I had no clue how long she left me there with my arms bound behind my back. She turned the alarm clock away from me, to deny me the privilege of knowing what time it was. Suky dozed off quickly, thanks to her multiple releases just before bed, and she was sleeping like a baby.
It was just impossible for me to sleep, with Suky's scent all over my pillow, and I kept looking at the curtains for the first signs of sunrise. When she finally reached over and untied my hands, I thanked her profusely and she turned the alarm clock back towards me. I couldn't believe that it was only 3am, and I shuddered when she told me that the next time I challenged her, I would be bound all night.
My arms were very stiff from laying in bed with them bound behind me, and I needed to pee really badly. For some reason, I felt like I had to ask her for permission to go to the bathroom. She giggled as she gave me her consent, and I left the bed quietly, with my cock still erect.
When I got into the bathroom, I put the light on low and checked my reflection in the mirror. My cock was rock-hard, and I had dried cum all around the head of it, from laying in my own fluids. I felt more in need of release, than I had felt before my final "orgasm". I never wanted to do anything ever again that would subject me to another ruined orgasm.
Once my erection had finally subsided, I used the restroom and returned to bed. For her part, as a gesture of forgiveness, she had folded the covers back for me and replaced my wet pillow with a new one. She patted the bed warmly, and I climbed back onto it. I started to apologize, but she put her finger softly on my lips and smiled sweetly at me.
"Lesson learned?" she asked me.
I nodded my head submissively, and she handed me my freshly laundered silk boxers. I got hard the second I put them on, and felt the expensive silk against my recently shaven nuts. I prayed that I wouldn't ejaculate in them during the night. They just felt so good against my cock and balls, and the ruined orgasm had actually increased my sexual frustration.
Suky said goodnight and then she turned her back on me. I spooned her, and she could feel my cock poking her in her lower back, through the silk of my boxers. She pushed her tight little butt into my crotch to tease me, and heard my tormented moan. A wave of pleasure washed between her legs, and she realized her dominant streak was finally emerging.
As she lay there reflecting on the control she had exerted over me, Suky decided that she would count my ruined orgasm as a regular release. So, by her reckoning, I had come twice today. As I was only permitted one orgasm per week, it would be at least fourteen days until my next opportunity to come. Of course, that was before any time added as punishment for my dissent.
Suky decided that she was going to add seven days for my dissent, which brought my total to twenty-one days. She did not feel the need to tell me at this time, and she let me drift off to sleep thinking that I was off the hook.
I was particularly attentive and considerate in the morning, and Suky decided that she needed to add occasional punishment, into my regular routine of denial and reward. She liked the positive affect that it had on my attitude, and she started to look for any excuse to punish me, checking my boxers to make sure I hadn't had an accident in the night. She was finally ready to fully embrace her dominant side.
At first, Suky was thrilled by the notion that she could come as often as she wanted. It was very exciting to her, that I was willing to help her have an orgasm any time of day or night. She had always been a woman that embraced her sexuality, but men were usually so selfish. To finally meet a submissive, attentive and considerate man was fantastic. Someone that always put her needs before his. She loved the fact that I would gently massage her feet, while she read a book or texted her friends.
Suky thought that it was really sexy that I would wash her hair or attend to her as she bathed. She loved it when I slowly kissed, licked and nibbled her from head to toe. She enjoyed coming on my face every single morning before work, and the way I expected absolutely nothing in return.
She liked the pleasure she could take from me, but wasn't fully into my denial and often felt guilty when I struggled to contain my arousal. Then, as she grew into her role, something deep inside her came alive. She started to embrace the necessary selfishness that the role required, and began to deeply enjoy my frustration. Her panties would get wet when she saw me leaking into my silk boxers, especially if it had only been a couple of days since I came.
Knowing that she could take pleasure from me, whenever she felt the desire, but I still had at least seven days to wait to get my release, made her so hot. In fact, as she associated her pleasure with my chastity, she began to punish me by delaying my orgasm, for the most minor infractions. It got to the point where I never really knew when it was my turn to come, so I stopped thinking about it, and focused solely on her pleasure.
After breakfast, Suky summoned me to the living room, and had me kneel before her in my silk boxers. Even though I had come twice yesterday, I was erect and leaking profusely. She delighted in my arousal, and caressed my balls with her feet through the silk, as she outlined my punishment. I thought I had already paid my dues, by enduring the frustration and humiliation of a ruined orgasm, so I was very surprised to hear that I would be given additional punishment.
"I am going to cut you off, for a long time," she said dispassionately. "Figure weeks, not days."
"Please Suky," I began. "Show me some mercy. I didn't do anything wrong. I only took you up on your generous offer to allow me to come twice in one day."
As I continued to protest my innocence, Suky was having none of it, and pushed back immediately.
