For some time after the threesome, I was bursting with conflicting emotions. Jealousy came in waves, suddenly throwing me from "I legally fucked my girlfriend's hot friend in every way" to "Oksana cheated on me right in front of me." I did not want to quarrel and I withdrew into myself. Previously, Oksana would have found out what was the matter (by all means accompanying the interrogation with torture), but now I saw that she was also worried and was afraid to worsen the situation. This really upset me: I thought that if she felt guilty, then my jealousy was pointing in the right direction. Does she cheat on me regularly? Does she have a relationship with Dasha? Maybe she prefers women in general?
This went on for several painful days, until Oksana decided to speak about it first:
"I... owe you an apology," she said, fidgeting nervously with an unbuttoned shirt button.
- For what? I asked sadly.
- Then ... With Dasha ... It seems to me that I have somewhat crossed the line.
- I think so too.
I love you and I shouldn't have done this. It is clear that you were ready for a spanking, but here ... a new person, a hard whip, this new way of hers ... well, you know what I mean! I had to show care, stand next to you, stroke your head, hold your hand so that you do not worry. But I... at first didn't want to interfere with Dasha, and then... I was so aroused by your cries that I... you probably noticed... oh, and I even finished while she was torturing you! Here. I am very guilty before you. Please forgive me!
Oksana's eyes shone, a little more and she would have cried. I shook my head and asked in confusion:
- Wait, what? I thought you were talking about you having sex with her.
We looked at each other in surprise. Oksana came to herself first.
- And here we have sex with her again ?! she asked angrily. “We seem to have figured everything out about this back then! I don't understand why you didn't like it. They put you in a corner, gave you a break from the young ladies who fucked you up, arranged lesbian porn for you. Unless they brought beer. But, in any case, we have already discussed this and closed the topic. I even let you cum in my mouth so that you don't feel left out compared to Dasha.
I paused, gathering my thoughts, and asked:
- That is, you wanted to apologize for watching and enjoying while Dasha was spanking me?
- Well, yes.
I took a step forward and pressed Oksana to me.
"So you're not angry with me?" she asked softly. I looked into her face.
“It's not just that I'm not angry. It was one of the best moments of that evening.
Oksana blinked in confusion.
— I like spanking. I like it when you want me. I like to please you. How do you think I felt when I realized that I could bring you to orgasm, even being tied face down a few meters away from you?
Oksana smiled. A huge relief was written on her face.
“Actually, not just me. We are with Dasha. I added, darkening again.
- Enough already! Oksana asked with a laugh, tugging at my sleeve. “I just had a little fun with a friend. You can't seriously compare yourself to Dasha, well!
I was silent and Oksana sighed.
- I see that I overestimated the miraculous power of a blowjob. Well, what do you want then? How can I calm you down?
I thought and answered honestly. Oksana looked at me thoughtfully. I began to develop my thought, hoping that she was interested ...
“Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed,” she suddenly interrupted me in a very cold tone. - Face down. I'll be right back.
Without waiting for my answer, Oksana turned and left the bedroom. I opened my mouth, but changed my mind and began to pull off my T-shirt.
...
“Your request was bold and inappropriate. You made me angry.
— Oksan, but you asked yourself! My voice sounded muffled, due to the fact that her fingers pressed my face to the bed, preventing me from raising my head.
The answer to me was a blow of the rod, clearly inflicted on a grand scale. I jerked so that the bed shook, but the first blow was followed by the second. Then the third, fourth, fifth ... Sixth. There was a pause.
- So it is! Oksana said in the same frosty tone. “I order you to be silent. For every word you will receive a blow with a rod. You understood me? I ask: do you understand me?!
“Yes, I understand,” I answered meekly, deciding that the condition had not yet entered into force. Three blows with the rod showed me my mistake. I resolutely prepared to remain silent, but Oksana surprised me again.
“I didn’t hear something, what did you call me?” she asked. Behind me I heard a slight whistle: Oksana was waving a rod in the air.
"No," I replied incredulously. The strange question confused me, and the blow again came as a surprise to me.
“Exactly,” Oksana stated calmly. - I'll ask again. You. Me. Understood?
“Yes, my lady,” I answered on a whim.
- Good! Oksana said with satisfaction. But the rod fell three times on my ass with no less force.
“Now back to the question of your behavior…
...
The first thing I felt when I woke up was that my naked penis was resting against Oksana's soft ass covered in silk shorts. Oksana used to prefer to sleep in clothes, but when I do. But now Oksana has set a new rule: I must only sleep naked. And in general, she began to regularly order me to go home without clothes. It was rather pleasant, but the longer I was without an orgasm, the more inconvenience it caused me. And without an orgasm, I was already a long time.
I reached out to hug her, and immediately remembered the second inconvenience: my hands were handcuffed to the bed. Oksana threatened to do this even during that two-week deprivation of my orgasm: it seemed to her that she saw me, without waking up, trying to relieve sexual tension with my hand. This time she did not threaten, but immediately did it. After several sleepless nights, I finally found a comfortable position that allowed me to at least fall asleep without paying too much attention to them.
The sound of handcuffs woke Oksana. She turned to face me and hugged me herself. Now my cock rested on her thigh.
How did you sleep, love? she asked softly, yawning.
“Okay,” I smiled, “but the handcuffs get in the way a little.
- Nothing, be patient! Oksana laughed, “And stop rubbing your cock against me, I didn’t allow you to do that.”
I froze. Oksana reached out under the covers and began to massage my tense balls. I relaxed a little.
