My 1st Denial Fantasy
It’s been a hard day. I’m walking up to my front door. I know what I’m going to find. I open the door and everything seems normal. I can smell cooking. Smells like stake and chips.
I put down my suitcase and hang my jacket up on the rails. I want to greet my wife. I walk into the kitchen and see her. She has blond hair and is quite short about 5 and a half foot. She has strong blue eyes, what seem to sparkle in the light I keep noticing. She’s wearing a white silky shirt and a red skirt. She's so beautiful! I take a moment to smile. I take so much pride in knowing I control someone so magical. She changed my life in a way I never could and a way she could never understand even if I tried to explain it (and I tried before). She hasn't noticed me yet. She has her headphones on again so she wouldn't have heard my entrance.
I surprise her by putting my arms around her. She smiles, dropping back slightly sinking into my chest. She takes her headphones off. I kiss her neck delicately. Each time I kiss her it feels like it’s the first time I’ve ever kissed it. I’m often scared in that it’s the last time I ever will.
She's happy to see me but she is still stirring this food in this pan. She wants to cook and amuse me at the same time. She asks me if I had a good day and I reply saying "yes". Then, I ask her if she's had a good day. She replies saying "yes".
Things aren't as innocent as they seem. I caught her this morning masturbating without permission via the camera footage. She doesn't know that there is a camera installed. She had to pay! More importantly, I needed to be worshipped.
I turned all the cooking equipment off. It could wait...
Without hesitating, I grabbed her by the hair and then pulled her by the nipple into the bedroom. She knew she was in trouble for something. Fair enough, I’m always dragging her around the house when I want sex, but not by the nipple. I could tell she knew she did something wrong.
When we went to the bedroom I let her go. She instantly bowed at my knees, hastily unzipped my jeans and seductively let my penis rest on the top of her head while she kissed my leg. She did that on purpose, as at that moment I felt so powerful and she knew it! I was in control! I was in charge. I could've fucked her right then, but I wanted more than that. I weren’t angry she masturbated! It was just a convenient situation that I could use to my advantage to have my way with her.
I can feel roaring inside of me. 'That' side of me is trying to escape again. I’m struggling to hold back! I’m growling and my hands prowl on her shirt, tearing it apart as if claiming its territory, causing her to fall back onto the floor. All I can hear is "my territory!" in my own head. I’m not like ordinary men. I feel like I am wired more like a power hungry canine than a human, in the fact I only think of places and people as territory and packs'. I’m like a Dog. All I can hear in my head is:
"Who dares challenge me?"
"This is my women! This is my pray!"
I couldn't control myself. I bit her leg and with my teeth I pulled and totally ripped apart her skirt, followed by a long growl to warn her when she tried to move.
All she has left on is her bra, knickers and high heels. She's obviously confused as to why I hadn't gone further, but I didn't care.
"Why don’t you just want to fuck her !?" My own mind shouted at me.
I could feel the energy in my penis begging me to comply! Every part of me had lost control, apart from 'that' side of me which I found myself becoming more of everyday. I don't know how, but I kept control. So I thought...
"I’m hungry! I want to feed! Don't move at all and I’ll show mercy!" I barked, surprising myself as it just came out.
'That' side is quite powerful. It can sometimes control my speech too, especially when I am horny.
"Yes Sir!" she compassionately replied at me, while still laid on the floor
I walked to the other side of the bedroom to my draws, and pulled out the vibrator. It’s not just any vibrator. Oh no. It’s a vibrator on a harness, which fits nicely on her thigh quite securely for the ultimate teasing experience. She hadn't even made the effort to turn her head towards me. Then again why should she? She knew I would make her suffer if she did.
I want to reinforce my power! There is a reason why I left part of her clothing on! I want her to realise nearly everything I do to her during sex is so I can re-enforce my power! Tonight, she’s just my object there to serve purely for entertainment.
"Stand Up!" I growl. She obeys.
She now looks at me and what I have in my hand. First like a confused puppy, then a distressed one. She knows what I’m going to do. She can see the dedication in my eyes and the evil smirk on my face. I've always managed to maintain un-predictability in these sessions with her, so it came as a shock to me that she figured it out...
I’m not interested in what she’s thinking. I’m interested in her state of mind when I will have her begging me from the depths of her soul for something that I am not giving her tonight: Release!
