Chapter 4 -- Thomas Gets Aroused
Thomas felt panic for the first time. In all his fantasies he always got off. Even when the woman was only about the sex he still came before falling asleep in his bed, his own cum warm on his belly. Now, she was telling him to leave.
Dejected, Thomas bent over to pick up his clothes. Feeling embarrassed he stood back up, shoulders hunched. Monica told him to stop. Shocked, Thomas stood as still as he could.
"What are you doing? First you take off clothes without me telling you to. Then you starting picking them up?"
Tom was confused; she could see it in his eyes. Half standing, holding his pants and shoes he did not know what to do. Shelia was elated. Tom would do, or not do, anything she told him. Her nipples hurt they were so hard. Her pussy was wet. Her corset fit snugly and she could feel the fabric of her stockings as she moved towards him. Whispering she said "Put those down... NOW!" Emphasizing he last word to confirm her control over Thomas.
Tom dropped them immediately and stood straight up, back erect. Monica looked down and opened her mouth slightly. He was bigger then she imagined. Tom's "manhood", she giggled at that thought, had a small head that flared out into an ever-widening base. It looked fantastic. She brought her eyes back up and met his. "You must like what you see judging by your cock's condition." It felt good to talk this way. She had never taken command in the bedroom like this before. "Stroke yourself for me. I want to see how big you can get."
Thomas was on the verge of climaxing when she spoke. Being told to jerk off was too much. He started slowly rubbing his dick up and down trying not to cum. Monica kept looking into his eyes, unblinking. He kept this up for a few moments before closing his eyes.
Not liking this Shelia barked, "Open your eyes! Are you going to cum?"
Tom responded barely breathing, "Yes!"