Chapter Three
I try to control my heavy breathing, the sweet smell of her sex still in my nostrils. She knows that I struggle to control myself when I�m allowed to smell her�to taste her. I can still feel the soft gentle touch of the feather running over the tip of my hard cock. The sight of her smiling at my discomfort made me all the more excited�.and she knows it. Sometimes I think she can read my mind, lay my most inner thoughts bear.
I must not cum�I must not cum�I repeat it to myself like a mantra. Yet again, she has seen through me. She knows that I will do anything for her special reward�but most of all I want to obey her orders because it will please her.
I turn my head to the side, trying to distract my thoughts from my cock. I rest my eyes on the door. She has left the door slightly ajar, a beam of light shining through. I can faintly hear music. When will she return? What has she got planned for me? I bite into the ballgag, wondering what I must look like, spread-eagled across her bed. Sometimes, she just likes to watch me squirm while I am tied up for her.
After a few minutes, I begin to relax. Perhaps if she leaves me for a while, I will be able to let the erection droop, ready for next bit of teasing.
Suddenly the music stops.
I hear footsteps on the landing outside the door, heels clicking on the floor.
�Oh pet�.� Her voice floats in to the room. I tense slightly, anticipation rising.
�I want to decorate your cock�.do make sure you are standing to attention for me.�
I struggle to look down at my cock. It looks deflated, not even half erect. I begin to panic slightly. I try to move my groin, my ass rubbing the rubber sheets, trying to raise my erection again.
Suddenly she enters. I look over instinctively, knowing it is a mistake. She stands in the doorway, staring at my limp cock. She glares at me, and I look away. I hear her march over to the bed. She takes my dick between two fingers, slowly holding it up. Instinctively it becomes harder.
�What exactly is this?� she asks.
I try to answer, but the gag muffles my words.
�I can�t hear you my pet�.don�t make me more angry by mumbling�. I bite deep into the gag.
�This is simply not good enough, my pet. I need you to be ready for me.� I feel a sudden whack across my cock. I flinch, recognising the feel of the riding crop. She gently squeezes one of my nipples, causing me to flinch again. I see her smile.
�Ah, now we have some response!� I feel my cock hardening. �But I do not expect to have to ask�.I shouldn�t have to tell you that my pet�.
I try to respond, but again there is only a muffled sound. She holds my cock in one hand, and pulls my hair back with the other. She leans in to my ear, licking my cheek quickly.
�Do shut up my pet�I won�t tell you again�.
She pulls my head back and gently kisses my exposed neck. She whispers quietly in my ear.
�If I have to make you erect again, you won�t be sitting down for some time. Do you understand?�
I nod, my eyes wide. She smiles sweetly, gently running a finger tip over a nipple.
�Now, let�s see what we can do here�.�
I can feel her attaching something to my cock. I dare not look down at her. I hear her giggle. I feel her softly running her finger up to the tip, with just the lightest touch. She squeezes my balls softly. I can feel her watching me squirm. She then stands up, turning away. I watch her stroll across the room. Watching her makes me harder. She turns and looks at me. A smile crosses her face. And with that she is gone.
I look down at my cock. Tied to my erection is a small piece of cardboard. I struggle to read the words written on it.
�IN�.10�.MINUTES�.I�WILL BRING YOU�TO THE EDGE�.OF CUMMING��
I groan quietly.
�ONE DROP�OF CUM�..MEANS NO GOODIES�FOR MY PET�
I lay back, harder than ever�..awaiting my fate.