[Fiction] Bad Girl

[Whispering Dom]

Today

I take a sip of my coffee and scroll through the news headlines on my laptop. It’s hard to concentrate, I want to go and wake you up now and take you, both for your sake and mine, but yesterday was challenging, you were a wreck when I put you to bed, so I’m going to let you sleep a little longer.

I get up and refill my coffee cup from the french press on the kitchen counter, then go and sit again at the kitchen table. I really can’t concentrate on the news, I’m thinking of you, so I close my laptop and lean back in my chair. I look at my watch, still early, 6:30 am and despite my desire to wake you, I hold back.

You’ve been my sub for about six months now. It started online, but you had always said that deep down you were looking for something real, and since we lived not a million miles from each other, after a while, perhaps three months, we decided to meet up and see how it went. It worked out really well, and now you often spend time with me, not full time, you still have to finish college, but most weekends and occasional other times when I’m not too busy. Despite our age difference, I don’t let you call me daddy, and fortunately you don’t seem to want to, happy for me to just be your Dom.

I hear a noise at the entrance to the kitchen and look up. You are standing there wearing just the t shirt that I had put on you when I put you to bed last night. It looks like you’ve been crying. I get up quickly and go to you, put my hands on your shoulders.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?” You sniffle and bury your face in my chest. I stroke your back, my hand instinctively slipping down and stroking your naked butt and feeling your soft skin doesn’t help my own sense of arousal. You look up at me, your eyes a little red.

“I failed…” you pause and choke back a sob. “I failed you, you have to punish me!”

“What are you talking about? Why would I want to punish you?” I want to laugh, but don’t.

“Because I failed you, that’s why!” You sound angry. With a sigh I lead you to the kitchen table and sit you on a chair. I squat down beside you and look at you. God you’re gorgeous, and all I really want to do right now is fuck you. I shake my head.

“Ok” I say. “Tell me how you think you’ve failed me.” Despite my frustrated arousal, I’m still finding the situation mildly amusing so I’ll humor you, but for sure yesterday was anything but a failure. I was worried when I first saw you, thought something bad had happened, but at least that doesn’t seem to be the case. You look at me and sigh.

“I was dreaming…” you pause. “Dreaming of you.” You look at me. “You were fucking me, I was so turned on…” You choke back another sob. I smile, nothing wrong with any of that in my mind. “In my dream, I came…” You look down at your hands. I have to say I’m a bit confused, none of this seems bad at all. You look at me, I think you’re going to cry again. I rub your leg comfortingly, which frankly makes me want to turn your dream into reality as soon as I can.

“So what’s wrong with any of that?” I ask, smiling. You look at me, distressed.

“Because when I woke up, I realized I had cum!” You almost shout it at me. “I think I masturbated in my sleep.” You look at me. “You told me not to cum, not until you said I could, and you hadn’t said that I could.” This last said sullenly, almost resentfully. I sigh quietly to myself. I’m pretty sure you didn’t masturbate, you just had a wet dream. I mean let’s face it, you had certainly been very, very turned on last night.

“Well, it’s not like you deliberately disobeyed me…” You’re looking at me sadly. “I mean come on, I’d be a terrible Dom if I punished you for that.” You shake your head.

“No! I failed you, I deserve it.” I sigh quietly again.

“Look, it was an accident…”

“No! I don’t care. You have to punish me, I failed!” You’re glaring at me. I have no idea where this sudden desire to be punished has come from, but honestly I’m beginning to find it irritating. My idea of being a Dom has very little to do with punishments. I mean you’re my sub because you want to be, you’re here now because you want to be, and what’s more in all our play I know that for the most part you are happy to do the things I tell you. Sure, you like to push back a bit, but you enjoy being submissive, you are submissive, and give yourself to me willingly and yesterday was absolute proof of that. You’re never really disobedient, a bit sassy sometimes, but actually I like that, so why would I ever want, or feel the need, to punish you. Still, you’re obviously not going to let this go.

