The title, Wedding Night Tease, gives a pretty good idea of what it might involve, I suspect! It's quite short, and so I decided to offer it for free, to give people a taste of what my longer stories would be like. Though it's short, it's still very kinky, and very fun!
You can find it on Smashwords and download it to your ebook reader or PC, or you can read it below the read more jump at the bottom of this very post!
Unfortunately I can't offer it on Amazon for free if it's published anywhere else, but don't worry Kindle users, I've got a few ideas kicking around that will turn up in a free story just for you soon!
Enjoy!
Wedding
Night Tease
by
Fiona Florence
Tied
down, wearing white silk stockings and a tight steel-boned ivory
satin corset, bright red lipstick carefully applied to his mouth,
Peter couldn't help but squeal against the hand pressed to his lips
as his wife's other hand traced a path up his inner thigh to rest
against his shaven testicles, squeezing gently. "I hope you're
going to be good this time," said Shona, letting her fingers
run up the length of his penis, teasing the quivering flesh with the
light touch of her fingertips, "because I don't want a mess all
over me like last time when you spurted over my face before I gave
you permission."
Peter
wriggled, lipsticked mouth held closed by his wife's hand, then
closed his eyes as Shona slowly closed her cool right hand around his
penis, starting to stroke up and down firmly, keeping a tight grip on
his flesh, her fingers curled around him.
"But
this is what you love most, isn't it?" Shona whispered, her
breath hot in Peter's ear, "The teasing before the actual
climax?"
~~~
Eight
hours ago, Peter and Shona had been standing in church, reciting
their wedding vows, declaring their love for each other. Of course,
Peter had been wearing a suit at that point, and Shona a pure white
wedding gown. After the ceremony and reception had finished and they
had made their way to the hotel room, Peter had stripped Shona of the
rustling satin dress and the bridal lingerie she wore underneath,
leaving her standing nude in front of him with a pile of white satin and lace
clothes around her feet, long red hair cascading in soft waves to her
shoulders in contrast to her pale skin. Once she was naked, her
entire personality seemed to change, and the giggling bride had
become a dominant ice queen, slapping Peter's face and her voice hard
and low in the luxurious hotel room.
“Well,
now that we're alone, I think it's time to properly consummate this
marriage, don't you agree?” Peter whimpered, having known this was
coming and been alternately excited and scared throughout the day.
Since their first night together, he had known that Shona was
dominant in the bedroom, and she had mixed pleasure and domination
every time they slept together. Sometimes he was required to take a
firm spanking over her knee before being allowed to touch her, or to
bring her to orgasm with his mouth repeatedly before she would
consent to touch him. Over and over, she had insisted on her
pleasure being more important, and he had agreed to it each time,
since he could not help but enjoy the control she had over him. When
he had proposed to her, just over a year previously, she had
explained that she was happy to marry him, but if they did she would
take complete control of him. Consumed with desire for her, Peter
had said he was happy with that, but never asked any questions about
what form this control would take.
Now,
on their wedding night, she ignored his whimpering, she ordered him
to remove his clothes then stand facing the wall, and he hurried to
comply. When his face was pressed to the wall, he felt her breath
on the back of his neck, a light kiss brushing against him, then he
yelped as a firm hand slapped his bottom. Though he was humiliated,
as always, by this treatment, his cock was hard and pressed between
his body and the wall. As soon as Shona started to boss him around,
he couldn't help but be wildly aroused. “Sometimes I think you
don't understand just how much effort I put in to look gorgeous for
you,” Shona said thoughtfully, “And now seems like the perfect
time to teach you a lesson in that regard.”
Peter
heard the rustle of fabric, then he felt cool satin against his body.
“I like that you're so slim,” she whispered in his ear, “It
means my lovely bridal lingerie will just about fit you.”
“Shona,
I don't think I...” He broke off as she reached between his legs
and squeezed his balls firmly, making him cry out in pain.
“Don't
be silly, I don't care what you think,” she said with a giggle,
“This is about what I want, and what you need.”
Glancing to his side, Peter saw that Shona was holding the
steel-boned ivory satin corset that she had worn beneath her wedding
dress. Noticing his glance, she smiled sweetly, then pulled the
corset around his waist, wrapping the satin foundation garment around
him, the corset fastening at the front, tight against his skin, but
not uncomfortably so. “Now, I think it's time to tighten this
delightful corset. I had a bridesmaid to do it for me, but you've
just got me, I'm afraid!”
With skilled
fingers, Shona started to tighten the laces of the corset, working
from top to bottom, using firm tugs on the long laces to gradually
transform Peter's body into the kind of hourglass shape that he liked
to see on women. Face pressed to the wall, Peter was breathing hard,
fighting for breath with the unfamiliar sensation of his waist being
constricted, the corset compressing his entire stomach and sides.
The corset had six dangling garter straps, each one ending in a cold
metal clasp that dangled against his thighs. It took long minutes
for Shona to tighten the corset to her liking, but when she finally
tied the laces in a large bow, Peter felt like he could barely
breathe, panting in shallow gaps.
