It had been four months since their first kiss with their new sexual adventures. Their weekends were filled with passion and pain while their weekdays only built up the anticipation. It was fantastic; the best sex they had ever had. Mondays made it difficult to return to reality, so they made it a habit to share a drink and unwind by browsing for new toys, studying the lifestyle, or watching videos to get ideas for new scenes. However, the last three weeks had been like living in a convent. No flirty texts, no Monday night ritual, no grazing each other as they made dinner together, no swats on the butt for being a bit bratty, nothing! It was this late summer evening that she had had enough. She found herself in a flirty purple negligee laying on her stomach on their bed playing with her Kindle. Laying with her legs spread a little further than normal, she tried to appear innocent and unassuming as she heard him walking down the hall to their room.
"Hey," he greets her as he enters, grabbing a book off of his night stand, and leaves the room.
She sits up in a huff, frustrated.
"I don't get it," she whispers to herself. She reflected on the last few weeks trying to figure out where she went wrong. "Is this some sort of punishment?" she thought. "Surely, I haven't done something that deserves three weeks of no sex! Even people not in the scene have sex more often than that right? Maybe I asked him to do something that was on his hard limits list." But she could think of nothing. Nothing to explain why he has decided to do without sex for almost a month. "Well, the last few times we did have sex were getting kind of routine. His open-palm spankings and nipple biting have seemed more like an afterthought and lacked desire. Maybe he isn't as into as I am. Maybe he was hoping it was just a phase for me. Well, it wasn't! Now I am laying here, an all-you-can-eat -buffet getting cold!"
"Fine! If you don't want to play with me, I will just play with myself!" she half shouted.
"What did you say?" he called to her.
"Nothing!" she yelled back sweetly as she pulled their new toy chest from under their bed.
She grabs her beaded y-style nipple clamps, a small bottle of lube, and her purple Jopen Vr7 vibrator. Peeling off her negligee and panties, she lays on the bed and begins to caress her large breasts. She grabs them roughly, the way she likes it and pinches her nipples until they are raised with excitement. She continues to do so with one hand while the other goes into her mouth to lick and suck on her index finger and thumb. They return to her aching nipples for more tweaking and pinching. Gingerly she trails her hands down her abdomen before reaching between her legs for that place that has been swollen with desire. She can feel her lips beginning to moisten and her clit hardening with anticipation.
She inserts two fingers into her pussy and makes little circles as she reaches for her beaded y-clamp with her other hand. She withdraws her fingers upwards until her clit is between her middle finger and ring finger. She squeezes them together, pinching her clit. She applies the bottom clamp onto her hardened nub and lets out a small moan; relishing the pressure. Quickly she applies the remaining two clamps to each nipple. "Oh!" she moans and immediately shuts her mouth out of fear that he might hear her. "Fuck him!" she thinks. "No holding back!"
Grabbing the lube, she applies a couple of drops to her fingers and strokes her vibrator's shaft. Slowly she inserts it between her swollen lips without turning it on. She is entranced by the full feeling that she has been seeking the past few weeks. With an agonizingly slow pace, she begins to set the rhythm of inserting and withdrawing her mechanical lover over and over. Teasing herself by making circles around her opening before turning it on and letting the vibrations bring her body out of hibernation. The teasing, the anticipation; it was all the best part of it. She pulls on the center ring of her y-clamp; tugging both nipples and her clit simultaneously. She moans with ecstasy. That perfect feeling of pain mixed with pleasure. She pulls again and this time rams her vibrator deep within her pussy, clenching it and welcoming the utter delight heating up within her. She thought of her husband and how he would pull the beaded clamps and tease her pussy with his cock before slamming into her. She loved the noise their bodies made as their skin would slap together. She continues to tease herself as he would. She is panting and moaning and clawing at her sheets and inner thighs with her free hand. She increases the settings to medium and begins raising her hips to meet the thrusts and rotations.
"Please," she pants. She has found herself begging for permission to come just as she would with him. Her body seems to be holding itself just on the brink of orgasm. Had he mentally blocked her into not coming without his permission? She pauses a moment as the idea begins to sink into her head.
"Don't stop!" his deep, throaty voice comes from the doorway. She can't move and is holding her breath as she stares back at him. She feels like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
He removes his shirt as he walks to the edge of the bed staring at her. "What are you doing?" he asks.
She can feel the brat in her boiling to the surface, but the sub in her wanting to submit and answer with respect and humility. "But he hasn't been acting like a Dom lately." she thinks and with that, the brat has won.
"Do you have to ask? I'm trying to get myself off!" she spat at him. "I wanted a Dom. Someone who would tease and punish my body and mind with pleasure. Someone who will let me please them at all times and fulfill every want. Someone who desires me and wants to possess me! Dominate me for fuck sake! I thought we were becoming closer with this, but you seem to be running from it and all sex for that matter. It has been weeks! So, I am taking my pleasure into my own hands."
This was the moment. Was he going to take back the reins and teach her a lesson in selfishness and disrespect? Or was he going to turn it into another argument and go off to play X-Box while she goes to sleep? She didn't really believe everything she said, but she knew she had to provoke him to find out where they were going to go from here. She held her breath and continued to stare at him as she saw him calculating what his reaction should be to this outburst.
"I asked you, what are you doing?" he stresses again. "As I recall when I came in here I said, don't stop! and you stopped. Why aren't you still masturbating?"
He bends over and reaches into their toy chest, removing a small black velvet paddle. He smacks it against his hand. "I'm not going to ask you again!" he booms.
She slowly inserts her vibrator back between her lips and turns it back on to medium. She doesn't even recall turning it off. Their eyes remain locked as she returns to the thrusting of her vibrator.
"So, are you going to be like this every time you go without sex for a bit? You're going to turn into a disrespectful brat who bottles everything up inside?" he raises his voice. "If we are going to make this whole Dom and sub thing work, we have to have constant communication. Hold nothing back. Now, I think you should be punished, don't you agree?"
She is thrilled to hear he still wants this and is even more thrilled to see his growing erection through his pants.
"Yes. I should be punished," she squeaks out as she continues her gyrating circles, feeling her muscles tighten. He reaches down and pulls on her beaded chain.
"I'm sorry, slut. I don't think I heard you correctly."
A moan released from her mouth and she bit down on her lip feeling electrified.
"I'm sorry, Sir."
"That's more like it. Keeping doing what you are doing, but I want you to do it on all fours."
She immediately gets into position balancing on one hand and clutching her vibrator in the other.
"Start counting," he commands, followed by the firm smack of the paddle on her firm ass.
"One!"
SMACK!
"Two!"
SMACK!
"Three!"
She allows her toy to slip from her hand and drop to the bed. He leans over her, his mouth to her ear as he whispers, "Oh you naughty, little slut. I never said to stop. Pick it up and keep going. I was going to stop at five, but that little transgression just earned you three more hard smacks." He trails his fingers in a circle on her left butt cheek, "Here." He circles her right butt cheek. "Here." His hand slowly caresses her sopping wet pussy and he slips in two fingers. "And here. You can stop playing with that and put it down on number seven, but until then, you keep going. And don't you dare think about coming until I command, you fucking pain slut." He stands behind her again.
The whispering made it that much more menacing, thrilling, and fucking hot. Smack came the paddle.
"Four!"
"When I came into the room you looked a bit frustrated. Were you mad at me or were you having trouble getting off?" he follows with another smack.
"Five!" she shouts, mad that he can read her body so well. "I was upset because I wasn't coming, Sir." Now she was doing everything in her power not to come. He leaned over her again and pulled her hair.
"Do you know why you didn't come?" he sneers.
"No, Sir."