“Look, you understand that a punishment wouldn’t be something you’ll like, right?” You nod. “I mean really, my instinct would be to not let you come here for a while. That would be a real punishment…” You gasp, and I look up at you. I pat your leg. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to do that because I don’t believe that what happened merits a punishment.” And besides, it’s definitely not something I would really want to do, I very much enjoy having you here. I pause. “But I can tell it means something to you, so I’ll come up with something. Ok?” You nod and I think I even see you smile a little which frankly irritates me even more. I have a sneaking suspicion you may be trying something on, trying to get something over on me. But if your tears were fake, well, you should probably enroll in drama school.

“Thank you” you say quietly. “I deserve it and you should. I’d never disobey you on purpose, but still…” I shake my head, trying to think what I’ll do. Damn it, all I really want to do is fuck you, but that’s for sure no punishment.

“Ok, go and wait in the playroom” I say. “I’ll be in shortly.” You nod and start to get up. I stop you. “One thing I can tell you” I say, “is that your punishment won’t involve you cumming. You understand?” You look at me miserably and nod, if only you knew that I was far more unhappy than you about that! I love to make you cum, I love to see and hear your orgasms, you’re fucking adorable when you cum, so vulnerable… And not only that, but just a few minutes ago I was anticipating my own orgasm with you, now put on hold. I shake my head. “Alright. Go.”

I watch you as you get up and walk out of the kitchen, your cute, sexy naked butt tormenting me below the t shirt. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Well, at least you’ve managed to piss me off a bit, so hopefully I’ll be able to come up with some decent things that will at least seem like a punishment. I sigh again, out loud this time. Dammit, how did it come to this?

[Whispering Dom]

Yesterday

I’m sitting at my desk in my study. You are lying naked on the sofa, reading a book. Studying I hope. You’d arrived late last night, and slept in a bit, so I haven’t had a chance to do anything with you yet, let alone fuck you, although when you’d walked naked and sleepy into my study it had been a close call. I’d seriously considered putting what I was doing aside. But we have the whole weekend…

I like to keep you naked when you’re with me, both for me of course, but also for you. I know being naked turns you on, and I love turning you on. I look over at you. You’re laying on your tummy with your legs bent at the knees, your feet in the air, your chin resting on your hands. Again I have an almost overwhelming urge to fuck you, but I resist. I sit watching you for a while then you turn your head to look at me.

“Studying hard I hope.” I say, trying to sound firm. You smile back at me.

“I’m trying…” You look me in the eyes. “But you know what I really want?” I laugh to myself. Oh yes, I know exactly what you want, and it’s nothing to do with studying. You’re looking at me over your shoulder. “Please…” You wiggle your bottom suggestively. I sigh quietly.

“And what does my girl want?” I say, teasing. I know exactly what you want, but suddenly, despite my very real desire to fuck you I feel a tiny stab of irritation that you seem to think that any time you want to orgasm I’m supposed to jump to attention and oblige. I mean, you’re my sub, I’m the Dom…

“You know…” I think you’re fluttering your eyelashes at me. For some reason this irritates me even more. Flirting with me to try and get your way. Normally I wouldn’t mind, I’m always happy to give you an orgasm or two. But today, I think maybe I’m going to show you who’s in charge. I get up and walk over to the sofa, you make to turn over onto your back, but I put my hand out and stop you.

“So, you want to cum, do you?” I say, looking down at you and knowing that’s exactly what you want. You seem to have an insatiable sexual appetite whenever you’re here with me, sometimes I’m not sure I can keep up. But I’m certainly going to keep trying, and for sure have fun along the way. Well, maybe it’s my fault for having made you come to my study naked, knowing you would get turned on. Still looking up over your shoulder at me you smile and nod.

“Yes please…”

I run my hand over your skin, caressing your back, and you wiggle with pleasure. I let my fingers run down your back, gently caressing your butt cheeks and you sigh quietly and flop your head down and spread your legs. My hand slips slowly between them and I stroke beside your lips. You’re wet and I smile to myself. Poor thing, you really do want to cum, don’t you. You thrust your hips upwards, trying to get me to touch you, I move my fingers back to your butt, stroke slowly between your butt cheeks and you moan with frustrated pleasure.

