A blog, written by a couple in a female led marriage, devoted to the idea that women would run the world far better than men have and that a matriarchy can be achieved by using the weaknesses men possess against them.
Ian, with hard labored breathing, was bound in an ‘X’ shape in our bedroom; his hands held by ropes and cuffs to the hooks in the ceiling, and his legs to the spreader bar on the floor. His slender body was only mildly stretched so that he could protrude his ass out for use. The raised welts from two days ago were red and still stood out enough to be obvious. And, the pathetic example of manhood hanging between his legs was going limp quickly because I had just given him ten minutes of edging and then ruined an orgasm for him (even though it wasn’t called edging and ruining back then).
I had left him hanging there to go over to the toy chest and get my new strap-on. I was so totally stoked to finally get to fuck my husband’s tight little ass that I was trembling with excitement! All I could think about was the sexiness of all of this! I was letting it all play out in my head. First, I’d approach him from behind and wrap my arms around him; pressing my new phallus against his bum so that he’d shudder from the weight and size squished between us. Then, after I break the embrace, I’ll give his nipples a quick pinch as I move around to face him. He’ll see me, standing there mostly naked, wearing only a seven-inch, flesh-colored penis, hanging between my legs. He’ll gasp, and I’ll smile viciously; grabbing the base of my ‘cock’ and wiggling it a bit to make him nervous. I planned to say something intimidating at that point; something like ‘you’re going to my bitch from now on, little boy’, and then move around seductively behind him where I’d take him the way husband should be taken.
Instead, the whole moment was ruined by the fact I couldn’t figure out how to get the fucking straps wrapped around me and locked in place. I ended up having to untie Ian and have him help me. Between the two of us, and fifteen minutes of intense swearing while reading instructions, we were ready to go. I swear a parachute is easier to put on and when I was done, I looked like an extra in the movie Beastmaster.
Instead of tying him back up, I just started leading him over to the bed. I wanted his first time to be helplessly bound, but after all my plans went to pot, I came up with a much better idea. We have a very tall bed. When I first started dating Ian, I was confused by how far from the floor he slept. I was also concerned with falling off and dying from impact (I am not a big fan of heights), but after a while, I got used to it. As a matter of fact, I start loving it. It’s far easier to roll out of bed and be nearly standing, but most of all, it’s great for sex.
The first time Ian and I made love, he was kissing me as we tore off our clothes. As each article fell to the floor, he slowly led me backwards; across the room to the bed. I was still wearing socks and panties when he lifted me up slightly and set me on the bed. He pushed me gently back and lifted my legs. My ass was right at the edge of his bed, and his cock was exactly in line with where I wanted it to be. He reached down, and in one quick movement, my panties were pulled off and my legs spread. He knelt down and dove face first into my more-than-willing and waiting sex. After four orgasms he stood up, lined up his little guy and pushed him in. I was in heaven for the next hour as he came three times, and I lost track after ten, but I know Ian is going to be reading this, so for his benefit, I will have to be honest and say that I was a little disappointed with the lack of girth.
Why submissive men like to be reminded of their shortcomings will always be a mystery to me. The last thing I want to be reminded of is that my tight and tone tummy is gone after birthing one child. For some reason, though, tiny-dicked men just love to have it thrown up in their faces, and to be honest, I’m happy to oblige. It doesn’t take much effort and has such a positive effect.
I had cast aside my desire to take him forcefully, and now wanted to relive our first coupling, just in reverse. Once we were halfway across the room, I pulled his shoulder and made him turn around. I lunged forward with the same desperate look he had that day, many years ago, and locked my lips on his. His eyes opened wide at first, but then they seemed to relax and close them knowingly. He let me slowly push him backward to the bed, where he sat down. I kissed him a bit longer, before breaking the embrace and pushing him back on the bed. He pulled his legs up and grabbed his knees as he tipped, leaving his tight little asshole well-displayed. I smiled at him and placed my hand on his chest.
“I love you, Ian.”
