2 comments/ 20471 views/ 6 favorites David and Helena By: Daflinger This is my first real effort. Any constructive feedback would be enjoyed. I have plans and have started part 2 but could be open to direction... I hope this is enjoyed as much as I enjoyed writing it. Part 1 She could not believe her luck. It was some kind of alignment in the stars or beautiful moment where all factors coincided to create a kind of perfect storm in her world. On an otherwise ordinary day, different only for one of her more reliable staff member being away sick, Helena sat in the booth. She had other things she would rather be doing but needs be and she had to cover for sick staff as and when required. The day seemed to slow in this role typically and servicing the needs of the venues predominantly lower socio economic males, wasn't 'flopping her mop' on this occasion. Clients were coming and going and there was a bit of excitement in the room with the day's horse racing, dogs and the big game that night. Helena remained calm throughout others various highs and lows and basically indifferent having sampled the situation numerous times before. She quietly read her book between customer's requirements and had long ago learnt to ignore any advances from hopeful suitors trying to ride their luck. She was certainly attractive enough to get attention from anyone new to the venue but most of the locals, if not respected her space, then feared her sharp tongue and avoided her wit through engaging only politely for services required. New men, or fresh meat, as the locals would call them were sometimes the object of ridicule having wandered innocently into the venue, spied an unexpected "beauty " on the staff and made a move. On more than a dozen occasions she had sent them from the building with their tails between their legs with ears ringing to the chorus of the other men laughing at their misfortune. Yes locally Helena was known as KT (knife tongue) ... and she liked the name. She always dressed smartly and with a moderate amount of jewellery. She preferred gold as it complemented her long red hair. She was blessed with incredible auburn curls which cascaded in waves around her face and over her shoulders, the longest tips contouring to the middle of her back. To accompany this, she had pale blue eyes, a lean looking face which curved high at the cheek to be somewhat intriguing and appealing. If she could wiggle her nose she could perform magic such was that features likeness to the 'Bewitched' tv star. Among other common approaches from men she was used to hearing "can you prove you are a natural red head'? To which she would initially reply with something like "yes but only rarely bother with the non ugly... so you're out of luck my friend". Then she would launch into a tirade about what an ignorant and lazy approach from someone so obviously lacking in all social or physical endowments and how dare they waste her time with such insulting conversation. He Was petrified! In seconds, his life had been turned upside down and the consequences of a seemingly innocuous incident which was about to send his controlled and very enjoyable existence into an unknown and possibly not very enjoyable, positively miserable time. The folder he had been handed , only moments ago he had taken with a smile. He had recognised the giver from an earlier encounter and certainly did not detect any threat whatsoever. Upon opening the envelope and interpreting the contents however his head quickly began to spin and this was like nothing he had felt before. He saw a whole happy life, respect of peers, family, finances and career all in tatters . Trying to gather himself and likening the experience to a recent concussion, he turned on the perpetrator of his ill fortune to be faced directly by the striking red head .....and be handed another note. Stunned at her forthrightness in the state of his obvious distress he snatched the note, glaring down at her. "Whats this?" he demanded. "Read it" she calmly and matter of factly replied. Breathing deeply, and trying to regain some control of the turmoil his mind was going through, he considered his options. With so few available he slowly unfolded the note and commenced to read. "You Have Been Caught" The note started in a bold aggressive and sadly for David, obviously accurate way. The note continued... "There will be consequences. Before we move in any direction I need you to know that I have copies made of this evidence. This is located in three safe places and should anything untoward happen to me then all evidence before you ,will be turned over to the police... via the media along with video and audio that these snaps were extracted from" . David had quickly gone from horror to revulsion at the realisation he was being blackmailed. He looked up from the page at the perpetrator who he was shaken to see, held his gaze for a second... and then winked at him. Disbelieving the situation, He looked down and continued to read. "Through this situation as mentioned, there are alternatives to anyone else knowing of your crime other than me. It will be entirely up to you as to what course of action you take... Your destiny and future life all depend on the decision you make in the next five minutes." As he read the sentence he heard a beep and saw his antagonist reach down from a small electronic timer on the shelf. "Hey" he said, without knowing what else to back it up with.... She replied with only a "Tick Tock, keep reading" and she followed this with another wink and nod toward the timer. He could not believe this, it was surreal but be quickly established that the smallest commodity he had was time.... so he continued to read. The cleanly typed note read. •All of these actions below will be adhered to or the actions regarding media and police will be followed through. •You will now refer to your dominant mistress (the woman who has caught you) as "Mistress" •You will obey your mistress completely, without question and promptly. David bowed his head. He had gambled and lost. Literally. The venue of his down fall had been the little betting outlet in Newbridge shopping facility a week before on Tuesday. He had used it on this occasion as it seemed non descript and when he had cased it briefly, the service lady at the counter had seemed from a distance, very unlikely to recognise him and on top of this, very disinterested in her work. He had surmised her to be, attractive, in a 'book wormy' with a disinterested and allof intelligence. After a few moments of summation he concluded she was worth the risk and approached the desk. This was his one vice. As captain of the Mountain Raiders rugby team, he was burdened with the usual responsibilities of leadership. These to him weren't really a burden and his tall broad body comfortably and attractively attended functions for fundraisers and sponsorship drives as and when required. He reluctantly lent his picture to products and services associated with the team. This was his lot and truth be told, he liked it. He liked being recognised in the street, not just for his size at 6 foot seven and obvious good looks but for being the captain of a local professional team and their reasonable success during the years of his participation and captaincy. He knew that he was well regarded in the community as someone who contributed above and beyond what was required of him. He knew he was smart and able to converse in numerous surroundings and in differing company. His team mates respected him for his 'follow me' attitude and passion for the game, its traditions and his affinity with each player in the team and squad. He seemed to make the effort to get to know everyone he dealt with and had an easy air. How then, he said to himself, did I get into this fucking mess? He realised immediately what it was. It was his insatiable desire to do something wrong and to get away with it... He had mulled over being so well regarded and so good at everything. He had never struggled with girls, school sports or any area he turned his hand to ... Life it seemed was easy. But he had realised, he was not happy. Something was missing and in the search for that he had turned to gambling. Initially that was enough, but over the months as the habit grew.... it wasn't enough. He began to find that it wasn't the fact that he was betting which he found attractive, it was the fact he wasn't allowed to. His contract specifically stated as a paid member of a professional team he was not permitted to bet on any sport, team or event. All of his life he had obeyed the rules, worked hard and succeeded. Life had been good to him and he accepted the normal mantra of those who work succeed, but it seemed to be all to easy. He needed a rush, to break the rules, to thrash out and know he had a secret only he could ever know. Initially it wasn't like that as he knew the consequences of his actions would be punished with a slap on the wrist with a wet bus ticket. Thats why, he guessed that the habit had expanded and he had begun doing the unthinkable... betting against his own team. He had never done this for monetary gain but for knowing he could. The unshared secret he had, the rush he got from placing bets on visiting teams with ridiculous margins.... He only sometimes cashed winners as it was never