Tease

His heart sank as did his knees as he lay his forehead on her feet.

"Good boy" she said admiringly "I so appreciate you doing this you know, it just turns me on so much to see you like this. And I love the way you lick my toes while you're down there. I promise I will make it all worth your while, as long as you honour your word and do exactly as I tell you for the next four days. You will be good and do as you are told, wont you?"

She sounded so calm, sympathetic, and almost kindly.

"Yes" he mumbled half-heartedly.

There was a silence. A worrying pause. Then her voice became pure ice "Yes what?" She said.

"Oh, sorry" his voice muffled by her feet and the floor. "Yes Mistress."

"I hope obedience is not going to become an issue here, is it? I mean you will honour your word, won't you? You did agree to be my slave, nothing less than my total slave for the next four days, did you not?"

"Yes Mistress."

"So you will be totally obedient then, is that what you are saying? You will obey any command I give you."

His mind was racing, she seemed to have him, once again, in a corner where there was just no room to move. There really was only one reply, although his mind seemed to search for any possible alternative, there was none to be found except.

"Yes Mistress."

"Excellent!" She exclaimed. "That makes me so happy. Happy and horny. To have my man, totally captured and under my spell. How lovely! Darling crawl in front of me on your hands and knees into the living room lets go and play. I want to see just how obedient you can be."

As he shuffled, self consciously, in to the large open plan living room he could hear her making appreciative noises behind him. She told him to stop in the middle of the room and he heard the leather sofa hiss and squeak gently as she sat down.

"Turn around and crawl over here and face me" she said. Her voice seemed to have so many different colours. One moment she would sound light and delighted. Within a second she could sound dark and serious and menacing.

"Ok then" she said "Obedience. ooh, that word, obedience, it just does it for me. The very word makes me wet. Here's another word for you darling in my list of horny parlance. Training. Put the two together and.. well, obedience training, oh Lord. Can you feel it?"

He felt it all right. Fear, dread, his mouth was cold, his mind had started to drift again, that almost sleepy, hypnotic feeling. At the same time his heart raced.

"I feel something," he said.

"Yes, well I can see that," she said, referring to his engorging cock.

"So lets see just what a good boy you can be for me, OK?"

He looked at her. There obviously was no point in arguing with her at this stage.

"OK Mistress."

"Great. So. Stand up."

He stood. He looked and felt uncomfortable.

"No" she said. "When you stand, you must stand gracefully. Like a dancer, if you can. And when you do stand in my presence, you stand beautifully as well. Stand to attention, arms by your sides, and eyes straight ahead. Now do it again. Kneel!"

He knelt down again in front of her.

"Oh, this is fun" she said. "Are you deliberately screwing things up just to push me? When you kneel for me from standing, again you must move thoughtfully and gracefully, and when I tell you to kneel, get your forehead on the floor in front of my feet. Make it sexy for me darling, and take the pained expression off your face."

He placed his head on the floor as he was told.

"Better" she said. "Don't worry, we have plenty of time to practice."

"Stand" The command came again.

"Hmm, better that time, but still put more thought into your movement. Kneel."

She had him for the next hour standing, crawling and kneeling until she felt that he was really trying. Up and down, Stand, Kneel, Stand , Kneel. It was exhausting. And while he followed her commands, her hand slipped between her legs and she began to pleasure herself at his humiliation. The commands became quicker; she shouted them at him, as she got hotter and hotter. Finally.

"Get here!" she yelled. "Kneel! Crawl over here and beg to kiss my pussy! Do it now!"

He found himself hurrying into the required position that he had been taught, his head on the floor at her feet.

"Well?" she said.

"Please, may I kiss your pussy?" his mumbled voice came from the floor. She was in rapture.

"Beg properly, and call me Mistress!" She delighted in the power, loved twisting the knife.

"Please, I beg you, may I kiss your pussy Mistress."

It was almost too much for her. She grabbed his head and pushed his face between her legs and violently rubbed her soaking pussy over his mouth as she had another shattering orgasm.

As she finished her orgasm she placed on foot on his shoulder and pushed as she mumbled dreamily "Down, darling, get down and lick my feet for me."

He heard the remote for the TV go on as he knelt there sucking her toes while she flicked through the channels.

After an hour or so she gently grabbed his hair and pulled his head up. She put her face close to his. He could smell her sweet breath, as she looked him in the eye deeply.

"You are one sexy guy, do you know that?" She said "You really blew my mind this afternoon. You were great. Well done. Have I been so mean to you? I think I have. I think its time that we concentrated on your needs for a while, don't you?

