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It is one of my favourites ways to wake up. His body pressed against mine, his arms snaking around me. I moaned indulgently as his hands started to gently caress the soft skin of my breasts. I could feel my nipples immediately hardening. His fingers quickly pouncing on them – pinching and tugging and pulling – just as he knows I like. I giggled softly as spikes of arousal teased me.
“Beautifully responsive,” he sighed. “Someone feeling needy?”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathed. My mind still in a sleepy daze despite the growing desire in my body.
His hands roamed further, tracing the curve of my waist and my hips as they found their way down between my legs. He pushed my thighs apart with an air of authority and started running his palm backwards and forwards over my pussy lips. I bucked my hips, wanting to increase the stimulation.
“Greedy girl,” he chuckled. But he indulged me, nonetheless, deftly parting my pussy lips and letting his fingertips explore in between. I took a sharp intake of breath at the sweet pleasure.
I could sense him smiling at my response and he rubbed his fingers against my opening, coating them in my juices. Sliding them out, he ran them along the length of my pussy and slowly circled my clit, making it slick with my wetness. It tingled deliciously. I was hungry for more.
His fingers continued their luxurious circles and my hips started to gently rock in time. He was building my arousal perfectly – not too fast, not too slow, just at the perfect pace to lead me to a blistering climax.
“Good girl” was accompanied by two fingers pushing into my pussy, while his thumb continued to stimulate my clit. I moaned harder now, my orgasm becoming tantalising close. The combination of fingers and thumb thrusting and rubbing, driving me towards it.
Then suddenly he stopped.
Pulled his digits away.
Looked at me with a wicked glint in his eye.
Licked his fingers and thumb clean of my juices.
Smiled.
“But we must not forget that this week is a test of obedience.”
His words fully awakened me and brought the recollections of last night’s conversation flooding back to me.
I squirmed on the bed, my body desperate for the stimulation to continue.
“Stand up please.”
I pouted but did as I was instructed, hopeful that doing so would encourage him to finish what he had started.
He stepped in close behind me and adjusted my position, so I was facing the mirror, then he slipped a simple blindfold on to me, robbing me of my sight.
His hands moved around my waist, securing something around me.
My mind brightened as I pondered some restraint play, teasing me until my inevitable climax.
He reached between my legs, and I smiled in anticipation. Then I felt a length of cold metal against my pussy, cupping the shape of my lips. I felt a tightness as he pulled it into position. And then the ominous click of metal on metal – my mind knowing it was the locking of a padlock.
His hands then moved upwards, sliding my arms into a bra style harness which positioned two shaped metal plates over my breasts. He fastened the harness between my shoulder blades, my nipples securely hidden under the cool metal. Again, the ominous click of metal on metal.
And then off came the blindfold. The mirror in front of me revealing the chastity set I was enrobed it.
“Rather ravishing,” he laughed. “For your first day of obedience training I thought I would be kind. Remove the temptation of touching yourself.”
He reached between my legs once more, trying to wriggle a finger between my upper thigh and the metal cover.
“Nope, no fingers getting in there,” he confirmed.
This time he tried to pry a finger under the breast plate.
“And not in there either. All your beautiful sensitive parts are out of reach for now.”
My pussy throbbed emptily. My clit begging for attention. My nipples unable to even harden.
His voice took on a practical tone. “The metal on the chastity belt has holes if you need to pee. Anything else come and see me and I will supervise a brief removal. Otherwise, you may get dressed over it and get on with your day.”
I wanted to sob with frustration.
Planting a kiss on my lips he went to leave the room. Then, he looked back over his shoulder with one final comment. “I don’t expect to hear one work of complaint. Or it will stay on longer.”