Play For Me

Nicole sat down at her computer and clicked on the Internet icon. She idly ran the cursor back and forth across the screen as she listened to the electronic screeching that indicated her connection to Don, her favorite sub. He should have received her gift last night. “You have 1 new message.” Immediately, she opened it. It was from Don, of course. He had received her present and after wracking his brain, could not figure out what to do with it. She laughed as she thought about how the little clinking balls would drive him crazy. That was her intention after all; to keep his mind on her and to teach him some control.

Nicole had finally decided to meet Don, after being his on-line Mistress for a year. The meeting was set to happen in exactly one month. She knew him better than he knew himself, truly. And there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her. The only thing that concerned Nicole was the possibility of Don, a top salesman for a very prestigious firm, being unable to submit to her when he could actually see her petite, five foot figure and soft delicate facial features. She didn’t look the type to be a mistress at all. Don was six foot three, and weighed over two hundred pounds. The picture of Nicole ordering Don to kiss her boots and actually getting results would shock most people, but she knew she could do it. She owned his heart, body, mind, and soul.

This particular gift was picked with the idea of putting one last straw on the proverbial camels back. She remembered how she had stood in the toy store and lifted the shiny silver ball. It was heavier than she’d expected and cold. Five more balls just like this one hung from the bar waiting to transfer the energy she would provide. With a flick of her wrist she sent the ball into motion. Clink! It hit its neighbor and the ball on the opposite end of the row jumped to life. Clink! Clink! Clink! The balls took turns bouncing and clinking. The rhythm created was mesmerizing. Passers-by stopped to watch the balls dance as well. With a sly smile Nicole thought, yes, this would be her instrument of instruction.

After quickly typing a hello, come chat, e-mail to Don, Nicole clicked on her chat program. It only took a few minutes for Don to join her.

“Good morning, Mistress Nicole,” he greeted her.

“Good morning, Don. How are you today?”

“Wonderful Mistress, thank you. I love your gift! Are the swinging balls a code for what I should be expecting to happen when we meet? LOL”

“Smile. No, they’re a tool I intend to use to ready you for my arrival.”

Nicole’s instructions were very simple. For the next three weeks Don was to keep the toy on the night stand by his bed. Every morning as soon as he woke up, every evening when he got home from work, and every night just before he went to bed he was to start the balls clinking and think of her. Then he was to masturbate until he came. Don was ecstatic. Cumming three times a day for his mistress was wonderful!

The first few times, he found the clinking to be a huge distraction. It was sort of like Chinese water torture. He really had a hard time cumming. He tried several things; lotion, whipped cream, dirty magazines, even erotic stories, but they didn’t work and he ended up writing emails to Nicole begging her forgiveness for being unable to complete his task. Nicole was very supportive and gave him small “punishments” to make the process easier. His first was to wear the vibrating egg she had given him, strapped under his balls for an hour before he was allowed to attempt cumming with the clinking again. It didn’t take long for his balls to constrict as he listened to the clinking after that hour. The next time he had trouble she made him record the process for her on video so she could see if there was something he might be doing wrong. The thought of her watching sent him right over the edge as his hand slid up and down his shaft. Over the next three weeks Don grew to love the clinking of the little silver balls and would become instantly erect at their sound. And although he thought of her often, during the time the balls clinked, Nicole was foremost in his mind.

At the end of three weeks Nicole was very pleased with her sub’s progress. “All right, Don. Tomorrow you are to take your toy to work and place it in a very conspicuous place on your desk.”

Don smiled. Now he could have his reminder of his mistress at work! He was delighted.

“I know you'll enjoy it. The only rule for my toy is that you can not cum until the balls have been clinked ten times by people coming into your office. And then, you must ask for my permission.” Nicole knew Don worked in a pretty quiet office and it would take some time to get ten clinks. She smiled as his response took a while coming back.

“Yes, Mistress. I understand. Have I done something wrong?”

“Oh no, you have been wonderful lately! I will see you in one week face to face. I want you to think of me as much as possible between now and then. And I want you to know that you completely belong to me.”

“I do Mistress. I am so lucky to belong to you. I will do as you wish with a smile in my heart.”

