Polaris

"Mmmm, no, I think I'll pass~"

Slowly, as if the tiny voice in her head were controlling it with a crank, Emma's head swiveled around. With an almost mechanical shudder, her incredulous gaze landed on the mischievously smiling face of the late 20's-odd dirty blonde man sitting on the couch beside her. The man was wrapped tightly in a large blanket that hid every one of his features apart from his messy hair and an adorably soft face that made him seem a good five years younger than truly he was.

"You'll pass? It's right next to you!"

The "it" in question was the remote for the TV, whose stagnant black screen had remained unfilled since the man had turned it off a few minutes ago.

"But it's outside the blanket," the man pouted.

"Well that sure didn't stop you from using it to turn the TV off in the first place, now did it?"

"That was before. It's cold out there now!" The man snuggled deeper into the blanket until Emma could barely see the catlike glow of his eyes within the bundle.

"Owen, turn the TV on," the woman rolled her eyes.

"Come and get it yourself~"

"Excuse me?" Emma chuckled.

"Come. And. Get. It. Yourself." Owen stuck his tongue out of the blankets, and retreated once more.

Emma shook her head with a smile. Ever since she'd met Owen slightly over a year ago, it had always been like this with him. Cute, charming, playful -- Emma imagined that other women might not have been as receptive to the last part, but she couldn't help but admit to being attracted to the whole package. It was certainly a refreshing change of pace from the more rigid, serious workplace she'd been attempting to manage for the past few years.

This wasn't the same kind of playfulness that she'd initially experienced, though. Owen was quick with a joke, liked to poke harmless fun, and enjoyed exchanging banter with Emma; in public, those were his go-to behaviors. But here, in the apartment that they had been sharing together for the past five months?

He was a total brat.

That wasn't to say that he was rude, or unhelpful, or anything like that. No, he pulled his weight just as much as Emma did when it mattered. But it always came with some pull: a joking remark, a childish refusal, a stuck-out tongue -- whenever it wasn't inappropriate, there was always some playful pushback from Owen.

Usually, it was all in good fun. Emma had her limits, though, and given the rather stressful week she'd been having, they were being reached sooner than usual. Between this, teasing her while she was working, being intentionally frustrating while they were trying to pick a place to eat the previous night, and an ongoing effort to pretend not to hear her when she was making requests of him, he'd been riling her up near her breaking point all week. She was about one antic away from not being able to hold herself back any longer.

With a recomposing sigh, she adjusted her deep blue nightgown so she wouldn't pull on it as she reached over the bundle of Owen. Clearly visible on his other side was the jet black remote, not nearly as far away as he'd made it out to be (of course). The second she grabbed for it, though, a hand shot out from underneath the blanket and snatched it away from her.

"Oh, sorry! Seemed like it warmed up out there, so I thought I'd get it myself," Owen teased.

And that was it.

Limit reached.

With almost superhuman swiftness, Emma tore the blanket off of Owen. It happened so quickly and caught Owen so off-guard that the man could provide no resistance as he was once more exposed to the outside world. In a single move, Emma tossed the blanket neatly to the side, pinned her partner's arms down, and straddled him.

The playful teasing ceased as the blood rushed to Owen's face. It wasn't as noticeable when they were both sitting, but Emma was a tall 5'11" to his 5'6", and with him being sunk and pinned into the couch, those five inches felt more like five feet. He stared up, smile gone, blushing madly at the cold, narrow glare of the daunting beauty above him. His chest tightened, and though his heart rate began to skyrocket, his breathing had completely cut short. Whereas before he'd have done nothing Emma asked of him, now he felt as though he couldn't breathe unless she allowed it.

Emma noticed the transformation, and it caused her heart to begin fluttering as well. She loved Owen when he was being cute and playful, but this Owen? The one beneath her, under her control, unable to do more than stare in awe of her and her commanding presence? This was the Owen that she craved.

Without releasing her grip, Emma leaned in closely to Owen's face. The mixture of enticement and fear in the young man's eyes was driving her wild with lust. She wanted, desperately, to have her way with him right then and there.

But that's what he wanted. And he needed to learn his lesson first.

