It’s Sunday. Usually this is my least favorite day, because it’s when you perform my weekly “performance review”. Often, this ends up requiring a corrective spanking for some disobedience, whether it is real or made up by you. This week, though, I am quite looking forward to it, since you have promised me an orgasm after seven weeks of obedient service. The though of finally being allowed to come after such a long time has me already very excited when I enter the bedroom.
“Strip and come here.”
“Yes, mistress.”
I quickly take off my clothes and stand next to the bed, which you are comfortablely seated in, covered by a thick blanket.
“Looks like someone is excited.”
“Yes, mistress, I’m super horny. It’s been seven weeks.”
“Indeed. Tell me, did you enjoy that time?”
“Yes, mistress, I love serving you, and making sure you are satisfied.”
“Did it makes you horny when you were allowed to watch me come while I kept you denied?”
“Very horny, mistress, and I loved it. I enjoy suffering for you.”
“Hmm… speaking of which… do you think you were obedient this week?”
“I think so, mistress. I did everything you ordered me to do.”
“Bring me the riding crop.”
Apparently you disagree regarding my obedience, and I may be spanked despite my best efforts to comply with your every instruction. I get the crop from the bedside table and hand it to you.
“Here you go, mistress.”
“Thank you. Now bend over the bed, body across my knees, head facing down.”
I assume the already familiar position, with my butt at the ideal distance from your hands so you can reach it with the crop. With my head sideways, looking at the feet of our bed, I cannot see what you are about to do. The first impact, as always, hits me by surprise.
“OW.”
“Good, you are ready and warmed up. Now let’s talk about your translations this week. Anything to confess?”
I’m trying to think quickly, but I reallycan’t come up with anything. After the first few weeks when we started this new chapter in our journey, I misbehaved several times, but your corrections during those weeks have taught me not to question or disobey your orders. The last three weeks I was so obedient that you had resorted to making up transgressions like “did not bring me the wifi cable” just because you wanted spank me for your entertainment. But you seem serious this week, and I cannot tell what it is.
“I don’t think so, mistress. I have done everything you have told me to do this week.”
You hit my butt three times.
“Have you?”
“Yes, mistress, I have. Please, if I forget anything, at least tell me what, so I can be better in the future.”
Three more strikes on my butt.
“No, you didn’t forget anything. You are really very obedient. Why?”
“Because I enjoy serving you.”
Another three strikes.
“OW. And because you punish me when I misbehave.”
You increase both theintensity and the quantity, giving me five more strikes on my sore butt cheats.
“OW. Are you doing this just for your entertainment, mistress? Because I will gladly serve for your pleasure in any way you want.”
You let out a chuckle, and hit me five more times.
“No, these are not for entertainment. Although I do enjoy your suffering, too. But this is also punishment for your behavior.”
“I’m sorry, mistress, I don’t know what you mean. Which behavior?”
“What day is today?”
“Taylor Swift’s birthday?”
That makes you laugh, but you catch yourself again and give me another hard strike.
“Is it?”
“I don’t know; seemed like a good guess.”
Three more strikes.
“OW. I’m sorry, mistress. I guess I deserve those.”
“You deserve all of them. What day is it?”
“Oh, of course. It’s day 49. It’s the day you promised me you’d let me come again. Thank you, mistress!”
The next five strikes are even harder than the last. Mybutt is really starting to hurt. I guess you really want to make me pay for the rare privilege of an orgasm.
“Well, first of all I said I might let you come after seven weeks. But more importantly, I said I’d do that if you served me obediently.”
“Yes, mistress. I have been very obedient! You have said so yourself.”
“Indeed, but then you lied to me.”
“Lied to you, mistress?”
“You said, just a few minutes ago, that you loved serving me over the last seven weeks.”
“I did, mistress! I still do. I particularly like making you come, and watch you, and suffer for you.”
“And yet you were already all excited and horny when we started, because you were expecting to have an orgasm.”
“It’s been such a long time. And I have been really obedient!”
You finally spring the trap you’ve laid out.
“But it’s all just been because you wanted to come, it wasn’t about serving me. So you lied to me when you said you enjoyed that. You were just longing for your orgasm.”
“I don’t think that’s quite fair to say, mistress. I really like serving you, and I thought the orgasm would be a reward for that.”