I let my hand slip between your legs again, this time brushing your lips and you spasm and gasp, spreading your legs wider. Slowly I start to masturbate you. I can tell this isn’t going to take long, I guess lying here naked has got you very aroused. I smile to myself. God I love seeing you orgasm, but I’ve decided that today will be different. I hate the idea of denying you, but for just one day… Yes I think. You shouldn’t be taking anything for granted, least of all orgasms just because you feel like it.

I speed up my stroking, slip two fingers deep inside you for a moment and you gasp and moan loudly. I know you inside out by now, know how you sound, know what you look like when you’re going to cum. I recognize the way your breathing changes, how your body tenses, and when I can see your face, there’s a vein there on your forehead that sticks out when you orgasm. It’s so sweet…

I can’t see your face now, it’s buried in the sofa, but I know you’re close, very close. I keep stroking and probing you, focusing entirely on your breathing beneath your moans of pleasure. This is it, the point of no return, your hips bucking, you’re going to cum. I pull my hand away. You cry out into the sofa, I see your own hand pushing down beneath you, going between your legs. I grab it and pull it away. You twist around and look up at me, your eyes pleading.

“What are you doing? Why did you stop?” I chuckle quietly.

“Not yet” I say. “You cum when I say you can.”

“But…” I slap your naked bottom.

“Yes, it’s lovely. But not yet.” You are breathing hard, I can see the frustration and anger in your eyes.

“Please…” Begging me. I shake my head.

“No. Go and put some clothes on. Let’s have some lunch.”

“I don’t want any lunch” you say petulantly. “Please…” I shake my head again.

Slowly you roll over onto your back, spread your legs. Your eyes fixed on me, looking into mine. Inviting me, You lick your lips. It’s almost too much for me, your naked body there for the taking, but I’m not going to give in. You are my sub, you cum when I want and when I say. I put my hands out and grab your wrists, pull you to your feet and stand you in front of me.

“When I say” I say quietly. You purse your lips. I lean in and kiss you, you resist at first, but then let me in. I pull away and look at you. Your small breasts, small dark nipples so hard, the faint tan lines from your bikini, your smooth crotch. I take a deep breath. “When I say.”

“But I want…”

“I know.” I cut you off softly. “Later. I promise.” You shake your head in frustration.. “Now go and put some clothes on and we’ll have some lunch.” You look up at me angrily, then finally I see the fight go out of your eyes and you lean your head against my chest and sigh.

“Ok.”

“And don’t you dare…” You look at me. “Don’t you dare give yourself an orgasm.” You nod sadly. I believe you. “I’ll know, so don’t even think it.” You sigh again quietly, but nod your head. I let go of you and watch as you walk dejectedly out of my study. It’s all I can do not to jump you, but still, I like this. It’s new. I never deny you usually, but I want to see where it goes.

[StrippokerMick]

Great story so far - looking forward to where this goes

[Whispering Dom]

I’m sitting out on the deck, waiting for you. It’s sunny and warm, and the deck is secluded and private looking out over an orchard of citrus trees with rolling hills beyond. I take a sip of wine and wonder idly what I’m going to do with you for the rest of the day. I’ve decided that you are going to be teased and denied until at least this evening, possibly… No, probably until tomorrow morning. I’m going to wind you up tight, and when I come to wake you tomorrow morning - well I imagine it’s going to be quite something. For both of us. My own arousal is likely to be as strong as yours. I’ve contemplated having you give me a blowjob… I mean that would certainly turn you on too, so goes along with my plan. But it does seem a little cruel, me getting to cum and you not.

I hear you step out of the sliding door from the kitchen onto the deck. I look up at you. You’re wearing a cutaway t shirt with “Bad Girl” written on it in big pink letters that comes down to your belly button, and the tiniest pair of jean shorts I’ve ever seen you in. Your arms, legs and feet are bare. Clearly you’re not giving up without a fight, hoping that your outfit will provoke me enough to make me want to fuck you and give you your release that way. I guess some people might not like the battle of wills, want blind obedience, but I have to say that I really enjoy it.

