A Weekend By Sophie S Rules

Friday morning

Sophie loved to be in control. And this weekend, Tom was all hers. She had told him the night before that it would be a challenge for him - and he knew exactly what that meant: boundless pleasure, but no release until she allowed it.

Friday morning began leisurely. Sophie was lying naked in bed, still half wrapped in the sheets, when she felt his bulging excitement warm against her thigh and woke up. She stretched appreciatively and slid her hand slowly down his chest and over his stomach until she held his hard desire in her hand. His reaction was immediate - a soft moan, a twitch. But she just held him and didn't move her hand any further.

"No, not yet," she whispered, pushing his hands back as he tried to reach for his erection himself.

Instead, she turned around and held him in her hand. Then, with her other hand, she pushed his shoulders so that he was on his back again. She knelt over his legs, her knees next to his thighs. Her legs were slightly apart so he could see her slowly swelling labia and vulva. She continued to hold his erection in front of her, leaning forward until her lips touched his cheek and her warm breath caressed his ear. "Today is all about me," she said with a smile and slowly began to rub his shaft between her wet lips. Her labia glided along it until just before the head. Again and again he saw and felt her clit pressing against him, rubbing against him, while she increased her own pleasure with a slight moan.

He breathed heavily, his body tensed, but Sophie lifted off him every time he shook too much. She moved faster, her desire growing, and soon she trembled for the first time as her orgasm broke in waves of pleasure, unstoppable. She held the now wet shaft in her hand for another minute and sat on him for a moment, watching his hard cock pulsate in frustration in her hand.

She rolled off him, grabbed a scarf and tied his hands to the bedpost. "Now it's going to get more interesting," she whispered with a mischievous smile. She knelt between his legs and began to run her tongue from his belly button down his shaft to his testicles. From here, her tongue slid between the testicles, high above the wet erection. With light pressure, she then ran over his glans, just a hint of touch, barely enough to satisfy him. She circled the opening at the tip, licking gently at the underside as her hands ran gently down his thighs. He tried to lift his pelvis to meet her, but she pushed him back onto the bed. "Don't move," she ordered playfully, and his muscles tensed under her touch.

Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, taking him into her mouth piece by piece, but only enough to drive him almost crazy. Her tongue circled his tip, licking, sucking gently, but every time he felt that familiar tug that brought him closer to release, she pulled away. He gasped, his head thrown back, his fingers clenched into fists, his hard-on twitching with excitement each time.

"You taste so good," she murmured as she let a drop of his desire slide off with her thumb. "But you're not getting what you want yet."

She sat on him again, but this time she moved her hips over his glans. She inserted it slowly, pausing, savoring the feeling of having him completely inside her without moving. She saw the tremors in his arms, the restless trembling of his body as she stimulated herself with gentle circular motions of her hips. Every twitch, every soft plea he uttered gave her even more pleasure. She rubbed her clit slowly at first, then faster and faster as he pulsed inside her.

When she reached another climax, she leaned forward, biting gently into his shoulder and breathing heavily against his skin. He was so hard inside her that she knew he would come instantly if she moved just a little more on top of him. But that would be too easy.

She slowly pulled away from him and let him slide out of her, still leaking and throbbing. "Now you need a little break," she said smiling. She sat down between his legs, leaned against the other end of the bed and placed her feet on his thighs. He could see her whole naked body, which still hadn't had enough. Sophie began to gently massage her own breast and watched him as he looked at her, full of desire, full of frustration. Her hand moved between her thighs and she began to touch herself as he watched helplessly tied up. She let him feel each of her small, trembling orgasms, her toes clenching his thighs each time, until he was begging for mercy with pleasure.

Finally, she leaned over him, kissing his throat, his chest, his nipples, and slowly slid down. "You've been very good," she whispered when her lips had reached his glans. She took him in her mouth, knowing he was only seconds away. She sucked, licked, massaged his testicles with one hand until she felt him tremble - and let him go. "Oh, almost!" She laughed softly, wiped her lips and sat down beside him.

"Sophie," he gasped, his voice hoarse with pleasure. "Please... I can't anymore."

