Chapter Seven (see previous chapter)

He stood waiting at his front door with almost two weeks worth of torment on his mind. It was Friday, and she had told him she would be there between 7:00 and 8:00, and expected him to be standing there ready to open the door immediately after her knock. This, along with his obedient behavior, cheerfully and promptly given would be the only chance he had at an orgasm. The only other mention had been to be prepared for dinner and a movie.

His mind wandered back to their nightly phone “conversations”.  When he had called back as instructed that first time, naked, kneeling on the towel, speaker-phone on, and lube ready, she had shocked him by being in the middle of pleasuring herself with a vibrator. In fact she made sure for him to hear the muffled buzzing while instructing him to get erect [not difficult] and stroke very slowly. After a satisfying series of moans signifying her climax, she stopped his pleasure, but had kept him on the phone to talk about her day. They exchanged the usual couple’s information and even talked a little about politics. He was still half-hard when she sweetly bid him good night and to make sure his “items” were ready to call again at 10:00 the next evening.

And so it had gone each night, never quite the same way. Sometimes she would like to talk first before teasing him, sometimes right away, a few nights not at all. Mostly in front of the couch, but she’d picked other areas of his house for him to be as well.

Sitting in a chair at the kitchen table, kneeling at the foot of his bed, laying back on the bench of his Soloflex machine in the basement. Twice having him take a more active role by describing how he would eat her pussy to a fantastic orgasm. Always making him announce to her when he was close, always stopping him before completion. Always they would talk for a awhile, music, current events, childhood memories, politics, sports, his writing, her case and career, funny stories, ideas and positions she had for training him. He felt as though he were getting to know her a little more each day, just in a very physically frustrating way.

Very frustrating! Especially when she would relate past sexual experiences. One night he had tears in his eyes, laughing so hard as she explained her first attempted blow-job of a high school boyfriend. The poor kid had gone off prematurely as she took hold of his cock and was bringing her mouth forward, a good bit of his load flying up into one of her nostrils. It took James a bit to control his breathing, which almost ceased completely as she mentioned how good she eventually became at oral sex, seeming to be one of those girls who was able to control her gag reflex easily, and deep throat even well sized cocks. She had his rapt attention as she described how as a very special treat for good behavior she might tie him down and demonstrate her technique. She was a master of teasing description and her voice seemed to envelop and seduce, taking him where ever she cared to lead.

Last night might have been the worst. She’d taken great delight in setting a scenario for the near future where he would be on his knees behind her while she was kneeling on the comfortable couch. He’d be restrained, and straining to lean forward, inching himself between her spread thighs while she encouraged him to get his tongue busy with showing her just how much he admired her ass. He nearly gone over the edge as she let him know how she was fingering her wet pussy just the way she would that night, with the added pleasure of his tongue, which she intended to make very adept at satisfying her needs. It sounded to him like a very nice orgasm, while he just knelt with his eyes closed dripping copious amounts of pre-cum onto the towel, which would need to be washed yet again.

Of course these last two weeks hadn’t been all tease, unless of course you considered being sent for a doctor’s physical fun and games. Last Wednesday morning Mrs. Burns had called to inform him of an appointment Brianna had set up for him with her family doctor. She would change the time of the appointment if necessary, but it was mandatory for this week. When he asked why Mrs. Burns had replied, “Well I’m sure it’s because Miss Shea is concerned with your well being dear.” He had no family physician of his own and it had been awhile since seeing a doctor. He went through the very through and professional process, performed by a cutely Rubenesque female physician. He’d filled out all the forms including consent for blood work to be tested for STD’s. The doctor had been sure to explain to him he would be getting the results within a week, and that his visit had already been paid for. When he questioned Brianna about this later in the evening she had been pleased at his acceptance and then let him know that she herself had an appointment tomorrow, for the same STD testing so each would know the other was healthy. “James, I’ll always be very upfront with you, and during your training period you and I will promise not to have any sexual contact except with each other,” she had said. And just how long would this training period last James wondered to her. “Six months sounds about right. Why, are you changing your mind about me already James?”

He had assured her he wasn’t, and thanked her for being solicitous of his health. “James, I am concerned with your health, both physical and mental, and again if this gets to be too much for you and you don’t want to deal with me anymore just say so.  Say Bri, I think I done with this, Ok?” He confirmed that he would.

