Beg

Hot water beat down upon my back, massaging sore muscles and imbuing them with new life. A deep inhale filled my chest with warmth, a sensation that spread throughout my body with every breath. After a long day out and about, such a simple luxury as a shower was bliss.

I brought my hands up, starting with my chest, gently lathering in a body wash as I massaged myself. Working out the stiffness and soreness brought on by my earlier workout. My hands ran up and down my arms, lightly scrubbing with my fingernails to exfoliate before pressing firm into my shoulders and neck. A soft groan escaped my lips, the kinks slowly melting beneath my fingers.

A knock on the bathroom door stirred me from my massage induced reverie. "I've got your towel." It was her voice, light with an ever present hint of playfulness. I heard the door crack open.

"Thanks, just leave it on the peg," I called out to her. I heard her move, barefoot across the linoleum, and then a rustle and clack as she hung something up beside the shower door. "I really appreciate it."

"Of course." The smile was evident in her voice. "Need anything else?"

"I should be set. Be out in like, fifteen, twenty minutes? And then we can catch up?"

"That's an option." Something was different. Her voice had dropped. A shiver ran up my spine. "Or... you could turn away from the door..." A shiver spread out across my body in spite of the warm water. I knew that tone. Not just playful, but commanding. She expected to be obeyed when she spoke like this, but she still spoke as though it were a choice. A choice that wasn't a choice.

I gulped. My mind raced. She'd have a game in mind, a tease, something specific. It was November, so it couldn't be too intense, but that didn't mean it wouldn't be devious... and a lot of fun... A slight shake permeated my voice. "Yes M'Lady." I shifted, pointing my back to the door, breath growing a bit heavy, nethers tingling with anticipation.

I heard rustling, barely audible over the sound of the water, and then the clack of the shower door as it opened. A gust of cool air slipped in and set off another full body shiver. I pulled away from the door on instinct, pressing myself a bit closer to the opposite wall. I felt her move, shifting, brushing up against me as the door clacked closed. The stream of water shifted as she maneuvered the nozzle so it wasn't pouring down directly over us.

I waited, breath heavy, body growing hotter, feeling only the slightest touches as she made sure everything in the shower was just where she wanted it. Finally, she pressed against me, wrapping her arms around my chest, under my arms, chin leaning against my right shoulder. "How was your day pet?"

A tingle ran through my mind, two fold pleasure from the pet name and the sensitivity of my right ear. I gulped. "It was nice, M'Lady. I spent some time with friends, talked about plans for later in the month and went to the gym."

"Mhm," she hummed softly in my ear. Another tingle of pleasure. Her hands moved, fingernails lightly teased against my skin, drawing circles around my pecs, circumference slowly shrinking toward my nipples.

"I'm exhausted. Almost doubled my sets today and my legs were not happy with me on the trip back. They feel sore, but I'm really happy with my progress. It's felt pretty good to pull through on all the extra exercise, especially since I haven't really pushed myself in that department for a couple months now. Satisfying to see I'm actually impro-" My breath hitched as her fingers reached the center of their circling, lightly pinching my nipples.

Another hum in my ear. Satisfaction at eliciting that reaction. Her fingers continued playing with me, lightly scraping, flicking, pinching, circling. Enough to keep me focused on the sensation, to struggle to think of what to say next.

"I'm... uh... Yeah, satisfying to see... to see I'm improving, that it's actually uh... getting easier," I managed to stumble out.

"Mmmm." Another hum as her hands stopped, wrapping around my chest once more. "It sounds like your hard work is paying off." I nod eagerly. "You've been doing very well, pet. Staying on top of your exercise, reaching milestones, improving yourself... " Her voice trailed off but she didn't move. I stood there in the warmth of her embrace, anticipation rising as I hung on her every word. It never took much to lure me in and keep me in her thrall. "I think..." She trailed off again and I squirmed in her embrace, wanting, needing to hear her continue. "You deserve a reward..."

Reward was one of those words, like pet, and good boy, that elicited a reaction. Not as strong, not as deeply ingrained but one that nonetheless excited me. I shivered again, my cock pulsing. Already at half mast it continued to stiffen.

"But first... some rules." She let go of me, reaching with one hand for my bottle of body wash and continued as she squirted some into her hand. "It's November, and you are not allowed release. That has not changed. No cumming. No matter how good it feels, no matter how much you may want to, no cumming. Am I understood?" The playfulness was still there, but she was firm too.

I nodded and she placed the bottle back on the rack, slowly starting to rub the gel between her palms. "I want you to say it, pet."

"No cumming M'Lady. I don't have permission." Another shiver, a pulse. I was hard enough I could just barely start to feel the ache, the need for attention.

