Tick Tock 5

Tick-tock, tick-tock...

It's late. You don't know how late as time has no meaning to you anymore. You hear the clock tick-tock. At first you had tried to count the seconds, but you had long since given up.

You don't know how long this punishment has been going on, nor do you know how much longer it will be going on. You knew you would be punished, but that didn't prevent you from committing the crime. You were ordered not to orgasm, Mistress had specifically warned you that the consequences would be dire, but you still released your filthy cum. You thought you'd got away with it after you were told to lick it up, but Mistress had other ideas.

So here you are. Standing alone in the room with a spreader bar attached to your ankles and a taut chain connecting it to the collar around your neck. You are bent over and completely exposed to my desire. Your hands are bound tightly behind your back, so you are unable to move. The pain in your back and shoulders is burning but you know better than to move.

Your head is covered in a latex hood, one of only two things I have allowed you to wear. All that is visible is your slutty mouth hole. Even that isn't yours. I have painted lipstick on your lips to remind you of just what a slut you are. The only other thing you wear is a chastity cage, pink and small, with your pathetic cock tightly confined inside it. Even in this predicament your worthless little cock is trying to get hard.

You hear my heels click on the floor as I approach you. I stroke my fingers over your exposed flesh and let you savour my touch, building the anticipation in you and leaving a trail of goose pimples in my wake. Your body gives an involuntary shiver as you react to the delicate contact. My hand wanders around your body before finding your cage. I give it a little shake and a satisfying blob of pre-cum oozes out. I fondle your balls before giving them a squeeze. You automatically try to protect them by closing your thighs but to no avail. Your struggling only excites me more.

I move to stand in front of your head. Even though the latex hood covers your eyes, you know my pussy is only inches away from your face. I can sense your desperation to have contact with me, to lick me and please me as if that would go some way to making up for what you did.

Instead, I kneel and reach up to pinch your nipples, I tug them and twist them, pull them and stroke them, I do whatever I have to until I have made them hard from my attention. As soon as they are ready, I put the nipple clamps on, and the sudden tightness makes you wince. I attach a chain to the clamps and connect it tightly to your collar. Now, any movement of your head will give your painfully sensitive nipples a pull and remind you of your total submission to me. I give the chain a playful yank and I'm rewarded by your pathetic squeal.

I stand up and brush the tip of my strap-on across your slutty lips. Any surprise you feel at its presence is well contained. Your mouth instinctively opens; ready to receive it. I slide the strap-on into your face and begin to gently fuck your mouth. You are such a slut you no longer fight it, instead you desperately suck on it as it fills your mouth and down your throat. I fuck you like that until the drool is pouring out of you. Now that you're warmed up, I increase my pace. I grab hold of the back of your head and pound your face with my cock. I know you're desperate to cum by now, so I stop. I take my cock out of your mouth and take a step back. A flood of drool has exited your mouth with my cock and it's running down your hood, your lipstick is smeared in a dramatic way.

I look down and realise it's not the only thing pouring out of you. Your cock, so tight in its cage, no longer has just a bit of pre-cum oozing out. Now, there is a long, thick strand of it pouring out of the top of your cage and gathering in a puddle on the floor. I walk around and gently insert a finger into the top of your cage, collecting the puddle that has formed there. I bring my finger to your lips and make you suck your juices off it. You lick it up hungrily. As I remove my fingers from your mouth your head reaches up to try and get every drop. The nipple clamps are tugged hard, and the reminder of your punishment makes you shrink back. I scoop up as much of your filthy juices as I can and feed them to you. Look at you, my pathetic cum slut.

The sight of how turned on you has made me wet, and I reach down to start rubbing my clit. I want to orgasm so hard on your pretty face. I want to grab your head and thrust it into my pussy so you can lick up all the nectar that is pouring out. I want you to taste my juices and feel the wetness on your face.

But not yet. Instead, I collect something from the floor and walk in circles around you, like a lioness inspecting its prey. I stroke my hand gently along your back, down your leg and back up again. You feel my hand as it strokes your hood and over your face. You feel something against your lips and open your mouth. The gag slides into your mouth and is tightly secured behind your head. I bend over and kiss you gently on the top of your hood.

I continue my circling of you until I decide what to do next. You sense me directly behind your exposed behind. Am I going to spank you or fuck you?

The coolness of the lube answers your question. You moan with the anticipation of what's coming. You want it, you need it. You are desperate for the strap-on cock to slide inside and fill you up. You are trying to raise your butt like the cock hungry slut you are. You want to be fucked deep and hard so you can orgasm. Your lust to be fucked makes you forget that it was exactly that indiscretion that got you into this position. You stand there with an eager trepidation. Your pathetic cock is now straining at the bars of its cage.

I bend down and kiss you delicately on one of your butt cheeks. I stand back up and you feel the silicone tip stroking across your cheeks. It slips in between and starts dancing around your hole. This is it, this is what you have been waiting for. Now the strap-on will fill you up and I will fuck you mercilessly.

Instead, I have other plans. The plug slides in and you're confused. You wanted to be fucked but instead you're plugged. Then the plug starts to inflate as I squeeze the pump repeatedly. The pressure builds inside you as it expands. The feeling of it filling you sends all sorts of pleasurable sensations up your spine. Your body is almost at the point of climax. Almost, but not quite. You know that one slight touch, one stroke or a yank of the nipple clamps would tip you into ecstasy.

Then nothing. I leave you. Bound, filled and desperate. You can only listen as the click of my heels gets quieter as I walk away.

How long will you be left like that? Well, for as long as l decide. You are my slave, my slut, my property. You have no idea just what will happen next; but you know whatever it will be, you will not object. You can only obey and hope that one day you will be allowed to cum again.

Not today though, not today. Instead you stand there, in the dark with no sense of time. The clock on the wall continues to torment you

Tick-tock, tick-tock...