In that moment, there was nothing she wanted more than to kneel in front of him and taste his cock. Lick it thoroughly, suck it into her mouth, taking it deeper until it struck the back of her throat, making her gag. It always amazed her how much she loved that.
But, “Not yet,” he said.
She felt a rush of disappointment, and a flash of shame that he did not want to use her mouth, followed by the thought that it didn’t matter, that she only wanted to please him with her obedience, and she could wait. All of that ran through her quickly, but he seemed to sense it, because he said, “No worries, baby, I’ll be happy to have your mouth pleasure me. But we have one more bit of punishment remaining.”
She felt her heart drop, so disappointed. She had forgotten that there was more.
He tugged her hair, turned her face up to him. Kissed her until her shame fell away. “You can’t think right now,” he said. “It’s ok, you don’t have to hold anything. I love you.”
She smiled, and her response, “I love you, Sir,” was so heartfelt and tender that tears came to his eyes. He cuddled her closer to him. “There was the orgasm without permission,” he said. “I know that you didn’t mean for it to happen, but I think there was a moment before it happened when you could have asked. I think I need to correct you for that and retrain a bit so it’s less likely to happen again. Do you agree to accept the consequences, without knowing in advance what they will be?”
“Of course I do, Sir,” she said, even though the question sent chills through her. She knew that he knew it did too – it echoed the question Sir Stephen had asked O before she found out she was to be branded. She knew that he was not going to brand her, at least her rational mind knew that, but it still gave her chills.. She didn’t dare ask herself if she would allow him to brand her, and that scared her a little bit.
He nodded solemnly, and she knew that he accepted the weight of making this decision for her., whatever he was going to do. “For the next five days,” he said, “Until Wednesday, when we have intimate time again, you are not to touch yourself without permission.”
She frowned a bit, confused. “I can’t masturbate?” she asked. That didn’t sound very intense to her.
But he shook his head. “No, baby,” he said gently, “You’re not to touch yourself at all. Not without permission. Not to get dressed or undressed. Not to wash yourself in the shower, not to wash your hands. Even in the bathroom, baby, you need permission to pull your pants down and to wipe yourself when you’re done. You may be allowed to wipe yourself, maybe, maybe not, but certainly not without explicit permission. Is that clear?”
She knew she was staring at him, eyes wide. “Oh,” she said, “Oh, my.”
He grinned. “Creative, isn’t it? I think it will be a really effective way to remind you that this body,” and he wrapped her more firmly in his arms, “this body belongs to me. Pleasure or pain, it’s up to me. Orgasm or no orgasm…” He raised his eyebrows, “Right?”
Quickly, she responded, “Yes, Sir, it is up to you.”
“And now,” he said, “I think you need a bathroom break. We’ve been playing a long time. Come on, I’ll show you how this is going to work.”