his intention to make money, just to fix his urge and get that rush. She Watched his inner turmoil as he read and re read the note with the conditions on it. This beautiful Adonis had fallen in her lap and she, was going to have him. She thought back to her quiet day when he walked into her life. Just a typical day at the office. Serving men who should know better, their dreams on a piece of paper. Non were big betters in that particular outlet but all hoped for that dream sequence where a run of outcomes would shower them in cash. Each with different intentions, perhaps rushing home to spoil partners wives, children or other. Perhaps a holiday somewhere rare or even, if the sequence of horses, teams dogs or what ever was great enough, comfortable retirement. Helena, had never seen this and never expected too. The likelihood against was great and the mental capacity of most of her patrons lean toward their stars never combining for such a wind fall. When he came in, she recognised him immediately. David Tanner, the captain of the Mountain Raiders. He seemed initially hesitant. Most men unfamiliar with the shop went straight to the counter to place their bets or make an enquirery. He on the other hand was seemingly casing the joint. She felt his eyes on her without engaging them with her own. Acting on instinct she flicked the switch which engaged the recording device she had installed as part of her contract. She had told the owner it was for her security but in actuality, it was for just such an occurrence. Helena knew how to extract the video, audio and picture files from the tired old business pc and after her exchange with David Tanner, was in a hurry to do so after her shift that night. She copied all of the files to a disk and then deleted them from the system so no one else had access to her gold mine. It was very unlikely anyone would stumble across them but if word got around he had been in, who knows, someone else in the workplace like the owner may have been curious? She had played it so cool, not even raising an eyebrow when she noted his large (for this outlet anyway) bet of 300 dollars on the weekends game, against his own team! She was sure she didn't give him any idea that she knew who he was but played along to his friendly banter... even wishing him luck. All this was done, not before she deliberately read his bet aloud to him and made sure he confirmed its accuracy, as a matter of professional accuracy but in this case also as sealing the trap. The trap she never in her wildest dreams thought she would get to spring. He Raised an eyebrow at the word mistress and felt a stirring of hope. Perhaps this raven haired black mailer's only desire was a fast shag and his torment was over. Deciding to act on this idea he coughed and suggested.... "Is this some kind of sex fantasy". She frowned in reply, stared up at him directly and replied. "I'll give you one chance to correct that statement, not for the bold faced balls you have to think you can ask the questions, from your position but to get the question right in the first place" He was dumbfounded... Normally females quivered at the opportunity to have a normal conversation with him, became excited at the thought of his interest and become, beside themselves at talk of sex with him... let alone any action. He was caught a little with her articulate, minor outburst and also unsure of what she meant. Seeing him fumble with what to say next and knowing she had him shaken at least a little, she picked up her silver blackberry and crisply said "the mountain herald, are one key press away from this story, read the sheet and try again". He stammered 'no please' as she responded by angrily pointing at the sheet. He glanced down and realised quickly what he had to say.... "no, please Mistress" he heard himself say and was aghast at his situation. His brain was desperately looking for a way out ... but couldn't find one. He felt powerless. Powerless and angry... how humiliating. She on the other hand was flooded with an array of feelings. Euphoria and such a feeling of control overwhelmed her... but still she maintained her composure. He noticed the corner of her mouth turn up and realised he had done the right thing when she placed the phone on the counter and turned back to him. "Now take off your pants!" He was stunned and instinctively replied "What"? She didn't hesitate, picked up her phone and pressed send before he could do a thing. "Right" she said, "a photo of a betting slip with a three hundred dollar bet on it has just been sent to the editor of our beloved local paper. One more trip up and I send the next one which shows you approaching the counter with the same slip in your hand." She raised her eyebrow again, as he said "no" so desperately and then quickly "no mistress....please" She met his eyes and glanced downward at his belt. His hands slowly raised to the buckle and he unthreaded the leather from its first loop. He always dressed well and tonight was no exception. His designer shirt was faded grey. His black leather belt, Italian, was holding up new levi 501 excec's and the weather was warm for winter so he had elected to wear his light tanned sandals. As he unbuckled he remembered he was not wearing underwear. He liked going commando but obviously hadn't realised he was going to be exposed on this outing and blushed. She stood directly in front of him with her chin cupped in her hand as if assessing his performance but not saying a word. His unveiling action stopped and he stuttered..."um, M Mistress , I'm not wearing underwear". Removing her hand from her chin, She poised the phone in front of her extended index finger. "One last time Boy, Remove your pants" The firmness in her voice and the way she held his eyes left him in no doubt that she was not bluffing He quickened the pace of his disrobing and reluctantly dropped the hoop from his finger tips letting his jeans be taken by gravity. His body was betraying him as he felt his member stir slightly with the exposure it was receiving, released from the denim confines. He kicked off his sandals and stepped out of his jeans. Head bowed, and not knowing what to do with his hands he let them hang by his side. The clock beeped breaking her spell a little. The reminder that the consideration time was up prompted her to ask. "So, what is your decision" she smirked at the waist deep naked rugby hero. Knowing he had already committed to her alternative less, written requests with his actions he merely shrugged and pointed downward at his own nakedness. She replied to his gesture saying "I need to hear it". He raised his tilted head a little to meet her eyes, and offered "I'm in" "Oh dear" she said while reaching in with the cell phone and placing the key pad under his balls and using it to scratch back and forth lightly... "You really are a slow learner aren't you?". She pulled the phone away roughly grazing against his nervous package and shaped as if so operate the device.... " "No, I mean ... no please.... um .... I'm in , please .... Mistress" he stammered, literally overwhelmed by the events taking place both physically and within his own mind. His head was filled with a swirl of unfamiliar feelings. He felt flustered, which in itself was unfamiliar... but not seeing a way out of this situation other than bowing to this all be it , very attractive woman. He was used to being a communicator, a social icon and lets be honest... a dominator. He liked to be in control and yet here he was, having absolutely no say.... in anything. The fear was over welming.... and yet, exciting. She looked at his bowed figure and almost flaccid penis, and she was impressed. Not only with his endowments but how quickly she had broken him down to be standing in her hall way, half naked, and calling her 'Mistress". The feeling of power was very good, she was unsure she could follow through with her original plan. The temptation to make him jack off in front of her then send him home was strong. It would give her time t compose herself and she could get him back at any time of her choosing... she supposed. Discounting the idea as a copout she licked her lips and remained determined to go through with her lustful objectives. "Good Boy" was all she said to him and then began slowly circling him as if appraising a work of art. He remained still and bowed but was swearing inwardly at his predicament and now at how his cock was reacting to things. Despite himself, and his inner protests, his penis was stiffening. As she continued her circumnavigation and assessment of him she reached in and brushed the back of his thigh with the lightest touch of her fingers. He sucked in a sharp intake of breath loudly and began to turn toward her. "Stand still boy and don't you move unless I tell you so... understand?" when she was met with no reply she swirled around to face him.... placed his now turged balls in the cup of her hand and repeated with no more volume but certainly more intent "UNDERSTAND me Boy?" Bowing his head back down and knowing he was beaten and completely at the whim of this red headed monster, he resigned himself to his fate... thinking, it is this or complete and utter ruin in this town and probably the whole country. Somehow I'll take my medicine and move on – with hopefully some