Sundays are a regular fixture; a day spent entirely in his service – and bringing friends and other Doms and/or subs isn’t an unusual occurrence either. This particular Sunday marks the four week point of your denial, and the moment you wake up you can feel it. Waking up dripping wet has become the norm recently, and part of you is surprised you haven’t woken up already playing with yourself – goodness knows the temptation is intense.
“Good morning, Sir” you roll over and make your message to him your first action after waking, followed by refreshing the message on your breast with the pen you now keep beside your bed.
“10” bleeps your phone with a new message before you’re done. You close your eyes and sigh weakly. In your current state ten edges will be absolute torture, and you’ll have to be extremely careful. He hasn’t specified anything else, so fingers it is; you lay back against your pillows and slide one hand between your legs. Fuck it feels good and you really need this; ten is more than he has asked for these four weeks, maybe today is the day?
“One, thank you, Sir” you groan, pulling your fingers free of your lips just as your pussy and ass begin to clench eagerly. You lay panting for a few seconds before continuing, your breathing coming in short gasps intermixed with tiny whimpers. “Two, thank you, Sir” you continue, again stopping with moments to spare, your body screaming at you not to.
“T… ten, th… thank you, S… Sir” you stutter as your body jerks and your holes tremble from the intensity of the final edge. Shaking weakly you point your phone camera at your soaked fingers trailing juices back to your drenched lips. “Thank you, Sir” reads your caption before you begin sucking your fingers clean.
Not for the first time this week your day proper begins with changing your bedsheets. If the night hadn’t already left a wet patch, the morning certainly has.
You shower, being careful not to rub at the label on your chest happens almost automatically now, as does meticulously shaving your legs, underarms, and crotch. You’ve been pushed into such desperation that even the water trickling down your body exacerbates the ache between your legs. Clean and dry, you take some time to try and compose yourself, sitting on the edge of your bed and breathing deeply until your body stops buzzing. Though you know it won’t be for long.
A glance at the clock tells you personal time is up, he will be here shortly. You’re pleased to feel that the realisation continues to give you butterflies in your stomach every time, and there’s a big smile on your face as you get dressed. Black garter belt & stockings with a seam, stiletto heels, leather harness ‘bra’, and your collar to cap it off. You still blush as you see yourself in the full length mirror, but you have to admit the harness does accentuate your chest beautifully. Your deep blue jewelled plug and large leather ring gag accessorise the look as you take your place between the unlocked front door and coat hooks.
He walks in and stands in front of you, paying you no attention as he removes his coat and shirt. Immediately you unfasten his trousers, pulling them and his boxers down to his knees and without using your hands manoeuvre the ring gag around his semi, pushing your face into his belly. As you feel his cock swelling in your throat, your hands are busy unfastening his shoelaces – a trick which has taken some practise to get right – and he steps out of them and his other clothes, holding the back of your head as you assist.
This ritual completed he releases you to rock back on your heels, gasping as threads of drool drip down your chin. “Let’s inspect you” he smiles, petting your head as he walks past into the living room, taking his customary seat in the large armchair. You crawl quickly after him, feeling your wetness slick between your thighs and not getting to your feet until you’re in front of the chair. You stand, keeping your eyes carefully level straight ahead, legs shoulder width apart, hands clasped behind your head, chest pushed out.
He sits and admires you for a while, his eyes poring over every inch of your body. You try your best to keep your breathing steady, though you can feel your heart thumping. It surprises you every time that you never get used to this. “Turn” he instructs, and you step around, still keeping your eyes level.
You hear him get up from the chair, and shortly after his hands caress down from your shoulders to grab and then spank your ass playfully. “You’re a good pet” he says, kissing your neck and shoulders; brushing your hair aside. He begins caressing your body as he moves around you slowly, examining your underarms, feeling your legs and then testing the writing on your chest. Satisfied so far he pinches both your nipples softly. “Good job this morning, pet. Only one thing left to check”
He releases your nipples and trails his fingers down your body as he kneels in front of you. “You get so wet, pet, its flattering” he muses, leaning in and kissing just above your clit. “And so soft and smooth, good girl”. His fingers caress all around your lips and wet thighs, probing for anything you might have missed. Apparently satisfied he begins to trail the tip of his tongue down and up the very tips of your lips; a mixture of reward and torture.
Byt the time he stops your legs are trembling, more spit dribbling down your chin. He stands up and steps back licking his lips. “Turn around and bend over”. Shakily, and still with your hands clasped behind your head, you turn and lean forwards, feeling your ass part slightly around the plug, your breasts hanging in front of you. He steps up behind you, his big hands grasping your hips firmly, and pushes his cock between your legs. You feel his tip and then his shaft slide along between your lips so easily with your wetness; not into you, just pressing against your desperate folds.
