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Still blinded from the piss in his face, she helped Derrick to his feet. Pulling the rope around his balls, she led him into his bathroom and helped him step over the lip of bathtub. Turning on the water, she left him behind the plastic shower curtain. He showered, dried himself, and found her sitting in the dining room back in her clothes. Calling him over, she undid the rope around his balls, pointing out how even wet, her knot was easy to untie. "You did a good job," she told him, holding his hips. "This is your reward." Caressing his shaved balls, she sucked his cock, giving him the best blow job he could remember. He warned her before he came, in case she didn't like to swallow. Some women were funny about that, but she didn't stop. But after he came, she stood, pulling his face to hers, and kissed him deeply. As they kissed, she pushed his orgasm from her mouth to his.
After she left, he got dressed and rented a carpet cleaner. The requirement to be naked as often as possible was easier than trying to be constantly hard. But after their afternoon together, he found both things easy. Picturing his Terri naked thrilled him. His sense of ownership would soon get him in trouble.
"Who am I?" Terri asked him when she arrived at work. It was the second time she asked the question.
"My Mistress," he replied again, though doubt crept into him.
"Assume the position," she demanded. Dropping his pants, he bent over, exposing his bare ass to her. She used one of the store's spatulas again. After turning both cheeks pink, she asked him again. "Who am I?"
"Terri Marie Sanders?" he offered.
"Fuck, you're a stupid bitch," she said, smacking him again. Terri had a system for spanking his ass. She alternated cheeks and locations, producing an even, stinging sensation from the top of his thighs to the bottom of his back. Her first series of swats had stung. The second series set his ass on fire. "Here's your hint. You were closer the first time. Now tell me, who am I?"
"Mistress Terri?" he tried.
"Dammit, you were so close!" she said and struck him several more times on each cheek. "Who am I?"
"Mistress, please," he begged. "I don't know."
"No, you do know," she said, tossing the spatula in the sink. "You just said it. I am Mistress. I am NOT your Mistress. I am Mistress to whomever I please. Mistress and only Mistress, do you understand me?"
"Yes Mistress," he said.
Terri slapped his face. "Stand up. Let me look at you. Are you hard?"
Derrick straightened up, afraid. He had been hard. He was hard when she arrived to work, but during the brutality of her spanking, his erection had faded. His cock wanted to be hard, but his body found it difficult to sort out the mixed messages of a sore ass. His cock stood out straight from his body in that half mast position between a full erection and being too soft to be of use.
She looked down at his cock. "What if I wanted to fuck right now? Could you fuck me with that?"
"Yes Mistress," he assured her, the idea sorting out the confusion in his brain. His cock grew stiffer.
"Do you want an orgasm?"
"Your will, Mistress." Derrick refused to fall into her traps.
"Yes, my will," she agreed, digging insider her purse for her cell phone. She tapped through a couple screens. "If I wish it, will you give yourself an orgasm right now?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Then you have sixty seconds to do so," she said, tapping on her phone and showing him the timer. Derrick worked his cock fast and hard, straining to move to an orgasm in the required time. It didn't happen. "Oh, so sorry," Terri said, smirking. "Better luck next time." Picking up the spatula, she delivered six more swats before
allowing him to dress.
Next time happened an hour later. "Are you still hard for me?" she asked when he finished ringing up elderly lady and her husband.
"Yes Mistress," he reported, stepping around the counter so she could see the lump inside his pants.
"Sixty seconds," she told him, pulling her phone from her pocket and starting the timer. Derrick darted into the backroom, pulling open his pants, and tried jerking off for her. When he couldn't produce an orgasm in the allotted time, she waved her finger in a circle, indicating that he should turn around. Six more swats brought back the heat, burn, and sting on his beleaguered ass. "Go again," she said, restarting the clock. He received six more swats for failing.
Determined to win her game, Derrick did everything he could to keep himself on the edge of an orgasm. He rubbed the front of his pants, keeping himself hard and needful. If there were customers, he rub against the counter, in hopes of keeping his edge. But he made the mistake of complacent when Terri took one of her unannounced breaks. After waiting on a couple customers, his mind drifted. When Terri came back to the store, she checked the front of the house, pulled out her phone, and said, "Sixty seconds." While he tried, it wasn't worth the effort. He accepted his beating and learned his lesson; to be ready, stay ready!
He finished the work day without receiving another beating or another sixty second challenge. He felt on edge, his swollen, needful cock aching more than ass did after one of her spankings. Before she left, Terri caressed the lump in the front of his pants. "Poor baby. You look ready to burst." Up on tip-toes, she planted a kiss on his lips and left. Before closing the door, she added, "Remember, no orgasms without permission."
Terri had the next day off. Working the store with one of his other team members, Derrick wore an apron to hide his hard-on. He didn't mean to be hard. He didn't try to get hard. But his need was too great. Simple things set his imagination racing. He sent his help home early and closed the store alone. Feeling better control, he worked out before heading to the house. When he got home, he saw Terri's supplies sitting on his dining room table and had two reactions. His cock grew hard as he stripped off his clothes and he felt lonely. Dammit, had she crawled beneath his skin that quickly? He spent a restless evening in front of the TV wishing she would call or stop by. She didn't. He worried he was being punished. He worried she had lost interest. He thought about calling or texting her and decided he shouldn't. Sitting naked on his couch, his cock stayed hard. In a lonely funk, he went to bed at eleven.
Friday morning, Terri arrived at work two minutes before open. "Hi Mr. Mac," she beamed, as full of sunshine as ever.
"Good morning, Mistress," he said, glad his prick was hard for her.