credibility intact. She began to lightly knead his balls as he uttered "Yes mistress" in barely more than a whisper. As she kneaded him,his cock began to come to life. She took her time and tilted her view and watch as his cock slowly changed it's pointing angle. Holding his balls in her hand and seeing him stimulate was extremely arousing. Knowing that against his will he was responding to her in a positive way was starting to have an effect on her as well. Along with the feelings of complete control she felt herself becoming moist. When he was at half mast and having taken great care not to touch his penis, she removed he hand from his balls. Raising her hand to his chin, she lifted it so his head was not so bowed and he looked directly at her face. "Now Boy, go and wait for me in the front room, while she pointed at the door" He had noticed enough as he had approached the house earlier that it was a main st apartment on the ground floor. As he had come in he had noticed that the lounge or front room looked onto the street and it was a busy st. Busy with numerous people who would be going about their business and with people who would recognise him if they saw him standing in a front room wearing only a shirt bearing a half a woody. They would stop and notice anyone but if it were him... They would notice, probably take photos and gather in hundreds before gradually dismantling him in a very public, laughing lynch mob.... David and Helena Ch. 02 This is the second part of this series. It might pay to read part 1 first for the story to make sense. It is up to you. Enjoy! She Led him in a reverse grip back to the front room. "Lie down with your feet against the wall." She raised an eyebrow at his prompt and meek reply "yes mistress." Letting him free from her hand, he complied immediately. He was almost resigned to his fate without knowing the direction it would take. Desperately wanting to blow his tortured load he had decided that the best course of action of late, was to respond to her the way he expected she would like. " Good boy" she offered him patronizingly. He lay on the plush layered rug with the soles of his feet pressed against the wall below the window. He placed his hands by his side and watched the post Friday workplace foot traffic; wander past the window, only feet from his prone, naked body. " If they only knew" he thought and his cock pulsed at the thought. Above him, his newly dominating mistress stood in her robe. He felt if she only split her stance slightly more he would be able to glance further up her long white slender legs, past the hanging soft robe, perhaps even to the promised land... God, what is happening to me, he thought? He was being held there against his will, naked, scared and alone. He was a colossus on the rugby field, feared and admired by many - respected by all. Here he was nothing! In all of this, the tension in his balls grew and his cock continued to pulse in increasing anticipation. This was unlike any experience he had ever had. He lacked control over his situation. He lacked control of any kind... She stood over him. Over the time since he had arrived she felt her power over him grow. The thrill of it was immense. She had read of the psychology around dominance and control. She never really considering that she would ever be in a situation to test it out for herself. When David had made his fatal mistake over a fortnight ago, she had nearly rushed into an urgent scheme to exploit him. She was so glad she had pulled back and planned more carefully. Fortunately she caught herself and had managed to concoct a more deliberate and specific plan, which seemed to be unfolding splendidly. Noticing the dreamy direction of his eye line up her legs, she smiled. "Do you like what you see rugby boy?" she asked with a chuckle. She stood over him now, physically dominating his prone form. She briefly placed her foot lightly on his balls – stroking him with her toes to tease him further. The gap in her robe danced but would not part enough to offer him more of a glimpse. She stopped her toe wiggling and stared into his brazen, staring eyes. Suddenly remembering his subservient position he tried one of his boyish grins, which rarely failed to get him out of trouble with the ladies. Hoping, even in this bizarre situation he found himself, that he might find some favor and perhaps relief or release. She returned his smile but brushed away the opportunity for his eyes to glimpse her naked parts and in the same movement closing the robe. Reaching into the plush pocket of the brushed cotton material, she removed the blindfold, which was still damp from the shower. His grin immediately vanished from his face. Unbelievably, he was starting to relax a little and enjoy himself. Part of this was getting a semblance of sense back to make out what was going on. He really wasn't sure what was happening but by playing by the rules imposed had begun to get a sense of safety. " Hold still" she instructed as she lifted his head slightly and re fitted the blindfold. Embarrassingly, he heard himself moan slightly as his world once again was plunged into darkness. "Oh... there there, rugby boy" she offered him in a voice that was both soothing and mocking, somehow all at the same time. "Let me get something to rest your head." He knew instantly, from the sound of the fabric hitting the floor that she had removed her robe. Once again, they were naked together and he was unable to enjoy any visual pleasures from the body she was exposing. He was left to his imagination which was proving to be a powerful tool. Again he heard himself moan. She smiled, imagining the torture he must be going through. He must be completely lost she thought as she folded the robe, lifted his head and lowered it gently back down onto it. Her own arousal was through the roof. Her juices had gathered and were starting to leave a damp oily area between her thighs. "Lie very still rugby boy" she instructed him. Careful not to touch him, she lowered herself to the floor. On all fours gently she eased herself until her mound was directly over his face. Her legs split wide and her slender but strong arms easily holding herself in position, It certainly helped at times to be raised in an enthusiastic gymnastics family. More recently she was a keen dancer. Her abilities were good enough to make a good career from the trade but she felt that might kill her passion for the activity so she never pursued it that way. Lithe and flexible she could bend and twist or tumble on cue. Her core was very strong and revealed subtle but obvious abdominal muscles to anyone lucky enough to have that part of her body revealed to them. David was not one of these people. Only inches above his mouth and nostrils she hovered, her arousal very evident in the air. He tried to lay still but his imagination was running wild. He knew she was in the immediate proximity. He could feel her heat. He could smell her. She was so close but so out of reach. What was she doing? God he could smell her juices!. Her pussy was obviously close. She watched as his cock pulsed in joyous torment. Again taking care not to touch him she held her hair in one hand and leaned in toward him. Her strong body was trembling with the exertion... She got as close as she dared and blew gently on the tip of his cock. He heard her exhale and felt the deliciously mean breath breeze past his cock and tickle his freshly shaved balls. "Lie still" she commanded as she released her hair, using the newly free hand to push his raised pelvis back to the ground. Now supporting herself in a kind of "press up" position she was leaning in. The tips of her cascading hair brushed over his cock and balls. From the direction of her voice and the feel of her hair he could tell where she was and how she must be positioned. Before he could stop himself, he blurted out "oh god." He felt her lift off him and he lay still... "I'm sorry, I mean... Um... Oh god mistress?" She leaned in toward his ear and whispered.... "good try, to late - lie still rugby boy" He was kicking himself. - she had him by the balls, almost literally but definitely figuratively and he was making it easy for her She was only gone for a few moments. She had only just, caught herself and was grateful he had broken the spell. His outburst to god was enough to re focus her and snap her from the haze of unfocused horniness. She had planned for this night and had almost strayed from the set course. The temptation to just grab his cock and lower her pussy onto his, obviously eager face had almost overwhelmed her. She smiled remembering that her own orgasm was not far away... and it would be worth the wait. " I have nearly finished with you rugby boy. Only a little while longer and you can go home for the night. You'd like that wouldn't you rugby boy?" He nodded slowly, not sure if it was the right thing to do and not even certain if it was what he wanted. "For the next few minutes you only have to do two things," She spoke slowly and deliberately making sure he was getting the details "One, you will continue to lie still until I am finished, understand?" Again he nodded quietly "Two, your tongue will be extended and moving... again until I am finished," "Are you clear on those instructions rugby boy" He nodded his understanding