He was naked and she fully dressed, her hand a blur as she knelt in front of him and pumped his hard cock.
"Oh, God," he reached out to hold on to something. But he just too far away from the dining table to steady himself against the explosion that was building within him. He looked down, but dared not grab her head. So he just lifted his eyes to heaven and let out a long low moan.
She kept on pumping his cock, her eyes fixed on the task at hand, regardless of the effect it had on him. She kept her as she focused entirely his cock right in front of it, She looked down the length of his cock, as if staring down the barrel of a gun.
"No," he grunted. "No. Oh, no!"
Her lips curled in a tight smile as she tightened her grip and increased her speed.
"No!" he knew she had him.
She looked up, her hand not slacking the pace one iota as his balls tightened and his hips started to jerk.
"Yes!" he threw his head back as his cock jerked in her hand.
Splat!
Hot cum scalded her cheek
Splat! Splat!
More followed in her hair and on her forehead.
Splat. Splat. Splat.
All across her face and, splat, one more into her open mouth.
She kept on pumping. Working his cock for all she was worth. But he was spent, just giving one long moan as his cock started to soften.
She dropped his cock. Glancing in disgust at the cum on her hand as she scrunched up her face and spat out his cum. One, two, three, hard spits.
He caught his breath and looked down at her. He knew he was in trouble now, the afterglow of orgasm quickly washed away by the adrenaline of fear.
"Baby wipes," she snapped.
Oh, shit, he thought, how could I forget, as he turned and got a packet from the table. He hurried back, fumbling to pull one from the packet as he bent down to offer it to her.
She snatched it from his hand and started to clean herself. He just stood there quietly giving her one after another as she wiped his cum from her skin. When she was finished she just sat there for a moment gathering herself.
"So I thought we'd agreed on ten minutes," she looked up at him.
"Yes, Miss," he never felt more naked than when he stood in front of her.
"You did remember we'd agreed on ten minuets?" she threw the dirty babywipes onto the floor.
"Yes, Miss," he repeated, knowing that he hadn't lasted anywhere near that time.
She held up the stopwatch with the display turned towards him. "And how long did you wait before you took your pleasure?"
He looked at the time displayed. "Four minutes and fifty seven seconds," he read.
"Four minutes and fifty seven seconds," she shook her head. "That's not even half way."
"No, Miss," his voice was barely a whisper.
"I think you're being a little bit selfish," she stood. "A little bit ungrateful."
"Yes, Miss," he kept his eyes downcast.
"So," she smoothed down her skirt. "What are we to do?"
"Do? Miss," he looked up.
"About your selfish behavior."
"My behavior, Miss?"
"Yes," she looked him in the eye. "Your inappropriate emission of ejaculate."
"I'm sorry, Miss," was all he could say. But he knew it wasn't enough.
"If I had known that you were not going to wait the full ten minutes, I would have aimed your penis away from my face."
"Your face, Miss," his eyes focused on a stray strand of cum that still decorated her hair.
"But as you selfishly took your own pleasure without any regard for me, I got covered in your... your... emanations." She looked down at her blouse, "You even got it on my clothes."
"Sorry, Miss," he looked down, not daring to mention the cum that was still in her hair.
She turned and walked over to a cupboard leaving him standing naked in the middle of the room. Half opening the door she reached inside and took something out. He couldn't see what it was and she held her hand behind her back as she walked back to him.
"Am I not good to you?" she asked.
"Good, Miss?"
"Do I not treat you fairly and with consideration?"
"Yes, Miss."
"Do I not let you live in my beautiful home?"
"Yes, Miss."
"Do I not let you worship my pussy every night?"
"Yes, Miss."
"And in return on the first Tuesday of each month I unlock your cage and give you a handjob," she said.
"Yes, Miss."
"And all that I ask from you is that you wait ten minutes before you take your pleasure."
"Yes, Miss."
She looked him in the eye, "Now is ten minutes too much to ask? Am I being unreasonable?"
"Yes, um, I mean no, Miss."
She looked at him for a long moment. He tried to meet her gaze but he couldn't do it. But even when he dropped his eyes to the floor he could still feel her eyes burn into him. For the longest time she just stood there looking at him. Her gaze searing him to his soul.
"So I think you had better bend over now," she turned to face the dinning table, its polished surface clear of any objects.
He pulled himself together. "Um, yes, Miss." He turned to face the table but made no move towards it.
"Come now," she teased. "No need to be shy."
Slowly he walked over and stood in front of the table. He turned to look at her. She just smiled. He knew what to do. Pressing his hips against the edge of the table he stretched as far as he could across the polished table top. He knew just how polished it was as it was part of his duties to polish it every day. Stretching as far as he could he was just barely able to hooking his fingertips on the far side of the table.
"That's a good boy," she walked behind him.