"There are rules, but they're for both of us. The goal is for us both to enjoy this. If you don't enjoy this, then you're welcome to stop. But if you ever do, then we're over. I don't do 'in and out' of relationships."
Sarah and I were back at my apartment, after dinner. Here is how it happened
After calling her and spending a few days trying to find a time we would both be free, we settled on Friday evening. I met her at my place and drove us to what turned into our first official date, and had no idea what to expect. She was sweet, and I could tell that she had gone all out to dress nicely for the sushi restaurant she had picked out. She wore a long navy pencil skirt, a tan button up blouse, tan shoes and a delicate silver necklace. Definitely not what she had worn to work that day.
We were in a round corner booth, and had somehow drifted into each other as the evening wore on.
I was new-ish to sushi, and she encouraged me to try a few things and see what I liked.
"Who knows what will turn out to be your new favorite."
She said it casually, but as she did her hand drifted over my thigh and just over my package.
Her hand sat there absent-mindedly stroking over the head of my cock and down my thighs until I stopped eating entirely.
"Don't tell me you're done already." Her throaty whisper in my ear moved its way down my spine.
"No, I'm just enjoying what you're doing, sweetheart."
"Oh really?"
Her hand moved slowly back up the inside of my leg. I thought that she was going for my dick agin but she went past it. To the side. Her hand smoothed against my belly.
"Mmmhm..."
I slowly moaned. I started to be worried I was going to get too loud at the restaurant. No one was seated near us, but if she was wanting to jerk me off in public then someone would definitely notice. Her hand was so soft.
It hand slid down me, from my belly inside my boxers, and for a moment enveloped my dick before wrapping around my balls.
With her free hand she used chopsticks to pick up a piece of fish. She was so dexterous, and casual. To anyone else in the restaurant it just looked like she was relishing her meal.
She closed her hand on my balls. I let out a surprised gasp and started to move away, but she pulled me down. Her thumb and index finger had wrapped tightly around the base of my scrotum, and the other fingers were clinching.
"Tell me you like this." Sarah leaned over like she was going to nuzzle me, but whispered something else in my ear.
"Tell me you like the pain."
I could feel the hurt in my kidneys. Wet welled up behind my eyes and every part of my body needed it to stop. But she was right. I did like the hurt, because it came from her.
"I do. I like it."
She let go and I immediately missed the squeezing. I gasped and caught my breath. My cheeked pushed into hers and I realized how flushed I must have gotten. Sarah's hand drifted back away from me and I was sorry to know it was ending. Sarah half stood and kissed me on the forehead before settling back next to me.
The waitress, walked up and asked if we enjoyed the meal. Sarah spoke for both of us.
"We did, but I think that the wasabi was almost too much for him. He is still getting used to it."
"Yes, he does look a little red. First time?"
I nodded, and she left the check. I looked over to Sarah. It felt like I had passed some test I didn't quite understand. Regardless, I was proud.
Sarah insisted on paying for both meals, and we walked to the front door of the restaurant. Just before we got outside she let out one loud smack on my ass.
"All mine." She said casually.
I was embarrassed, but proud. I didn't know what being hers meant, but I'm glad that's what I was.
We rode back in my car and joked around. At a light I turned and grabbed her left hand, not really sure what I wanted to do, but knowing I wanted to do it with her. I kissed each finger back and forth until the car behind us honked. When I looked up I discovered that the light was green, but neither of us had noticed. She pushed my hand away and laughed.
"Watch the road mister." But then grabbed my hand back right away. I drove the rest of the way without a word, but holding her hand.
Back at my apartment afterwards Sarah turned serious again. She pulled a red candle from her handbag, stood it on my counter and lit it with an old Bic.
"There are rules, but they're for both of us." As she started her speech she took something small and metal out from her handbag. I was mostly listening, but curious what it was. It clinked as she set it in my counter and tilted the candle over it. Whatever it was, would be waxed to my counter soon.
"Pay attention! This is very important." I snapped back to focus. She continued.
"This is one key, and as you can see, it stays here. I have the other one with me, and will use it sometimes. You can use this key anytime you want, but if you do then, our relationship is over. It doesn't matter how mean I've been or what I have done or not done. If you take this key, I'll never do another thing for you again. Understood?"
"I understand, but I still don't see what is so important about that key, especially since you will have the other one."
"I'm getting to that. First, I want you to strip completely. And don't get excited, you will not be having sex tonight."
I wasn't sure I believed her about no sex, but I was excited to get naked with her. I assumed she would too, but she just stood back with an impatient glare. Suddenly I didn't feel excited, just like I was being scolded. My shirt and jeans were already off, and I stopped at my boxer briefs.
"I've already seen what little you're packing, and I came back here anyway. I'm obviously not going to be disappointed."
That one stung, but I complied. I slipped my underwear down, and was suddenly reminded that I had manscaped before the date. No razor, but clippers in the shower to make everything tidy. Trimming makes some guys look bigger, but it doesn't for my dick.
"It really is cute isn't it?" Sarah said, mostly to herself.
She took a step towards me and cupped my balls again.
"Can you get a bowl of ice for the next part?"
"Sure but what are we-." She put a finger to my lips to shush me.
"You'll see. And if you don't like it, we'll stop." She smiled sweetly. I walked to the other side of the kitchen. She didn't say how much ice, or how big of a bowl. I wanted to show my obedience, so I grabbed a small mixing bowl, emptied a mostly full ice tray into it and walked back.
"Perfect! Hold on to it for a minute." She cupped my balls and slowly stroked my dick. I leaned forward to kiss her, and she turned her head up to meet me. I was confused, but enjoying every bit. We kept kissing, as my balls started to lift on their own. I wasn't on the edge, but was coming up on it. She pulled back slightly and spoke sweetly to me.
"What kind of dick do you have?"
"What?"
"What kind is it?"
"What do you mean?"
The hand on my balls lifted slightly and the stroking stopped. I looked down and her eyes met mine.
"Do you have a big cock?"
"Umm... no."
"Do you have a thick cock?"
"Definitely not."
"Is it.....average?" She quickly squeezed and released my balls. It hurt, and I stumbled, but found my footing. She asked me again.
"What kind of dick do you have?"
"A little one. It is under five inches, and thin. I have a little dick."
"Bingo." She whispered.
Both of Sarah's hands let go of me. I didn't know what she was doing until I felt the cold against me. I shrieked.
"Don't back away. You back away and I leave. Understood?"
I nodded. My voice was gone.
"Good, now I'll take the bowl, you hold this ice against your little dick until I tell you to stop."