Avoiding his quivering lips by a hair's width, Emma pressed her body's weight against his chest and brought her lips up to Owen's left ear.

"You've been a very, very bad boy lately, you know that?" she whispered.

She could feel the pounding heart threatening to beat out of his chest as the words left her lips.

"Ah-I-"

Emma's right hand left Owen's pinned arm and quickly, but lightly, wrapped around his throat. He went quiet instantly.

"Now, now. I didn't give you permission to speak. You nod your head, understand?"

Under her hand, she could feel his head lift itself up and down ever so slightly.

"Good. Now, again: you've been a very..."

Her grip tightened a bit.

"Very..."

Tighter.

"Very..."

Tighter still, leaving the man with just enough space to maintain a few very shallow breaths.

"...bad boy lately, you know that?"

Again, Emma felt a light, strained nod against her hand. Having gotten her answer, she backed away from her man's ear and settled into his lap. She was immediately greeted by the rigid bulge between his legs, strained against the soft pajama pants he'd been wearing beneath the blanket. Without releasing her hold on his neck, she began to slowly slide back and forth against his crotch. Her left hand lifted off of his left arm as she reached up and gently rubbed his cheek with her thumb.

"Oh my, so hard right now!" she breathed. His light, choked moans were making it harder and harder to hold back, but she maintained a gentle pace and a firm grip as she teased him with small rolls of her hips and the press of her nail against the side of his face.

"You want so badly right now, don't you?"

Another small nod confirmed what she already knew. She came to a stop and leaned in again. Her right hand released Owen's throat and lifted his chin while her left tugged the corner of his mouth open. Even though he was able to breathe again, his breaths remained stifled and slow. His thoughts had left him completely -- all he could do was focus on the feeling of the hands on his face, the needy throbbing in his crotch, and the resonant voice of the woman on top of him.

"Again. You may use your words this time."

"Y-yes..."

The hand holding his mouth open drifted away and snapped back with a light smack. Owen winced. It wasn't enough of a slap to leave a mark - it was barely more than a tap - but it was certainly enough to bring his focus back.

"What was that?" Emma leered.

Owen looked slightly off to the side. "Y-yes... mommy..."

Her hand wrapped around his chin, squeezing his face as she drew his head back to face her. Despite the jolt, Owen couldn't help but let out a gentle moan.

"I don't remember asking for hesitation. Now, again!"

"Yes, mommy!" This time, Owen was staring directly into her eyes.

Emma drew her hand back.

"That's my good boy."

Choked, slapped, and teased, Owen couldn't help but smile and blush. His breath returned to normal as he stared lovingly into his partner's eyes. But that slight bit of erotic fear remained when he realized that she wasn't staring quite so lovingly back. She was smiling just like he was, certainly, but it wasn't the same smile. The curl of her lips, the cold burning of her eyes, the heat in her face, the slight flash of teeth -- her expression reeked of sadism. The woman in the deep blue, slightly damp nightgown wasn't finished with him yet.

And she wouldn't be finishing tonight.

Brushing over his rigid crotch once more, she slid off of her man, rose to her feet, and straightened her nightgown. Owen blinked in confusion as she turned and walked towards the kitchen. He remained in his spot, following her with only his head, as she opened the fridge and pulled out two bottles of water. Wordlessly, she walked back to the couch, handed him a bottle, opened her own, and began to sip.

The cold liquid passed down her throat with ease, cooling the rest of her body in the process and giving Emma back her mental faculties. She was close -- so close -- to having her way with him right then and there. But it was late enough in the evening already, and they both had work the next day. Sure, she could have had some quick fun now and gotten some satisfaction. But she wanted to play with him. Use him. Bend him just close enough to breaking. And for that, she needed time.

Thankfully, tomorrow was Friday. No plans after work, no commitments, no responsibilities that needed immediate attention. He would be all hers after work.

In fact, she thought, he'll be all mine during work, too.

She looked back at the dazed man who blankly held the water bottle she'd given him. Just that much and he's already out of it? No wonder he's been acting up more lately, he must really want this right now.

"Drink up. You're going to need to stay hydrated for tomorrow."

Owen blinked and looked up at Emma. "Tomorrow?"

