Pillar Ch. 04

Dinner had been one distraction on top of another. The food was delicious, a delicate balance between spicy, hot and refreshing. It woke up Ruth's senses, made her feel hot, stirring up the subtle itching in her pussy and nipples. And to make matters worse, a table with four guys having a business dinner had noticed that her nipples were hard through the fabric of her one piece dress.

All this had led to her drinking too fast, painfully conscious of everything about her own body. Tom had happily ignored any sign of her struggling and acted as if nothing was going on. But he hadn't forgotten, evidence by the jar of salve he had put in her hand. This one was red, why? What was different about it? His only answer had been a smile in happy anticipation of her torment.

And torment it was. The salve from the blue jar was subtle, distracting her and arousing her without her much noticing. It made her more sensitive, open to stimulation. The salve from the red jar was a fire burning on her skin, working its way deep inside of her and lodging itself there. During the ride home she had been unable to focus on anything besides herself, images of appreciative glances roaming her dress flickering in her mind's eye, making her pussy clench.

Her breath was shallow as all her pent up desire from the past days, everything that had been kept simmering, started boiling within her. She had trouble holding back, even in the car, and she had considered begging him for release. But there would be no release, Tom had pulled over when he noticed her squirming and bound her wrist together behind the headrest, teasing her at every subsequent red light. She had begged then, but he hadn't relented. Exhausted, she'd given up on finding release any time soon.

"We're back home, good. I want to play with you some more before going to bed."

"Please Sir, no more. I can't..."

She failed to complete her sentence as his teeth nibbled at one of her nipples through the thin fabric of the dress, she moaned and pushed her chest forward as much as she could. She didn't care they were still in the car. His hand slid up her inner thigh and found her pussy flowing with juices, he traced her outer lips and heard her gasping in response.

She was very, very close to coming. Maddeningly slowly he crept closer and closer to her clit, every time she made a move he pulled back his hand and started over at an even slower pace. Finally he drove her so far that she was pulling hard on her bindings, desperate for anything that would make her come. She didn't care anymore if she was exposed, she was beyond that. She screamed in anger when Tom just up and stopped everything he had been doing.

"I think I'll keep your hands tied tonight, just to be sure. And don't you worry, tomorrow is going to be even more fun than today. At least for me it will be."

She tried to say something but he put his fingers coated with her arousal on her lips, not allowing her to throw out something she would regret.

"You don't have any choice in this matter, the only thing you can do is give yourself completely in my hands. Endure and trust that it will be worth it."

He kissed her then, pulling her lips to his, almost animal desire evident in the kiss. Ruth responded instinctively, her body against his, aching for him. When he finally released her, he was breathing as hard as she was.

"Now, try and get as much sleep as you can. The more the better. And tell me where you put the red jar. I'm going to put some more on your nipples and some of the blue one on your pussy lips."

"Tom, Sir, please don't."

"Ruth, you're really not helping yourself. You leave me no choice, I'm putting some of the red salve on that little star between your delicious cheeks."

"Sir! Please, I can't take much more."

"Sure you can, I know you can even if you don't. Now, am I going to have to gag you? I don't like listening to you complaining."

"No, Sir. I'll be quiet."

She lowered her head, resigned to a restless night.

***

Ruth woke to find her hands untied, the redness of her wrists already fading because of some lotion that had been rubbed into the skin. She slid her fingertips along the vague bruise and felt taken care of. She knew that even if she tried to thank him for the kindness he would only smile and tell her to sit down and have breakfast. She lazily stretched, her body couldn't relax, as if a coil deep inside of her failed to unwind. Memories of the evening before returned and she groaned before heading downstairs to get breakfast.

"Ah, there you are. Did you have a good night's sleep?"

"Wouldn't say I had Tom."

"Still a little bit crabby, maybe even horny? Well, you're in luck Ruth. I prepared something special for you. I think you recognize the little blue jar next to your seat and I think you'll know what to do with the thing I attached to your seat. I took my time making a big breakfast so make sure you take your time to enjoy yourself."

