He came home to find her standing before him in a short black skirt, sheer white blouse, black stockings and black high heels. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, as he could clearly see her dark, taut nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her blouse. He wondered if she was wearing any panties. Her cheeks were flushed. He looked at her and smiled, saying "What have you been up to My dear?"
She grinned, a Cheshire cat grin, and took his hand gently in hers. She slid their joined hands up her leg and he could feel her bare skin just above the lacy tops of her thigh high stockings. She kept pressing his hand higher. Suddenly he felt that she did indeed have a scrap of cloth covering her, though such a small amount of material should hardly be called panties. The fabric was wet with her liquid heat. He stifled a small groan as he slipped his fingers beneath the material and felt the vibrator gently humming, buried deep in her cunt. And his eyes widen a bit as he realized she had another, smaller toy in her ass. Pulling his hand away, he smiled at her. "Been a busy girl this evening I see. All hot and bothered. Decided you'd take care of yourself or at least get yourself worked up so that I would then take care of you ... did you cum?"
She slowly, barely, shook her head yes. He grinned and pulled her closer, pressing her tightly against his body. His hand moved up her back, brushed the back of her neck, and his fingers entwined in her hair. Pulling gently but firmly, just enough to cause her to gasp, tilting her head back a bit until she looked up at him. He held her gaze for a minute, feeling his own body tense as her lips parted and her breathing became more ragged. Tugging a bit more, he leaned down, his teeth finding the top of her ear, biting down until she groaned and her body trembled against his. Whispering in her ear, he asked "Are you allowed to play with yourself and cum without My permission pet?" He felt her try to shake her head no, knowing her mouth had gone dry and she couldn't force out the word. Pulling away, he looked down at her again. "And I'll bet you think you deserve a spanking for that?"
He saw the gleam in her eyes before she quickly lowered her gaze and looked down at the floor. He could see the blush rise in her cheeks, no doubt from the combined embarrassment of her brazen behavior and her excitement about what he might do to her. He felt a rush of power as he leaned close once again, softly kissing her cheek, whispering "Well My girl, I figure that's exactly what you're hoping for, so it will be more punishment if I don't give it to you." He felt her sharp intake of breath. Stepping back he could see the shock in her eyes. Laughing he said, "You're so predictable at times My dear. You'll leave those vibes right where they are, turned on low, through dinner while I decide what to do with you." He turned and went up the stairs to change and get ready for dinner. She stood just where she was, absorbing his words for a few moments before turning to go get dinner ready. As she stepped into the kitchen she heard him call down the stairs ... "Oh, and you're not to cum little girl."
She suffered until just after 9, struggling not to cum, squirming in her seat at dinner, feeling her own warmth trickle down her inner thighs as she washed the dishes. Biting her tongue to keep from begging him to take her while she sat on the floor at his feet reading while he dealt with email and other work tasks. Finally, when she thought she wouldn't be able to take it one more second, he told her to go up into the bedroom, strip down to just her panties, stockings and heels ... kneel on the floor at the end of the bed, turn the vibes up on high and wait for him while he took a shower. She was told she still was not allowed to cum.
He, of course, took his time in the shower. Grinning as he listened to her panting and whimpering in the next room. When he stepped back into the room, he watched her for a bit. He knew she was having trouble kneeling because she was wiggling and squirming so much. Her entire body was flushed pink with the strain of his denial. He wondered if she might actually begin to cry with frustration and need.
Her panties were dripping and she could feel the heat coating her legs. She wondered briefly if she had ever been this wet before. She felt frantic, wild, desperate ... and all she wanted was Him. He stepped close to her, and she saw he was still naked from the shower, and her will broke enough that she began to beg. "Please Master, Your girl needs You. Please let me cum for You. Please take me. i'll do anything, just touch me and kiss me...." Her words were cut off by his own words ... "Turn off the vibes and take them out," he whispered to her.
