Marriage Counseling

This game wasn’t about reality, it was about how reality could be shaped.

Created by author with Midjourney

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His balls were a deep purple mass of squished flesh, clamped tight between the metal bands fastened to the base of the cage currently containing his cock. The mauve member strained uselessly against its steel confines, weeping a clear fluid from the tip.

“I’m not going to touch your little cock,” Eve growled. “You’re not going to touch it. But you will cum nonetheless.”

The man whimpered, fists clenching in their cuffs.

“Do you believe me"?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied immediately, eyes downcast.

“Good,” she answered, tickling his chest with the flogger. A mewling sound came from the chair a few feet opposite him.

“You are to remain silent,” she said sharply. The other woman nodded, pretty green eyes wide. Her glistening pussy was connected to the floor by a thread of arousal. A tremor ran through her legs and they jiggled in their confines. Her knees were fastened to the arms of the chair, her ankles to the chairs legs. Her bum hung just on the edge of her seat, providing unobstructed access to her splayed pussy, which cried viscous tears, yearning to be touched. Her wrists and elbows were fastened to the arms of the chair as well, and her throat was bound to the back, forcing her breasts to jut out. Her pretty lips gaped and slobbered beautifully around the ball gag.

Eve felt her own arousal bloom, her own opening. She ignored it. This was business.

“You,” she said, “will take a different medicine. You will be touched and you will cum. At the right time.”

The bound woman nodded.

“Good girl.”

Eve returned her attention to the man.

“You first, sweet Dom,” she purred, smiling slightly at the irony of this sissy’s given name. “I know you’ve heard that my methods are unconventional. But they work. You’ve seen the evidence yourself. But in order for them to work you have to trust me. Do you trust me?”

He nodded.

“Answer.”

“Yes, Mistress Eve.”

“Good boy. And you trust that I get what I want?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. Now, what I want is that little cock of yours harder than it’s ever been.”

He looked down at his caged member doubtfully.

“Don’t look there, look at me. You will not avert your eyes unless I say so. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Eve flicked the flogger against his nipples, then trailed it down his chest to his groin, letting the leather tips tickle the gaps of exposed flesh in his cage.

“Mmm,” she purred. “It’s already growing for me. That’s it.”

In fact, his cock was unchanged, but this game wasn’t about reality, it was about how reality could be shaped. His hips rose and he moaned.

“My, but it’s not a little cock at all, is it? I would love a taste.” She knelt between his legs, mouth hovering over the coiled steel. She licked the musky air surrounding his captured manhood. “Delicious.”

He groaned and more fluid leaked out of the tip of his member.

“Look at your wife’s pussy, how it glistens for you. How open she is.”

He looked and made a choking sound like a sob.

“She wants your cock. Look at her eyes beg for it.”

“Fuck. Jen,” he panted.