gently once more. She took a quick moment to gauge her situation. She had one of, if not the most desirable man in the city, lying naked on her lounge room floor. His cock was twinging and tweaking in anticipation. She was in control. Her nakedness was not a vulnerability but an extra strength. She knew he was powerless to do anything despite his not being bound or physically restrained in any way. He was as good as physically imprisoned yet not at all. She knew she was blackmailing him. This did not sit comfortably with her but the capabilities of power and dominance so recently attained were hard to argue against and sacrifice. Besides, judging by the strength and obvious hardness of his erection he was not entirely displeased. In fact she was sure despite the confusion he was enjoying himself immensely. She ran a long fingernail lightly up his cock from the base to the tip. Aside from his cock bouncing and jumping in delight he managed to suppress any indicators of how he felt. "Good boy, rugby boy, you are going really well. Not long now" she caressed him with her voice as she lightly began to wank him in her hand. Barely touching she stroked his turgid cock. She felt his pulse through the veins in his weapon and marveled at its weighty length and the full head. His balls were nicely tight and swollen. Shaking her head to re focus, she let him go and reached for the old mp3 player she had sitting on the floor nearby. The player was old but the noise cancelling earplugs were very new and very good. "Right" she said as she gently slipped them into his ears. Pleasingly they were a good fit and did not extend far outward. There was no audio playing so she knew that, although slightly muffled, he would be able to hear her. "Ok rugby boy, let's see your tongue wiggle and no other movement." With that, she pressed play and watched his expression. David could now hear nothing other than the audio once it had started. The first song was a remake of an old classic. Barry White was introducing his part in, lets just kiss. ... and say goodbye. David recognized the irony and even managed a little smile. This beautiful minx was putting him through hell. He had been robbed of both sight and sound... Well his choice of hearing. A stranger was blackmailing him. His right to independent actions had been completely taken away from him and he had knew, he could only ever get it back at this strange beauty's whim. Despite all this, he was no longer afraid. In fact he could not deny he was enjoying being at someone's mercy. It was so different to being the responsible leader. Here he had no decisions to make. He was in fact banned from making any of his own. So, he smiled ... and extended his tongue. She saw her rugby boys tongue protrude through his smile and her heart jumped in delight. Turning on her own stereo to local radio she maneuvered his arms away from his sides, knelt so her shins crossed his biceps at right angles and lowered her bare pussy toward his (by now) frantically wiggling tongue. With her thighs taught stretched, the sensation as his tongue met her lips was almost overwhelming. The jolt that coursed through her as his wet mouth muscle expertly parted her labia in what seemed like a single simple heavy lick, was mind blowing She tilted her head back and arched her back. Holding still she moaned as Davids tongue pointed at and through her drenched entrance David couldn't hear anything other than the music. He felt his arms being manipulated to right angles from his body and felt the weight of her pin his arms to the ground. He knew he could easily break away as she was not heavy but the feeling of giving in to her was strangely enjoyable. He knew what was coming. At least he felt he knew what was coming. Her, on his face. He was not adverse to oral pleasure having bought girls off that way a few times. But being David Tanner, captain of the local professional rugby team, had it's advantages. This meant in the bedroom things usually went the way he liked. This involved enthusiastic blowjobs and numerous positions all dictated by him to a willing partner. He was far more often on the receiving end than the giving. His brief encounters were usually hoping that their performance might lead to something more. Perhaps even a relationship. This was very different he thought as he felt her gradually lowering herself onto him. Then contact. Her lips met his. He tasted her and she tasted good. Never before had this smell and taste appealed so much to him. His enthusiasm was genuine and seemingly his only immediate goal, was to please her. As his lips touched her body his busy tongue hesitated briefly. She froze above him. After a brief pause David tilted his head and slowly lapped upward. Stiffening his tongue he lapped up between her lips - parting the moist, hot slippery meat on its journey. He was delighted to feel that she was either freshly shaven or waxed and her smooth wet vagina tasted and felt good. Slowly he repeated the track up and down her slit, stopping each time before he felt near where her clit may protrude, tilting his head and starting again from the bottom of her slit She was in heaven. His slow start was delicious. Matching his pace slightly she began to lightly dip her pelvis and slide along his willing tongue. Kneeling in her own lounge, from her position she was looking directly out onto the sidewalk. She tried to focus on the passes by, to see if she could pick out a familiar face. It was a surreal feeling. Anonymously watching the residents of your home city, go about their business while you sat naked, fucking the face of their most desirable male icon. She knew she would not last here long. The public faces became a blur and collective moving mural. Reaching forward she gently grabbed his cock and gave him a few light strokes from the balls right up to the tip. She was hoping to convey her pleasure through this action and encourage her living sex toy below her. She wanted to send a signal to him so that he knew he was doing well. David was trying to steadily increase his lapping technique and focus on feeling her when he felt her hand on his cock. Moaning with delight he somehow managed to stay still, despite wanting to thrust upward and fuck her hand. She only held him for a few seconds but the feeling was incredible. He was filled with frustration and desire, which combined to increase his licking speed. His thinking was that, if I can make her come - perhaps she will at last return the favor. With very little way of knowing what stage she was at, David wasn't sure when to advance his tongue tasting to try and find her little bud. He would try soon and just go for broke. She was already very close to her edge and knew what she needed to get over. She was aware, through everything that David was deliberately avoiding her clit and she didn't mind. She gave him that little semblance of power, knowing when she was close enough she would do what she wanted to get her orgasm - but she did like his technique Welling inside her was something unlike any experience she had ever had. Every sinew and fibre was tightening. Every corpuscle was focused on her groin and the increasing heat and delight was building. Her hands clenched on his chest and dug deeply into his flesh. After only a couple of minutes of David's centralized attentions she knew she was approaching the point of no return. Easing her self backward she straightened and arched her back, tilting her body further above his head. In the process physically pinning David's head onto the folded gown pillow. As she tilted and arched she bought her clit directly onto David's mouth. She jumped as he licked her on the love button and then clenched, clamping her self there. David now was in no doubt she was close. As he felt her tighten above her he inhaled through his mouth and managed to create a seal between them. Again somehow increasing the speed at which he worked he probed and licked his way around the pronounced bud that proudly presented itself. Helena screamed. Her toned thighs tightened and she ground her core into the living love toy. In seconds she was over the edge and doing all she could to stay upright. She bucked on his head as the lightening which combined with flashing stars, over took her consciousness. Within her body, muscles went into spasm, her waist bucked uncontrollably. Over the course of the next few minutes she came and came again. David was not stopping and she was not climbing off. After her third, slightly less violent orgasm she raised one of her legs and collapsed on the rug beside David. Lying and panting along side his body, which lay he in the opposite direction. After what seemed like several minutes she raised herself up onto an elbow and lightly brushed an open palm over one of her possessions nipples. She lowered her hand to his ear and removed the headphone buds gently. David to his credit was still lying still and moving his tongue. She smiled at him. "You can stop moving that gorgeous tongue of yours now rugby boy, well done" He licked his lips before retracting his tongue and smiled. "Lie still and don't move," she mentioned to him as she raised herself and left the room. Still plunged in absolute darkness David laid there. It seemed like hours - he dared not move as the