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Setting aside two cups of yogurt, she rummaged through his kitchen drawers until she found two spoons. Pulling the top off one, she held it in front of his prick. "Jerk off," she told him. In need, Derrick began stroking his cock. She watched him, a pleased look in her eyes. "Fuck that looks hot," she said. As his orgasm neared, he aimed his cockhead at the open container of yogurt. He didn't need to be told that's where she wanted his orgasm. The force of his orgasm rippled the yogurt. "Good," she said, stirring the yogurt before handing it to him with the spoon still inside the cup. She picked up the other one from the counter. "Go ahead. Enjoy," she said, spooning her untainted yogurt in her mouth. Derrick ate his, aware that he was eating his cumshot at the same time. He felt humiliated and excited by the idea.
Terri's eyes danced across him as openly as his eyes absorbed her. "How's the yogurt?" she asked.
"Good," he said, not sure he tasted the semen.
"How long before you get hard again?"
"I don't know," he admitted. His prick had lost its firmness, but remained fat and full looking.
"I'm going to torture you until you're hard again," she said before popping another spoonful of yogurt between her lips. He wondered if she could look more casual.
"As you wish, Mistress," he replied, experiencing an odd mix of fear and excitement.
Finishing her yogurt, she found a tall glass in his cupboard and filled it with water. He noticed how she turned on the water filter before filling the glass. Handing it to him, she told him to drink up. After he tossed back the glass of water, she refilled it. "Again." It took him longer to suck down the second big glass. She filled the glass a third time. "Take your time," she said."It's not a race." He sipped the water, feeling bloated from the first two glassfuls.
Sitting at the table, she picked up the thinnest rope that was on her list. It was quarter inch nylon. Using scissors, she cut off a two foot length and then opened a pack of lighters. Carefully rolling the cut end of the rope over the flame, she fused the strands together. Derrick was fascinated. Waving him closer, she wrapped a loop of the rope around his balls. As he watched, she made a single coil, looped the cut end through the coil, around the length of the rope, and back through the coil. "It's called a bowline knot," she told him. "It's a good one for two reasons. First, because it's easy to untie. Second, once it's done, it won't tighten." She pulled the rope snug around the top of his ball sac and finished the knot. It was snug, but it didn't cut off the circulation. "See?" she asked. When she pulled on the rope, he was forced to move towards her. Doing a second bowline at opposite end of the rope, she formed a second loop. He winced when she pulled on the rope. "Perfect. Now turn around and bend over, I've been waiting to try out this bad boy."
Before he turned, Derrick saw her picking up the leather clad paddle that was on her list. Several of the things on her list required a visit to a specialty store in a shady part of town. The combination store offered tattoos, piercings, had a full line of "tobacco" accessories, and an adults' only area that featured a wide array of "marital" aids. Along with the expected assortment of vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, and lubricants; there was an entire section devoted to whips, chains, paddles, leather accessories, and other objects that filled him with dread as much as it had excited him. After a day of being teased by Terri, he had been very excited. That was where he found the rope, the paddle, and many of the other things sitting on the table.
Terri spanked him with the paddle, swatting him again and again until his backside heated up as it had yesterday. The paddle covered both cheeks, though she alternated her aim alternate between them. She giggled as she worked and when she stopped, his ass stung hot and tender. "Are you hard yet?"
"No Mistress," he reported.
She swatted him again. "Drink some water, rest, and we'll try again in a few minutes."
Standing at the table, he watched her measuring out thicker ropes. After cutting different lengths, she melted the ends before they could fray. "Rope work is such an art." She talked about web pages devoted to the practice and how she used to practice on a girlfriend. "We never fooled around, just played with rope," she explained. "She wasn't very good at tying, but was nice about letting me practice. I think she liked it."
Collecting her ropes, she dragged a chair from the table into the living room. She had Derrick lay across the seat on his chest and stomach. Working quickly with the ropes, she lashed his wrists to two legs and did the same with his knees, leaving his backside exposed to her. Kneeling in front of him, she offered him a drink from his glass of water. "Drink up," she told him, pouring the water faster than he could drink it.
Moving behind him, she pulled on the rope that still hung from his balls. Derrick was powerless to stop her from doing it. "Are you hard yet?"
"No Mistress," he said, wondering how he would get hard if she kept hurting him.
"Aw, that's so sad," she said, moving back to the table for her paddle. She gave him a couple swats, quickly bringing back the stinging pain from her earlier spanking. "How about now?"
"No Mistress," he repeated, feeling helpless.
"Maybe this will help."
Derrick felt her pushing a finger inside his exposed ass. She pushed as deep as she could go. Pulling out her finger, she did it again with a second finger. She rotated her fingers, stretching and lubing him. She replaced her fingers with a butt plug. Reach between his legs, she caressed his cock. Her fingers were still slick with lube. She rubbed him until his cock was hard again. "Much better," she said. Standing in front of him, she picked up her clothes from the couch where she had laid them. She put them on. Pausing to give him another drink of water, she patted him on the head. "Don't go anywhere," she said and he heard her leave.
Derrick didn't know how long he spent tied to the chair with the butt plug in his ass. He guessed it was half an hour, but he had no way of measuring time. He tried counting, marking off the time, and found it difficult to keep track. Counting slowly, he reached six hundred twice, but he knew he had lost his count twice when he thought she was coming back. He wasn't sure how long he had waited before he started counted. A long time, he was sure. Five minutes? Ten? His ass hurt from her spanking. His cock stay swollen. Fuck, she was pretty. Where was she? When was she coming back?
Did she really play tie-up games with her girlfriend? Which girlfriend? Did they take turns tying each other up like this?
He started counting again. When he reached three hundred, he decided that was another five minutes. He was distracted by a need to pee. Was that what the water was all about? He starting counting again, at first from three hundred one and then deciding it didn't matter. He started over at one.
Derrick's nose itched. He wiggled it as best he could. What if something had happened to her? Who would find him like this and how long would it take? He could yell, but not yet. He started counting out loud. "One. Two. Three..." He reached six hundred again. Lost in worried thoughts, he realized he wasn't hard anymore. Dammit, he can't let her find him like this. He willed his cock to grow hard again. He imagined Terri's naked body, her cute ass and perky tits. Damn, he had to pee. Her nipples were so fat and big. How did she hide them when she was at work? He laughed, imagining her walking through the frozen food section of the grocery store. Damn, that would be a show!
When he started counting again, he flexed his prick with every number. In part, because he had to pee and partly to keep himself hard. He was still working his way to one hundred when he heard his front door open. "Aw, you waited for me," she said. "Still hard I hope?"
"Yes Mistress," he said, relieved to hear her.
Terri undid the ropes. "Well stand up, shake it off, and let's get a look at you." While the ropes never impeded his circulation, it still took him a moment to get his footing. His hard cock stood up proudly. "Mm, that looks nice," she said, rubbing him. She was eating an apple. "Want some?" she asked. She rubbed the apple against his cock and balls before offering it to him for a bite. Whatever lube had been on him must have been absorbed by his cock but the symbolism wasn't lost on him. "Thirsty?" she asked, rubbing the apple on his cock before feeding him a second bite.
"No Mistress. I do need to pee."
"Bad?"
