Yes Sir

No more panties. No more bra. No more masturbating. No touching yourself. Your pussy belongs to me. Yes sir. This is the stuff of stories. Is this real or is it just a game?

I'm at work. I reach for something across my desk and accidentally brush against my breast. My nipple hardens and a wave of arousal washes over me. I cross my arms and secretly rub my fingers in circles around both nipples. A shiver runs down my back and I feel my juices start to flow.

I pause. Maybe I should ask for permission to do this. I text him. Sir, may I please touch my nipples? No. He's serious. A few minutes later... You may play with your nipples for 30 seconds as long as you take a video.

Thirty seconds is too short, I reply. Oh really, he says. I correct myself. Thank you sir, for allowing me to do that. Thirty seconds left me longing for more.

I'm so horny. All I want to do is cum. I ask if I may masturbate. No, he says. This is so new to me. Yes sir. I obey. What if my other partner wants to play though? That's allowed.

I wear my silky black nightie to bed. Tom moves his hands over the smooth soft material covering my back as we embrace face to face. He reaches between my legs and collects my juices, coating his cock with them. He begins to thrust between my legs without penetrating. He asks if it feels good. I tell him that he's rubbing against my clit. He turns me around and starts to thrust again between my legs, this time stimulating nothing of mine. Before long, he's shuddering through an orgasm.

We snuggle but I can't relax. Cum is dripping from between my legs and covering my thin black nightie. It's growing cold and clammy. Tom won't let me clean it up though. He reminds me of how much of a slut I am, covered in cum, and that I love this. My back arches as another wave of arousal works it's way through me. My juices flow with his. Finally he lets me go.

Sleep doesn't come easily. My skin is alive. My nipples are rock hard. My pussy aches. I long for release. My arousal is intensified by the thought that I've been able to please both people at once. Tom was able to use my body to satisfy his own needs without compromising D's desire to keep me on edge.

2 Minutes

"Go get Mr Buzzy," Tom instructed me. I stared at him for a moment, wondering what he was up to. "Go on," he urged. I hurried upstairs to grab my pretty little vibrator. "That chair over there looks like a comfy spot," he said, pointing to the big round papasan in front of the window. "That way everyone can see you outside," he snickered. Nobody could REALLY see me but Tom knew that I got off on the idea of being seen. I plugged in the vibrator and took a seat, waiting for further instructions. "Get to work," he said. "You've got 2 minutes." Only two minutes?! I wasn't ready! I clumsily searched for the "on" switch and focused hard on one of my favorite fantasies. It wasn't long before I started to feel the heat growing between my legs. I began to move my hips up and down, grinding my clit against that little purple nub. I could feel myself getting to that tingly edge. "Count down from thirty," I heard Tom say. "Nooooooooo," I moaned as the countdown ended. "Put it away," he said. And with that, he walked away, out of the room.

I sat there, pussy aching for more, mind racing. Groaning, I stood up and reluctantly got started on my to do list. About 20 minutes later, Tom came back into the room with a big smile on his face and said "Go get Mr Buzzy. This time, plug it in at the table." He paused. "Two minutes," he said with an evil grin, and then walked into the other room again.

I quickly got to work, sinking into another fantasy. It was easier this time. I visualized myself sitting in the "special" chair, the one with the dildo and the clit vibrator. It was running and I was all hot and bothered. I stared down at a paper on the desk. I heard my master telling me to write for him. It was so hard to focus on the words though. I was not allowed to make a mistake. I had to finish my assignment. The vibrations grew stronger though, and so did my need for release. I was not allowed to cum but I needed to, so badly. The tension inside me grew with each passing second. My master watched as I started to tremble and shake, trying to hold off on the orgasm that threatened to take over. He told me the consequences for cumming without permission. His warnings only pushed me closer to orgasm. 

I opened my eyes and felt the heat overcome me, moaning and grinding my hips. "STOP! NOW" I heard Tom shout from the other room. I turned off my vibrator immediately and whined as I felt my orgasm slip away. Tom pocketed my vibrator and informed me that he would be going out for a couple of hours. I sadly watched my buzzy toy disappear down the driveway.

I spent the next half hour looking at Tumblr porn and couldn't take it any longer. I had an itch to scratch and it was driving me crazy. I slipped my hand down into my pants and rubbed my little bud, twirling my finger slowly around my clit and up and down my labia. It took a while but eventually the heat began to build again and I picked up speed. Finally, sweet release. I twitched and moaned feeling my pussy clench over and over again. I was proud of myself for being able to get there without my toy. That can be a challenge for me sometimes. The orgasm wasn't nearly as satisfying as one had from the vibe but it relieved enough tension that I could get a few things done.

Later that evening, after Tom's partner went upstairs, Tom had me set up Mr Buzzy in the living room. We settled down for a movie. I sat between his legs with a blanket over the both of us. Tom instructed me to unzip my pants and get to work. FINALLY I was able to cum. What a relief after a day of teasing and denial. I came hard, trying to stay quiet so Tom's partner upstairs wouldn't hear me. The fear of being found out only made things hotter. What a great day.