I took off my belt and tied her hands behind her back with it. I then grabbed her neck and tied it to the bottom of the bedpost with my shirt tie, forcing her to fall ass first on the floor.
I can see that she's becoming really nervous. That nervousness from her reminded me of one emotion which I can regretfully forget about sometimes: compassion.
I bend my head towards her ear and started nipping at it.
"I love you Jessica!" I whispered.
It’s not the first time I told her that. In fact I told her quite often every day. Strangely enough, every time I do she cries as if I never said it before.
"I love you too Ashley!”
Words cannot describe how I feel about her. I often feel guilty as the word "love" just doesn't seem enough to me.
"Beg me for my attention my love" I gently whisper
"Please Sir. I crave to be touched!"
I attach the harness to her thigh. She's begging me with her eyes to not go through with the teasing and just fuck her instead, but she doesn't dare say anything. That’s true power!
I am not in the mood for mercy today anyway! I turn the vibrator on in its highest setting. She reacts, thrashing around almost instantly. She’s ready to orgasm nearly immediately, but just before she does I turn the vibrator off just as easily as I had turned it on causing her to whimper.
"I want more power! This isn't enough!" MORE!" 'That' side quite literally screamed in my head
"From now on, when I come home from work I want to see you on the floor on all fours and kissing my feet when they're in a 10 foot range. I’m honestly fed up with your disobedience in this house. The fact that you think you can touch my property without my explicit permission annoys me!"
"I don't understand. Your property Sir?" she whimpers, still recovering from the brutal denial of an orgasm
I turn the vibrator back on, causing her to tilt her head back and whimper some more.
"Yes Slut! What else would you call this thing attached to you!? It’s my property! Not yours!" I sternly point out, tugging at her pussy.
"Yes Sir! I’m sorry Sir!!"
"Mmmm... Please let me cum!" she asks, with the same innocence in her eyes as a child would when asking their parents for a Ice Cream
I rip off my boxers and shove them in her mouth. She’s talking too much and I am getting quite fed up of it.
"You’re not cumming! As punishment for touching my property without permission this morning, I am sentencing you to a month of strict orgasm denial!"
"I’m sorry Sir! Please don't do this!" she muffles through my boxers.
I lower the vibrator to its lowest setting. Not enough that she'll ever come but enough so she'll stay on the edge until the battery runs out (It does run of the plug though. Oh dear...)
"Be a good girl and take it like an obedient slut! I’m going to leave you there for a while until I think that you know your place!" I wave and leave the room, shutting the door behind me. I can hear her screaming through my boxers from behind the door and it makes me laugh as I walk towards the kitchen for a nice innocent orange juice
I’m such a lucky man to have a wife that adores me and accepts my longing for power. I am aware that she doesn't have to give her submission to me. I would let her walk out freely if she tried or stop our sessions if she wished. I love her. Even though I have so much power over her, I often feel submissive to her wishes. I’m just good at not letting my submissive side show, which is good as it always keeps her on her toes and not the other way around.
After a nice orange juice I returned to the bedroom. I smirked, as just as I expected; her knickers were sulking wet with her own juice. I turn of the vibrator and remove the harness, much to her relief.
At his point I take off her knickers and present them to her nose.
“And what do you think this is, little slut?”
“This juice is supposed to be for my mouth. Not your knickers!”
Before she could answer, I swapped the boxers for her knickers. I stood up and just watch her for a minute. Beautiful sight! The disgust in her eyes was evident.
I take the next minute or so to stroke her hair while both teasing and praising her.
"Such a good girl enduring that teasing for me!"
"You must feel so horny right now! You must have been so close to orgasm. My poor girl!
"Did your big mean husband rip your cloths apart and torture you again? Poor girl..."
Just as she was about to go into sup-space from the constant praise, I start to viciously stretch out her pussy, while stroking it lightly with the other hand. She instantly screams through her knickers and her whole body is fighting the restraints she's in. She can't take any more of it, but I carry on. The intensity of pain and pleasure she must be feeling right now will be immense. Again, this is all about asserting my power. It’s about nothing else!
After a few minutes, I stop and release her restraints, after which she rose to her knees floor instantly, kissing my feet. She's mine, and she knows it.
While she's worshipping my feet, I notice that she still has her bra on. I have an intention for that too. It’s going tonight’s dinner and of course: more begging, pleading and worshipping.