Beth's System Pt2
BETH'S SYSTEM Pt2 By Throne Beth's whims dictated when Tim was allowed to put even part of his penis into her. She raised his hopes and then dashed them. He grew more and more frustrated from the abbreviated contact he was allowed and all the oral sex he had to provide. His wife kept up her teasing and denying for two months, allowing him only occasional climaxes, always accompanied by him consuming his cum. He still had another month of her unnatural control to endure. One Saturday afternoon, in a singsong voice, she called, "Timmmmy. Come to the bedroom, big boy. Time for your feeding. I've got my nice warm pussy for you." He got there and found her sitting on the foot of the bed. "I must have been dreaming about Shanna's husband Walt and his huge cock in the middle of the night. I'm kind of sticky down there. But I know you won't mind. Will you, Timmy-kins?" "I -- " He gazed longingly at her. All she had on was a tight sleeveless top that left her midriff uncovered. "No, Beth." He was governed by his raging need. 'I don't mind." "That's what I like to hear. I'll just lie back and you can kneel on the rug. That's kind of appropriate, you down there while I relax on the bed. After all, you owe me because you're no good under the covers. You're the reason I have to suffer from never having a real cock inside me." He dropped to his knees and kissed her just below the naval. His paltry dick got hard as soon as his lips touched her skin. He kissed his way downward to her legs. Tim wanted her so badly. He lavished her inner thighs with attention. His balls had been aching for over a week. The natural scent of her womanhood drove him crazy now, where in the beginning it had repulsed him. If he could just have intercourse once in a while, he would feel so much better. He remembered how it used to be when they were first married. Thoughts of real sex tormented him. Even the memory of having only his dickhead inside her sent a shudder through him. Tim was at his extreme limit as he worked his mouth back up and onto her snatch. The taste of her got him wildly aroused. His hands went to her hips and stayed there. He fell into what was for him the natural rhythm of putting her onto the path to another orgasm. Beth didn't have to slow him down or speed him up, he had become so attuned to her desires. He had to stay down there longer now. She liked that. She also liked that, the more time he was there, the wetter she got, so Tim had to swallow her sexual juices. She relaxed and let him serve her until she was on the verge. Then she threw her legs up and crossed her ankles behind his head. A squeeze from her thighs accelerated his efforts, which soon launched her into a powerful finale. She kept him envised until the waves of pleasure subsided, then returned her feet to the floor, although she still felt like she was walking on air. "Stay there," she told him. "But sit up nice and straight so you can see me. We have to talk, Timmy. As much as I've tried to help you, you still haven't learned how to behave. I'm always bothered by those puppy eyes you make at me, trying to push me into letting you come all the way inside and then shoot off right away. I don't ever want to have to endure that disappointment again. And I've noticed how you're trying to sneak a bit more than the head of your tiny tool into me. I will not allow that. So I'll give you a choice. Either I'm going to have to cut you off completely -- banning your little wee wee from being near my precious pussy -- or you can agree to cut back to only touching me there with the tip. Just the very end, you understand. Which will it be, Tim-Tim?" "But, that's so unfair," he whined. "What's unfair, Timmy, is that I only get half a husband, while most women, like my friend Shanna, get the whole package. I mean, it's pleasant to have you bring home a paycheck every week, and that you've learned to simply turn it over to me, but I get cheated in the bedroom. So this isn't my fault, it's yours. Decide. Do you become celibate, or do play by the new rule and never try to do more than put the tippy tip of your undernourished dick against me? What's it going to be, Tiny Timmy?" "I can't..." He sniffled loudly. "Can't you just let me try..." She had him too upset to think straight. He was close to tears. Beth raised her foot and used it to stimulate his member. Tim yelped in surprise, gasped, and said with a sob, "All right. I couldn't stand not be able to touch you there at all." "Smart boy," she said amused. "Now let's give the new system a trial run. Get up, put your hands on the bed, and aim your pathetic dick toward the bullseye, but don't go any further until I give you the word." "Y... yes, dear." His voice was unsteady as he got into position. "Is this all right?" "It's perfect. You're good and close for me to do this." She brought her hands to his chest and took his nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. "Lots of this." She rolled the nubs of flesh and elicited a loud groan from him. "Isn't this fun, Timmy? Do you want to put the end of your dicky where it can feel how warm and wet I am? Do you? What's that you said? Your voice is kind of strangled." She chuckled at him. "All right, move very slowly. I won't have you getting more than you're entitled to now. Make sure that only the tippiest tip touches my sweet spot." As the tip made contact he drew in a sharp breath. Beth paused her teasing. She let him stay there, his body rigid. As he untensed she resumed teasing, making his joints lock up again. She played that game a few times, then wet her fingers and tried rubbing his nipples that way. He whimpered from neediness. She smiled up at him. "I suppose you're making an effort, Timmy, so I'll let you stay there and amuse yourself by tippy-touching me. I'll just close my eyes and think pleasant thoughts. Oh my, I'm thinking about Shanna's husband. You know, Shanna was kidding around about my situation. She said that since he screws like a stallion, and she hates to waste their bedroom time having him go down on her, even though he'd be happy to do it, and because you're not good