Loading...When she came down to greet me at the lobby of her dorm building, nobody — not the security guards nor the other students nor the people passing by on the streets — could have guessed what was going on. I was in a suit, she in a sexy (but not slinky) red dress that made the red in her hair pop. They’d have thought we were prepared for a classy night on the town (as classy as college students could afford, I suppose). If they had been paying close enough attention to her knowing smirk and my short, fearful breaths, they would probably have known something else was going on.
We checked in and went up the elevator silently, before we walked into her dorm. Her roommates were gone, as she had planned. I walked in, put my back down in the corner, and stood in the center of the room. She had told me that as soon as we got in I was to stand there and keep my eyes down. I was not to speak unless spoken to.
She locked the door behind her and walked over to me with a grin. She circled around me, inspecting her prize. It was quite literally her prize, because of the bet we had made. She seemed to read my mind when she took my chin firmly in her hand, pulled my gaze to hers, and said, “What was our bet?”
“Over who would win the video game.” Given that it was a baseball video game and she knew little about sports, I figured I had a genuine shot at beating her, even though I never played video games. She brutalized me.
“And what did I win?”
“My body, for three days.” I was technically free at midnight tonight, about six hours from now, because we had not seen each other since the game. But that hadn’t stopped her from taking advantage of her new power.
She pulled up a chair and sat down in front of me and crossed her legs, giving me a nice view of her thigh. I trembled. “You’ve been following my instructions to the letter, I assume.”
“Yes.”
“You haven’t cum these past three days.”
“No.”
“And you have watched all the videos I emailed you.”
“Yes.”
“And you stimulated yourself whenever I told you, exactly how I told you.”
“Yes.”
“And you thought of me every time.”
“Yes.”
“And moaned my name every time.” Ericaaaa ….
“Yes.”
She smiled, a smile of pride, though I couldn’t tell if it was pride in me for being obedient or pride in herself for being so cruel. Cruel was hardly the word for it; she hadn’t given me a break. I could barely sleep due to my constant arousal. I did not have the words for how horny I was. But I didn’t have to say it; I knew she could tell from the way I was standing, breathing, looking at her.
She stood up and walked another circle around me. “I see you dressed exactly the way I told you. At least as far as I can tell. I assume, other than these pants, there is no fabric between me and this.” She ran a fingernail, lightly, up the shaft of my dick through my pants, causing me to inhale loudly. I nodded, because I could not speak.
She giggled. She knew that, in my state, it would not be easy to hide my erection, even if I’d been allowed to wear underwear. On the ferry and train to her dorm, I had made every effort to conceal it, though I’m not sure how good a job I did. We were in her bedroom, though, so I no longer needed to worry.
“Brought everything?” she asked.
“Yes.” She went to inspect my bag, which contained a set of restraints, edible heating massage oil, and body chocolate and honey.
“Well done,” she said, before coming back to face me.
She was so, so sexy, her innocent-looking green eyes concealing the cruelty of an expert mistress. I had never seen this side of her before. Out of instinct, I moved to touch her face and kiss her. I wasn’t trying to disobey; it was only that, until today, this would have been my natural reaction to what she was doing. My body was acting for me, because I wasn’t really capable of thinking. I was quickly corrected.
She grabbed my wrists, then gracefully spun behind my back to hold them at the small of my back. Then she whispered in my ear, in a tone of voice that made my blood shiver, “Behave.” My knees buckled slightly. I had learned my lesson.
She walked towards the door. “Ready to go to dinner?” she asked.
I looked at her in shock and fear, over my shoulder, afraid to move. “We’re going out!?” I asked.
“Of course,” she said. “I want to … show you off.”
Oh God, show me off? What could she mean? I hated not knowing. And … loved it. But I prayed to God that she wasn’t going to do something insane. Still, I had learned not to protest, and followed her towards the door.
When I got there, she wrapped her arms around my head and pulled me in close, as if to kiss me. Naturally, I lunged towards her, but she pulled away, giggling at my desperation for just that little bit of intimacy, that kiss that she was not going to give. She was going to tease the hell out of me. Then I followed her out of the door.