consequences of disobeying his mistress far out weighed his curiosity now. He had learned this already the hard way. From the state of absolute arousal he gradually wound down. His large phallus fell into a relaxed state over the many minutes he remained alone. He desperately wanted a release but dared not bring himself the satisfaction. He could feel a small pool of pre cum forming on his stomach as the contracting pipes of his body forced it out. Gradually the urge to come lessened... but the dull ache in his balls did not. She returned to her bathroom and showered. She washed her body and hair, taking her time and soaking in the memory of her fantastic experience. Putting on a light makeup and some deodorant she dressed in some comfortable casual clothes and returned to her lounge with a small bag she had prepared earlier. As she expected, David was there and had not moved. He heard her approach and his anxiety started lifting. It was no longer a feeling of fear so much as one of what was going to happen next. She noticed he was very flaccid and just the way she wanted him. "Good boy, rugby boy" she offered as from the bag she removed the item she had only recently purchased. "Just one more thing and I can let you go," she said as she took his limp but strengthening cock in her hand. Before it got to hard she slid it into the device. Having never used one of these she was very pleased at how the tube fit and the ring slipped into place around his balls. She noticed she was lucky to get the device on promptly as the new attention to his genitals had already swelled him to fill the available space. The last thing was to click the rubber coated padlock into the latch between the ball ring and the cock tube. "There you go Rugby Boy" I bought you a little present for my new little cock" As she said this she removed the blindfold from his face and watched as he grimaced and squinted, adjusting to the invasion from the light. David was quick to take in his new dilemma and frowned lightly with the growing discomfort. He did not say anything but turned his gaze back to his captor who had not seen for some time. She looked amazing. Freshly dressed in comfortable jeans, a long tee shirt and a hair tie holding back her long red hair - slightly off to one side. He felt extremely naked. She met his gaze and commented "well done today Rugby Boy, you performed above expectation" David and Helena Ch. 02 Her praise was mocking but he felt a swelling both internally... and still in his cock. The damn device was restraining him however and he couldn't help but feel that his much desired relief ...was not close at hand. Looking down at the thing attached to him he knew he would struggle to firstly remove it or alternatively reach orgasm while wearing it. Noticing the direction of his gaze Helena spoke again "Yes, well now you are basically free to go.... with a few conditions." He looked at her pleadingly thinking that this device was going to be central to the conditions and not feeling that comfortable about it. "Condition One" she continued "The cock cage remains on. You are my new possession and only I get to say when it is released" she said pointing at his cock. He bowed his head. "Condition 2. When you get home you are to send a picture of your cock in this device to this email address" she handed him a slip of paper with her email and phone number typed upon it. "Otherwise - don't contact me unless there is an absolute emergency. If you do and I decide that this is not important enough there will be big consequences" She looked him in the eye and offered a kind of olive branch "Right, Rugby Boy, Here are your clothes" she said handing them to him. "Do you have any questions?" He felt himself trying to grow inside the device against the discomfort and barrier. He was shocked and bewildered with this latest turn of events and certainly not thinking clearly. To top it off he was so horny he could not think straight. It was now well into the evening The joy of being released was tempered by the thought of being trapped within this small inconvenient apparatus. As with most of the day his thought processes were in disarray. He blurted out. "I have a game tomorrow night. ... Against the Scarlett's!" She smiled at him as he finished pulling his jeans slightly awkwardly over his ensnared penis and balls. "That is not a question... but I will let it slide.... And I agree she said, you do have a game tomorrow night" She watched as he pulled on the rest of his gear before leading him to the door and opening it. He looked and lost as he walked past her and onto the street. As he made his way past her, she said "good night" before a long pause... "and, thanks for coming" David and Helena Ch. 03 This is a tease and denial story first and foremost. If that isn't your thing then ok, probably best you save your time. It is also probably just as much a "non consent/reluctance" story but I am looking ahead. Let me know your thoughts at the end if you so wish. I hope you enjoy the read... ................................................. He sat with his head in his hands. His luxury apartment and panoramic view over the harbor seemed of little consequence as he considered his predicament. Only hours ago he had the world at his feet. He was an athlete at the peak of his career seemingly on a trajectory to stardom, a hero in the public eye. This week he would be playing in front of the national selectors, perhaps about to achieve his lifelong dream of selection for his country. It was something that had burned inside of him for as long as he could remember. Since he could walk, he would seemingly do so, only ever with a rugby ball in hand. All of his toddler photos through to his teenage years had a ball in it or a rugby field framing the shot. His father was his greatest supporter and his mother a close second. He had been a player, cut down before expressing his talents with a serious ACL knee injury. Loosing his father a couple of years earlier had been devastating for David. Lost for a while in self pity and grief - he had considered giving the game away. Close friends and his mother, who of course was suffering her own massive loss, rightly pointed out that his father would have wanted him to continue playing and to the highest level he could achieve. His mothers concern for David in the way he sometimes played meant she would wish he had chosen a different occupation occasionally. However in the heart of big games he knew his mother was behind him 100% and he saw how her face glowed and her chest swelled when he had led his side to victory. She sought him out afterward with massive mom hugs. It really became quite life changing for him, with a new focus on a career that had been middling at best, blossoming into something quite special. Before his fathers death he had been content to enjoy his talents and ride them wherever they took him. Since the accident, which took his dad, he was doing everything he could to be better as a rugby player. He followed the nutritionist's advice, dropping the many social beers back to one or two a week - just to be polite. He had upped his protein intake and reduced the amount of fat in his diet. He would do extra training after the required team runs, where he would work on his micro skills, the catching and passing or tricky ball handling drills. Mean while the other players would gradually leave the field one by one to shower and head home. He was noticed. His body shape gradually changed and his muscles and body grew. His chest expanded from the diet and extra training and the more focused gym training. David's coaches began to acknowledge his workload and held him up as an example to the other players for his diligent effort. The trainers noticed his size, speed and stamina improve over time and patted themselves on the back for the gains and his improvement. David's stat sheet had improved markedly also. The software used to count his contributions showed steady increases in effort. He made more tackles with more impact; he made more ball carries with a greater average distance and his handling error rate decreased. His team held him up as an example to follow. Not only admiring his improvement but his courage in defense. He had a reputation for being a no nonsense tackler who refused to take a backward step. He hit hard and he hit squarely. When you ran into David Tanner, you risked your body's condition and your reputation. Bluntly he was feared throughout the competition. In his own mind David was glad to see that the harder he worked, the better he got. He made a steady rise into the leadership group and had not long ago, eased into the captaincy. Everything was tracking along nicely until only very recently when his vice, gambling, or more accurately - risk taking, had placed him in a very delicate position. He'd made several bets in the past and the rush was all about breaking a rule. It was a rule he cared or thought little about but it meant he could have his little time away from the responsibilities and roles that came with being in charge. He knew that the consequences of his actions were dramatic if he were to be caught by the right people. The governing body of the sport would probably slap him with a life ban and his career would be over. He guffed as he thought to