It is going to be a long week for you. I inform you that there will be a surprise, come the weekend, but up until that time, you are not permitted to cum, regardless of what I do to you. My intention is to keep you on edge for the entire week leading up to the weekend, continuously fingering you, grinding on your big fat clit, pulling on your nipples, and even sliding my cock inside of you. I also plan to have you suck my cock during that entire time, but you won't be allowed to cum, and nor will I.
Each time, as you approach orgasm, I stop short, just prior to you cumming. I smile at you while you struggle. I watch you squirm and push your hips up trying to get the relief that is not going to be forthcoming. As the days progress, you became more and more desperate for release. You continually beg me to get you off or at the very least, let me watch you finger yourself to one "little" one, just to take the edge off (no pun intended). Each night in bed, you beg, progressively getting more desperate, with you eventually becoming clearly agitated and irritable with not being permitted to cum. I know that the weekend is coming, and for what I have planned, I want you completely ready.
In case you have any ideas about cheating while I am at work, I am quick to remind you about the last time that you purposely disobeyed specific instructions and what the repercussions were. Your face becomes very serious, remembering back to that instance as it's quite memorable, but not necessarily in a good way. The last time that you tested me to see how "serious" I was, there were severe consequences.
I come home early one day to find you furiously fucking yourself, sitting on a towel that was absolutely soaking wet with your squirt. You don't even notice me standing there for several minutes, while I watch you cum several times in a row, making the nastiest noises one can imagine. I sometimes wonder what the neighbors must think. After about four to five minutes, you finally come out of your trance and notice me standing there. You immediately begin to apologize, telling me, "It's not what it looks like; you have it all wrong."
I calmly tell you, "Get on the floor with your face down and put your tight little ass up in the air for me." I take my tie off and sharply demand, "Put your hands behind your back." You do so without hesitating as I use my tie to bind your hands tightly behind you. I grab another tie to use as a blindfold and yet another to tie around your open mouth to gag you, knotting it at the back of your head.
At this point, you're clearly wondering, what's going to happen. You're thinking that maybe I'll just push my cock into you and give you a good hard pounding, but I have another, better idea. I take the tiny piece of fabric that you call a pair of panties, and I roughly push them into your cunt. I then take the soaking wet towel that you drenched with your squirt, and carefully wring it out all over your back, ass and hair as you twitch and shiver, trying your best to control your reaction.
I slowly unlatch my belt and slither it out of my suit pants. You can obviously hear the rattling of the belt buckle and you begin to moan, thinking I'm going to slide my pants down to push my big cock into you, all the way in one stroke. Then you wonder to yourself, "Maybe he's going to push it in my ass?" I don't end up unzipping or removing my pants though. I create a loop with the leather of my belt and wind up. With the accuracy of a tennis player, I connect on your wide-open ass with the smooth hard leather. The slapping sound reverberates throughout the entire house as you scream out at the top of your lungs, somewhat muffled by the silk tie that's mounted across your mouth like the reigns on a horse.
I calmly tell you that each time you scream out like that, another welt will be added to the end. The punishment will be thirty strikes and you are expected to count them for me, one by one, and thank me out loud for each. You sound so pathetic, counting and thanking me with the gag in your mouth, saliva drooling down your chin, dripping to the floor. By the end of it, there is a puddle of spit on the floor that has dripped from your mouth.