Obedience (3)

Streaks of orange fill the sky as you return home. A tough day at work, you want some rest and relaxation for the rest of the evening. Everyone left the office with a buzz, excited for a Friday night out. Everyone but you.

You’ve grown accustomed to staying in the comfort of your home all day and are lucky to have found a girl who prefers to do so as well. It’s your own little private bubble, and you absolutely love it.

You hastily enter your apartment and toss your office shirt into the laundry basket. Collapsing on your couch, you turn on the television while the room begins to cool down from the fan in the living room. Each channel you change to is equally boring; you sieve through them like a child rapidly flipping through a storybook.

Click. The door opens, and you leap out of the sofa to greet your lovely wife. Capturing her between your palms, you give her a soft kiss. “Looking beautiful as always, Ms. Myoui.”

Mina smiles and giggles at your compliment, and you take a step back to let your eyes roam down her body. She is wearing a coat that reaches her luscious thighs; underneath it is a similarly short mini-dress, its sequin mesh revealing her delectable cleavage.

You pull her into your embrace and can’t resist giving her some kisses. One on her forehead, another on her cheek, a third on her neck. These playful kisses repeat in a cycle until Mina gets overwhelmed by them. Her soft laughter slowly turns to whimpers, and her fingers clutch onto your back.

“Ugh. Come on baby, stop it.” Mina giggles.

You shake your head, sweep her coat off, and bury your head into her shoulder to give light bites. Her perfect shoulders should get an award; you love it whenever she shows them off. Your hands also move down from her hips to her butt, lightly grabbing and kneading it.

A bit firmer this time, Mina demands, “Be a good boy and stop.”

You don’t want to infuriate Mina, so you stop. However, as you look back to her, you don’t see any hints of disappointment or anger, just a look of curiosity. That curiosity then turns into a devilish grin. You know that expression too well.

She wants something from you.

“Let’s go to the bedroom baby.”

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Cold. You’re sitting on your chair, topless with cold air blasting in your bedroom. You desperately need some warmth, and you would definitely bury yourself under your bed cover… if you could.

Tied. Hands are restrained behind your back by the same tie that Mina often wears when donning her uniform. But this time, she isn’t in it. It’s a different attire.

Hard. You’re straining your pants with each passing second, the anticipation of what Mina has planned. Loudening clicks of her heels have your eyes glued to the entrance of your bedroom.

Each clack shakes you to the core just a bit more, and when Mina finally steps into the bedroom, she takes your breath away. She is attractive when she’s giggly and cute, but she is outright hot when she knows what she wants and when she commands your attention.

Just like right now.

Ruler in her hand, Mina lightly slaps it against her hand and continues to walk towards you.

“Ms. Myoui, why am I tied? I’ve been a good student.”

She brings the ruler up and lightly strokes it across your cheeks. Just a simple touch and you let out a sound of need. This doesn’t go unnoticed, and it earns a smirk from your teacher.

Silence permeates the air. The glint of the light against the ruler aimed at your chest gives off a menacing glow—careful, precise strokes leave initially invisible indents on your sensitive skin.

M. Metal on your chest rakes red streaks.

I. Icy demeanor raises bumps on your flesh.

N. No option but to submit to her will.

A. All hail the queen.

Mina smiles at the sight of you squirming and bends lower to stroke your legs. Starting from the calf, the ruler slowly moves up to your inner thighs.

“Ms. Myoui, plea—”

Slap. The red mark on your face stings, and will do so for a few more minutes. You want to fight back but are unable to. Even if you could, you fear another slap on your cheek.

All you can do is look into Mina’s eyes and plead silently.

Finally, she breaks her silence and her sweet voice calms you down.

“You’ve done really well on your assignments.”

You break into a shaky smile but are still afraid to say something. Noticing this, Mina gives you a nod to grant you permission to speak.

“Thank you, Ms. Myoui. I am your good little student after all.”

She wraps a hand around your neck and plays with the small strands of your hair on your nape. She then straddles you and gives you a soft kiss on the forehead.

“Well, I have a few more assignments for you, and I expect you to do them well.”

Mina pulls open her coat, revealing her naked chest. Her mini-dress is nowhere to be found, and a part of you wishes to see more of her in that. The way it pushes her tits together is mouth-watering, and you want to plant your face between them.

Your thoughts are interrupted as Mina crashes her lips against yours and immediately inserts her tongue into your mouth. You meekly swirl your tongue against hers, too afraid to be as aggressive as you would have liked.

Her hand still on the back of your head, she maneuvers you to her neck, and you oblige her, peppering kisses and briefly sucking her pressure points. You hear her let out a soft sigh, telling you that you’re doing a great job.

You’re steered downwards into her ample cleavage and you don’t hesitate to nuzzle her flesh. Kisses, licks, sucks, you name them—you work your mouth on her breast as you always loved to.

Eyes wander upwards to your teacher’s. Her cold stare tells you that’s not what she wants and that you really don’t want to fail her assignment. Eyes now back on your work, you focus on her already erect nipples. You momentarily smile, proud of your existing work, before you latch yourself onto one of them.

Suckling hard, Mina gasps loudly. “That’s it. Oh! You’re an ace at this!”

You barely hear her words but it does encourage you. After all, you are her good student.

Briefly pulling away from her chest, you ask, “Ms. Myoui, will you give me an A for this?”

Eyes shut, Mina coaxes you with deep breaths every few words. “Ugh! Keep it up and I’ll give it to you, an A+ even. Mmh! And I’ll, I’ll reward you for doing so well.”

It’s a pity your hands are tied behind your back. You desperately wish to fondle her chest, squeeze the soft flesh, maybe even give them light slaps to watch them jiggle, but you settle for your current situation.

Not long after, Mina shifts your head to suck her other breast. You give it the same treatment—lick her cleavage, nuzzle her flesh and suck her nipples. She shivers on your lap, her hold on you tightens, and you feel her pulse increase. The shivers turn to grinds. Back and forth on your thigh, Mina spreads her slick as she derives more pleasure, pushing you further into your chest and rocking herself faster on your leg.

Her chest heaves, drool seeps out the side of her mouth, and right as you feel the quivering of her lithe legs, Mina pushes you away.

“Mmm. That is definitely an A+. Now…” Mina dismounts your lap and kneels before you. “Here’s your reward.”

She toys with your obvious bulge, stroking it with the metal ruler. After what Mina has put you through, you’re eager for any stimulation and softly whine when she pulls the ruler away.