"So slave, I bet you've been looking forward to this day haven't you, after all, it's been a whole twelve days since I put you on 'stop' hasn't it?"
"Yes Mistress."
"And have you followed my instructions about not allowing yourself to cum during that time slave?"
"100% Mistress."
She smiled and allowed her hand to gently slide across my stomach, towards my hard, aching cock.
"Good slave, you look so gorgeous tied down like this, I could almost forget myself and..." her voice trailed off and my cock twitched as her fingertip trailed up the underside, desperate for stimulation.
"Well slave, I certainly believe you when you tell me that you haven't cum since I put you on 'stop', because you wanted this so badly and I'm sure you wouldn't risk the ultimate punishment that I warned you about if you jerked yourself off without my permission. You remember what that punishment was don't you slave?"
"Yes Mistress, you told me that if I made myself cum without your permission, then you would never make me wait like this again...."
"Precisely slave, and that thought fills you with horror doesn't it, especially now you've tasted the pleasure of denial?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Good slave... so, what about my other little rule, have you obeyed that too?"
I hesitated. I knew she was going to ask this and I knew that I couldn't truthfully tell her that I had obeyed her.
"No Mistress."
"No slave? Oh dear...although I can't say I'm surprised...."
She curled her hand around my throbbing shaft and oh-so-gently stroked it.
"...your poor cock looks so hard, if I was you I would have wanted to stroke it too."
"Thank you for understanding Mistress."
"Understanding slave? I don't think so... you are still going to punished for it, don't you worry. It's just a question of how."
She looked over at the paddle on the bedside table, then back at me, and smiled.
"Hmm, not this time," she sighed. "But don't worry, you'll be punished."
"Thank you Mistress."
She smiled again and stroked a little harder. I sighed with pleasure, my hips rising up to maximise the movement.
"Keep still slave," she snapped. "I decide how much pleasure I allow you, not you."
"Sorry Mistress."
I dropped my hips back to the bed and relaxed as she teased my pulsing meat.
"I think we need some lube, lots and lots of lube..."
Mistress reached over, past the paddle and retrieved the bottle of lube. She upended it above my cock and squeezed out a thick stream of lube which cascaded over the head of my cock and down the shaft. She massaged my cock with her hand and then used her palm to stimulate the exposed head of my cock. The pleasure was so intense I almost came, but she released me just in time, then paused for a few seconds to allow me to compose myself before stroking the length of my cock again.
"So slave, I have some questions I want to ask you."
"Yes Mistress."
"First of all I want to know how many times you touched your poor, aching cock when I told you that you weren't allowed to."
I hesitated again, and she squeezed my prick hard.
"I don't know Mistress."
"You don't know?"
"No Mistress."
"Is that because you've forgotten or is it because there was simply too many times to remember?"