Taming the Dom

The next morning, you wake up early and excited. You never thought that cucking random strangers on the internet would have you this gleeful, but the mere thought has you completely erect. It takes every ounce of self-control to not have a morning wank before work. Things don't get easier at work. Rather than focusing on your job, you spend your time thinking about Adela and trying to hide the tentpole pitched in your pants.

Finally, work comes to an end so you hurry over to Adela's. She greets you at the door with her trademark smile, before inviting you in. Inside, you ask "So, when does the stream start?"

"Eager to start?" Adela's eyes travel down to your crotch, seeing your bulge.

"Yeah."

"Well, around Seven."

Your heart sinks as you realize that's about two hours away. Noticing your disappointment, Adela walks up to you and puts a finger on your aching erection.

"Would my King like some relief before tonight?"

"I think I can wait." You sigh.

"Maybe some food will take your mind off of it?"

"Sounds good to me. Need any help?"

"Nope, it's already made."

With a smile, you sit down and watch Adela serve you up a sizable serve of pasta bake that'll fuel tonight's antics. After your meal, the two of you wash up before thinking of other ways to tame the dom inside of you. Adela suggests watching TV, but as soon as you sit down, you wrap your arm around Adela. Again, you find yourself fighting every urge to pounce Adela right there. You're certain she won't say no, but you can also picture putting your frustration to camera. Ravaging her as others watch, wishing they could be you.

After a sigh, you move your hand back and continue to wait for 7 o'clock to come around.