That Sunday afternoon Miss had been slowly jerking my cock while she watched episode after episode of True Blood, edging me, making me beg for her amusement then slapping my face when I looked like I was enjoying it too much. When her nails dug into my balls the third time I saw Anna Paquin naked I came without permission. It was involuntary. There was nothing I could do to stop it. She looked at me shocked as my cock spilled more and more cum over her long fingers. There was nothing I could do to convince Miss Violet that I should be spared punishment. And I knew I deserved it. She looked down, the shock giving way to the realisation I had misbehaved and I was bound to be punished how she saw fit.
She pulled my collar, the only thing I'd been allowed to wear since Thursday night, and pushed my head towards her hand. It dripped with nine days worth of cum. She slid her thumb in my mouth and then her fingers, one by one. My cum dripped on my lips and she hissed at me, "lick it up." I did as she said. She patted my head and told me I was a good pet for licking her clean. Each finger went in and out of my mouth, making sure I'd licked every drop of my cum off her thin delicate hand. She whispered that I was a good pet for cleaning up my mess. She took my balls in her band and smacked it with each word. "Bad pet. Bad cock. Do not come without permission." Then one more hit for good measure, and a slap -- hard -- to the face, leaving me a little disorientated. It ached and I doubled over on the floor recovering while she showered. I'd figured I would be up for a week or two of chastity as punishment. I was wrong.
She hadn't even looked at my cock since despite ordering me to strip and remain naked every night that week. It stood hard in front of her, ignored completely, while she ran her hands through my hair and pushed my mouth against her bare pussy. The juices from her flowed through my mouth each night. She fucked my mouth no less than four times a day -- usually more -- until the day she said she went to the supermarket. I was to remain kneeling in the living room.
She bent down in front of me and slid her thin fingers around my throat and squeezed just tight enough to cut off the air. While the blood pooled in my head, while my head throbbed, she made me confess the cum in my body belonged to her, that it should not leave my balls unless ordered to by her, and that I was a worthless pet. I agreed. I had no arguments against it. She had taught me that. She watched me struggle to keep my eyes open as the air ran out with that twisted fucked up smile on her lips. She made sure I had spoken with every molecule of air in my lungs then released.
She fixed the collar around my neck while I was still catching my breath and tied the leash to the frame of the couch. She stood up and didn't look at me again, as she straightened her dress, and adjusted the heels on her foot. Then she drove away.
She'd tied my hands behind my back saying I couldn't be trusted with the cock she owned. I hadn't shown any control and why should she trust me, she said not even looking at me on her way out the door.