“Thank you, Don. Have a nice evening.”

Don went home and immediately put the toy in his briefcase to remove the temptation to play with it as he had for the last three weeks. He instantly became erect thinking about the control Nicole was asserting over him. He loved submitting to her so much.

The morning arrived and Don set the toy on the corner of his mahogany desk. The silver balls reflected off the shiny surface of the highly polished finish. He smiled at his secretary, Amber, when she brought him his messages. She couldn’t help but notice the balls and sent them clinking. Don almost groaned aloud as his erection sprang up in his trousers. Breathing deeply, he calmly took a notepad out of his desk drawer and marked his first clink. Nearly trembling, he listened for the balls to slow their clinking. His erection throbbed. As soon as his secretary was out of the room he turned on the chat program and looked for Mistress Nicole. She was there, having known he would probably want to talk to her this morning.

“Mistress, can I call You?”

“Certainly, Don.” A minute later the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“I just wanted to thank you for this wonderful gift.” Don’s voice sounded a little constricted and his words practically flew out of his mouth.

Nicole could hear the clinking in the background. “Having a nice morning?” she smiled.

“I was. This is kind of fun as long as I can keep from getting caught.”

“Well, you’ll just have to be creative. Try not to think too hard about how I plan to wrap my lips around that throbbing hunk of meat in your pants in just 5 days. And definitely don’t think about how wet my pussy is right now as my vibrator slides in and out of it. Can you hear the hum?”

“Noooooooo,” he groaned, “all I hear is clink, clink, clink, clink.”

“I have it turned up on high. It’s just working in and out, nice and slow. I sure could use a good long hard, mmmmmmmmmmm. Well, I think I'd better go for now. Please, feel free to call me anytime you need me today.” Blowing a kiss into the phone she purred deeply and hung up.

The vibrator felt so good sliding in and out of her pussy. And the thought of Don, hard and frustrated, thinking about her with such desire, turned her on to no end. He was hers to play with as she pleased. He always got some pleasure from it too and that made it all the better. Closing her eyes she envisioned him on his knees between her spread thighs, his lips parting slowly as his tongue extended past them to taste her wetness. His face pressing farther and farther into her smooth satiny folds. He would be very thorough, driven by his desire to please her, not missing a drop of her nectar. He knew what she liked. Her nipples would be teased, pinched, twisted, and flicked. His tongue would dance over her clit in rhythm to his heartbeat. And when he felt her tense, he would ever so lightly run his tongue the full length of her folds setting off the explosion she craved. These thoughts combined with the vibrations deep within her set her off. Her head fell back as the ecstasy overcame her.

Don made it through the day without any more clinking. It was Monday, so he didn’t have any meetings with clients. As he looked over his schedule for Tuesday the light caught the balls and he saw them twinkle from the corner of his eye. He smiled as he thought of Nicole and then sighed as he looked at the enormous list of clients who would walk through his door tomorrow. Just as he was about to leave, Amber brought him one last paper to sign. He turned around and bent over his desk. After taking a quick peak at his well rounded, pinchable butt, she reached over and "clink,” started the balls swinging. She looked at him curiously when he stayed bent over the desk far longer than necessary. Without turning around, he handed the paper back to Amber and wished her a good evening.

The next day Don put seven more clink marks on his notepad. He only needed one more and he could relieve his aching cock. As each client entered he sent them telepathic messages to start the balls moving. None of them did. It was driving him deliciously insane. Nicole got a new email every time a client left. She grinned broadly as his words became more and more pleading as he waited for the last clink. He didn’t have any idea just how tightly Nicole held his balls in her hands. With a wicked twinkle in her eye, she decided he wouldn’t find out until Friday when he picked her up at the airport. The next three days no one played with the toy, not even Amber, who had seemed almost fascinated with it the first day.

Finally it was time for Don to meet his mistress. Dressed in a tuxedo with tails, top hat, and a lavender rose in his lapel, Don opened his office door to go pick up Nicole at the airport. Once again Amber met him with one last paper to sign. Sighing deeply, he took the paper, turned, bent over the desk and signed. Amber stepped closer to the desk. Clink, clink, clink, clink, clink... Don almost jumped out of his skin. He’d wanted to hear that sound so badly for the last three days that it was a shock to finally have his wish granted. His cock jumped in his pants, stiffened, and threatened to explode almost instantly. Without even moving the slightest, he handed the paper back to Amber and growled good night. Amber was straightening her desk when Don finally left the office holding his hat strategically in front of him.

