I turn the key to our front door with a long sigh. It has been exactly 5 days since I have last been allowed to touch myself, let alone cum, and the long work day I just suffered through has only made the situation worse. I take a deep breath before walking inside, fully aware that I have at least another 24 hours left on my punishment for the stunt I pulled last week (I still argue that if you don’t want me to find loopholes in rules, don’t make them so easy to loophole, but…).
I am slightly startled to find you standing calmly in the entryway, dangling a thin piece of lacey fabric from your finger as your eyes meet my confused stare. “Meet me in the living room. 5 minutes.” I hesitantly take the item from your hand and try to stifle my smile when I whisper “yes sir” and side-step around you to the guest bath. You have always found such unique ways to keep me on my toes. Maybe I am finally getting off early for good behavior? What a suspicious thought. You were never one to let me off easy. I open my palm to see a bra and panty set in a matching dark red color. An interesting choice, since you know that pink makes me feel the most yours and red makes me feel…well…a way that wouldn’t get me anywhere with someone as dominant as you. I change into the outfit quickly and struggle with a momentary dilemma as to if I should leave my hair up or take it down. I ultimately pull the hair tie from my head as I make my way to the living room.
I turn the corner to see you sitting comfortably in a chair pulled to face the part of the room that hasn’t yet come into view. You’re still in your work clothes, belt and all. You loosen your tie and point at the space between your legs. “Sit.” I take a step toward you to reveal another lace-adorned girl sitting on her legs about 10 feet away from you. My feet pause in confusion for a moment but I follow your directions anyway, mirroring her as I rest my back against your chair. A gentle hand pushes on my back. “Posture, dear.” I straighten my back while keeping eye contact with the stranger in front of us, our gaze only broken by the collar you place in front of my face and then around my neck. “Now,” you whisper directly into my ear, “you’re awfully hungry by now, aren’t you kitten?” I whimper in response. “Wouldn’t it be nice to have someone to feed that appetite?” I turn my head up towards you but your hand turns my face forward again before I can even meet your eyes. “Do you want a bite, kitten?” I nod my head excitedly and let out a breathy “Yes, please sir.” I feel you lean back in the chair before saying “Well, go say hi then.” I don’t hesitate to start crawling toward her, admiring the beautiful way the white of her bra hugs her body. My mouth is watering by the time I get almost close enough to kiss her before feeling the sharp restraint of my leash running out of distance. My face is stopped just short of her, just close enough that her perfume wafts up my nostrils like a torturous aphrodisiac. I hear you say “sit” once more but it almost feels miles away. I gaze into her lip gloss for an extra moment before pouting and returning to my spot at your feet. “Good girl,” you whisper to me.
You speak up then, clearly no longer speaking to me. “You can touch yourself now, princess. Make sure you give her a show while you’re at it.” My mouth drops open at the sight of her shifting her weight backward and revealing her open legs. She keeps her hand in her panties but locks my stare with hers as she starts writhing around in front of us, her soft gasps filling the air. I shift my own weight out of restlessness. You make me sit there at your feet, like a starving dog looking at a juicy steak, for what feels like hours. The girl is now shaking and looking up at me with a look so desperate I want to lunge at her. The sound of you unclipping my leash brings me out of my trance and I look up at you impatiently. Your smirk is almost offensive. “Go put the poor girl out of her misery.” It takes me about 0.3 seconds to fill the distance between me and her, with my mouth covering her body before I’m even sure you’ve finished speaking. I run my hand gently over hers so I can feel what she is doing while I trace my tongue over her chest, neck, and mouth. It doesn’t take long before I feel too impatient and practically rip her panties off of her to get to what is underneath. Your view must have been incredible, with my ass in the air and the face of the girl feeling my desperate desire. She gasps for air in between moans and begs me helplessly to give her permission to cum. I fill her with my fingers as I turn to look for your guidance. You smile and nod. “Cum for me, princess” escapes my lips as I return to tasting her. I reach up and hold each side of her throat and growl “look at him while you cum for me.” The room fills with her desperate screams and the electric tension that is holding our hierarchy in place. We spend several minutes there, with her gasping for her air to return to normal levels and my soaked mouth gently exploring the insides of her thighs. I feel a sharp sting from your hand meeting my ass and then the temptation of your hand running the length of my underwear. Even through the fabric, your hand comes back soaked. You place two fingers in my mouth to clean you off and chuckle at my furrowed brows. “Let’s do another 5 days, kitten. I think you can make it.”
This is a fun story!