Punishment

You slowly wake up, to the slight tugging at your wrists. You try to stretch, to find yourself bound at the wrists and ankles. You snap your eyes open, only to find him sitting there smiling at you, the room softly lit. He would look almost angelic, save for the wicked smile on his face.

"Oh look who's awake now."

You struggle but the restraints are snug as always. You notice the covers are off you and as you sleep nude, you feel quite vulnerable. Your legs are restrained open, and you already feel the heat growing between your thighs. Still, you won't go down without a fight.

"What the fuck?"

"You were such a brat last night, talking back and not listening. I think you have forgotten what happens to brats." He matches your glare.

You bite your lip, and try to look innocent, but your body betrays you. Your nipples stand erect, and you know he can tell you are already wet.

"Soooorrry..?"

He just shakes his head and reaches over the side of the bed. He puts your favorite Magic Wand on the bed next to your leg, then your most powerful clit sucker. You let out a little involuntary moan, before making the effort to shush yourself. You hope in vein that he didn't notice.

He turns on the wand, and its buzz sounds more like a roar to you. He slowly moves it back and forth over your body, without touching your skin, causing you to squirm. He slowly presses the head into the flesh of your thigh, and the vibrations seem to flood your system. You arch your back as he teases your nipples with the wand, eyes squeezed shut. After a moment, he slides it down your throat, resting the buzzing head on your lower abdomen. The sensations radiate down to your pussy, and the throbbing makes you whimper.

"Please", you gasp.

His wicked grin returns, and he slowly slides the wand down between your legs. You cry out, straining against your bonds. The buzzing takes on a wet sound, as your body slowly climbs to a peak. You squeeze your eyes shut and start to drown in pleasure..and then the sensations are gone. Your eyes fly open, and you see him grinning at you, holding up your favorite toy, its head glistening with your juices. He watches your breathing slow down, your body relax, and then he returns the wand to your clit.

You look at him in horror, well aware of how well he knows your cues, how you can't control your body when an orgasm looms. You are well aware that he can continue this for as long as he is amused by your whining and crying. You already feel your body tightening, your hips rising to meed the vibrations. You stare up at his face, begging him to let you cum. He watches you like a bird of prey, taking in every expression, every movement, every flush of your skin. With a sudden movement, he pulls the toy away again, and you wail in frustration.

Again and again you come within seconds of cumming, only to have it stolen away. You are panting, glistening with sweat, and the sheet underneath you is soaked. Every time he moves the wand back to your throbbing pussy you beg him to stop, or let you cum. He ignores your pleas, treating you like his toy, to torment and play with.

After at least an hour of this torture (you don't know exactly how long; he moved the clock off the nightstand so you can't see it), he finally shuts the wand off, and sits back, studying you. You know you must be a mess; dipping wet, flushed skin, pretty sure you had been drooling at one point. Your heart leaps when he stand up, and takes off his cloths. You stare at his stiff cock, hoping for the release you have been craving. He slides over your body, to keel between your thighs. You stare at his face, but he ignores you, gazing down at your pussy.

He leans forward, and your lift your hips, waiting to feel him slip inside you. Instead..he starts to rub his cock between your legs, over your clit. You start shaking your head in frustration, as the smooth hot skin slides over your already overly stimulated body. You can hear the wet sounds of your own juices as he slowly slides back and forth. His small sounds of satisfaction are maddening, and you beg him to fuck you.

"Like this?", he asks, slowing rubbing the head of his cock against your entrance.

"YES", you sob, trying to push your hips forward, fighting the restraints.

He almost penetrates you, a fraction of an inch more and he would be inside you, before pulling back again. You curse at him, thrashing against your bonds, and he laughs. He starts slapping his cock against your clit, each wet smack sending a jolt of pleasure through you, an electric shock of torment and lust. He alternates between the slapping and sliding over you, leading you closer to cumming each time, yet dragging you away, until there are tears in your eyes. At long last he slides out from between you legs, and lies down next to you, stroking your hair. You do your best to glare at him, but can't help to start to relax from his tender touch. The throbbing between your legs is still like your heartbeat, but you are not on the razor edge any longer.