“I love you too, Ana.” He responded.
I pulled my hand down to his quickly-growing, semi-hard cock. He had removed the cage ring while we were futzing with the strap-on harness, so all that was there was my husband’s completely-shaved, tiny penis. I knelt down and found I don’t quite meet face to crotch on my knees, so I grabbed a feather pillow and knelt on that instead. Now I found myself with the perfect view of my what I planned to take.
Now, I had no intention of licking my husband’s asshole. I don’t do that. Beside the fact that I think it’s gross (not judging – if you like to do it, just go for it), but I am a woman, and we are superior to men. We should not be debasing ourselves too often in front of men. It gives them ideas of equality. With that being uttered, I had stopped sucking my husband’s cock years ago. It was for three reasons: I didn’t enjoy doing it, he felt it was a submissive act and didn’t want me doing it as his dominant, and he said I wasn’t good at it anyway. I have a feeling the third reason was a direct result of the first reason. No one really does a great job of something they absolutely hate doing.
Today was going to be a rare exception. I grabbed his little shaft between two fingers and was a little dismayed that it wasn’t completely hard yet. Normally you could pound in nails with his pecker if you merely mention sex. Now he was only partially hard.
“Is there a problem, slave?”
“No, Mistress.” He responded.
“Then why aren’t you hard?”
“I just came a little, Mistress. Now it acts like a normal penis and requires a little attention to activate.” Seeing as how I was sexually active before my being with Ian, I was able to remember back to other men I had been with. He was right, after a couple of weeks of being with a guy, and all the newness of the relationship was over, I always had to give the manhood a little rub to get it going.
“Well, let’s try this then, shall we?” I smiled devilishly at him, then gave him a stern look. “Keep your hands on your knees. If I feel them touch my head, I swear I’ll bite.” I hated it when men grabbed my head while giving a blowjob. If I’m feeling generous enough to give you one, you should not try using my face as fuck toy!
“Yes, Mistress!” He said with surprise in his eyes.
“Good.” I smiled one last time, then enveloped his tiny member with my mouth.
It didn’t take but a little flicking with my tongue before his mini-pecker grew hard in my mouth. I made my way up to the tip and then back down to an inch from the base. When hard, he can hit the back of my throat, but not down it; not that I’d ever do that for anyone anyway. I only know this because of a klutzy experience one night when I tried to give him head. He lost his balance and tipped forward, and I got pinned between him and the bed I was kneeling in front of. Like I’ve said before, my husband is a bit clumsy.
I looked up and saw my slave was looking down at my ministrations. He watched as I slowly bobbed my head up and down on his miniscule manhood. I made sure to suck as hard as I could. I wanted it to be pleasurable, but also a bit painful; it’s just the way I am, I guess. Not even caring that I was not wearing gloves, I jammed two fingers into his waiting hole. There was so much lube in there now that I could put a dry broom handle in, and he’d not feel a bit of abrasion. I kept my looking at him and then saw his eyes rolling back into his head. As his eyelids closed, he lowered his head back to the bed. I started sucking him even harder to try and make him moan. I took a third finger in his ass to get one to escape his lips.
For about three minutes I kept this up, but my jaw got tired. I don’t do it often enough to last a long time, and with my aversion to it, I’d guess I’ll never give head for long. I stood up, grabbed one of the hand towels we lay around strategically before sex, wiped off my chin and then my nasty fingers. I reached over to nightstand and grabbed the KY jelly. I put a good amount into my hand and rubbed it all over my faux-phallus. Then I lined myself up between my husbands pulled-up legs and gazed up at his face. He was looking at me like a wanton virgin; a mix of fear and desire covered his face.
“Are you ready, my little bitch?”
“Yes, Mistress. Just…” He hesitated.
“Just what?” I said demandingly. He was still slow to respond. “Spit it out!”
“It’s just that it’s so large. Couldn’t we start with something a little smaller?”
