Couples Counseling Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

Couples Counseling Pt. 04

... belongs to me. If I coax it out, it will be because it pleases me to claim my due. So you need to realize, if you cum, it won't be out of your need, but mine. Hmm, are you getting your head around that?"

Tosh's face bobs earnestly.

"And itwill please me, slave, to see you gush and spurt and cry out in agonized delight. It will please me, too, when I scold you for the mess you've made on my carpet, and put your tongue to work again cleaning it up. Ooh, that will please me alot. Put yourself properly in that state of mind, slave, and youmaaay get your release ..."

Tosh is chewing on his lip, whimpering, desperately confused and struggling with my instruction. As always, I know how to help him. "I free your voice, slave. Speak."

"Huhhh, thank you, Goddess."

"Do you think you pleased me before, with your mouth on my sex?"

"I think --uhh, this slave wishes he did, he can only,ooh!, hope so."

"Well, you did. And that only leaves me hungry for more of the pleasures my slave has to offer. Do you think it will please me to make you cum?"

"Ahhh! This slave thinks Mistress just told him that."

"Cheeky," I giggle, "and correct. How badly do you want to please me?"

"Desperately!" he yelps; truer words were never spoke. "Will it please Mistress to hear me beg?"

"It will," I purr, doing that thing where I use his balls to caress the base of his undershaft.

"Ohhh please, Mistress! Let me,ughh, make me --" he yammers, struggling with the proper slavespeak, ...

... "Huhhh, your slave begs you to take anything that pleases her,aa-aa-anything -- Goddess,ugh, please, takeeverything from your slave!"

"Wow, that's a pretty good beg. You mustreally want to please me."

"Yes, Goddess!Ughh!"

"You'd do anything, you say," I purr, winding up the trap. "Then if I told you something that would please me evenmore than seeing you cum, you'd want that for me."

There's a note of hesitation and suspicion in his voice, but he says it. "Yes,uhhh, Goddess."

"Your permission."

"Permission --" he whimpers with confusion. But then I think he begins to remember.

Quoting myself, "'Nothing would please me more.' I'm offering you a choice. Please me well," I say, "or please memagnificently."

At first, he just groans and bites his lip. My hands had dialed back the edging while I let it sink in, but now they resume their torments. I want to make his choice ... difficult.

He knows this. How easy would it be to give in to that primal, burning compulsion overpowering his loins, and enjoy a glorious release? Compared to giving me something hedreads? A no-brainer, you'd think, but that's backwards; in making this choice, I want him to ignore his dick and listen to his head. Or better put, listen to the headspace that's in thrall tome.

"Do you know what will please me most of all? In a way, more than the other choices I've given you? It will be seeing you pass my test..."

To make the dilemma even more stark and urgent, I lean down and give ...