So recalcitrant and the worst part is that I can’t do anything about it. Apparently that’s what not being allowed to finish does to me. I can’t stop it either. Something starts bubbling deep inside me and I come up with all sorts of things to make him suffer just like he does to me.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s quite nice not to be allowed to finish every day, although I made sure it happened several times a day. But when Dom says it’s not allowed and then gives me such assignments that the juices keep flowing from my pussy, that does something to me. In the meantime, I haven’t had an orgasm for almost a week and I’ve swapped my thongs for decent granny panties (with sanitary pads!), so I don’t have to wash my jeans every day.
Everything hurts me. Pain from longing to come. And when I tell Dom that, he only responds by saying it’s not his problem. That he wishes it for me and that he hopes that I remain in this state for a long time, so that I am ready for him at the next meeting.
I decide that’s enough now. Time for a taste of his own medicine. On the internet, I order the item I need the next time I meet Dom. Excited, I start fantasizing about his facial expression when he sees what I’ve done…
Two weeks later, I finally have another meeting with Dom. I take a long bath. I shave myself and get ready to leave. My pussy hurts constantly. I wonder if I can still orgasm after so many weeks of suffering. I put on my stilettos and a short skirt and nothing more. Just as Dom prescribes. Under my skirt is the surprise for Dom. I have to laugh to myself again as I think of his upcoming reaction.
When I finally ring the bell at Dom’s and, before he opens the door, I’m on my knees with my hands folded in my neck, I can’t wait to see his face at my surprise. I notice I can’t contain my inner joke and as soon as the door opens, I can’t help but have a big grin on my face. It can’t be stopped. I see his face change immediately. He throws me my collar with a chain and orders me to put it on. After I’ve done that, he doesn’t allow me the chance to get up and drags me inside by the chain. Then he closes the door behind me.
‘So,’ he growls, ‘what are you laughing about?’ ‘Nothing, Sir,’ I say, hoping it’s over now. ‘Oh… nothing… how strange. If I have to laugh about nothing, I don’t have a grin on my face! I think I need to knock that grin off your face!’
Before I know it, I’ve already been hit twice. And he’s never hit me as hard as now. I sober up in one fell swoop. Damn, what have I done? This is going to be a real struggle for me later. And fuck why didn’t I bring it? I thought I had been smart, but I now have the dark suspicion that I could have handled it better…
‘But,’ he continues, ‘I see you have followed my clothing instructions. As a reward, I’ll suck on your nipples’. He pulls me up by my leash and kneads and pinches my nipples. Then he bends over and takes the first nipple in his mouth, while he continues to work the other with his hand. He’s not exactly gentle, but it feels wonderful. I start to leak again and again I’m already annoyed by my recalcitrant behavior. That he is so sweet to me won’t last long.
Then he switches nipples and sucks on the other. It feels so good. I throw my head back, enjoying the feeling of his hand and mouth. I want to feel him too and my hands glide over his body. I unbutton his shirt and he lets me do it. I let my hands roam over his muscular body, in search of his waistband. Under my hands, I hear him moan softly. When I find his pants, I unbutton them. Then I grab the zipper and unzip it. I push down his pants and boxers.
He helps and as he continues to suck my nipple, he lets his pants and boxers drop on the floor and steps out of the legs. He turns me around and now lets his hands roam over my bare upper body. ‘Mmm…how I’ve longed for this and you will be so glad that you haven’t been allowed to come for so long. I’m going to give you orgasm after orgasm until you can’t anymore. You’ve listened well to me and your reward will be worth it.’
Then he turns me around again, he looks at me with his horny gaze, while he pulls down my skirt with his hands. Then I see his gaze freeze… ‘What is this?’ He has found my surprise and doesn’t look amused.
‘A chastity belt with 5 locks?’ ‘Where are the keys?’ He now looks at me threateningly. ‘I left them at home, Sir.’ Nervously I lick my lips. ‘Left at home?’ His tone is now very soft and threatening. I shift my weight from one foot to the other and start to feel more and more uncomfortable. ‘Why?’ ‘Because I became recalcitrant from not being allowed to come and the constant arousal, Sir. I wanted you to get frustrated too’. It was no more than a very soft whisper. He hissed that I should sit on my knees with my hands folded in my neck.
He went to his garage and when he returned he ordered me to get up again. With the pliers he had, he broke the locks. He removed the chastity belt from my body and dragged me with him to the garage. He picked up a whip, threw me on his workbench, and hit me hard on my butt and back with that whip. I couldn’t help but cry. This hurt so much.
‘When he was done, he said satisfied that I wouldn’t be able to sit for the next week and that my butt would be good and blue. He put the chastity belt back on me, took 5 locks of his own and put them on. ‘Well, you can bet it will take much longer for you to come now. And now you can go, because I can’t look at you now. You’ve made me furious. You will contact me again as soon as your bruises are gone.’