A few lengths of rope

This is a story about a young woman. You have met her before, though you didn’t know it at the time. The first time you saw her, you were too distracted by one of her friends. We’ll make up for that now by giving all her all of our attention. This young woman is dark of skin with long and silky raven-black hair. She’s wearing a dress of gold and green, complemented by large golden hoops in her ears. The dress is cut deeply and a glittering gold necklace draws the eye to her generous cleavage. It is short as well, leaving her long legs bared on this warm spring day. I could go on and on, telling you about the softness of her skin and her perfectly manicured nails, but I think you’ve got the idea. This lovely young woman’s name is Sophia. Let me tell you a little secret about Sophia, something … intimate. There is a little box on Sophia’s night stand at home. Inside this box you can find two large marble-sized balls, connected by a string. Today however, this box on her night stand is empty.
Let’s start the story when Sophia meets up with her friends for an afternoon in the city. Now, when someone was to look at Sophia as she made her way to her friend in a local shop; they might think her slow, measured walk is caused by the high heels she is wearing. We – knowing about the empty state of the box in her room however – know better. Her friend might have noticed something of course, knowing how experienced Sophia normally walks in those heels. But she seems distracted herself, absorbed in the mundane task of choosing which wooden spoon to buy of all things. Her other friend is distracted by thoughts of her own but that is another story for another time, and thus Sophia’s secret is safe.

As the afternoon progressed, the little balls Sophia ‘carried’ inside her, kept her constantly distracted yet alert at the same time. With her mind elsewhere, she had to try her best to seem supportive and interested when her friend told her about her problems in college. Later, during drinks the pressure of the balls had her on the edge of her seat. Her friend was bragging about a date with her husband, a seemingly very romantic picnic at the nearby nature reserve. The thought of the things she wanted to do if her boyfriend ever took her out into the woods, combined with her already increased state of arousal made her sweat. Ignoring her friends as they spoke of foods that were fitting for a picnic, she sent a quick text to her boyfriend.
“We’re at the bar. I can’t take it anymore. The restroom should be private, if I have your permission?”
Nervously she waited for a reply. Minutes passed and Sophia tried to distract herself by participating in the conversation. She knew he had read her message, he was making her wait. You might think that would make her upset. But the opposite is true, it only made her need greater. It took ten minutes before she got a reply from her boyfriend.
“No. You do not have permission. But if you really have to, you can take them out and have a fifteen-minute break.”
Now, you might be wondering, was Sophia asking her boyfriend’s permission to orgasm? And you would be right. I could even tell you it hadn’t been her own choice to open that box before she left home.

The choice was her boyfriends. His name is Erik. You might wonder what kind of man decides whether his girlfriend is allowed to cum or not. You might think Erik is some kind of control freak, but you would be wrong. In fact, it wasn’t even his idea. Erik can be perfectly described in a single word: a tease. He is the kind of guy that hides his girlfriend’s clothes when she’s in the shower just so she’d have to run around naked to find them. He’s the kind of guy that pinches her bottom when they meet in the street and she hasn’t noticed him yet. He’s the kind of guy that, when pleasuring his girlfriend, stops just before she orgasms, dragging it on and on until she begs him for it.
Sophia is the kind of girl that loves to be teased. She was the one to suggest to take her boyfriend’s control on her orgasms to the next level. Occasionally she curses herself for ever coming up with the idea, but from that moment on she was only allowed to cum with Erik’s permission. Not that she didn’t cheat of course, but when she did, somehow her orgasms no longer felt as great as they used to. With permission, they felt ten times better. Luckily, Erik wasn’t stingy and almost always granted her permission. Except of course, when he was in a teasing mood like today.
Erik knew his girlfriend well. He knew she wasn’t going to take that fifteen-minute break. She would see it as a failure and refuse to give up. He smiled broadly at the image of his girlfriend sitting with her friends, deeply aroused, her fidgeting only making matters worse. He already had a reward planned in case she managed to succeed.