He was startled back into the now by two sharp knocks at his door. He reacted quickly to find Brianna smiling at him holding a pizza box with a DVD on top. “Hi James,” she whisked in, handing him the pizza, and plucking the movie from on top, stopping just long enough to pull him in for a quick kiss. “I felt like staying in tonight,” then giving his ass a light tap, “Go put the pizza in the kitchen, get some plates out and I’ll be right in,” as she headed to put the movie near the entertainment center in the living room. He’d barely had time to comply when she walked into the kitchen and into his arms for a deep kiss and tight embrace. She smelled wonderful and looked great in her business skirt and heels.

Stepping back [and stirring in the groin ] James said, “Hi Miss Brianna, you look fantastic.”

“James, that’s very sweet of you to say,” twirling once to give him the full view, then with a twinkle in her eye asked, “Do you think that compliments will soften me up enough to let you come?”

“I don’t know but I’m hoping, Miss Brianna.”

“Well,” she got close to tickle his ear with her breath, “it won’t hurt your chances,” laughing as she looked into his eyes.

“You seem in a very good mood Miss Brianna.”

“I am James, it was a very good day for our team in court today. And before I forget, to keep me in this good mood, I need you to go out to my car”, handing him the keys, “and get the bag in the back seat, it has some things I’ll need tonight and tomorrow morning.”

“Morning?” he asked with a quizzical grin.

“Yes, morning. Any problems with that James?”

“None at all,” trying to keep the excitement out of his voice

“Good, go get the bag and take it up to your room. And even though your dressed so nicely [he put on a pair of khaki's and a button downed shirt ], since we’ll be staying in I prefer you to be naked. Also there are a pair of wrist cuffs in the bag, bring them down with you and put them on the couch. Quickly now James, before the pizza gets cold.”

James hurried to the car and back up to his bedroom. He decided to undress,leaving his clothes on top of a bureau in the walk in closet, before opening her bag which he left on a comfortable chair he used for reading over near the window. Pulling back the zipper he noted a hair dryer, make-up case, jeans, a T-shirt, sneakers, one of the thongs he had handwashed[had it already been 3 weeks ago?], the cuffs, a leash of some sort, and black riding crop which made him decidedly nervous. Trying not to think too much, he picked up the cuffs and headed for the kitchen table.

He dropped the cuffs on the couch and noticed Brianna sitting at the table with a plate in front of her and the pizza box opened. Still a bit embarrassed with her being fully clothed and him naked (aroused enough to be thickening slightly), he stopped short when he notice the other plate on the floor next to her.

“James, please pour me a soda, and get whatever you’d like to drink.”

He grabbed a couple of glasses, pouring a water for himself and returned to the table placing the glass in front of her and then standing, unsure of what to do with his own. She smiled cheerfully and told him to put the glass next to his plate and sit on the floor. His hesitation was enough to cause a slight frown from Brianna, spurring him into motion. He wasn’t sure how to react when she bent down to put a slice on his plate and began eating her own.

“Eat up James, so we can go in and watch the movie.”

He quickly found out eating pizza, crosslegged with your naked ass on the cold floor was not the easiest or most comfortable position in the world. James bent forward trying to keep food over his plate as she talked about her day in court and how proud she was of the two associates working the case with her. Tracy, a young second year with the firm had been particularly alert and helpful. She saw good things for the girl’s future. Brianna was also keeping an eye on James’ discomfort and halfway through his slice asked, “James, are you uncomfortable down there.”

“Yes Miss Brianna.”

“Well then why don’t we have you kneel. Good, now sitting back on your heels, legs slightly parted, a little wider now, oh that’s just right.” Then she she asked him about his day and how things were going with the book while they continued on with the meal. While he was waiting to for her to finish her piece, she noticed how the tile floor was biting into his knees.

“Still uncomfortable.”

“Pretty uncomfortable, Miss Brianna”

“Well, let’s try raising up instead of sitting back on your feet. Oh, there, that’s better for me to be able to talk with you.”

He was looking at her almost at eye level, but the weight of his body directly over his knees caused more pressure and hence more pain.. “Miss Brianna, this isn’t much better.”

