Christie and her submissive, Riley, were cuddling together on the sofa, Riley's head in her lap. Christie was fully clothed, whereas Riley was just in her bra and underwear. They had just began watching a film and Christie's fingers were absent mindedly stroking through Riley's hair. It wasn't long before her fingers started tracing around her submissive's body... Down her neck, across her shoulder, down towards her waist and over her slightly plump stomach. Her touch was feather-light and Riley began squirming under the tickling touch. Her fingers moved lower, slowly getting closer to the sensitive area between Riley's legs. The submissive parted her legs, desperately hoping that her Mistress would keep touching her lower and lower, but the fingers stopped abruptly at the waistband of her underwear. She traced along the waistband several times, seeming to get slower each time.
A small, dejected moan escaped Riley's lips.
"What's wrong, baby?" Christie asked.
"Nothing, Mistress."
"Tell me what's wrong, sweetie" Riley didn't say anything. "Tell me." Christie repeated, with a firmer tone.
"I just really want you to touch me"
"But I am touching you. You can use your words better than that. Tell me exactly what you want."
"I- Um- I want-" She stammered, then felt fingers wrap through her hair and squeeze. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make her focus. A small warning. "I want you to touch me between my legs." Christie let go of her hair.
"Okay, spread them." Riley did as she was told, but was surprised that her Mistress agreed so easily. She didn't dare question it though. She felt the same, ever so light touch on her inner thigh, tracing up and down, slowly, slowly. Every so often they would swap to the other leg, moving down down to just above the knee and up to just below her underwear, but never higher. After a few minutes she began to moan again, as her hips gently rocked. "Shh, baby, pay attention to the film. I'm doing what you said you wanted." A firm hand on Riley's chin turned her face towards the TV screen.
The reality of the situation was setting in for Riley. All she could do was lie there watching the film, getting more and more turned on, as her body was played with like a toy. This went on for what felt like hours, until her Mistress broke the silence.
"I want you to get up and sit on the floor between my legs." Riley obeyed, grateful for a break from the teasing on her thighs. "Rest your arms over my legs." She did so, and then her Mistress stepped her feet between her knees and spread them apart, holding her legs open. It was such an exposing position and didn't help with how desperate Riley was becoming.
The ordeal only got worse when Christie's hands slowly started working their way over Riley's shoulders, down her chest and over her breasts. She had D cups with incredibly sensitive nipples. Her mistress used this to her full advantage, tracing around her nipples, over her bra. She squeezed her submissive's tits, getting gradually harder until it was almost a little painful. Riley gasped and moaned, resting her head back, against her Mistress. She was squirming her hips and legs, however Christie held them firmly with her own, keeping her legs spread.
Christie took hold of Riley's hair in one hand and her jaw in the other. She swiftly adjusted her posture, making her sit upright and looking directly at the TV. "I told you to pay attention to the film. I will not tell you again."
"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress." Riley tried to focus on the film, but she felt her tits get pulled out of her bra. She felt so exposed, with her tits lewdly dangling out of her bra, she felt more naked than if she had no bra on at all. Christie began rolling Riley's nipples between her fingers, eliciting more moans from her. It took all of Riley's concentration to remain looking forwards, watching the film. Christie's fingers pinched down hard on Riley's poor nipples. Riley squealed and scrunched her eyes closed but kept her head in its correct position.
"Good girl" Christie said, and gently rubbed her hands over her submissive's sore nipples. "Good girl"
"Thank you, Mistress" Riley felt a flood of warmth through her body at the compliment from her Mistress. She also felt her cunt clenching and aching from how turned on and desperate she was. She tried to ignore it and watch the film.
After a few minutes of gently rubbing and squeezing Riley's tits, Christie wanted to push her again. This time she squeezed her nipples, but gradually increased the pressure, instead of doing it hard and quick. She squeezed harder and harder until Riley was panting, trying to cope with the pain. Christie leaned forward and whispered in Riley's ear "Good girl, just a little longer, you can take it a little longer for me." She kissed her cheek "That's it, suffer for me, my good girl." She gave one final, hard squeeze, then released her nipples. Riley's head began to drop down as she gasped and panted. Christie swiftly took her chin and guided it to the correct position. Knowing her sub's limits, she held her chin there, helping her to stay in position as she recovered from the pain. Once Riley's breathing slowed back down, Christie released her chin and began teasing her tits again.
The teasing continued throughout the film. Sometimes it was gentle and sometimes rough. At times Christie swapped her attention from playing with Riley's tits, to kissing her neck, sometimes both. The whole time, Riley desperately tried to ignore her frustration and watch the film, but the wet patch underneath her reminded her of where her mind really was. Then the credits began to roll.
"Did you enjoy that film, my little toy?" Riley was excited and embarrassed by being reminded that her body had just been someone else's plaything for a whole film.
"Yes, Mistress"
"I'm glad" Christie removed her feet from between Riley's knees and took her arms down from on top of her legs. "Stretch out as much as you need to." Riley moved around, stretching her limbs and adjusting into a more comfortable position.
"Thank you, Mistress."
"You're welcome" Christie kissed her submissive on the cheek again. After a moment, Christie instructed her "I'm going to get something and when I get back, you will be sitting at the table, knees and ankles together, feet on the floor, back straight and palms on the table."
"Yes, Mistress"
"Oh and don't even think about touching that needy little cunt. I can smell how desperate it is from here." Riley's face flushed bright red.
"Yes, Mistress"
Christie left the room and Riley removed her bra and underwear, placed them on the floor next to the sofa and assumed her position at the table. Her mind raced as she wondered what was going to happen next.
Christie returned and inspected Riley's posture. She made a couple of corrections. "Pull your shoulders back. Stop sticking your chin out." When she was satisfied, she placed several pages of paper and a pen in front of Riley. "Now we'll see how well you paid attention to the film." Riley's eyes looked up, inquisitively. "You have ten minutes to complete this test, based on the film we just watched. Try to answer as many as you can correctly. Your time begins now."
Riley turned over the first page and looked over the questions. "Mistress, there are a hundred questions, I'll never be able to answer them all in time!" she exclaimed.
"Well then you'd better start writing." Christie raised her eyebrows. Riley began scribbling down her answers. Some of the questions were easy, like 'What city was the film set in?' but some were incredibly specific, like 'How many trees were on the street in the first scene?. Riley shook her head.
"Some of these are impossible!" She exclaimed.
"That's enough complaining out of you!" Christie admonished. She left the room and quickly returned carrying a ball gag. Riley's eyes widened but she obediently opened her mouth to allow it in. It was fastened tightly around her head. Now she had another distraction to try to ignore, as she completed her test. Part-way through the test, drool began leaking from the gag and into Riley's naked lap. She had to be careful not to drool onto her test and obscure her answers.
A buzzer sounded. "Time's up, stop writing." Riley put her pen down. "Place your palms back on the table and remain in that position whilst I mark your test."
Christie took a red pen to the test paper, making ticks and crosses across it. Occasionally she tutted and Riley hung her head in shame, she had to quickly correct herself and return to an upright posture.
