Chapter 12

She was pretty excited. She had settled into her stacked-up pillows, envelope in hand and a new adventure ahead. She was tired but happy and she had decided to get ahead of his commitments for once. On the return to her cabin she had fed, bathed, snuggled, and bedded Brian.

Then she practically ripped her clothes off as she dove for her bed and went through the fastest four orgasms she could ever remember having.

She knew she would have to tell him about this on Sunday but for once she needed to cum more than she was afraid of the punishment that might follow.

Both her ass and pussy were tender now but she was relieved and ready to face her next challenge.

“Well, Little One, we can both agree that you have a long way to go before you can control your orgasms. So, I would be remiss were I not to help you in any way I can. Therefore, for this week, you may open your gift box.

She shuddered as she gently undid the wrapping. He didn’t use Scotch tape. The tape he used was easily removed allowing her to open the wrap without damage. She set the wrap off to the side and opened the box. Two little balls. She dumped them into her palm.

They had heft, not heavy, a couple of ounces? They weren’t made of steel but a soft coating. She could press a fingernail into it and they had a rose’ color. She thought she knew what they were for but returned to the letter instead.

“Yes, Ben Wa balls. They are to be inserted now and removed only once daily for cleaning until I return. You are to continue wearing the jewel I provided you with. You are to continue to edge at a minimum each morning, during movie hour, and once before bed.

For this week at least 30 minutes a session or six peaks, whichever cums first.” She saw his smile when she read that. He was having fun but she wasn’t so sure she would be.

“You are not to orgasm until I return. If you do then you are to immediately send me a text to notify me of your breach. Punishment will follow. Please behave yourself and fulfill the commitment you have accepted.

She rolled over onto her pillow and screamed!

Black was back. He arrived sometime late on Saturday night. Well after she had gone to bed at 1 a. m., the latest she had stayed up in a long time. She needed him, she wanted him, she needed to get all the crap out of her body, she needed a good hard fucking. Christ, did she need a fuck!

Finally, lunchtime arrived, she wasn’t required to make lunch on Sundays, but she quietly entered the house. She wanted to make him a nice lunch.

The Ben Wa balls rolled around inside her with every step. She was gushing. She had to wear a grandma panty just to keep the fucking things from falling out again. Going into town to buy the grandma panties had been erotically terrifying and she knew she would be punished for her failures.

She made a little noise withdrawing a frying pan in hopes he would let her know if he was awake or not. It worked as he strolled into the kitchen and he was grinning as he took his chair.

She turned to face him full-on. She wore a halter top, no bra, and her breasts swung quite freely. Her nipples were trying to tear their way through the material. She wore a red mini-skirt below. It was short and showed off her legs well enough. However, she had also decided to wear four-inch red heels that just did wonders for her calves and butt. As always, he was stricken with her natural beauty and she was his.

She had thought of the words she’d use for this moment for hours and hours. Seeing the look on his face she knew she had the right ones, “Please, Sir, may your personal slut please use your shoe?” Her left hand slowly crept to her crotch.

He was wearing a moccasin that was made by the local tribe. He used them as slippers because they were comfortable. He slid his leg out from the table with the heel on the floor and his toe in the air. He wiggled his toe asking, “And what would my little slut be willing to do if I allowed you to mess up the toe of this most comfortable and presently clean moccasin?”

She dropped to her knees about five feet in front of him. Her strength had just given out and she let out a whine, a whine of genuine, deep need. “Anything, Sir, anything you ask of me,” she meant it. At that moment she meant it with all her heart and soul.

Quietly, so she could just hear him, he directed her to remove his moccasin from his foot. She did. “Start with my large toe,” he nodded his head towards his foot. She looked at his foot and his toes were wiggling.

She understood, crawling forward the extra couple of inches, she bent over and began to slather up his toe. She made to move on to the next. He added, “Too fast, show what you can do with your mouth, lips and tongue.” He was slowly wiggling his big toe again so she went back to it immediately.

He waited a full minute, “That’s much better, Slut,” she purred. “Without stopping the footwork, you may remove one ball.”

She reached back with her right hand, parted her lips with her fingers, and began to dig in when the first ball dropped. She had to prevent the other from following, pushing it up as far as her finger would allow.

Her cunt was flooded, her juices flowing, and holding the single ball was going to be tense. He could see her thighs tighten under the effort to clamp her pussy closed.

“Edge for me, Baby,” he suggested. Her eyes popped open in disbelief and she did it. Applying her right-hand fingers to stroke up and down then across but not hard. She needed to cum so badly but knew she had to wait.

Wait until he gives her permission. Her breathing was coming faster and harder. She kept slathering his big toe, sucking on it with all her might, toying with her tongue, stroking herself higher and higher. He watched, “Drop the second ball.”

As soon as she began to open herself once more and out it plopped and threw her fingers onto the mat. She was actually mortified and was about to stop everything when he commanded, “Cum!”

And she did, right then, her fingers were on her clit and she came and came hard. Her fingers were everywhere. She shuddered and vibrated so much that she fell off her sucking job.

She ended up bent over with her head on the floor. Her body slowly recovered and she began to relax. He patted her head and asked, “So what’s for lunch?”

She had been edging the entire movie. She had wanted to show him how good she was getting so she had kept herself right on the edge longer than she ever had before without climaxing. The movie had just ended.

She was completely flushed and her entire body was glowing a darker pink. Her pussy lips were fully distended, fat and ready for action. He hadn’t touched her beyond a slight gentle petting along her shoulders and in her hair for a while during the movie but she needed, no wanted, so much more.

The credits started and Black began to stir preparing to rise from his chair when she couldn’t take it anymore. She swung in front of him on her knees and her eyes were so fucking hungry, wanting, needing. “Please ... please tell me why you won’t touch me, please.”

She couldn’t help herself anymore. She was rubbing her cunt as she implored him. He allowed sadness to enter his look as he said, “I am sorry, Little One, but you are not ready yet to service a man properly.”

She howled and tears exploded from her eyes. She reached forward to wrap her arms around his legs. Her body was wracked with sobs. He allowed her a few minutes until her sobs began to lesson then he reached down and lifted her chin with his fingers so he could be sure she heard his next words, “If you are a really good girl until report time, I will share with you why you are not ready yet, ok?”

She was calming more every half minute. She had heard his words and on absorbing them added, “And you will tell me what I need to do to learn to be ready, ok?” He laughed as he rose from the chair.

Sunday at 4 p. m. it was report time. “I want to make an adjustment to your presentation posture. Instead of placing your hands behind your head I would appreciate it more if, from now on, you held your breasts up in each hand presenting them to me throughout your report.”

He wasn’t asking her was telling her so she did it. “No, I still expect your shoulders straight back.” She pulled them back and saw he was inspecting her pussy. She didn’t even think to close her legs so she decided to clench which he and he smiled.

“Please,” he suggested encouraging her to commence her report.

She started with, “Once again, Sir, your slut is incredibly horny and needs a release before effectively reporting.” She had a sly little smile which she was trying to hide as she spoke but he noted it.

“So, you think you are pretty smart now, don’t you?” There was no hint he was teasing her. She wondered if she had gone too far. “Your role right now is to report on your experiences of the past week and to share with me your thoughts and emotions. That’s the contract between us. It is certainly not to use me whenever you want for your orgasmic pleasures!”