Katie stirred awake. She yawned and stretched, taking a moment to remember she was naked in Matt’s bed, thinking of yesterday’s experience. He leaned down and brushed a strand of hair back behind her ear and kissed her on the forehead, “It’s early, I’m going to work in a bit and I’ll let you get back to sleep soon. Just don’t sleep too late, I have your list downstairs for you.” He smiled at her, then pulled the sheets away. His gaze lingered as she blushed slightly, still getting used to being so exposed. His hands wrapped around her hips as he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. She was relaxed, allowing him to position her. He lifted her hips, placing a pillow just right to bring her off the bed. He frogged her legs, leaving her well presented. He pulled a chair close to the edge of the bed, Katie noticed he was already dressed for work in a smart 3 piece suit. She could smell the coffee as he sat down and sipped from his mug. “I want you to masturbate for me.” He said in a calm manner. Firm, but gentle. She blushed again. This had always been something so private and intimate for her. Never seen by anyone else. Until yesterday, when he had caught her. “Yes, sir…” she offered, remembering the day’s lesson from yesterday.
“Cup your breasts.” He said. Katie placed her hands on her bare breasts, realizing he was going to direct her throughout the experience. “Squeeze…” she did as she was told. “Circle your breasts with your index fingers.” A delightful shiver went down her spine, her back arched, as goosebumps raised on her skin. Her breasts had always been sensitive to touch and was a favorite way for her to warm up when she played. Guys were almost always too rough, too quick. But she had a delicate touch that made for the perfect self-foreplay. “Using your thumbs, I want you to gently rub your nipples.” She gasped, a soft moan as her nipples hardened under her touch. “Pinch them between thumb and index and roll.” She was so aroused, having an audience. Being directed. “Pull out…” She gasped and moaned. “Bring your hands to your inner thighs.” She followed his instructions. “Now, lightly caress your thighs with the tips of your fingers.” She was really aching now, enjoying her own touch and the submission to Matt. “How do you reach climax? External stimulation or penetration?” She thought for a second, usually she needed her fingers inside. “Penetration, sir…” she said between moans. “Good girl.” She practically purred at the praise. “Right or left hand?” It was so clinical, so direct. No vulgarity or crassness. It drove her wild. “Left, sir…” He nodded, sipping at his coffee. “Take your right hand and cup your right breast. Use your fingers to continue pinching and rolling your nipple. Then place the heel of your hand on your mons.” She looked a bit confused and hesitated. He stood up and took her hand, placing it in position for her.
“Take your index and middle finger and part your labia; present yourself.” She blushed again, feeling so exposed as she parted her lips and allowed him to see her so intimately. Her breathy moans filled the room. “Now, begin rubbing your clitoris.” Again she followed his command, her body really writhing on the bed with each touch. He sat back, saying nothing as she teased her nipple and clitoris, feeling how aroused she was. By now she’d already be fingering herself, so ready and eager. The wait was almost torture. Screaming in her head, she wanted to beg and plead like a desperate bitch in heat but she stayed quiet. Only her moans and panting filling the room. Finally, he spoke. “Katie, would you like to orgasm?” She nodded, so caught in the moment before catching herself. “Yes, yes sir…” she managed to get out. “Using your index and middle, penetrate yourself.” She wasted no time, a loud moan escaping from her lips as she did so. “Pause, hold it just like that.” She could feel her warmth, feel her vaginal walls embracing her fingers. *Tick…tick….tick…*.it took her a minute to place to noise. Like a metronome, a steady rhythm, a deliberate beat that was neither fast nor slow. “Now, masturbate to this beat.” He said, sipping at his coffee.
