Think Carefully 19

Humiliating

By Jonathan Quincy Graves

{ Note: This is the nineteenth installment of this story. If you have not read the earlier chapters, this one will make more sense to you if you do. The opener can be found here: Think Carefully. }

We lay on the bed, both naked, with just a sheet to cover us. I curled in fetal position, with Gloria wrapped around me. She’d remarked how hot my ass felt against her thighs, despite the time I’d spent cooling down in the corner after Marissa spanked me.

“It was humiliating,” I said, not for the first time, “to be forced to go down on that woman with you watching.” There was a catch in my voice, not quite a stutter. The entire evening had been humiliating with Marissa, a woman I’d only met once before, examining my penis locked up in a blue chastity cage, then taking me across her lap for the hardest hand-spanking I’d ever experienced.

“I know, dear,” Gloria whispered. She’d been nibbling with her lips where my neck joins my shoulder. “I didn’t expect her to demand an act of gratitude from you after your weekly maintenance. You did well, though. I was proud of you. Was it so very hard? Your cock tried to come to attention in your cage before Marissa reached climax and pushed you away.”

That was humiliating, too. My body responded against my will as I thrust my tongue as far as it would go into Marissa’s pussy, and her juices flowed. She’d placed her hands behind my head and mashed my face against her for deepest penetration. I couldn’t breathe, but sensed she was close, so made a maximum effort to bring her off. She spurted into my mouth when she came. Gloria had never done that. Marissa ejaculated. I didn’t know women could do that. But then I had minimal experience with women in that way. Until tonight, Gloria is the only woman I’d ever brought to orgasm with my lips and tongue.

“No doubt it was humiliating,” Gloria continued, “but you must have enjoyed it on some level. I confess I was a little jealous of Marissa. I know how skilled you are with your tongue. Of course, I deserve credit for that. You were way too timid the first time you did me. I had to coach you along. But tell me about Marissa. What made it so difficult for you? How did she smell? How did she taste? Is she anything like me?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I said. “It’s embarrassing. I’m not used to talking about one woman to another. Having you watch me perform was bad enough without reliving it now.”

“Come on, baby,” Gloria cooed. “You can tell me anything. I won’t hold it against you. How was she?”

How was she, I thought. Hairy, for one. Gloria isn’t shaved down there, but Marissa’s bush was coarser, with long, stiff, black hair that wanted to go up my nose when she pulled me in.

“I don’t know,” I said. “She didn’t smell bad, really, just stronger. And saltier. You’re not that way at all. I never want to do that again. Not with any other woman but you.”

“That’s my sweet boy,” she sighed. “But you’re aware you don’t get to decide these things. When I told you to think carefully before signing our discipline compact, neither one of us imagined it would stretch so far, but perhaps we should have. With the written agreement I may punish you however and whenever I choose. In effect, I can make you do anything I want.”

My body, which had been uncurling—opening up—as we talked, tensed in her arms. She must have felt it, because she said, “Hush now, baby, I’m not going to turn all crazy on you. You’re my husband. I love you, and will not let you come to harm. Well, your booty will feel some harm from time to time,” she added with a giggle, “but I’ll take care of you, darling. You know I will.”

“I don’t want to do that ever again,” I repeated. She knew what I meant. I don’t want to ever be in the situation where I am forced to sexually service another woman. I committed to my marriage vows when I made them—to love, honor, and be faithful to Gloria, forsaking all others. Years later, I am still committed to those vows, despite how our spanking agreement may have blurred the lines. In the text, it states Gloria may allow others to witness or participate in spanking me. I’d have to go back and see if it also stipulated I must “thank” those others. I don’t think it does. Still, with the power to deal out unending spankings until I agreed to whatever was asked of me, thanking my spanker was an inevitable requirement, if the spanker demanded it.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew tonight’s activities would rank high in the material I used to fuel my masturbation sessions. If, that is, I ever decided to ignore Gloria’s prohibition and give in to the temptation. Being spanked by another woman, a near stranger, had always been a part of my fantasies, and to then be forced to go down on her… But now, the trauma stayed far too fresh in my mind.

“I know you don’t, baby,” she soothed. “Put it out of your mind. It may never happen again. It certainly won’t happen often. I won’t rule it out, though. Watching Marissa build to a giant orgasm, knowing what you were doing to her body with your mouth, almost drove me to a big O right along with her. It was like an unplanned threesome. You and two beautiful women. What man would turn that down? It was so cool!”

Gloria had been idly toying with my left nipple with her fingers while she cuddled against me, and she gave it a sharp pinch to punctuate her last sentence.

I was gradually recovering in the caress of Gloria’s arms from the humiliating assault upon my mind and body by her older friend and workmate. My ass wasn’t recovered. That fire will burn for hours, if not days, to come.

“Speaking of big Os,” I said, “how about removing Little Blue so we can enjoy one together?” I didn’t expect this plea to be successful. Gloria installed the blue plastic chastity cage this morning before we went to work. I expected it would remain in place through the weekend. But you never know. She might take it off. Worth a try.

“How did it go at work today?” Gloria asked.

“Not fun,” I said. “I was constantly aware of its presence, and convinced everyone else was aware of it too. Let’s not play that game again, okay? In fact, why don’t you take it off now, and I’ll bury it deep in my underwear drawer.” Or deep in the garbage bin, I thought.

“What’s the matter, dear? Are you discovering fantasies aren’t as fun when you can’t jerk off to them?”

“I haven’t ‘jerked off,’ as you put it, since you posted my rules.”

“Good boy,” she said. “But I think Little Blue will remain on duty for a while. There’s no reason you should have unsupervised access to your cock. Plus, as both Marissa and I have told you, your focus should not be on your own pleasure. Men think they need frequent orgasms, but that’s just foolishness, and a distraction from where your attention really belongs. The constant presence of Little Blue will remind you with every twitch, itch, and trip to the bathroom of your responsibilities to the woman who owns you.

“Marissa tells me it takes about three months for the benefits of chastity to be really seen by a key holder. And as our relationship evolves, I’m discovering I want to experience a lot of benefits.”

“Marissa,” I muttered. “I hope to never see that witch again.”

Gloria giggled and said, “You may want to reconsider your position, darling boy. Before she left this evening, Marissa talked me into letting her hold your keys for a while.”

END of Part 19

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