He never knew what it meant to quiver until he met Veronica. She came into his life that first night in the most beautiful outfit he'd ever seen. Looking at her top to bottom she went from wholesome to wicked. Her black tank top seemed almost normal, but the silkiness made it breathtaking. Her skirt was red patent leather, and so short he would have given anything for her to bend over. And then there were the boots. They were knee-high, laced all the way to the top, and shiny black patent leather. She was a goddess from head to toe.
But he thought tonight would be even better than that first night. She'd left him a note that said, "Come to me tonight only if you are prepared to submit your soul. ~V". It made him hard since the moment he read it even though he didn't know exactly what to expect.
He was still hard while kneeling naked in the middle of her living room, and she was making him wait. He was trying to be patient, but his desire for her always threatened his patience, obedience, and sanity.
She finally walked into the room but stopped behind him. He couldn't see her at all, but he could smell her: a combination of vanilla and desire. His cock twitched at the thought that her pussy was already wet. For him.
His neck snapped back as she yanked his hair. He gasped and arched back in pleasure. "Hello, Mistress," he whispered.
She released his hair and walked around him. He did not look at her face, as was expected, but he could see she was wearing those boots again. And nothing else. He moaned, unable to prevent the sound because she turned him on so much.
Veronica kneeled before him and whispered, "Look into my eyes." He obeyed because he couldn't deny her anything, but she had never kneeled in front of him. He stared into her green eyes, feeling off balance and confused.
"My slave," she said. "I want you to understand that tonight is very different because I am testing you. I'm going to do anything I want to you for the next sixty minutes. Absolutely anything and everything I want, and you will pass this test if you follow two rules. You must be still, and you must be silent. That means no moving, no sighing, no squirming, and no moaning. You can blink and breathe, but nothing voluntary."
She caressed his cheek lovingly, and continued, "I am asking if you'll take this test for me, not ordering you to. You can say yes or no. But before you answer, you must know everything. First of all, if you fail, you do not get a second chance. There is no playful punishment before trying again. If you fail, you are no longer my slave."
His mouth dropped open, and his eyes filled with tears. "Have I displeased you, Mistress?"
"Not at all." She leaned in and licked his bottom lip gently. "I am not doing this to be rid of you. I want you to pass this test more than I've never wanted anything before. If you succeed, you will be forever mine. You will always be my slave, and I will never take another. We will love each other as Master and slave and love each other as woman and man. We will share our bodies, hearts, and souls." She rested her forehead against his. "I'm doing this because I love you."
A tear slid down his cheek as he realized she was offering absolutely everything he ever wanted. She kissed the tear. "My slave, if you decide not to take this test, I will completely understand. And you will still be my slave, but that is all. You cannot have my heart or my soul." She stood and spoke softly, "I will leave you on your knees to think about your decision."
He stared after her, feeling like he forgot how to think. Like he forgot how to breathe. He couldn't possibly make this decision. She was his life, and he loved serving her, but he yearned for more. But how could he follow those two rules for sixty minutes?
He closed his eyes and took three deep breaths as Veronica always reminded him to do when he got too overwhelmed. He focused on his body and the nonsexual sensations. He'd been kneeling for at least thirty minutes already, so he was sure his knees had embedded carpet lines by now. He could feel the press of his fingernails in his palms. His fists were clenched, which he didn't realize until just then. He slowly stretched his fingers straight and took another deep breath.
Okay, he knew he couldn't live without her. That was something he knew with every fiber of his being. And he loved her. He'd lusted after her immediately. He didn't start loving her until after the first few months but never said anything. She made it very clear at the start that they didn't discuss feelings except for how he felt when he was playing the role of her slave. So he never said a word about how much he wanted to be with her and how perfect she was for him. He instead tried to pour all that love into pleasing her. Every touch, every act, and every sound he filled with his love for her. She felt it and knew he loved her.