She stroked his cheek and kissed him softly. "Maybe tomorrow," she whispered. "Or the day after." She lay down next to him, leaving him tied up, and pulled the blanket over her - with him still hard and throbbing next to her. "The alarm goes off in an hour, and by then your dick should have calmed down. Tonight we continue." She cuddled up to him contentedly and closed her eyes. She would torment him like this again and again until she decided he deserved it.

Friday evening

Tom entered the bedroom and saw Sophie already sitting on the bed, wearing only a silk dressing gown. She looked at him with a smile that made him feel a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.

"Take off your clothes and sit down," she ordered.

He obeyed without a word and sat down on the edge of the bed, naked and aroused. She approached him, running her fingers over his bare skin as she slowly opened the robe. His breathing deepened, his arousal growing as she knelt on the floor between his legs.

"Are you ready for a weekend of devotion?" she asked him, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow. She held his slightly filled testicles firmly in her hand.

"Yes," he breathed, his voice full of anticipation.

She gently tugged at his chin, forcing him to look at her. "Yes, how?"

"Yes, mistress," he corrected himself immediately.

Satisfied, she took a blindfold and placed it over his eyes. "I want you to feel without seeing. You will be completely at my mercy."

She let her fingertips glide slowly over his torso, over his shoulders, his stomach, but as her hand approached his erection, she pulled it back. Instead, she leaned forward and planted kisses on his chest, moving her tongue lower as Tom breathed heavily. His body was tense with anticipation, his pelvis jerking forward involuntarily.

"So impatient," she reproached quietly. "This will cost you dearly, no warm-up blowjob for you."

She massaged his testicles harder, glancing at his throbbing glans, which would have appreciated any touch of her tongue. She kissed the tip and then pushed him onto the bed. Before he knew it, she was sitting on his chest, untying the knot of her robe. She took the belt of the robe and tied his hands back to the end of the bed above his head. Then, kneeling over him, she slid across his face and guided his tongue exactly where she wanted it. Her fingers dug into his hair as she moved her pussy gently against his mouth. His moans vibrated against her, intensifying her pleasure. Her breathing quickened as she approached her first climax of the evening.

"Yes... that's it," she moaned as waves of pleasure washed over her. He heard her come at the same time as she clutched at his chest with her toes.

When she finally relaxed over him, she looked down at Tom, whose lust was palpable in his eyes. He was breathing heavily, his body trembling with suppressed excitement.

"Please, Mistress..." he murmured, his pelvis jerking uncontrollably.

"Please what?" Sophie leaned forward and gently stroked his chest with her fingers.

"Let me cum," he begged, his voice almost breaking with desire.

She smiled but shook her head. "Oh no, my love. Tonight you will go to bed with this excitement. I want you to feel every second that you belong to me."

As she lay down next to him and relaxed, she let her hand rest on his throbbing dick, but didn't move it. Tom twitched uncontrollably, gasping softly, but he knew resistance was futile.

"Sleep well, my love," she whispered with a smile before closing her eyes contentedly.

Saturday morning

Tom awoke to a dull ache between his legs, his arousal pressing hard against the sheets. The last hours of resistance weighed heavily on him, but the first thing he felt was Sophie's warm hand, resting lightly on his shaft but not moving. She had held him like this all night, controlling and fanning his desire without giving him any relief.

A sleepy smile played around her lips as she noticed his tension. "Good morning, my love," she breathed, her voice soft and sleepy. Her fingers slid playfully over his lower body as her thigh moved lightly against him. He moaned softly, his body jerking uncontrollably.

"Please... Mistress..." His voice was hoarse, filled with desperation.

"Please what?" Sophie slowly opened her eyes and looked at him with an amused expression. She pulled herself up on him slightly so that her soft breasts brushed against his chest. She knew exactly how sensitive he was, how every little touch increased his agony.

"Let me cum... I can't take it anymore..." He gasped as she lightly brushed her fingertips over his testicles.

Sophie laughed softly. "Oh, Tom... you can take a lot more than you think." She let her fingers glide gently over his dick, encircling him, and quickly moved her hand up and down five times before stopping abruptly. She enjoyed keeping him on the edge, his whole body a single quiver of suppressed desire.

"Turn around," she ordered suddenly.