We went downstairs and to the subway, and it was too crowded for us to get a seat. In fact, with it being around rush hour, it was downright packed. I knew she was going to use this as an excuse to do terrible things. Of course, given that she planned to “show me off,” I had wondered if she needed an excuse, but she’d take it. She of course stood very close to me, her back to my front, and gently rubbed her butt against my crotch the whole time. I did everything I could not to draw attention to myself, and tried not to breathe to heavily, but anybody who looked my way would see me sweating and swallowing. I kept looking around, praying nobody looked our direction. I thought, for a second, that a woman caught sight of me, looking confused, until Erica winked at her, and then she looked back at me with a knowing smirk. It could have all been my imagination, though. Everything was a bit fuzzy.
We arrived at our stop, and she led me by the hand off the platform and to a nearby restaurant. I wouldn’t have called the place fancy, but it was probably fancier than places we normally ate. Candles on the tables; long, cream-colored tablecloths; waiters with ties; and so on. She told the host we had a reservation under “Erica,” and we were led to our table.
We were near the center of the room we were in. I couldn’t help but wonder if she had planned this for us. What better place to “show me off”? It could have been a coincidence, but then, it seemed more and more like she had plotted everything. Like I said, I had never seen this side of her, but I was pretty sure she was manipulating the situation brilliantly. I thanked God that the room was “romantically lit” — in other words, pretty much just candles. And I prayed the light background music would be enough to drown me out. Probably not, though.
Our waitress brought us our menus and told us what the specials were. Then she asked if we wanted anything to drink.
“Can we get a bottle of champagne?” Erica asked as she placed her hand lightly on my knee. “We’re celebrating.”
“Oh!” Our waitress responded. “Celebrating what?”
“The culmination of a three-day project.” I looked at her in shock. How much was she going to reveal. Please, I thought, please don’t say more. Thankfully, the waitress walked away before the conversation could continue.
I began to look at my menu. It allowed me to calm my mind a little, thinking about food. That is until, she leaned in to whisper in my ear, “Try not to get hard.” Then, with a single smooth move, she unzipped my fly.
How could I stay soft? Especially now that she was biting my ear. She was out of her mind and I loved and hated it. Under the tablecloth, my cock was sticking right out of my pants, and it was pulsing in anxiety. I bit my lip; I didn’t know how long I could keep myself quiet. Then, she touched me, just a quick brush. I couldn’t help it — I moaned. Thank God, nobody looked, as well as I could tell.
She took her hands away when our waitress returned. “Are you ready to order?” she asked.
“We are,” Erica responded. We hadn’t looked at the menu for a second, but we weren’t really here for the food. “I’ll have the chicken alfredo,” she said.
“And you, sir?”
“I’ll have the eggplant roOOOooollatini, please.” Yes, she had grabbed me fully as soon as I tried to order. She giggled.
“Are you all right?” the waitress asked.
“Yes,” I barely got out, “yes, fine.”
“Well, all right,” she said, walking away. “Your meal will be right out.”
When she was gone, Erica said to me, “Do you think she knows?”
“I think you made sure of that.”
She laughed. “Oh, boy, you have a long night ahead of you.” Then she leaned in close, stroked me again, and whispered, “Put yourself away and meet me in the bathroom in exactly four minutes.” Then she got up and walked away.
I took a deep breath and tried to calm down a bit. I put my dick away and zipped up. I could not begin to guess what she had planned for me in the bathroom, but this was beyond what I ever expected of her. She was incredibly sexual, and kinky, but I had never expected this when I made the bet. My hands were shaking. My whole body had goosebumps. It was the physical excitement, yes, but more than that, it was psychological. I felt so vulnerable. I loved being unable to control myself. I loved being “shown off” (assuming it wasn’t about to get worse). I love knowing just how much she could use me. But if I didn’t settle down, there was no way I would last the rest of the night without cumming. I grabbed the tablecloth and took slow, deep breaths. My hands settled, although my erection had no hopes of going away.
Oh fuck. She said “exactly four minutes” and I hadn’t looked at the time on my phone. It had to have been four minutes, right? I got up and walked to the bathroom. Thankfully, they were individual, unisex rooms, so I didn’t have to walk into the women’s room.
When I opened the door, she was standing there, hands on her hips, tapping her foot. She looked at her phone. “Five minutes and 27 seconds,” she said sternly.
