I'd been keeping tehya on edge for over two weeks, two weeks of almost constant enticing, teasing and stimulating. Many submissives would see it as punishment, see it as disappointing their Master, not tehya. She thrived on the sensations, the energy such abstinence created. It was the expectation that drove tehya, the knowing that one day she would be allowed a release. Today would be that day, if she behaved herself.
I arrived home to the usual greeting, teyha, naked and kneeling with her hands clasped tightly behind head, eyes down in the classic submissive pose. The Princess Diana look we call it. Tehya is no Diana beauty; she is no classic baby doll porn star beauty. She has however the trademark Marilyn Monroe figure, heavy by today's standards, but in proportions to die for. Unlike Marilyn's almost pasty complexion, tehya has long flowing copper hair and skin betraying her American Indian heritage. In a word she is beautiful.
"We have a need?" I read the desire in her eyes. A vanilla woman would have raped me by now, but not tehya. She'd worked hard to take control of her body's needs and desires. She also knew the act of asking would make orgasms a distant memory.
Without lifting her eyes she gave a single childish enthusiastic nod.
Who was I to deny her the act of serving? With slow accentuated motion, I undid the fly of my pants. With gentle pressure I placed two fingers under her chin and raised her mouth onto my cock. Without the slightest reaction she allowed me to feed my cock down her throat. This simple act was a major victory for tehya. In the early days she'd become quite distressed at her gagging reflex. As with all things, she worked hard to over come this perceived shortcoming. Now she could take me all the way without the slightest hesitation.
Something I'd not had to teach her was how to perform orally on me. With trademark sucking and swirling of her tongue, she brought me to within an instant of releasing.
"Stop!" I said softly.
She froze. Again I accentuated the anticipation by slowly easing my cock out of her. Tehya's face became an image of disappointment. I couldn't help smiling at knowing what was to come. She took some small solace in sucking the string of precum that hung from the head of my penis to her upper lip, into her mouth. "Good girl." I smiled. Cleaning was one of her most important duties. One I knew she drew immense pleasure from.
Even though motionless the uncertainty of the situation was betrayed in her body language. Twice this week we had started like this. Twice I had stood mere inches from her face and masturbated myself to orgasm. Twice she'd been forced to watch me clean cum from the floor.
"Have I displeased you, Master?" She asked in tears after the second time. "Am I not worthy of your seed anymore?"
It was times like that she broke my heart. "No my little princess. This is not punishment, it is training. When the time is right, you will understand all." She'd calmed a little after that, but I could tell insecurity was welling deep inside her.
My sperm, and access to it, was something that drove her as hard as any threat could. In her eyes it was some vague ambrosia of the gods. More than any collar or mark I could place on her, tehya saw the delivery of my orgasm as the greatest gift she could attain. I had even seen her orgasm during the simple act of cleaning me after sex. There probably could have been an argument for punishing her for that indiscretion, but I do like to allow my subs the odd treat.
Come! I said, touching my hip. She sprung on all fours and crawled cat-like after me, desperate to keep some physical contact with my body. That was the prime rule for the 'follow' command. I could have hurried, made her fail, that would, mean the hairbrush. The one device she truly feared. No not tonight, I didn't want the mood broken. Tonight had to be special, perfect even, tehya was going to confront the hairbrush, confront her fear of it, learn just how much she had grown as my submissive.
"Up." We entered the bedroom. She hopped onto the bed with a well-practiced leap. That alone had taken months of training for her to perform to my expectations. She immediately dropped her head into the pillows, drew her knees up, displaying her arse for my enjoyment.
It was time to speed things up a little. I quickly cuffed her ankles, and added a spreader bar. I heard her groan as she felt me move to cuff her wrists behind her back. Tehya is a chains girl through and through. None of the Barbarellian leather for her. It has to clink, and it has to feel cold. That is my girl's version of sub heaven. Finally I removed her dress collar and replaced it with the thick leather piece we call the trainer. I added a dog leash for pure esoteric reasons.