You walk slowly over to the table, carrying a large glass of water, and sit down next me. You glare at me for a moment, then shrug and sigh quietly.

“I don’t get it” you say sulkily. “Are you punishing me for something?” I laugh.

“Of course not, I’m just having some fun.” I look you in the eyes. “Aren’t you enjoying it?”

“Not really.” You reply sullenly and pause. “I mean of course, I enjoyed it all, right up to when you stopped. Now I’m desperate.” You look down at the table and I think I see you are blushing. I reach over and stroke your face, you turn to look at me. I lean in and give you a lingering kiss on your lips.

“Just enjoy it.” I pause, looking at you. “You know I love to make you cum, but you’re not calling the shots.” You’re looking at me. “You cum at my command, you’re my sub. You orgasm when and where I want you to. Understand?” There’s a long pause while you look at me, finally you look away, but nod your head. “It is what you want, to be my sub, isn’t it.” It’s not really a question, I know it is. I hear you sigh.

“Yes. It is.”

“Good. Now have something to eat.” I look at you. “Want some wine?” You shake your head.

There’s smoked salmon and toasted brioche on the table. I take some, squeeze some lemon juice onto it and eat it. Tastes great. You reach out and take the smallest bit you can and put it in your mouth. Obviously it’s not that bad and you reach out and take some more. I smile. We sit and eat in silence for a while, the food seeming to take your mind off your frustration. Not for long I think. It’s just come to me what I’m going to do next…

You’re still nibbling at your food, but you look happier now. Just for a moment I consider abandoning my ideas of teasing you, your skimpy outfit almost wins out, and as I’m sure you hoped it would, makes me want to rip what little you are wearing off and take you. I can hear my emotions trying to drown out my mind. Just do it, she wants it and so do you. But I hold out, just. I turn away from you, look out over the orchard and the hills, take a final sip of my wine, and take a deep breath.

“Should I clear the table?” I look round at you. You’ve stood up and are facing me.

“Have you had enough to eat?” I ask. You nod. I look at you for a while. So sexy standing there all that flesh on display, but I know that’s what you want me to think. Finally I nod to you. “Sure, why don’t you.” You turn to pick up plates off the table.

“Wait!” You stop and turn back to look at me. You wait for me to speak. I look into your eyes. “Take your clothes off.” I think I see a tiny smirk. You think you’ve won, think I’m going to give in, sure that being naked is a prelude to me giving you the release you are so desperate for. Silently you lift your t shirt over your head, no bra, and I see that your nipples are very erect. You breath in, undo the tiny shorts, and wriggle out of them. No panties. Naked in front of your Dom. You wait. Expecting, hoping that I will act.

“Now clear the table.” I think I see a look of surprise, but you quickly mask it. You look at me for a moment, then nod, and turn to pick up the plates. I watch as you carry them into the house, your naked butt provoking me all the way! I think you may be trying to wiggle it provocatively, not that it needs any improvement in my view, it’s perfect. I sit back and take in a deep breath, trying to get myself under control. You walk back out of the kitchen, pick up your water glass then look at me.

“Shall I take your wine glass in?” I nod at you, and hold it out, not too far though, forcing you to come over to me. I hold it up, forcing you closer, you take it and make to turn away. My hand quickly reaches out and strokes your butt. You stop, turn back to look at me as I run it over your smooth skin, gently stroking up between your cheeks. You moan quietly. I press my fingers between them, feel them pushing in and running over your asshole, you stagger slightly, but move closer to me. I reach out my other hand and slip it between your legs, you spread them instinctively, wanting my hand there, sure now that I am relenting and will give you your release.