She pulled back her sat and saw a small but wide dildo attached to it with a suction cap. She closed her eyes and silently groaned, was he really going to start right away? Nothing to be done about it, she would show him that she could obey him no matter what he asked of her.

She picked up the jar and smeared some of the cream on her nipples, her nipples stiffened at the cold touch. Next she spread the salve over her pussy lips and her clit, spending too much time on her sensitive nub. She arched her back a little and allowed her mind to wander to Tom fucking her agonizingly slowly against the door.

She slipped her finger inside, lost in the fantasy. But even in her fantasy he never sped up, didn't allow her any release. She pulled back before she looked suspicious and settled down on her seat, the thick dildo filling her up and pushing on all her sensitive spots. She bit her lip as she adjusted to the pressure.

"You're beautiful, Ruth. You look great in your uniform, with your hair all messy and blushing so sweetly."

"Why did you make this my uniform anyway? It just looks like something to sleep in."

"A simple white cotton top, not hiding anything but still not revealing too much either. And one of my boxer shorts, so I can see your legs wrapped in something that's clearly mine. Plus, it doesn't hurt your tush at all. I like the simple beauty of what you're wearing."

"Thank you, Tom."

"You're welcome, Ruth. It's as much for your pleasure as for mine."

She smiled at that, feeling warmed by his obvious delight in her.

"Could you hand me the toast and the butter please?"

A naughty smile came to his face as he shook his head.

"Alas, I don't think I can do that this morning. You will have to reach out and get anything you want yourself. I'm just too busy enjoying my cup of coffee here, too busy. It's not good to start a day so stressed, but that's the way it is."

She arched her eyebrow and looked at the spread on the table. All her favorites were at the edge of her reach, she would have to bend over the tabletop and then... Oh.

"Am I allowed to leave my seat, Sir?"

"Of course, Ruth, as long as you remember to sit properly in your seat at all times. And personally, if it is at all possible for you to reach whatever you desire by leaning forward and reaching forward, I would appreciate it if you did so."

She saw his eyes sparkle as he delivered his all but innocent suggestion and she glanced down at the cotton top he had her wear. She answered him with a slight grin of her own and said

"Oh, I will be sure to do just that, Sir."

Breakfast proved to be a playful continuation of the night before, as she teasingly stretched over the tabletop, giving Tom a generous view of her breasts through the cleavage of the top. She paid for every little success though. She had to sit back down on the dildo, pushing and sliding it against her sensitive insides. Every move she made twisted something inside of her that made her freeze in the middle of eating something, her eyes pressed close as a wave of pleasure swept through her. A little puddle had formed on her chair by the time she was done eating.

"Go ahead and shower Ruth, I'll clean up here. Before you go I want you to clean up your seat. I don't want any stains or smells."

He laughed as she threw a crumpled tissue at him, which left her moaning on the fat dildo, powerless to stop his teasing.

***

In the shower, the hot water running over her was bliss on her tingling nipples. She cupped her breasts and kneaded the modest but sensitive humps. Time seemed to stretch as she allowed the gentle warmth of the water to relax her. She imagined herself not being alone in the shower as she washed herself, in her mind her soapy hands were not her own. It was Tom touching and caressing her, before taking his play a step further and slipping his hand lower, ever lower so he could...

She groaned as she barely managed to keep her hands from her pussy. How many times had she played this game with herself these past few days? His telling her she was allowed to play, but never to completion, made it somehow a more desirable thing to do. She could play at the forbidden and feel good about herself for resisting. She had been too late to realize that every time she was pushing herself further into that very conflict that excited her.

She toweled herself dry and dressed in her uniform again, before heading back to the living area where Tom sat waiting impatiently.

"Tell me Ruth, how long has it been since you entered the bathroom?"

"I don't know, Sir."

"Ah, you don't know. I hope for your sake you can tell me how much time you are allowed in the bathroom."

She clenched her hands, looking down as she mutely shook her head.

"Ruth, are you trying to make this worse for yourself? It is good that you admit your mistake, but you will answer me in full when I ask you a question. Stand up straight and look at me."

She looked up at him, clearly ill at ease with his displeasure.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I was distracted, I didn't mean to forget."

