“What do you want to do?” she asked, her gaze silently urging him to make the right choice.
He studied her face and smiled understandably. Her green eyes widened.
“How about a drive?” he suggested.
“Yeah, let’s do that,” she replied.
He’d gotten it right.
She glanced at him, recognizing the quiet pride in his expression. He’s always trying to Please me, she thought, a small smile tugging at her lips.
As they buckled into the car, she watched him with a sense of amusement, like he was going to be her main source of entertainment. Her plaything. Her eyes locked on his strong hands adjusting the mirror and clicking the garage door opener. She imagined his hands with thick straps wrapped around his wrists, raised above his head, tied to the bedframe.
He would be powerless.
She smiled, as she reached over and ran her hand up his leg.
His hand moved from the gear shift and covered hers, giving it a quick squeeze.
He looked overand met her eyes. “What” he asked, half-laughing. “What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking about tying you down to the bed, taking your cock and making it mine. And there’s nothing you can do to stop it.”
He shifted in his seat and pulled at his jeans, adjusting himself. Then he reached over and slide his hand up her thigh. She smiled and pushed it away.
“Don’t touch me,” she said.
“Why?”
“Because I said so.”
“I can’t touch you?”
“Not right now.”
“But I want to.”
“That’s too bad.”
“Can I touch myself then?”
“No. Just keep both your hands on the wheel and drive.”
“You’re a cruel little slut.”
“Don’t worry,” she said. “You’ll get what’s coming to you.”
And then he did as he was told. He drove them around. They talked and listened to music. He looked over at her every chance he could. And with each look, his cock throbbed.
By the time they got home, he was a mess. His body was wound tight with a mix oftension and desire. He felt achy and brimming with excitement.
“My cock is so full mistress. I want to show you my cum.” he said.
She didn’t answer. She smiled, then reached over and tugged at the side of his jeans, pulling the fabric tight to reveal his hard cock poking through.
After a minute, he asked, “Please, may I show you my cum, mistress?”
“Be patient. Don’t ask me that again. You will have to do everything I say before I even touch you there. I’m going to tie you to the bed first to make sure you don’t squirm away from me. Now go set up the bed.”
He nodded, his face tend, his body rigid. He was already in agony and she hadn’t even began.
“Yes, mistress,” he replied, stepping out of the car.
He went inside, his erection rubbing against the front of his jeans with each step.
He tried to adjust his stance so the fabric wasn’t pressing on him, but it didn’t work.
He tried hard to focus on his task but as he clipped the strapsto the bed, he couldn’t help but imagine what his mistress was planning.
When she came into the room, she found him laying in his boxes with his arms extended across the top of the mattress, palms facing the ceiling. Ready for his punishment.
She walked over and latched the strap around his wrist.
“Good boy.” she said, pulling the strap tighter. “Now the other one.”
She walked around to the Other side of the bed and strapped him down.
“Spread your legs.”
He parted his legs and she slipped a strap between his thighs and around his ankles. Then she secured him in place.
“Now let’s see how long you can go without squirming. I’m going to gentle tease you over your boxes and when you can’t control yourself, I’m going to punish you.”
“I can’t hold my cock still mistress.” he whimpered.
“You can or I will trap it and force it to be still,” she replied, climbing onto the bed and kneeing between his legs.
“My balls are so tight andfull. They need to cum, mistress.”
“Well they’ll just have to wait.”
She began struggling him lightly, running her fingerprints up and down the shake, avoiding the head of his cock, tracing the shape of his balls, pressing her fingerprints gently over his asshole.
He moaned and his cock flailed against his boxers. Precum began to see through the fabric, slowly spreading outward, the dampness gradually darkening the clothes.
“You’re making a little mess already, aren’t you?” she said, condescendingly.
“I’m sorry mistress, I can’t hold my precum in.”
“Shut up. You’re pathetic.”
He closed his mouth and she continued.
His cock twitched and jerked uncontrollably while she teased him gently. As his boxes grew wetter, the precum became more obvious.
It was hard to keep from smoking, so she didn’t try.
“Look at this, you’re practically gushing,” she said, rubbing her fingers gently over the growing stain.
“It’s embarrassing,” he moaned./p>
“Oh no, I don’t think you’re embarrassed enough.. but you will be,” she replied, pressing her palm firmly down, applying steady pressure to hold his cock in place, the flailing movement beneath her hand still by her grip.
He let out a soft whimper and tried to wiggle his hips away, but her grip was firm.
“Are you ashamed that your cock is leaking for me when I’ve hardly touched it?”
He nodded, his face flushed.
“Tell me.”
“I’m ashamed my cock is leaking for you. I can’t hold it still or stop it from leaking.”
“Show me.”
He let out a quiet moan and began thrusting his hips upward.
“Good boy. Now hold still. I’m going to rip your boxesers off slowly, and expose your balls. Hold Still. Just give me your balls.”
She began to tear his boxes just under his balls, exposing them slowly. Then, she took her fingers and started tracing around each ball, back and forth, up and down, all over.
“Please mistress.”
“Please what?”
“Please touch the head of my cock.”