"Oh yes. I'm not done with your punishment yet," she grinned. "But you have to wait. And..." she reached out and pressed a finger against his forehead, "you have to do everything I say until then."

"Oh?" the energy returned to Owen's face. "Or what? I don't get punished? Seems like a bad plan."

Emma put the water bottle down, stepped in front of Owen, and pressed her foot against his crotch. He was still rock hard, though the suddenness of the action made him wince in fear. "Oh, you're getting punished either way," she stated as she pressed down a little harder, eliciting a gasp from her partner. "But if you do what you're told and take your punishment like a good boy, maybe -- maybe -- you'll get a reward. Understood?"

With a nod, Owen felt the pressure of Emma's foot disappear.

"Good boy. Now then, time for bed. You're going to want as much energy as possible tomorrow," Emma winked as she sauntered out of the room.

Owen continued to stare at the hallway she'd exited through up until he heard the water in the bathroom begin to run. Once he was sure that Emma was fully occupied, he let out a half-relieved, half-frustrated sigh. His heart was still racing, and he could feel the burning grip of his lover's hand around his neck alongside the warm sting on his cheek. He smiled deeply to himself. He'd been with other women before, but Emma didn't hold back nearly as much as them, especially when he behaved this badly. He couldn't begin to imagine what he was in for tomorrow.

And he couldn't wait.

...

By the time that Owen had woken up, Emma was already gone. That wasn't particularly unusual for him, though: being a manager, she had to go into the office most days, whereas he was able to work from home unless he was urgently needed in the office. On the one hand, it meant that he had a lot more freedom during his workday. On the other, it meant that Emma had a lot more freedom to make demands of him, since he couldn't really get in trouble. Sometimes, that just meant doing a couple of chores around the house throughout the day. Today, however, it meant getting him ready for the evening. And she was starting early.

Right when Owen left the bedroom to grab a little breakfast before his morning shower, he found a small bag and a note waiting for him on the kitchen table. He grabbed a bowl, the milk, and a box of cereal, and brought them over to the table. While he poured his breakfast, his eyes ran over the handwriting:

Good morning,

I hope you slept well, because I have quite the day planned for you >;) Here are the rules for today:

1. You are under no circumstances allowed to play with or finish yourself unless I say so.

2. Inside this bag are two toys and a bottle of lube. The blue one is for the first half of the day. The red one is for the second half. Swap around noon. I'll know if you do.

3. I'll be texting you instructions throughout the day. You are to follow them and send pictures or videos TO MY PERSONAL CELL to prove it.

4. You are not allowed to stop if you have an online meeting, but if you receive an instruction while you're in one, respond with an 'M' and follow the instructions once you're clear.

5. If you happen to be called into the office, you may put these things on pause. Can't have you getting in trouble before I get home.

6. Try to be smart with these rules and I won't give you your reward.

7. Safe word is "Polaris."

8. Be a good boy.

Love,

Emma

"'Instructions throughout the day,' huh? That almost sounds frightening!" Owen laughed out loud before scarfing down his cereal. At least she had been kind enough to give him some outs, in case work decided to interfere. Still, two toys and a bottle of lube? Even Owen felt a tad hesitant when reading those lines. He'd been toyed with before, but only rarely, and never for a full work day. Emma wasn't generally fond of it. With a small gulp, he reached into the bag and pulled out the contents. His eyes went wide when he realized that neither of the toys were ones that he recognized.

The couple had no shortage of toys, but most of them were for Emma. Their toys for him previously consisted of a few cock rings and a fleshlight. Apparently, Emma decided to add two vibrators to the collection: a blue vibrating cock ring, and a matching red butt plug. Both of them were unboxed, but clearly new. The plug was relatively slim, which elicited a small breath of relief from the young man, but a vibrator was uncharted territory for him.

"I guess she's been planning this for a while now... Well, I suppose I have a safe word if I really need it. And..." he thought back to the previous evening. The touch. The lust. Those piercing eyes. He could feel the heat well up in his body again.

He wanted more. He needed more. And there was only one way to get it.

