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Stephanie's Submission

Part 5 The Bargain

Stephanie’s Submission 05 – The Bargain

Stephanie’s Submission

Part 5 – The Bargain

By Rilawild

Stephanie watched in shock as Jim recorded her humiliation. Her orgasm was coming strong and hard and she continued to pump her fingers in and out of herself as wave after wave of pleasure shook her body; her thumb was gliding back and forth over her now very sensitive clitoris; and her eyes were fixed on the camcorder. The humiliation implied by what was on the tape and that it might be seen by others burned deeply into her thoughts and stoked the fire in her cunt all the more.

Stephanie just couldn’t stop herself. She knew that she was just making it worse; that anyone watching the tape would just see her continuing to cum and continuing to masturbate after the revelation of removing the blindfold. Those thoughts just spurred her on. She wanted to prolong the wonderful orgasm for as long as possible and that meant that she had to continue to perform for the camera.

Eventually though she could cum no more, her pleasure subsided and she collapsed back onto the rug, exhausted by her ordeal. Jim filmed her for a few more moments then put the camera aside.

“Good girl!” The praise echoed in Stephanie’s mind, it washed away some of her concern and stemmed some of the fear that was beginning to burgeon within her.

“You have done very well. I am very pleased.” He reached out and gently stroked her leg to reinforce his words.

Stephanie, recovering slowly, looked at the camera. “Please, you can’t film me. You mustn’t film me,” she begged and then she ordered, “Give me the tape!”

“Now, now! You’re in no position to make demands.” His face took on a stern appearance and his voice was firm and strong.

“Yesterday I told you I’d take pictures of you and asked if you’d like that. If I remember correctly, you said that you would. So now I’ve taken pictures of you; you can’t go back on our agreement.”

Stephanie felt that like a blow to the stomach and she did remember being overwhelmed by her passion and agreeing with him that he could photograph her. ‘That isn’t what I meant! But I guess it’s just the same – still I can’t let anyone see that tape, I’d just die.’

“Please, I know, I know.” She whimpered. “But this is different. No-one can see that tape. You’ve got to give it to me, please!” Stephanie was beginning to plead now, getting agitated.

Jim just sat there, caressing her leg, watching her as she worked herself up to the verge of panic.

“Kneel,” he ordered. She looked stunned for a moment at him. ‘This isn’t the time for that,’ she thought. However, she did eventually move and get into the embarrassing kneeling position with her thighs splayed wide apart. Even though this was all relatively new to her, she actually found herself being calmed by taking up the position. In a way it was familiar, and maybe she was a little reassured as she gave control to Jim – it allowed some more of her nascent panic to evaporate.

“Good,” Jim said once she was settled. “Now if you truly want the tape, then perhaps we can work something out.”

This brought a little hope to her. Stephanie knew that she must get that tape to prevent it falling into the wrong hands and coming back to haunt her.

“This evening has been an exercise in learning control, and you’ve done that very well. However, I worry that you’ll slip back into your wanton ways unless it is further reinforced.” He allowed this to sink in for a moment before continuing. “So, I think that if you commit yourself to spending the rest of the week learning to control when you orgasm then I will give you the tape.”

Stephanie, the carrot dangling temptingly in front of her, immediately agreed. “Yes, yes. Anything to get that tape.” She realised then that she’d agreed before the terms had been properly explained and that he could almost demand anything of her, but she thought, ‘I’d almost do anything to get hold of that tape.’

“Good – I’m glad that you’re keen to continue our lessons. So here’s what I propose: Firstly, you are not to cum again until Saturday. Then you will orgasm at my command. It’s Tuesday now, so that’s four days from now.”

Then he had a mischievous smile on his face, “Since you said that you only masturbated four times a week, then holding off for a few days shouldn’t be too much of a problem now should it?”

Stephanie had known that he hadn’t believed her, but had thought that she’d got away with it. Now she was ruing her dishonesty. ‘He’ll wring out this as a punishment for that, I just know it,’

“If you are a good girl, and do as you’re told, then I’ll give you the tape. Do you think you can do that?” Jim looked at her quizzically, awaiting her answer.

‘I can last four days. It will be no problem.’ Then her thoughts continued and frown creased her forehead. ‘I guess though that a lot can happen in four days... like copying the tape.’ Stephanie looked at Jim, satisfied that she’d found a loophole in what he was offering, and confident that she could close it.

“I will do it. However, you have to promise not make any copies of the tape.”

A smile spread wide over Jim’s face. “Oh, you don’t trust me,” he said with mock hurt. “Okay, I promise that if you’re a good girl and do as you’re told that I won’t make any copies of the tape and will give it to you on Saturday. Satisfied?”

She thought on it for a moment, and then acceded, “Okay, you have a deal.”

“Excellent!” Jim seemed very pleased, like the cat who’d got the cream. “And since you’re convinced that you can hold off from cumming until the weekend and that you’ll get the tape, you should have no problem with me adding extra footage to it.” He said it as a statement.