“I … I’m sorry, I didn’t know what time it-”
“Shut up,” she said. I closed my mouth. “I was planning on giving you a chance to taste me,” she said, “until you disobeyed. If you’re not going to follow the rules, then there really is no chance you’re going to get to cum tonight.”
“Oh God,” I said, “I’m sorry!” I trembled at the idea of having to wait longer than I had to.
“We’ll just see what else happens tonight. In the meantime, I’m just going to have to do this myself.” And with that, she slipped off her panties and sat down. Oh God, she wasn’t going to …
Yes, she reached down and began touching herself, slowly running her fingers over her pussy. She was always loud and was not about to silence herself because of where she was. She started moaning, loudly. Then she slipped two fingers into herself. I could barely stand up. My knees shook. I whimpered. She got louder and louder, closer and closer. And then, she orgasmed, as loudly as ever. I grit my teeth, and she opened her eyes and looked at me. She smiled evilly, then stood up and walked to me.
“Clean my fingers,” she said, and I licked them off hungrily. I grabbed her wrist and took her fingers all the way into my mouth, anxiously, thrilled to just be able to touch her.
“Good boy,” she said. “Just remember, you could have been the one to do that if you were obedient. But I think you’ve earned a kiss.” And she leaned into me and kissed me. I moaned as our tongues danced together in each other’s mouths, the taste of her juices in my mouth, her scent in the air, the energy of three days of frustration and agony pouring into that kiss. Until she pulled away.
She walked out and I followed her. Our food was waiting at our table. I was starving, but too shaky to eat. I took a few bites while she gobbled hungrily, occasionally looking me right in the eye as she bit the handle of her fork suggestively. Anything to keep me on edge. But she had stopped touching me, and that gave me a chance to relax, if only a little.
After some time, our waitress came back. I had managed to eat maybe half of my dinner. She asked if I wanted it wrapped up, and I said I didn’t need it. We asked for the check, which was quickly brought to us. We paid and left.
The subway was less crowded, but, well, Erica was not one to let that stop her. She sat down next to me and rubbed my leg. It would have been innocent if it had not been for my state of unbearable arousal. Anyone who decided to look would know she was not just being friendly. My bulge was obvious.
We got back to her dorm. I prayed, prayed she was done taking me out. We got back to her room, and I assumed she wanted the same thing — I went and stood in the center of the room. She came around and sat in front of me, again crossing her legs and smirking. I looked at her incredible body.
“Good boy, remembering instructions. How do you feel?”
“I can’t even describe it.”
“Try.”
I took a deep breath. “I’ve never felt this vulnerable before and I love it. I love not knowing what’s going to happen next, being so on edge. I love giving up my body for your pleasure.”
She laughed. “Good,” she said, “but remember, it isn’t your body. It’s my body. I won it. I own it until midnight. Isn’t that correct?”
“Yes.”
“Very good. Now I want to see it.”
“What?”
“Strip.”
Unhesitatingly, I began shaking off my jacket.
“No,” she said. “Slowly. Slooooowly.”
And I obeyed. Taking deep breaths, I slowly pulled one arm, then other, out of my jacket, and let it fall. Then I moved my hands to my tie and undid the knot. Then, one by one, taking my sweet time, I undid the buttons on my shirt.
“Very nice,” she said. “Just like that.”
I undid my cuff buttons one at a time, then slipped my sleeves off, letting my shirt and tie fall where my jacket was. Then I reached for my belt and slipped the end of it through the buckle. Then I pulled it open. I undid the button on the fly, then slowly — agonizingly slowly — I unzipped it. Finally, I let my pants drop, and stepped out of them.
“Oh my,” she said. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this hard.” I didn’t think I had ever been that hard. I loved the feeling of being exposed before her, hoping against hope for a little mercy. “God, you are already leaking some precum.” How could I not?
“Now, lie on your back. I don’t think my show is over.” I breathed in heavily and my eyes grew to the size of frisbees. How could I do what I knew she was expecting? There was no way I could hold it in! But, obediently, I did as I was told. I lay back and waited for her to prompt me.
