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nelbot -> The Tease (10/12/2005 7:36:32 AM)
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The Tease
By Nelbot
The kids were packed off so Emily and Ryan would be able to spend the entire day alone. It was something they had been looking forward to for the several weeks since they had merged their households and Ryan had collared her. It just hadn’t been possible before now. Emily drove the kids to her mother’s house early that morning and hurried back home where Ryan, now her Master was waiting for her, no doubt setting the scene for whatever he had planned for today. She swung the SUV into the driveway and paused to collect her breath and slow her heart a second before hurrying from the car an in through the garage. Master was waiting in the kitchen for her, sitting at the table where the breakfast dishes had been only an hour before. Emily knew that unless the kids were in the house and awake she was not allowed to wear clothes around the house so she stood just inside the doorway, facing him and reached down to the short hem of her pink dress. He loved this dress, but he loved it more in a heap on the floor. Her bare feet padding on the linoleum, she moved in front of him and knelt, ass resting on her heels.
“Ah my pet,” Master gently stroked her hair, brushing her cheek with his thumb, Her heart was brimming over, “Today we are going to work on your self restraint. I have been patient with you, I know it is hard for you to learn not to come until I release you to but today we are going to break you of that naughty habit. Come.” Master stood and led his pet to the basement stairs.
In a house with kids, they have to be circumspect when they played and Master had refitted part of the basement to house the adult playroom, locked off from the large rumpus room with the big screen tv and the family area. Master led the way to the door that he had already unlocked while she was taking the kids over to Grandma’s. He held the door open for her and followed her in. The long room took up half the basement. At the far end of the room, up on a dais was the spare king size bed in dark red sheets and the canopy dangling with all sorts of restraint devices, but that was by far not the only thing in the room. Master had the St. Andrew’s cross in one corner; there was a hobble horse, a high padded bench, the heavy wooden chair with the seat removed, the suspension frame, all of Master’s toys. The track lighting was arranged to bring down a spot of light on each piece of furniture and the rest of the room in shadow, creating the sense that she would be on display where ever he wanted her.
Master led her by the elbow to the high padded bench and helped her up on it; pressing her back so she could lie down and gathering her wrists between his large strong hands he strapped them into the cuffs above her head. His rough hands skated down her arms and over her breasts, her skin was warm under his hands, she felt the blush creeping up her flesh. Master kneaded her breasts and she squirmed under his attention until his hands froze, fingers pinching her nipples. “Pet, listen to me.” she opened her eyes to meet his, “Today I am going to drive you to the edge over and over again and each time I am going to pull you back. You are going to learn today to give over control of your orgasms to me. You are strictly forbidden to come today, is that understood? If you get too close you are to call out the word watermelon, and that is the only intelligible sound you are to make. Have I made myself clear?” she nodded and moaned slightly as his fingers pinched her nipples tighter. “Good girl.” His praise always thrills her. Her master pulled the stirrups out from the end of the bench and raised one leg at a time to cuff into place. Master pulled out a pair of surgical gloves and a paper wrapped package. Emily knew this was one of the Foley catheters that Master used when he wanted to control when she would pee. It made sense that if she was going to spend the day bound that he would not want to have to stop for her to eliminate until he was ready for her to. He had given her a series of enemas the night before she would not have any need to pass solid waste. The thin plastic tube slid with the aid of lubricant into her urethra with a very different feel but not at all unpleasant. As soon as the tube slipped into her bladder, Master kinked the tube to prevent the urine from flowing out freely and clamped it off. Next came the little plastic plunger that would fill the balloon in her bladder to keep the catheter in place. Now Emily would have to beg for him to let her pee, not just to let her cum. It was a level of control that while completely erotic was not something that she was accustomed to and the feeling of helplessness would increase her master’s control over her. He wasn’t done there, however, and reached into the cupboard behind him on the wall to start pulling out his toys. First came the clamps for her nipples, oh they are so deliciously torturous. Master fondled her breasts, gathering up her nipples attaching first one clamp then the next, and the cold chain on her chest heightened the heat that was growing beneath the clamps, but that wasn’t quite enough, the master pulled the chain down from the ceiling and clipped the chain from the clamps to it, pulling her nipples taunt into the air, this left her very little room for squirming as her master moved down between her legs, never taking his hands off her. Master used his fingers to tease the insides of her thighs, brushing her lips. Emily sighed, tossing her head back and master thumbed her clit to attention in no time before he clipped another clamp right there on that tender button. Emily jumped and her eyes flew open. Ah, yes, that got her attention. “My pet, you are blushing and so wet, I do believe you enjoy this sweet torture.” Emily’s only answer was a quiet moan.
