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Chapter 4
Frustration could barely begin to cover it. The warmth of her sex and juices began to cool and dry on his cock, and even though the sensation would have normally made him soft, Mitch only felt himself get harder with desire. Reina minded herself, continuing to check boxes and write notes on a few more pages of the tablet. It hardly seemed like she put a dent in it; there were still pages upon pages, not to mention the fact how casual she was writing while she was sweaty and mussed.
He could only stand the ignoring only so long. Feeling humiliated and used, he roared indignantly into his gag, though the sound was quite muffled, and stamped a foot angrily. Immediately she looked up, and though her blue eyes showed no malice, Mitch regretted his outburst.
“If it’s one thing I hate, it is attitude,” she informed him, setting her work down on the desk and moving to a cupboard. He caught a brief glimpse of what was inside as she opened it, seeing several racks of rope and what looked like other restraints. What kind of woman is she? “Especially from naughty boys such as yourself. I let you fuck me, and you act like a spoiled child!”
She turned around, holding a ball of twine. Mitch didn’t recognize the threat, only glaring at her and letting out a few muffled choice words. How was this exactly a reward? Yes, he had screwed her, and it felt wondrous, but he had been bound and gagged the whole time, and didn’t even get to come. She essentially used him as a dildo.
Reina began unwinding a length of the twine, and Mitch could only look, curious and apprehensive at the same time. When a desire length had been reached, she snapped it off, then set the ball aside on her desk. “If you want to be a naughty boy, then you get punished.”
Before Mitch could resist or back away, she looped a noose around the base of his cock, then cinched it tight. He yelped in discomfort, but as always, the headmistress wasn’t finished with such a simple task. She wound the cord around his sack, splitting his balls into two separate pouches, and then pulled it tight again. Discomfort flared through his cock again as his balls became two tight, rock hard ellipsoids. The rest of the twine was spun around the base of his cock, and Reina gave one last hard cinch before knotting it off neatly like a present.
During the process, he had no idea what the desired effect would be, but he soon found out. His cock throbbed and bulged, as did his semen-laden balls, when the muscles were constricted and the blood was pinched off. The smooth flesh was pulled tight, becoming ridiculously sensitive as his head bulged even larger. Every little movement of air felt like a feather fluttering across his shaft, and the twine felt like a hand…not Reina’s soft, delicate touch, but harsh and forceful, keeping his cock rock hard and stiff straight.
Mitch could only moan as his frustration increased by tenfold. He wanted to come…bad. He needed to! He was so horny all he could think about was the wonderful sex he just had, how he squeezed a powerful orgasm out a woman much older and experienced than himself. All he could think about was her lush, voluptuous body, the way she touched him, and the way she felt. He could feel his heartbeat in his cock as it throbbed, still hot and turning dark red.
The feeling and longing was so strong that he couldn’t control himself. His hips began to move, thrusting himself into nothing but air. It felt like he could get some friction off of the air itself, but all it did was make his cock bounce stiffly.
Reina chuckled from her notes. “Oh, sweetheart, do you want to come? I bet that is quite frustrating.”
God, yes!
Mitch nodded furiously, pleading with his eyes and through the gag. He could force himself to stop humping, but a twitch ran through his body; he needed something, anything to rub against!
“But naughty boys don’t get to come,” she said disapprovingly. To add to the agony, she reached and cupped his glowing balls in her hand. “You know that, Mr. Bowen…however, would you like the chance to be a good boy?”
Mitch nodded furiously. Anything, anything, to get a chance to come!
“I’m afraid you’re going to have to earn it, then. Rewards aren’t just handed out to naughty boys.”
Reina smiled, then tugged up her skirt a little bit and rested her foot on the lower horizontal crosspiece that ran beneath one of the leather chairs. The crook of her high heel rested perfectly on the wooden beam, her long leg arched in its white nylon glory, held up by garters.
“Straddle,” she said, and when he didn’t move, she snatched him by the ear. “I said straddle!”
