Eyes of Dominance

“Babe, stop squirming so much” he chastised, shifting her on his lap. She laid face down across his seated legs, nude except for chastity belt locked around her groin. They had been watching TV like this for a little over an hour, with his hand massaging her bare cheeks and inner thighs absentmindedly. 

“I can’t help it!” she whined, her hips unconsciously pulsing and bucking under his touch. Her desire had been at a fever pitch all day, and the way his fingers ran across her sensitive exposed regions had her body practically dancing with need.

“Well, you’re making it quite hard to pay attention” he joked, smacking her rear for emphasis. She couldn’t contain the embarrassing moan that slipped from her lips.

“Oh I’m sorry, you think it’s hard for you to focus?” she grumbled incredulously.

“I don’t know what’s bothering you” he replied evenly, and she could hear the mocking smile on his lips.

“C’mon, you know exactly what you’re doing” she groaned, then gasped as his fingers traced the edge of the belt down towards her needy center, lifting up at the leather material just a bit.

“Oh, this?” he said with amusement. “I don’t know what the issue is. You’re nice and locked up precisely so we don’t have to worry about that.”

“But it’s the only thing I can think about!” she whined again. Normally she’d be mortified at admitting such a thing, but over three weeks of edging and denial had stripped away such concerns of dignity.

“Well it’s clearly working” he tutted. “Before we locked you up your behavior was on a steep decline. Remember how many times I had to punish you weekly? But ever since putting this on you, I’ve seen a marked improvement in your attitude. Besides, it’s not as if I haven’t unlocked you for edges.”

“Yeah, but it’s getting close to a month since I’ve had an orgasm” she pressed. She rotated her body and sat up slightly, looking him in the eye as she lounged across him. “Don’t you think I deserve a reward for such good behavior?”

He raised an eyebrow at her question, then pondered it thoughtfully. “But if restricting your orgasms has worked so well to improve your behavior, why would I risk that improvement by letting you cum?”

“So you’re just going to deny me forever?” she questioned. “That’s not fair, and is only going to backfire in the long term. Good girls need rewards too.”

He looked at her again, a dark smirk creeping across his face. “Oh, so you’re saying that you won’t behave yourself if I don’t do what you want?”

“That’s not what I’m saying.” She frowned. “I only meant-“

“Because it sounds like you’re trying to threaten me with bad behavior if I don’t let you orgasm.” he interrupted her. “That’s not something a good girl that deserves to cum does, is it?”

“N-no… sir” she sputtered. “That’s not what I meant though; I was only saying that letting me cum when I’ve been good gives me a good incentive to keep up the behavior.”

He looked thoughtful. “Maybe… but if you’re able to earn orgasms with good behavior, then that, in a sense, allows you control over your pleasure. That seems counterproductive. As far as incentives go, I thought avoiding punishment was effective enough. Is that not true?”

She paused, feeling uneasy at his insinuations. She felt as if something bad was brewing on her horizons. “I wouldn’t say that…” she said carefully.

“You know, it’s been a little while since you’ve received a punishment. Perhaps you’ve forgotten what it feels like, and that’s why you’re worried about incentives. Well, there’s one way to fix that.”

He lifted her upper body off of him, then took her ear snug between his fingers and stood up, dragging her painfully to her feet despite her protesting groans.

“I think we need to take a trip over to the spanking chair to remind you exactly what misbehavior will feel like” he said with an amused tone. He grabbed the hairbrush on the coffee table with his free hand and began to march her across the room towards the kitchen, where the dreaded chair sat ritualistically in the corner.

“No! Please sir, I’ll be good; I promise! I don’t need to cum… I’m sorry for being pushy…” she whined and pleaded. Still, the grip on her ear was tight and painful, and she couldn’t help but stumble after him into the kitchen, her protests ignored.

“Please, don’t pretend that you’re not dripping wet at the thought of going over my knee for real” he said dismissively. 

It was true, she was practically leaking after his earlier teasing and the prospect of even more stimulation, however painful. But she tried to ignore her traitorous body and begged again.

“Please don’t, sir… I’ll be good. I don’t need a spanking, I’ll behave!”

He suddenly stopped tugging her towards the kitchen and looked at her with discerning eyes.

“Hmm... perhaps I should believe you. Are you going to be a good girl for me, even without the promise of an orgasm?”

“Yes sir…” she answered breathlessly, nodding and wincing at the vice grip he still held on her ear. Gone was her playful and defiant persona. She was now the image of a pliant, well mannered girl desperate to avoid punishment.

He studied her with cool amusement for a moment, then released her ear. 

“Okay. Prove it to me. Show me how eager you are to please” he commanded, his voice low and throaty. His now free hand pointed to his waist.

