(Firstly, apologies for any formatting or grammatical errors. I dont tend to write all too often, as I primarily make audios. That being said, I am open to any and all constructic critisism. I hope you enjoy this (admittedly short) idea)
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A shaky breath leaves my lungs as you sink to your knees in front of me, my eyes unable to avoid falling to look over your breasts. The soft fabric holds them perfectly, just enough that your movements make them move and bounce, keeping my attention long enough for you to catch me and let a smirk spread across your lips. It was that smirk that told me that the trouble I was in was about to get even worse.
Already bound to the chair you sat me in, you look up at me from your place between my thighs and start to untie a ribbon that you have wrapped around your wrist. Until now, you’ve completely ignored my cock, throbbing and pulsing between us.
“Didn’t your parents ever teach you not to stare?”
I try to reply. My mouth moves, trying to form the words to apologise, but nothing comes. You shake your head and tut gently, almost sounding disappointed. “If you can’t stop yourself from staring, I’ll just have to put a stop to it myself, won’t I?”. You begin to untie and unwrap a ribbon from your wrist as you speak, leaning up to cover my eyes. I let out a whimper as your breasts push against my now aching cock, and I hear you laugh gently.
Then everything stops. No sight. No touch. The only sound is the thud of my heart and our breathing. The wait for the silence to break feels like an eternity as I squirm in the chair, my cock continues to ache as the air in the room teases every nerve. Your grip brings everything back into focus as your fingers wrap around my length, tightly enough that I can feel every thud of my pulse. Another whimper falls from my lips.
“Oh my poor boy. What’s wrong? Has your brain finally given in and admitted defeat? Given control to this thick, hard cock…hmmm?”
Your hand moves along the length as you speak. I try desperately to find some words but all I can focus on is the sensation between my thighs. I groan, letting my head fall back gently as I try again to speak. “Well it seems we have our answer” you laugh, your hand stopping to grip the base. The fog in my brain clears for a moment and I groan “Please…please can I cum?”.
I feel your hand moving once again, slower now as I wait desperately for an answer that doesn’t come. “What’s this…is my pretty boy leaking already?”. I feel what I assume is your thumb as it runs over the slit and smears my precum. It runs over and around the throbbing head of my cock and I squirm against my restraints as you lean up once again. Your chest is pressed against me as your thumb meets my lips and smears across them.
“Open up. There’s a good boy”. I feel your thumb slip between my lips as I follow your instruction, trying hard not to focus on how good my cock feels resting between your cleavage. The way you praise me sparks something in my brain and I whimper, sucking gently on your thumb. “Please…I need to cum” I whisper as you tease my cock, rocking your breasts along its length.
You sit back again and deprive me of your touch as I whine gently. It feels like there’s a rubber band in the pit of my stomach, stretched to breaking point and about to snap at any moment. My whole body shivers and then I feel your fingers. Nails dragging along my inner thighs gently, teasing my nerves and catching my breath in my throat. I try to hold back. I want to prove myself. The ache has become too much.
The rubber band inside me snaps and I lose myself. I let out a long, low groan as my cock throbs and twitches. My load floods out of the tip, some shooting into the air, some trickling and running down my shaft, pooling on my skin and streaking my thighs. I feel my cheeks burn and my body fill with shame as I realise I have failed. Your hands pull away from me and I sense you get to your feet.
“This is such a shame. I really thought you could hold on for me…but look at what a mess you’ve made all over yourself. I can’t say I’m not just a little disappointed.”
You pull the ribbon up from over my eyes as you speak and I can’t help but look at myself, my cum splashed on my thighs and my cock still lazily pulsing as it softens. I want to speak, but I know that you value actions, not words. I shakily try to regain my breath as I watch you grab your robe and wrap it around yourself.
“I guess we’ll just have to start over and see if you can be good for me next time. I’ll be back when you’ve had some time to think about what I expect from you”.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1129vbm/a_lesson_in_patience_fdomme_msub_restraints