Stephanie's Submission

Part 6 – Teased

By Rilawild

Stephanie awoke horny. She could only remember glimpses of her dreams, but that was enough to tell her that all of them had been erotic in one form or another. Then she felt it, it was what had woken her up. For a second time in this house, she found that she’d been roused by Jim touching her.

Still bound to the bed, all the woman could do was open her eyes and see what her sensitive flesh was already telling her. Jim knelt besides her bed, her prison. He’d slid a hand beneath the duvet and whilst she couldn’t see what it was doing, her pussy told her all she needed to know.

“Good morning, slut.” Jim appeared in a happy mood. “We’ll just get you nice and warmed up before I get you out of bed. I know how much you like masturbating in bed in the morning; but since you’re a guest in my house it only seems fitting that you don’t have to ‘do-it-yourself’, it comes on the house – call it room service if you like.”

Now that she was awake, he began to touch her earnest. Stephanie, remembering the night before and the state he’d left her in before switching off the light, let out a groan. She knew that he’d get her hot and bothered, but not let her cum. ‘Well,’ she mused, ‘it will be my choice though, won’t it? He’ll give me the opportunity to cum if I want. That’s the worst thing about this. I could cum, but if I do then he’ll keep the taaaapppppe...’ Jim had just lightly squeezed her clitoris, and she couldn’t finish her thoughts, being suddenly consumed by her building lust.

As she’d feared, he teased her close to orgasm and kept her there, not quite going far enough to force an orgasm from her aroused body, but also never backing off enough for her to catch her breath and take stock. He watched her closely, looking for the signs of her impending orgasm so that he could play her body like a virtuoso.

For minute after minute he caressed her expertly, and for minute after minute she gritted her teeth unwilling to give in and loose the tape. Then, as he did the night before, he just stopped.

“Good girl, you are learning nicely. I could see the concentration in your face as you did your best to hold back. I’m proud of you.” He’d removed his slimy hand from beneath the covers and then to Stephanie’s surprise he held it up to her face.

“Be a good girl and clean my fingers for me – you’re awfully wet.” She turned her face away. ‘Isn’t it enough that you masturbate me whilst I’m tied down, now you want me to clean my juices from your fingers.’ She didn’t dare say her thoughts to his face though.

“Now, now. Don’t be naughty, you’ve been doing so well, don’t spoil it now,” and with that he wiped his fingers across her lips, smearing them with her secretions. Tied to the bed as she was, there was no escape. She could smell herself on him. At last she gave in and opened her lips and let his fingers into her mouth. “Lick them.” His order was given with a gentle tone of voice, but she knew that if she didn’t follow them his tone would soon change.

Once she’d cleaned his fingers to his satisfaction, he dried them on the bed sheet.

“I suppose that I could have wiped them on the sheet, no doubt it will need cleaning after you’ve leaked on them all night. Oh well, it wouldn’t have been as pleasant a way to clean them though.”

Next, Jim moved and unfastened her legs and then her wrists. Stephanie flexed her muscles and was standing besides him in an instant.

“Now, if you’re to get to work on time we’ll have to hurry. Run along now to the bathroom and get ready.” He slapped her bottom to reinforce his instruction, and Stephanie did indeed find herself jogging to the bathroom with her tits bouncing. Jim followed her at a more steady pace. She realised that he’d supervise her ablutions again and her now familiar embarrassment returned.

After a light breakfast, which Stephanie found herself preparing for both of them and eating in the nude, he ushered her into the hallway to get dressed.

“Come along, I’ll drive – you give me directions to your flat.” Jim swung her car keys, he’d obviously found them in her handbag. She’d forgotten what he’d said the night before, expecting them to part ways here. However, he was not going to let her off that lightly. He’d make sure that she had no opportunity for ‘play’ before ‘work’.

Stephanie felt a little more confident with her clothes on, but of course without any underwear since she hadn’t worn any the previous night. However, she didn’t feel that she could argue with him either about him taking her to work, or about him taking her keys – she’d allowed herself to be captured in a compromising position and she had to work through that. She felt that she was losing control. What had started as a fun and sexy game on Sunday had turned to a much more serious proposition. Stephanie, though, knew that she’d been more aroused over the last few days than at any other time in her life.

