A Nice Little Distraction
As you have been somewhat playful (your definition, not mine I hasten to say) it is time to deliver a little learning session reflecting the need for you to change your attitude. I consider that you have been disrespectful and that cannot be allowed to pass unnoticed or unpunished because, as we all know, such behaviour spreads like wildfire and creates significant problems further down the line.
I tell you to get undressed and to stand with your back to me while I tie your wrists and put a blindfold over your eyes, telling you to be very still. I carefully turn you around and guide you to the couch where I lay you on your back.
Instinctively you open your legs, in an effort to please your Sir, mindful of now trying to redress the balance from earlier and anxious about not knowing exactly what is coming. Good strategy but Sir is unimpressed.
I tease your nipples with my fingers, making them ache and tingle, sensitive and getting sore yet wanting Sir’s attention to continue. Shame, because I stop and am silent.
The silence is deafening for you and the lack of Sir’s touch is worrying. What might I be thinking? What might be happening next?
What comes next is the sensation of a series of sharp but exciting ripples across your skin, dancing across your gorgeous tummy, zigzagging as Sir decides upon the pathways and the patterns, moving carefully across your nipples, making then tingle and dance. They are hard and aching for attention.
I move the Wartenberg Wheel back over your tummy and you instinctively arch your back, in full knowledge and anticipation of where I will be taking it next, exciting, tingling with anticipation and knowing that you have put your faith in Sir’s guidance and support. I move the wheel and run it along the inside of your gorgeous thighs, running the wheel back and forth, skimming your gorgeous pussy which I can see is wet and very excited.
I remove the Wheel from any contact with your body and ask you if you are sorry for your poor behaviour and attitude earlier: breathlessly you confirm that you are and that you will not do that again.
Possibly not, but almost certainly to be repeated in some form down the line.
I then run the wheel up and down the outside of your pussy. Lightly, carefully, with intricate patterns, gently teasing your clit, circling her, using the tips of the wheel to make her throb and tingle, making you gasp at the sensation, something new and something making you very wet and hot.
I remind you that your attitude needs to change radically and that I expect better from you, otherwise the Wheel will return and we will revisit this.
I leave you there to think about your poor behaviour, to reflect on why you failed to reach Sir’s standards and what you will do to redeem yourself.
You know that a firm fucking is about to be delivered to complete this attitude adjustment, something to satisfy your aching and longing to now please your Sir.
Now, should I allow you to cum, or do I withhold that, because, as you well know, that is a precious gift from your Sir, and this is correcting your mindset, is it not?