Journey Into Chastity Trilogy

Chapter One-2

“And you asked her to do it – you enjoy it?” I asked. I tried to keep my tone as level as possible, but the thought of Christine hurting Laura was making me furious.

“No. I don’t just enjoy it John. I love it,” she said slowly, emphasizing the word ‘love’. “You need to understand that while she was doing this to me I actually came. I was m**********g for her, and I came really strongly, as she was actually hitting me. It was incredible.”

As a man I have to admit that the first thing I got from that description is that I’d begged Laura on many occasions to masturbate for me and she’d always refused. I didn’t think that would be a tactful thing to point out at this stage – see I’m not a total pig! I thought I’d phrase from her point of view.

“But you never asked me to do anything like that for you, Laura, I would have…”

She squeezed my arm as she interrupted me. “Don’t be silly, darling,” she said gently. “You’re much too submissive to carry it off. With Christine I know she’s in control. She’s strong. It’s so clear to me now, Christine explained it to me. I told her about our relationship and she explained that you must be incredibly masochistic to let me withhold s*x from you the way I have been doing.”

“You don’t withhold s*x – we have s*x all the time…” I spluttered. Laura burst out laughing.

“Is that what you tell yourself John?” she said, mockingly. “No you silly thing, we don’t!”

She got up from the chair and stood over me. She fastened her blouse and slipped the dress back over her shoulder. I didn’t know it then, but that was the last time I would see her breasts all weekend. She was so close that I could feel the heat of my breath reflecting back from her crotch. Her perfume filled my nose, and there was the very faint, tangy scent of her p***y too – even through the dress. She was clearly getting very aroused by this.

“You allow me to withhold this, don’t you?” she asked softly, sliding both hands down to her crotch and massaging it slowly through the material. I stared, like I was hypnotized, and nodded dumbly. Was she going to masturbate in front of me?

“And I don’t even give you blow jobs, do I?” she teased. I shook my head slowly, my face slack like an imbecile.

“I…I love it when you let me tit-f**k you,” I offered, hopefully. She’d only offered that twice in the year or so we’d been physically intimate. One of those was for my birthday.

“Oooh. I love that too, baby. But after Christine’s punishment last night I’m afraid they’re too sore for any of that tonight.”

Her voice was sympathetic, but I could also hear the sarcasm.

“What about between your thighs? Please Laura?” I was really begging now. Laura eased over so that her thigh brushed my cheek. She rocked back and forward against me for a few seconds.

“Hmmmm. Yes, you like that too, don’t you? It’s a lovely treat for you, I know, sweetheart. But it’s so messy. It’s so much trouble for me. And more importantly, Christine loves to kiss me there, between my thighs on that really soft skin. I’m not sure she’d like the idea of all your smelly spunk dripping over me, do you?” she giggled.

Suddenly the thought that Laura hadn’t been enjoying those sessions hit me like a brick. She seemed so excited. Christ knows I’d given her enough pleasure with my mouth. She really loved me going down on her – and I knew that wasn’t faked because she’d ask me for it, and I’d do it willingly. But when it came to her giving me pleasure, I always seemed to be the one doing the begging.

“Did you hear my question, John?” she asked. “I said I don’t think Christine would approve, would she?”

“I…I suppose not,” I said, feeling rather pathetic.

Well I supposed I couldn’t really get any more pathetic, so why not just ask for it?

“Please Laura; I’ve been waiting for weeks to see you – since before Christmas. I’m bursting, honestly. Please!”

Even I was cringing as I heard myself.

Laura was holding my head in her hands now. She stepped astride me and guided my nose into her crotch. The smell of her suddenly swept over me. I reached out and put my hands on the back of her thighs. She quickly took my hands and brought them away.

“Don’t do that!” she ordered, then more softly, “we wouldn’t want you getting over excited, would we? I think we’d better limit our touching from now on.”

“I’m sorry Laura,” I said, miserably. I drank in the scent of her p***y and tried to press my cheek against her legs.

“No!” she said firmly. “Stay still. You need to learn to be more obedient, do you understand John?”

“Yes Laura,” I said, my words muffled in her crotch.

Laura started to slowly grind herself against my face. I just knelt there, helpless and tried to offer the right resistance as she pushed.

She was panting now. She reached under her dress and slid down her tights and knickers until they dangled around her boots. Then she sat back in the chair. She wriggled into position and pointed at her crotch.

“You can get on with it. But don’t touch me with your hands unless I give you permission,” she gasped.

If there’s one thing I think I’m good at its eating p***y. I’ve had a lot of practice with Laura, and she was never slow to offer guidance as I was “working” on her. Within a few minutes she was moaning and writhing from my efforts. I pulled back to speak.

“I’m sorry Laura, but I need my hand to,” she cut me off.

“Then do it for f**k’s sake!” she said angrily, then more softly, “quickly John, pleeeease!”