Master Ryan took a step back to admire his handy work before he started his teasing in earnest. He would use every toy in the cabinet on Emily at one time or another during the day, removing the clips from time to time and replacing them again, working her up to a crescendo and then withdrawing suddenly. He took the time to occasionally give Emily sips of water and nibbles of fresh fruit that he brought down the dungeon around lunchtime. He filled her with the remote control vibrating egg and made sure the clamps were in place before leaving her to fix himself a sandwich “Now you need to hold that orgasm, baby girl, don’t you release it while I’m out of sight.” Emily moaned and arched her back, her eyes rolling back in pleasure unrequited.
In the near silence of the darkened playroom, Emily had to concentrate hard trying to keep her breathing steady. She had been riding the edge for most of the morning now and she could feel the slickness of her juices oozing from her slit. It was a lot harder to hold back without her Master there to reassure and encourage her. She used the sounds of his footsteps overhead to distract her from the activity in her sex. There really wasn’t much mental power left over after the effort of concentrating on controlling her body to think about much else.
Her Master returned to his playroom, to his toy that he left stewing in her own juices and released the clamps, pulled the egg out with a slurp and looked at his pet. “You are doing very well, my sweetness, I’m proud of you.” Emily answered him with a whimper, imploring him with her eyes. “No, no, not yet honey, we have a long way to go, yet. I know you are tired and its hard, but you are doing so well, all your orgasms will belong to me from now on but for that to happen you have to learn not to let go until I tell you. But I know you’ve been riding the edge all morning, I’ll let you rest for a moment.” He took a bag and attached it to the end of the tube running from her bladder and released the clamp letting Emily release the pressure that had built up all morning. Master reached up and took his blindfold from the cabinet and fitted it snugly over Emily’s eyes, cinching it down at the base of her skull, leaving her in complete darkness. He ran his hands over Emily’s body, seeking out muscle knots and massaging them, as Emily sighed and tried to stretch under his hands. Being blindfolded, Emily was even more at his mercy, unable to see when he lowered his head to take her tortured nipple in his mouth but she sighed as he flicked it with his tongue. His hand wandered down to the fork of her legs and started rolling her clit between his fingers and Emily bucked and arched her back again whimpering quietly and tossing her head. Just as had been his MO all morning he suddenly withdrew hands and mouth leaving her gasping. Emily waited to see where he would turn up next, she always found it thrilling when her master blindfolded her, the loss of control even more complete when she couldn’t see what was coming next. He moved to her ankles and released them, lowering the stirrups and putting them back out of the way, and then released her hands, helping her to sit up. She was still blindfolded but he kissed her forehead and helped her to her feet
Master moved her to the hobble horse next, cuffing her ankles to the wide support beams, and then gently pushing her forward, cuffed her wrists to the ring in the floor stretching her out and making her available to him. From this vantage point, Master kneaded her ass and thighs and then started working her clit again, sliding two fingers in and out of her until she started grinding her hips in to him, when he pulled his hands away and left her there.
The next toy from the cabinet was the medium sized plug, Master worked some lube into her tight little ass and then pressed the plug into her smoothly in one motion and Emily gasped. He replaced the evil little clamp on her clit before running the soft leather falls of his favorite flogger over her soft cheeks. At first Emily flinched but as it dawned on her what it was she stayed calm and planted her feet a little better to brace herself. First Master played the leather thongs against her, warming her skin and bringing the blood to the surface so there wouldn’t be bruises later. When he thought that her ass was sufficiently prepared the falls starting flicking against her faster and harder, working her over her thighs and lower back, occasionally letting the falls run between her legs, teasingly before taking up the swift hard stings across her back side. With the plug and the clamp on her clit in place her master knew that she was getting worked up over this, her hips twitching up to meet the blows. He worked himself up to a boil, reddening her ass thoroughly. When he felt that her cheeks were red enough that the heat was radiating off them and knew that she was close to tumbling over the edge into orgasm he tossed the flogger aside.
