Morning Tease

You woke up to the feeling of something warm and slightly sticky on your stomach. Your cock was still half hard, resting against your skin, and there was a small damp spot on the sheets beneath you. Carrie was already awake, lying on her side facing you with her head propped on one hand. Her long brown hair was messy from sleep and she had that same sweet smile on her face, though her eyes looked brighter than usual.

She noticed you stirring and glanced down at the mess.

"Morning, ****," she said softly, then giggled. "Looks like somebody leaked all over himself during the night. There is a little puddle right here." She reached out and ran one finger through the dried precum on your stomach. "You were really worked up last night, huh? My poor denied ****."

You nodded, still groggy. The memory of everything she had done came rushing back.

Carrie scooted a little closer, her bare breasts brushing your arm.

"Last night was really fun," she said, her voice carrying that playful lilt. "I did not expect to like it this much. The way you kept twitching every time I stopped stroking you… and how **** you sounded when I was sitting on your face. I could feel you trying so hard not to cum." She let out a small happy sigh. "I think my favorite game is watching you get ****. Really close, then I just take it away. It makes me feel powerful in a way I have never felt before."

She reached down and wrapped her fingers loosely around your cock. It responded immediately, thickening in her hand.

"I want to keep doing that a lot," she continued, giving you a slow stroke. "Not every single time, but often. I like seeing how far I can push my **** before he starts begging."

You let out a quiet groan as she stroked you again, deliberately slow and steady.

While she played with you she kept talking, her tone casual and cheerful.

"We should set some rules so we both know what is okay," she said. She gave your cock a firmer squeeze at the base, then went back to slow strokes. "First one is easy. You do not get to cum unless I say so. Ever. Even if I am not around. That one is non negotiable for my ****."

Another slow stroke. She watched your face the whole time.

"Second, when we are playing you call me Mistress. I want to be called Mistress. Goddess is okay too, but Mistress feels more fun right now."

She paused her stroking for a few seconds, just holding you, then started again.

"Third, I get to decide how we play. If I want to edge you for an hour or make you lick me while I ignore your cock, that is what happens. You can always say no if something is too much, but I want you to at least try the things I suggest for my ****."

Her hand never stopped moving. She kept the pace just slow enough that you could feel the pleasure building, but not fast enough to get you anywhere close yet. Every few strokes she would speed up slightly, then slow down again when your breathing changed.

"I also want to try some new things soon," she added, sounding excited. "Like making you stay denied for a whole day while I tease you whenever I feel like it. Or having you clean me up with your tongue after I cum. Stuff like that. But we can figure it out as we go."

She gave you a few faster strokes. Your back started to arch off the bed as the pleasure built hard and fast. She kept going right to the edge, then suddenly stopped completely.

Your hips jerked upward in a sudden involuntary hump, chasing her hand.

Carrie laughed, bright and delighted.

"Oh my god, look at that," she said, clearly pleased. "My ****'s cock is so **** it is humping the air now. That was really close, was it not? I could feel it twitching like crazy in my hand."

She waited until your breathing slowed a little, then wrapped her fingers around you again and resumed the slow, teasing strokes.

"I like that reaction," she said. "The arching and the little hump. I am going to try to make that happen more often."

She kept edging you while she spoke, bringing you right back to the edge a second time. Your back arched again and your hips gave another small **** jerk before she pulled her hand away completely.

"See? There it is again," she teased, giggling. "My **** really wants to cum, does he not? Too bad. Not today."

She gave your cock one last light pat, then let go.

She sat up and stretched, then glanced down at herself.

"I need to clean myself up," she said casually, as if the thought had just occurred to her. She stood and started walking toward the bathroom without looking back. After a few steps she paused and turned her head over her shoulder.

"Are you coming?"

Her tone was light, almost an afterthought, but there was no real question in it. She already expected you to follow.