The limo he had rented for the occasion was waiting for him at the curb. The trip to the airport was just long enough to give him time to relax, a little. Don was so excited about actually meeting Nicole that it was hard.

Nicole’s plane had arrived a little early and she was just entering the terminal as Don found her gate. He knew her instantly from her pictures. She was just as he had imagined. No, she was a million times better than he had imagined! Once again his cock was throbbing and his heartbeat quickened as they made eye contact for the first time. Nicole smiled. She wanted to run into his arms but being very cool, waited for her sub to come to her. Don couldn’t help himself. Rushing to her, he lifted her off the floor in a big hug as he spun her around. When he finally released her tiny body she slid to the floor, not missing the huge lump in his trousers. This was exactly what she had wanted. As fast as he could, Don whisked her out to the limo. Once they were moving, he gently took her delicate hand in his large strong one and brought it to his lips. The soft kiss shook her to her soul. Without missing a beat, Don looked into her eyes and said in a trembling voice, “Mistress Nicole, the balls finally clinked for the tenth time just as I was coming to get you.”

“I know.”

He looked at her quizzically, “you know?”

Nicole smiled wickedly, displaying her dimples to the man she knew she truly loved. Reaching into her purse she pulled out a paper. "Have the driver take us to this address, please." And with a wink, she settled back into her seat.

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Don tapped the window and when it opened, gave the address to the driver. Nicole started talking about the city. She'd never been here before and it was a great way to change the subject. Don didn't take his eyes off her once. He memorized every detail of her, from the soft curls of her dark auburn hair that rested on her shoulders to the three inch black heels she wore. Her breasts swayed slightly as she pointed at things out the window and Don began to wonder if she was wearing a bra. His cock ached worse than he could ever remember. He wanted to jump on her and rip her shirt open. Lowering his eyes, he noticed the hem of her straight black skirt. It had slid up her shapely legs as she sat down and he could see a bit of the lace at the top of her stockings. He really had no idea what Nicole was saying and didn't even notice that the limo had stopped.

"Don, I think we're here," Nicole whispered, having noticed his dazed stare.

"Oh, I guess we are," he stammered, a little embarrassed. The building they parked in front of was unfamiliar to him. It looked to be a very exclusive apartment building. Nicole led the way to the door and grinned as she watched Don's jaw drop when the doorman greeted her by name. "How did he know who you were?" he asked as they entered the elevator.

"We are expected," was all she replied as she hit the elevator button marked PH. Now Don was starting to get a little nervous, but he trusted his mistress completely so he didn't question her further. The doors opened and Nicole walked into the penthouse without even ringing the bell. Don followed hesitantly. Tossing her purse on a table Nicole walked around the room, inspecting the furnishings. Turning back to Don she smiled, "beautiful apartment isn't it?"

"Yes, it's quite beautiful, Mistress." Noticing the view, Don walked over to the huge windows. As he stared out over the skyline Nicole stepped up behind him. She placed her hands on the small of his back and slowly slid them upward. Reaching his shoulders she grasped his coat and helped him out of it. He started to turn around but she stopped him.

"Put this on," she ordered as she handed him a blindfold. He obeyed immediately and when she was sure he couldn't see, she turned him around.

"Now, strip," she commanded. With trembling fingers, he unbuttoned his shirt. His breathing had slowed and Nicole could see little shudders move through his chest. Not wanting to miss all the fun, she ran her French manicured fingernails through the wisps of dark hair that appeared as the shirt opened. He pulled the shirt up and out of his trousers and slid if off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her fingernails tickled his belly as he worked his cumber bun loose and then opened his zipper. Sliding his thumbs into the waistbands of both his pants and underwear he dropped them quickly to the floor. His cock sprang up to greet Nicole and she smiled at its size.