“You may start, slowly,” she said. Naked, exposed, as she sat there fully and elegantly clothed, I reached down and grabbed myself. Well, not really grabbed. Just my fingertips, because it was pretty much all I could handle. I took a good five seconds or so for every stroke, and still I couldn’t help but moan every time. I was throbbing, aching, I could have exploded at any time on a moment’s notice.
“Speed up a little,” she said, and I did. The arousal made my head swim, and I wasn’t moaning anymore; I was grunting. My legs were shaking. If I wanted to, and was allowed, I could have gotten myself off in less than a second.
“Speed up.” Ohhhh God, how could I? But I did. I was virtually screaming. The cum was filling my balls, and I could actually feel it trying to get out.
“Can I stop? Please, please can I stop?” I said.
“No,” she answered. “Faster.”
I sped up and held it the best I could. I was not about to disobey now but I didn’t know what I could do! I was literally rolling around on the floor. My free arm was thrashing. “Baby, please!” I begged. “I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it! Let me stop, please, please, can I stop?!”
“No.”
The calmness with which she said the word made my frustration ten times worse. My back was arching and I continued to beg and whimper. I don’t know how long it was, but finally, she relented. “Stop,” she said.
“Thank you,” I said between breaths as I lay panting and throbbing. “Thank you.”
“Get on your knees.” Struggling, my muscles disobedient to my will, I climbed up to kneel before her. The sight blew my mind. She had removed her dress, and was sitting there in a slinky pink teddy with black lace. Her boots were off, and her unbelievable body was all but exposed.
“Would you like a kiss?” she asked.
I could do nothing but nod.
“I liked what you did before,” she said. “Beg for it.”
“Please baby, please kiss me. I’ve been so good, please kiss me, pleasssse.” She relented, and she leaned forward and kissed me in one of the most incredibly powerful kisses I’ve ever had.
Then she pulled away. I looked up at her. The view from my knees … her body, and her tough eyes, looking down on me as I kneeled there whimpering.
She picked up the body chocolate, which she had gotten at some point and placed next to her chair. She pulled aside her hair and brushed a tiny bit on her neck. “Get this off me,” she said.
I didn’t need to be told twice. I nearly knocked her off her chair as I straightened up and hungrily licked all that chocolate off of her neck, roughly, nibbling, all the while whispering my thank yous in her ear. She sighed and moaned slightly. God, I always loved her noises, but in my current state, they blew my mind. When she was satisfied, she roughly pushed me back to my knees, then put chocolate on the other side of her neck.
“You want?”
“Yes, please.”
She just smirked.
“Please? Please!?”
“Go ahead.” I virtually leapt from my position to get my mouth all over her neck. Nibbling, sucking, enjoying every little sigh and moan as they made my cock throb. Then she pushed me back down, and stood up.
“Undress me,” she said. “Slowly.”
Trying the best I could to restrain my excitement, I slowly stood up to reach for the knot that held closed the only garment she had left on. I pulled the end of it deliberately, until it fell open. Then, taking every opportunity to touch her skin, I slipped it off of her, until it fell to the floor.
She sat back down. “Get back on your knees,” she said. I fell down anxiously. Then she grabbed my hair and slowly, slowly, slowly pulled me in between her legs. She was so gorgeous, was I finally getting a taste? I was an inch away. My nose was almost touching her clit. Then she stopped and held me there.
“Oh God no, baby, please, for God’s sake, please!”
She just giggled and held me there, then threw me backwards, onto my back. “Get up and set up the restraints on the bed.” Whimpering, unsure how much more I could handle, I stood up, got the restraint set out of my bag, and climbed the ladder to her bunk bed, then lifted the mattress and slid the back of the set underneath, allowing the straps and cuffs to extend to the bed’s four corners. “I’m ready,” I said.
She stood up, picked up my tie, and got the massage oil out of my bag before climbing the ladder to follow me. I got in the bed to let her in, and she handed me the bottle of oil. She placed my tie on her pillow. With a little maneuvering, she was lying down on her stomach. “You know what to do,” she said. “And you may lick it off after you’ve rubbed me.” My dick jumped when told I was allowed to lick her.
