Obeying Her

“You’ve done well so far tonight, baby. We’ve got… hmm… five more minutes left of our challenge for this week. Think you can make it?”

My knees are aching from the position I’ve been kneeling in for the last ten minutes.

You take your place in the armchair in front of me, the one that normally sits in the corner of our bedroom.

“I need to hear you.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good boy.”

My cock twitches a little in response. Good boy… I had no idea how much I liked that phrase until I heard it coming out of your mouth.

This whole submission thing… it’s a new addition to our sex life. It’s something I’ve secretly wanted for a few years, actually, I just could never get up the nerve to tell you about it.

Honestly, we probably wouldn’t even be here if I hadn’t gone to that happy hour with my co-workers a few weeks ago. Coming home after a few drinks… feeling overconfident and more than a little adventurous… that’s what led to me spilling my secret.

I still remember what you were wearing that night, this black skirt and a simple white blouse, and the way your hair was pulled back in a tight bun…

Something about the way you looked… it was straight out of my fantasy. And… I told you that.

You were surprised at first. I mean, we’ve been together for nine years, married for six. When you’ve known someone for that long, you don’t really discover new things about each other all that often.

You said you were excited to try something new but were nervous you weren’t going to get it right.

I think you were anxious about not fulfilling the fantasy after I’d built it up in my head for so long. But looking at you now in that corset, sitting in that chair with your legs crossed—you exude power and control. It’s so fucking hot.

“Hmm, how should we spend these last minutes? Why don’t you tell me how difficult it’s been for you… not being allowed to cum all week?”

“Really difficult. I… I wanted to cum this morning in the shower, but… I didn’t. I knew I could hide it from you, and you wouldn’t find out, but I—”

“You wanted to make me happy. Didn’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

My cock twitches again as you uncross your legs. On my knees in front of you, I have a full view of your pussy. That pussy I have longed to taste and fuck all week…

You shift in your seat, spreading your legs a little wider. Teasing me with the sight of you…

“Do you like what you see?”

I nod up at you, and my hands instinctively reach for my cock before I remember the rules: no touching. Not for another… three minutes.

Going all week without an orgasm has been literal torture, but that was kind of the point.

“Mmm… I think I’ll just play with myself a little. You don’t mind, do you?”

“No, Mistress. I don’t mind. I want to watch. Can I touch myself, too?”

“Hmmm… no. I don’t think so. Just stay there on your knees and watch. And I want you to think about all the times you have wanted to cum this week. You’re so close… just a little longer.”

Oh god, I have wanted to cum so many times in the last few days, but I really want to please you. I love knowing that my pleasure is in your hands, that I can only cum when you tell me to.

You really haven’t made it easy on me, that’s for sure. For someone who usually enjoys a quick orgasm in the shower in the morning or a quickie before bed, it’s been really difficult.

We decided last Sunday that we were going to try out orgasm control this week.

‘Friday at 8pm,’ you said: that’s when I could cum. From the moment you said it, the game was on.

On Monday night, you got down on your knees in the kitchen while we were cooking and sucked my dick, making me promise I wouldn’t cum. No matter how much I moaned and begged, you wouldn’t give in.

Tuesday, you sent me nudes at work every hour on the hour, each one getting more and more provocative than the last. Just as I was leaving the office, you sent a video of you masturbating on our sofa.

Wednesday was torture. You actually came to my office on my lunch hour and showed me you weren’t wearing anything under your skirt.

You made me finger you until you came all over my hand and then ordered me to suck your fingers. Tasting you but not being able to fuck you was… oh, god.

Last night, you really wanted to push me to the edge. You watched porn on your phone with me right next to you. And then you started playing with yourself… ugh, it was so hot hearing you cum while telling me I couldn’t join in.

Today, when I got home, you were already dressed in this latex corset outfit that looks so fucking good on you, with your hair pulled back into a sleek bun, ready to make tonight the most excruciating edging session yet—and it has been.

I’ve been begging for your touch, begging to cum for nearly an hour now. You get me hard and give me attention, only to ignore me and play on your phone once I’ve gotten all worked up.

Now, you’re teasing that perfect fucking pussy right in front of me, and I’m not even allowed to move.

“Mmm, do you like watching me play with myself, pet?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Tell me what you want to do to me. I want you to talk dirty to me until I cum. And no… you cannot cum with me. You can touch yourself, though. Stroke that cock for me while you talk.”

My hand grips my cock eagerly and I start stroking myself as our eyes meet.

“You are just so desperate, aren’t you?”

“Yes… I’m so fucking horny…”

“Why is that, sweetheart? Tell me.”

My cheeks flush a little as goosebumps rise all along my arms. Fuck, it feels so good... I have to remind myself not to get too excited.

“I… I want to taste you. I want to bury my face between your legs and taste your pussy again. I want your lips on my cock, teasing me. I want to hold you by your hips as my cock slides into you from behind.”

Your movements switch between drawing tight circles on your clit and slipping two fingers inside your pussy. Your head is tilted back against the chair as you encourage me to keep going.

“Mmm, more. Say more.”

