Punishment

Your partner caught you touching when they had told you not to. They've got a fitting punishment...

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“And who told you that you could touch yourself?” They towered over you, steely eyes fixed upon you.

You shrank before their gaze, but one hand grabbed you by the chin, pulling your face up to meet their gaze. “N-no one.” You whimper.

They sigh, and kneel down, holding you close in a surprisingly warm embrace. “It’s okay pet. I don’t blame you. You were pent up, and you wanted release. But… I have told you that you don’t get to touch without permission. So, let’s work out that desire, shall we?”

You look at them, surprised, as they pull away from you. This… Wasn’t what you were expecting. You nod, excited now, and go to stand up as they walk away, but they turn back, looking disapproving. “Oh no pet, you don’t get to walk. You have been bad, so you can crawl.”

So, on your hands and knees, you follow them to the bedroom, where they strip you, and cuff you to the bed by your wrists and ankles. “Okay, pet. I know I said I’d work out the desire to be touched, but I want to make it feel as good as possible, so… Look into my eyes, will you?”

Their tone has shifted, a lilting quality that you know, that worms its way into your head, and makes it impossible to not listen, to not obey. Your gaze is locked onto their eyes, and as they continue speaking, your comprehension begins to drift away, just like your mind.

Instead, you’re left with feelings of pleasure, of sensitivity that flow through you, covering you. Before long, each brush of their hand against your skin is enough to make you moan with desire. Then you came back up. Back to the waking world. To them, caressing you.

And each touch was ecstasy. Each kiss of their lips on your skin was a miniature explosion of pleasure that left you desperate for more. Each stroke of their between your legs was another peak in a never ending series of pleasure that kept on climbing.

Before you knew it, you were on the edge, close to bursting, but you fought desperately to hold back, waiting for them to give you the word, but it didn’t come. So you didn’t cum. You were their good pet, you knew- “Are you waiting? Oh, pet, you can cum anytime.”

Their voice cut across your thoughts, the instruction to cum anytime shot through your mind, and when it registered, it was like a tidal wave of pleasure had been unleashed, rushing through your body, erupting out of you in an orgasm that left you shaking.

But their hand didn’t stop moving. The pleasure was intensifying. Becoming uncomfortable. You squirmed, trying to get away, but no matter how hard you tried, the pleasure was there, inescapable. They laughed, hands still moving, still caressing.

You tried to escape the pleasurable torture that your body was experiencing, but you couldn’t. The straps holding you down were too tight. They leant down, kissing their way up your chest. “Oh no pet.” They said. “You were naughty, touching yourself. This is your punishment.”