Delayed Gratification

The rope tightens. You don't recognize it as I wrap it around your arms and ankles and it was coarser than the one we often use. You can already feel the irritation of the fibers against your skin. You resolve to move as little as possible. Given how tight the rope was wrapped, you figure you stand a good chance of achieving that. I am spending more time than usual focusing on the rope work. You lay still on your back in bed. Your legs are bent with your knees up. The rope is fixed firmly around your ankles and hips, holding your legs firmly in position. They are splayed slightly open. Your arms are held against your sides with your hands alongside your hips. As I work to lace the ropes across your chest and shoulders your mind drifts to what led up to this session.

You know you had stepped over the line this time. You always liked to be wild and press boundaries, and this time your words had gone too far. Often I was willing to indulge you. But this time, you felt sure that I was going to have a punishment. It had been a while since I had employed some corrective measures to reign you back in a bit. So it was not a huge surprise when you arrived home from work that I was waiting for you with a serious look on my face. We had eaten dinner in uncharacteristic silence, before I led you to the bedroom.

A sharp tug on the rope drags you back to the present. I seem to be pulling back and forth with intention. I watch the skin on your chest redden as I do. As I complete my work, I step back and take you in. I see your eyes following me as I step around the bed. Only your head and neck are free to move. I lean down and kiss your lips. The kiss is soft and expressive. This act of kindness generates surprise in your eyes. I lean back and smile.

"I will be back in a little bit, princess. Don't go anywhere." I chuckle proudly at my witty comment as I turn and leave the room. You hear me go down the hall into the living area. You hear me rustling in the kitchen, then the TV turns on and you hear the game. The creaks of the chair are quite audible from the bedroom and you realize I have no immediate plans to return any time soon. You steady your mind for what you see will be a test of patience and endurance. You are not ready to give in, still defiant against my discipline, and enjoying the mental game between us. Your muscles already call out for movement. Every time you try to appease them, you feel the rope retraining you. Even though you know you can bring me running in an instant with our safe word, you know you would never live down not being able to take the punishment, and you are not ready to fully submit or give in. You resolve to still yourself and let your mind go blank to just allow the time to pass without your notice.

When you awake you feel torn between two intense feelings. The first feeling is the ache of your muscles throughout your body as you find yourself still restrained in the same position you've been in now for some time. They are calling to you to move and to move now. The second feeling is incredible pleasure. You know that feeling and cannot quite believe you are feeling it now. It is my warm breath between your legs. My lips kissing you. Tongue pressing into you. My moans as I taste you. You squirm against the ropes as I continue to do all of the things that I know you love. I trace soft circles around your clit with my tongue. I brush my face lightly against your pussy. My teeth nibble on your labia. You inhale deeply. In your mind, you are forming questions that you want to ask, but they never seem to make it out of your mouth. Caught between the pain and pleasure, all you can muster is a moan. It is a low and telling one. I know your body well. I spend just a few more moments kissing your sweet goodness, running my tongue over your clit. Then I pause, at just the right time. I can feel the tension heighten inside of you ... the energy just waiting to be released. I know you want it. I lean in softly and kiss your clit, slowly and gently, just as I did with your lips earlier in the evening. As I finish, I lean back. Your body is taut with anticipation. Then I break the silence.

"No." I stand and you watch me move to the bathroom door.

Your plea starts in your eyes, but quickly moves to your lips. "Please, please, sir. Please, don't go!" I turn and look somewhat sternly at you. You continue to strain against the bonds holding you still.

"No. Not tonight. You will be permitted to finish only when you completely submit."

I leave for the bathroom to get ready for bed. Your mind begins to process the lesson. Soon I return. Your body is still on edge, and very much unresolved and unsettled. I whisper, "You must stay exactly as you are and completely still until I release you with my voice, princess." I set about to untie you from the ropes. One by one, the knots dissolve. I watch you work to retain your posture without moving your muscles. I can tell you want to rub the places where your skin is most red. I know your muscles are aching for movement. I watch on your face the tug-of-war between your desire to obey them and obey me. I finally finish. I stand and watch the soft fall and rise of your chest. I turn and leave the room, head down the hall to the kitchen. I return just a moment later carrying a glass of water. You have worked hard to stay in place, though for a moment you wish the ropes were still there holding you in place, as having to do it yourself seems much harder than you thought it would be. I stand beside you. "Would you like some water, princess?"

