CW: Erotic fiction. The actions between the characters are in a Femdom context between consenting adults.

I want you to be good and whimper for me.

The first time I heard you whimper, it stirred up something in me I didn’t realise was there. A dominance…a need for control. Control over you, if you wanted it. When you told me you did and about the fantasy you had, my clit throbbed, I pressed my thighs together under the covers and fought the urge not to touch myself as you described every last detail in my ear. You wanted me to take care of you. Use you. Praise you.

One evening after a long day of work for both of us, we’re relaxing on the couch after tea. We’re streaming a docuseries I’m only passively paying attention to right now,

“Are you coming to bed?” I ask.

A knowing look flashes across your eyes and you give me a sleepy nod.

I tap your thigh twice. “Come on. Let’s go.”

I like the way you look up at me, all doe-eyed and excited. You take my hand and we silently make our way up the stairs to our bedroom. You lie down under the covers like we talked about, and I join you, propping myself up on my elbow as you stare up at me with those same puppy dog eyes.

I run my finger down your chest. It rises and falls under my touch.

“Are you ready for bed?” I ask again, a little more pointed this time.

“Yes…” you breathe, your voice shaking.

I take a deep breath through my nose. My clit’s throbbing for you already. I lean forward and press my lips against yours. I’m deliberate in my pace, making the kiss slow and taking my time to enjoy every brush of your lips against mine, every soft little moan that hitches in the back of your throat.

You don’t move. You keep your hands by your sides as we kiss and my tongue slips between the small parting of your lips. I cup your jaw in my hand and your tongue gently dances with mine, opening your mouth a little wider so I can have better access to you.

Suddenly, I break away. Your lips follow mine for more, but I pull away. You’re starting to look desperate and your brow furrows in disappointment. I could swear I hear a little whine from you.

“Please – I -” you whisper.

“What is it?” I breathe against your lips, pulling back with a playful smile when you try to kiss me again.

“I – I’m getting hard.”

“Are you?” I trace my fingers over your chest hair and down your stomach, down to your boxers where I can feel your semi-erect cock.

You inhale a shaky breath as I grip your shaft through the fabric and massage.

“Do you want me to take care of this?” I tease in your ear. “Do you want me to take care of you?”

You nod and your eyes flutter closed. I pull down your boxers to your knees and your cock springs up. I reach into the bedside drawer for the lube, squirt a generous dollop into my palm, and start to stroke you. You grip the sheets as I slowly, steadily tease you. I love the way your hips buck slightly, matching my strokes. We’ve been doing this every night for the last two weeks. I let you out of your cage for the evening, we come to bed and I tease you, before putting your poor, aching cock back in its cage again.

You want to see how long you can go, so we set a goal. If you can reach two weeks, I’ll let you cum. I’ve loved teasing you, being in control. Watching your thick, hard cock grow bigger in my hands. I love how you’ve grown more desperate as the nights have gone on. You’re usually the one in control in your work. You’re the boss, you tell others what to do. But what your employees don’t know is while you’re calling the shots at work, your cock presses against the bars of your chastity cage as you text me, begging me to let you cum that night.

Your cock slides a little harder through my palms as you near the edge, and I stop. You groan as you scrunch your eyes closed, focusing so hard on not cumming, when I start again. Each time you get close, I stop. You wanted two weeks, and I’m determined to get you there. I swirl the pad of my index finger around the tip and your breath shakes as a low whimper leaves your lips. Your chest rises and falls and your mouth hangs open.

“P-please, can I cum tonight?”

“No,” I say simply, gripping your shaft a little tighter. I twist my palm up and down the length of you and your toes curl. “You have to learn. You’re all mine…and I can play with your cock whenever I want…I own your cock, remember?”

“Please…” you whimper, but I shake my head.

“If you keep pestering me, I’ll keep you in chastity an extra week,” I tease with a playful little grin. “I think part of you wants that, don’t you?”

“Ohhh…”

“Perhaps I should keep you in chastity permanently, and tease you every day for the rest of your life…only letting you cum when you’ve been especially good for me…”

You suck in a shaky breath and a delicious shiver runs down my spine. I know that’s exactly what you want. To carry on this game for just a little longer. Maybe another week, maybe two, I think. I’ll decide later. We’ve enjoyed this so much, and I love how needy you are straight after denying you. You’re so close now, and I stop stroking once again. I love those helpless little groans, the way your handsome face scrunches as you try to keep your breathing even. The way your hips involuntarily rock more desperately, as you try so hard to control yourself.

I keep stroking you until you’re shaking and a bright flush settles in your cheeks. Your eyes are glazed over with pleasure and a sheen of precum covers your head as I slowly tease it…then stop.

I carefully lay your cock, thick and aching, back down. Oh, that look you give me is so delicious. So desperate and frustrated. I’ll never get tired of it.

“Please…” you beg. “Please, I’m so -“

“Shhh…” I lean forward and kiss you deeply, sensually, letting my tongue slip into your mouth. You moan into this kiss and you trace your fingers up my arms to cup my face. When we break apart, I run my finger over your bottom lips.

“Okay,” I murmur, satisfied with my work. “I’ll let you calm down, and then you’ll go back in your cage until tomorrow, okay?”

Your eyes glint with an excited desperation, and you nod.

*Image – Kissing by Loui Jover