Tonight. Finally. After days and days of being denied, she will let him cum tonight. His mind flashes over the events of the past week. Two weeks? He can’t even remember at this point. Being edged repeatedly in all manner of ways: hands, mouth, toys, riding him first with her pussy then her excruciatingly tight ass while being told not to cum first, under penalty of whipping. Of course, as soon as she came once or twice she just slipped off him and walked away, leaving his cock throbbing, moments from release. It was maddening. He was forced to kneel in front of her, completely naked, while she played with herself for ages, cumming as much as she wanted and fucking herself with everything but his neglected shaft. Several times she rode his face until it was soaked, slapping his balls when he slowed, and giving him a few full, euphoric strokes as a reward each time she came on his tongue.
But tonight is his reward for obedient service. More, she will let him cum “in or on any part of her.” He can’t remember the last time she let him finish freely inside her, so he decides to shoot his load as deep inside her cunt as he can get it. Multiple times, if he should get that lucky. The thought of being allowed to cum as many times as he wants fills his head: her leaking cum from every orifice, coated with whatever is left after her holes are full. Pure fantasy, she would never allow it, but one that makes him rigid against his shorts as he walks up the driveway to their front door. Her car is there too, and he wonders how long she will make him wait before starting his reward. He is not allowed to touch her, or himself, without explicit permission. He knows from experience to follow these rules.
As he opens the door, he notices how dark it is inside. All the blinds and drapes are closed, shadowing the entry hall in contrast with the bright sun outside. As he turns to lock the door, he spots a very simple note attached.
“Naked. Now.”
So much for waiting. A smile creeps across his lips as he sets his work things down and strips off his clothes. Once fully nude he looks around again and sees another note on a table nearby. Next to it lies a small wooden box.
“Use what’s inside, then head to bathroom.”
He opens the box, not terribly surprised to see a ball-gag lying at the bottom. He ties it in place, embarrassingly used to its presence in his mouth.
In the bathroom, another note sticks to the mirror.
“Open me.” He swings the mirror open to reveal the medicine cabinet behind. A pair of handcuffs sit on the shelf, and the note attached to the back of the mirror has instructions.
“Behind the back. Dining room.”
As he looks down to fit the handcuffs properly behind him, a stream of saliva slides through the gag, landing mostly on his chest and upright cock. His hips tip forward in automatic response, but he already clicked the cuffs into place and can do nothing to wipe it off. Hopefully she won’t mind the mess.
Walking to the dining room, spit dripping down his balls and thigh, he finds another note placed on the table in front of a chair.
“Pull the chair out. You’ll know what to do. Bedroom.”
Turning around, he awkwardly pulls the chair out and looks down. He moans loudly, his cock quivering. A plug sits there, already covered in lube, pointing straight up at him. He takes a breath through the gag and positions himself over the plug, using his cuffed hands to spread his ass open. The lube is cold against his skin, but he rubs it around his hole before lowering himself onto the toy. He moans again as it presses into him, ass stretching until it slips fully in with a pleasurable seal. He gingerly stands up and starts towards the bedroom, plug shifting inside him, making his cock stick straight out. His inability to touch it is certainly not new, but no less infuriating, even this close to what he wants.
He pushes open the bedroom door with his foot and walks up to the note on the bed.
“Lie down on your stomach.” He obeys, his cock warm against his abdomen as it presses against the sheets. After a few moments, he hears the closest door open, and she quietly walks to the bed. He cranes his neck to turn and look, but she firmly pushes his head back down. She grabs hold of the plug in him and works it in a circle, pulling on it just enough for him to feel the pressure of his ass trying to hold it in place. She lets go after a minute and gives each cheek a loud swat with her palm, causing him to cry out through the gag. She spanks him a dozen more times, still not saying anything. He can tell his ass is bright red by how much it stings.
She unlocks one of the cuffs, then brings his arms over his head and clicks them back into place. She flips him on his back and stares at him, stretched out and erect on the bed. Now able to see her, she stands over him wearing nothing but a thin pair of panties. She crawls onto the bed, straddling his stomach, and grabs something at the head of the bed. This brings her nipples an inch from his mouth, and he resists any urge to touch her without being told. She shakes her chest over him playfully, taunting him to disobey. Next she clips something to the cuff’s chain, fixing him to the top of the bed. Turning around, still over him, she places her covered slit right on the gag. He can feel the heat coming from her while she takes his ankles and straps them in, fully immobilizing him. The plug is pressing right against his prostate, causing a constant wave of pleasure to move through him.