himself that perhaps it was lucky so far that he was being blackmailed and not handed over to the authorities. Or, as he thought more reflectively - perhaps that was yet to come and what he was going through would be all in vain and the utter humiliation would be ahead - not in the recent past. He started to think about Helena, his controlling mistress and the holder of his destiny. He was trying to be angry. He had every right. She had played with him and tortured him mercilessly. She had teased him to the edge of ecstasy and not let him over. She had denied him his senses and embarrassed and humiliated him... Yet, he was not thinking vengefully or aggressively toward her. Through her teasing and torment, his desire to see her had grown. In a figurative and literal sense he wanted to see her again as she was so tauntingly, confidently and sexily attractive. She had turned his normally sharp mind to mush. He had become her willing, pliable clay in the matter of a few hours. He had returned home and immediately taken some pictures of himself in the equipment, which he emailed off, to his mistress. "Iamowned@gmail.com" seemed as suitable email address as any, he thought as he pressed send. In the two shots he had taken he was sure to not show his face. As requested in her note he had included his personal mobile phone number He wasn't sure but he thought he missed her. "How fucking bizarre" he thought He wanted to see her legs and he wanted to see her tits. He wanted to see her face again and he wanted to make her smile. He let out an anguished "Arguuugh" as he felt his wood start to fill the plastic barrel of the cock lock she had encased him in. The small rubber padlock bounced against his balls lightly as he stood and made his way to bed. It was well after midnight, he had the most important game of his career, the next day, his desire to come was through the roof, he was thinking about a girl and his cock was locked in a small plastic barrel. "Hmmmm" was all he could muster in his head, not the best game prep ever... to say the least. He knew he would not sleep well! She Was not asleep either. The thrill of receiving the email so quickly after his departure and her brains unwillingness to switch off from dissecting the days events meant unconsciousness was beyond her. The day could not have gone any better. She had, straddled the head of her home city's favorite son, attaining multiple orgasms and a great deal of physical satisfaction. Despite her wrestle with the legal and moral side of her control, she smiled as she remembered the emotional side of her journey so far. She had felt the thrill of her ultimate power. Having someone so desirable at her beck and call was a powerful aphrodisiac and now her mind was running wild as to what she could do with her new toy. She had a plan and hoped she could stick with it. A concern she had was for his mental well-being. There was a flicker of fear that he was not up to this process she was conducting. The joy she got, far outweighed any real fears but she hoped the end result would prove to be a symbiotic outcome rather than just her benefiting solely from their liaisons. She felt he was starting to enjoy himself, as was her intention. The balance between pleasure and torture would prove to be a delicate one but she also thought David might have a small psychological issue she could be helping with. She was no professional but had the feeling that it was probably a good thing she caught him gambling, rather than someone else - from his industry. None the less she was wide awake as she thought of his Adonis like body and admired athletic mind, which were both more or less, hers to do as she pleased. Thinking of his vein-ridden cock, waving at his waist while she had ridden his face she slipped her hands down her flanks below the sheets and hooked her delicate underwear away in the process. Quickly finding her bud amongst the moist folds it took no time to massage her core to yet another quick orgasm to round out the day. Her panting, writhing body eased eventually into a rested and satiated state. She fell asleep with the corners of her mouth turned up - as her toes had been - four times that day. The little sleep David had that night was fitful and restless. Dreams of prisons, shackles and inmates were punctuated by realizations of his predicament, every time he moved in bed. Each roll over or turn meant an unfamiliar feeling between his legs, thoughts of his situation, a frustrated attempted erection and a long spell of writhing before further fitful sleep. This cycle happened many times. He finally awake early for good, rose and showered. At some stage during the day he knew he would have to make some decisions. He could not play professional rugby in a cock cage, he could attempt to remove the locked device, which would get him through the game, but he would not be able to put it back on without the key. This was assuming that he didn't do himself an injury in its removal. If he did release the device he knew he would have to face the irritation or wrath of his mistress. She had been quite specific about only she having the right of removing it. He couldn't believe how fast he had gotten into the habit of thinking about her that way - his mistress! He could hand himself in but then the cards would rapidly fall and his reputation and life would be in tatters. Yes, the decisions would come later. There was nothing for it, he would have to prepare as normally as possible, hope for a change... and that it might be a positive one. She woke with the smile still upon her face and the dried musk of last nights sign off session, subtly felt between her legs and on her underwear. She arose and prepared as if it were any Saturday. These for her involved a delicious long shower, a quick chat with her mother and father in the next city and brunch with two of her closest friends at a favorite cafe. They were all used to her independent single life and so weren't surprised when upon enquiry she informed them that there was no new news. She had to keep David a secret, at least until she had woven him a by story to fit into her extended life - if she so chose. She smiled to herself as she thought how uncomfortable he must be and how each time he would be reminded of her and her power over him. David sat in a meeting with a small group of players. The whole team had met earlier at a hotel booked for them. The coach reminded them of the strategy to first play a territorial game and thrive off the opposition mistakes through their own pressure. The opposition was a strong side and led the league table but David and his side would catch them if they had a good win. The small group David sat with were players he would deal most with during the game. He was a loose forward for this game and as such would have a close relationship with the other two starting loose forwards and the half back - in particular during the live elements of the match. Normally he would lead and prompt talk from the other three men but today David was distracted and miles away. It was Tommy, the halfback who first piped up and ribbed him gently... "You ok boss, ugly woman trouble - maybe I can help?" two which the other two chuckled. David had a reputation for dating the town's most attractive women while Tommy had bedded the odd troll when his beer goggles had led him astray in the evenings. "What, sorry, nah" was all David could come out with and this did nothing for the comfort of the other three. His cock pulsed against the plastic confines in his shorts. David was starting to get nervous. He had no message from his mistress, his cock was swelling in a cage, though thankfully no one could notice. Despite his attempted erections the tube remained pointed down. He new he couldn't play like this - not just the physical risk but also the mental distraction. If someone saw him like this or noticed the plastic trouser chamber in the close contact his fearsome reputation would be in tatters. He managed to switch back into the group meeting enough to get through but did little to ease the others minds. For them, their best player, in the most crucial game, was mentally absent. The leader that they looked to, appeared and seemed vacant or distracted. David had three hours left and had not heard from his mistress. He was not panicking just yet but was growing increasingly doubtful. He made a visit to the mens room and established that he could not remove the cock lock without either doing himself some harm (which would take some explaining) or without outside help. He was not willing to ask for that. She finished up after lunch with her girl friends and completed some housework. As she was dusting away she thought about how she might use David for this among other things, into the future. She packed her bag and made her way into town ready for the next part of her adventure. Closer to game time, David had managed to get changed in private and he was certain no one was aware of his predicament . Standing there in his yellow and black rugby jersey trying to slightly hold back his hips to avoid detection the group all gazed toward him. The coach who spoke about the importance of the match had addressed them all on how they should play for one another. He also picked out David for special mention