Interlude 19-77

But, his hands close on her head and keep it in place. She is prevented from taking him inside.

"Not yet. I will tell you what you are to do, understand," he admonishes.

A loud groan escapes from her, followed by a meek "Yes, sir".

She feels him step back away from her, and then hears him settle back down into the chair. She wants so badly to jump up and onto him, to drive her pussy down onto his shaft, to somehow get some satisfaction. She knows better, however, and stays in place.

"You know I've been watching you, don't you?" he asks.

"Yes, sir" is the response.

"Good. So far, you have followed my instructions fairly well. You didn't think I'd miss you trying to get yourself off did you? Clenching your thighs was pretty clever, but surely you didn't think you'd get away with it, did you?"

Fuck, he saw me, she thinks to herself.

"No, sir."

"No, you didn't think you'd get away with it? So, you deliberately disobeyed my instructions, knowing you'd get caught. Is that right?"

"No, sir. I mean ... I'm sorry, sir."

"What should I do about it? What do you think would be a suitable response from me?" he asks.

"You should punish me, sir."

"I think you're right. We'll just have to see what we can do to correct your attitude, little lady."

He continues, "Stand up and turn around slowly. I want to see if you put on these very expensive pieces of lingerie correctly."

She complies, and slowly shuffles a circle in place. Her hands are clasped in front of her pussy, trying to give as compliant portrayal of herself as possible.

"Very pretty. You did well, you even got the garters and seams just right. You are learning, I will give you that. Do you like what you are wearing?"

"Very much, sir, thank you for buying them for me."

"You are welcome, but remember, I bought them for myself. You are wearing them to please me, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir. I am sorry."

"Are you wet?" he asks.

"Oh yes, sir. Very much so."

"Show me," is his response.

Turning away from him, she bends over. Using her hands to brace herself on the table, she bends at the waist, keeping her legs straight. This causes the girdle to ride up her ass cheeks a bit, exposing her pussy. Her legs spread apart about a foot and a half.

Her stocking clad legs and ass cheeks frame the light coming from the fireplace. Even in the low flickering light it provides, he can see the glistening moisture on her bare lips. There is no doubt her sex is ready to be used.

"Good. Your pussy is very wet, I can see that. Wouldn't you like to have my finger touching your clit right now?"

"Oh yes, sir. Please touch me," she begs.

"You'd like my tongue teasing your clit right now, wouldn't you? Maybe I could slide a finger or two in and out of you while I suck on your little love button?"

"Please, oh please," she whimpers.

"Most of all you'd like me to shove my cock up in there, wouldn't you? You'd love to feel my shaft sliding in and out between those wet lips, wouldn't you? My balls slapping against your upper thighs as I pound your sex would be pretty nice right now, wouldn't it?"

She can't form a worded answer, managing only a cross between a cry and a deep moan.

"Well, you can't have any of that. At least not now. You haven't earned it," his words frustrate and chastise her.

He continues "Stand up straight. Hand me that other stocking, the one that's stuffed between your tits."

She complies, slowly pulling the nylon from its hiding place.

"Put your hands out," he instructs her. She does so, crossing them in front of her womanhood. He takes the smooth nylon and begins to wrap it around her wrists. After a few moments, her hands are immobilized, bound together by the smooth fabric.

"There now, that's better. I think its time for our punishment, don't you agree," comes his question.

"Yes, sir. I've been very naughty, and I think you need to punish me. Please help me get my head on straight," she responds.

"Good. That's a good attitude. Maybe I won't be quite so strict with you. Now, move towards me. As you saw, this loveseat is wide, but you're still going to have to work a bit to get into the proper position."

With that, he grabs her bound wrists, and gently jerks her to the edge of the chair. He turns her to her right. His right hand reaches out and gently cups the bottom of her left ass cheek, which is peeking out from under the bottom edge of the girdle. The hand starts rubbing gently over her ass, gliding between her pale bare flesh and the black fabric constraining it.

"Such a pretty ass you have, my dear. It's truly lovely how the girdle and garters frame your cheeks. Makes me want to just reach out and spank it. That'd be fun, wouldn't it? Would you like me to do that for you?" he asks.

