Tick Tock

After making him wait a month, no sex, no masturbation, no touching, she finally agreed to meet him and he was aching. Weeeping with frustration on certain days as she called and teased him with titilating snipets of her dominant and sexual antics over the passing days, laughing and mocking his self imposed restiction, playing with herself and cumming loudly down the phone to mock him further. Refusing his demands for relief just made her more excited. Laughing harder, as he humiliated himself further by telling her how he was experiencing wet dreams, like a horny teenager and having to wash the sheets frequently.

Self imposed is the best way of describing it. She instructed him and he chose to obey. No chastity devices, no toys, no touching. He even had to go to the toilet sitting down, pushing down on his cock with his elbows. No hands.

The hard on didn't seem to be disappearing at all. Permanently erect, he drew uncomfortable glances from those who shared his dull ordinary days, humiliating him further. Wandering with weak knees, the days blurred into each other. The only change occuring - the painful frustration increasing hourly.

Instead of focussing his attention on his Mistress's request, all he could think of was his cock. Failing at work as his mental energies were otherwise occupied, added to his humilation as his manager critised his lack of effort. Mental bondage was infinitely harder on him, than any rope play or chains.

The day finally arrived to meet, and almost insane with the frustration and the desire, he could only provide monosyablic responses to her instructions on where, when and how to be. No brain left, all cock. Just how she liked them.

Falling to his knees outside her front door, as instructed, he reached up and pressed the bell twice.

Tick tock...no answer. Should he press the bell again? Surely she wouldn't leave him here on his knees, in broad daylight on a busy street? Fear kicked in and as he reached for the bell again, the door opened.

"In" she commanded.

He crawled. The erection painfully pushing against his stomach.

"Strip!" she barked, slamming the door behind him.

Babbling incoherently, begging, complimenting, pleading, words poured out of his mouth of his gratitude and frustration.

"Shut up you prick"

Silence from him, the only noise being the ripping of his shirt as he scrambled clumisly to remove it.

Tick tock... the grandfather clock in the hallway swung it's pendulum, seemingly mocking him further.

Naked and on his knees he stared at her stockinged feet, nails polished, and flexing on the shiny wooden floor.

"Follow me" she smiled crooking her finger and leading him to her living room, where she sat down on a large cushioned victorian chair and lit a cigarette, blowing the smoke into his face.
She sat with her legs slightly parted, showing her stocking tops and a flash of creamy thigh.
Naked and vulnerable, his knees start to ache and his skin tightens with goosebumps.
The grandfather clock in the hallway carries on it's incessant tick tocking.

What does she want? Why doesn't she say anything? Why am I here? A million thoughts suddenly rush through his mind and he looks up.

Slap! Hard across the face.

"Don't look at me cock. I'm not some cheap porn slut you can gawk at! Avert your eyes."

Crying, he looks down again, glancing at the flash of thigh.

Tick tock...

"I'm a busy woman. You've got 10 minutes to make me cum with your mouth only. If you fail, you fail me. I never want to see you again cock. Understand?"

"Yes Mistress"

"Then get to it cock"

Pushing his head between her thighs and feeling them clamp around his ears, he almost loses consciousness with pleasure as he laps, tongues and sucks her clit. Thinking of nothing but the time and his task. His own pleasure forgotten.

Tick tock...

She starts to writhe on his face, pushing harder against him, holding his head in the position that gives her most pleasure and laughing. His erection is enormous now, but for the first time in a month, he doesn't even notice it's there.

Tick tock...

Thrusting against his tongue and mouth, she cums loudly and wetly, drenching him in her juice.
Tick tock...

"9 minutes and 10 seconds cock. Not bad." she says happliy, straightening her clothes.

Lighting another cigarette and blowing the smoke over his shining, wet face she grabs his chin and laughingly says "Same time next month?" He murmurs his assent and his hands move to his cock.

Slap!

"Oh no you don't! That's mine! I won't have you touching anything of mine without my express permission" she says sharply.

"Please Mistress, might I be allowed to cum?" he says plaintively.

"Maybe next month, when you've learned the value of manners, cock"