"Forgetfulness is a sign of disrespect Ruth. I will deal out the correct discipline for your forgetfulness and your hiding away from me. I trust this will not happen again."

He sighed and got up from his seat, making his way to the bedroom.

"You spent 40 minutes in the bathroom, while the rules clearly state that you are only allowed 25 minutes. If you being horny makes you incapable of following even simple guidelines, then there is a lot of work left for me to do. Come with me, Ruth, you've forced me to change my plans. And take off your uniform, you're not deserving of it for the time being."

It surprised her how much having to give up her uniform stung her. She tangled her fingers in the thin cotton as she followed Tom to the bedroom.

"Undress, lay down on your back in the middle of the bed and spread your arms and legs to the four bedposts."

Ruth quickly undressed, neatly folding her clothes. Tom quickly secured all of her limbs to the bed, leaving her spread-eagled and in no position to avoid anything that might be coming.

"Do you know why you haven't been allowed to orgasm for the past five days?"

"To test my obedience, Sir."

"In a way that is true. But that is only part of the truth, your obedience will follow naturally from what we have set out to build between us. No, what I'm trying to make you understand is that your every pleasure is granted by my hand. There's no longer a need for you to struggle and try and find your own pleasure. All you have to do is obey me and trust that all your needs will be met. Do you understand me, Ruth?"

"I think so, Sir. "

"So you recognize what I'm saying. Describe your experience to me, Ruth"

"I don't, I mean..."

Tom put a hand on her cheek and softly kissed her lips, he squeezed her shoulder with his other hand. It calmed her down, made it alright for her to struggle with her words and feelings she didn't quite understand.

"It's just... in the past, when I would feel horny, I would take care of it quickly just to get rid of the pressure inside of me. It was fine but I didn't really enjoy it, not like I do now. You've made me do homework and I never imagined that it could feel so good just by myself. There's just so much I can do now and it feels like a gift from you, every time I do it I think of you. You standing next to me and looking at me with desire and pride. It feels right that you would give me a sign that I could come, that you rewarded for my effort.

And these past few days have been another lesson for me. For all the different things you've had me do, I still rushed my pleasure. But now, no matter how much I wanted it and no matter how close I came, I knew that if you were standing next to me you wouldn't allow me to take myself over the edge. And every time, more and more, I felt that I didn't want to spoil your gift. I knew that if you weren't there, smiling down at me, I wouldn't be able to let go and really enjoy myself."

Tom's smile softened the dark brown of his eyes.

"You're such a smart thing, Ruth. I'm proud that you understand so well. You never make me doubt that you're worth the best of my efforts. I'll do what I can to push you to the very edge and keep you there, hanging by a thread. Are you ready?"

Her eyes widened a little at the mischievous look on his face and with a small voice she said

"Please, Sir, be gentle with me."

He laughed and left the room for a bit, returning with an oven timer in his hand.

"Since you were so wonderfully honest and sweet just now, I've decided to shorten your torture a bit. I will set this timer to sixty minutes, during which I will keep you on the edge using only my humble self. If you come during this time, I will be disappointed in you since you will have wasted all your effort in restraining yourself up to now.

If you manage to hold on, then I will give you three hours of free time, during which you can choose whatever we do. But I'm not unreasonable so I won't make this any harder than it needs to be. It's your responsibility to warn me when you're getting too close. We need to help each other out."

She closed her eyes as she heard the series of clicks and held her breath as it stopped. She could hold on for an hour, couldn't she? She certainly hoped she could.

The room quickly fell away as they were both engrossed in their erotic dance. Tom was intent on but one thing, and that was bringing pleasure. He wanted to show her how the rise and fall, the tide of desire could be so much more profound than the explosion that was an orgasm.

His first touches were light, his hands hovering millimeters over her skin, brushing along invisible, downy hairs. Occasionally he would bump into her skin, a soft contact sending ripples through her. He hovered his fingertips over her nipples and she arched her back so she could feel his touch upon her rock hard, tingling nubs. But he did not relent, all she did was exhaust herself.