‘If I can hold out until Saturday, then we’ll be even again and I can take back control of my life and see where our relationship goes from there.’ She was fearful though about what would happen over the next few days. At the same time her cunt was telling her that the roller-coaster of her time with Jim was something that she had to ride; she didn’t want it to stop.

As she got into the car, he told her to flip up the back of her skirt. “I know that you’ve been practising, you told me yesterday.” Stephanie remembered gasping out some of the games she’d played for on-line dominants. This was one of the more embarrassing ones she’d had to do away from the privacy of her computer. Her skirt raised, she lowered her bare pussy onto the seat. When she’d done this before she’d been wearing panties, and so she found another ratchet notched up on her road to submission.

“Masturbate for me while I drive, and remember no cumming.”

‘Oh, it gets worse. How can I do that in the car?’

“What if someone sees me?” She asked plaintively.

“Don’t worry – no-one will see you, and besides your skirt will hide what you’re doing.”

Stephanie wasn’t convinced, but did slip her hand between her thighs under her skirt. She began to stroke herself. Embarrassment washed over her; she could feel her juices coating her thighs and knew that there would be a wet patch on the upholstery when she got out. After a few minutes, her arousal, having never really died down since she’d awoken, was motoring back towards orgasm highway. ‘Oh god, I’ve got to hold back, I can’t cum now.’

“Please, can I stop? I’m getting close to cumming.”

“You may slow down, but keep your fingers on your cunt.”

Stephanie moaned and obeyed him. She kept away from her pulsing clitoris and just stroked her soaking labia. Her breathing was coming in shallow gasps as she concentrated hard on keeping herself contained.

She was relieved when he pulled up at her block and she was allowed to stop touching herself, get out and smooth down her skirt. She could feel that her pussy was puffed up with arousal and her juices soaked her crotch completely. She hoped she’d be able to calm down at work, but she was afraid that her body would betray her.

Once they were inside her small flat, Jim surprised her: “Strip; I’m extending the rule about being naked in my home to include being naked in your flat, though I’ll let you wear clothes if you have guests who don’t know about you.”

Stephanie, feeling her heart rate increase, followed his instructions and shed her few clothes. It brought a strange feeling to be commanded to be naked in her flat. She rarely spent time nude at home, she would normally wear a robe after her shower and sleep in a t-shirt and panties. Now she stood naked in her hallway. It was a different feeling from when she was naked at Jim’s house. There she only spent time living in her fantasies and so being naked almost seemed normal, though she knew that it still embarrassed her. Here though she felt a conflict between her normal and fantasy lives, a blurring of the line. The hallway was so familiar, so comfortable, and yet seeing herself nude in the mirror where she normally checked herself before leaving home seemed wrong.

“Right then,” Jim announced. “Let’s pack you some clothes for the week. Is this the bedroom?” He walked to the end of hall and opened the door to her bedroom. Stephanie trailed behind him and found him looking through her wardrobe. She stood just inside the door, eyes looking down at her feet.

“Slut, get me a case. You’ll need clothes for work for the rest of the week and something for the weekend.” He threw a blouse onto her bed as he spoke. Stephanie knelt down, feeling her breasts jiggling beneath her, and pulled out her small suitcase from under the bed.

Jim sorted through her clothes and the ones he picked he packed in the case. Finally, he handed her a blouse and skirt.

“You’ll wear these today,” he announced and Stephanie was relieved that they were clothes that she often wore to work. She’d half expected him to want to dress her in her most revealing ‘partying’ clothes.

He picked up a few of pairs of shoes, all of them with heels. She usually only wore heels when she went out in the evening, typically wearing flats to work. Stephanie wondered what everyone at work would think of her outfit.

“You’ve probably guessed, you won’t be wearing any underwear this week,” he confirmed her fears. “Now get your toiletries and I think we’re finished.”

Just before they left, he allowed her to dress in her blouse, skirt and shoes. She felt exposed as they walked to the car and wasn’t sure how she would get through the day. She was most conscious of her free breasts, no-one would notice that she was without panties, but people would notice that she’d chosen not to wear a bra if they looked closely. ‘I’ll have to try and stay as still as possible so that they don’t jiggle.’

She had to masturbate again on the way to the office, and now she feared that it would be her aroma that would betray her rather than her erect nipples. So the first thing she did when she reached her building, after he’d dropped her off with an admonishment not to masturbate or cum, was to spend five minutes in the ladies’ room trying to clean her juices from her crotch and dry her tender pussy. Stephanie sprayed herself with perfume and hoped that that would be enough to disguise her musky scent.