and informed the other players that David was in consideration for national honors and how, with the respect they all had for him, they should do everything in their power to help him make the national team. "If they only new" thought David, "their respect would be gone faster than you can say... cock cage!" Normally David would speak up to reinforce his coaches words but partly due to the fact he was only half listening he instructed the boys to get outside and go on with their individual warm ups on the field. David was going to risk it. Fully kitted, boots, socks, mouth guard, shorts jersey, strapping tape, lifters... and cock ring. He knew he wasn't prepared for this game but more than anything he felt disappointed. He thought his mistress was organized and selfish in a way that somehow... was benefiting him. He could see no way this treatment was of any advantage to him - right now or in the future. In fact he was risking serious injury. "Oh well," he thought. You got yourself into this mess. You can keep it hidden from everyone and try to do the best you can". Not quite the inspirational quote or phrase he was hoping for... but appropriate non-the less. As he lent in to hook the towel above his bag he heard the familiar vibration from his phones message alert. She pressed send and lent back in her chair to wait. "Concourse 2, Isle 7, second green door on the right past the groundsman office. Now!" David read the text and ran out of the door to the changing room. The manager of the team looked at him in disbelief as he took off out the door - running away from the field. He screamed his name "David, what the hell are you doing, we kick off in..." checking his watch. .."twenty minutes" He was gone. He only had a rough idea of where concourse 2 was as he sprinted away from the changing room and his teammates. Finding a door to the stairwell, he started up them, three at a time. Two large flights later he burst out of the door. He was running in his rugby boots, which was not ideal and hard to manage on the slick concrete surface. He was gathering stares from some of the fans and staff who all knew who he was and were, doubtless wondering what is the captain doing wandering around up here. Most were lining up to get to food or drink or chatting to friends as he sprinted past along concourse 2. He saw isle seven and made his way along the long wide hall away from the ground until he came to the right door. Looking back over his shoulder he noticed that despite the obvious curiosity, no one had followed him. Knocking gently he was relieved that the door opened when tested it and he made his way in. She was relieved to see him. Her direct order to come at such a time she knew was a risk. He may have made other arrangements and in fact decided to come clean and confess to the authorities which indeed would have put her at risk in a criminal sense. Seeing him there like this, dressed as a gladiator ready for battle filled her up. She swelled with lust, power and yearning. "Hello, rugby boy, how are you going" she asked in a composed looking manner with a raised eyebrow. Despite everything, David couldn't help but think how good it was to see her. Even getting the text made him react like had never before. Running full tether until he got here. His cock became secondary for some reason and just getting to see this woman who controlled him was a driving force. "I'm well thanks my mistress" he managed with a kind of grimaced smile. He didn't want her to know he was enjoying himself. God, things were weird enough as it was. The biggest day of his playing career and he had fled the changing room like a frightened schoolgirl. " You got here quickly" she said, "I like that, good boy" The syndicated gambling office that Helena worked for owned the office and being able to book it out when ever she needed it had made it ideal for tonight's purposes. Luckily no one else wanted it despite the big game. It was sparsely decorated but her needs tonight required little need for furniture. There were a few corporate office chairs and a meeting table in the main room with a small offshoot bathroom attached. "Come here rugby boy," she instructed him from her seat. His cock was pressing out against its constraints at just the sound of her voice. He felt it fill the tube and his balls press against the ring and lock. When he arrived in front of her chair she looked up at him grabbed the hem of his shorts and lowered them to his ankles. His spandex underwear followed them shortly after. His caged manhood popped free in front of Helena. She dramatically licked her lips and removed a chain from her neck, which was connected to a familiar looking key. Undoing the padlock she slid the tube over David's cock. It was a tight fit and though it stuck a little she managed to free his cock with some gentle manipulation. Davids manhood sprang free and began to rapidly grow into the free space. She then took off the ring as David stood statue like before her. Her grip was like satin and every touch was setting off pleasure fireworks along his entire length. His newly released manhood seemed to be finding new growth as he expanded in her hand. "Follow me, she instructed" as she stood and led him into the small bathroom – her hand around his hardening, warm log. The basin was filled with soapy water and a hand cloth. Squeezing the excess from the small towel, Helena began to bathe David's cock. He tilted his head back slightly but managed to not make a sound as the warm water and cloth caressed his unsheathed sword. When Helena had washed and dried his member she led him back into the small meeting room. His awkward shuffling around the room would have appeared extremely comical. By now he was as hard as granite though and cared little for how he appeared. David and Helena Ch. 03 "Lean over the table" she ordered and he did. "Back a bit" she instructed him, guiding him until he moved down on the table and his cock sprang free over the edge. He was lying face down on the meeting table with his cock almost pointing parallel to the floor below. His underwear around his ankles and swollen manhood drunkenly pointing the way. Helena gave him three quick spanks hard on the ass. Bending down she slipped under the table to be faced with the eye of his weapon. As she sat almost upright in front of his powerful thighs she began to lightly stroke his cock. Slowly increasing the pace of her ministrations she rested her forehead against the underneath of the table and took the tip of his meat into her mouth. God. He felt heavy and hard. He lay above her. Again denied the visual pleasure of what was happening to him. There was no denying or hiding what was occurring though and his balls began to boil. He would not last long and the explosion he so obviously needed and wanted was desperately close. He wanted to say something but recent experiences with this woman pointed to the wisdom of silence. He was only seconds away. He knew he should warn her that a large ball load of come was about to head her throats direction. He couldn't bring himself to speak.. She loved to suck cock. Over the last day or so the hardest thing (aside from David's penis) had been to resist fulfilling the urge to jam David's massive cock into her hungry mouth and lick and suck until she got a feed of glorious come. Now as she sat wedged between the floor and the bottom of the table she was able to glory in the taste and texture of David's shaft and large shiny orb She licked and focused on the tip with her limited ability to move her head but she did so with an ever-increasing tempo. She attacked the small crease of skin on the base of his tip with her tongue while bobbing her head and encasing his large knob with her wet, warm, lubricated mouth. Reaching around and up she managed to grasp David's incredibly tight butt and pull it downward firmly, pressing his belly into the table with some of her weight. It was as if she were attached to him, again out of his sight but definitely in charge of his pleasure. David wanted to thrust but he was firmly pinned. He could move if he wanted but the only direction possible would be away from the fantastic sensations he was receiving. He was unwilling to risk any change given his short history with this beautiful minx. His blood pressure grew and he started to get the familiar feeling where his balls would tingle and the point of no return was drawing close. Wondering if she would swallow or spit was the final pre come thought he could manage as he felt his balls begin to stir and lift with the imminent launch of his seed. Despite her aggression under the table, Helena was paying close attention to David's physical state. David lifted his head off the table and arched his back. His body tensed. Rigid legs with lineout lifting tape strapped tightly at mid thigh were taught and locked straight with muscles and sinew at full stretch in both directions - hamstrings fought with an array of quad muscles. Underneath the table Helena who had already enjoyed a good gob of slick precum noticed all of this. Right at the point she saw David's balls begin to tighten she stopped all contact with him. Releasing his bum with her hands his cock slipped from her mouth and she slid out and up to stand, looking down on his prone frame. "Don't you