Since I told you before that it was Sophia’s idea to arrange their relationship in this way, you might wrongly assume Erik had no previous interests in such kinky experiences. Erik’s fetishes however were of a similar kind and when he acquired this power over the sexual side of their relationship, he took full advantage to explore them. Let’s say he surprised Sophia with his ideas, in a good way, everything he had tried so far had set her begging for his permission.
While Sophia was out with her friends, Erik was preparing for an eventful night. The ben-wa-balls had just been a warm-up, something to make his girlfriend ready for what was to come. While she was out with friends enjoying herself, he prepared for something which was probably both their favourite kind of play. He had just finished making reservations at a local restaurant and was now studying the colourful illustrations in a small book they kept hidden in their bedroom wardrobe. They were instructions and illustrations of many different kind of knots you could make to effectively tie up a person. Erik skipped a few pages until he found photographs of the nearly naked models, tied up in rope from their shoulders to their ankles. He took his time to select one he liked and made some necessary adjustments in his head. He memorized the instructions and prepared the rope. It would be a while before Sophia returned. But when she did he would have her tied up and at his mercy to tease and torture as he pleased.

Now, I know what you are hoping for, Sophia arrives at home and we get straight to the part where she gets tied up by her boyfriend. Unfortunately, she hasn’t gotten home yet. After drinks with her friends, Sophia did not immediately return to her boyfriend. First, she went to the local supermarket, to buy this week’s groceries. The thing is, Sophia doesn’t just like to be teased. She loves it so much that she does it to herself, setting herself the challenge of walking down the isles before returning home and being freed of those little balls she carried inside her.
Right away when she arrived she called her boyfriend. She called him to ask if he needed anything from the store. But in reality, she just wanted him to know what she was doing, that he knew how she was pushing her limits. Erik didn’t mention or praise her courage of course, but just offered a few suggestions for vegetables she could buy. Later however, when she was looking at the various different prices of cucumbers, she received his text.
“Pretend I’m standing behind you right now. Fondling your breasts.”
Sophia blushed and looked around, there wasn’t anyone near. She dropped the phone in her purse and grabbed her breasts with both hands, squeezing them softly. She could almost feel the warmth of Erik’s breath in her neck, his erection pressed against her bottom. After another look to make sure no-one had seen she continued her way down the aisle. It wasn’t long before she got another text.
“Wait until you’re at the freezer station, make sure your hands are cold. Put them underneath your dress until your nipples are hard enough to notice through the fabric.”
Already having passed the freezer department, Sophia turned around and made her way back there right away. There, she pretended to be looking through the many bags of frozen vegetables until there was no-one nearby and her hands were freezing cold. She slid one down her deeply cut dress and found her already erect nipple beneath her lacy bra. She played with it for a bit while anxiously keeping a lookout for any other shoppers. As she was using her other hand on her other breast, she already got a third message from Erik.
“Show me.”
One last look around and Sophia quickly took a picture with her camera phone. Her nipples pointed and proudly present. She sent the picture to Erik. His reply was immediate.
“Good girl. You have permission when you’re done shopping and are back safely in your car.”
Sophia continued her shopping, going through the store like a whirlwind. Her nipples were throbbing, the balls inside of her a constant pressure as she waited impatiently to pay and carry her goods to the car. She made her way to the underground parking lot, placed her groceries in the trunk and dropped in the driver’s seat breathing heavily. She counted to three and looked through the windows to be sure of her privacy before she lifted her skirt. Her hand was already warm again when she slid it inside her panties. She threw her head back against the seat as her fingers slipped between her lips and immediately found her clit. She rubbed it slowly and carefully, but that didn’t help. She’d been building up to this orgasm the whole afternoon. Her fingers caressed it once, twice, three times before she let out a long moan and came to a shuddering climax.

