This is a story I wrote for the guy I've been seeing. He suggested I post it. I hope you enjoy it as much as he did.
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I thought about you this morning.
I thought about us waking up in your bed. You tracing your fingertips up and down my body, and lifting your thigh between my legs so I can grind on it like the slut only you know I really am. I thought about you grabbing my wrists and tying them together above my head so I can't touch myself. My pleasure is completely under your control this morning. I thought you kissing my forehead, nose, cheeks, lips, chin, collar bone, breasts, nipples, stomach, hips, thighs. Your mouth hovering over the place I crave it most when your alarm goes off.
Fuck, I hate that noise. You stand up, walk over to the nightstand and pick up your phone. You turn off the alarm, but your attention stays on it. You're a busy man. You have work to do. I manage to regain your attention when I beg for you to touch me.
"Princess, I have a meeting in 5 minutes that I need to get ready for."
I let out a groan and pout. "Please," I beg in desperation.
You sigh and place you phone back on the table. You walk to the end of the bed, and I spread my legs for you in anticipation. You climb onto the bed and place your hands either side of my chest so your body hovers over mine. You bring your face close like you're about to kiss me but instead you whisper "I am going to make you cum this morning. But you're just going to have to be patient."
You slide off the bed and head to the bathroom. You start to get ready for your morning while I'm tied to your bed and desperate. I pull at the ties around my wrists and they don't budge. If I can't have you between my legs right now, I would have settled for my own hand, but I can't even have that.
You get out of the shower, dry yourself off, brush your teeth, and get dressed while I lie here in complete desperation, begging for you to touch me. You continue to ignore me while you open the blinds to let the light in. Your apartment overlooks the river and lucky for me, you hadn't even had the chance to undress me before your alarm went off so the people riding the ferry this morning will only see a woman on skimpy pyjamas lying in bed with her arms over her head.
You shuffle through my overnight bag until you find my vibrator. You place the toy on a pillow and position it between my legs.
"This meeting will go for an hour. Once it's over, I'm going to give you everything you want, but you have to be patient", you tell me. "In the meantime, you're going to lie here, quietly, with the vibrator against your pussy and be a good girl for me. Can you do that?"
"Yes, sir" I say, nodding desperately.
You place your index finger over your lips and with the remote, you turn the toy onto the first setting. I gasp and you shoot me a look. "Do I have to gag you?" you ask me.
I shake my head in response. I want to be good for you.
"Okay" you say, "but if you distract me, there will be consequences."
You walk out of the room and leave me there, rocking my hips and grinding on the dull vibrations. I hear you connect to your meeting and all the other voices engage in small talk. Someone asks you how your morning is. "Good," you say, "taking it easy. Working from home has its benefits".
You turn the intensity of the vibrator up to test me. I stifle a moan as my pleasure builds more quickly and then you turn it off. The absence of the vibration is harder to endure in silence than the presence. I start humping the pillow harder and faster to give me the stimulation my pussy craves.
The meeting gets underway you turn the vibrator back on the lowest setting and I have to bite my cheek to stop from moaning out loud.
After a while, I can tell you're bored because you're using the remote to pulse the vibrations. Low-medium-high-off. Low-medium-high-off. Every now and then you switch up the duration of each phase. Sometimes you make me sit on the highest intensity for a minute, sometimes you turn it off for two. Not knowing what's coming next is torturous.
Every now and then little moans escape my lips that I'm certain you can't hear. The longer this goes on, the less I'm able to control them. I want to beg you to let me cum, but you made it quite clear that I'm not to make a sound.
I'm unable to stifle a moan that you hear from the other room. The vibrations stop and I hear you excuse yourself from the meeting.
You enter the room and look down at me from the doorway. "Here I was, giving you something to do while I'm doing some work, but I can't even trust you to play quietly. What a shame".
You open your closet and grab a tie. You tie a knot in the middle as you walk over to me. "Open" you say. I obey and open my mouth. You place the knot in my mouth and tie it at the back of my head.
"You're lucky I don't take your toy away from you. Now, quiet". I nod and you turn the vibrator back on to the highest setting. I moan into the gag and once you're satisfied that it's going to do the job, you turn the vibrator back to the lowest setting and leave the room.
The rest of the hour passes as you attend your meeting while simultaneously keeping me on edge. You can't even see me, but you somehow know what to do to keep me going but never making me cum.
