Meeting Raquel Ch. 07

The rest of the evening was fairly uneventful. We made dinner together and watched a movie. But that was only after I ordered her to hike her skirt up and use the curved vibe on her prostate while I watched. She moaned and groaned the entire time, her caged cock bouncing helplessly as it dripped her precum. "I'm so fucking close, Master...I really want to come," she panted.

"Less than a week, now," was my only reply as she removed the vibe and cleaned up. She had followed me toward the living room until I stopped. "Aren't you forgetting something?" I asked, indicating the small puddle of her precum that had dripped onto the floor.

"Sorry, Master, I'll go clean that up," she responded, turning to go to the kitchen.

"Stop. That's not how you're going to clean that up."

"...What do you want me to do, then, Master?"

I was looking forward to this. "Use your mouth to clean that up."

Raquel flushed bright red. I could tell that she was humiliated by the idea of having to lick her precum up off the floor, and I knew that that was something that aroused her quite a bit. In a tiny voice she answered, "Yes, Master," and got to her knees.

As she bent to use her tongue to clean up, I proclaimed, "From now on this is how you'll clean this up when you edge. Is that clear?"

She let out a low moan. "Yes, Master," she answered between licks. After a few moments, she said, "I'm finished cleaning this up, Master."

"Cleaning what up?"

Still on her knees she looked up at me and blushed again. "My precum, Master."

"Good girl. Get up and come with me," I ordered and led her into the living room.

Once the movie had finished, we headed to the bathroom to restart our previously nightly ritual of me washing her in the shower. She stripped and stepped in after adjusting the water to her taste and I secured her wrists in the cuffs that were attached with suction cups to the shower enclosure's walls. Unlike before, however, I didn't remove her chastity device; running soapy water through it was enough to keep her clean inside it.

Once she was clean I released her and dried her off. Raquel shivered in pleasure and smiled at me. "You take such good care of me."

"I love you," I responded and kissed her.

She took care of drying her cock off, using her hair dryer. It was not recommended to allow the skin that was in the cage stay wet, since it could cause chafing.

That finished, we headed into the bedroom where just like before, I put on locking wrist and ankle cuffs, then blindfolded her.

"I always feel so safe sleeping like this with you, Master."

"I love seeing you like this, baby," I responded, kissing her deeply. She moaned into my mouth and rolled onto her back from her side, allowing me to press my now naked body against hers. I was hard again.

I reached up and took the restraints that we left attached to the bedposts and clipped them to her wrist cuffs as we kissed. "Ohhhh..." she sighed once I had removed my lips from hers.

"I'm going to fuck you and watch you not come, slave girl," I growled. She groaned in frustration but I could tell from her nipples that she was also very turned on. Using an applicator I injected a few ounces of lube in her ass—she had already cleaned herself once she'd finished drying her denied penis—and then rubbed some more on my erection.

Part of me felt guilty about her not being able to achieve an orgasm while I did. I think of myself a considerate lover and usually take great care to ensure that my partner is satisfied before I am. But knowing how much it was going to turn her own and how insatiable she would be in a week allowed me to live with that knowledge as I guided my very stiff cock into her entrance.

"Oh, Master...that feels soooo good," she cooed as I slid deeper, taking care not to hurt her. She squeaked when I bottomed out with my balls resting against her ass. We made love, but there was a passion underneath the tenderness that was undeniable. I kissed her with fierceness but spent just about the same amount of time sucking on and nibbling on her very erect nipples as my hardness slid in and out of her tight asscunt. I hadn't had sex this much in the last twenty-four hours in as long as I could remember. Maybe ever! But I was so turned on by how much of herself Raquel had given over to me that I didn't know if it would ever be enough. Another fierce kiss started with me grabbing her nipples and pinching and twisting them the way that she loved me to, feeling like I was proving to her that she was mine by taking her, and I could feel my balls starting to tighten.

"Ah, fuck!" I cried, bottoming out inside her as I throbbed, pumping what little seed I had left into her. Raquel moaned, clearly enjoying the feeling of having pleased me, but as soon as I was done and softening inside her, the quasi-pout returned. "I love you," I told her between breaths. I tried to pull the blindfold up as gently as I could.

