He had been waiting for this night for what to him seemed like an eternity. It had been almost three weeks since he had last been in her presence. He had spent that whole time yearning, anticipating, and fantasizing, and now it was Friday night and he was finally at her door. He tried to savor the last few seconds of anticipation.
Before tonight, because of his family situation, he had always only met her for a few blissful hours at a time. One time they had both played hooky from work and they had spent a whole day together. Their time together always was too short. But this time it was different. This time he was free for the whole weekend. There would be no interruptions, no distractions and no reason to leave until Sunday evening. The possibilities seemed endless.
She had playfully toyed with him over the phone this past week, telling him in her seductive voice how she had something very 'special' planned for him. "Are you hard thinking about this weekend, sweetie?" she whispered over the phone. "Just wait 'til I finally get you to myself for the weekend. I've got some naughty surprises planned for you!" But she would not give him any details. "You don't want to spoil the surprise, do you sweetie?" She only told him she wanted him strong and rested for the weekend.
He had dressed to impress her. He had spent hours picking out the perfect shirt and slacks, even though he hoped he would be spending very little time wearing any clothes over the next two days. He had a bottle of Veuve Clicquot in one hand, and a bouquet of red roses in the other.
The door opened and the radiant vision of the perfect woman he saw in front of him made his legs wobbly. She was wearing a frilly black, satin bra that accentuated her amazing hourglass figure. Dangling suggestively just above her cleavage was the Egyptian cartouche he had given her. This was complemented by frilly black satin panties, and thigh high stockings with garters. She towered above him in 4 inch patent leather Christian Louboutin pumps that he had sent to her for her birthday. All he could do was gaze in awe at her with his mouth gaping and cock bulging noticeably in his trousers. She smiled, knowingly glancing at the bulge in his pants and said "hi sweetie, it is so good to see you." Still stunned by her radiance, she pulled him in the door and wrapped her arms around his body, giving him a kiss that he felt like electricity through his whole being.
"Oh, flowers for me? You are such a sweet man! And you know how much I love Veuve Clicquot. Make your self at home in the living room while I put this champagne on ice and take care of these roses", she said taking the gifts from him and making her way into the kitchen, heels clicking on the wooden floor. As she walked she sniffed the roses and declared, "why, you must be the sweetest man in the world!"
"It is because of you, my queen. All I want to do is anything I can to please you and make you smile", he said while settling down into a sofa in the living room. He tried to calm himself down a bit, looking at the candles that had been lit around the room, but was unable to when she came strutting into the living room with a bucket of ice holding the champagne and two champagne flutes.
"Here sweetie, pour us both a glass so we can make the first toast", she said. Once poured, she held up her glass and waited for him to toast.
"May all of our fantasies become realities tonight," he said, downing the contents of the flute.
"Mmmm, what a great toast," she purred, and brought the flute to her lips. He noticed that she left a burgundy mark of lipstick on the rim of her flute. He couldn't help but imagining those burgundy lips wrapped around a certain part of his anatomy. She placed the flute on the coffee table and then put one hand on her hip and the other in her hair, while giving a little bump and grind. "So, what do you think of the little outfit I'm wearing for you? You know about my little fascination with the dark side of things, and I think of this outfit as my gothic wear!"
"It is stunning. You are a true Goddess in the flesh," he said while patting the space next to him on the sofa, inviting her to sit down.
"Yes, I do look pretty damn sexy in this, don't you think?" she asked with a devilish grin while sitting down on the sofa. She didn't wait for an answer and gave him a deeper kiss this time, using her lips to playfully and suggestively suck on his mouth.
"So I thought we would just stay in tonight for dinner, I hope you don't mind," she whispered, while slowly tracing the outline of his erection with her French tipped fingernails.
"No, my Queen. I don't mind. We should try to have as much time alone with each other as possible."
"I didn't think you would mind," she laughed while giving a little squeeze to his cock through his pants. "So since I have you here all to myself, why are your clothes still on?" She unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his zipper, and then with a quick motion pulled his pants off of his legs. His cock was bulging somewhat uncomfortably in his boxer-briefs. She playfully ran her fingers along the seam of his underpants while he groaned. She then quickly pulled the underpants down his legs and off of his body. Free from the confines of his underwear, his cock sprang to attention, jutting out from his body. As he began unbuttoning his shirt she took the cock in her hands and gave it a few playful squeezes. "So let's see how our little friend is doing tonight," she said while expertly manipulating his cock. It was literally purple with desire and she remarked with a laugh, "well it looks pretty happy to see its owner after all this time."
The last time they had seen each other, he had offered ownership of his cock to her. He had said that he wanted her to always know that even though he couldn't give himself to her and be with her permanently, his cock was her property. At the time she had exclaimed, "oh I love the idea of being a cock mistress!"
Now she was closely examining it, remarking on its size and color, tickling it and giggling at every flinch and groan it caused in him. He was flinching and shaking terribly. "How am I supposed to closely inspect my property with you flinching so much!" she demanded. "Maybe it is best to tie you up while I continue my examination. Come into the bedroom with me."
He followed her into the bedroom and obeyed as she told him to lie down on his back in the middle of her canopy bed. She tied his hands to the top posts of the bed, just tight enough to be secured but not uncomfortable. "Spread your legs. A little wider. Wider. Good." She bound his ankles to the bottom posts of the bed, and he was left in a spread-eagle position.
"Mmmm, that's much better!" she remarked, examining her handiwork. "So where were we? Oh yes, the examination of my property." She puckered up her burgundy colored lips and blew a light stream of air onto the cock-head, and giggled as it twitched and made spasms. She took his balls in her hand, scratched them lightly with her manicured nails, and carefully weighed them with her palm. "Hmmm. These balls seem a bit swollen and heavy. When was the last time you ejaculated?" she asked, green eyes piercingly looking into his own.
"It has been three weeks, my Goddess. The last time I came was when we were together," he answered.
First she laughed thinking it was a joke, but when he remained silent, she looked at him again with those truth serum eyes that pierced right to his soul. "You're serious, aren't you? Why haven't you cum since you last saw me?" she demanded, slightly squeezing his balls now.
"Well, I was really aroused a lot, thinking about you, but it just didn't feel right to do it alone without you." he said.
She smiled. "Are you saying that you only want to cum with me?" with fingertips tickling his balls.
"Yes, only with you," he said, his voice husky with gigantic desire, his arms and legs pulling on his bindings.
"You are such a romantic," she whispered in his ear, her perfume slipping around him and her fingers confoundedly tickling his shaft. "You cum only with me," she smiled, eyes glittering, "I love the idea! It is the best gift that you have yet given to me," and then she passionately and deeply kissed him, lips sucking on his lips and tongue.
His cock felt like it was on fire, that it would explode at any moment. He was getting so close to that point of no return. And then suddenly she broke away from him, and his cock was left bobbing straight up in the air, his hips moving up and down, seeking the friction for his cock that it could not find. Her hand remained just out of reach of his cock, his bonds prohibiting him from getting any closer. "But we must have rules, I like rules, don't you?"
"Yes, yes," he moaned.
"My rules?" her fingers brushed his face.
"Yes," he panted, "anything!"
"I know," she said, her finger scratching his inner thigh, "since I own your cock it's not really up to you at all when you get to cum, is it? You may only cum when I give you permission. I control your orgasms. That's what you want, isn't it?"
