EXTRACT

 

BY THE BALLS

 

 

Viola sat in her chair and smiled, watching her husband make love to a watermelon.

She'd set the tempo App on her phone to random. Currently it was beating out a ponderously slow rhythm, rather like a funeral march. Matt was very carefully, and agonisingly slowly, sliding his erection into the cylindrical hole that he'd cut into the big green fruit under her supervision.

They'd begun, seven years earlier, with short bondage games, during which she'd tease and deny him, but culminating in huge orgasms for both of them. Back then, she was barely 20 yrs old and he was 21. They were both at college.

Neither of them had really thought of it as 'Female Domination' in those days. It was just 'sex'. The kind they both enjoyed, full of fun and laughs and experimentation. She'd even let him tie her up a few times, although Matt proved to be useless at taking the dominant role. He always ended up with his face voluntarily buried between her sticky thighs.

Unlike most of the fictional portrayals of Female-led Relationships that she'd read since, Viola didn't despise Matt, certainly didn't abuse him. She truly loved him and dominated him with affection. But the truth they'd both discovered during that first year together was that he was a masochist, bottom and a beta.

And yes, she'd turned out more than capable of being a Sadist, a Top and an Alpha.

Giving her husband what he wanted proved easy for her. He was a physical and emotional masochist as well as an intelligent, motivated and undeniably handsome guy. Now aged 28, he had a good job in finance, great career prospects and a super-fit body. Viola micromanaged literally every single aspect of his life.

For her that wasn't a chore. She'd always been a control freak anyway. Supervising everything from Matt's career decisions to his food intake, to his gym routine and his orgasms, not only came naturally, it gave her a huge buzz.

She smiled and sipped her coffee. Today was Saturday morning and the start of one of their 'intense' weekends. Their weekdays were inevitably more 'normal'. They both had lives to lead. But these 36 hours, from now until Sunday evening, were usually crammed full of fun.

And this one was going to be extra special.

She looked at her husband. He didn't have a clue. His face was composed. Or as unruffled as he could keep it whenever she let him utilize an erection. Matt was a classic tall, dark and handsome boy; nut-brown wavy hair, hazel eyes, high cheekbones and a winning smile. His lips were full and almost feminine when he pouted. But right now he was staring straight ahead, his jaw set, focused.

She could still see a shiny smear on the side of his chin. As usual, he'd risen at 6.30 a.m. even though it was Saturday. He'd left her to sleep while he showered and shaved, dressed in shorts and a Tee, did two hours of housework, then made her coffee, and woke her at exactly 9.00 a.m.

After which he spent a whole hour between her legs. Viola could never get too much oral. Cunnilingus had been her favourite form of sex since her teens. The first boy to go down on her had been clumsy and brief but he ignited a flame inside her that had never been extinguished. Meanwhile Matt was neither clumsy nor brief. She'd trained him daily until he achieved perfection. It wasn't simple cunnilingus. Oh no. It was oral worship to multiple orgasms.

Now, after he'd replenished her coffee, it was 'his turn'.

Things had changed a great deal over the seven years since those early college days. The process had been gradual, loving, fun-filled, and yet ... relentless. There was little tease and denial nowadays and there were certainly no huge mutual orgasms. On the contrary. Matt lived in permanent chastity. His shaft spent most of its life encased in a steel tube. That fact that chastity was what he wanted didn't make his consequent sexual frustration and blue balls any easier to bear.

Her watermelon idea was a recent one. She was always coming up with new games. Viola was active on Fetlife and female discussion forums. She had several real life friends as well as online contacts. Even in 2021 Lifestyle Dommes still needed to support and counsel each other.

The speed of the App picked up slightly. Matt's hips moved in sync. He kept his expression composed, not daring to look sideways at her. He was totally naked.

So was she, except for her cream silk kimono. She'd knotted it around her waist but the top had slipped open, giving him a peripheral view of her left boob. One of her many rules was that he wasn't allowed to touch or even look at her D-cup breasts without being instructed to.

"How is it?" she asked.

"G ... great, th ... thank you, Mistress."

He used her name Viola in company and when she decided they would have a 'vanilla evening'. Otherwise he called her Mistress.

The sticky juice of the watermelon was dripping off his scrotum and staining the floor tiles red.

"You won't cum, will you?"

"No M ... Mistress." His jaw was set in determination.

Viola nodded in approval. She'd spent years training Matt. From those early days of an hour or two's patience, to his current regime of a month's wait or two, sometimes even longer. He loved her resolve. Like many men hooked on the 'chastity drug', he needed her to make all the decisions. Left to himself, he wouldn't have got past a few days.

And like most wives, even naturally strict ones like her, she'd had to coach herself. It wasn't natural to want somebody you love to suffer unduly. Learning to push past a 'game' and onto a 'lifestyle' hadn't been easy. But she'd managed it.

"Pull out."

She watched him grimace but almost instantly obey her. He jerked his hips back and extracted his wet erection from its green lover. His six inches bobbed up and down in front of him.

"Turn."

He twisted sideways to face her. Matt's groin was completely hairless. He depilated twice a week. He had a good-sized cock. Not huge but at least averagely long and thick. She liked how shaving down there made it stand out and appear larger.

She smiled and leaned forward so that she could peer inside the hole in the watermelon. She'd made him slice the skin and flesh out until it was slightly too wide for his girth. That reduced the slushy friction on his cock even more.

The hole he'd cut was even wider now, pummelled by his thrusts. Red flesh, juice and seeds dripped out. She raised her eyes and stared at his shiny face.

She reached down and held him by the balls.

"I think it's time you took a break, yes?"