"I love you, too, Master," she replied after a few seconds. "This is really frustrating, though. I still want to come really bad, and it's only Sunday night and you said I couldn't until Friday!"

I pulled her face toward mine, then kissed her with as much tenderness and understanding as I could. "I love you and I appreciate you giving this much control over you, baby. I wouldn't ask you to do this if you couldn't do it or if you didn't enjoy the power exchange. I really mean that."

Her look softened. "I know, but...it's just really frustrating. I guess this is going to take a little getting used to."

"I know. And any time that it's too much, you can always tell me and that thing will be off as soon as I can take it off without hurting you, you know that, right?"

She kissed me back. "Yeah. I'm just not used to not being able to come when I want to."

"Just think of how it will be on Friday," I responded with a grin.

She smiled back. I had been worried that she would have wanted to bail out on this for few minutes. "That's what I'm looking forward to, Master."

"I am, too. And maybe some fun in between," I told her with a grin as I turned off the light. We drifted off to sleep as I held her from behind after I replaced the blindfold over her eyes.

The rest of the week was pretty frustrating for Raquel and a hell of a lot of fun for me. The next day, she edged as she'd been instructed to and licked up her precum and then gotten ready for work. Our schedules weren't exactly the same so I didn't get to watch like I had wanted to, but she promised that that's what happened.

She had to adjust her wardrobe choices to accommodate her new "accessory" but beyond that was just as classy, businesslike, and sexy in her attire as always.

She usually got home before I did, and so after verifying that she was home, waiting until I was about ten minutes out, I sent her a text that had a very simple message: "Welcome wagon."

I was excited as I came through the door. And there she was: kneeling and looking down at the floor, her palms on her thighs. She was still wearing what she'd worn to work but with some modifications. Her blouse was unbuttoned down to her bellybutton and her prodigious breasts had been pulled out, and she had even put on a pair of clover nipple clamps. Her skirt had also been pulled up over her hips and her white lace thing had been pulled to the side so that her caged cock was visible. She was still wearing her garters, stockings, and high heels, too. It did appear that she'd removed her lipstick that she'd worn to work, as it had been replaced with a slutty fire-engine red shade.

"Hi, there!" I said in a jovial tone. "Don't you just look good enough to eat?"

She appeared to try to speak but no sound came out. Raquel's eyes met mine for a moment, then returned to my crotch.

"Don't you think that you should answer my question?" I asked, feigning being annoyed.

Again, she met my eye with a lusty but pleading look. Her mouth moved as if she was trying to talk but no sound came out. She settled for nodding yes. Then her eyes went right back down.

"What, do you want to suck my cock or something?" I asked, sounding disinterested.

Her eyes shot back up and showed only lust this time. Her mouth worked frantically, then she nodded with a high degree of vigor. Her expression changed to one of pleading, then were drawn right back down to my pants.

"Hmm...Now what would make you want that?" I asked, seemingly to no one. I unbuckled my belt and she watched with rapt attention.

Inspiration struck. I stopped and headed toward the living room. "Follow me," I called out over my shoulder.

I had made some modifications to the "Welcome Wagon" trigger since I had implanted it in her subconscious. I had added to it that not only could she not speak until I unloaded in her mouth, but that she was forbidden from moving unless told to. Even then, if told to move, if she wasn't told otherwise, Raquel would have to crawl to her destination.

I settled in my usual spot on the couch and watched her crawl toward me. Another change had been that she would at all times move as sexily as was possible. It was both entertaining and arousing to watch her crawling, putting one hand in front of the other with her back arched, swaying her hips as much as possible, with a look of frustrated lust on her face. She was blushing at the same time which somehow made it hotter. It only added to it that she was being very careful not to run her rather expensive stockings as she crawled across the carpet.

She reached me and sat back on her heels again, despite the fact that I had my pants and boxers around my ankles and my manhood was standing proud.

"Should I let you suck my cock...?" I wondered aloud. She shot me a look that was mostly dirty but also partly humiliated and aroused.

"Hmm...I guess that I probably should let you get what you want at least some of the time," I acquiesced. "You may."