Her body started an odd little quiver as the circulation begun to be cut off from her arms. Instinctively she knew there would be no denial. This time she was going to be used. Totally!
"What is your safe word girl?" I reinforced her understanding of the situation. In doing so, I knew her anticipation would rise a few more notches.
"Elephant." She said softly, knowing this meant she would have limits tested.
"And punishment for improper use."
"Six months without release."
"Good girl." I slapped her hard across the left buttock.
"Thank you Sir." She said automatically.
I looped a length of rope around the cuffs and attached it to a bolt in the ceiling. Our bedroom is like that. Need somewhere to attach things? We have it. Floor, walls, everywhere. Can be a total bitch when relatives come to stay. One day we will tell them everything. Not yet, tehya simply isn't ready for that step.
"Brace." I said sharply. Seeing her body tense, I pulled on the rope, moving her off the bed. Her feet found the floor, but the rest of her body was now hanging at a forty-five degree angle, with all her weight being taken by the muscles in her arms and shoulder blades. A soft grunt was her only acknowledgement to the pain.
I waited a few moments, allowing her to work herself into the zone as she calls it. The place deep in her mind that focuses pain and discomfort into sexual energy. It never pays to rush such scenes. Apply, then wait. Apply again. A submissive has far greater endurance when given a little time to accommodate new stimulation and sensations, before moving to the next step.
From behind I teased her pussy lightly. She groaned as I tugged on the tiny ornate padlock holding her pierced pussy lips together. A small dribble of vaginal fluid leaked as she reacted to me removing the lock. There had been times in the past where this act had taken her over the edge. Not tonight however, tonight her mood and attitude screamed the need to please me. Nothing was going to risk my disappointment.
I slide a finger deep into her. With a practiced little twist I found tehya's secret place. Her G spot, the point where every sexual nerve of her body met. The place she proved with the greatest intensity the ownership I had over her. I pressed a little harder, felt her pussy tense. Harder still, she gasped. It would be so easy to take her over the edge. To drench my hand with her ejaculation...
"Should I?" I teased.
"Please no Master." And she meant it. Sure tonight was about release, but also something more, something deeper. Times like this, I believe she would refuse the orgasm, even if I gave her permission.
"I love you." I whispered as I withdrew the finger. She gave a contented sigh in response. Either way we both had bigger fish to fry.
Now to prepare her. From the tool bag I got two vibrators, small, slinky travel numbers. Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dum we called them in our lighter moments. They were large enough to stimulate small enough not to trigger an orgasm.
I spat on her anus, then drove a finger in to loosen her up. "Oh thank you Sir." She hissed as her buttocks clenched against the intrusion. Starting with a gentle probing motion, I worked her harder and harder till I was buried to the second knuckle. She never saw the vibrator coming. One easy stab and I'd forced one deep between her puffy lips. I waited a moment to let her come back from the brink, then stabbed the second one into her arse. I forced the device in so far, her anus closed over the thing holding it in her forever. We'd worry about getting it out later.
With more effort than I needed, I reattached her padlock. It was a shame how often I accidentally brushed her clit, each time it was like an electric shock to her body. In the end even she was smiling from the obvious teasing.
"Good?" I asked.
"Oh God yes Sir." Tehya knew better than to lie. Failing a task, forgetting a function, these could be dealt with. Lying was grounds to be released from my service. Honesty always carried rewards. At our local club other Doms queried such tactics. I explained I rather deal with the raw honesty of emotion, than to hear my sub say the things she thought I'd wanted to hear.
I sensed slight tension in her voice. Tehya was easy to read this way. The more vague and unfocused the answers became, the closer I knew she was to her limit. This quirk had saved her more than once from being pushed 'too' far. Right at the point panic should set in, I would stop what I was doing, let her come back to Earth. Even after all this time she never figured out how I knew exactly when to stop.
Moving in front of her, I reached under the bed and showed her the dreaded hairbrush, designed for tough tangled hair, it was virtually no more than an ornate wire brush. It was the only device in the house designed purely to punish. A situation I felt was time to be remedied.