As she pulled him towards her thigh, he figured out what she wanted him to do. He swung his leg over her knee, and she pulled him close so that his tied balls were resting right on top of the creamy nylon of her thigh just above her knee. She adjusted herself, and the warmth of her leg spread into his cock as she pressed it against him harder.
“Now hump,” she ordered.
Almost automatically, Mitch’s hips started moving at her command, and he outright moaned at what he felt. The fine weave of her stockings sent even more warmth along his painfully sore balls and along his shaft as he ground his cock into it. It was an exotic feeling, something he never felt before. It wasn’t as great as being inside her, but he got the giddy sense of fucking something as friction began to build up on the underside of his cock and balls.
He tried to hump harder, feeling the urge to orgasm drawing closer, but it was difficult to keep the pressure on her leg. He found himself leaning forward, trying to squash his cock and balls into her leg further, but realized he was staring into her blue eyes, the massive globes of her breast pressing into his chest, and pulled back. She wrapped her arms around his waist before he could, holding him in place on his perch.
“Hump harder, Mr. Bowen,” she said. “I won’t sit here all day on the edge of my desk for you to play around on my leg.”
The weave of the stocking continued to build heat and pleasure into his cock, especially the sensitive nerves beneath the head. The top of her stocking had an elaborate design, and it was rougher. He squealed in delight each time a particularly hard thrust made him graze it.
Amazing or not though, it was tiresome to move his hips after fucking her thoroughly, and the friction he was getting was just barely enough. His balls almost started to burn from the long runs along the fabric, and the rim of the stocking tops wasn’t stimulating his nerve bundle enough. Holding him as she was, all he could do was rock his increasingly tiring hips.
“Mr. Bowen,” Reina clucked in a warning tone. “If you don’t empty those balls right now, you won’t get to come at all.”
Mitch’s groans became whimpers, fatigue settling in as he forced his hips to continue. Just a little longer…he was almost there…almost…
Sure enough, his load began to build in his throbbing cock. The bindings restricted the muscle contraction to the point where the whole thing was throbbing mercilessly. It felt like pressure backing up in a hose, then….
With a cry, he burst on her leg. The pent up load was massive, drenching the fabric of her nylons and turning them a dark, wet shade from the knee to the garter. His cock flexed and spat out the second burst, almost just as much as the first. The dry, fine weave immediately turned wet and gooey, but it was still hot.
His hips, now aching, ceased their humps, and Mitch settled to pant in fatigue through his gag. Reina gave him a pat on the ass then stood from the edge of her desk, causing him to put weight back on his shaky feet.
“That was an excellent orgasm, Mr. Bowen,” Reina beamed, first examining her leg, then his face. If she harbored any ill will to him for ruining her stockings, she didn’t show it. In fact, she seemed unfazed that her leg was no splattered in come. “Perhaps there is hope for you to be a good boy after all.”
Just as before, she began to make notes in the tablet of papers. The twine on Mitch’s cock seemed less restrictive, although he was going flaccid a little slower than usual. The release had felt wonderful, but it somehow felt spoiled as remnants of semen dripped from his cock. What he wanted was her tight pussy or hands to milk him dry, and the best he managed was to squirt all over her leg.
“Now, we’ve covered some of the more important bits, but we still have quite a lot of work to do on this test,” she said, and Mitch groaned. “I’m afraid some of this will have to wait until tomorrow, but let’s see…”
She paged through sheet after sheet, making some quick notes and talking to herself. The things she said made Mitch’s eyes go wide. “Hmm…’maximum semen capacity’…that requires a good five hour tease, and it’s already pretty late…We’ll need the rack for pain tolerance…and the nurse will have to give him tests for the drugs…ah, here’s something we can do for the remainder of the day:”
She set the tablet down on her desk, a wicked glint in her blue eyes. The dread in Mitch grew further.
“Anal strap-on limitations.”
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