"You let your desires override your judgement. You must learn control."
Her Master's voice was an indictment. Her coffee and croissant lay untouched on the breakfast table between them. She wanted to scream, "Why? Why should I control my desires? Don't you enjoy my body? Don't you want to fuck my brains out? Take me now! Use me! Fill me!"
She didn't of course. If he wanted her to learn control, she would do as he commanded. She silently waited for her instructions, eyes down, hands folded in her lap.
"You have learned to come on command, now you will learn that all your pleasure comes from me and at my command. Stand up. Close your eyes."
He quickly stripped her of her robe.
"On your knees. Hands behind your back. Forehead to the floor." His voice was cold, brisk in his instructions. She complied instantly. He moved off, leaving her to wait in her vulnerability. His return was marked by his naked foot in the middle of her back, pressing her into the carpet. Leather cuffs were strapped onto her wrists and ankles accompanied by the comforting sounds of her chains.
"Now you will serve me, and serve me well, but you will not climax. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Sir. I understand."
"Good. Now keep your eyes closed." His hands in her hair were not gentle as he lifted her head. He was sitting on an ottoman directly in front of her, his cock a hard shaft forced into her mouth. His cock was long and made her gag, but she quickly recovered herself, sucking his cock and teasing it with her tongue. She knew he wanted her to take all of him deep into her throat, but she had been unable to get it past the gag reflex. She desperately wanted to please him, so she opened her throat even more, submitting to his invasion. The heat from her belly rose in waves and her ass contracted. Perhaps if she squeezed her vagina hard enough she could get some relief. Perhaps she could come quietly and he would never know. The waves of pleasure were rising to their inevitable climax.
"Don't even think of coming."
His voice cut through her rebellious thoughts and she forced the orgasm to dissipate. He pulled her off his shaft and tossed her face down over the ottoman. The chain connecting her ankles was long enough to allow him to spread her legs exposing her inner core. She panted, belly clenched, fear creeping into her mind. Fear of what he might do, fear of what she might do. Hands caressed her ass and her thighs, a slow finger traced around her clit drawing her wetness up to her ass. A slight pressure on her ass and she relaxed quickly to allow the butt plug its inevitable entry. She had learned that if she relaxed it wouldn't hurt as much. Nevertheless, it was big and the intrusion threatened to send her over the top again. She cried out lifting her head and squirming against the hand that held her so firmly.
"Control, girl, control."
A few ragged breaths brought her the control that was required. Her body was on fire but she lay still letting the energy flow settle down.
"Very good. You're learning."
The tip of his cock slowly crept up the inside of her thigh resting on the lips of her inner temple.
"Do you want this, slave?"
She held very still not daring to move a muscle. "Oh yes please, Master, please."
His laugh was low and menacing. More invasion, as his cock slid into her, slowly, slowly until the whole length was buried in her wet, hot depths; his balls rubbing gently on her clit. A few hard thrusts and again her orgasm rose.
"Not yet. Control it." His breathing was hard and fast as he thrust mercilessly into her then quickly withdrawing to shower her back with his juice.
She shuddered and squeezed her muscles aching for release, feeling the butt plug slip from its place. A warm cloth wiped away the marks of her torment and the chains and cuffs were removed. She sobbed in despair, more exposed now without her chains, quivering with pent up energies, an orgasm just within reach but denied. Strong hands lifted her head as she slipped from the ottoman back to her knees and sat back on her heels.
"You have made a good start this morning, but you are not done yet. I am going to work now and you...well, you are going to masturbate every two hours for at least ten minutes each time, without taking an orgasm. Then you will e-mail me and let me know how you are doing. Do you understand?"
She felt a stab of panic. Ten minutes! How in the world was she to masturbate for ten minutes and avoid orgasm! This was incredible torture. But as he ordered it, she would do her best.
"Yes, Sir. I understand. I will comply."
He laughed, "Of course you will comply. I look forward to your reports." He held her face close, sharing her breath. The lightest of kisses brushed her lips, and then he got up and went to get ready for work, leaving her naked and unsatisfied on the floor.
When he got to work there were the usual stack of e-mails and messages to be dealt with, papers to be edited. He fetched himself a coffee and sat down to his usual routine. At a quarter past ten the first report arrived.
>As ordered.
>10:00
>
>I locked the door to the bedroom and assembled my toys. I clipped my nipples.