“You mean like yours?” I asked cruelly. “No, I don’t think I want you to have to suffer anything that unsatisfying.” I laughed, and with my hand at the base of my ‘cock’, I put the head at his sphincter. This caused him to tighten up ever muscle in his body, including his asshole. As I began to push, I was met with way more resistance than I thought I would be. I tried to push harder, but it just slipped above or below the entrance. Irritated, I slapped his inner thigh hard. This got his attention.
“Relax, or it’s going to really hurt when I push it in.” I ordered more than spoke. He took a deep breath and relaxed all his muscles. “There, that’s better.”
I reposition the head of the strap-on to his arsehole, which now was gaping a little due to my fingering, and him relaxing, and then I began to push. The resistance was gone, and the tip started to invade Ian’s waiting orifice. As the opening spread to accept the large phallus, I slowed my insertion; not to provide my husband with a gentle entry, but instead to savor every moment of entering his body. I wanted to know the joy he felt when he penetrated me, but rather than quickly, I wanted to feel it intently, millimeter by millimeter.
As the head slowly passed the sphincter, the difference in size, from the bulbous head to the narrow shaft, caused me to be pulled in by my slave’s eager rectum. The sudden jerk made me lose my balance, so I reached up and grabbed my husband’s legs. Those were not as stable as I hoped. His legs gave way and pushed back toward him, and I found myself entering my husband at a far faster clip than I intended. I went straight in with one slow, but steady, unintentional thrust. His eyes opened wide as I bottomed out while much of my upper-body weight was pinning his legs back. I made eye contact.
“Are you okay?” I had wanted so badly to go slowly, but I guess this was more accurate to how he first penetrated me. Unintentionally, I guess I was staying with that theme.
“Yes, Mistress.” He said while gasping uncontrollably to the blissful feeling of having his rectum filled so completely and quickly.
“Good.” I said as I pulled my hips back, slowly pulling my ‘cock’ back from being buried deeply in my slave. I pulled back until I felt the larger head catching on the sphincter. “I’m going to fuck you now, Ian, and from this point on, I may be penetrating you more often than you penetrate me. You’re going to have to be okay with that.”
“I am, Ana. I love you so much. Take me as you wish, whenever you wish.”
“I love you, too.” I said as I pushed my new toy back into Ian with a firm thrust and watched as his body reacted to being filled once again. He arched his back and tilted his head farther back as I bottomed out in his ass again. As I pulled back out, his back relaxed and his head came forward. His face contorted into a look of mild dismay; as if removing the dildo made him feel empty of my love for him. I pushed it back in and watched as his face, once again, show the joy of me taking him like the submissive little bitch that he is.
I started increasing the rhythm, still watching the change in expressions on his face as I pumped in and out of him. His tiny penis was so hard that it was purple, but from years of experience, I knew it was still far from ejaculating, and I was suddenly realizing that as much as I was enjoying this, I was receiving no stimulation from it. I suddenly wished I had tried putting a vibrator up inside myself before starting all this. Too late now, though. I didn’t want to stop in the middle of Ian’s first real anal fucking from me to make adjustments, so I just kept speeding up until I was really sawing back and forth into, and out of, his ass.
Everything was going well, and I was making mental notes on how to improve things for next time, when I realized the dildo was getting harder to control. The straps holding the floppy toy tightly to me had loosened and now the phallus was pulling away from me three inches or so every time I pulled back. I didn’t want to stop and try to tighten them up; especially with how hard it was to get into in the first place. I wasn’t sure I could tighten it even if I wanted to without my husband’s help. The next day, Ian looked at it and said the straps had stretched and would probably keep stretching until they eventually snapped. He called the material ‘pleather’ and joked that it came from the hide of the great ‘Naugabeast’.
Fearing the apparatus would disconnect from me altogether, and I’d lose my chance to make Ian cum with my woman-cock (notice I didn’t say girl-cock? We are women, not girls!), so I reached down to Ian’s right and grabbed the KY tube I had laid on the bed next to him. I squirted some in my right hand and tossed the tube back. I then reached down with me left and grabbed the dildo by its base while trying to not to take up too much space with my hand between Ian and me.
