After lunch, he fucked me. He didn’t cum, however. He just cradled me, dick in my ass, spooning me and kissing the back of my neck.
He said: “You’ve been such a good boy. You’ve learned being a great sex slave and houseboy so quickly, I’m really proud of you.”
I was blushing and said: “Thank you, Sir. I am so happy to be able to please you and serve you. Part of me wishes that this could be our lives rather than just our honeymoon.”
– “I know we’ll have to think about practical and mundane things again when we get back, like jobs and bills. But, trust me: we can incorporate much more of this into our everyday lives than you think.”
– “I’d love that, Sir.”
– “Now, since you’ve been so good and not once asked for permission to cum, I am willing to allow you to cum once before the end of our honeymoon. Would you like that? You certainly deserve it.”
– “Thank you, Sir. That is so generous of you. To be honest, I never thought I’d make it this far without cumming. I’m used to letting you cum first but not to being denied, at least not this consistently. It was difficult at first, but now it just feels right. I love how horny it keeps me, and I love the feeling of sexual frustration, and pent-up energy. Sir, with your permission, I would prefer not to cum until the end of our honeymoon.”
He turned me around, his cock slipping out of my boy pussy, and looked me in the eyes. He was smiling. I could see he was so proud of me. He told me: “I am so lucky to have found you, you bring the best out in me–or, at least the best dom. I am so proud of you!”
I smiled and said: “Knowing you’re proud of me is much more satisfying than any orgasm could ever be, Sir.”
He kissed me and held me tight. It a beautiful, tender moment. Most of the afternoon, he spent kissing, teasing, biting, groping, and playing with my body. Having been denied for so long, every touch felt extra sensual and sexual. I flexed, thrashed, screamed in pleasure and desperation. Every touch made me want to change my decision and take him up on allowing me to cum, but every touch also made me so proud of having said ‘no’ to his offer and only made me want to stay locked even longer.
Eventually, he let me go. There wasn’t much time to serve dinner, so he allowed me to just heat leftovers. He ate but I was to only have a small snack. Clearly he was planning some extensive fucking.
He fucked me so well that night. He had me bent in half, legs in the air. He leaned in and whispered: “You’re my bitch boy now. There’s no turning back from this. Once you declined to cum, I knew exactly how deep your submission runs, even deeper than I had already suspected. You know I’m right.”
I realized he was right. This is a new level where I’m the one denying myself because. He doesn’t even need to force me anymore.
He grabs my limp dick in its cage: “You know that when you’ll eventually be allowed to cum, it’ll be so good, don’t you boy? It’ll all have been more than worth it.”
– “Yes, Sir. But even now without cumming, it’s all more than worth it. I am loving every second of being your sex slave and houseboy.”
He came soon after and made sure to do so on my cage. It only reinforced what I had foregone. We continued to cuddle and make out for a while. That night he allowed me to sleep in the bed. I was so excited and happy. Not only was I proud of the decision I made today, and proud of making him proud, but I was also so delighted at the wonderful mix of rough dominance and loving tenderness that today displayed.
I slept like a rock and woke up early. I slipped out of the bed quietly to make breakfast–something I hadn’t been able to do most mornings because I had to wait for him to open my cage or release me from bondage. I was so happy just to be able to do that the next morning.
THE BIG CONFESSION
We were at the end of a wonderful two weeks, I made Him a wonderful meal–my best one yet, I must say–and he played with me all night long. We were set to leave tomorrow in the late morning. It felt like back to a regular life, but how ‘regular’ could it ever be again after this honeymoon? Maybe regular when seen from the outside, but surely our dynamic was going to be special and kinky forever.
It was late when he released me from the bondage he had me in most of the night and invited me to kneel in front of him. I kneeled and spontaneously prostrated. I kissed his feet; they were sweaty and smelly from the day’s heat. I wanted to lick of the sweat but he told me to get up and look him in the eyes. I did and I was so happy. I looked at him only to be reminded of what a beautiful and wonderful man I had not only married but confirmed my submission to. I realized that most of these two weeks I had been looking down in his presence. It was a subconscious acceptance of my submission and my lower status that I only now realized I had internalized.
– “You have been a wonderful chaste sex slave and houseboy to me over these last two weeks. And, while we won’t quite be able to live our regular lives exactly like we did in the last two weeks once we get home, I think you know just as well as I do that we also cannot go back to being equals in our relationship. Of course, our sex life was never equal, but I think you’ll accept that from now on, we simply won’t be equals in our entire relationship. What do you think, boy?”
– “I absolutely agree, Sir. I would never again want you to think of me as your equal partner. I want you to think of me as your toy, your boy, your property.”
– “I couldn’t possibly think of you differently, boy. And, of course, you know that doesn’t mean that I love you any less–quite the opposite! Now, you owe me one more big confession of a fantasy before I grant you that one orgasm that you worked so hard to earn–I’ve long lost count how many times I shot my load since you last came. Be careful what you confess, though. After all, we’ve made most of your confessions so far reality.”
– “Sir, I’d love for this confession to become a reality! You see, Sir, I feel guilty. With you having taken on such a dominant role in our relationship, I have been so spoiled. The sub in me is so utterly fulfilled, as is–I truly hope–your dominant side.”
– “It certainly is!”
– “Yet, I also know that you have a versatile side to you, Sir.”
I paused for a second. Master Oliver, intrigued, implored me to continue.
– “Sir, nothing would make me happier than you turning me into a chaste cuckold as well as your sex slave and houseboy. It would be unfair for me to be the only one who gets everything he craves in this relationship. I would love to see you find a man who can fulfil your versatile desires that I simply cannot fulfil. I would love to watch you bring home man after man until you find the one who fulfils you desires, or if just sleeping around is what you desire, I will happily watch you bring home another man as frequently as you could ever wish, and I’ll be happy for you. I will not feel any jealousy, as I accept that what makes you happy must be what makes me happy. I, of course, will remain chaste and fully loyal and committed to you, Sir.”