The Patient Pursuit: Rig and Release

The Wait

The sound of running water in the next room filled the air. Several computer screens filled a corner of an elaborate desk in the bedroom corner. Each screen showed another chart or graph that would lead their owner to a strong and stable financial future; stocks, business ventures, and budget plans. Around the room were the nearly bare walls of a person who had trouble with the idea of settling down or staying stationary. The bed was a simple mattress on the floor, with both padded and waterproof covering beneath the fitted sheets, no flat sheet in sight. Steam poured out of the top of the cracked bathroom door flooding upwards covering the ceiling with a thin layer. On the wall opposite the bed, and the same wall as the computer desk, a dresser stood holding miscellaneous things as well as some clothes. A night stand beside the bed looked innocent enough supporting only a Xbox and a bedside pen and notebook. A window occupied the majority of the wall opposite of the bathroom door, the curtains barely kept out any light and were essentially translucent to passer-bys at night time if the lights were on.

Sitting upright was a woman just over 30 who occupied the center of the bed with her legs stretched out to the edge of the bed, crossed over one another. Her hair was bright yellow tipped and eyes were a very dark brown. Wearing nothing but an obsidian ring, she enjoyed and advocated for nudism but always kept her protection stones close. She’d let herself in and locked the door behind her as she was instructed and took very little time to shed her clothes and get comfortable. She eyed the room intently although she already knew what she’d see. Looking out of the window she could see the sun setting in the distance through the sheer curtains. She always wondered what the point of them was since they seemed to give so little protection or privacy. Her eyes roamed around the room.

The computer screens now idled and each screen had characters from different favorite anime shows appearing to peer back out of the computer screens and into the room as if this reality was their entertainment. On the wall next to the bathroom door hung a dry erase board with different letters and boxes with hash marks in them, directly next to that, many wall hooks and mounts were attached. On these hooks hung different things that began to make the woman’s heart race by just seeing them. The first couple of hooks were the resting place of ropes of a few different colors. The next set of hooks hung 5 different spanking devices in order from smallest to largest point of impact. A little further over, there hung two collars, one pretty and obviously special and one basic and dull in color.

She began thinking to herself, “When is he going to get out of there?” She found it ironic that the thing she pretended to hate about this man was one of the very things that pulled her in so helplessly and continued to keep her curious about him. Ever since the two met she was pretty much guaranteed that she would always part ways with him feeling very satisfied. Even at times when he wouldn’t verbally agree to fulfill her needs, they would end up filled and overfilled by the time she left his presence. He was a busybody in his own way and had things to do and goals to complete before he was willing to focus on pleasure for himself or others. She was greatly turned on by his self-discipline, but since he was such a primal man she didn’t understand why he wasn’t on board to put his meat in her every time she asked no matter when or where they were.

He was so powerful, he did whatever he wanted whenever he wanted, so why not take her? She loved the privilege of spending time with him but being that every time she felt grateful or found him sexy, she just wanted him inside her. She sometimes found it fairly taxing to be with him for such long periods without any sexual gratification or ease of tension. From the very first time they met he carefully built her anticipation first via text, then video chat, followed by a physical meeting and night out on the town where he let her firmly grope his package while out shooting pool, still not allowing her to relieve any pressure until further into the night.

Anticipation

He’d take her places and paw at her to get her in the mood but he’d insist that waiting is better and it wasn’t the time. Over time, she noticed the more he built anticipation, the more incredible the orgasms would be. The less she insisted he give her what she wanted right away, the more effort he put into her satisfaction when the time arrived to have it. This shifted her impulsive nature to be more appreciative of being told “no” at times. She knew her patience would be rewarded greatly if she could manage to not be a real brat about the wait. Her patience is always rewarded when it comes to him. It had been nearly two months since he had been inside her this time.

Though she was attractive and popular enough she could easily share her body with nearly anyone of her choosing, her body chose him. It wanted to be shared with him. She had her own ways of reaching her climaxes but nothing was ever the same as a person she trusted willing to push her over the edge just when she thought she couldn’t go any further. What she liked most about sharing herself and pleasure with him was how proud he would be during and after causing her body the most extreme of pleasures. As she reminisced on all the times the anticipation built and the explosions caused by this, she decided to breathe and occupy her mind as he showered.

Her eyes took in the view of the pleasure wall, allowing her imagination to take over. She bit her lip as she eyed a new paddle that had the word “Mine.” carved out of it. This woman loved to be spanked and the idea of it easily made her grin to herself. Her grin was accompanied by butterflies as she imagined what it would feel like to see her ass with the word “Mine.” across it, knowing it had been put there by her favorite man. That, he too, saw this word…. exactly where it belonged. Just as the woman noticed that these thoughts were causing her to become wet down below, she heard the shower turning off. She could hear heart begin to beat faster as she knew he’d be coming out soon, without clothes, she hoped. After a few moments of feeling her heart flutter she saw the door begin to open. Emerging from the doorway was Kailas wrapped in a town from waist down, she saw his abs glisten as though he didn’t finish drying himself completely. His red tipped dreadlocks stopped at his shoulder blades usually but were still tied back from his shower. As he looked her over, he saw from her body language that she was already feeling stimulated before he joined her.