He hesitated for a moment, then did as he was told. Now he was on his stomach, his hard shaft pressing against the mattress, but any movement would only cause him more pain. Sophie sat on his back and began gently stroking his shoulders and neck with her hands.

"Today is going to be a long day for you, my dear," she whispered in his ear as her fingernails ran gently over his skin. But it will be all the sweeter for me. She leaned forward and let her breasts slide down his back so that he could feel her excitedly hard nipples each time.

Saturday afternoon

After a leisurely breakfast - during which she repeatedly forbade him to touch himself - she led him into the living room. She sat down on the sofa, lay back and relaxed, and spread her legs. "Come here," she ordered, a gleam in her eyes.

Knowing exactly what she wanted, he immediately dropped to his knees. Without hesitation, he began to lick her warm pussy with his tongue, gently cupping her clit between his lips. She sighed contentedly and ran a hand through his hair, guiding him exactly where she wanted him.

"Yes... right there... don't stop," she gasped, closing her eyes in pleasure.

Tom did as he was told, tasting her taste, feeling her body tremble under his touch. He heard her first moan of pleasure, then the second. After that, she was completely relaxed, enjoying his devotion to the fullest, while his own arousal pounded oppressively between his legs.

After a few more climaxes, Sophie finally pulled him back by his hair. Her eyes sparkled with pleasure. "You're doing well, really... But I'm not quite satisfied. Not yet."

"Sophie... please..." His voice was only a hint of a plea.

She laughed softly, pulled him close and kissed him deeply. "I love it when you're that desperate."

Saturday night had come, and Sophie led Tom into the bedroom. He had hoped she would finally let him cum, but her look told him she had other plans.

"Lie down on the bed," she ordered as she pulled a silk scarf from a drawer. He obeyed and let her bind his wrists to the bed.

Then she began her game. She spread his legs and knelt between them. Slowly she ran her fingertips down his body, across his chest, his stomach, down to his thighs - but never where he needed them most. Instead, she began to touch herself, letting him watch as she ran her own fingers over her skin.

"Oh Tom... you have no idea how good this feels..." she moaned softly, looking at his frustrated dick and imagining how full his balls were by now.

He was struggling with the restraints, his desire palpable, his body trembling with tension. "Please... I can't take any more... I beg you..."

"You can take a lot more," she murmured, beginning to bring herself to climax with fast, circular movements. As her orgasm washed over her, she clawed at the sheets, moaning loudly. She moistened her fingers with her juice and ran them gently over his erection. She pulled back his foreskin completely to circle his glans with wet fingers. She gently licked up every drop that appeared at the tip.

"Sophie..." his voice was barely more than a whimper.

But she only shook her head. "No. Not today." She squeezed his testicles. "They're not full enough for me yet." She lay on top of him. His hard cock throbbed between them as she kissed him for a long time. She slid higher on him so he could take her nipples in his mouth. While he sucked on them, she let herself slide back a little. He didn't penetrate, but slid along her wet labia and stopped between her cheeks. Sophie held his head against her breast and reached down to her swollen clit. She rubbed it again, moaning loudly as his shaft pulsed against her bottom and her nipples were caressed by his mouth. So she came, shaking loudly, her last orgasm of the day.

She remained on top of him for a moment, then untied his hands and lay down behind him in a spoon position. She let her hand rest contentedly on his warm dick, applying no pressure. His body twitched uncontrollably, his frustration palpable.

"Maybe tomorrow..." she whispered before closing her eyes contentedly.

Tom remained motionless, his excitement so intense that he could hardly think straight. But he knew it was useless to protest. Sophie would decide when he would be released. And until then, he would remain trapped in pure lust.

Sunday morning

Tom awoke with a deep groan. The pressure in his stomach was almost unbearable. For two full days he had been Sophie's toy, two days of torment during which she had taken herself again and again while he was always kept on the edge of release. And now? Now the third day began.

His body was heavy, his mind clouded with unfulfilled lust. But the first thing he felt was Sophie's warm hand, resting on him as always.

"Good morning, my love," she breathed sleepily, her lips softly on his ear. Did you sleep well?"

Tom gasped softly, his pelvis jerking uncontrollably at her mere touch. "Mistress... please..."