"Yes, please, sir," you reply.

"Okay then. You may sit up." I watch as you move for the first time in hours. It takes you a moment to rise to a sitting position. You reflexively seem to check that everything still works as you reach for the water and take a deep drink.

"Now, why don't you get ready for bed, princess. But remember this, no orgasms for you until I say so. Do you understand?" You nod silently.

It does not take long before you return to the bedroom, and I feel you slide into bed beside me. I take you into my arms and hold you close as we both fall asleep.

The next day had been quite normal at work, and at home when we both returned. There was no talk of the previous night, though there was a little more sexual tension in the air than normal. We talked together for most of the evening until you decided it was time for a bath. I hear you run the water and then hear it stop. I know you've most likely slid into the warm water.

The door opens and I step into the bathroom. You turn to look at me. Your eyes grow wide as you see me naked. I place one finger to my lips. I step to the bathtub, and lean down to push you forward a bit. I step inside and behind you. I sit. Reaching forward, I first release the plug and the water begins to drain. I then find the handheld shower head, turn on the water and pull you back to me. One arm wraps around you to hold you firmly against me. I begin to softly nibble on your ear as I let the warm water from the jets run up and down your arm and your upper chest. As the water line gradually lowers, I move the spray to new areas ... your breasts, then your tummy. I run it over your knees as they emerge from the water, and then up and down your thighs. I pull you back to nestle against me more as I part your legs. Finally the water drops below your waist. I can feel your breathing change in anticipation of the feel of the warm pulses of water on your most sensitive parts.

I let the water focus on your inner thighs. I dial back the pressure so that it is light and broad across your skin. As the water drops even lower, it brushes over and past your pussy. I keep the water moving, and it never lingers long in one place. I continue to hold you firmly in place. You can feel my cock pressing into you from behind. As the minutes slip by, I focus the water more and more into a tight, solid, steady stream. I also send it over your clit more and more frequently. I take my time, building you up, and then backing off some, before bringing the water back at you with renewed intensity. Your body ebbs and flows, but clearly continues to build toward a release. You feel the unresolved tension from yesterday flowing through you anew. Your nerves seem more reactive and receptive than ever. I listen. I watch. My whisper breaks the unspoken silence between us.

"You were so good today, princess." I feel you nod as your hips swivel. "I know what you want next." I hear you moan softly as your breath sharpens noticeably.

"Yes, I want it, and I want it now. Thank you, sir." you reply.

I whisper again in your ear, "No." I turn the water away from you and quickly turn it off. A deep moan escapes you. I hold you close and still as your body hangs again unresolved. I can almost feel you try to call the orgasm forward with your mind, but you cannot. The moment passes slowly by. You whimper softly, but only once. After your breathing returns to a more regular rhythm, I stand, and help you out of the tub. We dry off and get ready for bed. Before long we again are under the covers, next to one another. I can sense some reluctance in you as I pull you to me. I know you are working to reconcile the orgasm and release that you want against your desire to submit to me and my timing. Your impulse is to demand it, or at least plead more for it hoping that I will be merciful, but you know that would only prolong the agony. You know the lesson I am teaching. You begin to see the path forward in your mind. Our sleep is fitful that night.

The third day seems to go slowly for both of us. We finally make it home and make our way through dinner. There isn't too much talk tonight, but you are more compliant than normal. After cleaning the kitchen, we sit for a moment in the living area.

"Are you ready, princess?" I ask.

You swing your gaze to me and look at me intently. "Yes, sir. I am yours." You seem more determined than normal to accept whatever I have in mind.

