A (frustrating) night together

Although at first I was **** to kiss her back, my tongue immediately sought her tongue. The frustrated erection in my chastity device made me let go of a frustrated groan that only found a smile on her face. She dragged her hand up my ass and when the elevator door opened she smacked me.

"Let's go, kid. Room 205."

We got to the hotel room and she pushed me into bed.

"Take off your clothes, will you?" she said

I immediately obeyed and undressed in front of her, with only my cock covered by the chastity device. My excitement was evident to her.

"Looks like the little bird wants to get out of the nest. Not tonight, Jon. Tonight your gift is another task," she said, throwing herself on the bed beside me and caressing my naked body, "I like it when a man takes care of himself, Jon.

I went to answer but she put her finger to my lips and asked me to shut up.

"Tonight you're the entertainment, so put your hands behind your back and turn around. " She said as she looked through her purse for a satin ribbon and pulled it out. He took off his shoes with one foot movement and straddled my ass, tying his hands behind my back. He turned me over and bowed to me. It was just a few inches from my mouth and I couldn't help but look at his, half open in an invitation. I bent down to kiss her and was greeted by a slap that didn't hurt me much but completely dislocated me.

"We had agreed that you were my toy"she purred "Not the other way around... And I play with my toys the way I want to play it."

Her thug attitude pissed me off but at the same time really excited me about the degree of control she had over my body. My dick was trying to harden uselessly in its cage. She must have noticed because she threw me on the ground and demanded that I put into practice with her feet what she had done via webcam the day before.

With my hands tied behind my back and kneeling down, I bowed my head before the foot I was lying on and kissed his back. I felt exposed and humiliated, how could such a thin and seemingly fragile girl exercise so much control over me? Part of me wanted to jump on her and make her get pissed off. The other one wanted to please her and see what else she had in store for me. I kept kissing, back, instep, toes, plantar toes. I was anxious, with butterflies in my stomach and an impossible erection to satisfy so I ran forward. I kissed and licked her feet and when he told me to, I kept going up her legs until I reached her thighs. She pulled up her skirt and showed me a perfect pussy, totally shaved and with the little, open, lippy pussy through her fingers.

"Lick, boy"

He didn't have to tell me twice. My tongue caressed her lips and penetrated her wet pussy. She took my head and held it tight against her vagina. I suctioned and our moans of frustration and pleasure began to mix. She was beutifull when she recived pleasure, her body arched in excitement and her eyelids closed. I couldn't stop, I felt out of my mind as I stroked her clitoris with my humid tongue. I don't know how long it took, but she ended up coming and soaking me. With her foot she gently pushed me away and I stood there looking at her, mesmerized. Still recovering from her orgasm. I found myself saying.

"Thank you, Queen."

And she smiled.

When she recovered a little, she untied me and told me to prepare a bath for us. With my wrists free I ran to the tub and started filling it with hot water.

Do you want some foam?

Yes," she replied.

I foamed and waited for her to arrive. She came before me naked. She was really pretty. He looked me in the eye and nodded his head to get into the tub. She got behind me and lay on me, stroking the arm around her.

Did you enjoy yourself, Jon?

"It's been strange. I mean, eating your pussy knowing I'd only get more frustrated... But I loved it."

"Good boy," she said and planted a kiss on my forehead.

After lying there for a while she asked me to wash him. It was a strange situation, caressing her body with the sponge, cleaning every inch of her skin. When I got to her legs she couldn't help it and I kissed her on the buttock. She suddenly looked at me seriously.

"If you want to do something like that. You must ask permission."

I was surprised and went to say something, but her face suddenly changed into the sweetest of the smiles.

"You still have a lot to learn, Jon. But I'm happy to teach you."

When I asked her she didn't want to answer and I decided not to insist on the subject. After drying carefully her body with a towell I did the same to mine and we went to bed. Soon she fell asleep using my chest as a pillow. I could barely sleep a wink that night. I was confused, frustrated and yet I felt something calm and pleasant about my predicament. I think I stayed up all night with nothing to do but look at her face in the dark.

(As always feel free to collaborate. I will translate any addition to the other version of the story.)