This morning while I was only half awake I had a very stimulating day dream which I will share with you. Imagine this little scene.

A sub is strapped naked to a chair, each bond carefully placed and fastened until he is held firmly in place. His arms are pulled behind his back and wrists tied with rope so they are held together and to the chair back. His legs are pulled apart so that each ankle is roped to the front legs of the chair. His naked bottom rests on the bare wood and he wriggles overcome with a mixture of pleasure and apprehension.A blindfold is slipped across his eyes and snapped into position. He can feel my breathing behind him, knows my proximity. His penis twitches and hardens. I laugh softly and lay my hand across his chest to stroke a nipple gently. I watch as his cock bounces more. I know he is sinking deeper into a sense of delicious helplessness which he loves. My hand slides down to his penis and teases it with slow deliberation and I feel a familiar arousal within me. I cannot help but be aroused when I witness male vulnerability coupled with desire. My own nipples are hard now and ache for the rasp of a wet male tongue. He is so much more aroused though. His breath is shallow and rapid. He adores what my hand is doing to his cock but he knows his building desire may lead to him breaking a rule. He is only ever allowed to come if I give him specific verbal permission. Understanding his loss of control makes him groan. I laugh again and remind him that he must not come unless I say so. He moans, nods and then writhes as my hand moves in a firmer, more insistent way. I repeat that he must not come without permission over and over. I remind him that the cane awaits if he disobeys me. This provokes more nodding and more moaning. He is frantic. Beads of ejaculate glisten on his cock head. Mutely he pleads with me to stop. This costs him so much to try to stop me when pleasure envelopes him. He wants to just let go and come but he does not. He both loves and fears his Mistress.

When I remove my hand a drawn out moan of frustration is heard. I whisper that he has been good but that he must show me more obedience. He is finding it hard to focus on my words. The loss of that all encompassing pleasure makes him disoriented. I smile to myself with knowing satisfaction and slip a bullet vibrator under his cock and tie it in place. He almost screams out as the teasing buzz makes his cock dance all over agin. I whisper that he must not come, he must not come and then I walk away. I can hear his soft, almost pained moans on each breath, this goes on for a long time. I know he is fighting, fighting not to come. I also know the vibrator will force him to orgasm. I hear the moans intensify. He begins to beg me to take the vibrator away. He is swept away with pleasure and fear. The moans elongate into one long noise and I know he has climaxed. Next as I always do when I treat him this way, I hear the soft sobs of a man who knows he has had pleasure forced upon him, that he could not resist and later he will feel the fiery burning punishment of the cane.

MK...