She sat on her stool in the window looking out at the wet street. She knew that he was somewhere making his way back to her but it was late and she needed him. The week had done its best to them both and all she wanted was his control now, to make her free once more.
It was still light when she sat down to look for him, so she didn't realize the lights were off. It was late, she wanted to take her shower and wash the day away but she knew how he enjoyed it so, and would not be pleased if she bathed without him. So she waited, dressed only in her long heavy winter robe; holding it close about her as she thought of how he might play with her this night.
She told herself that she must be patient, he had worked long and hard to help her achieve it. She shifted on the wood stool and thought of her Master and how he had helped her, guided her. It looked like any wooden classroom stool but the seat was larger, so that she would find it more comfortable when they used it. He had searched for it a very long time. It had to be just right for her large round rump. It was her punishment stool. Sometimes he would sit on it when he took her over his knee to dispense her lessons. But often it was where she sat when sentenced to the corner. It pleased him that she had grown attached to it and the need of it in their lives together.
It was a thoughtless gesture; an idle motion. But she felt her breath catch in her lungs as she realized she had caressed her nipples until they stood. She told herself it was natural, they had not seen each other for eleven days. Yes he called her each morning and she in turn called each night, but it wasn't the same as having him with her. She had been thinking of the weekend that would surround them, and how he always placed the rings back through her nipples when he arrived. The sensation returned and she touched herself. And a soft wave of guilt washed over her as she could almost hear his voice once again.
"Slower my sweet, stroke slower. You mustn't rush my pleasure."
Her master was not an unreasonable man. They spent much time away from each other, she needed to be able to enjoy the gift that was her sexuality when he could not be with her. But when she knew he would be with her again, from the moment she was told, her sexuality became his to control until he left her.
She realized what she had done, but stuck her fingers in her mouth and sucked them until they dripped, all the same. Over and over she wet her fingers in her mouth and rubbed the nipples until they were tender and glistened dark and hard. Finally she felt what she longed for as her cunt lips began to swell.
She closed her eyes and let the darkness have her as she parted her thick thighs. Where was he and why must she suffer so? The more she played with her aching nipples the more she moaned for him. She wanted, needed to touch herself down deep in the wetness, but knew her master would not be pleased - not without permission.
She franticly searched the street as she began to shake for him...
" Oooooh my lord...Where are you?"
" Where I've been standing for some time Don't move."
She felt her desire turn a little chill, as she realized what her master had seen. She wanted, needed to explain.
" No. Don't turn around don't move. You mustn't look at me now, not at all."
She heard him put down his things and then move across the room slowly, deliberately as he climbed into her head.
" You were going to come, weren't you my lushes?"
" Oh no my lord."
" Then how many times have you come already?"
" Not once my lord!"
She tried to control the trembling in her voice but he enjoyed the sound of need mixed with a touch of fear.
" You know you must always tell me the truth. Do you think I did not see what you were doing my lovely slave?"
He stood only an inch away from her now and enjoyed how she shook all the more.
" You know you must not have pleasure unless I grant it, now don't you?"
