My ankles are tied as far apart as they will go. A wide belt holds my hips tightly to the frame to which I am tied. My left wrist is secured above my head and off the the side, stretching my arm. My right wrist has a leather cuff on it, but remains free for the moment.

You sit in a large, comfortable chair, facing me.

"I want to watch you masturbate, pet."

You see my cheeks flush pink, knowing that I find this deeply embarrassing.

I begin by teasing the underside of my cock, near the head, gently rubbing my finger along it, pausing over a small, very sensative spot, just below the tip. I moan loudly.

I hear you giggle and I am snapped back to the moment.

"Tell me how you are feeling," you say quietly.

"Ashamed," I confess, "like you are watching me."

"Oh, I am, pet," you say playfully, "and I find your blushing adorable."

I continue rubbing, now slightly faster.

I start to squirm, roll my head, and breathe harder. My heart beats faster.

I look at you for approval and you smile and laugh a bit.

You walk beside me and place your hand on my stomach, pressing gently.

"Cum for me," you whisper in my ear.

I stroke frantically, feeling the orgasm start to rise. I twist and feel myself start to contract.

Suddenly, my hand is pulled back sharply and quickly cuffed far above my head, stretching me out completely.

I shake and twist in my bonds, but they hold.

My cock bobs and twitches desperate for relief.

"Please help me, Mistress," I beg.

You raise a long feather and smile wickedly. Gently you trace it over every inch of my thighs, stomach and crotch, carefully missing my cock. I buck and squirm, trying to touch it, but the belt holds me tightly in place.

You stop, kiss me on the lips and reach under your skirt.

You slide your panties off and I can see they are damp. You wad them up, with the crotch panel exposed and tell me to open up.

I open my mouth wide and you stuff your panties into my mouth, filling it with your musky sweetness.

You take a wide strip of packing tape and seal my lips shut over it.

You turn off the light and whisper in my ear, "I'll be back in a half hour, and we'll do this all over again." You run your finger along the underside of my throbbing cock, pausng ever-so-briefly at the spot just below the head.

"Something to think about," you whisper as you leave the room.

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