The Kissing Cloud Series
Pure smut. Even without the cloud’s influence, Sharon relishes her new-found control over Bret. But will he be ready for what she does to him next?
Includes F/M, FemDom, S&M, Oral, Chastity
Bret barely slept that night. Once Sharon could stand following the orgasm that nearly left her unconscious, she’d ordered him into a cold shower while she dressed and reheated dinner. Though the strange fog had dissipated, she was relentless – and he loved it. While she allowed him to sit at the table, he’d eaten dinner in the nude, his cock painfully rigid despite the shower.
When he’d done the dishes and put away the leftovers, she’d surprised him with an order to get dressed and get in the car. Their late night drive took them into the next town over, much larger than Silverspell and home to a surprisingly well stocked sex store. Bret’s face burned hot before they were even through the door.
“Now, I can’t risk you disobeying me and touching yourself, can I, Bret?” Sharon murmured, taking him by the hand and leading him through the store.
“No Ma’am.” Bret mumbled.
“I can’t hear you, dear.” She gave him a sly smile.
“No Ma’am.”
Bret’s cheeks flushed crimson at being forced to repeat himself louder, his cock twitching painfully at his words and the look on his wife’s face. They came to a stop at the back of the store, surrounded by a wide variety of bondage gear and toys. Bret swallowed hard, his heart racing. He couldn’t believe his sweet wife had brought him here.
“That just means I’m going to have to put that cock in something to keep you from doing it.”
Sharon surveyed the options in front of her, wetness growing between her legs once more. The control she held over him now was intoxicating, and making it slightly difficult to think at the moment. There were simple, plastic models and elaborate contraptions of leather and metal. Some had spikes or other additions to make erections even more painful. Perhaps in the future she would invest in such a device, but for now a silicone model caught her attention. She selected the largest one and placed it in the basket slung over her arm along with a package of metal locks.
“Now, let’s see. What else should we get?”
“Whatever you want, Ma’am.” Bret replied in a hoarse whisper.
“Good answer. Good boy.”
The options were a little overwhelming, though exciting at the same time. Sharon selected two different types of nipple clamps, a long riding crop, a sturdy wooden paddle and a thinner leather one. Several different styles of cock rings so she wouldn’t have to use a hair tie again. A set of leather wrist and ankle cuffs would certainly come in handy, as would a bundle of rope. Debating between a ball gag and bit gag, Sharon’s nipples puckered and throbbed at the mental image of her husband’s mouth stretched around them. Both went in the basket.
Satisfied with her selections for his torment, Sharon turned her attention to the dildos and vibrators, adding several toys strictly for her own pleasure to the collection. A couple of bottles of lube and she was ready to check out.
“Be a good boy and go check out, Bret. I’ll be in the car.” She gave him a wicked grin and handed him the basket.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Bret watched his wife saunter out of the store, fighting to steady his breathing. After a few minutes, he managed to approach the counter and purchase the items she’d selected, avoiding the knowing glances from the cashier. The whole experience was both embarrassing and wildly arousing. If he was being honest, Bret was terrified he would come in his pants if they brushed his cock the wrong way.
The torturous ride home was nothing compared to what Sharon had in store for him once they were in private once more. As soon as they were in the door, she ordered him to strip, eying his cock hungrily. He knew there was no way he could withstand her using it for her pleasure again without disobeying her order not to climax.
“I bet that cock hurts, doesn’t it, dear?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Bret prayed his erection would subside.
“Poor baby. You shouldn’t have jacked off thinking about some slut from the office.”
Suddenly, Sharon slapped his cock downward with an open palm. Bret collapsed to his knees, groaning in pain.
“Get up.” She snapped. “Go to the kitchen and get one of my mixing bowls. Fill it with ice and water.”
Bret rushed to obey, not eager to find out what she wanted the bowl of ice water for. Still, if she touched his cock again, he feared he would explode. Sure, the slap hurt like hell, but that hadn’t brought him away from the edge. Sharon followed him, setting the bags from her shopping spree on the counter and watching as he did as she instructed.
“Good. Now, kneel. Put the bowl between your legs. I want your cock and balls fully submerged.”