Erik smiled as he stared at the picture his girlfriend had sent him. Her nipples pushing through visibly in her thin dress and the lacy bra beneath. He could imagine her walking through the aisles, heads turning as she passed, it would be hard to miss what was going on. Of course, no-one else would know he’d been the one to turn her on in this way. He saw her now, sitting in the car, reaching the orgasm he’d granted her, one he had guided her to oh so slowly. Soon it would be his own hands that reawakened her desires. He’d granted her this one knowing she’d be too hot to handle if he started with the ropes while she was so close to the edge. He’d make her work for the next one, just like she’d worked for this one of course. He half toyed with the idea of pushing her over the edge today, tease and pleasure her until she couldn’t take it anymore. And then, when she’d be unable to control herself, when she’d cum without his permission, that was when the real fun could start.
You might think it cruel of Erik to desire his girlfriend to fail him just so he could take advantage of it afterwards. But it wouldn’t be the first time. If Sophia always succeeded in staying in control, where was the challenge? Every time Erik managed to push her over that edge, she experienced the most earth-shattering orgasms of all and learned even more control when it was all over. If she did succeed the next time, she knew it wasn’t because Erik had gone easy on her, she would know she had earned it. She didn’t know it yet of course. But today would be one of those days where Eric pushed until she gave way.

When Sophia got home they didn’t talk about what happened. They didn’t need to, it was normal that Erik had controlled her in this way, it was how their relationship worked. There was nothing to talk about. Perhaps Sophia could’ve thanked Erik for granting permission, but that wasn’t necessary either. Erik would tell her when and how he wanted her to show such gratitude.
We know of course part of what Erik had planned and it didn’t take long before he took her up to the bedroom with him. Sophia followed him willingly. When she saw the lengths of rope, laid down in organized lines on the bed, a shiver of excitement ran through her body. “I was surprised to receive your text today.” Erik said. He didn’t need to specify which one. “I didn’t think you’d beg for my permission so quickly. It seems you’ll need some further training.”
Erik walked around her, seemingly inspecting her dress as he talked. Sophie blushed but didn’t reply. It had hardly been begging, just a single text. Erik stopped behind her and she could feel his warm breath in her neck, he stood so close to her. With one hand he took the zipper at the back of her neck and pulled it down all the way to her lower back. Sophia closed her eyes and breathed out slowly as he placed his hands on her shoulders and then slid down the dress, bearing her body with his warm hands. The upper part snagged briefly at her hips until Erik pulled it down with a sharp tug. Her bottom bounced slightly as she popped out of her dress and Erik smacked it appreciatively.
Standing half-naked in their bedroom Sophie waited for whatever Erik had planned for them. He took his time – he always did – running his hands over her bare skin before he reached for the clasp of her bra. Deftly he unhooked it and pulled the bra down her arms, freeing her breasts for his greedy hands. Erik played with them roughly, squeezing and pulling her nipples. Sophia moaned and struggled not to be overwhelmed by her arousal. She knew Erik was only getting started, she’d need to preserve her stamina.
When Erik’s hands slid down her belly into her panties, Sophia obediently spread her legs to grant him access. She only got a short teasing touch before his hands grabbed the soft fabric and pulled it down to the floor. Erik stepped back as she stood there naked, waiting. Their bedroom wasn’t large, but he managed to stroll around, eying her from every angle. He ended up right in front of her, looking into her eyes. “Did you remove them yet?” He asked.
Sophia blushed and shook her head. “No.”
Erik smiled and returned to his spot behind her. He put one hand on her lower back and pushed her softly. “Bend over.” He said. Sophia bent until her hands hit the bed. Erik’s teasing hand stroked the inside of her thighs and then found her soft, wet lips. His fingers grasped the string connected to the two little balls and pulled it softly. Sophia moaned deeply as he pulled it out slowly. “Good girl.” He told her as he handed her the balls she’d been carrying inside of her the whole day. “Go wash these and then come back here.”