I almost forgot you had the riding crop, but another five strikes remind me that you do.
“See, you just want your reward. So transactional.”
You hit me one more time.
“My arm is getting tired. I hope you understand your lesson for the future.”
“I will do my best, mistress.”
“Good. Then I guess it’s time for your ‘reward’ now.”
I can’t believe what I hear. After this threshing I was convinced you would delay my release for at least another week.
“Thank you, mistress!”
“Get on Your back, next to me.”
As quickly as I can I get up from my uncomfortable position and lie down on the bed. My butt is really sore from the spanking, but I do not complain. My penis is also aching, but in a very different way. It is standing fully erect, longing to finally get some release. You emerge from under the covers, and I can finally see that you are wearing a very revealing, cup- and crotch-less mesh lingerie. My hands instinctively wander towards your magnificent boobs, but you swat them away.
“I’ll be the only one doing the touching for now. Hands behind your head.”
“Yes, mistress.”
You also put me in ankle cuffs to restrict the movement of my legs. Then you knee next to me, and start teasing my nipples.
“Are you sure you’re ready? This might be the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had.”
I nod my head vigorously.
“Yes, mistress. I’m so ready. Seven weeks was so long.”
“Aww, poor you. Did you have to watch me come and imagine how nice it must be?”
“Yes, mistress. Watching you come is so hot.”
You give my nipples a light squeeze, and then rub my chest some more. Your hands are slowly inching closer and closer towards my crotch. You circle my penis with both of them, and then softly mass my balls.
“These must be bursting with cum. I can feel how full they are, ready to release their load.”
I groan as you squeeze them, but continue nodding in agreement.
“Yes, please continue, mistress. Please.”
You finally take my penis into your soft hand, and give it a few short strokes, before you stop again.
“Ooops, I think I might have forgotten how this works. You are lucky that you get to practice pleasure me so often, I don’t have that same benefit.”
“You could…”
You gave my balls a slap in response to my cheeky comment.
“OW. I’m sorry, mistress, just saying. Please continue.”
You pause briefly to deliver a few more slaps on my balls, but then you do return to stroking my cock, ever so slowly. Desperate for release, the slow and steady strokes feel like heaven, and my breathing is speeding up noticeably.
“Faster, please, mistress.”
I clearly overstepped, as you first give me one more slap on my balls, and then continue at an even slower pace.
“Don’t forget who is in charge here.”
You slow down the strokes even further, to the point where each one takes five seconds, making them increasingly, deliciously frustrating. After several such teasing strokes, you rub my penis a few more times much faster before you stop to focus on my nipples again.
“Getting horny?”
“I was already super horny before, mistress. At this point, I am full-on desperate.”
You don’t respond, but keep exploring my chest and particularly my nipples with your hands. After flicking them several times with your fingers, my penis is jumping up and down as if it was calling for renewed attention. Instead of your hands, you then start rubbing your boobs over my body, first putting them directly into my face, and then slowly moving them across my chest down towards my crotch. You briefly let my penis rest in your cleavage, rubbing up and down on it with your breasts, before you lean back again, and return tostroking it with your hand. Thankfully, you are no longer using the same super slow motion as before, and masturbate me at a comfortable, medium speed. With all the stimulation from today, including the spanking, it does not take me long to get close to my long-awaited orgasm.
“I’m getting close, mistress. Please may I come?”
“NO. Not yet.”
You stop immediately, leaving me groaning and desperate for more pleasure. Instead, you start tickling the soles of my feet, which are still tied together by the ankle cuffs. Unable to escape, I have to endure this torture, while I long for you to finish what you started. After several long minutes, you return your attention to my penis, stroking it again at the same pace as before. It feels even more intense than earlier, and I can feel a huge orgasm building up.
“Getting close again, mistress. Please let me come this time. PLEASE.”
“NO.”
Once again you stop, right before I was about to exploit. You give my ballsa few light slaps, as if to encourage them to hang in there, while I recover.
“That looked like it would have been really good.”
“Yes, mistress. Please let me come in the next round. I don’t know how much longer I can take this.”
“Hmm, I’m actually gonna give you a choice. Do you want to serve me obediently?”
“Yes, mistress, always.”
