When the Cat's Away...

I'm feeling sorry for myself. The thought of not seeing you for a week while you're away on business is disheartening. I miss you and our playtime, typically consisting of my hands tied over my head from a hook on the ceiling, standing naked, in the middle of the bedroom. Reminiscing like this only makes me ache for you more. I allow myself to remember the night before you left; tied tightly, with your warm hands gliding over my back, and the glistening tip of your cock nestled in the cleft of my ass. Musing like this sends shivers over my skin and deep within my V.

I need to snap out of this revelry and back in the now before I do something I'm not supposed to do. Before you left, you forbade me from touching myself until you gave me your permission. As a distraction, I start water in the tub, add some bubble bath and grab a little light reading. The water is steaming as I ease into it, causing the tiny welts on my backside to burn and sting. You bastard. You whipped my ass before you left, and now, I'm all alone in the tub without you to soothe the pain.

Grumbling, I grab the book and turn to the first page, "A screaming comes across the sky. It has happened before, but there is nothing to compare it to now." As I ease into the book, thoughts of you scatter and my body relaxes into the foam. Time moves as I read, and when I look up, it's already late.

I should get a snack and go to bed, but I'm feeling languid and I set the book down. You drift back into my thoughts and my nipples become erect. Imagining you touching my body, I rub their pointed tips and cup my breasts. Damn you. Feeling a little rebellious, I let my fingers explore; arms, breasts, belly...hmm. I don't have permission, but you're not here, are you?

My pussy is swollen, wet from the water and wet, thinking about how you might punish me for disobeying you. I finger my clit with slow, lazy circles. My heart rate and breathing start to increase, and I squirm as my fingers make smaller, faster circles. Before I can stop myself, the orgasm hits me and I buck wildly against my hand. My whole body is thrumming from my release; the aching need satiated for the moment, though guilt starts creeping in.

I remind myself that it's late and stand up in the tub. I don't relish in the idea of sleeping without you next to me, and step out of the bubbles reluctantly. Toweling off, I pad into the bedroom and open your closet door. If you can't be with me, then I'll wear one of your button down shirts and smell your luscious smell.

Rummaging through your clothes, I find just the right one: pink, with white buttons. I remember how sexy you look in it, and slip my arms into the sleeves. I button two buttons, roll up the cuffs and look at myself in the mirror. My nipples are poking against the fabric and the faint outline of my sex is visible through the material. You're not going to be pleased when you find out I've violated your order.

Stepping into the kitchen, I retrieve a bottle of Pinot Noir out of the refrigerator and uncork it. I grab a stemmed wine glass and pour. Famished, I open the icebox again and bend down looking for something to satisfy my other hunger. Strawberries? Grapes? Cheese, maybe? Lost in thought, with my ass sticking out of the fridge, I suddenly feel a hand on my bare backside. Screaming and almost bumping my head, I whip around to find you standing before me, with an evil little smile on your face.

Still reeling and furious, I try to shove you backwards, but you hardly move. "Damn you! You scared the shit out of me! What are you doing here?" Came pouring out of my mouth before I could stop myself. Then I realize that what I wanted all this time is standing right in front of me, and I pull you to me, showering your neck and lips with kisses. You stiffen and pull away from me, a dark cloud over your eyes. I suddenly remember what I did in the bathtub, and blanch. "How long have you been here?" I ask. "Long enough," you whisper with the evil grin still on your lips.

"Go get my silk ties...now," you say, enunciating every word. I feel like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar and look down in shame. You swat my ass and repeat your order. I trundle off to the bedroom to get your ties, feeling all at once exhilarated that you came home early and alarmed that you caught me flouting your strict rule.

"Take off my shirt and lay it carefully across the chair back," again, a clipped order. I do as I'm told and unfasten the two buttons holding your shirt closed. You're staring at my body as the cloth falls away, revealing my nakedness. You lick your lips, as I pull my arms free and lay it, as instructed, on the chair back.

Picking up the ties, you cinch each one to each of my wrists. "Lie across the island on your stomach with your arms straight." I do as I'm told. The edge of the counter top is even with my pussy, so my ass is flagrantly displayed before you. You pay no attention, and open the cabinets under the island and tie the ties around the cabinet divider. I'm squirming against the cold countertop as you step behind me. I can't see what you're doing and it's making me both anxious and titillated.

I hear you unfastening your belt, and spasms of excitement pulse throughout my body. Just the notion of having your hard cock inside me makes my pussy wet. Thoroughly engrossed in my aching need, your belt zips across my ass once, twice, three times. Surprised, I whimper in pain and groan with pleasure. My bottom is still stinging from before you left, and the added assault only heightens my conflicting pleasure/pain conundrum.

The sound of your zipper unzipping tips the scales to pleasure, and I am once again eagerly awaiting you. "Spread your legs apart," you order, and I oblige. I can feel the head of your cock at my entrance, and I push back, trying to envelope you. Slapping my ass with your open hand, you pull yourself out of reach. Over and over, you poise yourself at my opening and then pull away. I'm panting with want and my pussy is saturated.

I can feel you step away from me and hear the refrigerator door open. After a few seconds of rummaging around, the door closes and then you are behind me again. I squirm, anticipating the tip of your cock back at my opening. You swat my bottom and tell me not to move. Suddenly, I feel something cold pushing against my pussy. The change in temperature makes me shudder as you slip more and more of whatever it is inside me. The frigid object filling my humid pussy feels unbelievably good, and I have to resist the urge to push back, for fear you'll remove it.

Finally, it's completely inside me. You let it fill me for a while, saying nothing, but I can hear you panting. Fucking me with it, I lift my ass in the air to allow you to slide the object further inside. My legs are trembling as the need to release begins to overtake me. Reading my mind, you order me not to cum until you give me permission. You slow your stroking so that I'm just on the precipice of my orgasm, and I groan with frustration as well as delight.

Trembling and wet with sweat and my own juices, I feel you pull out the unknown widget and very quickly replace it with your cock. You grab my hips and plow into me up to the hilt, stroking immediately and frantically. I can't resist the siren's call inside me and again, stand at the precipice of euphoria. The moment I hear you say, "cum for me baby," my pussy explodes around your dick, clutching and gripping you as I reach my apex. Still riding my wave of pleasure, I hear you groan and feel your pulsating cock release deep inside me.

When you're finally spent, you ease out of me, which causes a flood of cum to drip down the inside of my leg. I collapse on the counter, utterly drained and trembling. Untying my hands, you help me off the island, kissing and nibbling on my earlobe.

You whisper, "How dare you disobey me."