Page 168 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

“Or that the penalties for disobeying me this time would be severe.”

“No, Sir.”

"Glad to hear it.” Your hand cups my breast and I moan softly as you lightly brush my skin. "I'm going to get you so close over and over again, and then I'm going to keep distracting you at the last minute."

"Oh, Sir." I start to sit up, apprehension making me forget for a moment that you told me not to move. "But I—"

"Keep still, I said." You push me gently, but firmly back against the mattress. “I did say you could come, and you will, but only when I say so. Did you really think I’d make it so easy for you?”

“No, Sir. I'm sorry." I try to relax, your words echoing in my head.

You tilt my chin up, making me look into your eyes. "And one more thing, you'll have to hold back for as long as you can, because I'm going to whip you when you come. Not for punishment, but simply because it pleases me."

Again, I don't know what to say. That push-pull of pain and pleasure - please don't, oh but please do... Already the idea of being made to wait any longer feels unbearable.

You take a firm grip on my wrists, forcing them above my head, back against the pillow. Before I can react, I feel the cold, inescapable metal of a handcuff clicked tight around my wrist. Metal on metal. That's what that noise was, the chink of the metal cuffs. But what was the other sound?

You link the cuffs through the metal posts at the head of the bed, securing the other cuff around my right wrist. "Comfy?" You grin.

Even if I wanted to try and stop you, there is nothing I can do now.

You fasten a pair of leather cuffs around my ankles. I expect you will tie my ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed, spread-eagling my legs wide, and at the thought of that alone I blush. But that is not what you have in mind at all.

I am so busy thinking about what you might do that I don't notice what you are doing until it is too late. You link ropes through the d-rings on the cuffs and suddenly you pull on them, taking my legs wide and high above my head. You secure the ends of the ropes to the bed frame behind me, leaving my pussy and my bottom spread open to your gaze. "It's a good thing I'm not feeling cruel enough to get the mirror and show you just how exposed you are."

I can hear the smile in your voice and my blush deepens. "And how wet." An exploring finger strokes lightly down my pussy and I quiver.

I struggle and pull against the rope, twisting, trying to cover myself; suddenly shy.

"Go ahead. Wriggle all you like. You can't get away and you know it. And the more you wriggle... Well, let’s just say it makes for very interesting viewing."

I still immediately, blushing even more. I look away, trying to hide my face against the pillow. I make the tiniest of noises, not much more than a whimper; feeling humiliated and exposed and so turned on because of it.

You laugh softly. "Oh, I’m not done yet, sweetheart. Not nearly. Look at me."

Shivering, I look into your eyes, knowing that nothing I say, no matter how much I might beg, will make any difference.

“You see, if I just do this... such tiny, light circles, you can't come, can you? It's not enough, is it? Watch the clock, Abby. Watch it tick slowly around. I'm not going to give you release for another hour. One whole hour of torment. Of me doing this. And this.”

Your fingers continue exploring and teasing, and I moan and writhe, so close already that it feels almost unbearable.

“Oh, Sir, please.”

“Don’t you dare come. Remember what I said.” You move your hand away for a moment and then you smile. "Fifty-six long minutes left."

You rest your hand lightly back on the smooth skin of my pussy, not doing anything to stimulate me, just holding me. The heat from your hand against my shaved skin makes me want to push myself forward, to press against your hand. Anything to get the pressure I need to be able to come.

You tap my skin lightly, speeding up until the gentle taps become sharp spanks. Over and over. I can hear the slap of your hand hitting the wetness between my legs. You spank my inner thighs hard, patterning them with your handprints, taking them from pale white skin to rosy pink to hot red. Back to my pussy, spanking harder still until my skin burns from the pain.

Finally, you stop. “Oh, look at that. The clock has hardly moved at all. Forty-nine minutes to go. You’re desperate to come, aren’t you, my little slut?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Yes, you are. Such a shame there’s still a long way to go.”

"Oh please, Master. Please can I come?"

You laugh, delighted at my reaction, watching my face."Oh, not yet, my love. Not yet." You stroke my cheek gently and then your hand drifts down again.

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