Nicole stepped around behind Don and pressing her lips to his ear whispered, "very nice." Her fingers moved quickly all over his body, bringing every nerve to life. Admiring the goose bumps she created she asked, "are you cold?"

"No, Mistress. I'm very very hot." Even his voice trembled.

"Hmmmmm," she purred, "well, we can't have you overheating."

She stepped back and Don heard her walk away. He wondered what she was doing. He could hear her moving around. He wondered if maybe she was getting some ice to cool him off. A full body shiver ran over him at that thought. Suddenly, he heard "clink, clink, clink, clink." He gasped as if he'd received an electrical shock. His cock spasmed and began to drip precum instantly.

"Oh my pet, you have trained well." Don could hear the smile in Nicole's voice. "Now, you have my permission to cum." She watched as the blush spread all over his body. She knew he'd never let anyone watch him touch himself before. He didn't move. She waited. Still he didn't move. "Is there a problem, Don?" she asked quietly.

"I, I can't do it, Mistress. Maybe I should just go now." Nicole smiled softly and crossed the room to stand next to him. She knew it wouldn't be easy for him to submit to her right off the bat. But she also knew he wanted it.

"Do you love me, Don?"

In almost a whisper he answered, "yes, Mistress."

Nicole reached up and pulled the blindfold off Don's eyes. He looked at her, confused. She smiled again and placing her hands on his cheeks pulled him down gently. Looking directly into his eyes she whispered back, "I love you, Don." Then she kissed him. Her lips moved softly against his. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him tightly against her. He responded in kind. Their kiss deepened and became more needy, tongues twisting and tangling. Finally, when he could hardly breathe, Nicole pulled away. She winked at him and smiled wickedly. He couldn't help but grin back at her, she was just so sexy!

Placing her hands on his hips she turned him around to face the windows again. Pushing him forward she brought him right up to the glass. The sill hit him about mid thigh so if anyone happened to be standing outside the window they would see all of his nakedness. They were on the twentieth floor though, so they both knew that wasn't likely. Still, Don felt extremely exposed. Nicole kissed his shoulders. Her hands ran the length of his back, her nails digging little trails in his smooth skin. A kiss here, a nip there, he was moaning softly and started to lean back against her. She put her foot between his and kicked them apart until he had to put his hands on the cool glass to keep from falling over. This left him open and vulnerable and Nicole purred softly into the small of his back as her hands moved around to caress his stomach. Her tongue slid down his spine, leaving a wet hot trail to the top of his crack. She kissed each cheek and ran her hands up and down the outside of his thighs. His breathing was slow and steady and his muscles quivered when her fingers passed over them. Settling to her knees she kissed her way down to the back of his left knee. This was one of his most ticklish areas and she nipped and licked it until he groaned and started to squirm. Then she did the same to the other knee. This time when he squirmed she stood quickly and smacked his ass hard with her hand. He grunted and she hissed, "be still."

Pressing her body hard against his back he felt her stiff nipples poking him as her hands moved around his hips. She rubbed her nipples up and down his back slowly. Her fingers slid into place to cradle his balls. He whimpered as she squeezed slightly. She pulled his balls upward and told him, "move your feet closer and stand up."

Don did as she asked immediately. "Now, show me how you touch yourself." He placed his hands on hers and rubbed them for a minute. Then he wrapped his fingers around his cock and began to stroke slowly. Nicole continued to kiss his back and tickle and squeeze his balls. He was soon stroking fast and moaning loudly. He was getting close and Nicole moved away. He groaned when he felt her leave him. She was watching him, he knew. But he was so close and he wanted to please her so he stroked faster. His eyes closed and his head fell back as he felt the tension in his balls becoming too much to contain. "Mistress! I'm going to cum!"

Nicole stood next to him and watched. "Cum for me, Don. Now!" Her words set him off. His cock spasmed and the hot fluid shot out in spurt after spurt. His moans echoed around the penthouse, causing Nicole to smile and lick her lips.

After what seemed an eternity to him, he relaxed and opened his eyes. The window in front of him was streaked and a pool of cum covered the sill. Nicole smiled and pulled him down to kiss her again. She devoured his mouth, then released him, and looked into his eyes. "You don't expect the maid to clean that up now, do you?"