Stephanie felt that he’d trapped her. “No you can’t do that,” she was frightened again.

“Oh, but I can. You will get the tape on Saturday if you do as you’re told so it doesn’t really matter what is on the tape now does it?”

She knew that she wouldn’t be able to get out of it. Here she was kneeling naked on his floor whilst he was sitting still fully dressed, and he had the incriminating videotape. There was nothing she could do; he didn’t really need this deal; he had all the cards. Stephanie could feel her cunt beginning to lubricate once again as she thought about her predicament. All she could do was fight a rear-guard action.

Dropping her eyes submissively, “You promise that you’ll be fair? You won’t force me to cum, will you?”

“Oh I won’t force you to cum. However, you will be teased until you’re near to the edge, and you’ll have to concentrate hard so that you won’t cum, but I promise that it will be completely in your control whether you cum or not. Does that satisfy you?”

Stephanie, feeling her exhaustion, had no fight left in her and she just nodded her head.

“Good girl, I knew that you had it in you. And remember, ‘no orgasms’ means ‘no orgasms’ – so no sneaking off to the ladies’ room whilst you’re at work for a quickie! I’ll be able to tell, you know that don’t you?” Stephanie just nodded in answer.

Jim stood and walked over to a low sideboard and picked up two black straps that Stephanie realised, as he stepped back towards her, were leather cuffs. Squatting behind her, Jim grasped her wrists and fastened the cuffs on her. “Now, we need to stop your naughty little fingers from letting you down.” With that, she heard a click and he’d fastened the cuffs together. Her hands were now stuck behind her back.

“There, that should keep you on the straight and narrow,” he chuckled. Stephanie, knowing that it was fruitless, tested the bonds anyway and as expected found that she couldn’t free her hands.

He walked around her and stopped in front of her. “Well,” he continued, “your display of lust has really got me hot. You’ve had your pleasure, now I think it’s time for me to have mine.”

Stephanie watched the bulge in the front of Jim’s jeans as he unbuckled his belt. He undid the button and pulled down the zip. Soon she was confronted by his naked, erect cock and she knew what she had to do. In moments, her mouth engulfed him. She’d given blow jobs before, indeed she’d sucked Jim’s cock just a couple of days ago, but she’d always been able to use her hands. This was a completely new experience for her. She couldn’t guide it to her mouth and instead she had to manoeuvre her head instead. She alternated between taking him into her mouth and kissing and licking the head and shaft of his cock. She kept wanting to grip it, and she realised that her normal technique was as much wanking as fellatio. She found this much harder, and every now and then she’d almost gag as she misjudged it and his cock bounced against the back of her mouth. It took her much longer than she’d thought it would, but eventually he came, flooding her mouth. Knowing what was expected of her, she quickly gulped it down, swallowing as much as she could; but without her hands to help her and to guide Jim’s prick she found cum splattering around her mouth and chin. She couldn’t even wipe it off.

“Please, sir, can I clean my face?” She looked up from her kneeling position at his face, towering above her, trying to indicate her fastened hands.

“Oh,” Jim smiled down at her, “I think that you look lovely as you are. Besides, it will be a lesson for you to swallow every drop. Your technique leaves a lot to be desired. We’ll have to work on it, don’t you think?”

Knowing that he would brook no dispute, she just answered, “yes sir.”

Jim gently directed her to shuffle over to kneel beside the sofa that he sat down in.

“Now, after all that exertion, we’ll watch a bit of TV before we get you set up for the night.”

Stephanie didn’t know what he had planned for her, but felt sure that it would challenge her once more. Everything they did seemed to stretch her experience and limits, almost to breaking point.

The television flickered to life and Stephanie realised that it wasn’t showing the normal network fare and instead it was showing a porn movie. What’s more, it was a bondage movie.

“Now, be a good girl, keep quiet and watch the movie.” Jim gently stroked her head, almost like one would stroke a cat or a dog, as he spoke.

She found herself becoming enthralled by the images on the television. Her pussy was wet once more. Stephanie wanted to reach down between her legs to stroke herself; with her hands fastened behind her though there was no way to relieve herself. She knew that this was exactly the position Jim wanted her to be in. She now knew that he’d tease her mercilessly from then until Saturday and she knew that she had to hold out, had to triumph, since the alternative was just too horrifying to contemplate. That helped put some steel in her resolve. She found herself pushing her shoulders back, pushing out her breasts a bit further and moving her knees even wider apart. ‘I will do this, and I will succeed.’

The screen showed scene after scene of women tied in various poses and teased, more often than not, to orgasm. Despite her huge orgasm from earlier, Stephanie’s excitement was building again. She knew that she’d have to deny herself. Part of her wanted to look away from the screen so that she could contain her excitement, but she also knew that that would not be playing the game. He’d told her to watch the movie. If she didn’t then she’d be being disobedient. Beside, he might take that as breaking their agreement and she’d loose the tape forever.

She was suddenly brought back to the real world from her musing when Jim reached out and rubbed his knuckles across the smooth skin of her breast.