Erik dropped on the bed as Sophia ran off to the bathroom. His hands were shaking. It had taken all his self-control not to straight up fuck her when she bent over in front of him like that. He used the time alone to catch his breath and organize his thoughts. He made a small mental adjustment to his plans, if he was to survive the night he’d have to demand release for himself a bit earlier, just like he’d granted her in the car before.
When Sophia returned he made her stand in the same spot. The first length of rope went around her neck and down between her breasts across her belly. Needlessly Erik arranged the two strings, making sure the back of his hands touched her breasts as he put several small knots in the rope. At her crotch he braided the rope until it was as wide as his hand, he wanted it to sit comfortably. The rest of the rope went up between her buttocks like a G-string and connected to the rope at her neck. A second length of rope was tied to the first one. Sophia obediently lifted her arms as Erik pushed them up and then ran the two strings of rope along either side of her body. He hooked them behind the rope between her breasts and then pulled back to her back where he secured them with more knots. He repeated the process several times between each knot at the front of the rope. Each stretch of rope pulled the two front strings into a diamond-shaped pattern and pulled the rope-harness tighter, the rope digging in her skin, pressing against her sex and up between her buttocks. When Erik was finished, Sophia was breathing raggedly, while she still had full freedom of movement, she felt effectively tied up.
“Turn around.” Erik said. He couldn’t help but smile at seeing how flushed with excitement his girlfriend looked. He took her hands and brought them to the front, wrist against wrist. He took a third length of rope and wrapped it around her lower arms, effectively and quickly tying her hands.
Now, I wouldn’t be surprised if you’d forgotten I mentioned Erik had made arrangements in a local restaurant. Now that I’ve reminded you, you might be wondering if Erik had forgotten as well. He hadn’t. He’d waited for just this moment to tell Sophia of his plans: “I was going take you to a nice restaurant today.” He told her with a smile. “This rope harness instead of your normal choice of underwear will be perfect to train your endurance.” His fingers traced the rope around her breasts as he spoke. “Though now that I think of it, you’ll have a hard time eating anything with your hands tied up like this. Do you want me to untie them?”

Sophia’s head was spinning. It was hard to think while she felt the rope everywhere on her body. She felt too aroused to think clearly. He wanted to take her out while she wore the rope? That wouldn’t be the first time. But why had he then tied up her hands? “Yes, please.” She said, she didn’t understand his plans, but didn’t want to go out with her hands tied together so obviously.
“Sit down.” Erik told her as he pushed her toward the bed. Sophia recognized the look in his eyes and suddenly understood. Of course, she’d have to pay a price for the freedom of her hands. She let herself drop on the bed. Erik pushed her down until she lay on her back and climbed on top of her. His hands took the rope at her wrists and tied it to the bed. Sophia was breathing deeply, now really tied up and at Erik’s mercy. Quickly Erik removed his trousers and boxers. When he straddled her again, his erection stood firmly between her breasts, pressing against her alongside the rope. His weight on her chest made it hard to breathe until he moved forward leaning with his hands against the wall. His erection was right in front of her face and with her hands tied behind her head all she could do was open her mouth to allow him inside. Tied to the bed, with Erik’s weight holding her down, she sucked his dick, he filled her mouth completely. She could feel his heartbeat against her lips, taste him on her tongue. It wasn’t long before he climaxed. She took his seed and swallowed it all.
Erik rolled off her shortly after. “Good girl.” He said to her and started untying her wrists. Sophia wanted nothing more but to stay where she was and let him fuck her. Tied up as she was, however, she knew that wasn’t going to happen. Also she was secretly looking forward to going out with the rope hidden beneath her dress.