I stroke you slowly, my other hand still teasing your asshole. You are moaning quietly. I run my fingers over your clit, so wet, and you gasp and stagger. I stand up facing you, hope you’re not going to drop the glasses. But I keep going, speeding up my caresses, watching you closely. Your cheeks are flushed and your breathing is fast, again I know you are close, giving yourself to the pleasure, wanting the release. You are moaning constantly now as I play with you, your legs are trembling, I can see that vein on your forehead start to appear. I watch carefully, don’t want to ruin it. Don’t want to go too far…

“Oh god… Oh yes…” you gasp. You have started to thrust yourself against my hand, desperate now to finish, to orgasm. I leave my hand there just a moment longer, but I know that you’re going to cum if I don’t stop. I almost consider letting you cum, you look so gorgeous in your highly aroused state. But I manage to pull myself back, and allowing you one more thrust, I pull my hand away.

“No…” It comes out as a gasp. “Why? Please…. No!” You are looking at me, shocked that I have denied you again, you were so sure you could get me to relent. You stand there, mouth gaping, panting for breath. “Don’t… Please don’t… Don’t do this to me. Why?” I almost give in, you look so unhappy. But fuck it, you are my sub, you will cum when I say, not a minute before. I know this is strange to you, I have never denied you like this before so perhaps you think something is wrong, perhaps think I’m angry with you. I smile at you, trying to reassure.

“When I say” you shake your head. “Yes.” I look at you, into your eyes. “I’m sure I don’t need to say it again, but under no circumstances are you allowed to touch yourself right now. Understand?” You look at me for a long moment, then finally, reluctantly you nod your head. “Good girl” I say. “Now, go and put the glasses in the kitchen.” With a small resigned shake of your head you turn and walk again into the kitchen. Dejected, you don’t bother trying to wiggle your bottom this time. Doesn’t matter to me, it’s perfect as it is…

[Whispering Dom]

I pick up your shorts and t shirt and follow you into the kitchen. You are standing, leaning against the counter, your eyes closed. You open them and look round at me as I walk towards you. Although I’m obviously not going to tell you, this is almost as bad for me as it must be for you. I’m desperate to cum myself, having you naked like this, teasing you, seeing you so aroused… Still, it’s going to be spectacular when I do end your very short bout of celibacy.

You turn to face me as I walk to you. I hand you your clothes, you look at me sadly. I put my arms around you.

“Don’t be sad” I say quietly. You shake your head. I pull you towards me, and kiss you on the mouth, you cannot help but respond. You push yourself against me and I feel your hands go around my waist. I feel you starting to grind yourself against me, against my crotch, against my obvious erection. Suddenly your hand is there, rubbing me through my jeans. I can feel you fumbling with the buttons of my fly. Reluctantly I put my hand down and pull yours away.

“Don’t you want me to…” You are looking up at me, your face flushed. I laugh quietly.

“Of course I do, but not now.”

“Why not?” You look up at me. “I want to.” I sigh quietly.

“I’m not going to let you cum.” You shake your head vigorously.

“I don’t care…” You are breathing hard, looking up at me. “Really, I don’t. But I want to make you cum. Please…” I look at you intently. Your cheeks are flushed and you are breathing fast. I’m trying to figure out what your angle is, pretty sure you are trying to get me to the point where it’s more than I can resist to fuck my naked sub that way giving you your release. You are still looking up at me, your eyes seem desperate. I breath in deeply.

“Look, I’m serious, I’m not going to let you cum.” Again you shake your head. “Not yet.” I pause. “But I promise you that you will cum when I’m ready, when I want you to.” I say it gently, wanting to reassure you that this is just play, nothing more.

“I know.” Again you shake your head. “But I want something, anything. Please, let me…” You pause and take a breath. “I promise I won’t try and cum until you let me, and I know it will probably make it worse for me, but I want something. I need something. I’ve been looking forward to this all week.” I look hard into your eyes. Should I? It just seems cruel. But I’d been thinking about it before, and you are right, it would make this whole experience more frustrating for you. And you’ve suggested it… I sigh quietly.

“Go to the playroom” I say. “Wait for me there.” I see your face light up. You actually smile.