It took Katie a few seconds to focus and concentrate, finding the rhythm and matching each beat with the in and out of her fingers. It was just quick enough to heighten her arousal and bring her closer to climax. But she began to realize that it wasn’t quick enough and the focus on the metronome pulled her out of the moment just enough to keep her just on the edge. She had no concept of time, no idea how long he kept her in this state. Saying nothing as she continued, her moans and whimpers the only sound in the room to accompany the metronome’s drone. Finally, he broke the silence. “Katie, would you like to orgasm?” She nodded, panting and breathless, “Yes…yes….yes….sir…” she managed to get out. The metronome turned off, he smiled at her. “You will orgasm 3 times, counting each one.” Her eyes went wide, remembering the intensity she had experienced on the pool deck. She increased her pace, eager to finish and feel release. It wasn’t long before she was really bucking. Her toes curling. “O….on…..onnnnneeeee……” she moaned out. Without thinking, she snapped her legs shut. Matt was quick to correct her. It took all her strength to keep them in the frogged position he had put her in. She continued, realizing how sensitive she was. Her body quivered with each thrust in and out. How could he make her cum this well without even touching her? She thought, realizing again that she had never had anything this intense on her own. So worked up, the next two came quickly. Almost one right after the other as she moaned, practically screaming the count out. She lay back, chest heaving as she worked to catch her breath. Matt stood up, kissing her gently, before walking towards the door. “Remember, you have a list that needs to be done by the time I come home.” He closed the bedroom door and left her there. She rolled over, exhausted, and went back to sleep.
She woke in panic when the bright sun streamed into the room. She bolted up and grabbed her phone. “FUCK…” she thought. Almost noon. She hopped out of bed and ran to the shower. She cleaned up quickly, trying not to enjoy the hot water too much. She looked around but realized Matt hadn’t left anything out for her to wear. She shrugged it off and headed downstairs to find his list. Sitting on the kitchen counter in his neat and efficient handwriting was her tasks for the day:
*1. Vacuum*
*2. Laundry -sheets*
*3. Sweep and Mop Kitchen*
*4. Practice position 5 times; start with 5 minutes and increase by 5 each time. Record each practice.*
*5. Prepare and cook dinner in fridge. All pots and pans cleaned prior to serving.*
*6. Clean All Bathrooms*
*7. Home by 5*
Her eyes went wide, wondering if it was 5 or if he could be home anytime before then. She sighed, wishing she had set an alarm. She cracked the fridge open and found all the ingredients for a roast, with simple and direct instructions. OK, she could start dinner around 2 and have it cooked by 5. She took a deep breath, hoping she could complete everything. She set to work in a flurry of activity, scrambling to finish his list. She was scrubbing the last of the pans used to prep dinner when the door opened at 4:30. “Dinner will be ready at 5, sir.” She offered, bowing her head slightly and hoping she had done well.
Her mind raced, trying to run through everything in her mind. Did she forget anything? “Take your position.” He said. She went to her knees and posed perfectly, well-rehearsed from the day’s practice. She held her position as he went through the house, inspecting her work. He came back to her, cupping her chin and making her look up. “Very good, I am impressed. However you forgot to change the sheets and get them in the laundry.” He smiled wickedly, seeing the look in her eyes. He brought her to her feet and took her to the living room.
He sat on the solid wood coffee table and patted his knee. She came over and he positioned her, bent over his knee with her bare bottom up. “I think 10 will do…” he mused. “Your punishments will not always be this easy, but it is your first. Interlace your fingers with your hands behind your head. You will count each out loud. If you miscount, we will restart. If your hands leave that position, we restart. Understand?” “Yes, yes sir…” she stammered.
He brought his hand back, then brought it down sharply against her bared cheek. The sound echoed through the room as she let out a yelp, expecting it to be more playful rather than a true punishment. She had much to learn. “ONE!” she counted, sobbing as her cheek stung. His hand came back and down again, a firm swing with full arm as his palm kissed her skin again. “TWO!”. Warm tears streamed down her cheeks. Her punishment continued, each strike echoing off the walls with her sobs as her cheeks reddened. Finally, it stopped. He brought her to her feet and took her back to the kitchen. “I believe dinner should be ready?” She eyed the timer, “Yes, sir..”. He sat at the table while she made his plate. She brought him his dinner and turned to go back to the kitchen to fix hers. “Did I tell you that you could eat?” The thought hadn’t even crossed her mind. “Assume the position.” He said, pointing at a spot next to his chair. She took her place, silent as he ate and enjoyed his meal. When he finished, he made her stand and handed her his plate. She took it to the kitchen, scraping it off and placing it in the dishwasher. She put the leftovers in storage and started to clean the last pan. As she scrubbed at it, she felt him behind her. His hands reaching around to cup her breasts. “Enjoying yourself?” he whispered in her ear. She moaned slightly as one hand went between her legs. She answered honestly, despite the spankings. The ownership. All the things she should have hated. “Yes, sir”. He unzipped, “Good girl.”
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