"Sit back and present yourself."
"What?" he asks, surprised of the sudden change of tone. The show credits swim by on the TV.
She had a shitty day at work, her boss had been extra bitchy about the littlest things. She needed someone to take it out on.
She makes a stern face at him, her lower lip curling under her teeth, her head cocked ever to the side, and he immediately gets the message.
Afraid to look her in the eye any longer, he sits back on the couch and loosens the tie at the top of his shorts, then quickly steps out of them, kicking them off to the side. The budge in his boxer briefs is already big, and growing by the second. She gazes down at it, a warm feeling deep inside her blooms as he fishes it out from between the folds of the briefs, the pink swollen head pushing up against the fabric as it escapes its confines, pushing up and out, into the air, the shaft throbs hard and she has to bite her lower lip to contain her hungry smile.
He whimpers, afraid of her next move, refusing to look her in the eye. His pathetic, pleading face would only encourage her to push the limits farther, and he wasn't sure he could handle much more harsh pain, his cock was still swollen from an earlier beating this morning, as she demanded to inspect his morning wood, waking from a wet dream.
"Wow," she purrs, marveling at the amount of precum already dribbling down the side of his cock head. "We're very exited, aren't we?"
"Mmmph.." he mumbles and nods. Unacceptable. She swats his hands away from the base of his cock and grabs it firmly with her left hand, quickly raising her right hand in the air.
"What was that?" she barely whispers, she can't stand when he breaks the most basic rules.
"Uh! I'm sorry Mistress, I will answer clearly and appropriately. He gasps loudly as she pretends to bring her right hand down across his shaft, only to stop inches away from it. She chuckles slyly, shakes her head. Her pet could be so fucking pathetic at times.
Instead of slapping it she grips the head with her right palm and gives it a few pumps. He snaps his head back and let's put a deep appreciative moan.
"Yeah, you like that don't you, pet?" she says, watching him closely.
"Yes Mistress. It feels amazing. Thank you."
Good. Loud and clear.
She stops immediately.
Flicks the head.
He lets out a small yelp.
"Fetch the wand." she orders, and he reaches behind some cushions and hands it to her with both hands.
"Your wand, Mistress."
She flicks it on medium and pulls the side of her shorts over, her panties damp already from all the excitement, pushing them aside. The Hitachi starts working it's magic, vibrating crazily against the outer lips of her pussy, she bites her lips and a small moan escapes from her throat. He swallows and watches her with fascination, enjoying the shocked faces she makes as the vibrations take over her body. She starts to pull down her tank top, her beautiful breasts starting to pour out, the nipple of her left one barely peeking over the hem of the top.
He wants so badly to touch her, or even be allowed to stroke his cock, but neither is allowed, and he knows it. Those are some of the more strict rules - the ones with not so fun punishments. He can't look away. His mouth feels dry and he's so fucking horny watching an absolute Goddess pleasure herself in front of him. He is so fucking lucky and he knows it. He savors every second.
She's getting closer now, writhing, and turns it up all the way. She remembers her boss, and despite the waves of pleasure, suddenly feels a little ticked off. Her eyes dart at him and he immediately senses what's coming.
She puts the wand aside and grabs his face with both hands, eyes locked into his, daggers glaring into them. With one hand still cradling his face, she slaps his cheek a few times, grinning as he squirms, trying to move away. Such a fucking weakling.
