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100 Hours of Tease and Denial

  

  

  

It was going to be a casual day, wandering from store to store. The instructions were simple enough that even in my advanced state of horniness, they could be followed without any major problem. I was to carry any packages, walk slightly behind her, remain quiet until spoken to, and address her as Mistress. In keeping with the relaxed nature of the outing, I was able to wear that pair of blue jeans, the snug but comfortable ones that were well worn but not yet worn through. I wasn't, however, permitted to wear any underwear. Instead, Mistress Fire secured a leather strap with snaps on it around my cock and balls as a constant reminder of how long it had been and how badly I wanted relief.

 

"This will give you something to think about," she smiled. The band had the extra effect of pushing everything forward so that the already obvious bulge in my pants was even more visible. "I think I'm going to enjoy this," she said as she playfully traced the outline of my cock with her finger. "Look! You can see everything!"

 

She drove to the shopping area, the collection of small shops in the artsy part of town, while I worried about how embarrassed I was about to become. As we began to walk around, I felt as though everyone who passed was looking at me. I might have been able to relax enough to calm down the "swelling problem" had Mistress Fire not teased me so much, reminding me of my unfortunate situation, telling me how silly I looked with the outline of the head of my cock visible through the worn denim, and pointing out those people who really were looking. "That woman thinks you look pretty interesting. Shall we go over and tell her why?"

Whenever I would begin to feel a bit less tense, her soft voice would send me reeling. "So, what are you thinking about?"

 

We spent the afternoon this way, with me scurrying about after Mistress Fire, holding one article of clothing while she tried on another, fetching different sizes and colors, and picking up the numerous items she dropped on the floor. "I just like the way you look up at me," she explained, "but we can't have you crawling around all day, can we?" As I held the door for her at what she promised would be the last stop, a lingerie store, she asked, "How long has it been, sweetness?" "98 hours, Mistress."

 

Thankfully, we weren't very long in this final shop. By this time I had gone from counting the hours to counting the minutes and all I really wanted was to get my reward for having waited so long. We stepped up to the counter as I held the panties Mistress Fire planned to purchase. I was handing them to the young woman at the register when I felt Mistress' hand on my cheek. "You like these little thong panties, don't you, pet?"

 

"Yes."

"Yes? Yes what?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said as the sales clerk tried to control a giggle.

"And why do you like them?"

"I like the way they look, Mistress."

"He just likes to kiss my ass," she said to the woman, who was now pulling on her co-workers sleeve. "Don't you, pet?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said as I lowered my eyes from the gaze of Mistress Fire and the two young women.

"Look at him," she said. "He's all excited just thinking about it! Stand back a little so they can see you!"

 

Embarrassment isn't supposed to be fatal, but you couldn't have convinced me that day. I meekly took the small package and followed Mistress Fire to the door as the clerk giggled, "Have a good time." Outside in the street, I struggled to regain my composure. "Are you having a problem?" she asked, laughing. "I'm sinking like a stone, Mistress."

"How far down do you think I'll push you?"

"That's up to you, Mistress."

"Well, you should be near the bottom of the lake pretty soon!"

 

With that, she walked away, and I hurried along behind her into the restaurant a few steps from the store.

 

The hostess seated us quickly, but Mistress Fire told her we would only need one menu because she would order for both of us. The waitress who took the order was told that I wasn't permitted to make even the simplest decisions and that she had chosen what I would have.

 

"How are you doing, pet? Are you still sinking?"

"I'm fine, Mistress."

"Stand up and let me see for myself!"

"I'm at the bottom of the lake, Mistress."

"And that's where you're going to stay! Now stand up and stay there until I tell you to sit!"

 

I stood with my knees knocking together, as my cock struggled to escape from the captivity of those jeans that now seemed much too snug. She just looked at me and struggled to contain her laughter. I resisted the urge to hide under the table, thinking I might end up kissing her feet and begging.

 

"You'd better sit down before the police get here, but it was a pretty good show."

 

The meal arrived, and might have been delicious, but I have no recollection of what I ate that night. I could think only of the one hundred hour ordeal that would soon be over. When the waitress returned and placed the check in front of me, Mistress Fire explained to her that I was not allowed to carry any money and she would have to pay the bill herself. "But don't worry," she said. "It's really his money. I just took it away from him!" The waitress smiled as if she had been given a hundred dollar tip.

 

The short walk to the car was easier this time because there was safety in the darkness. The car was my salvation, the end of my trials, until Mistress Fire pulled to the side of the road.

 

"Get undressed!"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. But I couldn't ruin the chance to come just as the hundred hour deadline was passing, so I removed my clothing as quickly as I could with my shaking hands. She took them and, placing them in one of the bags from our shopping trip, threw them in the trunk of the car. She returned to the driver's seat and we sped away, entering the highway to leave the city.

 

"Should I turn on the overhead light and wave this at the other drivers?" she asked, laughing, as she firmly grabbed my cock in her hand. "I hope this is the right road. Maybe I should stop and have you ask for directions." I couldn't say a word as I huddled in the seat quivering with fear. I had never felt so vulnerable, or so submissive. "I must say, my pet, that you're being very good now that you're at the bottom of the lake. You must like it there. How long has it been?" "We've passed the one hundred hours, Mistress." I knew we had reached the end.

 

"Oh, you poor thing!" she exclaimed with a soft, sympathetic smile as she gently caressed my cock. "Did you really think I said ONE hundred hours?"

 

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