“This whole eating down on the ground thing doesn’t seem to be working out too well for you James,” giving him a meaningful look, “and truthfully I would much rather have you sitting at the table with me so we could both enjoy our meal.”

She took another bite and continued to stare at him, reaching to grab his chin when he went to look away. After slowly chewing and swallowing she continued, “Do you understand the different options I have at meal times James? See, punishment does’t always have to mean a spanking of some type, there are an infinite number of ways for me to correct your behavior. I mean can you imagine a week of eating dinners in exactly the positions we’re in now, a month if you’ve done something I’m particularly displeased with.?”

“I’m begining to get the picture, Miss Brianna.”

“Oh good,” she graced him with one of those radiating smiles as she bade him to sit up in a chair and continue eating. The pizza was good ( it was from a nearby shop he often ordered from, he wondered how she had know about it), and they relaxed into the normal rhythms of dinner at home.

When she was done, Brianna told James to clean up the table while she went upstairs to get changed. “Please wait for me in front of the couch in that first kneeling position I gave you.”

James finished policing the table and kitchen and went to get in position before she arrived back down stairs. Thank God the carpeting was well padded, he thought as he knelt, looking at the the cuffs with mixture of nerves and excitment. He listened to her moving around the bedroom, heard the toilet flush and the sink run, then after a few more minutes started wonder what the heck she was doing up there for so long.

Brianna took her time in his closet, finally selecting a plain blue oxford shirt to wear along with just the black thong that was her only other piece of clothing. While rolling up the sleeves she wondered again about the incredible shower stall in the bathroom, roomy with multiple shower heads. She wondered what it would cost to duplicate it in her own house? The material from the shirt was scratching wonderfully at her nipples already excited at the thought of the man waiting patiently for her downstairs. She opted to use only one button in the middle, smiled at her reflection in the mirror and thought to herself, “Oh, you have know idea how much I’m going to enjoy you tonight boy.”

James gazed up from his position on the floor as he heard her descending the stairs, enthralled by the image of her and smiling when he realized it was one of his shirts draped on her. Her legs were terrific and he was just able to catch sight of the thong when she turned on the small landing.

Brianna looked him in the eye while crossing toward him, “I hope you don’t mind me borrowing your shirt James, it looked comfortable to lounge around in.”

“Not at all Miss Brianna, you make it look fantastic.”

“That’s so sweet James, and aren’t you just a silver-tongued devil,” she sat on the couch and reached forward to cup his cheeks and gently inched him closer to her between spread thighs. “MMM, and I’m so looking forward to training that tongue of yours so that by morning it’s changed all the way from silver to gold,” she toppled him forward slightly into a deep kiss, his hands settling on top of her thighs for balance. She plundered his mouth, sucking slightly on his bottom lip as her nails slowly raked from his shoulders to his chest. Her hands settled over his pecks and fingers began pinching his apparently sensitive nipples. With a sharp intake of breath he reached up to her forearms, but before he could push her away teeth clamped to his lip and he felt the slow shaking motion of her head. Her eyes never left him as she decreased the pressure at his chest without letting go, and she released his lip to chide him. “James, never try to stop me when I’m playing with your body.” “Understand,” with a sharper pinch to his left nipple to emphasize her point.

“I understand Miss Brianna,” he replied, willing his upper body to relax into her touch, making her smile and coo, “Good boy,” to him.

Her one hand kept up a subtle pressure at his chest while the other drifted down his belly. She turned her head to begin kissing his neck, working up to tease his ear, hand lightly encircling his rapidily expanding cock. She whispered into his ear, “Well, this part of you seems to approve of what I’m doing, doesn’t it James?”

“Yes, Miss Brianna,” caught up in his throat.

Her hand continued it’s downward path to gently heft his balls, causing a gasp of air from James. “My, my, my,…they feel so heavy and full,” as she pushed him back slightly so both hands could now tease his cock with just enough pressure to be maddening.

“Please..,” hissed out of his mouth, and then his heavy lidded eyes opened wide as she let go and sat back into the couch. Her eyes crinkled in delight as she announced, “Oh yes James, you will thoroughly please me a bit later, but why don’t we watch the movie for now.” A nod of her head indicated the remote, “Turn around and sit with your back to the couch. Scoot down just a little bit,” her long legs then draped themselves over his shoulders, her feet resting on the front of his hips,”There, that’s perfect for me…are you comfortable James?”

