Disobedient

I arrive home with a mix of relief and nervousness.

The situation at work had been intense and the experience with Bia's challenge still echoed in my mind.

I felt a sense of relief at having avoided possible further embarrassment, but also anxiety about how I would explain my refusal to Bia.

When I open the door, I find Bia waiting for me in just her panties and bra in the living room, with a mysterious smile on her lips, and holding a small box in her hands. My heart skips a beat when I see her.

Bia...", I murmur, trying to hide my emotions under a neutral appearance.

She approaches with grace, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she watches me intently.

"Hello, my love," she says, her soft voice laced with irony.

"How was your day?" I swallow hard, trying to find the right words to explain what happened.

"It was... Good...", I reply, choosing my words carefully.

Bia arches an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by my simple answer.

“Oh, really?”, she comments, with a suggestive smile.

"But what about my challenge? I was looking forward to seeing the test... Did you do it?" I feel my stomach twist with nervousness as I try to come up with a plausible explanation.

"Bia, about that... I kind of decided not to go through with the challenge," I admit, looking away momentarily.

She raises an eyebrow, her dark eyes fixed on me.

"Oh, really? And may I know why?", she asks, her tone graceful but stern.

I sigh, feeling uncomfortable under his discerning gaze.

“I… I… I tried to do it… But Felipe went into the bathroom when I was there… I almost got caught then…” “So you decided to disobey me, right naughty?” Bia has a professorial tone, as if she was scolding her disobedient student.

I feel a chill run down my spine as Bia watches me with that mix of amusement and authority.

"Bia, I just... I can't...", Bia presses her index finger to my lips, making me shut up.

“I know exactly what to do with a disobedient little boy, or should I say... Little girl?”, Bia starts to undress me just like she did last night, which makes me very excited.

She leaves me in just my panties and bra, after pulling the fabric of the panties a little, revealing my small length, which is already hard from so much excitement.

Look how naughty… Your little grill is already hard.

Do you want a blowjob, do you?”, still in a professorial tone, Bia teases me.

“Oh… Yes, please my love…” I respond excited by his suggestion.

Bia smiles mischievously, pulls down my panties and takes an ice cube from the drinks table we have in the living room, and gently rubs it all over my member.

I feel a shiver run through my body at the cold sensation.

Babe..?", I murmur, my voice a little shaky with the mix of sensations.

"What are you doing?" Bia smiles mysteriously, her eyes shining with mischief.

"Just relax, my sweetie. You'll still have your blowjob...", despite the promise, I remain suspicious of Bia, after all, my penis becomes softer and softer as she continues.

Bia looks at me with a mocking smile, noticing my anxiety and the state of my member.

Aww... Look how shriveled my little girl has become...”, Bia mocks, her voice tinged with malice, as she watches my member wither under the effect of the ice.

The feeling of exposure and helplessness consumes me as I try to swallow the lump of shame in my throat.

I feel like a toy in Bia's hands, subject to her wishes and whims.

While I was still struggling to process the humiliation caused by Bia's mocking words, she reveals the contents of the small box she had brought, a small pink device, and a key, which she keeps inside her own bra.

I watch with curiosity mixed with anxiety, trying to decipher what that could be.

“What is this?” I ask, my voice shaking with the uncertainty of what is to come.

Bia smiles gracefully, as if she were about to reveal a delicious secret.

“That, my dear, is a little surprise I prepared for my naughty girl,” she responds, keeping a playful tone in her voice.

As she explains, her nimble fingers begin to install the device around my small member, a strange and unexpected sensation.

"This is an erection control device," she continues, her voice flowing smoothly as she works.

"It'll make sure my little princess doesn't get any unwanted erections...", he adds with a mischievous smile.

I feel a shiver of anxiety run down my spine as Bia secures the device around my member.

My mind is in turmoil, struggling to accept the reality of what is happening.

Sweetheart... I think these jokes are going too far...", I protest shyly, my voice wavering with the mix of fear and uncertainty.

Bia locks the device with a distinct click, her mocking smile indicating that she is fully aware of my fears.

"Ah, my dear…", she says with a condescending tone, "You should think about the consequences before disobeying your loved one's orders. You're sorry, aren't you?"