“Really?” I nod. “Oh thank you, thank you.” You sound so happy, excited almost. You lean forward and kiss me on the lips, then turn and walk away, towards the playroom, your naked bottom filling me with desire. I’m still not sure. Up to now, a part of my justification, if you could call it that, not that I need to justify what I do with you, was the fact that I was suffering too. Sure, you weren’t getting your orgasm, but neither was I. Could this be a trap? I know that since I first edged you this morning you’ve tried, albeit unsuccessfully to get me to give you an orgasm. But you seem to have accepted that I’m not going to give in, and you have promised that you won’t try to cum. I guess I really do need to trust you if I’m going to expect you to trust me.

I walk slowly towards the playroom. I call it that, but to be honest, it’s just a spare room that I’ve put a few things in. Nothing fancy, far from a real BDSM dungeon, but it’s a place I can play with you that at least feels different from a bedroom. The main feature is a what I laughingly refer to as your pleasure frame. It’s an old exercise bench with a rag tag framework around it that enables me to tie or cuff you to it in plenty of different positions, either with you on the bench, or just freeform, so it provides for some interesting bondage scenarios. I’m thinking of how I want to let you make me cum. At this point, I think the best, most submissive way will be to let you blow me while tied up so you cannot move, and I know you love sucking my cock, so that will increase your frustration levels.

I walk into the playroom. You are standing there, clearly eager to begin. I guess you threw your clothes into your bedroom on the way. I walk up to you, stand close in front of you, looking you over. It still seems cruel, but hell do I want to cum. I look at you closely, I let my hand move to your body, I flick your nipple and you gasp quietly.

“You’re sure you want this?” I say quietly. You nod your head vigorously. “You’re going to be even more frustrated than you are now…” You lick your lips, but nod your head again. I let my hand slide down your tummy, slip it between your legs and brush across your lips, you stagger. Poor thing I think, you’re dripping. “Last chance to change your mind.” You shake your head. “I’m not changing mine. No orgasm for you, not yet.”

“I understand…” You take a deep breath. “Please, I want to…” I give you a final rub, and you moan loudly. I look you deep in the eyes.

“Ok” I take your hand and lead you to the pleasure frame and turn you around. “Kneel down.” You drop silently to your knees, looking up at me, waiting. There’s an assortment of ropes and cuffs dangling from the frame. I take your left hand, pull it out and snap a cuff closed around your wrist, then do the same with your right hand. Your arms now stretched out sideways from your shoulders. You are breathing heavily, still watching me. I take your right ankle and pull it out, spreading your legs, and grab a length of rope from the frame loop it around your leg just above your knee and pull it to keep it spread wide then loop it around your ankle and tie it off again to the frame. I repeat with your left leg, as I finish I gently tickle the sole of your foot and watch satisfied as I see you are unable to move it from my touch despite trying to pull it away.

I walk around and stand in front of you. I like it, and I’m secretly very glad I’m going to get to cum, seeing you tied up like this, helpless and exposed. I feel another twinge of guilt, sure you’re going to be crazily aroused when I’ve finished. But I’ve given you plenty of chances to change your mind, and you know what you are letting yourself in for. You are looking up at me, expectant, I can see your arousal clearly, your erect nipples, I can even see traces of that arousal between your legs.

I slowly unbutton my jeans and pull them open. You lick your lips, know what’s coming, it’s the only thing you’d be able to do. I pull my jeans and boxers down far enough for my cock to spring free. You let out a little mewl, and I see you tugging your arms as if you want to touch me and moan quietly because you cannot. I step closer, my cock now just inches from your face, I tease you with it. God knows how I manage such restraint, my desire to be inside you is almost overwhelming. I almost want to get down on my knees and fuck you, or go round behind you and… Damn I like your ass. But I take a deep breath, your mouth will do just fine, and you’ll get physically aroused without the risk of you cumming.