"You remember what the loveseat I am sitting on looks lie, don't you? I want you to join me on it. Here, on my right, on your knees."

His hands guide her to his right side. Her knees find the soft cushion next to his right leg.

"Now, lean forward. Support yourself with your hands."

He pulls her hands to his left, forcing her to bend at the waist. As soon as her center of gravity moves, her hands, still bound, instinctively reach out and prop herself up. With a slight start, she realizes that he has put her across his knees.

"Lean down, rest on your elbows. Stick you ass up where I can see it."

Complying, her back arches down, hips pivot upward, and her ass is exposed for the world (or at least him) to see. Her head drops down between her elbows, bowed not in shame but in anticipation of what he would do next. A fleeting thought shoots through her head, silent thanks for having avoided her beloved Tex-Mex for the past couple of days. Being in this position, full of gas, would be a shitty situation indeed.

His right hand lightly touches her left cheek. Once again, he starts lightly running the hand over her backside, alternating between her flesh and the material of the girdle. His fingers trace the length of the garters, teasing the flesh of her upper thighs. He slides his grip around between her legs, cupping her left leg just below her lips. He runs it up and down her thigh, enjoying the soft material encasing her leg. The slight swishing noise the movement makes is delicious to both his ear and hers.

"I love your ass. It is so pretty, especially when you wear things like this. Do you like it when I rub it?" he asks.

"Oh yes. Please, more ..." is her soft reply.

His hand pulls back, and with a whack, pops her right cheek at the junction of flesh and fabric.

A gasp escapes from her. His spank is not hard, not painful, but it has caught her by surprise. Another whack follows, this time on her left cheek. Then, his hand swirls over her ass, soothing the areas he just assaulted.

"Remember why we're here? You've been a bad girl, so you must be punished. I can't think of a more appropriate punishment than a good spanking, can you?" he asks.

"No sir. Whatever pleases you, sir."

He pops her butt two more times, once on each cheek. Again, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to keep building her excitement and frustration level.

Taking a slight pause, he reaches over and picks up the container of vanilla flavored lube he had instructed her to place on the table. She hears the slight click as he pops the top of it open. Her breathing stops, in anticipation of what's to come.

A drop of lube falls from the bottle, landing right in the middle of the flower of her exposed ass. She flinches as she feels it, a sharp gasp escaping form her lips. The drop is followed by a couple of more. Then, he sets the bottle back down on the table.

His left hand finds its way to her rear end, resting on the girdle. His thumb and middle finger gently push into her cheeks, and then spread them apart. Her ass is now wide open for him to gaze upon. The index finger of his right hand barely touches the flower, and then softly begins to rub the lubrication around it.

Serious moans now start coming from her. Her hips involuntarily start pivoting slightly, trying to enhance his movements against the closed opening.

His right hand once again pops her left cheek. "Don't move, unless I say you can. Understand?" he chastises her.

"Yes, sir. Please, please stick your finger into me. Please, I want you in me," comes her begging reply.

His index finger resumes it's teasing motion. He's not exerting enough pressure to force the flower open, but the teasing is definitely causing it to pucker in reaction.

"You know, your ass is so tight I think we're going to need some more of this." He picks up the lube, and drops a liberal mount of the strongly scented liquid at the top of her butt crack. She can feel it run down between her cheeks. A bit of it lingers around her flower, a few more drops slide on by and drip down the length of her lips.

His left hand now finds its way to her chest, where her tits are dangling down from the half cups of the bra. He finds the nipple of her left breast, and starts tweaking it, gently pinching it between his fingers.

His right index finger returns to her flower, but this time rests directly on it. He then slowly, firmly exerts pressure against the opening. She can't help herself, and pushes back against him. In no time at all, the opening relaxes, and his digit slides inside.

"Oh, God," escapes from her lips. He decides to let it go, and smiles. She's really enjoying this, he thinks to himself.

His finger slowly descends into her, stopping only when the rest of his hand bumps against her ass. Slowly, he withdraws the digit. Almost all the way out, and then back in, ever so slowly.

She feels him sliding in and out, feels the opening stretch ever so slightly as the knuckles of his finger expand it as they pass. She is in bliss, and cannot restrain herself from moving back and forth to help his movements against her flesh.

