70 Inches Long (BDSM comedy erotica)
What do you do when your husband wishes himself a 70 inch long dick? For Jill, it's a frustrating but comedic matter when she and Carl go out to a musical, and he starts to pop wood! Perhaps he needs a bit of loving discipline on his lengthy, sensitive member... 4513 words, with BDSM themes, and pain play on a REALLY long, helpless dick. Adults only! All relevant characters are over 18. More
What do you do when your husband wishes himself a 70 inch long dick? For Jill, it's a frustrating but comedic matter when she and Carl go out to a musical, and he starts to pop wood! Perhaps he needs a bit of loving discipline on his lengthy, sensitive member... 4513 words, with BDSM themes, and pain play on a REALLY long, helpless dick. Adults only! All relevant characters are over 18.
I purred at my husband. Then I dug my nails into his tender cock, relishing in the pained look on his foolish face. This was a guy who thought it would be a good idea to waste three wishes on his dick. Absolutely ridiculous. It'd only be right if I tease and torment him into never doing something this stupid again.
My forceful flicks had had a profound effect on his dick. Now it was twice as hard as before, and twitching even more vigorously. He really does get off on being tortured like this, doesn't he? It's been a while since we've done this domination thing and it still surprises me how much of a masochist Carl was. Or maybe it doesn't matter what kind of attention it is, as long as his dick gets attention.
I tried lifting it up, amused to see that it had stiffened enough to have its whole length raise up, so that it acted more like a stick than a rope. I bounced it up and down against the mattress, cranking it like a lever as Carl watched on. It was time for the next game.
I disappeared into our closet, then came out with a blindfold.
He stiffened his head, letting me slip the blindfold over his eyes, cutting off his vision of the world. Bending down, I kissed his cheek, running my fingers sensually down his chest. For how dumb he was, he definitely made up for it in muscles and tone. His chest was massive, his abs, hard and solid. I could just torment his hot, masculine body with tickles and pinches all day long. But today, I'm going to focus on his cock, to make sure he knows exactly what he's wished upon himself.
Going back into the closet, I re-emerged with a handful of clothespins. I tossed them down on one side of the mattress, some of them brushing against his length, startling him. Then I sat myself down on the other side, so that his throbbing dick was resting between me and the clothespins. It was time to start my terrible, devilish game.
"Honey, you'll do the dishes for the next week, right?"
"Huh? What are you talking about-...ow!"
I attached a clothespin to his dick, letting it compress his throbbing nerves.
"Do the dishes for a week."
"What? No! ...ow! Christ! What is that!?"
Another clothespin was added, squeezing his cock with its hard wooden surface.
"Okay okay! I got it! Dishes for a week!"
"Great, thanks Carl. Next, give me a back rub everyday when I come home."
I added another clothespins, plus an extra one for not calling me mistress.
"Back rub! Everyday! When you get home!"
I attached another one.
"...M-Mistress! Mistress Jill! Please! No more clothespins!"
Looks like he's figured out what they were. I smiled, stroking his dick adoringly, wondering if he can even feel it with all these clothespins pinching his dick.
"So you're going to let me decide what we watch on television for the next month or so, right?"