Raquel turned into a woman possessed. She managed to wrap her lips around my tip, use her lips and tongue to pull my foreskin back, then swirl her tongue as she kept taking more and more of me in, skillfully licking, sucking, and swallowing, until the head of my dick was in her throat and her lips were around the very base of my shaft. It was better than anything I had ever had and I think that it's been established by now that Raquel is a masterful cocksucker.

But this was so much more. She would draw off, breathing in, until my head was all that was in her mouth. She'd tongue my foreskin, then again pull it back using only her mouth, breathing in the whole time she was swirling and sucking her way down until I was once again buried in her throat. She would then keep swirling her tongue while swallowing, her tight throat massaging my crown with the most delicious pressure. Then she would repeat the whole thing. I couldn't help but groan. This was magical.

I'd like to report that I lasted for something absurd like twenty minutes, but a blowjob of this caliber can't be described, and I won't lie and say that I lasted for more than four or five minutes. Maybe not even that long, it's not like I had a stopwatch, and even if I had, I wouldn't have been paying attention to it.

I could only grab her head—I was beyond words at this point—and hold it down as I hit a mind-blowing climax. "UggghhhhhhhhhhAHHHAHHHHHHAHHAHAHAHAHHHHH!" was all that I could manage. I started to almost convulse after the first blast of my cum shot down her throat, because she kept that crazy swallowing up, which only heightened my ecstasy.

I finally released her, and then we were both gasping for breath. "Holy SHIT! That was incredible! You have outdone yourself!"

She looked up at me with nothing but innocence on her face. "Did I do something good, Master?"

I could only laugh. "Yes, you fantastic bitch! I have never had anything like that! You must have been practicing or something. If you have been, I don't need to know. A surprise like that is always welcome." And it was true; I didn't care whether she was just turned on or if she'd been practicing. The way that my whole body was humming was proof that it was universally a GOOD THING.

She grinned. "Thank you, Master. It was weird but really hot to not be able to talk like that."

"I have to use that more often," I muttered. I don't know if she heard me or not. She got up on the couch and snuggled up to me and we just sat there and held each other for a few moments.

Eventually I had to pull my pants back on, and we got on with the rest of the evening. It was normal for us when you considered our lifestyle. She rearranged her panties and skirt, and put her enormous tits back into her bra but left the clamps on, then buttoned her blouse back up.

We made dinner together and talked as we ate, then watched some TV until we were tired, at which point we headed to the bathroom. I was careful to minister to her nipples once the clamps came off, licking and kissing with as much gentleness as I could muster. Once she had stripped so that all that was on her body was her cock cage, I put her in her restraints in the shower and washed her, then dried her off. One of the effects of the orgasm denial trigger was that she was only allowed to touch herself if the cage was off if it was related to cleanliness. And it would stay soft if it wasn't confined.

Once it was back on, she was allowed to get hard again. She didn't right away, since I think we were both so tired. I didn't even have the energy to fuck her that night. Between the previous weekend's activities and that stellar blowjob, I was completely sated.

The next few days were relatively uneventful. They went pretty much the same as that Monday. We'd get up and get ready for work, she would edge and clean up her pre, then get dressed, and we went to work. I did the same thing as the day before on my way home and had the most cosmic blowjob imaginable. Then we'd make dinner together and watch TV before getting ready for bed and falling asleep.

Thursday was different, however. A little while after lunchtime, I got a text from Tina. "Id luv another hypno session with you when ur free, sir" was all that it read. My stomach took an excited jump. I made a quick call with Raquel, speaking obliquely enough that none of my coworkers would have any idea what I was really talking about but just specific enough that she understood my meaning. She was definitely on board with the idea of hosting Tina, especially, she told me, because she was excited to see me use hypnosis to compel someone else the way that I did her. I made another quick call to arrange the details with Christina and tried to get back to work.

The end of the work day seemed like it would never come but eventually did. I got home as quickly and legally as I could. When I walked through the door, Raquel still was kneeling by the front door. Her head was aimed at the floor and her hands were on her thighs, a very submissive position. She was wearing a royal blue silk robe that seemed to come down to about her mid-thigh.

As I helped her up, first kissing the back of her hand and then her lips, I saw that not only was the robe that color but so were her high heels. Five-inch pumps, of course. She was also wearing a light blue garter belt and matching sheer stockings. "You look fantastic," I breathed after our kiss broke.

