Short Story: Stealing Her Pleasure

Female's Point of View - Technology

He took them away...

Stole them...

I went in for the breast implants he wanted me to get and once I woke up from the surgery, it was done. I couldn’t complain because at first, the soreness between my legs made me think he had told the surgeon to add a clit piercing.

He always wanted me to get one of those.

But once I got home and checked, I quickly realized that it wasn’t a piercing at all! Somehow... He had the surgeon REPLACE my clit!

Right where my deliciously sensitive clit was supposed to me, I had an implant. A hard little nodule that completely replaced my clitoris! But that wasn’t the worst part. Not by a long shot!

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I’m not sure how its even possible, but the implant can numb or excite my nerves. With a click, he can make my new clit as sensitive and numb as my elbow.

Or... He can stimulate it to a point where my mind almost shuts down from the overload of pure pleasure. Effectively, he has stolen my ability to control my own orgasm.

I was more than willing to me his little trophy wife. I was even borderline submissive to him, but now...

Now he controls me. Completely...

He told me as much. He would make me numb forever if I didn’t start to obey his every command. He constantly reminds me that he controls my body. That he effectively owns it.

I wasn’t that keen on sucking his cock, but now that he controls my clit, I HAVE to do it. When ever he wants. Otherwise, he blocks my pleasure for months! I know... I tried...

When I realized what he had done to me, I rebelled. I refused and told him I was going to sue him! Divorce him! He told me I had every right to be mad. That if I wished, I should go ahead and divorce him. He told me he was more than willing to give me everything our prenuptial agreement entitled me to have.

But.

He was not going to give my pleasure back. Not unless I obeyed.

I was still reeling from it all and told him I didn’t care. So he clicked his remote and took away my pleasure. I moved out until I was ready to divorce him.

Which wouldn’t be soon...

Marrying a right and powerful man had a lot of perks and our prenuptial agreement wasn’t as bad as other girls in my position. I would get a nice sum of money. The thing is though, lawyers and contracts have a tendency to take time. 

A lot of god damn time.

The first 2 weeks, I was too sore to confirm if he really did remove my orgasms. But once I was healed, I started to masturbate...

I touched and rubbed myself... Used oils... Even porn!

But nothing worked...

I was as numb as if my clit was any other part of my body. I panicked. I started to try dildos and vibrators, but I never was the pussy kind of girl. It felt good... But it didn’t feel right... Somehow... My pleasure had been turned down to dull.

It would never give me enough to actually cum!

I hated him for it. I hated him with a passion, but I couldn’t deny that he held the keys to my pleasure. To my orgasm...

So I went back... Tail between my legs... 

I begged him to undo what he had done, but he refused. I argued and protested, which only made him smile as he waited patiently for my outrage to drain out of my system.

Once it had, I went to kneel at his feet, like I knew he liked, and I asked him what it would take for me to get back what he had took from me. 

He said there was only one way: I had to not only be his trophy wife, but I also had to be his sex slave.

I had to obey any and all commands he gave me. I had to become the meek slutty wife he wanted me to be. I had to fuck and suck him when ever he wished.

And...

With who ever he wished...

I was tempted to storm out again, but I was desperate to feel my pleasure once again. So I swallowed my pride and nodded.

He smiled and pointed his remote at me.

Suddenly, my world exploded in pleasure as I felt my clit come alive. I screamed in surprised before I moaned uncontrollably. As much as I was numb before, now I felt like I was being fucked... Licked... Teased... Vibrated... 

Every possible pleasurable sensation my clit could feel came rushing in and it brought me to the edge of the most massive orgasm of my life. As if the past month had only served to bank all my pleasure so I could feel it all in one perfect moment.

When I finally came back down, I was drooling on the floor at my husband’s feet.

In that moment I knew he controlled me. As mean as he was for taking my pleasure away, he was willing to give it all back in the most delicious of ways.

It was hard for me at first, I wasn’t a natural slut, so being fucked as if I was this piece of fuck meat felt wrong. Sucking his cock at every whim made me want to hurl. Enduring the pain as his girth forced its way inside my ass made me question why I had stayed.

But every time he rewarded me with mind blowing pleasure, I remembered...

I yearned...

And that wasn’t all he had in store for me. Oh no...

He started to give me trickles of pleasure when I obeyed. When I sucked his cock... When he fucked my ass...
Before long, I became eager to service him. I yearned to feel the pleasure he gave me when I obeyed his desires.

I went from his demanding high maintenance trophy wife to his compliant slutty wife. My job boiled down to looking good and being available for him to fuck 24/7. 

He orders me to wear skimpy outfits when we are at home and I can’t refuse.

Or else he’ll take my pleasure away.

He orders me to keep myself wet and ready and I can’t refuse.

Or else he’ll block my orgasm.

When we are at home, he treats me as little more than his personal cock sleeve and I can’t complain.

Or else he’ll make my clit so sensitive it will physically hurt.

I have to obey and comply with all of his request and if I’m being completely honest...

I’m starting to like it way to much.

I could be wrong, but I’m starting to feel like the theft of my pleasure might be the best thing to ever happen to me.