Bret stared at her wide-eyed.
“Now, Bret.” Sharon crossed her arms and glared at him.
Bret sank to the floor, his entire body trembling with a mixture of excitement and dread. Settled on his knees with the bowl in place, he lowered himself the rest of the way, breath hissing through his clenched teeth as his heated flesh made contact with the frigid water. Only when the required parts were full submerged did he dare look up at his wife.
“Good boy, Bret. We just have to get rid of that erection before I put you in the new cage. Or make you do it. I think that’s more fitting, don’t you? After all, you got yourself into this mess.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
It didn’t take long for the effects of the water to kick in, his manhood going soft and attempting to retreat from the cold. Sharon opened the packages, handing him the silicone cage and a bottle of numbing lube along with a towel. When she was satisfied that his arousal was far enough gone, she ordered him to put the device on. Bret knelt up on his knees, drying himself quickly to avoid becoming hard again and slathering himself with the lube. In mere moments, the numbing ingredient took effect, the slickness allowing him to somewhat easily force his cock and balls into the device. Once it was in place, Sharon slipped a lock through and latched it, rendering his manhood essentially useless. Bret shivered hard.
“How does that feel?”
“I…I don’t know, Ma’am. I can’t feel much right now.”
“How does it feel knowing that cock you’re so proud of is in a little cage that only I have the key to?” She nudged at it with her foot and he whimpered.
“It feels good, Ma’am.”
“Good boy. Now clean up down here and meet in our bedroom. I’ve gotten all hot and bothered again, and you will satisfy me before bed. Understood?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Sharon lounged on their large bed, running her hands over her naked body, replaying the scene from the kitchen in her mind. The cloud was nowhere in sight, but her arousal was greater than ever just knowing the control she had of her husband. Toys lay spread across the bed, a towel under her hips just in case. When Bret finally joined her, she could see his cock twitch in its cage from across the room.
“Come here, darling.”
Sharon sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, pointing to the floor in front of her. Bret hurried over.
“Aww, look, your cock is trying to get hard. Does the cage hurt?”
“A little, Ma’am.”
“Good.”
Sharon picked up a set of clamps from beside her, teasing his nipples with her fingertips before applying the clamps. Bret groaned, his cock twitching again. Sharon just laughed and tightened the metal digging into his nipples.
“Now get on the bed. My pussy’s wet again and I expect you to satisfy me thoroughly before bed.”
Bret climbed onto the bed, settling himself between her legs. Just the sight of her soaked core made his cock strain against its confinement. There was no doubt in his mind that pleasuring her while wearing it would be delicious torture.
“Would you like me to use any of your new toys, Ma’am?” Bret asked in a sultry tone.
“Mm, good question. Yes. See that nice, big dildo that looks like your cock when it isn’t locked up? I want that one.”
Bret stifled a groan. He obediently picked up the toy, sliding the tip up and down her dripping slit, teasing her for just a moment before pushing it into her body. Sharon moaned, back arching, eyes already closed. Laying on his stomach, the base of the large dildo in one hand, Bret began lapping at her swollen clit with his tongue.
“Come on baby, fuck me with that dildo like you wish you were doing with your sad little cock.” Sharon moaned, one hand reaching down to grasp his hair.
Moaning into her folds, Bret increased his speed, pressing his tongue more firmly against her nub as he did so. Her pussy tasted so sweet, felt so good under her tongue that he barely noticed how painfully his cock throbbed in its cage. The cage she put him in. As much as he hated being denied the pleasure of burying himself in her, the release he so badly needed, Bret loved knowing she controlled it. He pounded into her eager body with the toy that could very well be a replica of his own manhood, relishing her moans and screams of pleasure as he took her from one orgasm to another.
If she wouldn’t allow him the use of his cock, he’d simply have to make love to her with his mouth and hands, to give her what he’d selfishly denied her for so long. When it was all over, the toys tucked away for the night and Sharon lay sleeping soundly next to him, Bret could no longer ignore the pain between his own legs.
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For more from The Kissing Cloud, check out the links below!
The Boardroom Invasion
Pop Goes The Cherry
Sharon’s Subbie Hubby
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four
Claiming Hanna
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