"When I arrive, your front door will be unlocked. You will be naked in your bedroom. Your biggest dildo or vibrator will be in you. You will not speak during my visit- not a single word. The punishment for speaking will be...painful...and obvious, from the moment you see me."
I follow direction exceedingly well.
When Mr. Intensity came through my front door and slowly made his way up the stairs, I was already naked in bed with a purple silicone dildo inside me. I resisted the urge to say hello to him, instead just following him with my eyes as he put his case of tools down and removed his coat.
The punishment was indeed obvious; he had a construction marker in his hand. I had only met that particular implement once before, and I was decidedly reluctant for a second round. I swallowed my voice, mentally recommitting to my vow not to utter a word.
Before he undressed, he thrust the dildo in and out of me a few times- just long enough to make me moan before he left it inside me to remove his clothes. "Roll over," he commanded, as he got something metal out of his case.
I rolled onto my stomach without a word, careful to keep the dildo inside me. He handcuffed my hands behind my back with cuffs on a longer chain- enough that I could almost straighten my shoulders, but not quite. It felt good to be restrained; I was ready to fully surrender control.
He tested the dildo again as he moved beside me. I let myself moan, careful not to use any words- I was pretty sure that anything even somewhat resembling a "yes" or an "oh God" would have me regretting it. He angled his hips beside my head, giving me a heartbeat to ogle his already hard cock before he grabbed me by the hair and thrust himself down my throat.
I adjusted quickly, swirling my tongue around him to get a good coating of spit to lubricate the assault. He let me set the pace, which I did with enthusiasm- my drive to impress this man never wanes. My hands instinctively pulled on the handcuffs- the bite of the hard metal was a welcome distraction from the hard thrusting in my throat.
He held his cock in my throat long enough to make me gag. When my abs flexed, the dildo slipped out of my soaked pussy. "Uhoh, what happened?" he asked me. I kept my lips firmly wrapped around his cock, loudly sucking him instead of replying. Score one (finally) for me.
He thrust the toy back inside me, keeping time with the thrust of his cock in my mouth. I could feel my orgasm building and squirmed against the handcuffs. Between the restraints, the dildo, and his cock I was effectively immobilized.
"Do you need to cum?" he baited me again. My conditioning almost let a "Yes, Sir" slip out, but I redoubled my focus on his cock instead. My eyes locked with his, silently pleading for permission. I could feel myself losing control and sent a silent prayer for mercy as I flew over the edge.
"Not a word, good girl," he praised. I smiled, perhaps a little shocked that I had made it so far without speaking- likely a new record for me.
I was laying somewhat awkwardly on my back, my cuffed wrists underneath me causing an ache in my shoulders. He helped himself to a grab of each breast and a few flicks of my nipples before laying down beside me. He stroked his hard cock as I shuffled myself onto my side so that I could look at him.
"Make me cum," he said simply. I inched my way down to his cock, my movements made clumsy by my restraints. I settled myself the best that I could between his legs, and took his throbbing cock into my mouth.
