I hear you milling around in the bathroom, surreptitiously attempting to catch a peek at my body as I shower. Smiling, I wonder if I should pull you into the shower and take you right there, or if I should leave you where you are, wanting and aching.
Taking you. I’ve never been really good at denying that urge even if I am in the midst of denying your cock any pleasure.
Suddenly, struck by a plan that allows me a bit of both options, (pleasure for me, tease and denial for you), I smile.
Pulling back the shower curtain, my eyes take in the sight of you. Conveniently, you are naked. You aren’t trying to tempt me, are you, pet?
“Go into the bedroom, open my top dresser drawer and remove my cotton gloves. Bring them to me.”
“Your cotton gloves? Why do…” Your words trail off at my look, a mixture of hunger and determination that means I will abide no questions.
Hurriedly you fetch the gloves and return, standing an arm’s reach from the shower door. “Mistress, I have your gloves.” Your excitement is obvious, as much by the hardness of your cock as in the sound of your voice.
“Put on the gloves.”
Quizzically you look at me, but this time you remember – no questions.
“Now, step in the shower, pet.”
I chuckle inwardly. The speed with which you hop in the shower clearly demonstrates there is no need to ask twice.
As the water falls over your back and shoulders, I lean forward to kiss you. Your lips are so warm and inviting. My fingertips explore your chest, teasing your nipples, sliding tantalizing down your stomach and below. In spite of your quick intake of breath, your hands remain at your sides. Good boy. You know you may not touch without my permission.
Stepping back I pour a bit of shower gel into the palm of my hand, soap up my fingers, and begin running them teasingly over my body. Those soft, sensual curves you so love to touch. A low growl escapes your lips and I smile.
“Would you like to touch me, pet?”
“Oh yes, Mistress. Please.”
The quiet intensity in your voice reveals more vulnerability than your nakedness does.
“Very well, you may touch.”
You move to remove the gloves and I hold up my hand to stop you.
“What are you doing, pet?”
“Removing the gloves so I may touch you, Mistress?”
I couldn’t help but laugh as realization dawns. “I must touch you .. while wearing these gloves, Mistress?” Your expression transitions from incredulity to dismay to… yes.. there it is.. excitement.
“Stand behind me and allow your gloved hands to caress me. That’s right.. your strong hands wrapped in all that softness feels so good. It’s a pity you’re being denied, pet. I know how much you love the touch of my soft, silky skin. You don’t mind being denied for me, do you, pet?” My soft moans of pleasure distract you, delaying your response.
“Yes, Mistress. I mean.. No, Mistress.”
Another laugh. “Well, which is it, pet? Yes or no?”
“Yes, I mind. I mean, I want to touch you. I soooo want to touch you. But no, I don’t mind because even more than I want to touch you – which is a WHOLE LOT Mistress – I want to please you.”
“Continue caressing my body, pet. There – cup my breasts and play with my nipples. Mmmmm. Oh… poor you. You love touching my nipples better than almost any other part of my body.”
You sigh softly.
“It seems to me… well… you tell me, pet. Which part of my body do you love to touch more than anything? Even more than my breasts and nipples?”
“Your pussy, Mistress.”
“Oh yes. I remember now.” I laugh. I cannot help but to enjoy the look of sheer frustration on your face. “Well, let’s see, I don’t think those gloves will feel very good against the softness between my thighs, do you, pet?”
“No, Mistress!”, you agree with so much eagerness.
“I suppose I could let you take off the gloves but… oh no. You are being denied right now… aren’t you, pet?”, I ask in a laughter-laced voice.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Well, allowing you to touch me just won’t do, will it, pet?”
“No, Mistress”. I think the tease is getting to you, pet ;)
“Go and retrieve my new dildo.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
As you turn to step out of the shower I laugh, draw you back to me, and kiss you softly. “Get down on your knees in front of me, pet. First, adjust the water so you don’t drown ;) Now. Tell me. How much do you love me?”
“More than anything, Mistress!” The look in your eyes melts my heart. I so love you as well.
“Which would you prefer? To end your period of denial a week earlier, leaving you with two more weeks of no release, or kneeling now, pleasuring me with your tongue, and extending your denial to end in a month.”
You hesitate a moment, your throbbing cock twitching as you consider the cost of your choice. Smiling, you lean forward to demonstrate your reply.
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(c) 2010 Lady Julia
Thanks to a very good boy I know for the idea of the shower mitts. See what happens when you say or do something that sparks my imagination? ;)
If this story was any hotter I would surely burn to a cinder. I imagine you wearing asbestos gloves while typing. But please, don’t let fire safety concern you at this point. (Kneels and begins begging for more.)
Arafin
Wow! What an incredible story. My Lady You are amazing.
I am in awe.
Humbly Yours,
Jason
Thank you fellas :)