I grabbed his cock with my well lubed right hand and started to squeeze while moving my hand up and down. Meanwhile, I upped my game on ramming the phallic toy in and out of Ian. Within ten strokes in and out, and three slow squeezes of his tiny manhood, and he was ready to blow. I slowed the manipulation of his little guy, because I wanted to keep him on the edge for at least ten minutes, but alas, my hand wasn’t used to holding a fake penis to my crotch and it wore out quickly, so before my wrist and fingers gave out, I sped up and increased the force of my pegging, while bringing my hand up and down on his mini-member as quickly as I could.
“Cum for me, my love. Cum like the little anal whore you’ve become.” I said lovingly. Stream after stream shot from his little dick. His mouth was open, as he was cumming audibly, so I did my best to aim jism shots to land on his tongue. Some did, but most ended up all over his face.
Once the major orgasm was done, I pulled my hips back and the dildo came out with a popping noise. Ian, once again, looked unhappily empty. He was about to get up, but I ordered him to stay just the way he was. I went over to the toy box and got out the Polaroid (yes, this was before I had a cell phone that took pictures, so we had to use an instant camera). I took three pictures of my husband. One back far enough to get his whole position; on his back with his legs in the air while ready to get pegged, one close enough to see his gaping asshole, and one of his cum covered face. The last one showed a bright red face, covered in cum, of my very embarrassed husband!
After I was done taking pictures, I let Ian stand up. He cleaned up the room and all the toys, relocked his little peepee, and made the bed. We then made our way to the shower, where we made out more than we actually washed ourselves while the hot water pelted us hypnotically, and then we went back to the bedroom.
Ian was seriously dismayed that I hadn’t cum and begged to lick me to an orgasm. I let him tongue me to seven. As I lied there, enjoying my slave working even harder to please me than ever before, my only thoughts were of the future, and how my husband’s ass was going to play a large part in my plans.
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My Husband’s Bum Part 5
Ian, with hard labored breathing, was bound in an ‘X’ shape in our bedroom; his hands held by ropes and cuffs to the hooks in the ceiling, and his legs to the spreader bar on the floor. His slender body was only mildly stretched so that he could protrude his ass out for use. The raised welts from two days ago were red and still stood out enough to be obvious. And, the pathetic example of manhood hanging between his legs was going limp quickly because I had just given him ten minutes of edging and then ruined an orgasm for him (even though it wasn’t called edging and ruining back then).
I had left him hanging there to go over to the toy chest and get my new strap-on. I was so totally stoked to finally get to fuck my husband’s tight little ass that I was trembling with excitement! All I could think about was the sexiness of all of this! I was letting it all play out in my head. First, I’d approach him from behind and wrap my arms around him; pressing my new phallus against his bum so that he’d shudder from the weight and size squished between us. Then, after I break the embrace, I’ll give his nipples a quick pinch as I move around to face him. He’ll see me, standing there mostly naked, wearing only a seven-inch, flesh-colored penis, hanging between my legs. He’ll gasp, and I’ll smile viciously; grabbing the base of my ‘cock’ and wiggling it a bit to make him nervous. I planned to say something intimidating at that point; something like ‘you’re going to my bitch from now on, little boy’, and then move around seductively behind him where I’d take him the way husband should be taken.
Instead, the whole moment was ruined by the fact I couldn’t figure out how to get the fucking straps wrapped around me and locked in place. I ended up having to untie Ian and have him help me. Between the two of us, and fifteen minutes of intense swearing while reading instructions, we were ready to go. I swear a parachute is easier to put on and when I was done, I looked like an extra in the movie Beastmaster.
