Crushing the Last of his Ego - Sex Stories

Crushing the Last of his Ego

... deep inside me. I want to cum hard over and over. That’s what I want from you; a hard, deep, passionate fucking. Do you think you can do that, or do I need to see if one of my other bulls is available on Saturday night?” He was shocked by several things She said. First, She had never referred to his penis as “massive”. She had worn out the thesaurus calling it every diminutive, insulting adjective at Her disposal. He wondered why now She would have a sudden change of heart. The other thing that concerned him was that on a purely physical basis he was no match when compared to Her other lovers. The men She selected as bulls all shared similar features: young, tall, athletic, and extremely well hung. He was fearful that his Mistress would be disappointed and deem his sexual performance unworthy. Nevertheless he was going to give it his best shot. “No, Mistress, You don’t have to call anyone else. I will do my best to please You.” She was thinking ten steps ahead of Her slave and her mind was already filled with the sordid details of how this would unfold. The bar was set so high for david there was no way that he could be anything but a failure which was exactly what She wanted. Whatever male ego he had left She was about to crush in spectacular fashion. When She would be done with him, he would have feelings of inadequacy that years of psychotherapy couldn’t cure. “Alright then, slave, you have but one chance and it will come on Saturday, but first you need to know the rules. ...

... When you fuck me, I don’t want to be kissed or touched by your fumbling hands. There will nothing in the way of affection between us. As I said before, your focus needs to be on giving me the best fucking I have ever had. Also, I’m the One who is supposed to cum not you, and I expect you to bring me off several times. Do I make myself clear?” He took a deep breath and nodded, “Yes, Mistress.” In some ways it didn’t matter to him that he wouldn’t be allowed an orgasm, but not being able to show affection during love making was a tough pill for him to swallow. He did in fact love Her with all of his heart, but if what She needed from him was stud service, he was willing to do that as well. The doubts and insecurities were already creeping into his mind, and Mistress was going to continue to push those buttons hard. The days preceding Saturday passed slowly for david, and his Mistress didn’t make it easy on him. She was constantly adding pressure by dressing provocatively and reminding him repeatedly how badly She needed to be fucked by a “real man”. She also made him watch hours of pornography which dealt with the themes of men who couldn’t maintain an erection and/or were lousy lovers. She fucked with his mind so much that by the time Saturday rolled around, david’s self-confidence was all but gone. True, he was still in the chastity device and horny as hell, but had been given an opportunity to back out he would have gladly taken it. Still, this was his big chance and he held ...