for anything BUT going down on a woman, what she suggested was that we should do a swap. I would get hammered by Walt and she'd get licked by you until she was cross-eyed. Isn't that a fun idea?" "B... but, Beth, we're married. I mean, I know I can't satisfy you in bed, and that you need what I can't give you, and..." He trailed off. "And," she went on for him, "therefore I'm perfectly justified looking somewhere else for a real man, instead of the creampuff I'm stuck with. Agreed?" He hung his head. "Yes, dear." Beth made mentioning the possible swap a regular part of their time in the bedroom for the next several months. It made Tim even more desperate not to upset her. She got him to the point where it was easy for her to make him cum with even the limited contact he was still allowed. But then she amped up the teasing for a few days and got him to spurt with just the tip of his little dick against her -- without permission. He was humiliated and she acted furious. Her spontaneous decision, which she had come to weeks before, was that he was to be denied all contact between his dick and her pussy. "But I'm not a complete bitch," she lied. "I'll..." She pretended to think about it. "I know. I'll be forgiving and use my hand on you. But that's all. What do you say?" "Th... that's awful. I can't... I mean, you have to at least..." "Timmy boy," she said acidly. "I wasn't asking you to complain. I was giving you an opportunity to thank me for being merciful. If you'd rather, I could cut you off completely and just have you use your mouth on me without me making any allowances for your selfish needs. I think I'm being extremely fair about this." He sniffled. "I... I'm sorry. Thank you for... for not... for being so fair to me." "That's better. But I think you should be more specific. Why don't you thank me ahead of time for all the annoying jerking off I'm going to have to give you because you're such a failure in bed." Unable to stop sobbing, he responded with, "Thanks you, Beth, for agreeing to use your hand -- " He sensed that she didn't approve of his choice of words. " -- for agreeing to jerk me off -- " She still wasn't softening. " -- for saying you'll jerk off my little dick that has never given you any pleasure -- " She granted him a slight nod. " -- my little bitty dick that has never made you happy, and for not cutting me off entirely. Thank you, darling." She had just taken another step toward controlling and ruining his sex life and made him thank her for it. Beth made a mental note to have Tim buy her an expensive bottle of wine so she could celebrate her latest victory. But she wasn't done with him. Two months after that she pushed him into losing control again and declared that she would still begin his 'jerk off sessions' but that he was going to have to finish them himself. The vision of having to wank in front of his wife paralyzed Tim but he was so cowed by then that he didn't protest at all, instead agreeing with her at once and then, to her grinning satisfaction, thanking her and demeaning himself at the same time by referring to his undersized dick and lack of ability in bed. Beth had soooo much fun making him jerk himself off, having him stop and start, teasing his nipples, sitting on his face while he fingered his dick. She dragged out that phase of his suffering for six full months. At one point she accidentally-on-purpose let it slip that she had told her girlfriend Shanna about each stage of their sex life. When he forgot himself and tried to object, Beth snapped at him, "Shut up, jerk off. You are in no position to criticize ANYthing that I do. Even if I decide that I SHOULD make that swap with Shanna so I can get stuffed by Walt's monster cock. And for being such a pain, you just lost most of your 'finishing' rights. You'll be wanking more but cumming even less. How do you like THAT, you miserable stroker?" He began to weep and then to apologize but was too broken to beg for any return of his lost rights. So he got to wank himself to completion only once every other week or longer -- when she allowed even that. On those occasions Beth would insult him endlessly, so that he got relief but no pleasure. He, of course, still had his mouth on her pussy whenever she demanded. She began to have him kiss her between the legs a few times even on the nights when she didn't want any orgasms. Beth liked that he would have to sleep with her taste in his mouth every single night. Then she cut him back to no more than once every three or four weeks. She made a point not to give a reason. Tim knew better than to ask for one. Those times without finishing were soon doubled. At that point she introduced a new twist. He could still jerk off a lot without orgams but had to do it while sniffing her panties, kissing her feet, sucking her toes or -- her favorite -- using his mouth on her ass. Tim was a mess. She got him to crave even the mistreatment that it cost him to earn his infrequent, unenjoyable orgasms. That was when she casually mentioned that she had made plans for a night at Walt and Shanna's home. She would go to bed with Walt, and Tim would do whatever Shanna wanted in the guest bedroom. Even after everything she had already put him through Tim still wasn't prepared for that. She let him blubber and wail and make an even bigger fool of himself than usual. Then she had him go to the kitchen and bring her a large wooden spoon. Tim had to bare his bottom, put himself over her lap like a misbehaving schoolboy, and receive a prolonged whacking with the wooden instrument. That had him crying even more, but now it was from the pain of having his buttocks thoroughly reddened. "Now you have something to really shed tears about, crybaby," she told him heartlessly. "And we're still going to see my friends this weekend. If you don't perform for Shanna as well as you do for me, you'll get something a lot worse than the spoon." That Friday night Tim was a nervous wreck. They went to their neighbors' house. Walt was tall and well built, with good looks and total confidence. Shanna, who Tim had secretely lusted after since he first met her, was as