"Good girl. Come with me." I lead you down the hall to the bedroom. Standing in front of you, I kiss you softly. I let my hands slowly roam over your body exploring. I work to slowly undress you, bit by bit, taking time to kiss around your face and neck. As I finish, I step back to take in your beautiful form. I lead you to lay down on your back on the bed. I position your legs exactly as they were two nights ago, knees up and legs spread. I lay down beside you, positioning my head beside yours. My fingers trace your body with a light touch. I begin whispering to you.

"Tonight, no ropes, and no arms to hold you. Only your own concentration and focus will keep you still. You must not move. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." Your reply is almost silent. I watch the focus on your face as you look up at the ceiling. My fingers continue to caress you and touch you. I pinch your nipples. I tease your lips. They run lightly on your inner thigh. I give in to temptation and lean over to nibble on your nipple, rolling it between my teeth. After a few minutes, I lean my head back beside yours again, whispering, "Remember, you may not move, and you most certainly may not come."

I stand and go to my dresser. After opening and closing a drawer, I return. I position myself between your legs. My fingers gently pull aside your labia. I can see your wetness glistening in the soft light. I let my fingers slowly explore you with soft touches. My movements are slow, and not with specific intent to turn you on, though the feeling of me causes you to continue to become more and more aroused. I watch you focus on your breathing, steady and measured.

The relative quiet ends with the soft buzz of the toy. You feel it touch you in the exact same way my fingers were exploring you just moments earlier, but the vibration adds a new and compelling sensation. I touch your labia. Then I gently and ever so slightly slide up and down between them. As I reach the bottom, I push in a little more deeply and the tip disappears just inside you. I slowly drag the toy up. I watch you steel yourself for the next few seconds as the toy passes lightly over your clit. It then follows a path back lower. Your eyes close as you work to stay calm and still. The toy slides further inside you, and then returns to move back up. This time as it passes over your clit, it pauses. It is just touching you lightly. I can see the soft button of your flesh moving in response to the toy. I watch your pussy become even wetter. I gently press the toy against you a bit more. You begin to feel the vibrations move through you. In response, you begin to feel the quickening of your heartbeat in your clit.

I begin to circle the toy around and around. Your breathing is irregular. I am studying you very closely to ensure that you retain control. I see a few small muscle movements. I pull the toy away, hovering just off your skin. I sense you relax for a moment. Then I reapply, holding it firmly in place. Then I remove it. This goes on at a varying pace for a couple of minutes. I can feel your body being pushed to the edge. I see small tremors in some of your muscles as you work to control them. I notice your teeth appear to almost be biting through your lower lip. There is perspiration on your brow and your upper chest. With my free hand I reach up and pinch your nipple. You flinch just a bit at the surprise touch. I start moving the toy quickly over your clit, then it slides lower and pushes inside you. Then it moves back up. Your work to control your physical responses leaves me fewer clues, but I know you well enough, that at just the right moment, I pull my hands back. Silence reigns for one beat, and then a second.

"No. Not tonight." You exhibit very little physical response, other than a very soft, uneven whisper, "No, sir. Not tonight." As much as I know you want the orgasm to come, I also sense your relief that the agony of keeping it at bay is over. I return the toy to the dresser, and come back to lead you to the bathroom as we once again get ready for bed. As we settle in, you press your body against mine. It is not long until we drift off to sleep.

It took me a few moments to realize what was going on as I woke. I am lying on my back, and you are pressed against me with one leg over my body. The movement of your hips is clear as you grind against me. I swivel my head to see your eyes are closed. You are dreaming, and your subconscious is in control. I can hear you begin to mumble incoherently in your sleep. Interspersed with the nonsense words, I hear:

"Yes."

"No."

"No."

"Now, please."

"Touch me."

"Mmmm."

"I want that."

Your grinding becomes stronger as I watch your eyes fluttering behind your eyelids. I can see you driving yourself forward further and further. Soft moans escape your mouth. Many nonsense words fill the room. But then, like the striking of a clock, you stop. In the silence I hear you whisper, "No. No. Not tonight, princess." You breathe in deeply and then exhale. Then your breathing begins to steady and deepen as you return to a deeper sleep. Your body rests against me. I smile as you do, and turn to kiss you softly on the forehead. "Such a good princess you are." I hear a soft purr in response.