She smiled and slowly sat up. Her bare skin brushed against him, making him shiver. "So desperate today? So weak? I thought you could hold out longer." She traced a finger across his chest, drawing circles around his nipples, while her other hand moved playfully over his throbbing dick - but only lightly.

"I... I can't..." Tom struggled for words. His voice was hoarse, filled with frustration.

"Oh, you can take a lot more," she teased, moving slowly along him until she was kneeling over him. Her warm moisture brushed over his stomach without actually touching him.

She leaned forward and kissed his chest, moving lower as he shivered. "Today will be your last day... but I'm not sure yet when I'll release you." Her voice was velvety, full of strength.

Her lips touched his glans, kissing it a few times. Then her lips encircled the glans, one hand massaging his testicles. She let him slide deeper and deeper into her mouth. Her hand squeezed harder the deeper he was in her mouth. When her nose touched his belly, she paused, massaged his testicles more intensely, and after a while let him slide out of her mouth again. Then she quickly moved her head up and down. She repeated this until he began to tremble. Then she took the sloppy-wet shaft in her hand, watched with pleasure as drops of cum came out of the tip, and gave him little slaps on the testicles until he calmed down again. She sucked briefly on the glans again and then let him go.

"Your pre-cum tastes so good and the day is still long. You haven't earned it yet." Sophie got up and let him prepare breakfast while she watched him naked and silent.

Sunday morning

Sophie decided to take it easy that morning. After a leisurely breakfast - during which Tom was once again instructed not to touch himself - she made him sit on the sofa. She made herself comfortable on his lap, naked, her legs wrapped around his hips. Her breasts at the height of his face. She looked down at him.

"I want to see how long you can take it," she whispered in his ear, rubbing against his erection, letting her clit brush his entire length again and again. Her soft moans drove him crazy, the feel of her wetness made him tremble.

"Mistress... please..." He sounded like a broken man.

"Shhh..." Sophie pressed a finger to his lips. "I'm not finished with you yet."

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she continued to rub against him, punctuated by teasing pauses. Her hands explored his body as she surrendered more and more to her desire. When she reached her first climax, she threw her head back, rode his dick without penetration, and came in long, trembling waves.

"That was beautiful..." Sophie looked at him lustfully, her chest rising and falling heavily. "But you're not there yet."

Tom could barely breathe. His body screamed for release, but she left him wanting again.

Sunday afternoon

After Sophie had teased him several times that morning, she led him to the bathroom. She ran a warm bath and entered with him, sitting between his legs. Her back was against his chest, her hands sliding down her own thighs.

"I want you to touch me...but only me," she commanded.

Tom trembled with tension. His hands stroked over her stomach, moving up to her breasts. His fingers played with her hard nipples as she moaned softly.

"Yes... that's it..."

Slowly, she moved against him, letting him feel her desire rise in waves once more. Her hand guided his fingers between her legs, letting him feel how ready she was.

"Let me orgasm and show me how much you want me..." Sophie gasped, her head resting on his shoulder as he obeyed. His fingers circled over her swollen clit, penetrating her again and again. She felt him pulsate against her back, enjoying it, and after a while she came, twitching and moaning loudly as the water lapped gently against their bodies.

Tom fought with himself, his own pain becoming unbearable.

"Can I... please..." His voice was only a rough plea.

Sophie laughed and stroked his cheek. "In a moment, my love. You're almost there."

Sunday night

Tom lay on the bed, his arms tied to the headboard, his body tense. Sophie knelt over him, rubbing against him again, playing with his desperation.

"Have you learned what it means to give yourself to me?" She slowly licked his lips.

"Yes, Mistress." His voice was barely a whisper.

"Have you suffered enough?"

He nodded vigorously. "Please... I... I can't go on..."

Sophie let him struggle for a moment longer, then - slowly, with relish - she finally let him into her.

A gasp escaped Tom's throat, his body vibrating beneath her.

"Ohh... Sophie..."

"Not yet," she hissed, moving slowly, agonizingly slowly on him. She let him enjoy it, let him tremble, but as soon as she realized he was going too far, she stopped. Again and again.

Tom was just a heap of pleasure and pain.

And then - when she had driven him to the brink of madness - she pressed harder against him, moved faster, finally giving him what he had longed for all the time.