Her day was a strange mixture, she’d sometimes catch herself and realise that she’d been day dreaming about what Jim had done to her and what it might lead to. Other times she’d have managed to immerse herself in some work and then she’d lean over to pick up her stapler or hole-punch and felt her naked breasts move within her blouse and her arousal would come flooding back.

At least, she thought at lunchtime, she’d managed to get more work done than the previous day. Samantha had checked in on her to see if she was feeling better and she thought that she’d persuaded her that she was okay. Stephanie hoped that Samantha hadn’t noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She wasn’t sure how she’d explain that away if asked.

During the afternoon she continued in her strange combination of hard work and intense moments of arousal. At one point she considered masturbating, but decided that she couldn’t trust herself to lie convincingly to Jim and so remained frustrated.

Jim had taken her car with him after he’d dropped her off, so at the end of the day all she could do was wait for him in reception. She was nervous that someone would ask her why she was there when she normally left immediately, or if they saw Jim picking her up ask her who he was. ‘What would Samantha say if she saw me with him?’

No one said anything though, most seemed pre-occupied themselves as they hurried out the office too caught in their own worlds to worry about hers; and luckily there was no-one around when he picked her up.

Without being told to, she sat on her bare bottom again and it only took a glance from Jim for her slide her hand between her slick thighs to begin to caress herself as he drove across town to his house. Stephanie had felt aroused all day, but the humiliation of masturbating in the car again brought her to new heights.

Jim helped her out of the car and made a point of taking her right hand. He lifted it to his face and smiled at her. Stephanie just blushed. He was breathing in her scent. Even though she knew that anyone walking past his relatively secluded driveway wouldn’t realise that her hand was covered in her sticky juices, she was terribly embarrassed.

“Good. You smell absolutely wonderful. Let’s go inside.” He led her by her hand into the house. As normal, she undressed immediately and crawled after him along the hallway. ‘How can I consider this normal,’ she though to herself.

“Stand for inspection, slut,” Jim commanded as he picked up her cuffs. Stephanie scrambled into position as quickly as possible, and then decided to spread her legs even wider before he had an opportunity to tell her off. “Good girl,” he praised, “you’re beginning to learn.”

Jim slid his hand between her legs and began to gentle stroke her. “You’re so nice and wet. You’re hot and ready, eh?” Stephanie feeling her embarrassment rise, her face and chest flush and her heart begin to pound in her chest, just nodded.

“Now look me in the eyes and tell me about whether you masturbated or came at work.”

Stephanie, nervously raised her eyes to meet his. ‘Oh, I knew I wouldn’t be able lie to him. I’m so glad I wasn’t disobedient.’

“Please sir, I’ve been good. I haven’t played with myself or cum. I promise.” She knew that she sounded pathetic, almost like a child promising to do her chores. Jim stood there implacably looking deeply into her eyes, into her soul. She felt more naked than she thought possible as he studied her intensely.

“How many times did you think about masturbating,” he asked at last.

“Two or three, I don’t really remember sir. Today passed in a bit of a blur. I knew though that I wouldn’t be able to lie to you so I wasn’t able to do it.”

“You wanted to though, didn’t you?”

“Oh yes, I was so wet and horny. If you hadn’t forbidden it, I’m sure that I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself.”

A smile spread across Jim’s face as she told him about her feeling and desperate need to cum.

“Excellent, You are learning your lessons. Without the discipline that you’ve learned over the last couple of days you would have given in to your naughty urges and embarrassed yourself at work.” He continued to manipulate her swollen lips, but Stephanie was grateful that he didn’t caress her clitoris. She wasn’t sure that she had enough willpower at that moment to keep from cumming if he did.

“Now, lets get these cuffs on. Then we can think about dinner.” He took each of her hands from behind her neck and buckled on the cuffs. Next he picked up another couple and this time fastened them onto her ankles. He didn’t fasten the cuffs together though, leaving her movement unrestricted, for the moment.

He instructed her to make them both dinner: simple chicken breasts and vegetables. When she came to serve the meal Jim had set two places next to each other, but only one chair. When he motioned for her to kneel beside him she felt her pussy contract as she recognised a familiar theme from fantasies and stories she’d read. He clipped her cuffs together behind her back and then proceeded to eat his own meal. Every now and then, he’d cut a morsel from her plate and feed her. She felt completely humiliated to be treated like this, but very turned on. It was as if he were treating her as a child, or a helpless invalid, or even worse she thought, a faithful pet.