She knew what that voice and gesture meant. Wasting no time, she quickly dropped to her knees and pulled at the waistband of his sweatpants, taking his boxers down with them. Then she took his rapidly growing cock into her mouth and started to suck.

She heard him groan appreciably as the hairbrush clattered to the floor and his hands snaked into her hair, his flesh quickly swelling to full mast. She diligently worked her tongue over his shaft as she moved up and down his length. She was never the most enthusiastic with blowjobs in the past, but the past few weeks had taught her to prioritize his pleasure, and so she threw herself into the act with as much passion as she could muster. Her efforts seemed to be effective.

“Y’know, you’re making quite the convincing argument” he sighed contently. “Perhaps you’re right. A little reward might not be the worst thing in the world.”

She didn’t look up, but felt his gaze on her as if appraising her. 

“It has been quite a while since I’ve fucked you properly” he thought out loud. “What has it been, two weeks? I thought that maybe you would have more self control during sex, and you almost had an accident and came. Isn’t that right?”

She felt her face flush at the memory, but nodded as she continued servicing him.

“It’s only been blowjobs since then. And don’t get me wrong, I enjoy those just fine. But part of me misses fucking you. Perhaps it’s time to lift that restriction.”

She moaned lewdly on his dick, her needy slit clenching involuntarily in its prison at the prospect in his words. She scant remembered needing anything more than she needed to be fucked right now, and despite herself she began to hope that he would let her orgasm and this was all a mental game to mess with her.

“Of course, you are not going to cum” he added flippantly, as if on a whim, and her burgeoning hopes were quickly dashed. “I meant what I said before. Your orgasms are mine. I solely decide when they happen, good behavior or not.”

“Moreover,” he continued, “I don't think you should be unlocked yet, even for sex. You haven’t yet proven to me that you won’t have an accident. Cumming without permission would make you a very bad girl, and that’s not the goal, is it? Luckily for us, there’s another hole aside from the one currently in use that is accessible while you’re in your belt, and it comes with less risk of an orgasm.”

She momentarily stopped her sucking as his cheerful words ran through her. He was going to fuck her in the ass. That was a first. She had learned to accept butt plugs, and had taken his fingers and other insertions without much fuss, but never had they broached the topic of anal sex. Until now.

Unable to stop herself, she whined in displeasure, vibrating the cock still within her mouth. He let out a low, throaty moan, then asked a question.

“Oh, is that a lack of enthusiasm I hear? Maybe I should give you a nice, hard whipping with my belt before I fuck you tonight. I thought you were trying to convince me that you’ll be a good girl for me regardless of whether you’re allowed to cum. Was I right before? Do you need to be reminded what punishment feels like?”

She quickly shook her head from side to side in protest, mumbling apologies along his shaft. He carefully pulled himself from her lips and placed his hand under her chin, forcing her to look up at him from her knees. 

“I want you to ask for it then. Ask me to fuck you; be specific in how I’m going to do it.”

Her stomach flipped with nerves, her pussy ached with the need to be touched, but she pushed that all aside and looked up at him with wide eyes and replied with a shaky voice.

“W-will you please fuck me in my ass while I wear my b-belt, sir?”

He smiled and clicked his tongue. “A little reluctant for my tastes. Are you really sure you want it?”

She swallowed, her jaw muscles sore from giving such a passionate blowjob. She steeled herself, and tried again, this time her voice humming with desperation.

“Will you please fuck my ass, sir? With my chastity belt on, so I don’t have an orgasm? I want to prove that I can be a good girl…” 

He smiled at her. “Much better. And yes, I think I will.” 

Her instinct was to look away in embarrassment, but he held her chin tightly and his gaze turned serious. 

“I think we’re going to have sex like this all of next week. I want you to prove to me you can handle having sex without cumming. If you can do that, then we can start having normal sex again. And, should you continue being a good girl, I might consider letting you orgasm sometime soon. But that will be entirely up to me, and nothing else. Do you understand?”

Her heart and mind warred over the mixed feelings she was experiencing, but her aching pussy had no such notions of pride or fairness, and so it answered for her.

“Yes, sir. Thank you sir.”

He eyed her for a moment, and then released her chin. He gave her a slight smile. 

“Good girl. But we’ll worry about all that later tonight. Right now, I think you have a job to finish. Show me how much you appreciate the opportunity to get fucked” he ordered, his hand stroking his cock to keep its hardness.

Once again, she leaned forward and took his length down her throat. She might have thought this whole situation was unfair, or that she was demeaning herself solely for his amusement, but none of that mattered compared to the all encompassing need between her legs, safely locked away. She would do anything she needed to in order to relieve that desire sooner rather than later. She needed no further incentive.