I tried to be slow and deliberate, not hurrying. Pet thrust her hips upward to increase the pressure on her little swollen bean. I felt her body begin to tighten as her hand clasped my leg. It moved up and began squeezing my rock-hard cock.
It took every bit of concentration to keep focused on her pending orgasm. Pet's breathing became shallow, with moans interspersed. Her grip on my cock hadn't waned any. Her body began to rock slowly back and forth until she finally tensed, throwing her head back against my shoulder, shuttered then slumped into my arms breathing like she'd just run a sprint.
After a few minutes of recovery, I told her, "Pet, you must suck my cock."
"Of course, Master Jim, I'd love to."
She slipped out of my arms between my legs to the floor. Pet rubbed her petite hand and fingers over the stained bulge in my jeans. She licked the stained spot and unzipped my pants pulling them and my underwear down.
"Oooo, Master Jim, I had no idea that you were this big."
She looked at it with admiration and began to lick it up and down like an ice cream cone that was melting fast in the summer heat. Her tongue slurped around the head and shaft. Her fingers played with my balls. Once her saliva had coated the entirety of my cock, she lowered her mouth over it and began in earnest to suck the life out of me.
It wasn't but a couple of minutes before I flooded her mouth with what she wanted, my cum. She swallowed it all except for a little stream that dribbled out of the corner of her lips. Using her finger, she quickly slurped that up as well.
"Did Pet please Master Jim?
"Yes, Pet, Master Jim is well pleased."
This became a welcome evening routine until I began to realize what a wonderful situation I had fallen into, every man's dream. I actually owned a beautiful, young woman, who would gladly do anything I asked..., no commanded, without question. Like anyone given such power, I knew it could corrupt me, but then my mind would race to all the perverted thoughts running through my head to all the things I ever wanted to do, but was too afraid or embarrassed to ask of my partner at the time.
Over these last couple of weeks, I had really enjoyed watching and making Pet cum; feeling her warmth and wetness as I rubbed her little bean; smelling her sex as she got closer and closer to orgasm; sensing her body giving into the emotional and physical sensation about to erupt through it; watching her expressions change as the impending resultant approached; knowing that I was the initiator of such pleasure in my Pet. It was very emotionally satisfying, and I began to enjoy her orgasms nearly as much as my own.
The seed of an idea began to germinate deep in my amygdala. Wanting to experience the high I received when she came for me became a bit of an obsession. My brain couldn't leave it alone. How could I make her orgasms better, longer, more intense, more satisfying for me as well as Pet?
What if I masturbated her to the edge then stopped, let her rest a minute or two and started again? I've done edging, and when the orgasm is finally allowed to happen, I shoot my cum nearly across the room. I wondered if women could experience the same effect. How would she act? What would she say in that state? How badly would she want to cum? Would she beg?
The plan finally coalesced in my frontal lobe. I wouldn't attempt it all at once. It would be a gradual indoctrination, maybe taking a few weeks.
After Pet arrived home and changed into her evening attire - nothing but her collar and leash, I suggested that we go to the basement.
There's a twin-sized, metal bed frame ideal for binding someone hand and foot.
"Master Jim, why are we down here tonight?"
"I want to increase your pleasure and thought this might help. Lay on the bed, Pet."
"Yes, Master Jim."
"Now, give me your hand," which I secured to the metal bedpost, "and the other one. Good! Now, let's do your feet."
Pet looked beautiful, bound to the bed, spread-eagle with her sky-blue, patent leather collar shimmering in the light. I had purchased several similar colored restraints for her arms and legs. She was totally helpless and completely at my mercy, but she trusted me and wanted to please me, just as I wanted to please her.
I retrieved some water-based lube, put a healthy squirt in my hand to warm it and began to lightly touch Pet's luscious boobs.
"Master Jim, you have a devious look. What are you going to do to me?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
After caressing her tits for several minutes, her nipples had hardened. I was able to raise some goosebumps, too.
Smearing the warmed lube over her slit and clit, I began to roll it between my thumb and forefinger with the lightest pressure. The lube was making a big difference. It mixed with her natural juices to become even more slick.
Her hips began to undulate and reach for more pressure. I took some of the slicky lube and applied it to her nipples and began tweaking them. Whoa, that was a great move because Pet immediately began to moan and thrust her boobs upward.
As I rolled her clit between my fingers, her moans became louder and more guttural. She was feeling it, and it was feeling really good.
"Master Jim, yes, just like that. Mmmm, that's so nice."
I stopped and turned to leave the room.
"Master Jim, where are you going?"
"Pet, I'm going to let you soak in how good that felt for a little bit."
"Wait, come back. Please, Master Jim."
"Don't worry. I'll be back."
I went upstairs for a drink and Pet wasn't the only one who was aroused. My cock was straining at my jeans. I waited until my cock softened before I headed back to the basement.
I spit on my fingers and began rubbing her clit again.
"Master Jim, can I suck your cock, please?"
"No, not yet."
But her comment gave me an idea. I stripped so she could see that I was excited, too. While I massaged her clit, I would rub my cock on her leg so she could feel how hot it was for her.