A short time later we find Erik and Sophia ready to leave. Sophie is now wearing nothing more than a pair of shoes, her dress and the rope hidden beneath. Pressed firmly against her skin, the rope isn’t visible, but the softness of her breasts, hanging loosely in the dress’ fabric leaves no doubt that she’s not wearing a bra. The dress falls loosely around her body, the fabric so soft that whenever Erik fondles her bottom or breasts, she could just as well be wearing nothing at all. Just before they head out through the hallway he stops her. “Wait, I almost forgot.” He said, taking Sophia’s hand. “Bend over, please.” He told her and Sophia eagerly bent over with her hands on the staircase. Erik pulled something from his pocket – proof that he hadn’t forgotten at all – and flipped up Sophia’s skirt. He admired for a moment the rope between her buttocks and the braided part between her legs. Then he pulled it aside and pushed a small egg inside of her. Sophia moaned softly as Erik pulled the rope back in place where it would make sure the egg would not be lost. “Let’s go.” He said and when Sophia stood up to follow him, he let her see how he pressed the button on the remote control and let the egg vibrate inside of her.
As the evening progressed, Erik teased her non-stop. Fondling her through the thin layer of her dress, turning the vibrating egg on and off again: this while looking for a parking-spot, right when the waiter asked her what she’d like to order, or as she was about to take a sip of her wine. But instead of telling you about each and every one of these moments, lets skip right to desert.

I don’t have to tell you that Sophia was bursting with anticipation, wet to the point that threatens her dress with no panties to protect her – in fact, Erik had chosen a table in the corner of the restaurant, with a padded leather bench against the wall. This allowed Sophia to hide in the corner and pull up her dress to evade any such fluids. The leather pressed warmly against her bare skin. – she was almost visibly quivering each time Erik turned that vibrating egg on again. So when they finally finished their dinner, she was ready to head home. When the waiter came to ask if everything had been to their satisfaction and ask them if they desired desert, she was ready to decline. But Erik had other plans. Of course.
He calmly ordered ice-cream for himself as if he was in no hurry at all and did not allow her to order anything for herself. A short moment later when the dessert was brought to them he looked her straight in the eyes and turned the vibrating egg on again. Then placed both hands on the table as if signalling ‘I’m no longer holding the remote, it won’t be turned off again in a while’.
Sophia bit her lips and tried to ignore the vibrating sensation inside of her. She was warm and wet, the rope pressed her swollen clit and she couldn’t make a sound as Erik slowly scooped up the ice-cream with the single spoon and offered the scoop to her. Blushing she opened her mouth to let him feed her, but before she could take a bite he pulled it back. “Hands above the table, young lady.” He said. Sophia realized she’d been pressing them on her belly and between her legs, as if the pressure could help against the all-consuming arousal. She did as she was told and accepted the first spoonful of ice-cream.
It was too much to bear. With her hands on the table, with nothing protecting her from the vibrating egg’s relentlessly purring, she was about to lose control. “Please.” She begged. “I can’t hold it much longer.”
Erik grinned, he had such an evil grin sometimes. “Not until we’ve finished dessert.” He said.
Sophia groaned and then, startled at the sound, looked around to see if anyone had heard. They’d only finished about a third of the ice-cream so far and Erik was taking all the time in the world. He had the only spoon, so there was no way she could speed up the process. “Please,” she begged as they reached the halfway point. She was now visibly fidgeting in her seat, desperately pressing her legs together. But all Erik said in return was “open up”. And when she did, he lifted another spoonful of desert to her lips. Sophia’s thoughts became heavy, she feared she would fail, she would disappoint him and cum without permission. Such a horrible, yet at the same time uncontrollably arousing feeling. She could barely hear what Erik was telling her and when he told her to open up again, she wasn’t sure whether he meant her mouth, or her legs. Her knees parted slightly then, her legs opening on their own accord. She felt a bit of fluid sliding past the rope and connecting with the leather seat. She gave up then, letting go of her control. She shook slightly as she came, biting down on the cold desert in her mouth, but barely making any sound. Being with Erik had thought her to orgasm silently and almost unnoticeably if she had to, very useful in public locations such as this.
Erik of course noticed right away. He smiled at her, an evil self-satisfied grin. “You naughty girl.” He said. “Cumming without permission and in such a public location as well. Anyone could have seen what a naughty girl you are, how you can’t control yourself.”
Sophia blushed. She knew she hadn’t had any choice in cumming. Erik had pushed her to the edge and then over. If it was anyone’s fault, it was his. But still, she felt that maybe, if she had tried harder… It didn’t matter of course; she had given him the authority and it was his right to test her like this. A test she had failed, just like he’d planned. “I’m sorry.” She said, whispering even more softly than Erik had, afraid that anyone might have heard his words.
“No more ice-cream for you, young lady.” Erik said as he put down the spoon. Sophia leaned back in her chair, catching her breath. She hadn’t even noticed when Erik had turned the egg off again. Instead she pouted as she was forced to watch him eat the rest of their dessert. As far as punishments go, this one was just plain evil.