He begins to motion as though fucking you, keeping firm hold of your body, but moving carefully to stay just between your lips, and brushing into your clit with each movement. Immediately your body is on fire with feeling, every touch of your sensitive tip making your holes clench. He watches with amusement as the plug moves from your body’s reactions, listening to the gasps and moans you make. “Four weeks, pet; I’ll bet that’s a new personal best?” There’s no doubt from his intonation that it’s definitely a question and he expects some sort of answer; but he doesn’t let up at all.
“Uh…. uh… uh-huh” you struggle as you moan through the ring, nodding your head. Your moans soon begin to morph into squeals, your body shaking as it becomes more and more difficult to hold back.
“Uh-uh” he cautions, “don’t!”
You nod frantically, closing your eyes. Your legs are shaking so violently that it’s only his hands that are really stopping you falling over entirely. “Leaaaah! Leeeaaahh!” you wail, certain you’re going to climax, but still wanting permission first. Instantly he lets go of your hips and stops moving; you have to put your hands out to stop your face hitting the floor as you collapse.
He crouches beside your head, the tip of his cock shining with your juices and a drip of precum glistening at the tip. He strokes your hair tendery, “You’re such a good pet.” You lay panting and trembling as the intensity subsides. “Should we have some breakfast?” You nod weakly and he gets up and walks to the kitchen.
Shakily you get back to your hands and knees and crawl after him, your whole body buzzing once again. You find him a the counter pouring a bowl of cereal before taking a seat at the table, and you kneel beside him. He unfastens the ring gag and you move under the table, sucking eagerly on his cock while he eats. The flavour of precum spreads through your mouth, and your stomach growls in anticipation. You’ve found cum to be a surprisingly good start to your day, and especially with the big loads he provides it can even be reasonably fulfilling, at least for a while.
You work his cock as far into your throat as you can, spluttering and gagging yourself over and over. You can feel it twitch and throb, leaking more and more until finally he grabs a fistful of your hair and holds you down all the way. It fills your throat as it pulses, each accompanied by a delicious feeling of thick warm cum dribbling down your throat. “Mmmmmmm, such a good breakfast, don’t you agree?” he groans while stretching back in the chair.
“Yes, Sir; thank you” you sigh contentedly, licking your lips and coughing. The opportunity to please him has temporarily driven thoughts of your own needs from your mind. But they soon return as strong as ever.
“And how about dessert?” he smiles down at you, pushing his bowl away and patting the table in front of him.
You’re only too eager to oblige, and quickly, your heart racing that maybe now is your turn. No sooner are your legs spread in front of him than he dives between and his tongue practically attacks your clit. You shriek loudly barely managing to keep your torso supported as your arms and legs jerk and clench. His hands grip your hips, fingers digging into the sides of your ass and pull you towards him, the wetness from your thighs smearing across his cheeks. “F! Fu… Fuck! Fuck! Oh Shit! Shit! Yes!” you scream.
You do everything you can to hold off the intensifying feelings, to be a good girl and not cum without permission; but you can’t help but hope that he plans to push you past all possibility of stopping yourself, and he shows no signs of stopping. As the feelings almost overwhelm you entirely, pushed into those final moments and unable to hold back any longer your hand flies to the back of his head. Its automatic, you weren’t even thinking – your body just wanting to ride him through this.
Immediately he stops, lets go of you and sits up.
“No! Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhnnnggggghhhh!!!” You gasp then groan, eyes wide in shock, clenching your pussy tight, trying to grasp that last tiny stimulation; but alas it’s gone and instead you clench against the plug and nothing more, twitching and panting.
You look at him, your eyes questioning and pleading, and he grins back at you. Keeping eye contact intensely he moves his hand between your legs, smoothly sliding two fingers into you, and clearly revels in your reaction.
Its a challenge to keep eye contact, but one he is clearly giving you as his fingers curl up and slowly begin to massage your g-spot. You have to work hard to keep your eyes open, looking at him, as your hips writhe against him. “Please, please, please” you whimper as your insides turn inside out. He doesn’t respond, except to rub a little harder and faster. “Oh fuck, I.. I can’t… please… I… I need to”
He reaches up with his other hand and pulls your chin towards him, standing up to lean in himself and continue with his fingers. He kisses your lips, intensifying his rubbing once again before suddenly withdrawing, leaving you bucking and twitching as before. He brings his wet fingers to your lips and slips them into your mouth. “Not yet, pet. I have a surprise for you”.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/dmv9fr/on_demand_21_mfdsdenial