— Listen… — thoughtfully held out Oksana, — And I know how to solve your problem. Do you want to sleep without handcuffs?
I was silent, sensing a trick.
"Shall we put a chastity belt on you?" Oksana suggested. “Then you can do it without handcuffs, and you won’t poke me with them without permission.”
For a moment I was terrified, but then I saw that Oksana was laughing again.
- Do not want? Otherwise they would put on you such a cage, you know, with spikes. Dasha has one, I can ask her today where she bought it.
Oksana lay down on top of me with one deft movement, her face was directly opposite mine.
“You would have suffered in it, wouldn’t you? she whispered contentedly, imperceptibly for herself, starting to rub her tummy against my cock. - Want?
“I don’t want to…” I muttered in embarrassment and immediately got angry at myself for being cowardly. But if you want, I'm ready! I added more decisively.
- No, I don't want to yet either, - Oksana answered, having stopped laughing, - But I like your mood. It's interesting to check it out. Maybe we'll try again later.
Oksana straightened up, throwing back the blanket and admired me.
“However, you’re complaining again…” she said absently, touching my nipple with a sharp fingernail, “So from tomorrow you will also sleep with an anal plug.” The one that is bigger. She will distract you from the handcuffs.
I caught my breath. Oksana gently kissed me on the lips and began to get out of bed.
...
- I have already been warned by more experienced friends that in a relationship with a man it is necessary to maintain the right balance of pleasure and discomfort. Now I understand that you got too much pleasure and too little discomfort. But it's okay, I'll fix it! - said Oksana, dripping hot wax directly onto my ass, slashed with a belt.
"Dasha again!" I thought tiredly, uttering a dull moan through Oksana's panties in my mouth. I had never had an orgasm for so long before, the pain threshold from constant arousal increased, and I moaned more in order to please Oksana. Well, in order not to provoke her to more active actions.
- Be patient, my good! Oksana suddenly said, stroking my left buttock. The candle will soon burn out and I will let you rest.
“How does she manage to combine it so easily?!” I thought lovingly before the next batch of wax burned me.
...
- Wider legs. Even wider. Yet!
I was lying face up on the table, from which Oksana, without thinking twice, threw everything superfluous on the floor, and she fucked me with a new, unusually large strap-on.
- The more male ego, the more strap-on should be! she answered the silent question in my eyes. I didn't really dare to ask questions any other way.
Now this strap-on rhythmically entered my body and jumped back out. Elegant Oksana, in fishnet gloves and a corset, gently massaged my penis, barely squeezing her hand. Not hard enough to make me come, but hard enough to drive me crazy with desire. My own hands, tied with a rope under the table, were squeezed much tighter.
Oksana suddenly stopped and, without leaving me, spoke.
- Why did you suggest this? When I remember, I get so angry! I thought you would ask, well, there, to cum on my tits or pose 69. Why not. But dominate me?
I said "dominate". Not exactly the same, but just try. I unexpectedly answered.
"Where are you going to dominate me?" Oksana ignored my clarification. “You don't even know how it's done. And you have no inclination to it. Why did you even need it?
- Because ... Because when you were fucking with Dasha, it seemed to me that you were being taken away from me. I wanted to make sure again that you are mine.
Oksana did not expect such an answer and was silent for several moments in confusion. Then she leaned towards me. The strap-on, which entered at the same time to its full length, made all my muscles tense.
- I'm yours! she said poignantly. But I am your mistress.
It was the first time she called herself that. My body was trembling slightly. The table suddenly looked like an altar to some matriarchal deity.
Oksana returned to her previous position and began to move again.
"Isn't it better to follow your nature and be obedient?"
I felt that I needed to remain silent, but I could no longer. The mixture of anxiety and admiration that I experienced when Oksana declared herself my mistress had an intoxicating effect on me. I wanted to confess everything to her.
“There’s another reason… My friends came to see me… Not so long ago… You weren’t home… Without warning… Accidentally saw a stack and handcuffs…” The strap-on thrusts made my sentences forcedly short - They asked who we have ... Who dominates ... I said that when, how ... But I was embarrassed ...
Having said this, I closed my eyes, waiting for the consequences. The movement in my ass stopped again.
Are you embarrassed that I dominate you? Oksana asked with a surprised laugh.
“Of course,” I replied nervously.
- Weird. You weren't shy about licking Dasha's feet! Then I stared straight at how deftly you worked with your tongue ...
“That's different,” I explained. “Dasha already sees only slaves in men. She did not treat me worse when she found out that I have a ... hostess, - for some reason I did not dare to pronounce the sacred word "mistress". Oksana chuckled in agreement. - But my friends, and just strangers, may think that I'm not a real man ... - I was completely embarrassed and fell silent.
- And in my opinion it is very courageous, - Oksana said gently, coming out of me and standing on the side. - When a man is not afraid to hand over control to his beloved woman. Don't be afraid to give in to her. Not afraid to endure pain for her pleasure. Just like you. Friends, however, do not need to know about this. Tell them what you want.
We looked into each other's eyes.
"You're not angry with me anymore?" I asked.
- I'm not angry.
Will you let me finish today?
- Not. And I won't let you for a long time. Learn to enjoy it.
I groaned, but without much frustration.
“However, without handcuffs, I will let you sleep, so be it. Oksana said.
- Truth? I asked happily, rising on my shoulder blades.
- Truth. Oksana confirmed. “I’ll just tie your hands with duct tape.”