He first expected to see her cell phone or something else that was causing this look on her face. Then as he looked around the room to see what was going on before he came out, his eyes fell on the new paddle, then back to her who was now looking at it again. “Ah, Hello Katriel, I see you see the new tool.” He chuckled, “Someone sent that to me anonymously, kinda wish I knew who, it’s perfect, it suits me. ‘Mine.’ With a period. No if, ands, or buts.” He stepped closer to the bed where Katriel was sitting. Kneeling in front of her, he carefully took her by the top ankle and uncrossed her legs. Since she was taking up a large space on his bed she pulled her legs in toward her chest and hugged them so that he could get on the bed. Instead of joining her, he took her by both ankles and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed and to him. He separated her feet and planted them at the end of the bed playfully coaxing her legs to separate. He silently studied her in this position for a few moments. She remained quiet, the only thing she wanted to say, her body was already loudly begging for it.

Safe and Secure

His hands pressed lightly on her shoulders, encouraging her to lay back. Her elbows rested behind her, propping her up so that she could meet his gaze. Though his face was unreadable, his eyes had locked on hers. His fingers wrapped around her right ankle lightly before walking his index and middle finger slowly up the inside of her thigh. The slow movement of his hands seemed to intensify the sensation of every touch. She could feel a pulse down below for each point of contact getting closer and closer to her desired destination. He maintained eye contact as his fingers marched up her leg and past her knee. She could feel a slight tingle emerging and radiating from her lady parts. With his hand drawing nearer, just under two inches away now, she could feel the warmth of his hand meet and mix with the warmth of her mostly napping kitty.

Katriel began to tremble as his flingers faintly caressed her outer lip, sending a pulsing sensation right down the center of her vagina. He did the same to the other side a few times intensifying her anticipation. Feeling her moisture spread onto his index finger, he began to run it over her clit, back and fourth. This was a sudden sensation and she started to worry she would climax too fast for his liking. A whimper was heard before she began squirming under his hand. His face changed for the first time since he exited the bathroom. A disgruntled look began to form as he stroked her again, this time firmer. She began inching herself backwards and away from the simulation very slowly. In response to this Kailas grabbed her by her ankles again. A sharp “No ma’am.” was delivered. Being pulled back into place and her feet again placed in the same spot helped her understand what he expected, but when it was accompanied by, “Stay.” She nodded apologetically and took a breath. “Yes sir.”

He began to stroke again, this time allowing more of his fingers to become coated with her slippery juices. Moving his focus from her clit, his hand began to descend until she could feel two fingers sliding into her entrance. His eyes still locked on hers, he smirked seeing that she stayed in place as he stretched her open by adding another finger and pressing into her more deeply. A whimper morphed into a moan while she kept herself there for him. As this was the first penetration she’d had in a while, her entrance and walls gave quite a bit of a squeeze to his fingers. “Mmm. There you go.” hearing the pleasure in his voice caused almost her whole body to relax, only leaving her pussy clenching around his fingers, imploring him to give her more. Happy to appease her, his fingers began to move in and out of her still watching her eyes closely. As his pace quickened and became harder to anticipate, Katriel’s moans grew louder, causing her to cover her mouth.

Her muffled moans agged him on to press deeper and eventually a fourth finger joined the others, spreading her wider. This was shocking to Katriel causing her to move slightly out of the position she was placed in. Since she felt her body slip out of place she began to thrust herself against him but this didn’t last long. He removed his fingers with a growl and slapped two of them right at the tip of her clit, making her body twitch and whimper on contact. He then stood, walked to his wall of wonders, retrieved a yellow rope, and returned to the bed. He looked her over with a calculating look on his face, as he studied his bed and the loops all around it made for securing rope, it didn’t seem to offer the solution he seemed to be seeking. He then left the rope by the bed and disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Knowing there was a closet in the bathroom she wondered what he was doing or looking for and what was about to happen to her now.

As she sat on the bed she could hear mysterious bumping in the other room. Normally she would offer help but she could sense that he meant it on multiple levels when he told her to stay. She sat there waiting, cooch throbbing; dripping wet. Sitting there wondering how long he’d be, she began to daydream about the things he might be preparing to do to her. After a while she heard his closet door open and then the bathroom door, now in plain shorts, he was hauling out a frame of some sort that had aquamarine and lavender satin ribbons draping from it and velcro in random spots on the frame. This frame, when erected covered all of his bed and the ribbon hung down onto his mattress.

Since she hadn’t moved the entire time he spent putting up the contraption, the ribbon was now draping over her left breast and another over her still dripping vag. “Don’t worry about it, you won’t have to work so hard at it soon. You’ll be focused on another job.” he gazed down at her with a sneer as he began tying the ribbon securely around different parts of the frame. He wanted to appear displeased but seeing her there being so patient and accommodating for him while draped in his favorite two colors together, made him very tempted to give her what her body was silently requesting from him. A faint laugh could be heard as he shook his head, turning away from her, now paying attention to what his hands were doing. She watched him tying knots that left loops of ribbon hanging in several parts over the bed.

She loved watching him tying, his usual erratic nature becoming focused and deliberate, careful and considerate, slow and thorough. His breath slowed as he tapped into his zone, double checking every knot tied and assuring that the ribbon was just as tight or as loose as was needed for its intended function. Her breath too slowed as she observed how satisfied he was becoming with the test tug of each knot. It was soothing to her that his relaxation of mind imbued her body with its own relaxation. She’d only seen him tying rope before, and generally only around her.