Simon stood naked in Sarah's bedroom, awaiting, he hoped, a handjob as a reward for drafting a new and undated letter of resignation. His cage was still locked in place and his penis was becoming impatient as he watched Sarah reach into the drawer of her bedside cabinet. Was this where she hid his key, he wondered? No! His stomach dropped as he saw she had withdrawn a pair of handcuffs. "Lie on your back on the bed," she instructed. "Arms stretched above you."
Feeling he had no choice if he was to get any relief, he did as he was told and soon felt the cold steel of the cuffs securing his wrists to the vertical bars of the metal headboard. An involuntary tug told him that these were not toy handcuffs and he was not going to escape them. He watched, anxiously, as she pulled something else out of the drawer. It was a blindfold, which she tied around his eyes, completely obscuring his vision.
"Over the next year, you'll not be seeing your erections, Simone, so you'd best get used to being blindfolded."
There was a delay of a couple of minutes and Simon wasn't aware of what was happening. And then he felt her fiddling with the lock of his device. He winced as she snatched it free--his partially engorged penis had dumbly welded itself to the bars and, in its stupidity, didn't intend to let go easily. Almost instantly, as it was freed, it stood fully to attention and ready for action. Simon waited, keen to discover what Sarah would do next and hoping that she had not tricked him.
Then, to his utter amazement, he became aware that she was sucking him! Her lips had closed on his erect member and her tongue was gently licking its sensitive glans, tantalising the many nerve endings that resided there. Oh my god! He had not expected this but it was heavenly. He couldn't help but move his hips, trying to thrust his organ deeper into her mouth to increase the sensations that were rippling through him. Sarah resisted these manoeuvres, teasing him by withdrawing her lips as he pushed upwards. She was going to play this her way.
For several minutes, she used her lips and tongue to caress him, and he was becoming more wild in response, desperate for her to finish him off. Sometimes her tongue attempted to push into his urethra, while the rest of the time it toyed with his glans, driving him crazy. She knew what she was doing and always made sure never to approach the point of no return. Rather than relieving his frustrations, all she was doing, so far, was adding to them.
"Please, Miss, keep going," he moaned, but in response, she withdrew, and his organ was left wet with her saliva, wagging in desperation but receiving no stimulus. "Please," he urged. "Please carry on, Miss!"
She waited until his appeals, and his hip thrusts, stopped and only then did she continue. Just as Pavlov's dogs had formed associations that controlled their responses, so Simon soon worked out that silence and stillness were the keys to Sarah continuing her actions. She was in full control. For several minutes, she carried on, bringing him closer to climax but always stopping short. And then, to his abject disappointment, she ceased her ministrations.
For a few seconds, he thought she was going to leave him in a state of total despair, but then, astonishingly, he felt her climbing onto the bed and straddling him, her head facing towards his feet. As she carefully lowered herself down, he realised his nose was close to her anus but, thankfully, she was clean, and all he was aware of was a pleasant scent from her vagina. Then her vulva--already drenched with her juices--was pressed firmly into his face. While she was clearly naked from the waist down, something told him she was completely undressed, and he regretted that his bound hands weren't free to explore her pert breasts.
She wriggled a little to fine-tune her position, and very soon, her pussy was encompassing his mouth. He found that she, like him, was shaved but, unlike him, she didn't have a landing strip--her genital region was completely void of hair. It was as smooth as a baby's bottom. With his nose, he was smelling her musky fragrance, and with his mouth tasting her salty, aromatic secretions. It was five years since he had last had those experiences with Sarah but the memories came flooding back. He knew what to do and his lips engaged with hers and his tongue sought out her clitoris. He presumed that unless he performed exceedingly well, and met her expectations, there was little or no chance of her resuming work on his erection.