“Comfortable enough, considering part of me remains very tense.”

Brianna laughed and tapped lightly with a finger at his cheek, “Well you keep being a good boy and maybe I’ll massage that tension out of you. Now put the movie on.”

He used the remote to skip right to the feature presentation, hoping to get the movie over with, only to be told that she liked to watch the previews ( “I don’t get out to the movies very often James so I like to see what might be good.”). The feature turned out to be a Sandra Bullock romantic comedy that he barely managed to concentrate on as first one foot then the other would slide evilly along his cock distracting him. A quarter way in to the film Brianna decided she wanted a foot massage that eventually worked it’s way up her right calf. “James, you have marvelous hands, do the other foot and leg now.”

Twenty minutes into her second massage, “Oh, that feels heavenly,” as he kneaded the muscle at the top of her calf. Not knowing exactly what prompted him James turned his head to kiss her inner thigh. He detected the faintest smell of vanilla as she made a very satisfied little sound and slouched down lower on the couch to press her crotch right against the back of his neck, grabbing his hair and and twisting him back to her thigh just as he was turning back to the movie. His cock, which had reduced to three quarter mast while he concentrated on her muscles sprang back to attention. He continued to kiss with his lips and occasionally licking little circles with his tongue. For her part Brianna had been playing with the short fine hair the barber had recently buzzed at the back of his head, her fingers going against the grain and then smoothing the hair back down, her hips ever so softly beginning to grind against the counter pressure of his head. “James,” low and sweet, “turn off the movie, maybe we’ll catch the rest of it tomorrow, but right now your much more intresting. Stand up and face the TV with your hands resting at the top of your butt.”

James moved into position and felt her fingers trail along his right forearm, and then the cuff being attached to his wrist. He hadn’t paid too much attention to them when he had brought them downstairs only noting that they had been a shiny black material, moderately weighted with what seemed to be a thick black rubber tube between them. After she had both secured he felt her rise and fingers ride up the back of his arms to his shoulders. She leaned in to nuzzle the back of his neck and ask, “Are they comfortable, not to tight.”

“They feel fine, Miss Brianna”

“Good, good….James, I want you to try and reach around with your right hand and stroke your dick.”

He shifted his arms and even with good flexibility from stretching daily after working out and using maximum muscle force he was able to stretch the tubing just enough to to get his finger tips to his member and go up and down and three or four times before muscle fatigue set in. His hand dragged back behind him and she told him to do the same with the left, getting the same result but with only two stokes to his cock.

He stood with his head bowed, arm and shoulder muscles bulging slightly after the unexpected workout, feeling her shift in front of him. “That was very impressive James, I would have never guessed that you could even pull hard enough to reach it, and now I wonder if I loosen the band just a little how much fun it would be to watch you struggle to make youself come, first one arm till it gets tired, then the other.” She had that glint of mischief in her eye, the look he was finding to be oh so sexy even if it meant trouble coming his way.

“Do you like the cuffs? There kind of my own design, well, the rubber tubing in the middle was my idea, I had a friend make them up for me.”

“There very….restrictive, Miss Brianna.”

She gave a sharp laugh, “Apparently not as restrictive as I thought, but then you are a very strong beast, aren’t you,” as she moved in to kiss and then nip along his shoulder. Looking directly up at him now she continued, “You know in all our talks over the last couple of weeks I never asked…which hand do you use?”

“My left,” he answered, then blushed when he realized he’d never been asked or told anyone that before.

“UUhhh, so if you used your right it would kind of be like a new girlfriend,” she gigled.

Wryly amused, “I guess so, Miss Brianna.”

His amusement ended abruptly, eyes shot open and he raised immediately on his toes as her hand firmly grasped his ball sac, “Of course, you won’t dare use either of your “girlfriends” with out my express permission, isn’t that right James?” with just a hint of steel resolve in her voice.

He was just on the edge of pain and replied quickly, “Absolutely.”

