Chapter 29

"Please... I beg you to stop"

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When Mac arrived home from work, he noticed his dinner on the table. Sitting down, he didn't hear Stella come out of the room. Nearing his chair quietly, she raised the straps that housed the furry cuffs. Then pulling his arms back, she cuffed them, followed by the strap around his waist.

"Steeeeeeeeeeeel... what the hell? Not now, I had a difficult day. Get these damn cuffs off me," he gripped.

Coming around the table, Mac seen her dressed in a black dominatrix outfit. Damn... how he tried to remember how to breathe, as her nipples were standing at attention through the little holes, along with her hot sheath that showed her curly hair.

"What's the matter slave? Would you care to repeat what you said to me? Would you care to repeat, that you don't want to be dominated," yelled Stella as she cracked the small whip.

Feeling his pants constrict, he quietly obeyed... "I'm sorry mistress Stella, please forgive for denying you,"

"Very well, I will... just this once. Now... tonight I'm going to bring to orgasm, but not allow you to release. Everytime you cum, or pre cum, I'm going to whip you, understand?"

"Yes Mistress Stella, I understand."

Watching as she removed the zipper of her outfit, he felt his cock grow. "Mm... seems we're not doing very well, you're hard already. I think I should help you release the beast. Let's just see how much, he can be tempted."

Mac felt his cock dance happily in his pants. Closing his eyes, he tried to think of something to distract himself from his lovely dominating wife, who was sexually exciting him. Feeling her fingers pull on his zipper, she whispered...

"Raise your bum off the seat lover, let me free the beast, that brings me endless hours of sexual pleasure."

Mac could feel cock pre cum. "Tsk, tsk... we just seem to have no control at all, do we lover. Now I have to whip you, once." Taking her whip, she slashed it across his chest, as the erotic pain coarsed down to his erection.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiis... please mistress Stella, forgive me for my pre cumming."

"Of course, don't let it happen again." Placing down her whip, she removed the remaining black latex from her body. Now standing before him naked, he tried desperately not to respond with his cock, but damn... she was to sexually charged, and he could smell her heat invading his nostrils.

"Back up, lover..." as she whipped him again across the chest, for drooling. Seeing him lower his head, as his eyes remained on her face, he gave her a sinister snear. Then nearing his lap, she took her finger and caressed it along his thick, long, cock, laughing wickedly as his eyes closed against the erotic pleasures she was causing.

"Mm... so thick and hot my lover, try not to move as I take a little taste, of your hot cock." Getting down on her knees, Stella lowered her head and kissed the tip of his cock, as it jumped leaking pre cum again. "Tsk,tsk, what am I going to do with you? I swear you like to be whipped, lover."

Taking her little whip, she cracked it across his chest again. "Aaaaaaaaaaaugh... damn you mistress Stella, please, he hissed as he orgasmed onto his leg.

"Mm... look what you did, now. You came without your mistresses permission. Such a naughty little boy, now you leave me no choice but to torture you in endless pleasure with my tongue."

Taking her tongue, she slid it down his length, enjoying his flavor as he hardened again. Circling her tongue around his head, she could see the pre cum glistening. Taking her fingers, she flicked the head of his cock, till it softened again. Then repeating the process over again with her tongue, he became hard again.

Mac wasn't sure how much more of her teasing, and torture he could take. Everytime he got hard and started to pre cum, she would flick him soft again, leading his body into states of shudders, from not being able to release. Six times she had brought him to the edge, but not one of those times, did she allow him to orgasm.

"Please... I beg you to stop the torture, mistress Stella. Pleeeeeeeeeeease... I beg you, to stop."

Stella could feel her own cum dripping down her leg. Still not giving in, she placed her clit on his thick cock and rubbed herself up and down, cumming over into endless orgasms in front of Mac. Feeling his cock ready to release, she flicked him back down again.

"Steeeeeeeeeeeella.... this goes beyond torture," he shuddered.

Stella could tell he was nearing exhaustion. She could see him excesively sweat, from the endless near orgasms she had produced from him. Unstrapping his waist, followed by removal of the cuffs, he went wild on her.

Thorwing himself out of the chair, he picked her up, and tossed her on the table. Ignoring the plates, glasses and food that went flying, onto the carpet. Sliding her to the end of the table, he plunged deep into her heat, wild, wicked, out of control, pent up, erotic sex.

Stella could feel his thick cock cram her full of his cum, as he ejacted for what seemed like hours, but was only minutes. Still not done with her, he flipped her over onto her tummy, holding her like a wheel barrel as his legs tremored, and shuddered from sitting so long.

Hearing her screams, he knew, she had soaked the table, squirting him along the way, as her orgasm poured with his. "Maaaaaaaaaac... please... we need...." she panted.

"Who's begging now, love? Who's the one crying for release? Say it Stella, give Master Mac, the words."

"Please... she yelled. Please... I beg you to stop."

End.