He welled up in side, the feelings of confusion and humiliation and now with her kindness, relief.

" Well it does seem a bit one sided, doesn't it? I mean I know this stuff turns you on but." he blurted.

She pulled his head into her thighs.

"Sshh darling, it's OK, I know." He lay there almost sobbing into her thighs. She stroked his hair and rubbed his back lovingly.

"Look" she said "Firstly you must get into the habit of calling me Mistress when you speak to me. It's just a way of giving us a gentle reminder of your role. Come on, its OK, its fun. Secondly, I Have promised you that I will make this all so worth it to you and I will. You will thank me at the end of this, I promise. Now lets go to bed and let me make it up to you, OK?"

"Ok then that sounds good. Mistress."

"But no more talking from you tonight, OK? I want you to remain silent."

Fifteen minutes later they were in bed. She had said that after such a great day she was tired and wanted to sleep soon.

"Darling slip these handcuffs on for me so I can sort you out."

She handed him a pair of silver handcuffs. They were the novelty type you see sold in any tourist shop in London, but they did the job.

She had told him not to speak and by now he was slowly learning to do as he was told, so he held back the whining thoughts that came to mind. He slipped the handcuffs on to one wrist and she pulled his arms up to the headboard that had rungs between the top and bottom, putting the chain between the rung and securing his other arm. His cock, which had been teased earlier, was harder now than it had ever been in his whole life and was oozing pre cum.

Forty-five minutes. That's about how much he could take before he really felt like he was totally going to enter an entirely new dimension altogether.

She started with just rubbing his stretched and vulnerable sides with her open palms and occasionally raking him with her nails. She circled his cock, not touching him there but going so close. He dragged her fingernails down his sides and he writhed. She took hold of his cock and started to pump him. He closed his eyes, and as she gave him half a dozen slow, hard strokes he began to moan.

She stopped immediately.

"I told you not to speak, didn't I?"

"No talking, that includes whining and moaning. Is that clear or do you want me to stop?"

The words reached him. He understood what she was saying, but it seemed to take an age to shake his head, no, he definitely did not want her to stop.

"Ok then, well be a good boy now and hush."

She continued to stroke his cock, alternating between half a dozen or so hard strokes with her hand fairly tightly gripping him and then impossibly light strokes up his shaft, then the awful scratching up and down his sides that made him writhe around so. She watched him intently, watching him slip deeper and deeper, taking him to the brink of orgasm at least four times before stopping, leaving him right on the edge, his pelvis and hips bucking wildly, trying to make contact with her, with anything. She took her thumb and massaged behind the head of his cock. He nearly flipped. Every time she saw him get too close to orgasm she would stop and torment his sides and legs, or pinch his nipples.

"Do you feel good, slave boy?" She asked.

He nodded dreamily.

"Isn't this the best? Don't you feel sexier, hornier now than you ever have in your life?"

Again he nodded. It was true. He had been on the edge of coming, how many times now? Three? Four? He wasn't sure. His heart was racing as if he had been on a half hour sprint, and he was drenched in sweat. His cock felt like it would surely burst and his mind had taken on that deep pool like feeling where he was awash in his own body. It was incredible.

"I'm so kind to you, poor darling, aren't I? You are enjoying this, aren't you? You look like you are!"

He nodded again, her words only just reaching him.

"Good boy. Well I think that's enough for one day, don't you? And if you are a good boy tomorrow like you were today we can do this again. You look pretty exhausted and you need to keep your strength up."

She unlocked his hands and removed the handcuffs. He started to speak, still in a dreamy state, but the confused and desperate expression said it all as she put her finger over his lips and shushed him.

"Don't spoil it now darling, you have done so well. I promise that you will get to come, but I'm tired now and I'm sure you are. If you are a good boy over the next four days, I promise you will have the best orgasm ever. Promise. Now roll over so that I can cuddle you."

It was true; he was exhausted, physically and emotionally. Yet his throbbing cock just ached like hell now and his balls felt twice the normal size. Never the less he really did want to please her, so he rolled over on his side with his back to her as she snuggled up behind him and put her arm round him and gently toyed with his cock until she fell asleep.

After and hour or so, when his heart rate had finally dropped to a level likely to allow him to sleep, he started to doze. The last thing he heard was her dreamily mumbling.

"Four days. Four days that start from tomorrow, poor baby!"

He fell asleep to the sound of her sleepy giggling.