A Queens Musician

Reading her mind, he reached for the guitar and started playing. He wanted to impress her. The notes came out shaky at first, his fingers fumbling over the strings. But then he found his rhythm. The melody grew stronger, more confident. He didn't look at her, but he could feel her watching.

The thought of pleasing her made his cock begin to grow. He didn't stop playing. The way she watched him made his chest swell with a quiet sense of purpose. He wasn't just playing for her anymore. He was playing because of her.

As his jeans became uncomfortably tight, he shifted in his seat and looked over at her.

'You can stop now,' she said, her tone dripping with condescension.

He stopped playing and waited for her to tell him what to do next.

"Let me see what you have there." she commanded, glancing towards his cock.

He stood up and pulled down his jeans. His hard cock was visible against the fabric of his boxers.

"Pathetic."

"I'm sorry mistress, I can't help it."

"I know you can't." she smiled and walked around him. "We both know why you can't, don't we?"

"I'm sorry" he looked away from her.

"Say it. Tell me what we both know."

He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. "I want you to touch my cock."

"Good boy," she whispered and pressed her lips to his.

He leaned into the kiss, his eyes closing. He tried to hold still as she put her hand over his cock but he couldn't. He let out a moan and thrust against her hand.

"How can I touch your cock when you can't hold it still?"

"I'm sorry. Please continue." he pleaded.

She put her hand back over his cock and began to rub. Precum started to seep through his boxers. She ran her fingers over the wet fabric.

"You like that don't you?"

He nodded, his breath ragged.

"Would you like me to make you cum?"

"Yes."

"You will have to wait until I give you permission and I don't think you will be able to do that. I plan on playing with you for awhile."

She pulled his boxers down and took his cock in her hand. She ran her thumb along the underside of the shaft. His breathing became heavy. He tried to keep still but it was difficult. She knew the only way to keep him still, to prevent his cock from slipping through her fingers, was to tie him down to the bed.

She directed him to the bedroom and tied his arms to the headboard and his legs to the bed frame. She tightened the straps.

"I don't want you squirming when I start playing with your cock."

"I will try" he said.

She sat on the bed next to him and put her hand back on his cock. She stroked it lightly, avoiding the head. He groaned and pulled at the straps that held him to the bed.

"Please touch the head, mistress!"

"No."

He thrust his hips and moaned. His hands clenched into fists.

"Please!"

She shook her head.

"Why won't you touch it?"

"I told you, I am going to play with your cock for a while."

She ran her hand up and down the length of his shaft. Her touch was light, but it sent shock waves of pleasure through him. He gasped and thrashed on the bed.

"Stop it!"

"Shut up and hold still or I am going to have to start playing with your asshole."

He stilled, but his breath was still coming in gasps.

"That's a good boy."

She ran her fingers up the underside of his shaft, causing his body to shiver.

"Please can I cum?"

"No. I don't think I want to give you permission now that you are trying to get away from me."

She continued stroking his cock, gently moving closer to the head, which was overflowing with precum.

"I am going to touch the head now. Hold still. As I wrap my hand around the head of your pathetic cock, I am going to take my finger and rub it over your asshole."

"No, please, mistress, you're going to make me cum!"

She took her index finger and inserted it into his ass.

"You can't cum yet. You have to wait until I tell you."

"Please, mistress. I want to wait until I have permission but its hard to hold it in when you do that"

I'm going to force you to cum against your will. Its my way of controlling you."

She continued rubbing his cock with one hand while one of her fingers held steady inside of his ass.

"No, mistress, please!"

"There's no where for you to go. All tied up and unable to escape. Your cock is helpless."

She squeezed his cock tightly and started pumping. She stroked his ass hole with her other hand.

"Oh, God! Mistress, I'm going to cum. Please, mistress, stop, I can't hold it any longer!"

"No. Hold still and lift up, give me your ass hole.

He lifted his ass and she inserted her finger into his asshole.

"Ahh, fuck! Oh, god, mistress, please! I can't take it!"

"You don't have a choice."

He squirmed and thrashed and writhed, trying to pull away from her.

He couldn't escape her grip.

"Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum, oh, no, no, no!"

"Oh, yes you are. You are going to cum all over yourself without permission and I'm going to enjoy every minute of it."

"Please. Stop."

"You're not going anywhere. Just lay there and take it. Be a good boy now."

With her finger held steady on his ass hole, she grabbed his cock tightly in her hand, and squeezed as he erupted. Hot, white cum shot out of his cock and landed on his stomach and chest.

"I'm sorry mistress."

She nodded toward the guitar he had been playing earlier.

"I'll give you one more chance to impress me. Now play me something pretty. No mistakes."