I inch myself nearer to your face, and you strain forward trying to reach me. I reach down and stroke your hair and you look up at me, momentarily distracted. For a second I crouch down and kiss you hard on your mouth, pushing my tongue inside you, a prelude, and then I stand up, your eyes following me, your face flushed with arousal. Slowly and deliberately I push myself into your waiting mouth. You gag slightly, then let out a happy gurgling sigh as you start to suck me. This isn’t going to take long, the feel of your lips around me, the warm wetness of your mouth. I have one last flash of guilt, getting my own release while denying yours, but it is soon washed away by the pleasure.

I look down at you, watch your head bobbing in and out. Nothing reluctant about it, your desire and hunger obvious from both your enthusiasm and the little moans of pleasure escaping from your mouth. I’m already so close, but I want at least to let you have some fun, so I try to delay my orgasm. I pull myself out of your mouth for a moment, watch as you move your head forward, stick your tongue out and lick me, your eyes closed. I notice you are thrusting your hips, and for a moment, I worry that you might be able to climax like that. But then you push forward and take me in your mouth again, and I stop thinking. The pleasure washes over me, my teasing of you, of having you naked for so much of the day, flashes of your gorgeous butt wiggling away from me on the deck…

I cum, long and hard, my cock twitching and jerking in your mouth. The release is incredible and I cry out quietly. I watch as you keep sucking hungrily, I see you swallowing, then hear you sigh happily, your lips still around me. I let out a little reflexive laugh from the exertion of my climax, watch as you continue to move your mouth around me, unwilling to stop even though you know I have finished, little moans of pleasure and arousal escaping. Finally I start to pull myself out of you. You keep leaning forward, not wanting me to go, but eventually you cannot lean any further forward without pulling your arms out of your shoulder sockets, and with a gasp you let me out.

You are breathing heavily, your eyes closed, but you have a smile on your face. One happy girl it seems. I crouch down and cup your face in my hands, lift you up and watch as you dreamily open your eyes and smile at me. I even notice that vein in your forehead standing out a little and realize that you must have been very close to cumming yourself. I stroke your cheek.

“Are you Ok?” I ask quietly. You nod.

“Oh yes. Thank you, thank you…” You reply breathlessly and look into my eyes. “I nearly came, but I managed to stop myself.” You smile at me. “I know you don’t want me to, and I didn’t want to disappoint you.” I let out a quiet chuckle. It looks like you’re pouting, thinking I’m laughing at you. I stroke your face.

“I know” I say. “You’re a good girl.” You smile happily. “Very good.” And I lean in and kiss you softly on your lips. Slowly I get up and pull my boxers and jeans back up. I look down at you. I like you in that position, spread out, exposed and vulnerable. I’m going to use it again. But time to let you up now. Gently I untie your feet and legs, then undo the cuffs. I help you to stand up, and rub your arms and wrists. Amazingly, despite the fact that you must still be so incredibly turned on you look happy and sated. I shake my head and smile.

“I can trust you not to try and give yourself an orgasm, can’t I.” I say. It’s not a question, and I know the answer. You nod your head.

“Yes.” You say looking into my eyes. “Not until you say. Not until then…” I smile at you and nod. “But it won’t be too long will it? Please…” Said so quietly and hopefully, my heart melts just a little, and I smile at you.

“Not too long, no.” Again I stroke your cheek. “But you should expect a little more frustration before then.” And I wink at you as I see your smile turn into a frown. I laugh and kiss you again, you sigh quietly and put your arms around me and lean your head against my chest. Frankly, I’ve no idea why, I’d be mad as anything by now, but I’m seeing a side of you that I’ve not seen before. And honestly, I adore it.

[Whispering Dom]

I walk to your room, and look in. You are lying on your bed, on your side, curled up asleep. I see you’ve put panties on. While you often sleep with me, in my bed, I give you your own space, although you’re not allowed to close the door, I always have access.

I’d gone to take a shower after the playroom, and suggested you have a short rest. Now I’m ready for your next little batch of torment. I’m enjoying coming up with ideas on the fly, it’s forcing me to think, to try to be creative, making me think about what I can do, how you’ll react.