"Good pet." She slowly worked the gel into her hands, creating a thick layer of slick foam. "I want you to remember that as I give you your reward. You do not have permission to release. However..." A shift in her voice again, a hint of glee, wickedness, slips in. "I don't want you to win. Remember? I want to break you, pet." She emphasized this line with a nibble on my ear lobe. I couldn't stop myself from jumping at the sensation. My cock fully erect now. A part of me felt like I should be worried, but I couldn't think clearly enough to piece together why.

"I want you to fail, pet. I want you to face the punishment I have planned for you. I, want you locked away and completely at my mercy... So I'm not going to stop." My breath hitched. The wickedness made sense, a hint of clarity shooting through my mind. My cock pulsed traitorously as it realized what was coming. "I'm going to stroke you, tease you, fuck you with my hands and I'm not going to stop until you release all over them. I'm going to make you lose. And then, I'm going to punish you. I've already decided this is what I want..."

Another shiver. I was almost painfully aware of every point of contact. Her hands, foamy with makeshift lube as they slowly traced down to my crotch. Her breasts, pressing in tighter against my back as she pulled closer. Her lips brushing my ear as she spoke. I squirmed under her attention, one of my hands lifting, reaching. For what I wasn't sure.

"Hands against the wall pet." I couldn't help but obey and pressed both palms against the shower wall. Her hands reached my groin and they spent a moment trailing over and around their ultimate destination. "They will stay there until we're done. And we'll be done, when you are spent..." Her hands finally settle, one gently cupping my balls, the other wrapping firmly around the base of my cock.

She chuckled and nipped my ear again, firmer this time, as she began to stroke me. She started slow, glacially so, but the pace ramped up steadily. It didn't take long for my squirming to intensify. My breath grew ragged and moans began to escape my lips. I could feel myself drawing closer to that threshold of pleasure, the one that if crossed would seal my fate for the rest of the month.

Her pace slowed, her own breath coming heavier now, but she did not stop. The pace sped and slowed down at her whims but she never stopped. After what felt like an eternity of soft edging she whispered in my ear again.

"Of course... I might change my mind... I may decide to stop... To spare you... To play fair..." She punctuated each line with a long, slow, tight stroke up and down that forced a groan from my lungs. "But.. I won't change my mind by myself... You'd need to beg."

My breath hitched again, a slow, low moan leaking out of me, squeezed out of me like the pre from my tip. "M'Lady?"

"You heard me, pet." A rapid series of strokes brought me close to the edge before she pulled back and slowed down. "You." Stroke, "Must." Stroke. "Beg." Stroke. "Beg me to not make you cum pet. Beg me, and maybe... maybe... I'll stop..."

I could imagine her flushed with arousal, mischievous smile plastered across her face. A choice to beg for denial or enjoy one fleeting orgasm and face punishment. I groaned, the agony of the choice slipping into the world.

My voice was quiet. "Please..."

"Please what pet? Be specific?" Her pace began to rise again.

"Please stop M'Lady..."

"Stop what pet?" Her hand pumped faster and I could feel myself drawing closer. The predicament lent greater power to each movement of her hand, each pulse of my cock. The edge was close.

"Please stop stroking me M'Lady."

"Again pet." Faster.

"Please stop stroking me M'Lady." My voice a little louder, struggling for full breaths.

"I don't believe you want that. You need to convince me." Faster. I could feel my mind starting to shift, the pleasure, the sensation pushing my thinking mind to the back.

"Plllleeeease M'Lday... " I whimpered. "Please don't make me cum." Her grip tightened. I was close. And if I reached the edge and she didn't stop I'd topple off with no hope of recovery. Not at this pace. "Please don't make me cum M'Lady. Please stop." The whimpers continued. "Please deny me and leave me a quivering mess." Desperation crept in, the edge only a few strokes away. "Please please please M'Lady!"

I hit that edge, my cock strained as I tightened my pelvic muscles, trying to hold on for just a moment more... and then it was over. No pressure. No stroking. I breathed heavy, shaky, leaning against the wall as I focused. Her hands wrapped around my chest once more, hugging me close, quiet as I focused.

After a few moments I slowly unclenched, careful until I was certain I no longer stood at the precipice. I let go and sagged slightly, my cock bouncing and straining now it wasn't actively controlled, eager for more.

A murmur in my ear. "Such a shame... So close... But, never let it be said I don't listen to my pet's wants." One hand shifted, running across my chest and pulling free. I felt it settle in my wet hair, gently stroking. We stood like that for a moment, my breathing coming back under my control. She nuzzled into my neck, holding me close and gentle. In spite of the denial, the frustration, I felt myself smile, felt myself relax.

Finally, she shifted, pulling away. "Now, why don't we get you cleaned up. You can put your hands down now." They dropped to my sides and I turned to face her. "Then you can help clean me up, since I'm in here." I smiled, looking her in the eyes. The playfulness was there, but the command, the mischief, was gone. Replaced with compassion. "Afterward we can go lie down, put on a movie and cuddle. Sound good?"

"Absolutely."