@amiamiamango told me about how she had teased a coworker earlier today. “What do you think,” she had asked him. “If I were available, would you try to be with me?” Enjoying her friend’s nervous laugh as he avoided the obvious answer: of course, who wouldn’t?
I reprimanded her softly at her admission, lying together lazily in my bed. “You’re like a cat teasing its prey!” I exclaimed. I pushed her legs apart and placed my hand on her waistband as I accused her, "Teasing cat! And you're not even hungry!”
In an effort to enforce some kind of justice, I avoided slipping my hand into her pants, instead veered off-course to trail my fingers along the inside of her thigh. She whined.
“Oh, kitten?” I continued teasing her, eventually resting my hand above her pelvis to wait for her pathetic gyrations, grinding into the air below me.
“Tell me,” I whispered as she whined again. “Do you like being toyed with?” She shook her head no, at first; I frowned, and she shook her head yes, aiming to answer in a way I would approve.
I chuckled. “Good,” I whispered with a smile, pressing lightly into her clit before pulling away. “That's all, no more for you.”
I knew this was far crueler than any edge — no touching, just leaving her in anticipation of stimulation and my attention. Her brain was so broken, an edge would have been relief from her torturous need. I drew her close, embracing her and laughing as I planted soft kisses and she squirmed, horny in my arms. Eventually, it was time for her to go home.
“Come on, kitten,” I kissed her. “It’s late.”
***
Except, she didn’t go home.
As she got up to leave, a seductive look took over her expression, and she climbed atop my torso. Bringing her lips down to kiss me, she settled briefly on my lips before moving to my neck. Slowly, she licked, sucked, drew her sharp tongue along my collarbone, biting occasionally and exciting me with bursts of pleasure. I relaxed into it, deciding to allow it to build.
Her hand slipped down, falling from my cheek to trail over my chest; I arched into the soft pressure of her fingernails. She traced up and down along my arms, over my wrists, toying with my hands and lighting up my nerves with her touch. I moaned as she punctuated the pleasure with little kisses atop my cheekbones, a brief whisper of her lips on the tip of my nose. I sighed.
I felt a stirring in my abdomen, noticing my arousal beginning to burn slowly under her caresses. Suddenly, her fingers brushed past my waistband, over my crotch, and I gasped with pleasure.
She pulled back abruptly, an eyebrow raised in surprise. "Oh?" Her eyes looked clear now; her features sharp, she no longer looked cloudy and submissive, instead wearing an expression of calculated amusement. "What is it, baby?"
To my surprise, I realized that I choked on my words. What I wanted to tell her was to go down on me, to make me cum -- but I couldn't think of how to phrase it in a way that wasn't a question. "Go down on me." No, it felt... wrong.
I began to thrust, humping the air, the denim of my jeans providing just enough friction for a teasing stimulation as I wiggled my hips back and forth underneath her in silent pleas. I willed her to notice my need.
Her eyes flicked down briefly, and when her gaze rose to meet mine, I received a flash of approval. A nod, encouraging my movements. "Oh, you want something, don't you baby?" Her hand lifted to my face, cupping my cheek, and I pressed into it, looking away shyly.
I felt her fingers at my lips next, invading my mouth and prying my jaw open easily. She licked at my lips like her captive prey, speaking between licks and teasing kisses.
“I’ve been thinking,” she mused leisurely, and I began to nod in mindless agreement. “You’re just so subby in the mornings.” I continued to agree, pleasure-drunk and eager; seeing the trap closing, yet unwilling to stop its progression.
"Oh, you don't even know what I'm about to say, yet you just agree!" More nods. I felt silly, but it felt so natural. Whatever you want.
"Well, I was thinking... I should edge you." More agreement. "Before I go to work." Desperate, yearning agreement. Please. "Every morning when I come over.”
I continued nodding, but my eyes widened in surprise. Every morning? She couldn’t be serious — I couldn’t — and yet I felt my excitement growing at the thought.