shapely as Beth but had auburn hair. Drinks were served. Champagne in tall flutes for the others and a warm can of ginger ale for Tim. Then it was time to move to the bedrooms. Walt gave Beth a deep, unhurried kiss. Tim had to kneel before Shanna, lift the front of her tiny skirt, and press his lips to the crotch of her brief panties. Then he had to follow her, still on his knees, to the guest bedroom. Unfortunatly for him, it was directly next to the main bedroom, and nobody closed their doors, so he could hear his wife and the remarkably virile Walt the entire time they made love. While they were enjoying endless foreplay, followed by vigorous screwing, with Beth constantly praising Walt and trashing her husband, Tim had to use his mouth all over Shanna's desirable body, concluding with an endless session of alternatly eating her pussy and using his tongue inside her ass. She kept him going back and forth like that so that he couldn't rush her into orgasms and make the session any shorter. Everyone had all the sex they could want and got to cum more than once. Except Tim, who didn't finish at all. His balls ached terribly. After that the swaps became a regular event. Sometimes Shanna would visit Beth by herself and 'borrow' Tim for an hour or so, right there in his own home. Beth would even make excuses to check on them so she could witness her cuckolded husband serving the other woman. It was horribly shameful for Tim but he was beyond fighting back. After a few months of all that, Beth even made Tim jerk off for Shanna's amusement. The two women sat on the edge of the bed, denigrating his small dick and balls, cautioning him not to finish without permission. They made him plead and demean himself by describing how much he 'liked' to wank and how he never expected to have sex with his wife -- or any woman -- again. When he finally came, Shanna ordered him to wipe his cum off his belly and then suck it off his fingers. Beth never missed an opportunity to remind Tim how great sex was with Walt. But she said that she and the other couple had decided to stop swapping. Tim was so happy that he wept. Until she told him WHY they had made that decision. Walt and Shanna had introduced her to one of Walt's co-workers and Beth was going to start dating the man. Tim's tears of joy were transformed to tears of distress. Beth heightened his psychological torment by telling him that the man she would be dating, Craig, was known as a complete ladypleaser in the bedroom. "One other thing," she told Tim. "I really want this to work, so I'm going to let him do whatever he wants to me on our first date. You'll be here at home. I've decided that since you're no longer any kind of a man, you can start doing all the housework. You can mop the floors and scrub the toilets while I'm partying and getting slammed. And then, when I get home, you're going to get a special treat. Everytime Craig screws me I'm going to bring you home my pussy full of his cream and you're going to go down on me and eat every drop of. Timmy, you are going to be my pussy boy, instead of being my husband. Understood?" He sank to his knees as if he had been struck. Then he humbly crawled to her and kissed the floor in front of her feet. Tim said, "Yes, dearest. I deserve it. You need a man who can satisfy you, and not just for an occasional swap. You need to do this to be happy. I'll stay here and clean while you have fun and -- great sex." He sniffled. "That's just the way it has to be." "And?" "And when you come home I'll help you to undress, if you want me to, and when you get into bed I'll eat your pussy and swallow all the thick salty cream I can get out of it with my tongue. You are going to cheat constantly on me but it won't really be cheating because I can't satisfy you." "I'm glad I won't have to explain all of that to you, over and over." She sneered at him. "Is there anything ELSE you want to say, pussy boy?" "Yes, dearest. I want to say thank you for not throwing me out or divorcing me or anything like that. I still want to be a part of your life and to be..." He choked a bit. "... to be close to you." "Oh, you'll be close all right, pussy face. Just not in the ways you would like." She laughed openly at him. "Now let's go into the bedroom and you can give me a nice long foot rub with the new lotion I had you take the bus across town to buy me from that specialty shop. While you're doing that I'm going to chat on the phone to Shanna about sex and what an incredible time I expect to have with my new lover, Craig." "Yes, dearest," he said meekly. "I'll go and get the lotion." "Yeah. But don't expect me to let you use any of it on your pathetic immature dick when you stroke yourself. Maybe I'll permit you to use some bacon grease that's been lying in the frying pan overnight for that. Would you appreciate that, you jerk off wimp?" "Yes, my love," he told her honestly. As harshly as she treated him, Tim could think only of pleasing Beth. He lived for the honor of touching her body, even if it was sometimes only to lick her feet clean when they got sweaty and dirty. "And you told me to remind you that I'm due for another spanking, this time with the new leather paddle you had me buy for you at the sex shop." "That's right. Did you tell the girl who works there what it's for?" He lowered his eyes. "Yes, dearest. She giggled at me." "She should. And I'm sure Shanna and I will be giggling at how wretched it makes you feel everytime I get slammed by Craig. This is going to thrill me no end, pussy mouth." "I'm glad, dear." He gazed up at her, his eyes full of desire that would never be fulfilled. "Should I get the paddle now?" "Yes, pussy breath. Go get me that spanking-new leather paddle." She chuckled at her joke. "Don't walk -- crawl. On your belly. Ohhh, I can't wait to see what kind of damage that leather does to your weakling ass. We should get another one, with metal studs." He scurried off to obey, unable to stop picturing her under Craig as the superior man expertly filled her pussy and brought her one climax after another. 5904 1.38/512345
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