So Far and yet so Near

Infinity pools are so named because they appear to be endless. While this is merely an illusion, skilfully engineered, it can be remarkably convincing.

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He struggled against the wrist cuffs restraining him to the bed. "Please, Miss Wolf, please my love... I'm so close! Please, it's been so long!"

There was a sparkle of humour to her words as she slowed her strokes, tantalising him with how exquisitely close he was to the edge. "Yes, pet, how long has it been? When did you last cum for me?"

"New Year's Eve! I remember it so clearly! So many months, Miss! I need to cum so badly for you!"

"Hmmm... well, you have been a very good boy for me, so helpful, so eager to obey me..." Miss Wolf's movements quickened, and she smiled knowingly as she saw her submissive's body trembling, his back arching, his cock so rigid in her grasp. She looked into his eyes, and told him to cum for her, told him to keep looking at her. The sight of him losing himself to her touches was adorable. It was almost her favourite part of playing with him.

Miss Wolf stroked him through the many spurts of his orgasm. And then, as he caught his breath, his limbs jellylike from the intensity of the release she'd granted him, she murmured, "Remember..."

"Oh... oh, no! Oh Miss Wolf, please don-"

"...and remember to forget..."

***

He struggled against the wrist cuffs restraining him to the bed. She'd ridden him to several climaxes of her own as he held out for her, and now she was languidly swaying, rocking on his slick cock, feeling it throb with need inside her.

"Beg again, pet. I'm not sure you're desperate enough yet."

"Miss Wolf, please, I haven't cum all year! I need to cum for you, I'm utterly desperate! I'll do anything!" He whimpered, hearing how weak and powerless he sounded, but knowing that that was exactly what he was. He had been too well trained to cum without his Mistress's permission, no matter how desperate he was.

"Aaaanything, you say?" Miss Wolf drew the word out, which felt appropriate for a word so full of possibility. She leaned forward, her breath on his ear enough to send a warm shiver through him, which increased at her next words.

"I'll take you up on that, my pet, and there's just one simple thing I desire." She licked his ear. "It's for you to lick me clean."

"Oh, Miss Wolf, does that mean -"

"Yes, pet. Cum for me. Cum in me. Mmmmm, yes, that's right. Oohhh, good boy..."

She slid off his cock, a few dribbles of cum leaking out as she turned to straddle his face. He was in a blissful state, and expressed his gratitude eagerly, his tongue sliding into her slippery hole, his mouth sucking all his sperm out of her.

When she told him to remember, he struggled beneath her as though he were trying to speak. But his words were muffled by her pussy, and when she told him to remember to forget, he stopped struggling and resumed his oral worship of her.

***

He struggled against the wrist cuffs restraining him to the bed. Miss Wolf glanced up at him playfully, her tongue swirling on his tip, which she briefly engulfed in her mouth before letting it slip out with a wet pop, tilting her head as she looked up at him. "Aww, pet, what was that? I didn't quite hear..."

"I said, please, Miss, please Miss Wolf, please, please let me cum! Your mouth feels amazing but when you keep sucking on me this long, I can't take it; I'm going to lose my mind.... God, you know how long it's been since I came!"

"Remind me, pet, how long is that?"

"You haven't let me cum all year, Miss! You've used me for your pleasure, I love that, you know I love getting you off, but you've been teasing and denying me all year and ohhhhhh-" he lost his train of thought as Miss Wolf plunged down, taking him deep into her happily humming mouth.

He started to speak again but Miss Wolf caught his gaze and she knew what he was about to ask for, and he could see she knew, and the barest of nods, with his cock still buried in her mouth, was all the permission he needed. He bucked up, pulsing spurt after spurt into her kiss, for she'd lifted up slightly, ensuring his cum stayed in her mouth rather than going down her throat.

She stroked her hands over his chest, pausing to briefly grip his neck to remind him how she owned him, and then cupped his flushed face lovingly, leaning closer. As her mouth parted, his did too, swallowing the sperm and saliva that she let dribble out of her mouth into his.

That sloppy, somewhat humiliating act turned into a slow, tender kiss. When she broke the kiss, Miss Wolf could see her pet's love for her, and his relief at having finally been allowed to cum.

She wouldn't do anything to lessen his feelings for her.

If anything, what she did heightened his passion. What price his sense of relief, if taking it away kept him perpetually so desperate, so pliable, so deliciously adorably addicted to his need to please her?

Yet Miss Wolf had to admit, it was a little darker of her to gain as much enjoyment as she did from those moments post-orgasm when she shifted her tone of voice to the hypnotic lilt he'd learned to obey, and triggered the cue for him to remember all the orgasms she'd given him that year.

It wasn't the fact he remembered the orgasms in that instance that turned her on so much. It was how he also remembered her taking the memory of those orgasms away. She knew, every time he realised what she was doing with him, he learned anew that she was a Mistress not only to be loved, but also feared.

It was clear he realised that, too. Realised the helplessness of his situation. It was why he was always so quick to plead, to beg. Sometimes she'd listen to him sob and plead for minutes. Sometimes she even, temporarily, let him believe he'd convinced her.

Maybe those were the times she was at her cruellest. When she let him snuggle with her, believing he'd no longer feel like he'd been denied orgasm all year. When she curled up against him, and just as he started to doze, he heard her murmur those fateful words again. "... remember to forget..."

***

He struggled against the wrist cuffs restraining him to the bed. He was aching to cum, a helpless mess of desperation and devotion; it had been years since his last orgasm.

Miss Wolf thought he looked cute when he was this close for her. He was her pet. And that was the only truth that mattered.

Owners always know what's best for their pets.

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Infinity pools are beautiful, but as with all bodies of water, they can be dangerous.

If you aren't careful, you can drown in them.