"Anne's Punishment" Part I, MF con, bd, Mdom Part I Anne came. She tried not to. God knows, she tried not to. Not just because she didn’t want to be punished, but because if she could wait until he permitted it, she knew how much more intense it would be. When he made her touch herself, she was able to hold back. When he blindfolded her and tied her wrists to the bedposts, and teased her nipples with his lips and teeth and tongue, she moaned, wanting more. When he dripped ice water on one nipple and hot oil on the other, she cried, and began to squirm against the sheets. When he licked the ice water from her nipple with his warm tongue, she thought she would die. She begged for more, begged him to go lower. When he did, when he finally touched her swollen lips and tormented her with his lips and tongue, he drove her so very close to the edge, but she didn’t come. When he plunged his hardness deep into her, when she closed her eyes, and clenched the silk scarves binding her wrists, clenching them tight in her fists, somehow, she managed to hang on. But when he pulled his throbbing cock out of her and came on her clit, she lost it. Screaming and whimpering, she came. Hard. She had never come before while trying not to. The intensity surprised her. Maybe he knew it would be more intense that way. Maybe he wanted it that way. It didn’t matter, though. She had come without permission. She was going to be punished and she knew it. And perhaps, he wanted that all along. And maybe, so did she. When he finished, she was still coming. Whimpering and writhing as her spasms finally subsided. When she calmed down, he rubbed the head of his cock over her clitoris, gently massaging it with his cock in his slippery white cum. He didn’t let her come down, kept her at a fever pitch. She knew he could take her over the edge again. But he didn’t. He got up. "You came, Anne. You must be punished." That was all. Still blindfolded and tied, still close to coming yet again, she heard him walk from the bedroom. She heard the shower. She felt his come dripping between her legs. Finally, he returned, untied her, but left the blindfold on. He took her hand and led her from the bedroom. His come dripped down her leg. He tied her wrists behind her. Where were they going? He didn’t say a word. She knew better than to ask.