His Disobedience


Part 1: His Stockings
Part 2: His Obedience

He is biting the inside of his cheek. He is fighting temptation.

His secretary is leaving soon. This is his last chance for a quickie. He is uncertain when Domina will relieve him. He stews with indecision.

He recalls the first time he requested a task.

She tells him he is not ready. She tells him he will fail. He does not believe Her. Her certainty bruises his pride.

He asserts his readiness. He has a will of iron.

She accedes. She grins at him, but this grin… this devious curve of lips and wicked glint in Her eyes is nothing like the simpering smirk that initially drew him.

There is an odd stirring in his chest: a blossoming desire to do anything for this Woman, if only She will always look upon him this way. Her expression tells the truth. She is eager to toy with him, to dominate him, to challenge him, and to use him for Her own pleasure. He is astonished by how badly he wants Her to use him, as only She can.

He rubs his thighs together, squirming at the memory. It took Her four months to let him peer this deeply into Her true nature.

The task She gives is simple. No sexual gratification for three days. When he disobeys, which She promises he will, he will be punished.

He expresses his reservations about pain. She allays his worries. She clarifies that the punishment will not involve inflicting pain. She asks him to trust Her. There is a heavy weight to the request.

He is nervous about trusting Her, but his heart is shouting that he must.

He agrees to the task with little hesitation. He agrees to the vague punishment.

He recalls his disobedience.

He is clenching his jaw, tense with need. He has not touched himself nor has he been touched in nearly two days. He is not a man accustomed to denying himself. His secretary licks her lips and he succumbs to his libido. Her plump little mouth is sucking him off in no time. She swallows all he has to give. The orgasm is weak. There is no satisfaction. For the first time in a long while, he regrets taking a partner.

He recalls his punishment the following night.

He thinks he has gotten away with cheating.

He is tied to Her bed, wrists and ankles near each corner of the mattress. His erection is painful.

She is beyond gorgeous as she crawls onto the bed. Her fingernails skirt along the flesh surrounding his groin. He arches his hips, tries to get Her to take hold of his shaft. She ignores his hints. She tells him that he is to please Her orally before She will give him his reward. She tells him to eat Her pussy as vigorously as he wants to fuck Her. She tells him She will not reward him if he holds back even the slightest.

His cock spasms. He wants to please Her, but he wants his reward more. He wants the orgasm that his secretary failed to give him.

She straddles his head, Her body facing his aching cock. He shows Her with his mouth how badly he needs his reward. It is not long until She is arched back, Her fingers dug in his hair, pulling hard at the roots. He is addicted to Her taste, to the writhing of Her body above him, to Her moans of pleasure, and to Her gasped orders.

His mouth goes numb before She finishes with him.

It takes Her a few moments to recover. She practically suffocates him as She rests. He loves it.

She climbs off him and stands by his side. It takes him a moment to notice Her stern frown. He immediately worries that he has not pleased Her enough. He will go mad if She does not give him release.

She proceeds to untie him. “You cheated,” She says. Her voice is still breathy from all his hard work. “Go home.” She points to the door. “This is your punishment.”

He is crushed. He is furious. She is adamant.

They did not speak for a week afterwards. He was the one to make first contact. She did not reject him, nor did She speak of his failure.

It has taken Her over a month to give him a second chance to obey Her. He does not know why She chose today. He does not care. He is grateful.

His secretary pops her head in.

He sends her home.

He rubs his thighs together.

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