The story doesn’t end here of course. After dinner Erik and Sophia head back home, where Sophia will get her deserved punishment for cumming without permission. But first a small note of interest. After Sophia and Erik had left the restaurant, the waiter returned to their table to clean up. What he found on the leather bench was quite the surprise: the wet imprint of Sophia’s buttocks and thighs, pressed into the leather.
Unaware of this embarrassing fact Sophia was standing in the corner of their living room with her hands on her head. She wore nothing more than the rope harness that still fitted her body perfectly. Erik sat in the sofa, looking at her, waiting. “So, how do you feel about your behaviour today?” He asked when he felt he’d made her wait long enough.”
“Sorry, Sir.” Sophia answered.
“You feel sorry? Do you think it was in anyway appropriate what you did today Sophia?” He asked.
“No, Sir.” She replied.
“Neither do I.” Erik said. “Luckily, I know the perfect way to let you feel how naughty you’ve been. Go to the bedroom and wait for me there.” Erik watched her go, her near-naked body swaying as she passed him on her way to the stairs. Erik swatted her bottom in passing. The first soft “oww” of the evening.

Sophia stood waiting for Erik in the corner. It was strange, she thought, how nearly every room in the house had a specific corner she’d wait in if Erik wanted her to. When she had given him the authority to rule her orgasms, she hadn’t ever considered discipline as part of the agreement. But that first time she had accepted it readily. It had felt only natural that if you failed to obey, you could get punished. She had come to love those punishments just as much as she loved submitting to Erik.
When Erik finally joined her in the bedroom, she readily followed him to the side of the bed. She let him tie the rope around her wrists like he had earlier today. Erik climbed on the bed and knotted the end of the rope to a small hook in the ceiling, placed discretely beside the lamp where no one would notice it. Sophia’s arms were high above her head, her feet barely touching the ground. She couldn’t step sideways as her feet wouldn’t reach the floor. Stretched out as she was, she was completely at Erik’s disposal. And still the rope pressed against her upper body and crotch. Erik let her stand for a while – oh how he loved making her wait – and went to get something from a chest on his side of the bed. Two tiny clasps connected by a heavy metal chain. Sophia moaned as he put them on her nipples, the sudden pinching pain wrecking through her body. With a grin Erik took hold of the chain and pulled on it softly. Groaning Sophia stood up on her toes, trying to follow where he pulled, but her legs were too short. Instead her breasts were pulled up by the clasps on her nipples, making her squeal softly. When Erik dropped them again she breathed out heavily, the pain did not abate however as the weight of the chain pulled at her. Once more Erik returned to his chest and this time he took out a long and thin horse-riding crop. He walked around her slowly and every time, just as he appeared out of the corner of her eyes, the crop would flick against her bottom in a loud thwack. The stinging pain sent her swinging in her ropes, but without the possibility of escape. Eric surprised her with a few swats on the back of her thighs and then a few on the inside as well. Stretched out and with her bottom stinging and tortured nipples, Sophie found it hard to breath. When Erik ran the length of the crop between her legs, pressing the hot leather end against the rope that still cupped her lips, she fought for every breath. Whatever she did tonight, she should not cum again without his permission.
Erik moved closer to her then. No longer using the crop’s leather end, but the thin and supple rod on her bottom. Each soft swish through the air was followed by a soft squeal and a swollen reddening of her flesh in a straight line parallel to the others.
“Please. I can’t take it anymore.” Sophia begged when her bottom was a collection of bright red stripes. “My arms are growing numb.”
As always, careful of their play, Erik stopped and climbed on the bed to untie the ropes. Freed from her standing position Emily still could not do anything about the pain in her bottom as long as her wrists were tied to each other. Slowly, Erik started undoing the rope harness she’d been wearing all this time. “Oh. I didn’t mean that.” Sophia said with a blush.