The following day was to be one spent together, doing some shopping and chores. We did not speak of the previous night. You seemed more relaxed, even if your body felt full of energy ready to be released. The anticipation of the evening was palpable between us. You were hoping that you had done well enough in controlling yourself. You did not fully know how well you had done though.

I decide to take you out to dinner and we spend a nice evening with wine and plenty of flirting and sexy talk. We feel closer than we've been in a while. As we arrive home, you turn to me and say, "I know what you want, and I will be waiting for you, sir." You disappear down the hall and into the bedroom. I do a few things in the living area, before I follow you.

In the bedroom, I find your beautiful body laying naked and still on the bed with your knees raised. I take a few moments to disrobe. Standing at the foot of the bed, I look at you, patiently waiting. I move on to the bed, but this time instead of moving to the side, I position myself between your legs. I lower my body on top of yours. My face aligns with yours as my cock nestles against your pussy. I stroke your hair as I feel your warmth beneath me. My hips begin to press down and I begin to grind against you.

I open my mouth, but before I can speak, I hear you whisper, "Don't worry, I know. I won't come, sir." I lean down to kiss you as I begin to grind myself into your clit. My hands slide down under your ass as I press and pull you to me. We kiss. Our tongues play. My hands massage you. My teeth nibble on your lips. My hips press and swing. Our bodies seem to call to one another as we begin our special dance.

The thrust comes quickly after a pivot back with my hips. Your pussy welcomes me deep within. You gasp as I fill you, and I moan in response. I hold inside, lost in the soft warmth that envelopes me completely. I grind against your clit. Your body enjoys the freedom of movement it has tonight, but I still see on your face a measure of restraint.

After holding inside for a minute, I push myself up just a bit to look at your face. Then the stillness ends. My thrusts arrive full, deep, and fast. My eyes stare at you intently as my hands move to your shoulders, to pin you down. I see the look in your eyes as you realize you can no longer control the outcome. The pace and pressure will push you too far, but at the same time, it is a destination you long to reach.

Harder and faster. I grind against you with each thrust. Your eyes roll back in your head and then snap back to mine. The room echoes with our breathing and moaning. A shudder runs through your body. I feel it inside you, and I stop.

So many emotions flash over your face as you arrive at the precipice once again. But inside, you knew I would not make you break the rule. Without ever breaking eye contact with you, I lean myself back on my knees while still inside you. I can feel my cock pulsing and beating within your pussy. Looking down at you, I smile. My hands slide down your chest to your waist and then my thumbs draw together to your clit. I start to roll it slowly between my thumbs as my cock continues to fill you.

Your breathing is deep and shallow all at the same time. Your hips roll and your voice moans out to me. You hover on the edge. I watch you as you watch me. I breathe in slowly. As I exhale, I whisper to you:

"Yes, princess."

The response is immediate. Your body is lost as it moves to its own beat. You twist and shake. You groan and grasp at the bed. I feel the contractions move through your body again and again, squeezing me as I hold inside of you. I watch as you ride it through. It seems as if it would never end. My thumbs slow just as you begin to fall back. Your eyes regain their focus on me, though you continue to have small uncontrolled movements throughout your body. My body patiently waits as I watch. Instinctively, you know what comes next. As we stare into each other's eyes, I see your lips move:

"Yes, sir."

I smile at you as my hands slide to the sides of your hips. I hold you still against me and very slowly close my eyes. There is no thrust. There is only the very slightest imperceptible movement of me inside of you. Without any other warning, you watch that familiar look on my face just as you feel the first spasm inside you, then another, and then another. My lungs breathe in deeply as you watch my face, seemingly wrapped in agony and serenity at the same time. As my rhythm gradually slows, my eyes reopen and I lower myself down to you. Our lips meet as our bodies completely relax into each other with our long-delayed mutual gratification now complete.