You close your eyes and sigh, wondering if your ordeal is over..when he shifts and you hear the sound of your clit sucking toy power up. You let out a yell but its too late. He slips his arm between your thighs and fastens the toy onto you. Already over stimulated, this borders on pain, and your fingers dig into the sheet below you. You lose conscious control over much of your body, talking in half phrases, and pumping your hips against the toy. He still, somehow, manages to pull it off of your clit just before you cum, leaving you engorged and aching for release.

This became your entire universe, pleasure balanced with pain, begging for release. The toy would suckle your most sensitive area into ever increasing engorgement, only to be pulled away at the last possible moment, with just enough time in between for your body to recover enough that it didn't cross the line into true pain. You had no idea of how long it went on, or how many times you were brought to the brink, just that suddenly there was silence, save for your pounding heart, and panting.

You feel his hand, gently lifting your head, and cold water touches your lips. You drink greedily, suddenly aware of just how dehydrated you feel. He then hand feeds you your favorite chocolates, and you accept them gladly. A tiny voice in the back of your head screams to you that you are still restrained, that its not over, but you push it away, glad for the respite of constant sensation, and for the much needed care. After you drink and eat your fill, you gaze up at him, waiting to be unrestrained and taken. He smiles down at you softly, cupping your face in his hand. His hands run over your neck, your shoulder, along your arm. It lingers on the restraint, and you feel relief wash over you. His fingers hook into the restraint, tugging it softly..before pulling away. He gets off the bed, and walks to the closet, as you call after him in confusion. He returns shortly, with a wide leather belt, with multiple small straps hanging from the front. Your foggy mind is unable to make sense of it until he starts buckling your wand into it. You start to struggle all over again, shaking your head and begging him not to do this to you. He ignores you, finishing strapping the wand in place and ensuring a tight fit.

He kneels next to you, and starts to try to put the belt around your waist. You go limp, forcing him to try to lift your hips. Whenever he gets some success, you push your hips back into the bed. He lets out a long suffering sigh, and reaches for the sucker. He puts it on your clit without powering it on, as a warning. You try to kick him away, to no effect because of the restraints. He glares at you, and hits the button. The suction instantly takes your breathe away, and causes your hips to rise off the bed. He slips the belt under you before you slam your hips back to the bed, and you quickly buckles you in, removing the toy so that the head of the wand sits tightly against your pussy and clit. You try to buck your hips to move where its seated, but all that happens is that you make the head smack against you and rub your clit.

"Bastard!"

He smirks at you, and hits the button. The vibrations hit harder than normal because you are so sensitive, and you cry out. Ironically you fight your body's response, not wanting to give in. You tighten every muscle, growling. You know once you lose the battle, there will be no coming back. He shakes his head, and just puts the power on the wand up to its max. It roars against you, and your body explodes with spasms. You scream out as your orgasm overwhelms you, hips bucking and back arching as high off the bed as possible. The initial orgasm doesn't fade as much as subsides into a series of smaller bursts, like waves lapping at the shore. All the pent up tension focuses on your throbbing pussy, and the bursts get harder and faster until you are crying out again, your entire body going tense and then collapsing repeatedly. You have no thoughts, nothing exists outside the waves of pleasure, and the ache of your body.

Over time you start to shake and moan, as the full body effect drains your energy, and starts to become as much pain as pleasure. You force your eyes open, and struggle to gasp out your safe word. You KNOW he hears your attempts, but he sits there unmoved as your cumming makes the full word disappear into your cries and groans. You focus all your will, and cry out your safe word. He instantly moves to shut the toy off, unbuckles the belt, and opens your restraints. You curl into a fetal position, sobbing, as your body is still wracked with orgasmic aftershocks. He gathers you up into his arms, massaging your wrists where they are reddened from fighting the restraints. You rest your head against his bare chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"So have you learned a lesson? Are you going to stop the bratting?"

You raise your face slightly from his chest, and release a shaky sigh:

"No."