After several episodes of introducing ourselves to the roles of Master and Sub, our respective roles came very naturally. You are an excellent Master -- giving me everything I ever wanted from sexual restraint that was to the point of sheer torture to sexual release so intense, I go cum with fiery explosions repeatedly. Every day, I fall more in love with you and yearn to see you, wondering what you have in store for me next. Tonight is no different, even though I'm tired from work. Rest is, evidently, not in your repertoire any longer. At least, not for me. That's okay as I'm refreshed by your attention.
For the most part, I'm a good sub. Although, I have to admit, I am sometimes intentionally defiant in order to feel the glory of my punishment. My pussy tingles and drips just thinking about the warming of my ass against the paddle and my nipples aching with painful pleasure from the clothespins we now keep bedside. I love to feel you sucking hard on my clitoris, just to leave me swollen and wanting, gaping with need. I also love the shattering orgasms that I have ... eventually.
The first thing I do when I get home is walk to the bedroom and slip off my 4" inch stilettos -- which you now demand that I wear for work, since you occasionally decide to surprise me on my lunches. Like most subs, I'm not to wear panties beneath my work attire. However, you've refrained from dictating whether I should wear slacks or a skirt. Due to the professionalism necessary to keep up appearances at work, I must also wear a bra. But we've gone shopping and bought ones that were to your liking. Instead of full cups, they are all demi-cups that push my breasts up out, leaving my nipples exposed. Some of my blouses are sheer enough that they are clearly visible through the material. You have made a concession that when I wear one, I may also wear a suit jacket, but that I must walk around the office with it unbuttoned, risking others getting a good look at my dark, pointed tips. You've also told me that if we meet for lunch, regardless of temperature or weather conditions, I am to leave my jacket on the back of my office chair until I return. I've managed to mostly avoid wearing those blouses with the exception of maybe twice. For practical reasons, I do have concerns about my status at work should I flaunt myself in such a manner too frequently -- despite the erotic thoughts and sensations that accompany such public displays. My nipples stay hard all day and somehow, I've managed to wear a skirt both times (yes, it was twice now that I think about it). I hate pantyhose, which means I was also bare-assed under my skirt. I swear, my pussy juice was dripping down my legs all day and could be smelled across the entire office.
Fortunately, today was not one of those days. I sit on the edge of the bed and rub the ball of my feet for a moment before getting up to slip out of my work attire and go about my evening cleansing routine. Although somewhat demanding on my already exhausted self, it was also refreshing -- the warm shower, the sweet scent of my favorite soap, and the mindless activity of shaving. I'm feeling a little less fatigued now, with my skin glowing from the moist warmth. I coat myself in a jasmine oil to soften as well as adding a light floral aroma to my body without over-kill.
It's now custom that I do these things before when I get home from work, regardless of what shift you're on. I also have a few bits of "lounge wear" that I am to wear around the house now. Today's selection is a white wide-meshed "beach" gown with nothing underneath. My hair is to be fully down and brushed and around my neck, a light choker chain commonly found at a pet store. The cold steel on my warmed skin causes my nipples to pucker, poking out through the holes of the gown. I'm now "dressed" and ready for you to come home, with one exception.
I go back to the bedroom and lay down on the made bed, spreading my legs as wide as they'll go. I've brought in the jasmine oil and put a couple of small drops on my middle finger of my right hand. With my left, I pull my labia apart, revealing all the secrets within. I start to massage the oil around the insides of my lips and my clit, teasing myself to erection. Slowly, I circle the nub, sensitizing it and making my pussy wet with desire. I start to massage and rub faster, moving my left hand up to pinch and twist my own nipples, now fully distended through the mesh. It doesn't take long for my juices to flow freely and my legs start to shake. But I'm not allowed to cum. Every day, I have to masturbate for 20 minutes without cumming. I reach down to the drawer on my nightstand and pull out my dildo and slowly begin to insert it into my waiting cunt. I've only been playing with myself for about 5 minutes. My need grows quickly these days. It's getting harder and harder to go this far without going over.
