Cat’s Meow ~ Ch. 02 ~ Bad Girls Don’t Cum - Sex Stories

Cat’s Meow ~ Ch. 02 ~ Bad Girls Don’t Cum

... started patting her dry. As I dried her delicious body, she looked up expectantly at me, but I only continued drying her. I was desperate to touch her skin, feel her warm breasts and pull her to my lips. Denial is the first step in teaching obedience, although I felt that I was the one being denied. Being master sometimes places more restraints on the master then the disciple, but that is what she was, my disciple, my student, as eager to learn as I was to teach. It was our first time together, and despite the revealing exchange of words, thoughts and fantasies we had shared for the past year, this was quite different. This was no longer a distant fantasy… this was real. Her drying complete, I dropped the towel on the floor, as it was no longer proper for the master to use it. I took a fresh towel, dried my face and hung it up for later use; she might be allowed to use it later for herself, if I permitted it. "Follow me," I said as I quickly turned my back and walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom. I could feel her presence as she followed me. On the bed was the scarf she had so diligently tied my hands. I now picked it up and turned, she was still right behind me, waiting expectantly. Twisting the scarf, I reached up and placed it across her eyes, then pulled it around and securely knotted it behind her head. She was now as blind as I had been, and although she could choose to reach up and release the knot in a moment, she knew the price she would pay, 'Bad girls ...

... don't cum' . I softly walked to the dresser, and sliding open the drawer, removed a present I had gotten her, a set of nipple clamps connected by a silver chain. Returning to her, I massaged her thick nipples between my fingers until they were both quite firm. I relished how hard they had become. I carefully attached the first clip, and she gasped. As I clipped the second she softly moaned. I twisted the clamps and she pulled back slightly and moaned louder. Pulling up on the chain, she jumped even as she continued moaning. Still bound by her own fingers, I pulling the chain as I led her out of the bedroom. Following me, she whimpered softly. She suddenly pulled back against the chain and moaned very loudly. Then she meekly continued following me, all the while keeping tension on the chain, softly moaning with each step she took. Once into the living room, I stopped near the sound system and reached down to turn the volume up slightly. "Stay here," I commanded. With the music playing, I walked to the full-length windows, the sun was setting, but the view across the way was all I wanted. I could see the distant apartments, each close enough to see in, but not to see clearly. I softly eased the patio door open and enjoyed the fresh air. I reached across and turned on the lamps, dimming them, but still allowed enough light that I could relish the beauty of my ingenue. I looked back at my ravishing lady, still standing there beside the stereo. Her head down, the chain swung slightly ...