Dream Date Chapter 2 - continued. Without giving you anoth..

Dream Date
Chapter 2 - continued.

Without giving you another glance, she turns and walks back across the room. She then turns and sits in a single, upright, black leather chair. It framed her perfectly. Strong and overpowering, just like her. She spreads her legs, pussy once again on full display to you. The view certainly helps your cock bounce just a little perkier. Crossing her arms she watches you and with a stern, crisp tongue she says ‘good, much, much better. I like it when you do what you’re told. Misbehaviour is not accepted here’

You continue to jerk yourself off. Hand moving up and down, little moans eek out as you stroke yourself. The moans growing louder as your cock gets harder and your pulse begins to race. You are watching her as you pleasure yourself. Getting closer to the edge. Her hand slides down to her glistening pussy. You can see how wet it is while she sits, eyes focused on your cock. Yet, still, no desire is readable. You hope she is enjoying the view and from the movement of her hand gently rubbing her clit. You surmise the desire you are feeling is mutual. You watch has her clit begins to grow, pussy starting to drip and slowly become engorged. Opening up just a little bit more and you can just imagine your tongue sliding its way into her cunt. She now looks into your eyes, which dart back to her face after taking in her pussy one last time. She murmurs, “do you like what you see?’. You continue to jerk on your cock, so close to the edge that you’re starting to shake. You’re trying to control yourself, hold yourself back. You don’t want to cum, not yet. This is only the beginning, and you want this desire, this moment to last. You try counting in your head, back from 100 to control your heartbeat and distract the pure, animal desire to cum. You end up replying to her question while simultaneously counting ’87, sorry, sorry, yes, yes, I really enjoy the view’. The corner of her mouth turns into a smirk as she slides one finger up inside her pussy and then pulls it out, glistening, covered in her juices. And then brings it to her lustful, red, full lips. She opens her mouth and slides her finger inside, sucking down on her finger, cheeks hollowing as she sucks harder on her finger. Her eyes locked on yours. She then smacks her lips together as she pulls her finger out and runs it around the outside of her lips. Salivating on the taste. She then smiles just a little before tilting her head ever so slightly and asking, ‘Do you want to cum?’ You desperately want to; every muscle is switching from trying to control yourself. The view of her, and everything that she does isn’t helping you. you try to compose your breathing, you’ve lost count several times and had to restart, this was about the 10th time you’ve started at 99 again. With one long breath you reply to her, as controlled as you can be, ‘Yes, Yes, I would really like to cum’. Still jerking off and trying to slow down your strokes to prevent an eruption. Without a warning. She quickly gets out of the chair and within seconds as a vice like grip around your cock and balls, crushing them and your hand which was still around your cock. Her hand wraps around everything and applies enough pressure to have you in quite a bit of pain. Along with the piercing pain that surges through your spine from your cock and balls being crushed. A shooting pain strikes through you as the metal rod she was holding touches your side. Your body contorts, trying to prevent you moving any further back from her as her talon continues to hold onto you, while simultaneously trying to get as far away from the shock of the rod. Then you hear her whisper into your ear ‘Stop, I didn’t say you were allowed to cum’

You were so close to the edge; your balls start to seer with pain of not being able to cum. she lifts your chin with her other hand. Looking into her eyes, piercing as she gazes down at you and then whispers. ‘Are you my worthy slave, will you do as I tell you; will you be a good boy?’ As she finishes off the sentence, she slowly releases her cement like grip from around your now, slightly limp and what feels like bruised balls. And with one finger she light runs it over the tip of your wet, dripping cock and lightly massaging it, she then grabs hold of your cock and moves her grip up and down. your cock which had shrivelled down because of the pain and trammer of being crushed just moments prior seems to immediately respond to her now, very gentle touch. Even though you had just done completely same movement just a few minutes ago. It felt so much different with her touching you. It sent goosebumps up your flesh and a chill run down your spine. Your focus is split between her words and her stroking your cock. Bringing you right back to the edge. Even though you weren’t far off cumming. She whispers in your ear, fingers running over the tip of your cock, you feel the pre cum juices run along her fingertips. ‘I repeat, will you be a good slave for me, or shall we end this here and now, because so far I am not impressed.’

You stammer out a reply, trying to focus on her, trying to stay in the moment and not let the desire of her touch overcome you. you love how she touches you; you love every single second, and you want to control yourself, you need to control yourself. ‘Ye, ye, yes, I’ll be a good slave. I will do exactly what you tell me to do. I promise. I won’t misbehave. Please, just don’t let this night end. ‘