His fingertips left a trail of goose bumps on her skin as he travelled from her breasts to her sides, over her flat stomach along the swell of her hips and calves to playfully tease her feet and then creep up along her inner thighs. His touch remained light, waking up her skin to his touch, making her writhe with desire for a firmer touch. She tried to plead, tried to arch her body in the most pleasant position she could manage for him, but he was deaf to her pleas and struggles. He stopped to give her a breather and said

"An orgasm is selfish, closed off. The sheer intensity of it doesn't allow for much consideration for the one who gave it to you. No, the rise towards an orgasm is the true joy of sex. Impossible to be unaware of the lover granting the pleasure, even if it becomes diffuse and hard to pinpoint where it is coming from. There is always that noticeable presence, touch, smell. When you rush things, you only get a result that you think is good because you don't know any better. But I'll teach you."

He ran his finger across her cheek and she could feel his devotion to her in that touch. She had no other choice but to submit, humbled by his eagerness to give her what she needed. She would gladly obey him, in an attempt to repay him. She could do no less in the face of such fierce love and willingness to serve.

When finally his fingertips left her skin she looked up at him, feeling suddenly abandoned. Her pussy clenched to see him taking of his clothes, showing her his rock hard, pulsing cock. She intuitively spread her legs as far as she possibly could, eager to receive him. Relief and desire flooded her when he settled in between her inviting thighs.

She groaned as he slid his shaft along her pussy, its heat radiating outward. His hands started kneading her breasts as he slid his cock up and down against her slit. She fucked her hips against him, the stimulation climbing up and up, edging her ever closer to a quick orgasm. He leaned forward, covering her with his strong body. He kissed her throat and whispered in her ear.

"You have to endure, you have to fight. Trust me, Ruth. Obey me."

His words pulled her back from the haze she was in, and her senses felt awakened. She could feel his touch much more clearly now. She moaned loudly when he moved again, breathless as her moans acquired a higher pitch. She almost toppled over the edge when he pinned her down to the bed, forcing her to stop rocking her hips by grinding his pulsing cock into her sopping pussy.

He pushed his knees under her legs, locking them into place and freeing up his hands to play with her breasts. He toyed with her as if she were his favorite plaything, twisting and rolling her sensitive nipples, pulling and flicking the stiff nubs. It set of fireworks inside of her, each sharp sting sent a tiny explosion of the purest pleasure rushing down to her core, pushing up against the dam she had thrown up. He leaned forward against and kissed her deeply, she returned his kiss tenfold and it turned into a thing of passion, leaving them both breathless.

"Ten more minutes Ruth, just ten more minutes."

He kissed her again and as he did he slowly fed his cock into the wet oven that was her pussy. They groaned together, like old ships in a storm that would be their last, tattered and beset from every side by towering waves. Once he pushed all the way inside of her, he stopped.

He hadn't told her, but he had been holding back for as long as she had. If he moved even a little, her incredibly warm, inviting pussy would leave him no choice but to unleash all his inner restraints and ride an amazing orgasm together with his beautiful servant. He forced himself to pull out, a shiver ran through him at the effort it took him.

He lowered himself along her body, leaving kisses in his wake. Ruth whimpered at the cold she suddenly felt, the abandonment. She screamed, begged him to spare her when she felt his tongue lick her outer lips. She couldn't hold on if he got any closer to her clit, the slightest touch would set her of now. But he knew, he knew her well by know and hovered where he was, nibbling on her and giving her agonizing pleasure. Ruth trashed against her binding when he started circling her asshole with his thumb, the nerves fired like mad, adding to the roiling sensation inside of her.

She felt her resistance crumbling, threatening to crash over the dam she had built up. She begged.

"No, no, please, no more, I can't go any longer. Tom! Stop! It's too much, stop!"

The clock rang and Tom pulled back, he loosened the ties around her legs and crawled up the bed to loosen those around her wrists. They were both breathing heavily, thoroughly unsatisfied. And still, when she could manage them, Ruth's first words were:

"That was incredible. I'm almost afraid to think what would have happened I had come. I think my eyes would have popped out of my head."