I have you stand facing the wall, palms flat and arms braced. Naked, of course. I can see the sweat at your shoulders, the effort it takes not to move, not to make a sound.
No blindfolds, not today. I want you to see what’s happening, to watch the drop of precum form at the tip of your already throbbing member.
You’re already hard, have been for a while. The throb of anticipation, of not knowing, of teasing kisses and soft hands.
A soft moan slips from you and is met with a harsh slap of leather against your buttocks.
I’m perched there, on a chair just behind you, a frown on my lips. I place the paddle on the table beside me, pick up my phone and reset the timer. 5 minutes. Then I go back to browsing Reddit.
You do better this time, staying still, staying quiet. You’re still hard, another condition for this game.
I stand on tiptoe behind you and kiss one shoulder.
You’re doing such a good job – I murmur, arms wrapped around you from behind.
Then I’m there, on my knees in front of you, taking care with the pillow runder my knees.
Remember, I say. No moving. You must do your very best to stay perfectly still. You may moan, but no words.
You let out a sharp hiss of breath as my fingers finally wrap around the base of your cock, my breath hot on the delicate head. I brush my lips against it slowly, you whimper softly as I press against you, the wetness of my tongue cupping the bulbous tip.
Salt. I taste you, running my tongue up and over, pulling back to lick lightly at you.
I feel the shiver in your hips. Careful, I murmur, remember. Stay still.
Your breath is ragged as I continue, now sliding my mouth down the length of you, then pulling back, over and over. My fingers still grip you tightly, my other hand raises to gently cup your balls and tug so, so softly.
I can feel the tension building in your legs, the restraint. You yearn to thrust forward, to tangle your fingers in my hair and pump and pump and pump. I release your cock from my mouth. Now, leaning forward to press a kiss against your hip.
You’re such a good boy.
You wimped as I lick the length of you, my wrist now pumping slowly, corkscrewing down. The precum drips from you now, and I catch it in my palm of my hand as I stoke, faster and faster.
You are shaking now, I can feel your control slipping. But you are doing such a very good job holding on.
I lick and suck and stroke, teasing and retreating. I look up at you and you are desperate, your eyes pleading.
Do you want to cum? You may use your words.
Yes mistress, you whisper, breath ragged. Please.
I smile. Ok, I say. You may come now.
Then my hands are splayed on your hips and I am sliding your cock into my mouth, tilting my head back so I can feel you in my throat. You let our a guttural cry and your release is hot and sticky, pouring down my throat. My swallowing milks you dry as you shake and shake and shake.
The effort is too much and you collapse but I am there to catch you, guiding you gently down to the ground and my arms. You shudder, involuntary, as I press a kiss to your forehead.
We’re not done, I whisper softly.