As his mouth and tongue explored her most intimate and private quarters, so tiny twitches and murmurs from her told him when he was hitting the right spots. Memorising those areas, so he could instantly return, he then used his tongue to venture into her vagina, adding more lubrication to what was already very wet. He alternated between clitoris, labia, and vagina, all the time working her up towards what he hoped would be a frenzy of sexual excitement that she would be willing to share with him.
And, from the signals she was sending, he was having success, and she was enjoying herself. On occasions, she got carried away and started putting more weight on him, almost suffocating him--or even drowning him in her copious fluids. He was then driven mad as her fingers returned to delicately fondle his organ. Sometimes she gently stroked it with a single finger, and other times she encircled it with index finger and thumb, applying exactly the right up-and-down pressure to its shaft. He couldn't get enough of this and for the first time since being taken in by Sarah, he was thinking that perhaps a submissive lifestyle might not be so bad after all.
Each of them continued to stimulate the other as they edged towards a common climax, but it was Sarah who was always in command. There was no chance of Simon coming before she was ready and she knew how to tease him. Their interplay seemed to go on forever, but he could tell that Sarah was becoming close to reaching a crescendo. And as she inched towards that moment, so she intensified the fondling of his phallus.
Suddenly, she let out a scream, and her body convulsed, making it difficult for him to keep his lips and tongue working their magic. But he did his utmost to keep going, and a few seconds later, she rewarded him by bringing him to a tumultuous conclusion, causing his hips to heave violently up and down. He felt his jism eject explosively in a powerful stream as she continued to massage his now hypersensitised organ, draining him of the last drop of semen.
As their joint orgasm came to an end, Sarah didn't stop manipulating his penis, even as it began to shrivel. In return, Simon carried on tending to her genitalia while savouring the juices that had been squirted out at the height of her passion. Only after what seemed like an age, did she move off his face and lie beside him on the bed.
"Wow!" she gasped, struggling to get words out.
"Wow ... indeed," he replied, just as breathlessly. And he was not exaggerating, because that was one of the most powerful orgasms he had ever had. In the past, before his disgrace, he'd had penetrative sex with Sarah on many occasions, but none compared in intensity with what he had just experienced. The difference, he realised, was that this evening Sarah had called the shots, and by teasing and denying him, she had ensured that they had both rapturously climaxed together. When Sarah had hinted, on Friday evening, that she had gained experience over the past five years, she was telling the truth.
For the next couple of minutes, they lay side-by-side on the bed. He could hear her heavy breathing and smell her delightful bodily aromas. Her warm and naked body was pressed against his and her hand stroked his hairless chest. He, of course, still secured to the bars of the headboard, was unable to reciprocate other than to push his body closer to hers to increase the intimacy. For a few precious minutes, they could have been a normal couple who had enjoyed a bit of kinky sex. His recent humiliations seemed to recede, and he even began to wonder if he had dreamt them all.
"I told you I'd ... take care of you, ... if you behaved," she muttered, still out of breath.
"Thank you," he said.
"Thank you, Miss," she reminded him, bringing him back down to earth.
"Thank you, Miss," he answered.
They lay there in silence for a few more minutes before she announced, "You stay there while I have a shower." As if he had any choice in the matter! She was gone for what seemed ages, and by the time she reappeared, he knew he was erect again.
"Oh, Simone!" she admonished him. "You're not getting it again." He heard her leave the room, and she soon returned with what he discovered--painfully--was a bag of ice cubes. Quickly, his organ shrank in size and wasting no time she reattached his device and snapped the padlock shut, giving it a sharp tug to ensure it was secured.
She then removed his blindfold. It took a few seconds for him to become accustomed to the light but he saw she was fully dressed. It seemed that as well as ensuring he never caught a glimpse of his erect penis, she was also intent on making certain he only saw her fully clothed. "I hope you know that was a special treat. You weren't due for release today. Understood?"
"Yes, Miss."
"It shows you that I'm not a heartless bitch. If you're a good girl, as you were when you signed the new letter, then you may get rewarded. But if you're a naughty girl, and break the rules, then you'll be denied release and you'll be punished."