My cock hurt, pressing against its confinement unable to become erect.My cock hurt, pressing against its confinement unable to become erect. At the time the pain merely added to the delicious feast of sensations. Eventually she tired and stopped, grinning a grin that would set fire and ice chasing each other around your soul if you saw it. And I actually howled in frustration, banging my head against the pillows and crying. I eventually calmed down, managed to relax and sleep. And a month and a half later, desperate, even though I knew it would leave me weeping in frustration again, I knelt before her and begged her again to please fuck me in the ass. And again I flew on winds of sensation, only to come crashing down again, weeping and thrashing in frustration. She'd given me some new rules while I was begging, little things to make our roles of Mistress and slave a bit more formal, and I'd agreed to them. Our relationship was getting a little more intense. The next time I begged her to fuck me, she refused. She made me wait a week after I got so desperate that I was ready to beg. Oh, I still got to touch her, to enjoy her cries and moans of pleasure as I licked and nibbled. And swats from her riding crop when my own frustration and desire carried me away and I got a bit too enthusiastic, bit too hard, or went too fast. Finally she asked me to wear her collar for a week. To work. I was shocked. I was scared. But I said yes, and she fucked me in the ass. That Monday I went into the office skittish as a kitten at the dog pound. I got a few raised eyebrows, and one or two kind comments. The real teasing didn't start until Tuesday. The time after that she locked the collar on and added a tag saying "Property of...". It's only come off when I've had to wear a tie since then. "Mistress, I don't think I can take this any longer! I'm going mad, I'm so frustrated, I mean sometimes it's just so intense and fantastic and exciting, but then I start to get excited and I can't get hard and it gets frustrating again. |