“No. I’m going to expose you a little bit at a time. That includes your asshole so you need to hold still and keep your mouth shut. I know you have a hard time when I tease you there.”
“Yes mistress.”
He tried to hold still, his breathing growing heavier, his cock beginning to throb harder as she continued.
“There. You’re almost ready. Almost exposed. Now we just need to finish. Hold still for me.”
She grabbed his balls, squeezing gently.
“Fuck mistress please. Please touch my cock.”
“Shhhh,” she said, cupping his balls and sliding a finger down closer to his asshole.
He groaned, louder, his breathing ragged, his eyes glazed over, his hands clenching the strraps, his hips rocking back and forth. His cock started to slip out from beneath the fabric of his boxes. She quickly caught the shake and held it firmly in place.
“You’re not going anywhere. I’m controlling you now. This is my cock. Hold still and lift up so I can get to your asshole.”
He obeyed, raising his hips off the bed.
“Good boy. Now spread your legs and let me rub my finger over your asshole.”
“Please, please! Oh fuck! No, please mistress. I can’t handle that.”
She held the shake of his cock in place and slowly rubbed her finger over his asshole. All the way up and all the way down. Slowly. Firmly.
“Oh god, oh fuck,” he moaned, his ass tightening, his body shuddering.
“Shhh. Close your mouth.” She pulled his cock out from his ripped boxes.
“You’re tied up, everything is exposed and my finger is on your asshole. You just have to hold still and accept it. I’m going to grab the head of your cock next while I play with Your asshole but you have to let me or else.
“Or else what?”
“Or else I will force you to cum against your will. But if you can hold still, if you can resist cumming, I’ll count down and give you permission to cum while I stroke the head, slowly. Isn’t that what you want?
“Yes. I want permission mistress. I want to show that I’m a good boy.”
“Then be good. Don’t squirm and don’t cum until I say so. Do not make a sound.”
“Please.” he whispered, barely audible.
She grabbed the head and slowly started struggling. She kept playing with his asshole. She wouldn’t stop. She was relentless. Merciless. No matter how much he became her to stop, she just kept playing with his ass hole. This way and then that.
He moaned, his whole body straining, trying hard to hold still. She twisted around the head of his cock, stroking it gently then gripping it tighter.
She watched him wrong beneath her, his cock throbbing in her hand. She could feel him getting close.
“You’re such a good boy. I’m almost impressed. You’re doing a great job. Now hold still and let me get my finger all the way into your asshole. If you can take it, I’ll count down and let you cum.”
“I can’t take it mistress please. I can’t hold it back anymore. Stop. Please stop mistress!”
“No, you can take it. Let me get it all the way in and I’ll let you cum. You can take it. Take my finger and don’t cum.”
“Oh god, no, no, no.”
“Let me get it all the way inside. Don’t move. Stay still.”
“Oh fuck. No, no, no. please. Stop!”
“No.”
“I’m going to squirt mistress, please! My cum is going to squirt out of me if you keep playing with my asshole and the head of my cock. Stop!”
“No.”
She keep struggling his cock as she slowly slide her finger into his asshole.
“Open. Open. Keep your legs open.” she commanded.
He slowly and shakily opened his leg wider.
“That’s it. All the way open.” She said sliding her finger in deeper. “Good boy.”
He jerked his head from side to side, fighting to hold his cum in and keep the rest of his body still.
“I can’t mistress please. It’s too much.”
“Shut up. Hold still and let me slide the whole thingin.”
He let out a whimper and she began struggling his cock, slowly, then faster. She rubbed the tip of his cock, teasing it, her other hand still going deeper in his asshole.
“My cum is going to squirt out Mistress. Please stop.”
“No. Hold still and let me stroke the head of your cock and tease your asshole.”
“It’s too much mistress. Please.”
“Stop saying no and do what I say.”
“Fuck mistress! Please! I’m trying to be a good boy. It’s too much.”
She kept struggling his cock and teasing his asshole, her pace quickening.
“Good boy. Good boy.” She stroked his cock, her other hand still in his asshole, her finger beginning to slide in and out.
“Mistress, please! Stop! Stop it! Please take your finger out of my asshole. You are going to force my cum out. I don’t want to cum yet. I want to wait for your permission!” He grunted with effort, each word coming out in uneven bursts, strained and rushed.
“You see how I am controlling your cock now. There’s nothing you can do about it. You’re trying so hard to hold it back but you are going to fail. Your cock is going to burst. You’re going to cum against your will and make a mess all over yourself. You are going to lose all control. Now, open your legs and lift up. Do not make a sound.”
He moaned, his cock throbbing in her hand, his balls tensing, his entire body quivering as he squirt out thick, creamy ropes of cum into the air, over her hand and all over his chest. A stream hit him in the face, covering his cheek, as he understood against his straps.
She watched the whole display, a grin on her face, as she slowly pumped him dry, making sure to draw every last ounce of cum from him.
“Pathetic.” she said, slowly releasing her grip. I told you you weren’t embarrassed enough. It looks like I’ve fixed that now.”
“Thank you, mistress.”
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