“Good. Then I want you to give up your orgasm for me.”
“But… you said there was a choice?”
“Well, that’s your choice: Give up your orgasm to serve me, or don’t, and I know you’re just thinking of your own pleasure.”
“No, please, mistress, it’s been so long.”
“So? You can choose to get your release. Or you can choose my pleasure over yours.”
“If I… give up my orgasm… when are you going to let me come again?”
“Could be tomorrow, could be never, that shouldn’t be your concern. My pleasure, my orgasms are all that should matter, if you really want to submit to me.”
You give my penis a few more strokes.
“This is just a toy for me to play with, when I feel like it. Seeing you suffer like this, horny and desperate, that’s all just for my entertainment. Sometimes I might even let you penetrate me, when I feel like it, but that doesn’t mean that you will get to come. So, do you like serving me?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“And?”
I swallow. I am so horny, and this choice seems like something I will come to regret, but your speech about using me for your entertainment also excited me in ways I don’t fully understand.
“I will give up my orgasm for you, mistress. I only serve for your pleasure and entertainment.”
“Excellent. Then we can finally focus on what really matters: my pleasure. Put your hands on your sides.”
I take my hands from behind my head and put them straight down. My penis is still yearning for attention, but you have other plans. You give me a kiss and then crawl towards my head, and then place one leg on eitherer side of it, giving me an up-close view of your pussy.
“What are you waiting for? Teasing you has made me horny.”
“Yes, mistress.”
I lift my head slightly to be able to reach your pussy with my tongue, and start licking it eagerly. You put your hands against the wall to keep stable as you knee over my face. My tongue explores your labia, circulation around the outside, then pushing between them, and I can taste your juices. You really are horny. I move my tongue very slowly and deliberately, inching closer and closer to your clip, and start circled it. You start to quiver and moan in pleasure. I can feel my penis desperately calling for attention, but you are not even facing it, and you were clear that my focus is to be on your pleasure, and so it stays ignored. As you get more excited, you start moving your hips back and forth, and let your body push down on my face more intensely. I try to keep up with your movement, but at some point you just grind your pussy on my face, and all I can do is stick my tongue out and let you rub yourself on it as you see fit. After about 10 minutes, you climb off of me, and fall down on your back on the bed.
“Bring me my vibrator, and knee next to me.”
“Yes, mistress.”
I undo my own ankle cuffs, to grab the toy and hand it to you. Then I position myself next to you on my knees. You immediately turn it on, and place it on your vulva.
“That was decent, but you will need more training, if you really want to please me.”
“Yes, I do want to please you, mistress.”
“I’ll let you practice daily, then. Every night, before I go to sleep, you will be allowed to worship my pussy with your tongue for at least five minutes. If you are good, you will be rewarded with more time, but from what I’ve seen today, that will require a lot more practice. I probably won’t even come, but we can set that as a training goal.”
“I will do my best to learn how to pleasure you better, mistress.”
You turn the speed of the vibrator up a bit.
“Mhm, that feels so nice. I’m so horny after our little session, that orgasm is going to feel so good, especially knowing that you won’t have any for as long as I decide. Only I get to come.”
“Yes, mistress, only you get to come.”
I’m balancing precariously on my knees in the bed next to you, and watch jealously as you pleasure yourself.
“You may touch me, don’t be shy. You’re supposed to serve for my pleasure, so go ahead, and rub my legs.”
Dispite, or perhaps precisely because of, the feeling of frustration and desperation, I am very excited to be allowed to touch your body, while the vibrator hums away. I would love to grab your boobs, but your instructions were very clear, and so I grab your legs, one with each hand, and start to massage them. You moan with approval, as my hands grab your tighs, and start exploring them.
“YES, like that. Keep going.”
After all the “foreplay”, and with the vibrator on its highest setting, it is a matter of minutes before you exploit in pleasure.
“OH, YES. YES. MHM. THAT’S SO GOOD. AAAH. MMMMHPF”
Your legs are shaking in my hands, and it looks like you are having a very intense orgasm. You remove the toy to calm down a bit.
“Did you enjoy that, mistress?”
“Yes, I did. Coming feels so nice. Very confusing why you would just give that up. But that’s ok; Your orgasms do not give me any pleasure, so it’s better if we don’t even have to think about them any.”