Instead of tying him back up, I just started leading him over to the bed. I wanted his first time to be helplessly bound, but after all my plans went to pot, I came up with a much better idea. We have a very tall bed. When I first started dating Ian, I was confused by how far from the floor he slept. I was also concerned with falling off and dying from impact (I am not a big fan of heights), but after a while, I got used to it. As a matter of fact, I start loving it. It’s far easier to roll out of bed and be nearly standing, but most of all, it’s great for sex.
The first time Ian and I made love, he was kissing me as we tore off our clothes. As each article fell to the floor, he slowly led me backwards; across the room to the bed. I was still wearing socks and panties when he lifted me up slightly and set me on the bed. He pushed me gently back and lifted my legs. My ass was right at the edge of his bed, and his cock was exactly in line with where I wanted it to be. He reached down, and in one quick movement, my panties were pulled off and my legs spread. He knelt down and dove face first into my more-than-willing and waiting sex. After four orgasms he stood up, lined up his little guy and pushed him in. I was in heaven for the next hour as he came three times, and I lost track after ten, but I know Ian is going to be reading this, so for his benefit, I will have to be honest and say that I was a little disappointed with the lack of girth.
Why submissive men like to be reminded of their shortcomings will always be a mystery to me. The last thing I want to be reminded of is that my tight and tone tummy is gone after birthing one child. For some reason, though, tiny-dicked men just love to have it thrown up in their faces, and to be honest, I’m happy to oblige. It doesn’t take much effort and has such a positive effect.
I had cast aside my desire to take him forcefully, and now wanted to relive our first coupling, just in reverse. Once we were halfway across the room, I pulled his shoulder and made him turn around. I lunged forward with the same desperate look he had that day, many years ago, and locked my lips on his. His eyes opened wide at first, but then they seemed to relax and close them knowingly. He let me slowly push him backward to the bed, where he sat down. I kissed him a bit longer, before breaking the embrace and pushing him back on the bed. He pulled his legs up and grabbed his knees as he tipped, leaving his tight little asshole well-displayed. I smiled at him and placed my hand on his chest.
“I love you, Ian.”
“I love you too, Ana.” He responded.
I pulled my hand down to his quickly-growing, semi-hard cock. He had removed the cage ring while we were futzing with the strap-on harness, so all that was there was my husband’s completely-shaved, tiny penis. I knelt down and found I don’t quite meet face to crotch on my knees, so I grabbed a feather pillow and knelt on that instead. Now I found myself with the perfect view of my what I planned to take.
Now, I had no intention of licking my husband’s asshole. I don’t do that. Beside the fact that I think it’s gross (not judging – if you like to do it, just go for it), but I am a woman, and we are superior to men. We should not be debasing ourselves too often in front of men. It gives them ideas of equality. With that being uttered, I had stopped sucking my husband’s cock years ago. It was for three reasons: I didn’t enjoy doing it, he felt it was a submissive act and didn’t want me doing it as his dominant, and he said I wasn’t good at it anyway. I have a feeling the third reason was a direct result of the first reason. No one really does a great job of something they absolutely hate doing.
Today was going to be a rare exception. I grabbed his little shaft between two fingers and was a little dismayed that it wasn’t completely hard yet. Normally you could pound in nails with his pecker if you merely mention sex. Now he was only partially hard.
“Is there a problem, slave?”
“No, Mistress.” He responded.
“Then why aren’t you hard?”
“I just came a little, Mistress. Now it acts like a normal penis and requires a little attention to activate.” Seeing as how I was sexually active before my being with Ian, I was able to remember back to other men I had been with. He was right, after a couple of weeks of being with a guy, and all the newness of the relationship was over, I always had to give the manhood a little rub to get it going.
“Well, let’s try this then, shall we?” I smiled devilishly at him, then gave him a stern look. “Keep your hands on your knees. If I feel them touch my head, I swear I’ll bite.” I hated it when men grabbed my head while giving a blowjob. If I’m feeling generous enough to give you one, you should not try using my face as fuck toy!
“Yes, Mistress!” He said with surprise in his eyes.
“Good.” I smiled one last time, then enveloped his tiny member with my mouth.