After finishing and cleaning up his breakfast, Owen grabbed the bag, walked to the bathroom, and turned the shower on. Once hot steam began to sift out of the shower stall and warm the room, he stripped down and stepped inside. The warm water rushing down his well-toned body felt like heaven, easing out some of his tension and lingering apprehensions. He stared up at the ceiling light, head racing with thoughts of what Emma might ask of him today, of how these new sensations would feel, of how he'd survive a whole day of teasing and playing before the real session began. One by one, he let the steaming droplets wash away those thoughts. He trusted Emma. She had a sadistic side, sure, but she'd always been caring and loving and gentle with him when she was supposed to be. It was all bedroom play, and he wanted it, too.

"Alright," his voice echoed against the tiled shower walls. "Let's get cleaned up and get the day started."

Once he was fully washed and toweled off, Owen put on a t-shirt and sweats and walked into the extra bedroom that the two had turned into a home office. Both of them had setups, but Emma's was very rarely used, so Owen generally had dominion over the space: larger desk, more little trinkets and knick-knacks -- everything he might have otherwise had in a corporate office. He reached out to open his laptop and get his day started, then remembered the instructions that he had been given.

"Right, toy first. And you know what? Blanket, too."

A minute later he was wrapped up in the blanket from the previous night, with a bottle of lube, a vibrating cock ring, and a hefty box of tissues in front of him. Moving the blanket aside to keep himself from getting lube on it, he rolled his pants down, squirted some lube into his hand, and began applying it to his cock. The cold moisture made him wince at first, especially after the warm shower, but with a few strokes and his memories of the previous night, he was soon fully erect and slick with lube. The ring slid onto him easily; all he had to do now was press the little button on the side to turn it one.

After a second's hesitation, the otherwise quiet office was alive with a gentle hum. The light resonance seemed to run from Owen's cock through his whole body, causing him to shudder in surprise. It was different, but not unpleasant, and soft enough that he didn't think it would hinder his ability to focus. Wiping the remaining lube off of his hands with the tissues, he rolled his pants back up, opened his laptop, and began working.

...

Around that time, Emma was stuck in one of the many meetings she had scheduled for the day. No executive meetings, thankfully, but with so many projects nearing completion, she had clients breathing down her neck. Despite her best attempts at keeping said client meetings towards the front half of the week, some people were either impossible to get a hold of or just plain difficult. The only thing that kept her going in good spirits was knowing that all of that stress would be relieved that evening.

Speaking of which...

Emma looked at her watch. It was about time for Owen to start his day, which meant that it was almost time for her to start working on her second, secret agenda. After about fifteen minutes, the meeting concluded, leaving the woman with just enough time to start her real day.

Emma was one of the first ones out of the room, but with her presence she might as well have been the only one. Dressed in a sharp black suit and towering over most of the office thanks to the addition of her three-inch heels, with just the right amount of makeup to enhance her already staggering presence, Emma was no businesswoman. She was a force of nature.

But that storm was meant for one person, and one person only.

Retreating back to her office to "prepare for the next meeting," Emma closed and locked her door before sitting in her office chair. She let it spin her around a couple of times before lowering her foot and slowing herself to a halt. A smirk spread across her face as she reached into her pocket and produced her personal cell phone.

"Playtime," she whispered to herself as she tapped in the code to unlock the phone. Her finger glided over to an app at the bottom of her screen. It was intentionally separated from the rest for her ease of access. With a gleeful press, it opened up. After a few seconds of loading and product screens, she was face to face with a little menu with two labeled options: "Owen Blue" and "Owen Red." "Red" was grayed out, but "Blue" was lit up, with a little battery indicator on the side showing that it was slightly below a full charge.

Emma smiled. She knew that Owen couldn't hear her, but she couldn't help but mouth out "Good boy." She pressed on the "Owen Red" label, which brought her to another screen with a colorful bar. The bar was almost completely clear, with just a smidge of red filling in the bottom. Emma pressed her finger against the bar and slowly lifted it up the screen, until the bar was about a quarter full.

"Gah!"

Electricity shot through Owen as vibrations rocked his lower body. He'd become quickly accustomed to the light vibrations of the band around his cock, so when the intensity suddenly jumped he was caught completely defenseless. Soon, however, the shock gave way to pleasure. He slumped forward, bracing his arms against the corner of his desk as the vibrations massaged his shaft.