How She Used To Tease Me

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Enjoy your time without cage.

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[Caption from Barscubed - these aren't Mistress N's 'rules']

Mistress kindly granted me release last night and also allowed me to write about it this morning.

It happened quite late in the evening. She started work late due to Thursday's heavy night and therefore finished late too. She was also quite tired, so she took a nap after dinner. I tried not to think about release, but Mistress had already implied that it was likely to happen that night, so it was difficult to dismiss the idea all together.

She woke up quite refreshed and, dressed in just a tee shirt, she was soon instructing me to strip naked and put my collar on. She told me to fetch her dildo and strap it on her, then had me kneel down before her and "worship her cock". I licked and sucked the dildo as she rammed it into my mouth and rubbed it into my face.

When she was ready, Mistress had me kneel up on the bed, lubricated my anus and her "cock" and gave me an energetic pegging, starting slow but building to a literally eye-watering climax. I was left sore, red-faced and chastened, while Mistress glowed, with a wild and triumphant look in her eyes.

The circumstances of my release were different from most previous ones, in that Mistress opted to squat down on my face while I masturbated. I was not permitted to speak, so I was unable to ask for permission to release when I felt I was approaching completion; I just had to wait for her to grant it without any prompting.

This meant that there was a greater than usual risk of me coming without permission; to mitigate that risk, I had to "ease off" whenever I felt myself getting to the point of no return. Effectively, I was being forced to "edge". Given how much I wanted to ejaculate once I began to masturbate, that wasn't easy.

Mistress made me keep this up for what seemed like quite a long time, all the while taunting me, asking me why I had slowed down and encouraging me to go faster; at the same time, she kept pinching and scratching my chest and nipples and shifting her bottom around on my face, making it hard to breathe at times.

Eventually, permission was given and I rapidly brought myself off. To me, it felt like opening up a high-powered hose, but Mistress found it far less impressive.

"Is that all you've got?" she teased. "W*nker! I don't know what all the fuss was about..."

Nevertheless, a wave of relief passed over me as I lay there with my heartbeat slowly dancing back to normal. Mistress rose, padded across the room and fetched a tissue, which she threw down at me with an order to clean myself up; then went and sat on the end of the bed.

When I had finished and disposed of the tissue, she told me to get back down on my hands and knees before her. I obeyed, bowing my head as I did so, but she put her finger under my chin to make me look up at her. She looked deep into my eyes.

"What do you say?" she asked, softly but firmly.

"Thank you, Mistress" I said, almost in a whisper. Those moments can be overwhelming.

"Goddess," she corrected me. "I want to be a Goddess tonight".

"Thank you, Goddess," I said, making sure the last word was very clear. She smiled, a self-satisfied smile.

"Okay, you may kiss my feet."

I ducked down and pressed my lips firmly to her warm, slightly perspiring, slightly "beddy" feet. I would stop when she told me. Then it would all be over, for at least another month.

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I'm not sure if Mistress will want to add anything to this or not. I hope so, though she is a little busy today.

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Just a daily reminder for you all. From a teen volleyball girl❤ #sph

Strict and Stern, Firm and Fair #34-23