"I really enjoyed fucking your ass. I want to thank you again for that. It's really unbelievable how tight you are back here. It was like putting my dick into a velvet covered vise. It really looks sexy, seeing my finger slide in and out of you. Do you like it?" he asks.

"Oh God, more. Please ... harder," is all she can manage to get out.

Rather than comply, his finger slides all of the way out, resulting in a strangled whimper from her. His finger then touches the area of sensitive flesh between her openings, and then slides down her pussy lips. Saturated with her own lubrication, they easily part. There is so much moisture that he feels like he is gliding across ice, not flesh.

As his finger rides over her clit, she gasps, her fingers claw into the fabric of the chair, and her thighs clench together. After the initial shock to her system, she relaxes, as his finger starts to slide up and down between her lips. He is careful not to enter her tunnel, but makes sure to ride up and over the clit on each pass.

Her breathing gets sharper; the deep moans are constant now. His motions speed up, and then slack back off when he feels her tighten her muscles. It won't take much at all to take her over the orgasm cliff, that is apparent. However, he's not quite ready to let her off the hook ... not yet.

After a minute or so, he pulls his hand away, much to her consternation. His left hand is continuing lathering attention to her nipples. They are quite hard, and he is thoroughly enjoying himself with them. She, however, is barely aware of his actions with her chest. Her pussy is aching with unfilled desire, desperately wanting to have something stuffed into it.

He decides to try something he hasn't done with her before. It seems to be the perfect time for it. He twists his right hand a little, and places the tip of his thumb on her ass flower. It is slick with a combination of lube and her pussy juice. He presses the thumb against the opening. It slowly opens to the pressure, allowing the digit to ease its way in.

With a low moan, she pushes back against him, and her opening swallows his thumb's knuckle. Her muscles grasp him, holding him inside of her like a butt plug toy.

His fingers slide downward, the fore and middle digits slipping between her lips. They ride down past her tunnel, and over her clit. Back up they slide and then back down. This time, however, they don't glide over her opening, but curl and find their way inside.

"Oh, fuck," she exclaims. Although her pussy has been wet all this time, it is still a shock for him to enter. A shudder runs all the way through her.

His fingers bottom out inside of her. They can't go too far in, unfortunately. The fact his thumb is imprisoned in her ass, coupled with the angle of his hand, is preventing their full length from entering her. However, if it is a problem, she is definitely not aware of it. The fingers slide back out and then back in. This time, his right ring and pinky fingers ride down the outsides of her labia. They slide up over her clit, causing another involuntary gasp. In and out he moves, fingers sliding up and down. His thumb moves slightly in rhythm. Her ass, her pussy, her labia, and her clit are all being stimulated simultaneously.

Her body quivers in response. Her hands, still bound by the nylon, move behind her head to rest on the back of her neck. Her head is buried in the chair. She is screaming/groaning/moaning, her breath coming in hoarse convulsions. She is barely aware of where she is and what is going on. Her body and her mind are completely mesmerized by the sensations coming from her mid section. She's barely aware that his grip on her nipples has turned into a twisting pinch – not hard, but enough to cause a twinge of delightful pain to go along with the burn below.

He knows she is not going to last long with this attention. He also knows that if he tries to back off and deny her, tease her once again, she is likely to neuter him on the spot.

His movements increase in pace. He varies the strokes slightly, moving the thumb in opposition to the fingers. Fingers go in; thumb comes out, and then vice versa. She feels like she is being impaled by two different entities at once.

The orgasm comes quickly. There is no buildup. Indeed, she's been on the buildup for what seems like hours now. Her muscles spasm. Her teeth clench. Her fingers dig into the back of her neck, leaving circular marks where the nails penetrate, ever so slightly, her own skin. She is completely out of control, and a world away. Conscious thought is overridden by the waves of pleasure firing out from her womanhood.

It continues for a minute or so, gently winding down. Just before it ends, she collapses forward across his thighs. There is no strength in her, no will or ability to move at all.

"I let you orgasm, remember that it is by my choice. It is very erotic for me to watch you cum. It was for my benefit. You haven't earned any rewards yet." He states very emphatically as he lifts her from his knees into a sitting position beside him. She sits very straight with her bound hands in her lap, remembering again that she is the submissive.

