“That’s enough,” the woman snapped and slapped his hand away.

His cock stayed hard, tall, and proud. It jerked slightly and was already dripping pre-cum. Cliff closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself. He knew if he didn’t get control she was going to be angry.

“Sorry, Mistress Shar,” he said softly.

“You’re borderline useless, you know that right?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Her words flowed over his already heated skin and cock twitched with excitement.

His eyes were still closed when he felt her firm grip and the familiar warmth of her favorite oil. She kept it in a warmer beside the bed so she was always ready for whatever popped in her head.

“I can feel you trembling against my fingers,” Mistress Shar purred. Her fingers tightened, slid slowly up, swirled around his swollen head, and then back down.

She kept her pace maddeningly slow. Gliding smoothly up, swirling the dripping tip and pulling down, mixing his warm pre-cum with the oil. His hips pushed up and his cock twitched. He felt himself on the verge of losing it, of crying out for her to please let him cum.

Cliff knew better. If he was to give in to his moment of dire need he would never have another chance with her. Shar had made it quite clear there would be no second chances on this rule.

So he suffered in silence with his eyes closed tight because if he saw her, he would blow it. In more ways than one.

The bed shifted and he opened his eyes to see her nearly bare, glistening cunt above his head. Cliff loved the way her clit peeked out from between her full lips when she was excited. It was his secret and he would never share it with her. 

Mistress Shar was an ever stoic, well-controlled Domme so that tiny glimpse of delicate pink skin was his way of knowing he turned her on too. It made him want to please her that much more. He focused on that beautiful sight as she lowered herself down to his always eager mouth.

“You know what I want, Cliff.” Shar positioned herself directly on his mouth and his tongue that was waiting to catch the first bit of sweet nectar from this overripe peach. “I expect you to do better than last time.”

He opened his mouth and sucked on her juicy lips before pushing his tongue in between them. Cliff lapped at her, licking up and down. His tongue moved against her clit and down over her ass as she rocked her hips above him.

Shar’s hand was still firmly wrapped around his hard cock, but she was no longer moving it. He knew her focus was now on riding his face. She loved this part and he would take it because his reward would be her cum dripping off his lips. Then and only then would she take him in her mouth and he would be allowed to grip her hair and fuck her as hard and as fast as he needed to. 

Such sweet give and take.

Her weight pushed down as her hips rocked faster coating his face in her juices. He knew she was close and the thought made his hips buck in anticipation. Shar’s rhythm stuttered for a second and before he could stop himself his hands touched her ass in encouragement.

She stopped moving and let go of his cock, letting it flop down and sat up. Her pussy was still on his mouth and her ass was pressed against his nose. Cliff’s tongue pushed deep inside, as far as it would go, pushing in and out ignoring the warning signs.

“Oh you are a greedy useless little man, but you are also too bad to be believed.”

Shar moved off his face and slid down to straddle his lap. She was looking at him with clear disappointment.

He was confused because she had never ended things like this before. She always came on his face and he came in her mouth. Always. “Ma’am?” His voice was so soft.

“Don’t understand?”

“No, ma’am?”

She tilted her head to the side and feigned pity followed by a short bark of laughter. “Oh Cliffie, you poor dumb animal. You broke the rules yet again. You must be punished for this.”

That is when it hit him. Earlier he had stroked his cock without permission. She had bent him over the bed and spanked him hard. Each blow pushed him harder and harder against the softness of the comforter. He had been so turned on that he almost came just from the sting of the belt and softness of the comforter surrounding his rock hard cock.

She had told him no more nonsense, but he had bucked his hips to make her hand move. Then to make it worse, he had done an ultimate no-no. You never touched her without permission. Ever. 

Cliff had a moment to think about how stupid he had been and started to issue a thousand apologies, but the look on her face shut him up.

“If you utter those words I see in your eyes you will never come back here. As it is now, you are still useful to me,” she warned and slid one finger slowly along his softening cock. It jerked with the pleasure of her touch. “But, if you say those words, then you get nothing.”

He closed his eyes and took a deep calming breath. Her scent filled and soothed him instantly. She always smelled and tasted of citrus with just a hint of cinnamon. It was a delicious blend that would always be owned by her. 

Cliff came here because he loved her strength, her words, always slightly harsh, but delivered oh so sweetly. Mistress Shar always took care of him, even in his worst punishments.  He wanted to please her; he needed to please her. His eyes opened and nodded his head, but wisely kept his mouth closed.

There was a look of pleasure on her face as Shar’s eyes locked on his. Bending forward, her breasts brushed along his thighs and her tongue pressed onto his balls. She licked up and over his head and then her warm tongue wrapped around the swollen tip, guiding it into her mouth.

Cliff gasped but didn’t move. He was afraid she would stop.