“Not for long denial periods, but I could let you cum on a given day. And then, well, I'd just edge you again the next morning!" She smiled kindly, like she was promising me a gift. A wicked gift. One that I felt eager to accept.
I nodded again, and she chuckled. “So eager to please, aren’t you? Good boy." I felt my eyes roll back as her praise washed over me; she simultaneously slid her hand beneath my underwear, sending pleasure coursing from my dick to my brain.
Yet even amidst the pleasure, I felt worried about being too edged-out during the week. I finally managed to ask, “Would you let me cum every day?" She thought about it, tapping her chin thoughtfully.
"Every day?" She pondered lazily, basking in the certainty of her newly claimed power. "No. But most days, sure." She slid her fingers over the head of my cock, and my eyes involuntarily squeezed shut. I groaned in pleasure and nodded. "Good boy," she cooed. "I'll decide when I want to let you cum," she giggled in teasing reassurance.
It felt like watching a goddess, capricious and playful, deceptively powerful, yet gentle and amused. "Of course,” she added, “I’ll cum as much as I want to, however I want. You'll help me. Seems like a good deal, no?" I nodded again, broken and destined to agree to almost anything.
But I felt another hesitation rising up behind my nodding. Noticing my slight pause, she prompted me, then waited as I struggled to speak.
“What — how — wh- what…?”
I wasn’t sure how to phrase the question, and the arousal mixing with my submission wasn’t helping my foggy thoughts. "Hm... Let me help you." She stopped me with a finger to my lips.
“Ah ah. Tongue out. Good boy.”
Reaching out, she grabbed my tongue and pinched it lightly between her thumb and index finger. She moved it around lightly, watching my face go slack as I relaxed pathetically in her grip, knowing as she held me that she owned me.
“Now tell me,” she whispered.
With great effort, I tried to force out my question. I wanted to know: if she edged me every morning, then when would I get to dominate her? I still wanted to dominate her… sometime.
The idea of having to ask was already humiliating enough; my position made it even more humiliating. And yet, somehow being so owned made it easier, made it feel more right.
I mumbled incoherently on my first attempt, and she giggled. “I can’t understand a word you’re saying, baby!”
She leaned close, seductive, smoldering with the confidence of knowing she had me beat. Her eyes looking down on me, I glanced away, unable to meet her gaze. I blushed; she looked radiant, holy even; fueled by the intoxicating rush of her claim and position.
“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”
I blushed, groaned, tried fucking the air and pressing harder into my jeans. I was hers, no question, no rebuttal, her quip demonstrating the totality of her conquest.
“Huh! I guess literally, the cat did get your tongue!” She mocked me sweetly. “How silly," she breathed with feigned innocence, testing her control curiously. Her grip shifted from side to side, lolling my head and investigating her catch, observing calmly as I remained pliant in her grasp.
Finally, she released her grip. I kept my tongue extended, sensing that I should wait for her permission to close my mouth. I decided to try speaking again; this time, speaking around my tongue, I managed to ask, “When do I get to dominate you?”
I knew my question betrayed me, but I couldn’t manage to embody any authority in the decision. I knew logically that my submission was a gift -- same as hers when she submitted to me! -- yet the fact that I would more eagerly give it up was not lost on either of us.
She kissed me, licked me, toyed with my body as she pleased, demonstrating her claim. “Oh, baby… You'll get to dominate me when I want you to. Only when I let you." Her tone seemed unbothered. "It’ll be rare, though. Because you'll always give in to me, won’t you?”
I nodded as her fingers caressed my hair, holding my head in place. I felt safe and small here, and beamed into her beautiful eyes looming above me. "Oh, you should see yourself," she cooed. "I love seeing you like this." I basked in the warmth of her loving approval.
"I'm going to enjoy this," she said decisively. "Of course, I'll direct you on how I want to cum, and you, my useful, devoted pet, will make me feel so good." She smiled warmly, caressing my cheek and giving me a light boop on the tip of my nose with her finger. I melted into the gesture with a smile, silly and euphoric. "You'll be so eager, won't you?" I nodded.
“Good boy. Remember, baby -- I’ll decide.”