I poured a line of oil over her spine, then softly — well, softly as I could — I began to run my hands over her and spread the oil over her back. Then I started to rub more roughly, just as I knew she liked, and got the tension out of her muscles. I blew on her spine, from the base of it to her neck, so she would feel it warming. Then, I licked all the way up her spine, before moving on to her shoulder and neck, hungrily nibbling as I continued to rub her back. She moaned audibly, and again, my joints shook. I had trouble continuing to hold myself up. I began to grind my cock against her body.
“Stop that,” she said. And I did. “Move on to my legs.”
I poured oil on her left leg, then her right, and worked the left first. The feel of her skin, the heat being generated by what I was doing, made me continue to throb. I was so aroused it was almost painful. I licked the oil off of her left leg, and the taste drove me wild. Then the other, same thing.
She rolled over. The sight of her was the most incredible thing I had ever seen. She looked down to see me pulsating and laughed. The look of her smooth skin, her gorgeous breasts, her arms, her legs, her sweet, shaved pussy, all of it going to my head, the smell even, I could barely take it. I was ready to mount her like an animal but I restrained myself, even though I barely could.
“You want to take me, don’t you?” she asked.
“God yes.”
“No chance!” she said, and picked up the massage oil that I had placed down and handed it to me. I knew she wanted a frontal massage now. This was going to make me a gibbering mess.
I poured the oil down the center of her chest and stomach. I wanted to dive right into rubbing her breasts but I knew she preferred a slow and sensual rub, so I did what I knew was expected of me. I started on her stomach, slow and soft, waking up the nerves on her front, before I did what I really wanted to. I spread the oil onto her breasts and began rubbing them, first softly, then roughly grabbing and squeezing them, generating heavy moans from her. I was humping the air. She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me down to suck on her right breast. My hand was still on her other, and I was more than happy to let her direct me. She groaned loudly, making me shake, and then she switched me to the other breast. Then back again. She did this for several minutes, before she pulled me up and drew me into a deep, sensual kiss.
“Now my legs, bitch,” she said, pulling away.
Oh God, this was going to be unbearable. I hadn’t been given permission to eat her yet, but I was going to get right in there, close, so close I could smell it. I poured the oil on, and began at her feet and ankles, and worked my way up, stroking her calves, softly at first, then more tough. Then the other calf. I blew on it, generating the heat. I moved on, slowly, then touching her thighs, just grazing them with my fingertips at first. She rolled a little. I used my palm, still just grazing her thigh, softly, generating deep breaths and light moans. I blew, and they heated up, and then I used my tongue. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. I was so close, I was throbbing, she was moaning, I wanted to taste her so badly. God, please let me. Please, let me, I want it so bad. I kept licking, she kept sighing.
Then, she grabbed my hair and pulled me into her. I lapped at her as hungrily as I ever have, devouring her with fury, wild abandon, feeling her hands grasp and release my hair again and again as she is wont to do. I slid a finger in her as I began to suck her clit. Then another, then a third. I was finally tasting her. I was finally getting the start of the reward I had worked so hard for. But I knew how much she loved being eaten, and I kept having to come up for air and she kept pushing me right back down. I was already short of breath because of my state of unspeakable arousal. Her moans started getting louder and louder. She was getting close. I began to pump her faster. Oh God, I want to hear her cum, please let her cum, please. She got louder and louder and then exploded in a massive orgasm. The sound, the sweet sound that made my entire body quake, the feeling of her squirming under me, dear God.
I smiled and came up to smile at her, but her afterglow clearly didn’t last long. She slapped me across the face as soon as it was a foot above her crotch. She hadn’t told me to stop. Oh God have mercy, I was going to be punished again. I went right back down and kept eating her with fury. I didn’t care if I was being punished, that taste alone made the whole three days worth it. She came four times before she grabbed my hair and pulled me up. I was probably down there for an hour at least.
My face was soaked with her juices, but she hadn’t told me to wipe them off, so I didn’t. She smirked at me, taking deep breaths after her many orgasms. She smiled at me as I panted, short of breath, partly because I had barely breathed in the last hour, partly because I was desperate to get off like I had never been before.
She reached behind her head to grab my tie, and she blindfolded me. Then she put her hands on my shoulders and flipped me onto my back.
“Give me another show,” she said. “Really, really fast. Stop only if you absolutely need to. Only if one more stroke will get you over.”