I shove the plastic cock in, needing to feel it's fullness, and I moan, stroking my clit faster and harder. Slowly, I pull it out, imagining it's your cock that's inside me, pleasuring and teasing me into this insanity. Slowly, slowly... I groan, wanting so much to just ram it in and out and furiously masturbate until my cream covers you... it. But I keep it at a level pace, feeling the ache inside building. That familiar sweet ache signifying my desperate need for you. In... out..... in.... out... oh god... I want to cum. I grit my teeth and keep going, now removing my hand from my swollen button to flick my nipples. It keeps me on the edge, but I won't cum just by playing with my tits, thank god. After a few moments, as I'm feeling the need to orgasm start to fade, I go back to my clit, rubbing and fucking myself faster... I know my time is almost up. My legs start to shake again as I get closer to and hang on the precipice, grinding my teeth in the effort to maintain control of the pending explosion... oh god.. here it comes... I can't stop it ...
BUZZZZZZ!!!!!!
The timer I had set before hand to let me know when I needed to stop makes me jump almost out of my skin. My pussy is drenched and pulsing, my nipples, perpetually hard anyway, red and hurting with need. Just before I went over.. one more stroke and that would have been it. I whimper, wondering as I do sometimes, how on earth I can stand this another moment. As much as I enjoy some of your punishments, I definitely have no desire to experience any more that are related to cumming when I'm not allowed to. I force myself off the bed, walking gingerly so as not to accidentally set myself off. I grab the dildo and go to the bathroom to clean it off and then go and put it away. You'll be home soon. I lay down on the bed, spreading my legs so you can see my wetness and my desire unfulfilled. It's how you know I've done what I'm supposed to without disobeying.
I'm so tired, even though I want you beyond imagination. I lay there, comfortable with the exception of the emptiness between my thighs and my tits being painfully swollen. I try to ignore them and manage to do so well enough to doze off for a few minutes.
Something warm, wet and soft gently sliding over my clit wakes me up. I don't move or make a sound other than a quiet sigh to let you know that I've woken up. My legs are spread as far as they can go, which gives you plenty of space to play as you wish. You continue to lick me slowly, in that very spot that you know can send me to pleasurable oblivion as quickly -- or as slowly -- as you desire. You are not touching me anywhere else. Just flat, soft strokes with your tongue. Not enough to get me off, but enough to make me want to squirm and cry out for more. But I don't. I just lay there and let the sound of my increase in breathing be your meter. You back away for a moment... just long enough to let me feel a little bereft -- and suddenly, you lunge at my cunt, your lips grab my clit and you pull and suck on it viciously.
I know better than to move an inch -- not even my hands in your hair, so I grab the bed covers instead and force my hips to stay flat, biting my lip to keep the moans from escaping. I can feel my juices coating the bedding underneath me, my clit pounding with nerve endings just ready to pop in your mouth. Your tongue and teeth scrape over it harshly, almost completing my journey. You pull up, taking my cunt with you, me countering the force as much as possible, the suction on that nub so intense, it's hard to fight against it. The pre-orgasmic explosions are not helping. My hole is so ready for something.. anything... hot and grasping for it's compliment. But still, you stay on my clit, driving me insane, struggling to hold back when my body is screaming for release -- a release that I'm certain I will not be able to contain a moment longer. You're forcing it to succumb, despite my tremendous efforts.
Suddenly, you let go and my hips crash back onto the bed, my breathing rapid and shallow, my cunt so fucking on fire that I swear I can't take it for another second and seriously consider begging for you and telling you that I can't do this game anymore. Before I have the chance, though, you finally speak...
"Are you ready, love?"
"For what, Sir?"
You just smile. We've installed various hooks and clips to the bed and walls, masking them as being for some other practical purpose. One of them is attached to the wall that our bed is against, just over where you sleep. You motion me over to it and indicate I'm to put my back to the wall and my wrists together. As expected, you tie them tightly, but not high up enough so that I have no upward mobility with my shoulders. You again motion for me to change positions so that you can tie my legs in your favorite position... my calves to my thighs. As you're working, I notice your hard on and can't keep my eyes off that beautiful piece of meat, hidden though it still is. My cunt drips on the bed, hungry for you. I'm not sure what you have in store, but I'm certain it will be fun. I haven't earned your displeasure, so I should get to cum tonight.
Finally, done with your work, you stand up and take a look and nod.
