy I had told her my fantasies.