So baby don’t stop what you’re doing
Softer than the other,
Boy I know you wanna touch
I matched the rhythm of my hands on my body to the thumping beat of the song.
“Don’t stop, kitten, but don’t cum yet either,” He warned, His voice stern through shaky breaths. I moaned a playful, painful protest. I needed to cum. I needed release. How much longer could I keep this up. It was all too much. “You’ll touches yourself without cumming until that entire chocolate melts in your mouth. When it is entirely gone, you will ask my permission to finish. Only when I give it to you will you be allowed to cum, do you understand.”
“Mmhmm,” I acknowledged.
“I’m so close,” He growled. There was only a small, stubborn piece of dark chocolate left on my tongue. I had suspected right. I gingerly chewed the soft cherry, letting the rich, creamy cordial center slide down my throat. “ Oh god, kitten. I’m going to cum.” I heard Him panting on the other end of the phone and I couldn’t take anymore. I sucked hard, trying to distract myself with the bittersweet candy to keep myself from an orgasm before it was time. The chocolate was gone, and I blurted out, “ I want to cum, can I please cum, Sir?”
“Mmmmm. Beg me.”
“Please, Sir. Please! I can’t help it, it’s going to happen.”
“You’d better wait for permission! Don’t you dare finish yet.” He was tormenting me. The glee in His voice was enough to push me over the edge. It hurt to be this close.
“Please, please, please, Sir. I need it.” I was frantic and out of breath, begging and moaning through gritted teeth.
He hesitated a moment longer, surely enjoying my agony, before he finally replied, “Go ahead, kitten.” With that my painful, eager moans gave way to a loud, groaning gasp. I felt every nerve in my body dance all at once, and then felt the deeply relaxed bliss that follows the heights of orgasm. I grinned and sighed. “ How are you feeling?” He laughed, bringing me out of my daze.
“Happy. Happy and relaxed. I bet I could sleep for a whole week. Thank you so much, Sir. I loved that. Did you enjoy that?”
“You’ve been a perfectly obedient little slut and I couldn’t be happi er,” He answered. I was beaming. “Now I want you to get out of the bath and get some sleep, you can clean up the bathroom tomorrow, alright?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m excited to get into bed.”
S for Sweet Dreams
Sunday, February 10, 2019:
I felt a small, sharp pain in my lower lip. I batted it away without opening my eyes. There it was again. I swatted at my lips. Ouch! My eyes flew open and there was Gomez, a small tuxedo kitten, sitting on my chest, pawing not-so-gently at my face to wake me up. As soon as I was awake, Gomez settled into a ball on my chest, began purring loudly and snoring softly. Jerk cat. Not wanting to disturb him by rolling over, I blindly felt around on the mattress next to me for my phone to see what time it was. I found my phone and saw that it was 9:37 a.m. and I had an email from S.
From: S. D. R. <email@example.com>
Sent: Sunday, February 10, 2019, 6:29 AM
To: Kitten <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Subject: Sunday Instructions
Good morning, little one.
It’s still early, so I hope you’re sleeping. I will be busy today with some work stuff, so I won’t be able to talk much. There are some things I’d like you to do for me today.
I want you to clean up your bathroom and send me a photo once you’ve done that. I’d also like you to eat 3 more of your chocolates today. One at 10:30 a.m., one at 1:45 p.m., and one at 8:20 p.m.
I want you to eat them as you did last night. You’ll put your headphones in your ears and put Skin on replay. Place chocolate on your tongue and let it melt while you stroke your body, tease your hole, and edge closer and closer to orgasm. You will edge the entire time until the chocolate is gone. If the chocolate is gone and you’re not ready to cum, then you will not get to cum and you will have to try again when it is time for the next chocolate.
You may not use any toys or watch any porn for this assignment. You are also not to listen to that song, eat any of the chocolates, or touch yourself for pleasure under any other circumstances than those I have listed here. When you are finished, I want you to send me a text message telling me whether you came and thanking me for your pleasure. I’d also like to know any thoughts or feelings you have about this assignment. If I don’t hear from you within 15 minutes of each time slot I have given you, you will be punished, and the punishment will be harsher for each subsequent 15 minutes that you fail to text me.
Text me when you wake up and read this.
P.S. There will be no package today.
Attached to his email was a gif of Uncle Dursley shouting “No Post on Sundays!” I laughed as I sent my “good morning” text, and I noticed the excitement in my body as I thought about my assignments for the day.
I had some errands to run before work tomorrow and timing them around S’s instructions was going to be interesting. I sent Him a snap of my pristinely clean bathroom was able to eat the first piece of candy before leaving the house. I sent my text at 10:41 a.m.
Me: I finished my first chocolate, Sir. It was so exciting that I got close almost immediately and then had to edge the entire time. So, of course, I wasn’t able to cum when the chocolate was finally gone. I am throbbing so hard and all I can think about is how much I want You. Thank You for this pleasure, Sir. xoxox
S: Good, slut. Keep me posted and remember, hands-off until the next time!
The second task was not so successful. I was in the checkout line at the grocery store when I realized it was already 1:23 p.m. and I was going to have to rush back to the house to get done in time. By the time, I paid for my things and made it home I was 57 minutes late texting him.
Me: So sorry I’m late, Sir! The line at the store was moving so slow and I got stuck in traffic on the way home. I hurried so fast, I promise! I was able to cum this time and it was so delicious. Thank you so much for the orgasm, Sir. Xoxox.
S: Thank you for the update. Almost an hour past time, kitten. Tsk tsk.
Me: I know, I know, I’m so sorry!! It won’t happen again.
S: Oh, I’m sure you hope it doesn’t. I’m keeping track, of course. Ok, I’m back to work.
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