“Fuck, I want your pussy, baby. I can’t wait to feel you on top of me again, riding me… playing with those gorgeous tits…”

“Mmm, more.”

I stroke my cock faster, my toes curling a little as the pleasure builds. My pace matches your thrusts as our eyes meet. Your attention is entirely on me now.

“I want to fucking worship your entire body. I want to show you how beautiful you are, how desirable, how much I’ve ached to cum inside that perfect pussy all fucking week…”

“Keep going. Keep talking… I’m getting close.”

Your fingers work faster, thrusting deeper into your pussy. Your other hand slides down your torso and settles onto your clit.

“Oh, fuck…”

“I want to be pleasing you right now. I want that to be me, I want to fuck you with my fingers while my tongue teases that clit, sucking it into my mouth as I thrust into you over and over again. Fuck, cum for me, baby, please. Please let me see it. Please cum for me, I need your cum; you’re so fucking beautiful. Moan for me, more. Mistress, please. More, just like that—that’s it!”

“Oh my god. Fuck. Mistress, please. I need you. Please!”

Before I can finish begging, you’re on your knees and crawling towards me. I want more than anything to move, to grab you and kiss you and turn you onto your hands and knees to fuck you from behind, but I know I have to wait.

“Such a good boy. You’ve done so well this week…”

You push me onto my back on the floor and straddle me, one leg on either side. The change in position feels so good for my knees, and my hands instinctively begin to roam every inch of your body. Your thighs first, then up to your hips, then your waist…

“Did I say you could touch?”

“No, Mistress, but I—”

“Hands up. Above your head. Now.”

Without questioning, I put my hands above my head. You lean forward, and your tits are so close to my mouth as you grip my hands in yours. I want them, I want to suck on them, bite them, tease them…

“I am going to use this cock like a toy, and you’re going to let me. You will not cum until I say. You will not touch me until I say. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Mistress…”

Your lips meet mine as your hand reaches between us. You grip my cock, jerking it up and down a few times gently before guiding it to your entrance.

You pull away, locking your eyes with mine as you lower yourself down onto me.

“Fuck…”

Your lips are everywhere—my lips, my cheek, my ear. You suck on my earlobe for a moment, and my entire body starts tingling.

Fuck, you feel so good grinding on my cock like this… oh my god.

“Oh god, yes. Fuck, that feels good…”

“Yeah, fuck me. Use me like a toy. That’s it…”

“Yeah? You like it when I use you, pet? Such a good fucktoy for me…”

I clench my hands into fists above my head as you grind on me faster. It’s so hard not to touch you. I want to grab your hips and thrust up into you, filling you over and over again, making you scream for me.

“Please, Mistress. I need—”

“Yeah, touch me. I need your hands on me.”

You take my hands in yours, guiding them to your tits. I squeeze them in my hands, kneading them gently before pulling you close to me so I can suck each nipple into my mouth one at a time.

“Mmmm… you’re so incredible. You feel so fucking good…”

My hands roam around your body. I’m grabbing and squeezing you wherever I can. I’ve missed you so much this week, missed your scent, the taste of you, the feeling of your warm skin, the way your pussy tightens around me…

“Fuck, yes. Fuck, oh my god…”

“Make me cum, baby. That’s it, right there. I want to cum again…”

My hands squeeze your thighs hard as I hold you in place, thrusting up into you as hard as I can, over and over again. I want those moans. I want to make you feel good, I want to make you cum all over this cock.

“Yes, baby. Cum for me. Cum all over me. Please, Mistress, please. Give it to me…”

Your hands grip my chest, and your nails dig into my skin a little as you rake your fingertips down my body. Your eyes squeeze shut, and your thighs start to tremble as I thrust up into you as fast as I can.

“Mistress, please. Please let me—”

“Yes, cum. Cum inside me, baby. Be good for me, please. Fuck me and fill me with your cum like a good boy.”

I grip your hips and lift you off me, rolling us on the carpet and switching our positions. This time, I’m on top.

I take my cock in my hand and guide it back to your pussy, entering you again as my lips meet yours.

Fuck, you feel so good. I love the way your hips wrap around my waist.

“Oh, god. Yes, baby. Give it to me. Don’t hold back. Cum for me, please.”

Your hand slips between us, and you play with your clit as I thrust into you faster and harder.

“Oh god, I’m going to—fuck! Oh god…”

“Fuck…”

“Holy shit. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cum like that.”

“No, that… wow. Oh god. I feel so much better.”

“Mmm…”

I slide off you and lie next to you, pulling you into me. I don’t even care that we’re still on the floor, I just need to feel your body against mine.

You nestle into me, your hair spilling over my arm as I kiss your forehead.

“So… edging all week. What did you think?”

“It was maddening, but also really, really hot. And that felt… I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm that was that strong.”

“What did it feel like? How is it different?”

“It just felt… I think what it is, is that the actual orgasm feels stronger because I’ve almost cum so many times this week. It almost felt like it was just below the surface all week, and now I finally got the release, and it just felt so… intense.”

“So, do you want to try more stuff like this in the future? Is that what you’re saying? Because I had an amazing time teasing you this week.”

“Yes… but maybe give me a week off? I need to recover a little.”