“There
we go,” Shona said brightly, “You look much prettier like that!”
Running her hands over her husband's corseted waist, she gently
kissed his bare shoulders. “I've wanted to put you in lingerie for
so long, darling, but I felt it was the kind of thing to keep for a
special occasion.” Her hands slid down to his thighs, gently
caressing his well-muscled legs. “I absolutely adore the effect
all the cycling you do has on your legs. I am so jealous of how good
they look, but I think my stockings will make them look even more
beautiful.”
Peter did not dare
move as his new wife moved away, and he heard her searching through
the pile of her discarded clothes, then the soft rustle as she picked
up her worn silk stockings. “Lift your left foot, sweetheart,”
she said, and as he did so she slid the soft sheer stocking over his
foot and up to his ankle, smoothing the thin fabric against his skin,
then slowly sliding it all the way up his leg, her hands pressing
down and ensuring the silk was flat against his skin, the wide lace
top of the stocking stretched around his upper thigh. Ignoring the
quivering of Peter's erection as her fingers brushed his inner thigh,
Shona fastened the three clasps of the dangling garters to the
stocking, holding it in place, the sheer white fabric encasing his
leg.
“Now
your right foot,” she said, giving his bottom a playful slap, “I
think you'll like how stockings feel.” Lifting his right foot, he
wriggled the toes of his left and had to admit that it was a
strangely exciting sensation, the silk so soft and teasing against
him, the lace top and garter straps tight against his thigh. Shona
slid the other stocking up his right leg, fastening the garters, then
reached between his legs once more, caressing his balls. “Do you
feel pretty, Peter?”
“Yes
Mistress,” he moaned as she stroked him, knowing better than to
object, “Thank you Mistress.”
“Good,
that's what I hoped you would say. Now, why don't you go lie on the
bed, on your back. Spread-eagled, with your arms and legs nice and
wide apart.”
When he was lying on
the bed as ordered, corseted and in her stockings, she knelt on the
bed beside him, completely nude, red hair hanging half across her
face, her perfect breasts so close to him but he did not dare reach
up to touch them. “Some lipstick for your naughty little mouth.”
She showed him a tube of glossy red lipstick, removing the cap and
then leaning over him, her nipples brushing his bare chest and making
him moan softly as she applied the lipstick to his mouth. The
lipstick tasted faintly of fruit and plastic, and when Shona put the
lipstick down, she was smiling at him. “You have very feminine
lips, Peter. I never really noticed that before, but with a little
make up, you could be a very lovely girl.”
Tossing
the lipstick to one side, she reached into one of the drawers beside
the bed and Peter heard the familiar rattle of metal against metal,
glancing down and seeing that she had retrieved four white leather
cuffs with metal fastenings and long straps attached. He recognised
them, since he had bought them several years ago, and had spent long
hours restrained by the unyielding leather. “When I booked the
hotel, I visited the bridal suite first to make sure the bed was one
I could tie you to,” Shona said, shifting position so she could
reach Peter's ankles, “Since I could hardly ask the hotel staff
about that, now could I?”
With
practised ease, she buckled the wide cuffs around each ankle, then
looped the straps around the posts at the bottom corners of the bed,
so that Peter's stockinged legs were held were held wide apart.
Climbing up, kneeling with her legs either side of his corseted
waist, she leaned over him to secure his wrists to the top corners of
the bed. As she did so, her breasts hung over his face and he
whimpered, wanting to be able to reach up and embrace his wife, to
make love to her normally and without the restraints and punishment
for once, but he knew that would never happen, and that deep down he
did not want anything so vanilla.
Once
he was restrained, Shona wriggled on the bed until her nude body was
pressed against his, maddeningly close and warm against him, then
laid one hand over his mouth, the other slowly curling around his
throbbing cock. “I could spend a whole night with you like this,
desperate and restrained.” He knew she was telling the truth, long
slow teasing was what she enjoyed most, and sometimes he spent hours
on the edge of orgasm, her cruelly teasing hands torturing him with
pleasure.
~~~
Moaning,
pressing his tongue against Shona's hand with desperate need, Peter
felt the hand around his penis tighten, then start to move faster,
and he began to buck his hips up and down, the corset around his
waist not helping as he fought for breath, all of his thoughts
centred around the movements of the firm hand clutched around him,
every movement bringing him closer to orgasm. "This is what
you really want, isn't it?" she whispered in his ear, the
movements of her hand slowing to a drawn out teasing torment as he
felt a dull heat spreading through him, knowing just how close he was
to a climax, "you love it when I do this to you, control you
like this..." Shona laughed, digging her fingernails the tender
taut flesh of his throbbing erection, "A few little movements,
and you'll make a terrible mess everywhere, then it'll all be over...
But right now, it could last forever."
Taking
her hand off Peter's mouth, Shona wriggled down the bed, flicking her
head to move her hair out of her face then ducked her head down,
taking Peter's penis into the hot wetness of her mouth. As Peter
groaned with pleasure, Shona carefully sank down, until her lips were
near the base of Peter's shaft, face buried in her husband's crotch.