After he’d finished his meal, he sat and leisurely drank his wine, pausing momentarily to feed her a little more between sips. All she had to drink was still water which he held to her lips between mouthfuls. The only conversation, if it could be called that, was him praising her for being a good girl and telling her that he was proud of her. Part of her realised that he was using positive re-enforcement to help her accept his training, and she wasn’t sure that it wasn’t working since she felt good to be doing his bidding. However, she thought that even without his praise she’d be happy to kneel here and eat out of his hand purely because of the sensations that were emanating from her vagina.

After the meal, she cleared up and set the dishwasher. She was glad, at least, that he didn’t make her wash the dishes manually. Then, Jim, clearly contented, took her back into the living room and helped her into the ‘present’ position.

“Since I enjoyed that meal so much, I think you deserve a little reward.” So saying, he began to masturbate her from behind. Stephanie was soon gasping as he circled and circled her clitoris. Then she felt something hard nudge at her lips. It became a little more insistent and she knew then that it was a dildo. It began its inexorable journey into her as she began to push back against the pressure he applied. The faux-cock was larger than she’d expected and it soon felt like it was filling her to bursting; however she was so wet that it had forced it way inside her with relative ease.

Jim began then to slide it back out, all the while continuing to caress her clitoris with his other hand. In moments it was almost withdrawn, with just its bulbous head remaining within her and that was the signal for him to push it back into her pussy. This time its journey was much faster. Before long the thick penis was fucking her solidly and she was responding with glee. Stephanie was very vocal and with each stroke she’d let out a high-powered yell as she abandoned herself to the sensations.

She was really getting into it and racing towards her denied orgasm when she was brought to a rude halt as he stopped with a final mighty thrust of the dildo into her tender flesh.

“Now, remember no cumming without permission! I think that that is enough for now, we don’t want you boiling over, just nicely simmering.” Stephanie just groaned, remembering their bargain and collapsed onto the rug frustrated now more than ever with the dildo still embedded firmly within her.

He allowed her to calm down for a few minutes, but didn’t allow her to remove the dildo when she reached for it. When her breathing had returned to normal, well as close to normal as she was ever going to get in her current condition, he ordered her into her kneeling position, but told her to hold the cock within her.

“You look very beautiful my dear.” Jim caressed her face as he spoke and brushed some of her sweat soaked hair away from her eyes. “Now, last night you showed that you needed a lot more practice at fellatio, so I think we’ll dedicate our next session to that.”

Stephanie expected him to take his cock out immediately for her to service, but instead he leaned over behind the sofa to pick something up. She paled visibility as she saw it was a tripod with his video-camera on it. “I think this is an excellent opportunity to add footage to your tape.”

“P-please, don’t,” Stephanie whimpered knowing that she would not change his mind. In a few moments she saw the little red record light come on and he returned to stand in front of her.

“Today’s lesson slut,” she realised that he was playing up to the camera, “is for you to learn how to perform fellatio. Your current ability is woefully lacking as you demonstrated last night. Firstly undo my jeans.” Jim stood in front of her waiting for her to begin. Stephanie, a little nervous, did as he said, and then followed his instructions as he told her to free his penis.

“Now, ask me if you may worship my cock.”

She was a little surprised, but she decided that it was probably fitting that she ask to him to allow her to do this.

“Please sir, may I worship your cock? May I give you a blow-job?”

“Yes, slut, that would please me. Now gently caress it and my balls.” She began to follow his instructions. “Lightly kiss the head.” Stephanie bent forward and did as she was told. “Okay, I want you to begin to gently lick the glans and the frenulum: that’s the strip of skin between the glans and the shaft on the underside. Yes, that’s it,” he groaned as Stephanie’s tongue found the right spot.

“Take the head into your mouth, and remember the cardinal rule is to keep those teeth away from it.” Stephanie found that she was eager to learn and as she wrapped her mouth around the end of his cock she looked up at his face from her kneeling position.

Jim instructed her over the next few minutes about how to perform a basic blow-job.

“Good girl, you’re learning; though I think you’ll need a lot of practice.” He gave a little laugh knowing on whom she’d be practising.

