I of course do as I’m told, so 30 minutes after she leaves, I have my first session, wrapping her panties around my cock, I stroke for her. My mind wonders back to the day she let me worship her as I had always fantasized, and imagined the day (hopefully soon) it would happen again, but for real.
To my delight, and surprise really, I get a text shortly before the next 30 minutes pass:
Thinking about you…
The timing could not be a coincidence, but I realize it was the first session she could have texted me during as she has been driving for a while to get to the party.
Again, I take Princess’ panties with me and this time I have found some old photographs to inspire me. Nothing scandalous, but it is nice seeing her face.
Again another text, about 30 minutes later:
This is amazing, knowing you are thinking of me when I’m away. I hope you are being a good boy.
Indeed I am, and having the knowledge of her thinking of me has made me more determined to adhere to her schedule. I’m hoping she has more plans for me!
Every 30 minutes now I get a text of encouragement:
do it…stroke for Princess
stroke your cock thinking of me
say my name as you stroke this time
god this is so exciting!
Call me before you start the next session. I’ll be waiting.
The last one raises my hopes. I was truthful earlier, it has been quite a while, and today’s sessions have me on edge just thinking about it. Each turn has taken less and less time and I’m not sure how much longer this can go on.
I think about her constantly now, between the last session and the next, and imagine new ways to please her, to see her, and to show her I was also honest about the reasons for me doing this (besides the obvious).
I have about 2 minutes left. I find a comfy spot in the den, grab a towel hoping that I can please her enough that she releases me, but confident I will do as she says.
1 minute. Should I call early or late? “30 minutes” all depends on when I started. Will she be alone? How will she excuse herself from the party?
Times up, and I call.
She picks up but doesn’t speak.
A minute passes and I wonder if she is still in the room with people, so, like a good boy…I start.
Technically, moaning isn’t talking and since she still hasn’t spoken, neither do I, but I let her know what I’m doing.
I put her on speaker and stare at a few pictures as they scroll by the screen on a loop.
On my knees, I have her panties in my hand as I stroke for her…as I stroke for Princess.
My moans are barely exaggerated as I am ready to explode. Being unable to speak is oddly arousing.
Suddenly, I hear her moan, too, noticing she is breathing heavy as well. This is too much, and I risk breaking the rules but I mumble “Princess” as I stroke for her.
“Yes…” she says, and having spoken first, I take my opportunity.
“Princess…I’m stroking my cock for you…please, will you let me cum today?”
A muffled “not yet…” and I continue…
“Princess is so beautiful I want to cum for her. I stroke my cock for Princess and want to be her good boy. My cock gets so hard for you, your panties wrapped around me. Princess…”
“Not yet…” she groans out and I imagine she has found a quiet room upstairs and is touching herself, just as I stroke my cock for her.
“Oh Princess…you sound so sexy. I stroke my cock for you, but give you my orgasm…please. Please I want to hear you cum for me. I will wait and suffer and deny for you but please…please can you cum for me?”
I can’t make out the words but know exactly what she says. I let go of myself, having edged as instructed, I now focus on her, her voice, her moans, her breathing.
I believe she’s dropped the phone but hope she can her me as I encourage her through what I hope is an true orgasm, and not just a show for on my behalf.
Silence follows, then I her rustling of blankets (I think), and hear her softly breathing again into the phone.
Before she can recover, I thank her and hope she had fun.
“Princess had a lot of fun, thank you. Did you have fun stroking for me?”
“Yes, Princess. I found some pictures of you to help me.”
“Good boy. I hope you had fun cuming into my panties?”
“But Princess did not say, so I didn’t.”
“OMG, I’m sorry! You didn’t?! My what a good boy you are! Well, I am sorry about that. I meant for you to!!
Well, now you’ll just have to wait until my next game, wont you?”
“Yes. Yes Princess, but. Yes.”
“I know, I really am sorry, but the thought of you holding off now…how long would you wait, do you think?
If I asked?”
“I would be your good little boy for as long as you asked, Princess. I would deny myself over and over if just to hear you like that again.”
“My, you are a good little boy and I promise you a good release, very soon.
Now, thank Princess for the fun you’ve had today…”
“Thank you Princess. You are too good for this little boy!”
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