Her soft giggle vibrated against him, sending chills across his body. She suddenly sat up, letting him fall out of her mouth and slap down onto his stomach.

“You fool,” she giggled again. “You think I’m going to suck you off without cumming?”

She shifted forward and hovered over his cock. He watched as she parted her full beautiful lips and sat down on his shaft. Shar kept him snug between her lips and began to glide forward and back.

Her nails dug into his stomach and she moved her hips faster. Soft little pants filled the room as she used his length to get off.

He wanted to move, to rock with her, or to grab her, flip her over and fuck her hard until he came deep inside. Cliff knew better and he hoped that after she came she would still slip him in her mouth. It was that thought, that hope, that stopped him from cumming now because the feel of her pussy drove him crazy; so warm, so slick.

She quickly sat up on her knees and gripped his cock again, standing him straight up. Her legs slid out a little lowering her closer to him until the pink bulbous end of him pressed against her button. He throbbed at how slick they were with their combined sweetness.

Shar tightened her fingers and rubbed his dick back and forth over her clit. Back and forth, moving slightly frantic. He could tell by the hardness of her nipples and her little whimper of need that she was close.

“Bad little Cliff,” she panted. “Can’t even please his mistress.”

Her words licked across his skin with the same effect her tongue would have. He was ready to burst.

“Dirty.” Her eyes closed and her free hand gripped her breast squeezing it hard.

“Pathetic.” His breath caught at her words. They pushed him closer to the edge. 

“Bad,” she moaned the word out slowly which was in contrast to how fast she was rubbing him.

Cliff made a soft whimper of his own. He couldn’t hold back any longer, he was going to cum.

“Fuuc-” is all she managed to get out as she started to cum. Shar’s nails pressed deep into the soft flesh of her breast and she started to shake.

Her hand immediately dropped Cliff’s cock and she flopped back so she was no longer touching his cock. The hand that had just been holding him was now shoved between her legs rubbing, enjoying the moment.

His arms were still stretched out and his knuckles were white with the effort it took to behave. He watched her rub her dripping cunt, writhing above his legs.

They locked eyes and his were pleading for her to finish him off. There was a look of satisfaction, but there was no pity in her eyes. He knew then that he would not be cumming in her mouth.

She stood up and laughed as she stumbled a little on her weak legs. “Oh boy Cliff, that was good. I wasn’t sure if you were going to be able to hold out for me, but you did. Well done.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Cliff answered, his voice barely a whisper. He watched as she turned her back on him and rummaged through a drawer. She turned back, looked him up and down, grinned and pulled something out.

“Oh, I’m not sure if you’re going to thank me just yet.”

Shar went to him and stood beside the bed looking down into his eyes. He had seen that look one other time in the six months he had come to her. That was when he had forgotten himself and slid deep inside her without permission.  He had worn a cage for two days.

At that thought, Cliff felt his cock deflate and saw the glint in her eyes.

Her eyes flickered over his limp dick and laughter rolled over him as she held up the item in her hand. “Finally caught on I see.”

She was holding a shiny stainless steel ringed cock cage. It had a large ring to wrap around his balls and seven rings each slightly smaller ending in a metal cap with a small opening.

“Mistress please…”

“Please what?” There was venom in her tone, her good humor momentarily gone. “Do you not want to take your punishment?”

“I--I--I do Mistress,” he stuttered.

One perfect eyebrow rose. “Then please what?” Her hands were hovering over his flaccid penis. 

“Please punish me.” His voice was soft and remorseful.

Shar laughed loudly and fitted him with the cage. When it was locked in place she waved her hand over him and the bed. “Take care of it while I take care of myself.” She went into the attached bath to clean up while he got dressed and changed her bedding.

The cage rubbed and felt a little heavy, but not unpleasant. He knew that if he pleased her and took his punishment that she would reward him with something from his list of favorites. Perhaps this time she would even use the pink strap-on. It was the one he enjoyed the most. 

His eyes roamed over the box of toys and felt himself trying to grow in the cage. “No, not now,” he breathed out softly. 

When they were done, she kissed him gently on the cheek and opened the front door. “I’ll see you in two days, Cliff. Be a good boy until then.”

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am,” he said and walked down the sidewalk.

Cliff got gently into his car as a woman in a jeep pulled up beside him. He watched her climb out and a twinge of jealousy shot through him.

Her hair was dark and short. She looked taller than him and could probably take him in a fight.

She lowered her sunglasses and stared back at him. Cliff lowered his eyes first. ‘Oh, she’s a Domme,’ he thought confused and the feeling of jealousy grew, as did his cock. Or at least it attempted to inside it’s home for the next two days.

He would not concern himself with this woman and his Mistress. It was none of his business and Cliff had enough to worry about

Being a good boy was hard work.