Breaking point

Where I belong

« I don't know, I saw how you were laughing with that stupid ass and he's younger, obviously more social and fun and...I don't know, alright?! I just thought that...he'll suit you better » she laughs at that.

« You know why I were laughing? He was telling me that the moment you and I broke up he will try his chance with you. » What ?
I was so confused.

« Oh..." I mutter..

« Yes, "oh"  indeed » she mocks.

« So he was not flirting with you»

« Not at all » she laughs again.  Fuck. I feel stupid but it had to be said anyway.

Suddenly she took my chin between her fingers and lift my face.

« So ? Are we good now? » she asks playfully.

I nod a bit embarrassed. « I'm sorry » I whisper.

« Oh no you're not, but you will be soon enough » I can feel the sweet venom in her voice seductively strangles me. There is a fine line that separates me from crawling to her as soon as her feet struck the earth.

"Go upstairs, undress fully and wait on the bed, on your knees." She orders and it always like my body moves on its own. "Yes mistress." I love saying it mistress, mistress, mistress, the way that it rolls on my tongue and drool directly on her desire.

I can't fight it, each time I hear her voice or see a glimpse of her very existence I know that I will give her anything if she asks for, I'm hers, body and soul.
And now she wants the body, and oh fucking wiling I am to give it to her.

I obey and wait for her on the bed.
I know she's furious; it always felt unsettling the erection I got from waiting to get punish by this woman, my woman.
She took her time, that's part of the punition, leaving me here, vulnerable, growing impatient for what waiting next.

She eventually came, with her lazy step, just like a panther about to jump on her condemned prey. She approached and patted my head before going for the ropes. She tied my wrist to the bedframe. I was spread and dispose to her gaze.
She looked at her piece of art with this dangerous spark in her eyes that she only got in those moments.

"Breathtaking" she smiles. "Color?"
"Green."
Being shower by the desire in her eyes only amplifies my own arousal.

"So" she stars. "Look like you got yourself in some serious problems here" she says voice full of mockery. "I'm about to give you a little lesson that you will not forget that soon" she smirks at me, and my dick twitched.
She leaved for her makeup trouser and took a brush out of it.
"We are going crescendo today" her velvet tongue murmurs, the brush coming to my nipple.  "Making sure you'll fall apart nicely and slowly until I decided you learn your lesson or until I'm not furious anymore" she plays with it and the sensation is delicious, stealing a whine from me. « Is that okay for you, my love? »
"Everything you want Mistress"
"That's my good boy" she smiles. That damn smile.

She finally put a blindfold over my eyes before starting.

She was slowly torturing my nipple, making them hard and sensible. The brush travelled lazily from my chest to my belly, to the tip of my erection. The sensations were turning my skin sensible and being blind and tied only intensifies every caress that my body could get from her but suddenly the kiss of the brush disappeared from my skin.
"I come back my love" I heard her say.

I was fully at her mercy and not being able to know what was next made my excitement rise and she knew it.
She finally came back after a minute or two, which was an eternity for my body away from her.