It didn’t take but a little flicking with my tongue before his mini-pecker grew hard in my mouth. I made my way up to the tip and then back down to an inch from the base. When hard, he can hit the back of my throat, but not down it; not that I’d ever do that for anyone anyway. I only know this because of a klutzy experience one night when I tried to give him head. He lost his balance and tipped forward, and I got pinned between him and the bed I was kneeling in front of. Like I’ve said before, my husband is a bit clumsy.
I looked up and saw my slave was looking down at my ministrations. He watched as I slowly bobbed my head up and down on his miniscule manhood. I made sure to suck as hard as I could. I wanted it to be pleasurable, but also a bit painful; it’s just the way I am, I guess. Not even caring that I was not wearing gloves, I jammed two fingers into his waiting hole. There was so much lube in there now that I could put a dry broom handle in, and he’d not feel a bit of abrasion. I kept my looking at him and then saw his eyes rolling back into his head. As his eyelids closed, he lowered his head back to the bed. I started sucking him even harder to try and make him moan. I took a third finger in his ass to get one to escape his lips.
For about three minutes I kept this up, but my jaw got tired. I don’t do it often enough to last a long time, and with my aversion to it, I’d guess I’ll never give head for long. I stood up, grabbed one of the hand towels we lay around strategically before sex, wiped off my chin and then my nasty fingers. I reached over to nightstand and grabbed the KY jelly. I put a good amount into my hand and rubbed it all over my faux-phallus. Then I lined myself up between my husbands pulled-up legs and gazed up at his face. He was looking at me like a wanton virgin; a mix of fear and desire covered his face.
“Are you ready, my little bitch?”
“Yes, Mistress. Just…” He hesitated.
“Just what?” I said demandingly. He was still slow to respond. “Spit it out!”
“It’s just that it’s so large. Couldn’t we start with something a little smaller?”
“You mean like yours?” I asked cruelly. “No, I don’t think I want you to have to suffer anything that unsatisfying.” I laughed, and with my hand at the base of my ‘cock’, I put the head at his sphincter. This caused him to tighten up ever muscle in his body, including his asshole. As I began to push, I was met with way more resistance than I thought I would be. I tried to push harder, but it just slipped above or below the entrance. Irritated, I slapped his inner thigh hard. This got his attention.
“Relax, or it’s going to really hurt when I push it in.” I ordered more than spoke. He took a deep breath and relaxed all his muscles. “There, that’s better.”
I reposition the head of the strap-on to his arsehole, which now was gaping a little due to my fingering, and him relaxing, and then I began to push. The resistance was gone, and the tip started to invade Ian’s waiting orifice. As the opening spread to accept the large phallus, I slowed my insertion; not to provide my husband with a gentle entry, but instead to savor every moment of entering his body. I wanted to know the joy he felt when he penetrated me, but rather than quickly, I wanted to feel it intently, millimeter by millimeter.
As the head slowly passed the sphincter, the difference in size, from the bulbous head to the narrow shaft, caused me to be pulled in by my slave’s eager rectum. The sudden jerk made me lose my balance, so I reached up and grabbed my husband’s legs. Those were not as stable as I hoped. His legs gave way and pushed back toward him, and I found myself entering my husband at a far faster clip than I intended. I went straight in with one slow, but steady, unintentional thrust. His eyes opened wide as I bottomed out while much of my upper-body weight was pinning his legs back. I made eye contact.
“Are you okay?” I had wanted so badly to go slowly, but I guess this was more accurate to how he first penetrated me. Unintentionally, I guess I was staying with that theme.
“Yes, Mistress.” He said while gasping uncontrollably to the blissful feeling of having his rectum filled so completely and quickly.
“Good.” I said as I pulled my hips back, slowly pulling my ‘cock’ back from being buried deeply in my slave. I pulled back until I felt the larger head catching on the sphincter. “I’m going to fuck you now, Ian, and from this point on, I may be penetrating you more often than you penetrate me. You’re going to have to be okay with that.”