“But…”
The riding crop comes down hard on my butt. I didn’t even see that you still had it nearby.
“OW”
“As I was saying, you don’t need to come for me to get my pleasure.”
“Yes, mistress.”
You grab the vibrator again to go for another round.
“You may gently rub my breasts.”
“Thank you, mistress!”
“For my pleasure, not yours.”
Whichever the case may be, I thoroughly enjoy rubbing your grogeousboobs, while you continue with the vibrator. I use one hand on each of your breasts, circled them all around, before gently rubbing them from below, closer and closer to the center.
“Not the nipples. Touch my legs again.”
As much as I would love to continue caressing your breasts, I obey your order immediately. I am still rock hard, through all of this, and I’m already starting to regret my decision to give up my orgasm earlier. I push these thoughts aside, though, to concentrate on your body and your pleasure. You are already breathing heavily, and close to another orgasm.
“YES, TOUCH ME.”
I eagerly rub your thighs, getting closer and closer to the vibrator, before caresing your hips. My legs are starting to ache in the weird kneeing position you have me in, and I try to shift to a more comfortable position. You notice my disappoint and smile.
“YES, SUFFER. MMMMMHHH.”
Apparently, you derive even more pleasure from my suffering, and your second orgasm seems even more intense than the first.
“AAAAAHAHHHHAAAHHHIII. YES. YES… UFF.”
You flail and spasms wildly, and when you have finally calmed down you look completely destroyed.
“Oh wow, that was a very intense one. I imagine it was almost as good as yours could have been, after seven weeks of waiting, if you hadn’t given it up. But. No. Orgasm. For. You.”
As you say these last five words, you grab my penis and give it one very soft and utterly frustrating stroke with each word, before you immediately let go of it again.
“Now go and make me a bedtime tea while I take my friend here for another round.”
“Wouldn’t you want me to provide you with additional pleasure while you enjoy your orgasm, mistress?”
“No, you would want that. I want my tea, and you serve for my pleasure, so that’s what you will bring me.”
“Yes, mistress, of course. I hope you enjoy playing with yourself.”
You are right, that I would love to be alloweded to pleasure you some more, but I’m also relieved that I’m able to leave my very uncomfortable kneeing position. When I get out of the bed, I have to stretch my legs before I can even walk properly. I give you a kiss, and depart for the kitchen. Just as I leave, I can already hear the soft humming of the vibrator behind me again. I worry to boil the water and prepare the tea, hoping I would be back in time to play with you some more, but by the time I get back, you have already packed the vibrator away and are comfortable under the covers. I place the tea on the nightstand, and give you another kiss.
“Here you go, mistress. Did you enjoy another orgasm?”
“You will never know.”
“I just want to make sure you got all the pleasure you wanted today, mistress.”
“Smooth. Yes, I did. Unlike you.”
“Yes, mistress. I hope you have a good night, then.”
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“Hmm?”
“I told you that your tongue needed more practice, andthat you may use it to worship my pussy for at least five minutes every day.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that started today, mistress.”
“Every day. So get down there, while I sip my tea.”
I go to the bottom of the bed, and crawl under the blanket between your legs, and start to give your thighs a few kisses.
“Still trying to find the way? Your five minutes start now.”
“Yes, mistress.”
I quickly move along your thighs, placing a few more kisses along the way, and start to really explore your pussy with my tongue. Trying to feel every pore, every fold of flesh, every subtle change in texture, I move my tongue along very slowly and deliberately. I can tell that you are still wet, which excites me, and I try to lick up as much of your juices as I can, causing you to moan softly.
“Mhm, you’re really taking this opportunity to learn and explore. Very good. And you must be so horny and frustrated, not even knowing when I might let you come again. But you should know that the only reward for this training is my pleasure, and that’s all the incentive you should need. And the same for your orgasms: They are for my pleasure only. And you know what would excite me? Letting you wait a few more weeks, and then ruining your long-awaited orgasm. Completely take away the pleasure you could have after suffering for so long. Can you feel how wet I’m getting just thinking about that?”
I try to keep licking while also answering.
“Yef miftref.”
“Hahaha, I know you would say that. Next time just keep going, I already know how eager you are to suffer for me. But for today your five minutes are up, so get out of there again.”
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