She gets up and opens a drawer, taking out a length of ribbon. He lifts his head to watch as she ties it tight at the base of his cock, making his veins bulge and the head swell unnaturally. He’s confused, but waits until she’s done tying a little bow to keep it in place.
“Alright slave. As I’ve promised, you’re allowed to cum tonight. I just want to make sure I get my fun in before you blow. Please me first, then you get your reward. Understood?”
He nods, and she reaches up to undo the gag.
“Thank you, Mistress,” he says quietly through a tight jaw.
She climbs back on him with her pussy directly above his mouth and pulls her panties down enough so they lay across his nose and forehead. There’s already moisture there. Vision blocked, he licks upwards and is rewarded with her wet slit against his tongue. She starts lightly playing with his penis, brushing it with her fingers. Even this tiny attention makes it strain against the ribbon. After a few short minutes of lapping at her and sucking on her clit, she starts moaning heavily before cumming on his face, leaking juices down his chin and into his mouth.
“Good boy,” she coos, before pressing her pussy down hard into his face, rubbing her wetness everywhere. She lifts her hips as he takes a breath before pressing down again.
“Did you decide where you want to cum? My mouth, perhaps?” She suddenly takes his length down her throat and brings it back up, making his cock shudder violently against the tie at its base.
“What about…my ass?” she asks playfully as she angles upward to point it at his face.
“I’ll bet, though, that you want to cum in my little pussy, don’t you?” She flips around, taking off her panties completely, and slides her lips over his cock without let him penetrate her. He nods, hips bucking. She smiles, telling him he’s too predictable sometimes.
“Alright. Here’s how this is going to work. I get to cum with you inside me once more, then you start counting down from 60. When you reach 0, I’ll take off the ribbon, and you cum as hard as you possibly can inside me.”
“Yes Ma’am,” he croons, delight filling his voice.
He cries out in pleasure as she shifts her hips and slides him inside, her still dripping hole easily taking his full length. She glides slowly up and down his member, planting a hard kiss on his lips. As she straightens, sitting on him, she picks up speed, riding him harder and harder until he knows she’s about to cum. She slams him deep inside her and he feels her quivering walls trying to coax the cum out of him. As her orgasm subsides, she suddenly grabs the gag and presses it into his mouth, deftly tying it into place before he can protest.
“Start counting, toy.”
“Shikshty…ifty-nine” he starts, and she starts slowly riding him again.
He feels the impending orgasm building, prostate still stimulated by the plug.
“-iftee.” She picks up a little speed, wetness squelching loudly around him. He starts moving his hips into her. She doesn’t reprimand him, so he doesn’t stop.
“-orty” he gets out around the gag filling his mouth. She starts gyrating into him, moans picking up again. She grabs her nipples, pinching them since he can’t do it for her.
“-hirty.” He can tell she’s about to cum again, turning him on even more and bringing him closer to his own blissful release.
“Are you getting close slave?” She says while he keeps counting. He nods vigorously as it builds powerfully in him.
“-enty.” She drops her hips again as she cums around his cock a second time, more juices leaking onto his balls and around the plug. She breathes heavily, staying impaled and bouncing very slightly on his cock while her orgasm passes.
“-en.” She sighs, suddenly pulling herself off his overly swollen, throbbing member, still dripping from her sodden pussy. He loudly protests, eyes bulging as she gets off the bed.
“I think that’s enough for me tonight, actually.” She leans down and gives the tip of his cock a quick lick before turning away from him.
“I’ll come get you in the morning. You’re still free to cum, of course.” She laughs, closing the door, leaving him bound and gagged, cock tied and ass plugged, begging desperately to cum.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/cfr5nu/tonights_reward_mf_femdom_denial_light_bondage
First time sharing anything I’ve written. Please let me know what you think!
All I can say is damn.. I really need more of your femdom writing.