“I’m not doing this for you.” Erik replied. “I just want easier access to some more interesting areas.” He said it just as he pulled the braided rope from between her legs, emphasizing exactly what he meant. When the harness was gone, and only the rope around her wrists remained; Eric bent her over the back of the bed. He looped the rope loosely around the metalwork and then connected it to the metal chain that hung from her nipples. The rope wasn’t pulled taut and Sophia felt she was able to move a little; giving her arms and shoulders some rest. But if she moved too much, she would only hurt herself as the chain pulled on her breasts.
Erik did not pick up the riding crop again, but instead smacked her bottom with his bare hands. Sore from his earlier work with the riding crop and now bending over with her skin stretched across her bottom, these smacks seemed to hurt even more. Emily moaned and squealed, fighting to hold still while she was being punished, because every time she did move, the chain pulled painfully on her nipples. When Erik finally stopped, her bottom felt on fire. His hands however were between her legs, rubbing her pussy, spreading her own juices across her clit and making her moan loudly and deeply. “You’re not allowed to cum, young lady.” He warned her.
Erik made her beg then, several times, each time he drove her to the edge of an orgasm and each time she begged him to stop or begged him to give her permission to cum, he slowed down again. He never really stopped however, just slowing down to a teasing constant pressure on her clit. Five times, he pushed her like that and then he stopped completely, not allowing her to cum in the end. “No.” He told her when she begged. “You already had your orgasm, right in front of everyone at the restaurant.” He then untied her wrists and led her around the bed where he told her to lay down on her back. Sophia winced as she sat down, complaining softly at the pain in her bottom before she lay down on her back. Erik had removed all the ropes, their impressions on her skin the only sign they’d been there. He knelt on top of her again. Removing the chain on her nipples and then softly massaging her breasts. He had taken off his pants before and pressed her erection between them. Sophia looked up at him, her eyes begging him to turn her over and fuck her. She knew he wouldn’t of course. He knew the risk was too great that if he did, she might receive that orgasm he had denied her. Instead her pushed his dick between her breasts, her sensitive nipples crushed by his firm grasping hands as his hips rocked back and forth. It wasn’t long before he shot his hot, sticky sperm across her breasts, the warm fluid dripping down her neck. Shuddering from his own orgasm, he dropped down beside her. Both lay panting for a while. “I hope you learned a lesson today, young lady.” Erik said as he took some tissues and cleaned up her chest.
“Yes Sir.” Sophia replied. It hadn’t been the spanking of course, that hadn’t been nearly as bad as being denied her release…

I could end here, with both characters blissfully resting in their bed. But there is one small part, one final ending I should tell you about. It was later that night, when Erik was deeply asleep. Sophia however was unable to follow him into the land of dreams. Erik had been strict and denied her that release even after her punishment was over. She was still wet and horny when they went to bed and now he was asleep while she lay awake. He’ll never know. She told herself when her hands slipped between her thighs. It wasn’t fair of him after all, she had only given him permission to rule her orgasms with the idea that in the end he would always permit her. Not doing so wasn’t fair at all. Still, she kept as quiet as possible as she fingered herself, quickly building herself to reach the orgasm she had been denied. She didn’t make a sound, but couldn’t help herself shuddering and shaking in the bed.
“Naughty girl.” Erik said.
Sophia blushed. How had he heard? How long had he been awake? Or was he only dreaming?
“First thing tomorrow, when I’ve gotten some sleep, you’re going to the bathroom, shower and brush your teeth and then bring me your hairbrush so I can turn your bottom bright red again.”
Biting her teeth, Sophia turned on her side, her bottom still hurt from her previous spanking. “Yes, Sir.” She said.
“And maybe later we can go to the store and see if they have any chastity-belts that fit you.”