Wait, she said she loved him! She loved him and wanted him as more than a slave. His eyes filled with tears again as he realized his dream of a real relationship was an actual possibility. He never thought that was an option even though they'd started spending more time together, and they enjoyed talking and relaxing before and after slave time. But he never thought it meant she loved him.
But what if he failed? He wanted to believe he loved her so much that he couldn't fail. However, he knew her power as a mistress. She'd done things to him that made him weep, beg, scream, shake, and come apart. But through it all, she had always let him react. In fact, his reactions were her favorite part. Plus, he couldn't help it, and she usually had him whimpering before she ever touched him. Could he really risk losing her by trying to stay still and silent for an hour? There was no way he could imagine doing that, and he didn't even know what she planned to do.
She came back into the room, and he panicked. He wanted to be strong for her, but he couldn't take the test. He just couldn't see passing, and he refused to lose her. The smart decision would be to not take the test.
She walked over to him and stopped inches from him. Her navel was almost touching his lips, and his mouth began to water. "Have you decided, my slave?" He nodded, and she threaded her fingers through his hair and made a fist. "What do you want, my slave?"
Without hesitation and with all thoughts vanishing, he said, "I want your love."
She sighed and rubbed her belly across his face. Her skin was so soft it made him shiver. "I'm so happy you're taking my test even if you could lose me. What made you say yes?"
Wait, he didn't mean to agree to take the test, did he? Why would he do that? Why risk losing her? But he knew. "Because knowing I can have everything with you makes it impossible to answer any other way. It's what my soul has longed for. I've loved you for so long."
She left the room and returned with the kitchen timer. She held it in front of his face and said, "One hour. You will not make a sound. You will only move when I tell you to. If you pass the test, when this timer goes off, you can come inside me without a condom. Your hour begins now."
She twisted the dial to start the hour, and he could hear it ticking, mocking his lack of control. He could come inside her right then he was so aroused. She'd never let him come inside her. They'd always used a condom despite being exclusive, her taking the pill, and both having clean blood tests. Coming inside her was always forbidden, but he wanted it so much.
He had one hour to obey. One hour to survive. He could do this. He had to. Dropping his eyes to her boots, he reminded himself it was all for their love. It wasn't about his body, but it was about their future.
She slapped him across the face. It wasn't hard, but it got his attention. He realized the hour had started, so he had to focus and make sure he passed. She began pacing back and forth in front of him, but he stared at a spot on the carpet so he wouldn't move his head.
"What shall I do to you, my slave? So many options." She laid down on the floor in front of him and spread her legs wide. "Look at my pussy." His eyes took in her luscious pink pussy and how wet it was, and then he had to force himself to breathe slowly.
She slid her finger across her clit and began rubbing it in a tight circle. "I think I'll talk about what I might do to you." A small sigh escaped her as she pushed her clit a little harder.
His eyes widened, and he felt like he was dying. She knew he loved watching her masturbate and hearing her talk dirty, and now she was doing both. From the start she was pushing his limits, testing him.
One finger slid inside her as she speculated, "I could handcuff you, but that would just be helping you not move, and that's no fun. Hmm." She slid a second finger inside her pussy. "I could put a cock ring on you and put you on display, but that might make it easier for you to control your pleasure. We don't want that, do we slave?"
The rules prevented him from answering, but he couldn't think of what to say anyway. He was too busy watching her finger herself and listening to the wet sounds her pussy made.
She put a third finger in and moaned loudly. Watching him, she noticed his cock twitch and said, "I saw your cock move." She saw panic fill his eyes, but she laughed. "It's okay because that's about as involuntary as breathing, right?" Maybe she really wanted their love if she didn't fail him for the twitch.
"I know this is hard for you, watching me finger myself. Wishing it was your fingers. Your tongue. Your cock."
Her words made him burn. He started breathing in through his nose and slowly exhaling through his mouth, trying to find any semblance of peace in his mind to keep from groaning at the vision before him.
"Maybe I should spank you, darling. I could use my hand or a paddle?"