Next he began to prepare her for deep-throating by teaching her how to hold her head and neck and how to use her tongue and open her throat. He told her a couple of techniques to help prevent her gagging. Stephanie found this the most difficult, but she did her best even though she didn’t succeed in taking him into her throat. Jim didn’t seem too disappointed though, which encouraged her.

“Now then, I want you to bring me to orgasm and then swallow as much as you can. Like last night, any that you don’t swallow will remain on you for the rest of the evening.” Stephanie redoubled her efforts, swirling her tongue around his glans and applying a soft suction. Before long he announced that he was about to come and she locked her lips around him and flicked him with her tongue. She felt Jim stiffen and with a quick jerk of his hips he came, quickly filling her mouth with his sperm. She gulped and gulped and proudly swallowed every drop.

“A very good start,” Jim said as he recovered. “Now be gentle, at this point my cock is very sensitive; stop sucking and use your tongue lightly to clean up the remaining cum.” When she’d finished, Jim pulled up and fastened his jeans.

“Slut, your first lesson has gone well. I want you to practice though. Take out your toy and you can spend the rest of the evening sucking on that.”

Stephanie moaned as she slipped the wet dildo from her vagina and then brought it up to her lips. Her cunt felt empty without it. As Jim watched she began to kiss and lick her juices from the dildo, and after a few minutes, when it was clear that she was enjoying playing with the plastic cock, he switched off the camcorder and put it away.

Stephanie found herself relishing her taste as she sucked and licked the shaft. Jim sat on the sofa and picked up a magazine and began to absent-mindedly flick through it, ignoring the naked girl practising her fellatio skills as she knelt before him. She told herself that he couldn’t spend all of his time teaching her skills that she ought to know already, and she redoubled her efforts. She concentrated on what he’d told her when she’d worked on his real cock instead of this plastic one. She hoped that when she had another chance to give him a blow job that he’d be pleased with her progress. As she thought on this, she felt how hard her nipples had become and could feel her labia were swollen.

‘Oh, what a slut I’ve become. I would never have done this a week ago.’ Her vagina’s lips were parted and she knew that her juice was glistening on them and around her whole crotch. It took all of her willpower not to reach down between her legs and touch them. ‘I’m sooo turned on. I never thought being such a slut would be so hot.’

Stephanie worked on the cock, absorbed in her task, for a good hour. She practised licking it as she’d been taught, and working it at the back of her mouth, hoping to learn how to get passed her gag reflex. She couldn’t work it out though and wanted to interrupt Jim to ask for more instruction but decided that he’d be angry to be disturbed.

Eventually though, Jim did put down his magazine and watched Stephanie concentrating hard on her task for a few moments.

“I think that’s enough for now,” he announced. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Just like the previous evening, Stephanie found herself bound to her bed after the humiliating experience of using the bathroom in front of Jim. And just like the previous evening, Jim placed his hand between her legs and caressed her to the brink of orgasm again.

‘If he keeps this up, there is no way that I can possibly hold out until Saturday. I’ve got to try though since that tape now has my blow job lesson on it too.’

Jim worked his fingers against her clitoris. Stephanie screwed her eyes shut and concentrated as hard as she could on staying calm, on holding back her orgasm. Jim reacted by reaching out and gripping her left nipple.

“That’s it. Hold it back. I know it’s difficult, but you don’t have permission to cum. I know that you can do it.” Jim squeezed her nipple and then twisted it slightly. It drove Stephanie wild. The pain in her nipple didn’t seem to register, she could only feel the pleasure pulsing out from her clitoris. Stephanie strained against her bonds, her body arched like a bow, all her muscled tensed and her head bent right back.

Through gritted teeth she begged him, “Please stop, please I can’t take any more. I’m going to cum.” Stephanie pleaded with him again and again to stop his teasing.

“Just a moment or two more,” he replied. He twisted her other nipple and Stephanie let out a throaty moan of pure pleasure. “Hold on, hold on,” Jim urged. Stephanie felt like she was going to explode if he didn’t stop soon, but he kept her at the edge for a final long moment before withdrawing his hands.

She lay there panting, knowing that she’d succeeded again. He caressed her thigh in long slow gentle strokes.

“Excellent, you held out very well there. You’re learning so well, and if you can keep this up until Saturday you’ll get your reward. Now get some sleep.”