The Power of Disciplined Abstention 22.08.18
'Fuck me.' She said, with a quivering voice and desperate look in her eyes. She was biting her lower lip and standing awkwardly, next to the kitchen table, almost as if she needed to pee. But no, she did not need to pee, she was standing so awkwardly because she could barely keep her hands out of her pants. She was wearing ridiculously short hot pants, so short that the laced crimson panties she wore underneath were visible around the edges. The white t-shirt was loose and wide around the neckline; it made her tanned cleavage loom provocatively in the delicious contrast. Her hair was darker shade of blonde, wavy and rested gently on and around her shoulders. Barefoot on the tiled floor, her knees were now quivering.
'No.' He said quietly, but firmly as he stared at her. He was sitting very still on a kitchen chair turned towards her, with his back against the wall. He wore a simple white singlet, the common "wife beater", and a pair of scruffy and worn jeans. His tanned arms and shoulders were powerful things to behold, muscles bustling in every direction. No tattoos, barely any hair. His hair was trimmed into a very short "jar-head" army style, curving faintly into a five-day unshaved beard stubble.
He held his intense stare.
'Please. Please fuck me. With anything, anywhere, anyhow, it's been five days!' She yelped desperately, with a horrified look in her pale blue eyes. The sheer lustful energy she was radiating was starting to become imposing. An increased heart-rate, a faint sweat on her brow and chest, a psychological torment going through her head as her vagina almost pulsated. What was most condemning however, was her soaked underwear that had created a visible patch on her hot pants. But he waited, and kept staring at her, paying attention to the insides of her perfect thighs.
'Stand straight.' He said quietly and unmoving. She straightened up, and stood with a slight gap between her legs. After a few seconds, which seemed like eternities to her, a single droplet trailed down the inside of her left thigh, not big, but visible from his angle. She quivered, but the droplet trailed downwards, he watched it patiently. When it reached the back of her knee its journey paused, and as it did he slowly stood up and walked towards her. His sudden action made her shake and moan in anticipation, involuntarily buckling her knees and barely holding herself up by the kitchen table.
He walked around her and crouched, swiping up the droplet with his finger. The faint touch she felt from that made her yelp and moan once more. He stood up and smelled his finger, still standing, looming ominously behind her.
'This is the smell of a disciplined little slut.' He said calmly watching her from behind as she kept quivering. Her own quivering tremble, though not much of a significant motion, had eventually stimulated her ever so faintly, making things so much worse the past few hours. Now she was at a dangerous brink with no return, she was convinced she would go mad if this horrendous urge was not satiated. He pondered the situation carefully, still observing her from behind.
Suddenly, and without any warning, he grabbed her t-shirt from behind by the neckline seams and tore it sideways in each direction with both his hands. It came away in an instant, and she yelped in surprise and ecstatic joy, closing her eyes and moaning as she now stood topless. Not for long however, because he quickly grabbed her hot pants by the sides, and making sure he had a grip on the panties as well, he tore both down quickly and violently. The friction and harshness of the move itself gave her faint red marks along her thighs. She cried and barely kept herself standing as he did this.
'T-thank you... master." She whimpered and stuttered in joy. She now stood completely naked, with her perky tits protruding forward and her glistening wet crotch, dripping on the floor.
'Hands' he said firmly. She quickly moved her arms back and crossed her hands at the wrists, behind her back. He grabbed a red rope from one of the drawers and tied it violently around her wrists, tugging and tightening until it was just the right painful kind of tight. She kept producing lustful sounds through a quivering voice, but there was a noticeable appreciation in her whole motion and expression at this point. When he was done he stepped back and observed her for a while, she waited patiently.