Punishment

Your partner finds you touching when you're not meant to be. What are they going to do about that?

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Your partner had found you like this. Desperate, driven by lust and need. Days, weeks of not cumming. You had to. They had walked into the bedroom to find you pleasuring yourself, and without blinking an eye, they had just snapped their fingers and said “Freeze.”

And obediently, out of your control, your body had stopped moving. Your limbs were stuck. Your mouth was open in an endless moan. They stepped closer to you, examining you with a sadistic grin on their face. “Oh, honey. You know that you’re not meant to be touching.”

They moved your hands away from your sex, and climbed onto the bed, straddling you. “No, you silly little toy. You’re not meant to be playing with yourself. You’re my toy. That means that I play with you. But… Clearly, you can’t be trusted. I tried to be nice about it.”

They sighed, their hands dancing over your chest, teasing your nipples. “But I guess I’ll have to be mean. Drop for me, toy.” Another snap, and your mind sank. Awareness faded. You could hear their words, but they weren’t important. Not really. And then you were back.

“Go on toy. Touch yourself. Try. I want you to play with yourself for me.” You looked at them, questioningly. “Go on. It’s okay.” They were trying to be encouraging, but they were still smirking at you. Your hand reached down, and met resistance.

You looked down, and there was nothing there. Nothing that you could see, but as your hand had reached down to touch, you had met with a barrier, stopping your hand from making contact. Your partner laughed as you whined. “Oh, what’s wrong toy? Is this mean?”

They laughed. “Good. I want it to be mean. You don’t get to cum unless I’m the one making you cum, get it? Oh, you’ll be able to adjust yourself down there, scratch an itch if needed. But the second it becomes more than that, then you’ll be like this. Enjoy!”