Oh, God. At least she gave me an out this time, but only at the last moment. I began stroking, and it took me maybe ten seconds to get to the verge of orgasm. I had to pull back and scream and squirm, holding every drop in.
“Again.”
So I started stroking again, and maybe in four or five strokes I was on the edge again, whimpering and desperate and unable to even breathe.
“Again,” she said.
“Again.”
“Again.”
“Again.”
“Baby, no more, please, for God’s sake …”
“Again!” It had to be, maybe, my sixth time. I had lost count, but I had never throbbed like this before. “And say my name while you do it.”
I moaned, “Ericaaaa …” and that alone got me to the edge, so I pulled back and rolled and squirmed and screamed and kicked. Before I had even stopped squirming she had grabbed my wrists and began locking them in the restraints. Then my ankles. She pulled them tight. I was totally immobile.
She leaned in close to my face. I could feel her breath on my mouth. I lunged for a kiss and she pulled away. One of her favorite games. She did this for several minutes, before finally kissing me. I struggled against my restraints. That just made her laugh.
“Think you’ve been teased a lot today?” she asked.
I nodded, incapable of speaking.
She leaned down and whispered in my ear, “You don’t know what teasing is, bitch.”
My whole body shook with excitement and terror. I was so close to getting what I wanted, but I knew she was not going to make it easy on me. She kissed down my neck and stomach, and then she was at my thighs. And there she was, for so, so long. Just kissing, licking the sweetest spots of my inner thighs. Nibbling. Biting. Licking. Kissing. I wanted to grab hair and force her onto me. I didn’t care about the bet anymore. But I was all bound up. Quite literally, I struggled against them. I wanted to get out. This was not for her show, I was actually trying to escape. She loved the look of it and laughed at me. I screamed and groaned. She just kept in on my thighs. “You’re killing me! Please, baby, please!” The begging, again, was not for show. I was literally begging for mercy.
“You’re balls are actually blue,” she smirked. “I didn’t think that actually happened.”
“Dammit, SUCK ME, please! God, please!”
She just laughed at my agony and kept teasing. I had never experienced this much sexual frustration before.
Then she slid her tongue up the underside of my cock, just once. I jolted with excitement. I probably could have cum from that lick alone, if she’d let me. And then, she went right back to teasing. Several minutes later, she gave me one lick again, and then back to teasing.
I had no sense of time, but if she had been teasing me like that for less than two hours, I’d have been surprised.
Then, without the slightest warning, she swallowed me whole and began to suck away. I could have exploded in her mouth without a second thought. Not just because of my arousal, but also because of her expertise. Holding it in as she sucked me was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. If they didn’t hear my screams in the next room, they had their ears plugged.
The blow job was short lived; I think she knew it couldn’t have lasted. She lifted my blindfold and undid my restraints. “I want you to be rubbing my clit with your thumb while I ride you,” she said. I think she was anxious too, because I expected her to keep teasing me, but instead, she just unceremoniously impaled herself onto me, and let out a moan to rival mine. Again, I had to focus to hold it in, even though rubbing her clit took focus away. I actually felt the cum at the edge of my dick several times. She read my face, though, and slowed down every time I was getting close. She continued to ride me like an animal, slowing down only to enhance my misery. She got off on my agony more than I ever imagined she would.
Some 20 or 30 minutes into the penetration, I heard a sound. I stopped for a second. My phone was ringing. No, it wasn’t a phone call. It was the alarm I had set.
It was midnight.
That was it. I grabbed her by the upper arms and flipped her down, forcefully, then spread her legs with my knees and slammed into her as hard as I could. One pump, then a few more for good measure, and I was bursting in the most powerful orgasm of my entire life. I couldn’t even see because my eyes were clouding over. It was so powerful it actually made my head hurt.
Finally. Finally released. I took a few deep breaths and rolled off of her.
For several minutes we both lay there wordless. I pulled her close to me. “I love you, baby,” I said.
“I love you too,” she answered. “And that was amazing. Did you have fun?”
“Yeah,” I breathed out. “I mean, no. But yeah.”
She giggled. She knew what I meant.
“It was incredible for me, too,” she said. “But you know …”
“What?”
“I’m curious about that side of the coin. Next time,” she said, grinning, “I’m going to lose the video game on purpose.”