Raquel smiled back up at me. Her eyes were full of love. "Thank you, Master. I'm glad that you like the way that I look."

"I love it. Have you talked to Tina?"

"She said she's only about twenty minutes out."

"Good." I kissed her again. "Do you mind clearing out while I'm working on her? It's really good for the subject to be as relaxed as possible and having someone else around could make her nervous."

"Of course not," she said. "Just as long as I get to enjoy the results!"

I grinned. "I think that we both will."

We ended up in the kitchen as we caught each other up on how our days had gone. "Do you want me to be getting things ready to eat?" Raquel asked.

"As long as you're talking about dinner, that would be great."

"Get your mind out of the gutter."

I guffawed. "This coming from the woman whose cock is locked away, has allowed me to hypnotize her, and routinely loves being tied up and fucked silly!"

She assumed a mock holier-than-thou tone. "I don't know how you could have inferred that I was talking about anything other than making dinner, my Master." Then she broke and giggled herself.

I grinned and kissed her. "You're fantastic. Have I ever told you that?"

"You're not so bad yourself, sir."

A knock at the door interrupted our banter. I gave her a quick peck then headed to the door.

I opened it and Tina stood there. "Wow." That was all that I could manage. She was in a white sun dress that had a halter top and showed quite a bit of her generous cleavage. The only other clothing that I could see that she was wearing was a pair of white pumps that had a strap, about an inch wide, which buckled around her ankle. It was very much a subtle nod to her submissive nature. Even when she's dressed all vanilla in public, she's still tied up, even if it's just a little bit. Most people wouldn't have noticed the tiny hasp built into the buckle, but I did. With the right equipment her shoes could be padlocked on.

Tina's hair was done in loose curls that fell down to her shoulders. Her makeup was sexy but understated as well.

"Please, come in!" I exhorted.

"Thank you, sir."

As I closed the door behind her, I heard another set of heels clacking across the tile floor. "Tina!" Raquel exclaimed as they embraced and kissed. I had to clear my throat to get them to separate.

"Sorry, Sir."

"Sorry, Master."

Then Tina leaned over and whispered something to Raquel. With a bashful smile Raquel nodded yes. Tina giggled and made an, "Ooooh!" sound.

"Now, now. Secrets are hurtful," I said, way over-pronouncing my "s" sounds in a parody of a stereotypical "gay" character. The joke worked.

"Tina was just asking me what the lump that rubbed up against her leg was and I told her it was a chastity cage, Master. I wasn't trying to hide anything, and I don't think she was, either."

"Definitely not," Tina was quick to agree.

"Ladies," I began, walking over to them and putting an arm around each of their waists, "I was kidding. It's fine."

"Do you want me to get started with dinner, Master?" Raquel asked.

"Um...why don't you get started in about twenty minutes?"

"Sounds good, Master."

"What are you making?" Tina asked.

"Fettuccine Alfredo with chicken and broccoli. It's one of his favorites."

"It's one of mine, too. Some places make the Alfredo sauce too heavy, though," Tina commented.

"Hers isn't. It's damn near perfect," I interjected.

"I'm looking forward to it!" Tina said. They kissed and then Tina and I both watched the sway of Raquel's hips as she walked away.

"She's so gorgeous," Tina breathed.

"You're not kidding," I agreed. "Come with me," I said as I headed in the other direction toward our home office.

"How are you feeling?" I asked once we were seated.

"I'm a little nervous but mostly excited, Sir."

"Why don't you take a deep breath and try to relax some?" I asked. I got up. "I just need to adjust the blinds so the lighting is more subdued," I explained.

Once it was relatively dark in the room, I asked her again. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm still a little bit nervous but less than I was, Sir."

"Excellent. Tina, be a good girl and go to sleep."

Post-hypnotic suggestions sometimes need to be reinforced. If they're not invoked regularly, then sometimes their effects wane. This was one hundred percent not the case with Tina. Her eyes closed, she gave a deep sigh, and her whole body seemed to melt into the couch. After just a moment, she let out a great, satisfied sigh. "Thank you...for bring...ing...me...back here..."