It was Saturday...our anniversary. I was very excited
because I had been a good boy and done all that was asked of me by my Queen
during the preceding week, although admittedly, I did have a couple of
disrespectful moments. I had given Queen her first monthly tribute gift which
she was very pleased with. Queen dressed up for the night out with a
provocative flair, looking incredibly sexy. I wasn't wearing anything fancy,
nice golf shorts and a polo with sandals. The contrast in our look, just as the
contrast previously pointed out in a previous post between her luscious pussy
and my pathetic cock, was dramatic.
We started out having dinner at a nice little relatively
casual place in Royal Oak. Queen took charge right from the get go, informing
the waiter that I would be permitted to have one glass of wine (she would later
modify this to two). She ordered my food (picking the two entrees she thought
she would enjoy most). When the waiter came and asked whether we were finished
with an appetizer plate that had come with some bread, I asked him to leave the
bread. Queen countermanded this request and instructed the waiter to take the
bread away, which he quickly did. It was at this point that I think the waiter
became clear on who was in charge, and perhaps was even a bit afraid of my
Queen. From that point on, nearly all interaction with the waiter was through
my Queen, he hardly even acknowledged my existence at the table until Queen
instructed him to give me the bill. From dinner, we went for a stroll in
downtown Royal Oak. Browsed through Noir Leather, and then on to a pastry shop
for dessert. Overall, the evening was an excellent one. While I will admit that
I got a little embarrassed at dinner, I found the public humiliation by Queen
to be exciting. This is not to mention that I was with my beautiful wife, who I
adore, celebrating our anniversary.
Once home, with the kids in bed and after we hung out for a
bit, it was time for bed. Queen had promised me release inside her luscious
pussy and the opportunity for my first cream pie. It appeared that this was
going to be my only anniversary present, so I was hoping she would let me have
it in short order. Queen started masturbating, eventually ordering me to
assist, which I complied with, although not with much gusto. Queen had
announced that in order for me to get my gift, I would have to make her cum at
least 5, and preferably 7 times. I was tired (I had made a 10 hour drive on
Friday and then done the Queen's chores all day Saturday leading up to our
evening out), and at this point, I was a bit demoralized. I had concluded that
I just wasn't up to the task.
Queen reached her 5th orgasm and decided I would be
permitted to have my gift. Unfortunately, my pathetic cock was burdened by a
case of limp dick. I had a hard time getting in up. Once I did, and Queen
allowed me to enter her luscious pussy, I came in less than 10 seconds. Queen ordered me on my back, swung her leg
over my body so she was facing the opposite way and planted her sopping wet
pussy with my cum in it (a fair amount had already drained, but there was still
a good amount there). Again, I was just not of a mindset to lap it up like I
had fantasized so many times. I licked some up, keeping my mouth in place for a
minute or two and then gave in and called it a night. In retrospect, I wish
Queen would have been firm and forced me to fully clean things up and bring her
to another orgasm, but she let me off lightly and the night was done. One
again, my cock had proved to be ineffective in fucking Queen and it and I
turned in yet another pathetic performance. Queen, and her luscious pussy
deserve so much better.
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