It is Friday evening. I am at home, waiting for you. We live together, and the connection we share is a bit atypical in some respects, but it is close and intimate, and it works for us. Over the last two days, we have both been busy, and have not seen as much of each other as we usually do. But tonight, and for the rest of this weekend, we are both free, and you have made it clear to me that you are in a mood to take some advantage of the sexual power that you hold over me.
You wanted me to be home when you arrive around 7pm, and to meet you at the door, stripped and on my knees, and I do. You are happy to see me there, with my cock already hard with arousal… It has been 3 days since the last time you let me come, but it already seems like longer… I’m feeling such strong desire for you. You bend over and kiss me, and pinch one of my nipples hard. You see my cock pulsing with my heartbeat, but you don’t touch it.
Walking towards the bedroom, you tell me you’d like a glass of water, and I get it and bring it to you. I find you sitting on the bed, still dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. You motion for me to take off your shoes, which I do. While you drink your water, you casually tease my cock by lightly stroking it and stepping on it with your feet. My reaction is predictably responsive… I spend so much of my time hungry for stimulation, and hoping you’ll play with me… But then you stop, and simply rest your feet on my thighs. I sense that you are still a bit preoccupied, and unwinding from your day. Wanting to please and comfort you, I try caressing your feet and your legs lightly, while keeping an eye on your reactions. You sigh, close your eyes, and lay back on the bed. I take this as my cue to massage you for a while, starting with your feet, and then your calves. This usually helps you to relax.
After a time, you sit up again, then tell me to help you out of your jeans, and I do. Still partly dressed, you tell me to help you strap your new dildo on, and I do… I kneel in front of you, adjusting the straps and buckles expertly… I made this harness for you… Once it’s on, you grab my hair and pull me towards you, pushing the dildo in my face. You want to see me suck it, and I do.
A few minutes later I am tied, spread out, face down on the bed, with leather cuffs and ropes. You take a wooden paddle out of the drawer by the side of the bed and use it on me, giving me about 30 strokes. You like the idea of taking me anally while my ass is red and stinging, and my cock is hard with frustrated desire. Finally you put the paddle down, and move behind me on the bed. You penetrate me slowly, then begin moving in and out in a steady rhythm which gradually speeds up. While you’re fucking me, we both get more and more turned on, and I can feel your wetness dripping down on me. I moan with a mixture of some pleasure, some pain, some humiliation, and a lot of desire… After a while, I sense that you are about to come, but you slow down, and then stop and pull out. You tell me you’re not quite ready to come yet, as you unlock my wrists and ankles, and then tell me to turn over so that I’m lying on my back.
You unbuckle your harness and step out of it, and then remove your g- string before climbing back on the bed. You climb on top of me, straddling my chest. I see now for the first time that your pubic hair has been freshly shaved off. You know that I especially love going down on you when you are shaved, so this could be a special treat for me… one which I should be, and would be, very grateful for. You reach behind you to hold my cock just for a moment, to make sure I’m as aroused as you want me to be, and you find me rock hard, desperately hard. I gasp involuntarily at your touch, but you let go after just a moment, and then slowly move forward, until your beautiful, shaved wetness is an inch from my mouth. Your scent intoxicates me as always, and I long to taste you, and touch you, but I am well-trained, and I know better. I need your permission for that, and you haven’t given it. My body tenses.
“Do you want it?” you ask.
“You know I do.” Every part of me wants every part of you.
You reach down and caress yourself with one hand. “Mmm, I’m so wet. It feels good.” For a while you play with yourself, and I then sense a climax building again.
“I’m close to coming now,” you say. “I don’t really need any help from you…”
“Please let me taste you,” I say.
“I’ll be happy to, but it’s going to cost you.”
“We can make love all night. But you’re going to do the work. You’re going to lick me, and touch me all over, and I’m going to come and come… and you’re not.”
“Of course, whatever you want,” I tell you. It sounds like torture, of course, but I want it intensely anyway. I love getting you off, touching you, tasting you.
Then you say, “But that’s not all. I want more. And I want you to tell me what price you’ll pay. What will you do for me, if I let you taste me tonight?”
You want to see what I will offer you, as a measure of my desire for you, and my submission to you. You know I’m deliriously turned on. I want you to be pleased. I want to come up with something that will impress you, turn you on, and prove how enslaved I am.
“OK,” I say, breathlessly, “For starters, you can tie me up when you’re done with me, and leave me bound all night, and I’ll have to sleep that way.”
“A nice idea,” you say, as you stroke yourself with two fingers, an inch from my face. “What else?”
“You can give me 40 hard strokes with a paddle before we go to sleep tonight… Or first thing in the morning if you like…”
“Why not both?”
“OK. Both. Eighty strokes… please… will that be enough?”
I’m looking up at your face now, and you give me a look that seems patient and loving, but expectant. “That’s all very nice,” you say, “But you can do better.”
We both know you can demand what you want, and I’ll do it. But you are giving me an opportunity to come up with things myself, to please you, and I don’t want to disappoint you.
“Time,” I say.
“You said I wouldn’t get to come tonight. But you can make it longer than that… a lot longer.”
“Yum,” you say. “How long did you have in mind?”
I am already so frustrated, and I am acutely aware that you can make even a few days seem like an eternity when you want to. But I want you to be happy…
“A week,” I say. “I don’t come for a week.”
“Mmm, that sounds good,” you say, still stroking yourself slowly. You close your eyes, and I notice you moving away from me just slightly…
I can tell you like the idea, and you’re considering it. But I can also tell that you’re not really as impressed as I hoped you’d be. With my own head clearing slightly, I realize what you’re probably thinking…
A week may seem like a long time, especially when I’ve already waited a few days, and I’m so unbelievably horny, high on sex, high on you. But a week is nevertheless fairly routine for us, so a total of ten days is not actually pushing the envelope very much.
You look as though you’re about to speak. I had been afraid you would say no, but now I’m more afraid you’ll say yes, without being as pleased as I hoped you would be.
“Wait,” I say. “I’m sorry… that’s not enough.” I pause for a moment. “I’ll give you two weeks, starting tonight. Please… You can make me wait two weeks before I come, and then only if I’ve been good, very good, in the meantime.”
“Mmmm, nice,” you say. You take a deep breath, and I know we’re getting somewhere now. I am much relieved to have done better, even as I feel the rush of combined fear and arousal at the prospect of what I’m about to get myself into.
“That doesn’t seem like too much to ask,” you say, “for letting you taste me, and serve me.” You move closer to me again, straddling my face, so that the object of my desire is almost touching me, and I can feel the heat of you on my lips. My body tenses again.
Then you pull away, move to one side of me, and gently push me to the foot of the bed. You prop up some pillows at the other end, and then lie back, making yourself comfortable. Looking into my eyes, you spread your legs. You know how beautiful you are to me, and how much power just the sight of you can have over me. You motion for me to come toward you, then grab my hair and pull me down between your legs, so that my head is resting on one thigh. Your warmth and wetness are so close again, it takes effort to contain my desire to taste, kiss, and caress you. I can tell you are very aroused too, but you are more relaxed.
Finally you speak again. “I’ll hold you to everything you promised. And I expect you to be good, and work hard for me, tonight, and for the next two weeks, or I’ll make you wait even longer. Understood?”
When I answer, it comes out as a whisper. “Yes.”
“Fine. That’s the deal, and if you’re ready you can seal it now, with a kiss.”
You know I will, and I do. You taste so good to me. You’re so wet, and obviously happy. I want you to come a thousand times tonight. …