She released her grip and slowly drew her index finger up along the underside of his cock which was still pleasantly hard, and then slowly used the finger to lightly keep circling the crown after lubricating it with his precum. “James, you forgot to address me properly just now,” said with a little grin, “I know you saw the crop in my bag earlier, remind me to give you one swipe to each thigh later tonight. Don’t forget or I’ll just increase the number.”

“Yes, Miss Brianna.”

“Good boy.”

A small moan stayed trapped in his chest as she gripped his cock, holding fast with no motion, “Now James, I’m going to the kitchen for a bottle of water, then back here to turn out the lights and head up to the bedroom,” she could feel his cock throb in her hand, “Oh, I see you like that idea.”

“Very much Miss Brianna.”

“While I’m doing those things your going to practice following me, behind and just to my left side. Be very careful to watch and if I signal,” patting her thigh and pointing down with her index finger, “you’ll immediately kneel close to me with your legs separated and positioned between my left foot, close enough to rest your cheek against the side of my thigh. Understand?”

“Yes Miss Brianna,” with a bit of uncertainty at this new development.

She turned and headed for the kitchen going only a few feet before stopping and signalling. James got into position, realizing that with his hands bound it was a bit harder to balance, more bumping her leg for support on the way down than he meant. She reached over to again play with the hair at the back of his neck in a lazy scratching motion, making him feel even more like a pet. “James, this is excellent posture right now, kneel back a little more on your calves,.. good. Now you need to show a little more grace on the way down, take your time, and present your cheek to my thigh like a lover’s kiss.” The shirt she was wearing crept down to just above her knees, and he used his cheek (burning in a bit of embarrassment) to move it softly against her skin.

“Mmmm, that very nice,” as she continued to toy with his hair, “When I want you to get up and follow me I’ll pinch your ear, like this,” a soft rubbing of her fingers at the back back of the ear, “and you’ll rise up with your back nice and straight, head up and eyes watching my legs.”

She signaled and waited a moment for him to rise then began forward again for 10 feet, before having him repeat the performance. “Much better James.”

“Thank you Miss Brianna.”

“Your welcome, and just so you know, when you’re in this position I don’t require you to speak, in fact unless you deem it very important don’t speak at all. You may acknowledge a compliment with a simple kiss to my leg. When I want you to talk I’ll grab your hair and have you look directly up to me and tell you to speak.”

He felt the pinch, and rose to follow her to the kitchen, kneeling again as she reached the fridge. “Excellent that time,” she smiled and enjoyed feeling the expected kiss. She opened a water and drank, offering him some and tilting the bottle to his waitng mouth. She closed the cap and started to the entry way to get the light, James rising and about to follow- when she turned and asked, “Did I signal you to get up?” I don’t think so. Back down. Don’t forget to remind me that’s two more to each thigh.” She turned out the light and left him in the dark as he heard her moving about the living room. He was starting to feel a bit foolish and annoyed when she returned in just the thong, putting those particular emotions on hold. She pinched his ear and made for the steps, his eyes not leaving her ass.

Just before ascending the steps, she stopped and signaled him down. She toyed with his hair again and told him how she really liked the feel of it in her fingers. “James, how often do you get your hair cut?”

He had to think for a moment before guessing, “Every three to four weeks.”

“I really like it this length, so let’s try for every 3 weeks from now on.”

She kept his head looking upward at her as he answered, “Yes Miss Brianna.”

“Good. Now James I have to tell you that the inside of this thong is just a wet mess, and since we’re going up to the bedroom for you to lick my pussy you may as well take it off for me down here.” She pushed his head back toward her ass and he understood to get the thong off with his teeth. Careful not to bite her he pulled it over the over those taunt globes, his nose practically sliding down her ass crack. When it was off, she started up the stairs without looking back. A couple of steps up she turned to see him still kneeling with the thong in his mouth. She rewarded him with her pleased expression and a bright smile, “James, were you waiting there for me to pinch your ear?”

The embarrassed flush had returned to his face as he nodded.

“I knew you’d learn quickly James, it’s one of the things that’s going to make it such a pleasure training you.” She continued to stare him down with that look of calm confidence as he looked back, chest risisng and falling a bit more rapidly, his cock registering his willing participation.

“Just so you know, the other signal to follow me is this, ” as she snapped her fingers, still gazing with admiration at his body she announced, “Hurry now, I’m very horny.”

(to be continued)

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