She feels him move off the loveseat from beside her and grab her hands. "Stand-up" he instructs her, and then he begins to guide her across the room. She has to trust him completely because she cannot see a thing. He stops, and spins her around. "Sit" he says, and she realizes they have moved to the bed, she can feel the mattress behind her. The bed is tall; she has to rise on her toes to find the mattress edge with her butt.

"Now scoot to the middle of the bed," he tells her. As she moves, she can feel the smooth, cool feel of satin sliding against her skin. His hands are pushing against her ass to get her to the right spot. She feels him place pillows behind her. "You may rest against the headboard, but do not move from this position." Then for several minutes she does not hear him, she does not feel him, it's as if he has abandoned her here. The silence does allow her to catch her breath from the intense orgasm she just experienced. She draws her knees up to her chest to sit and wait.

She smells chocolate. Her other senses are heightened with her sight removed. She feels the bed move as he joins her there. Are her senses betraying her? After several seconds she feels warmth on her lips.

"Open your mouth," he commands.

Her lips part and her tongue extends slightly. Something pushes against her tongue. She tastes warm, rich chocolate.

"You may eat it," he offers.

Opening wider, her teeth move around the mass, and close on it. The chocolate shell breaks, exposing a sweet, juicy mass beneath. The taste is amazing. Chocolate covered strawberries are one of her favorites. Her teeth close, taking most of the berry inside. She slowly chews it, savoring the contrasting tastes, and then with a big swallow it is gone.

"May I have more, please?" she asks.

Rather than answer, he pulls at her legs, and she extends them. He moves on the bed, straddling her nylon clad upper thighs with his knees. She smells his scent, not his cologne but he scent of his manhood. The thought of his cock stirs her own womanhood back to life. She also smells chocolate again. Another strawberry, she wonders?

"Open," she hears him command.

She extends her tongue again, not wanting any of the chocolate to go to waste. She feels the warm chocolate on her tongue but something is different. The shape is not the same.

It's his cock! Oh this is divine, she thinks, as she opens her mouth wide to receive him. He pushes slowly into her mouth, watching her lips part to allow his length inside.

She twists her tongue, circling around the head as the chocolate softens.

"Uhmm," she moans. "Sir, you taste so good!"

She takes him in completely, swallowing against the head of his dick. Her throat contractions pinch the mushroom slightly, sending a shiver though him. Pausing just a couple of seconds, he then withdraws, until just the very tip is still between her lips. Then, slowly, he enters her mouth again. In and out slowly, he savors the pressure her lips place on his head and shaft as it passes between them. Looking down, watching his member slide in and out of her mouth is an incredible turn on.

His hands reach up and grab the headboard. He has to control himself, for if he let instinct take over his thrusts would quicken and be more forceful. He would reach down and grab her by the hair and pull her head onto him. Raw animalistic nature would have him fucking her mouth, rather than gently making love to it. Yes, it might be a good way to get off, ONCE, but chances are she wouldn't be giving him any more hummers!

He is surprised at how quickly he starts to feel the pressure rise in his groin. He can feel the beginnings of release stirring deep down between his legs. This is going to be a big one, he recognizes. Normally, he would back off a bit, calm down, and build up again. However, watching her, dominating her has been such a fucking turn on. There's no way he's going to be able to back off, his dick and balls are fully committed to shooting, and quickly!

He was really doing this domination thing to compete with those damn books, but by God it was getting him off!

Surprised at how quickly it starts, he can feel the mass of fluid as is fills the base of his cock and moves up through it. Just in time, he pulls out of her mouth. As part of his 'domination' of her, he wants to shoot his seed all over her. His right hand reaches down, grabs his cock by its base and aims it at her.

He watches as the first small jet pumps out, hitting her on the chin. Aimed a little lower, the next spurt is massive and forceful, a white rope hitting the base of her neck. The next two jets are almost as intense, and find their way onto her right breast. The last 3 spurts taper off in intensity, and fall across the material of her girdle encased belly. Finally, the last few drops fall directly onto her stocking clad thighs.