“Like what you see?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” she admitted at last truthfully.

Jim, tweaking her hard nipple, just said “Good”, and sat back smiling contentedly. Stephanie felt herself blush, and felt glad that she’d pleased him.

When the movie finished, Stephanie realised that it was quite late. Jim switched off the TV and turned to her. She expected him to take her to the door and let her get dressed and go. She felt tired, it had been an exhausting evening. Instead Jim walked to the stairs.

“You’ll stay here tonight so that I can be sure that you don’t masturbate. In the morning I’ll take you back to your flat to get changed for work and then drop you off at the office.” Stephanie was stunned, she hadn’t agreed to that, but knew that if she wanted the tape she would have to go along with it. With her hands fastened behind her back she struggled to her feet and followed him meekly.

Jim led her into the bathroom and only then removed her cuffs, freeing her hands.

“Use the facilities and take a shower,” he gestured towards the toilet and shower cubicle. “I’ll just watch to make sure that you’re a good girl.”

‘This is too humiliating, no-one has ever watched me use the toilet. It is too much to ask!’ Stephanie was shocked at what he’d suggested. ‘But I agreed to follow his instructions until Saturday. What have I let myself in for? Why did I ever strip for him at the barbecue? That’s where all this started.’

“Please sir, I promise I’ll be good. You can’t expect me to..., you know what...,” she pointed at the lavatory, “while you watch?”

“Oh yes I can, and you will..., ‘you know what’,” he imitated her weak voice. “You won’t get another opportunity until morning: I won’t have you running around in the middle of the night.”

Stephanie, blushing deeply, gingerly sat down on the lavatory. She couldn’t bring herself to look at Jim while she did her business. It was the most humbling experience of her life. No matter what she’d let Jim do to her so far, this was the worst. It wasn’t even sexual – at least everything else had turned her on – this was just humiliating.

He just stood there watching as she went through her routine. She was self conscious the whole time. She kept telling herself that he’d seen everything she had, that he’d already touched her treasures and watched her at her most vulnerable moment, when she came, but still having him watch her in this most mundane and usually private moment seemed somehow much more embarrassing.

She normally luxuriated in the shower, but this time it was much more perfunctory, like when she was in the showers at the gym. She used a new toothbrush, which he produced for her when she asked.

Finally done, he showed her to a bedroom, following closely behind her. It was the guest room. She’d assumed that they’d share a bed, but clearly he didn’t have sex in mind. Jim pulled the duvet from the bed and told her lie down. Feeling a little nervous, she did as he said.

“Put your hands above your head.” He said it gently, soothing her and placating her worry.

Not sure where this was going she placed her arms at the head of the bed. Then softly grasping Stephanie’s left wrist, he fastened it to a cuff that he pulled out from behind the bed-frame. Next he did the same with her right wrist. All the while, he was quietly saying, “good girl”, “I’m very pleased with you” and “you’re doing very well.”

When he’d finished, he told her “this is to just to make sure that there is no clandestine frigging young lady.”

Stephanie blushed, and then watched in surprise as he fastened her legs wide apart too. “And we wouldn’t want you rubbing these delicious thighs together either would we.” Jim stroked his hand along her legs to reinforce what he said.

With her firmly secured to the bed, he began to lightly tickle her inner thigh.

“Now before I say goodnight,” he said, “since you’re learning to control your orgasms I think I need to give you your next lesson – so that you have something to think about during the night.” Jim slipped his hand right to her sensitive crotch and began to stroke her warm, moist flesh.

Stephanie, realising where this was going could only plead with him. “Please don’t, I’ve done what you asked. You promised not to make me cum.”

“Oh, but I won’t. Not if you learn your lesson and control yourself; but as they say, ‘practice makes perfect’.” Stephanie just moaned as his thumb slid right over her engorged nub.

Jim spent the next twenty minutes or so teasing her. He was true to his word and never pushed her over the edge but Stephanie needed all of her concentration and willpower to prevent herself from succumbing to his skilled touch. She found herself thrashing on the bed, her wrists and ankles straining against the padded cuffs that held her fast; her hips pumping up and down as he assaulted her cunt; and her head shaking from side to side as groan and moan after groan and moan escaped from her panting mouth.

At last when she felt could take no more, when she was almost ready to forget about the tape and just feel her release, he stopped.

“Goodnight slut, sweet dreams.”

“Oh, you can’t do this to me, you can’t leave me like this.”

“But of course I can. You’re here to learn a lesson: that your orgasms are mine to give or deny. If I decide to leave you unsatisfied then you will be unsatisfied and you’ll like it. Besides, I know that you love it, that you know that your orgasm, whenever I decide you should have it, will be better because of this denial.”

She knew that he was right, but it still didn’t help her in her moment of need.

Jim just threw the duvet over her body, switched out the light and was gone; the door closed behind him. Stephanie could do nothing other than just lay there breathing deeply as she tried to calm down from her ‘almost orgasm’.


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