I walk in and sit on the side of the bed. You are breathing quietly. I take a long lingering look over your body, I never get tired of it. I reach my hand out and gently rock your shoulder. You stir and sleepily open your eyes, then look at me and smile.

“Hey…” you say quietly.

“Have a nice nap?” I ask, and you nod your head, then slowly roll onto your back and stretch. I put my hand out and gently caress your breast and you sigh quietly. I look down at your panties.

“I put them on so I wouldn’t touch myself. That’s ok isn’t it?” I chuckle.

“Sure.” I say. “That’s fine. Very sweet.”

“I actually put two pairs on” you say with a slight blush. You pause, looking at me. “You’ve got me wound up so tight…” I laugh quietly. “But you know that, don’t you.” I smile and nod. There’s a pause as you look at me. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” I say

“Why?” You are looking at me. “I mean what made you want to do this today?” I shrug. “You said you’re not cross with me that I haven’t done anything to upset you.”

“Of course not” I say. “It just occurred to me that i wanted to do something different.” I’m thinking, look at you and smile, I want to reassure you that there’s nothing wrong. “I guess to start with I just wanted to set a boundary, make you realize that your orgasms are mine.” I pause. “Both to give, but also to withhold if I feel like it.” I shrug again. You’re still looking at me, but you nod your head.

“Ok. I just wasn’t sure… Thought you might be punishing me for something.” I smile at you and shake my head. I'm not sure where all this talk of punishments is coming from, I’ve never been much of one to think about punishments when it comes to these kinds of relationships, and it’s not been something we’ve ever really talked about in the time we’ve been playing together. I always think that if you need to punish someone because they aren’t doing what you want them to do, then you’re probably not in the right relationship.

“No” I say. “Nothing like that, it’s all meant to be fun.” I see you nod your head again. I pause for a moment. “You know I love to make you cum, don’t you.” You look at me. I smile. “Just imagine how good it’s going to be when I do make you after this.” I say, and I see you smile. I run my fingers over your breast again, feel the nipple so erect, I let my hand slide gently down your tummy, linger at the top of your panties, then run my fingers ever so lightly down them and feel you shudder. I get up from the bed. “Now, get up and take those panties off, let me take a look at you.”

You get up off the bed, and pull the panties down and step out of them. I smile when I see there are indeed two pairs, for some reason I find that very sweet. You are looking at me expectantly, presumably hoping, expecting even that now is when you are going to get that wonderful orgasm, and I have to say, looking at you, once again I almost throw my plans out and cave. I’ve never really wanted to deny you, you’re gorgeous when you orgasm, but I am enjoying this play, and since my own orgasm, I guess have a little bit more self control. You stand there, naked, looking at me. I think you may be trembling slightly, and I know it’s not because you are cold.

“I want to go to the store, get a few things.” You look at me, I won’t say crushed, but I can tell that you were pretty sure I was going to end what is presumably torture for you. “Put on that dress I bought you and we’ll go together.” That dress is a nice, summery dress, very short. It really shows your legs off nicely. You groan quietly and move to pick up your panties. “No panties though.” I say and you look up at me.

“Seriously?” You are looking at me.

“Of course seriously.” I say. “And no bra either.” Your eyes have gone wide. “Just the dress, and some shoes.” You are shaking your head. “It’s not cold out is it.” I say. You are just staring at me. “It’s how I want you.” You stand there, naked, just looking at me. I realize again that this is all new. I’ve never done anything like this before, any time we’ve been out of the house together it’s just been vanilla, and I guess it may be throwing you a bit. I walk up to you, gently touch your cheek. “You trust me don’t you?” I say quietly. You swallow hard, but nod. “You’ll be fine, in fact you’ll look great, I like you in that dress.” You are looking at me, but finally you breath out, and nod your head.

“Ok” You say. “Just the dress and shoes.” I look at you and smile.

“I’ll be waiting in the kitchen.” I say, and turn and walk out of the room, leaving my naked and frustrated sub behind.