“I am, Ana. I love you so much. Take me as you wish, whenever you wish.”
“I love you, too.” I said as I pushed my new toy back into Ian with a firm thrust and watched as his body reacted to being filled once again. He arched his back and tilted his head farther back as I bottomed out in his ass again. As I pulled back out, his back relaxed and his head came forward. His face contorted into a look of mild dismay; as if removing the dildo made him feel empty of my love for him. I pushed it back in and watched as his face, once again, show the joy of me taking him like the submissive little bitch that he is.
I started increasing the rhythm, still watching the change in expressions on his face as I pumped in and out of him. His tiny penis was so hard that it was purple, but from years of experience, I knew it was still far from ejaculating, and I was suddenly realizing that as much as I was enjoying this, I was receiving no stimulation from it. I suddenly wished I had tried putting a vibrator up inside myself before starting all this. Too late now, though. I didn’t want to stop in the middle of Ian’s first real anal fucking from me to make adjustments, so I just kept speeding up until I was really sawing back and forth into, and out of, his ass.
Everything was going well, and I was making mental notes on how to improve things for next time, when I realized the dildo was getting harder to control. The straps holding the floppy toy tightly to me had loosened and now the phallus was pulling away from me three inches or so every time I pulled back. I didn’t want to stop and try to tighten them up; especially with how hard it was to get into in the first place. I wasn’t sure I could tighten it even if I wanted to without my husband’s help. The next day, Ian looked at it and said the straps had stretched and would probably keep stretching until they eventually snapped. He called the material ‘pleather’ and joked that it came from the hide of the great ‘Naugabeast’.
Fearing the apparatus would disconnect from me altogether, and I’d lose my chance to make Ian cum with my woman-cock (notice I didn’t say girl-cock? We are women, not girls!), so I reached down to Ian’s right and grabbed the KY tube I had laid on the bed next to him. I squirted some in my right hand and tossed the tube back. I then reached down with me left and grabbed the dildo by its base while trying to not to take up too much space with my hand between Ian and me.
I grabbed his cock with my well lubed right hand and started to squeeze while moving my hand up and down. Meanwhile, I upped my game on ramming the phallic toy in and out of Ian. Within ten strokes in and out, and three slow squeezes of his tiny manhood, and he was ready to blow. I slowed the manipulation of his little guy, because I wanted to keep him on the edge for at least ten minutes, but alas, my hand wasn’t used to holding a fake penis to my crotch and it wore out quickly, so before my wrist and fingers gave out, I sped up and increased the force of my pegging, while bringing my hand up and down on his mini-member as quickly as I could.
“Cum for me, my love. Cum like the little anal whore you’ve become.” I said lovingly. Stream after stream shot from his little dick. His mouth was open, as he was cumming audibly, so I did my best to aim jism shots to land on his tongue. Some did, but most ended up all over his face.
Once the major orgasm was done, I pulled my hips back and the dildo came out with a popping noise. Ian, once again, looked unhappily empty. He was about to get up, but I ordered him to stay just the way he was. I went over to the toy box and got out the Polaroid (yes, this was before I had a cell phone that took pictures, so we had to use an instant camera). I took three pictures of my husband. One back far enough to get his whole position; on his back with his legs in the air while ready to get pegged, one close enough to see his gaping asshole, and one of his cum covered face. The last one showed a bright red face, covered in cum, of my very embarrassed husband!
After I was done taking pictures, I let Ian stand up. He cleaned up the room and all the toys, relocked his little peepee, and made the bed. We then made our way to the shower, where we made out more than we actually washed ourselves while the hot water pelted us hypnotically, and then we went back to the bedroom.
Ian was seriously dismayed that I hadn’t cum and begged to lick me to an orgasm. I let him tongue me to seven. As I lied there, enjoying my slave working even harder to please me than ever before, my only thoughts were of the future, and how my husband’s ass was going to play a large part in my plans.