I have this trick. Well I guess it’s pretty well known to a lot of other folks too, but I like to fool myself that it’s mine. It works like a charm on Laura. At some point as I feel her building up to a climax I insert two fingers into her p***y and curl them upwards to put pressure on a particular place on the upper wall of her v****a. I know some people call it the G-spot, and other people claim the G-spot doesn’t exist, but for Laura, when I do it just right, she goes off like a rocket. And this time was a good one. She was already well on the way, and literally the moment I applied gentle upward pressure she arched her back, thrust her hips towards me and grunted.

“Oh s**t! Yeeeesssss!” she cried, and shuddered for a few seconds, gasping for breath.

But there’s more. I knew she’d just had a pretty good climax. If I can catch her just right it’s possible to bring her to a second, and even more climaxes almost right away. One time I think I managed five in a row until she begged me to stop. I ignored her stupid instructions about not touching her. I needed to grab the back of her hips and push hard into her with my face to get this to work. She was also grabbing the back of my head and pushing it as hard as she could. It throws me off my game a bit having my head dragged this way and that. Anyway I was determined to do this, and with a lot of quick tongue work I felt the tension in her body peaking again, and…

“Oh God! f**k yes, that’s it! Ohhhhh!” she was screaming, but quietly.

I had to admit, this was a bit unusual for Laura, she almost never swore. I rather liked the dirty talk. What the heck, I went in for number three. It took a minute or so of work because Laura was getting tired now, and she tried to push me away rather weakly, but sure enough I caught her just right. The third climax wasn’t as strong as the first two, but it seemed more prolonged. Laura groaned and shuddered for about ten seconds and then her body just went limp and fell back into the chair.

My hands we still around her hips and I leaned forward and rested my head on her tummy. I could hear her heart thumping, and some gurgles from her tummy too!

Her hands were relaxed on my head now, stroking and caressing me.

She was out of breath, but managed to gasp, “How do you do that John? You’re a magician, you know that? You really need to show Christine!”

No f*****g way, I thought. I will never show that b***h my party tricks. It occurred to me that my prowess in oral s*x might be the only reason Laura hadn’t ditched me. I thought about that for a few seconds and I decided that was just fine by me. The longer I could stay around, the more chance I would have of winning back Laura and getting rid of Christine. Laura might be making up some weird new rules in this relationship, but if I just walked away from it I knew I’d never get Laura back.

After a few minutes of resting, Laura stood up in front of me and began to rearrange herself. She slid up her panties and tights and tugged up her boots.

“Ewww,” she said. “I’m soaking down here. Stay exactly where you are, I’ll be back in a sec,”

She sauntered out of the room leaving me kneeling in front of the empty chair. I was totally confused. What could I do to try and win Laura back? Christine had her all week, whereas I got an occasional weekend.

Laura came back into the room and flopped down in the chair. She crossed one long, shapely leg over the other, which left her left boot hovering inches in front of my face. She sat there in silence, idly twisting her ankles. I listened to the soft creak of the leather and stared, and stared.

“You like these boots, don’t you?” she asked softly. She reached forward and tapped the toe of her boot against my cheek. It felt rather humiliating.

“Yes Laura,” I replied, my mouth suddenly dry.

“I mean, you really like them. I’ll bet you think about me wearing them, don’t you?” She began to trace small circles on my left cheek.

“Don’t you?” she pressed, giving my face a tiny push with the boot as punctuation. I sat there passively.

“Yes Laura, I do actually,” I admitted.

There was a pause. She uncrossed her legs and placed one booted leg on each of my shoulders. The creak of leather was loud in each ear now. She squeezed her legs together and twisted my head, and then she resumed her legs crossed pose.

“Do you actually wank off while you’re thinking about me in these boots?” she asked with a mocking tone.

In fact she knew perfectly well that’s what I did. We sometimes had phone s*x that ended up with her describing what she was wearing, and often emphasizing the boots. Until now I’d loved those phone calls.

“Yes Laura, you know I do,” I said quietly.

She giggled now. “That’s right! You wank off when we have our sexy phone calls,” she placed an emphasis on the last three words as though in her opinion they were anything but sexy to her.

“That’s so sad, so pathetic, wanking all on your own. Maybe you should wank off right now. After all you’re right here looking at me. It’s got to be a lot better than a phone call.”

“But I wanted to…” I stammered.

“John, you’re the one who says he’s f*****g desperate! Well if you’re really that desperate get your d**k out and start wanking. Now!” she ordered.

I was already hard as a rock at this point anyway. I kneeled upright and fumbled my jeans open.

“Oooh. What a big boy!” chuckled Laura. “Come on then, let’s see you perform for me.”

My d**k was already dripping with precum so I didn’t need any lubrication. After a few strokes Laura uncrossed her legs and pressed one of the boots into the gap between my legs.

“You need to aim for this boot with your come. Make sure you get it, I don’t want any on the carpet, or there’ll be trouble,” she warned.

I adjusted my aim and carried on wanking. Laura placed her other boot on my shoulder again and rubbed the shiny leather along the side of my face. She lifted it off and placed the stiletto heel over one of my n*****s. I was only wearing a T-shirt so she could easily see the little bulge. She pressed the heel into me as I leaned into it and I felt a delicious tingle in my loins. She continued grinding the heel, and I worked on my c**k for a minute or so before Laura took the boot away and spoke again.