As I am putting away the dishes from my evening snack, I think back to the other day. I broke one of Master's rules, and as a consequence I was told that for one week I would have to obtain his permission in order to masturbate. No matter the time of day, I would be required to receive an affirmative response either verbally, by phone, text or email.
After cleaning up the mess from my snack I make my way up the stairs to my room for the night. Knowing Master is gone and would not be back for a few hours. And it had been a few days since I had been touched. What would it hurt?
I was almost at my 1st orgasm when Master opened the door, and saw me on my bed, with my knees pulled up to my chest and covers up to my chin. I don't realize that he could see the glimmer of moisture on my fingertips, and that he know it is from my cunt. I growl low
"You are very naughty! Since you want an orgasm so badly, Master is going to GIVE you orgasms!"
I feel my cunt going numb even as I fight back a tear at the fear. As he approach the side of my bed, he tells me
"Lay flat on your back."
Once I was in position he leaned down to bring our faces closer, but he tilt my head up clearly hoping to distract me with a kiss. He place his palm against my breastbone and gently but firmly pushes me down.
"No." He says. "This isn't punishment. You have been disrespectful and there will be consequences. Do not move again unless I tell you."
I whisper back with a frown, "Yes Master."
He roughly striped my blanket away revealing my naked body completely. Closings my eyes, he raised my hands above my head and I took hold of my headboard.
"Do not let go, and whatever happens, do NOT move again until I say." He then said "I have not raised my voice above that of a quiet conversation, but I can see your hands tremble as you follow my command."
We have done something like this before, but this is the first time he made me close my eyes for it. He stood up and could see the fear and anticipation in the slight shivers which spread down through my arms. He continued to watch, not saying or doing anything as he watched my fear and anticipation build.
The shivers have spread through my entire body, and even though he was not touching me, he could see my breaths coming faster and faster, as well as a fine sheen of sweat that has broken out on my body from the effort of remaining perfectly still.
He knew I was on the verge of an orgasm when he interrupted me, that I haven't had an orgasm in 5 days, and he planned to take full advantage of these facts.
He leaned back down and whispered in my ear, "Don't. Move." as he drug a fingertip slowly and ever so lightly across my collarbone, then breathe into me "Cum for Master."
He stood again and watched as every muscle in my body goes rigid while I struggled not to move and my first orgasm of the day crashed through me like a series of waves. To him it seems like seconds, but he knows that to me it feels like much longer as my orgasm subsides and he leaves me gasping from the effort.
I moved a little, but managed to remain mostly still when he came for me, and my eyes remained tightly shut. He was so proud of me that he chose to overlook the minor movements of my toes curling, and my tiny hands squeezing the unyielding wood of our headboard. He slid his finger down between my breasts as he planned my next orgasm.
After my 6th orgasm I Started to lose the battle against my own body, and it shows. I managed to stay mostly still for much longer than he expected, but he can see and hear that I am at my limit. It shows in the random spasms he starting to see rippling across my body, in the tears streaming from my tightly clenched eyes, and in my panting whimpers
"No more Master...I'm sorry...I want to be good again."
It takes him a moment to clear the lump in my throat to respond. "Okay sweetie, come here." He gathers me up in his strong arms for a hug, and as I kiss my neck I whisper "Would you like to help Master cum now too?" and he can feel me nodding vigorously into his neck as I squeak
"Yes please."
He gently places me back on the bed with my bottom on the edge of the bed, then steps back and starts undressing as I lean forward to watch. He removes his shirt, tossing it to the floor behind him, then follows that with his undershirt. I lick my lips as he unbuckles his belt, I bite my lip thinking and knowing he'll be using that on my ass later. As he slides his pants off, kicks them aside along with his shirts, then slides his underpants down, freeing his throbbing shaft to bob just inches from my face. As I start to lean in, he ask, "Where would I like him to fill me up?"
I know what he wants me to tell him, before I speak, his fingers dive towards my glistening wet cunt.