She stayed there, not moving her mouth, but keeping her tongue
sliding around Peter's sensitive penis just enough to keep it hard
and to keep him on edge, ready to climax with just that little bit
more stimulation, which it was fast becoming clear he wasn't going to
get, not soon.
Two
hours later, Peter was gasping for breath, still corseted, sweat
standing out on his forehead as Shona's fingers traced little
patterns over his testicles, fluttering across the base of his
still-erect penis, and he whimpered as her fingernails brushed his
tingling inner thighs. There had been the gently scratching lace of
her panties wrapped around his erection, the soft silk of her slip
being gently dragged back and forth across the sensitive head of his
penis , the torture of her sharp fingernails leaving little crescent
shaped marks, and the endless teasing, keeping him erect and
desperate the entire time. "I suppose we could make a deal,"
said Shona thoughtfully, dragging one fingertip lightly up the length
of one of the veins standing out on his frantically quivering
erection., "I'll give you the best orgasm of your life, if you
beg me to control your orgasms from now on. And, truth be told, I
think you like being controlled that way..." She leaned down,
giving the very tip of him a quick cat-like lick of her tongue and
grinned at the hard groan this elicited. "Was that a yes?"
What
choice did he have? Teased for hours, right on the verge of orgasm
for so long, and as Shona said, he did like it. There was no answer
other than the words, "Yes Mistress," which he
half-groaned, “Please control my orgasms from now on.”
"I
think it's right to wear this, given the control I'm going to have
over you," she said, having kept him hard with brief touches
while dressing, slipping back into her wedding dress, but with no
underwear, the satin sliding on over her bare skin. Shona soon knelt
back on the bed, white satin pooled around her, veil hanging over her
face, a smile visible through the sheer tulle. In the white satin
dress, the brocade of the bodice sparkling and long white satin
gloves up to her shoulders she looked like a beautiful dream,
kneeling between his forcibly parted legs, teasing his now-crimson
flesh to a massive, almost painful, hardness with her satin-gloved
hands. "I can't even imagine how good this is going to feel,
you must be ready to burst."
As
she started to slide her hands up and down, one gloved hand cupping
his scrotum, the other stroking his quivering iron-hard shaft, Peter
felt like he was going to erupt, a hot and terrible pressure of
pleasure building up. "Please," he gasped, biting his lower
lip and tasting the sharp artificial plastic taste of the lipstick,
"Please, slow down, Mistress.. I.. I can't stop myself.. Please
make it last."
With
a laugh, Shona wrapped both satin-gloved hands around his shaft,
firmly pumping his flesh up and down and it took only moments until,
with a harsh cry of pleasure, Peter came, bucking in his restraints,
hips raised up off the bed as his cock throbbed, his semen spurting
out and spilling over Shona's gloves, so much more than usual, as if
he was emptying himself completely after her incessant teasing.
Smiling at his helpless groans, Shona gripped him firmly, milking the
last of his orgasm out, her gloves ruined and covered in sticky cum,
dress rustling as she leaned over him. "Such a good little
slut," she whispered through the veil, "But such a mess. I
think we'll have to make sure you're not messy like that again..."
Peeling
off the sticky gloves, Shona used them to clean the mess of Peter's
cum from his twitching body, throwing the gloves aside, then lifting
her veil, a wicked grin on her face. "You should be careful
what you wish for, sweetheart," she said in a low voice, lifting
a terrible, horribly recognisable object from a bedside drawer,
"Because
as you asked, I'm going to control your orgasms. This is a chastity
device. Once it goes on, I will own your poor cock." The
chastity device was a clear, hard acrylic cage device that would fit
around his cock, with a large ring to fit around his testicles his
testicles and the base of his balls. Peter had seen pictures of them
on the internet, and always secretly been glad that, until now, Shona
had never seemed to be interested in using them on him.
As
she started to fit it to his softening penis, Peter whimpered, a soft
wordless animal noise, that ended with "Please...?"
Shaking her head in wordless response, Shona pushed his near-flaccid
cock through the ring, manipulating his emptied balls through as well
so that the ring was pressed against his body, genitals dangling
through it, then slid the clear cage over his cock, clicking parts of
the device together with a little snapping sound, then all too
quickly it was in place, around his so recently pleasured flesh, the
cage over his cock secured to the ring that was tightly lodged around
the base of his cock and behind his balls. He looked down his body,
and saw a gleaming brass padlock snap shut, whimpering and knowing
that he would probably never be allowed to touch the key to the
padlock himself
"You
like being teased, my darling," his wife and Mistress said, "And
it's going to be a long time before you get anything other than
teasing.... If you're good, I'll let you out in a year.. But from
then, you're going to do absolutely everything I want, in and out of
the bedroom.”
With
a whimper, Peter realised he was trapped, utterly, the unforgiving
plastic and cold metal padlock keeping him locked away until his
Mistress relented, completely under her control.
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