Emily was whimpering and shamelessly gyrating her hips. Master sat himself on a chair to watch her predicament and let her cool off before he pushed her too far but watching her was leaving him wanting and that was just unnecessary. He stood in front of his little pet and undid his pants, releasing his throbbing cock right in front of her face. She looked up at him hungrily as Master took her chin in his hand and guided her mouth; she needed no other prompting and opened her mouth to receive him like a sacrament. Master wound his fingers through her hair and used her head to guide her, forcing her down onto his hard member and pulling her off again and working himself into her. When he felt his own orgasm building, Master pushed deep into her throat, throbbing and spilling his seed deep into her.
Her master found many ingenious ways to keep her occupied the rest of the afternoon, moving her around the room from time to time, using various other pieces of furniture and every toy in his cabinet and taking his own pleasure whenever the desire struck him. When he trussed her to the St. Andrew’s cross he released her bladder for her before he brought out the flogger again and this time whipped her breasts first gently but quickly building up to a crescendo. Emily fought against her baser instincts and kept herself in control.
Master ordered Chinese for dinner and fed his pet rather than release her. Master teased her mercilessly all day, the entire time encouraging her and reassuring her that she was learning to submit to his will.
As the day started to fade, Master unbound his pet put away all the toys and led her into the large bathroom off the playroom and cuffing her wrists to the ring in the ceiling of the shower stall, released the clamp from the catheter and let her pee wash down the drain before recinching the clamp, then he bathed and dried his plaything and led her to the bed to tuck her in for the night there in the king sized bed in the playroom.
First he laid Emily on her back and blindfolded her then he locked one wrist into the cuff at the top of the bed, the other, nearer the center of the bed he cuffed to her collar behind her head so that her head would rest in the crook of her arm. He then cuffed one ankle to the foot of the bed and then took the thigh cuffs out and cinched one around the thigh of her free leg right up near her shaved sex. Master cuffed the free ankle to the D-ring on the inside of her thigh leaving her open and exposed to him. Master gathered the heavy quilts and made them cozy for his pet before he turned off the lights and lay down next to his prize baby girl and nuzzled up searching out her dripping sex with his hand. “Oh, darling, you did so well today. How do you feel now baby?” but Emily was exhausted and moaned, so near to sleep that words weren’t really going to serve her just now. She was basking in her accomplishment, she had done what her Master demanded of her and had not orgasmed regardless of Master’s attention but her fires had not died away, they were only banked for what would be a long night.
Emily slept through fitful erotic dreams, dreams in which Master controlled her every move like a slutty puppet on a string. She started to stir because her bladder was full to bursting but she was still bound to the bed. Her stirring woke her Master, though and he sat up and rubbed his eyes then turned to his pet. “How did you sleep little one?” Emily answered with the only thought that was on her mind, “I have to pee. Baby, please let me pee” Master understood her brusqueness and hastened to release her from the bed. Coming around he helped her stand and led her not to the bathroom but to the high bench he used for medical scenes again and helped her up, “but I need to pee,” Emily entreated him. “I know honey, we’ll empty your bladder and then its time for the catheter to come out.” Master put her legs back up in the stirrups and attached another bag to her catheter, releasing the clamp. When the trickle slowed to nothing he took the syringe and deflated the balloon in her bladder and the cool plastic slid out of her easily. Emily sighed with relief, it wasn’t that she disliked the catheter so much as it was nice to have control over her bodily functions again.
When she was free Master suggested that she take a shower and get cleaned up, relax and he would make them some breakfast. Emily didn’t need to be told twice, she had earned a little respite and relaxation. She wanted to shave her self, wash her hair and stretch her muscles, and the thought of the fatty down home breakfasts that were Ryan’s specialty would make this the perfect Sunday.
As they sat across from each other at the breakfast table where Ryan had waited for her the morning before, eating and relaxing, Ryan looked up at her. “My pet, you did a great job yesterday, do you think it will be easier now to let go of the control of your orgasms and trust me to control them for you?” “Yes, baby, I think it will be. I learned where the scales tip and I think I’ll be able to ride that edge for you until you release me.” Master grinned and flipped the sports section onto the table “Speaking of which,” he said, causing Emily’s heart to trip, dare she hope, was the shower and breakfast not her only reward? “what would you like to do today, my pet, you earned your release, how can I deliver it?” Emily’s mind catalogued the high-tech toys in Master’s cabinet “Master I just want to dance for you on the end of your fingers.” Her Master’s smile widened, “Well, let’s go my dear, we have an hour before you need to go get the kids.”
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