dare come, rugby boy" was all she said. She watched his body heave and twitch with the new pleasure sensations taking him over. He felt his unattended cock waving and bobbing under the table like it was conducting an orchestra. For almost a minute he was on the edge of coming. He didn't care if he did or didn't but only wanted the tension and frustration to subside. He had let go a loud roar under the new torture, he remembered that. But the last few minutes were almost a blur. He knew what she had done to him but now his body had fought with his mind in a massive struggle of consent or deny. "Stand up, rugby boy" she said. " Goodness, you have done well" she said with a tone of admiration. David looked down and saw there was only a few drops of precum on the hard floor. Somehow, he had kept from blowing his load and consequently kept himself in her good books. It had certainly been good luck more than good management he felt. Reaching up to stroke his face fondly and hold his chin she stared into his eyes. He held her gaze directly. It was an unusual sight. The beautiful, fully clothed, betting office manager, holding the primed athlete by his strong jaw gently, his pants around his ankles while his bobbing cock danced between them. "Now" she said calmly and quietly " I believe you have a game to get to?" she said while tilting her head to the side and raising an eyebrow. " I will see you afterward," she said as she reached around, lightly patted him on the bottom. She spun on her heel, opened the office door and left the room. David was stunned, again. How could she keep doing this to him he thought? He was a grown man, in the prime of his life. He needed release and his nerve endings were jangling and wrecked across his entire body. The next few moments were a blur as he managed to resist wanking himself to climax, pull his shorts over his hardly subsiding erection and make his way back to the changing room. He opened the door to see 25 and more heads turn his way. The relief in the faces was obvious - with only one exception. Jimmy Thompson had just been told that he would be promoted from the bench to starting flanker if David did not show. His was the only disappointed face. With the relief was obvious anxiety and David had to do something. He apologized briefly for "having something to take care of" and in a short message to his troupes instructed them to "follow me!" Then they huddled in the middle of the room and cried out the team name in unison before David led them from the sheds, internally wondering what the hell he was doing. Putting on a good show for the boys was one thing but David's mind was in turmoil. He had never been so aroused or frustrated. His nerve endings were on tenterhooks as he headed from the tunnel out into the bright lights of the stadium and the hit of the welcoming roar. It was a capacity crowd and they were a vocal lot. For the biggest game of his life, he just hoped that his training would carry him through... as his usual focus; pregame warm up and standard preparation had certainly not been carried out. He managed to get through the coin toss without messing it up and his team would receive the kickoff. After a brief and stern message to his boys about giving it everything for 80 minutes, David and his team set up to receive the ball. On the whistle the high kick arced directly to his position near the sideline. This was perfect he thought briefly, a chance to get into the game right from the outset." I'll get past the distractions and immerse myself in the job at hand." In the fleeting seconds that it took for the ball to arrive, David mind flashed back. Her legs, the smell of her pussy hovering above his face, the sound of music while he tasted her and the feel of her satin like texture. The feel of her generous but hidden blowjob, which had stopped before he could really get the full enjoyment.... All this he felt over and above the atmosphere, noise and raw emotion of a professional contact sport. He dropped the ball. The rushing opposition winger managed to scoop it up and nearly scored in the corner and would have, had the defending fullback for David's team not reacted well and bundled him out into touch near their own goal line. "Christ" thought David. What a start! He managed to somehow flush the memory of the mistake and make his way to the lineout with his team. He called a move which involved a down and give from the locks. From there it was a swift flat pass to himself who would take it at full steam. From here the team would set up a ruck before the ball would be kicked down field into a more neutral, less defensive position on the field. It was a move that the team had practiced hundreds of times and they could all practically do it in their sleep. The other forwards knew their roles well. They were to protect the halfback at the lineout or quickly get to the ruck and clean out the opposing poaches before they could win the ball. It was a standard move for the situation and one many teams used when hard on defense. The first part of the move went perfectly. Despite opposition pressure the lineout was won and the ball fed to the halfback. David stood flat in position and felt the passion well up inside him. Over 24 hours of having his balls denied and teased had affected him greatly. Inside he felt a rage. He wasn't angry at his mistress, or at dropping the ball. This was a rage of pent up frustration that needed release. If his cock could get no relief he would need to expend the dammed up energy elsewhere... He ran full pace and met the ball perfectly. In that instant, David changed the game plan. His role in the move was to hit into the 1st 5 8th from the opposition forcing him to make a tackle. David wasn't known as a great ball runner with evasion or power but he was very reliable. Almost without fail he would return the ball to the back of the ruck, on his own teams side, despite the best efforts of opponents to poach it or disrupt his set ups. David had many strengths but evasion was not his area of great expertise. At this moment and under these circumstances David decided it would be different. Two steps after receiving the ball he jinked slightly off his right foot and veered away from the 1st 5 for the opposition - Johnny Williamson. He was a safe defender in his own right. David's fresh course took him directly into the path of his opposite number Jerry Colleens who was regarded as a fearsome tackler - much in the same mold as David. All of this unfolded in a heartbeat. Perhaps it was because of the unexpected method or the vigor that David had pouring through his body. Perhaps it was Because the opposition, having combed over video analysis of David and his teams previous games and had seen the 'release' pattern - and were caught unaware. Jerry was slightly late lowering his shoulder and Johnny was at a bad angle. David glanced off the attempted tackle from Johnny at the side - not even needing a fend before striding through a hole. Lowering his center of gravity David met Jerry in a bone thudding contact. Both men were moving forward with David having more velocity. In the event of Jerry being slightly off with his body position and not being able to wrap his arms fast enough at the contact point, he was sent sailing backwards. His body was sent flying through the air and landed in an ungainly pile on his back. His head rocked backward and hit the ground hard. David burst free. He ran twenty-five meters before drawing a covering tackle and offloading to his supporting players who were rampaging behind him in disbelief. The play ended with a fumble of the ball near the opposition goal line. David made his way to the ensuing scrum to the loudest roar he could ever remember hearing at the stadium. They hadn't even scored and his supporters were in raptures. He glanced back down the field to see Jerry Colleens running back into position. He was shaking his head and dusting himself off. Never in his whole life, from the first time he saw a rugby ball through ten years of physically playing professional rugby had he been hit so hard or so embarrassed. He was sore and had had his bell rung. The beauty of rugby is that it is an eighty-minute game and with little water under the bridge there was a long way to go. David and the team certainly had momentum but they had a lot of rugby to play. He felt good for his down field burst but was certainly not satisfied. The rage still burned within him and barely keeping a lid on his energy he set down for the scrum with the rest of the forwards. His scrum managed to win the hit and from pressure and go forward David felt there was a chance to win back possession. The opposition managed to scramble the ball away with a low pass to Johnny Williamson for their planned defensive clearance. David had anticipated the move through his own analysis of the other team earlier in the week and with the help of his dominant scrum got a flyer away following after the low pass. Johnny bent to collect the ball and shape for the kick. As he looked up he saw that David was bearing down on him and he may have his kick charged down. He was famous for his composure under pressure so he hesitated a split second before side stepping hard to his left and set up to kick off his left foot. As David gained full speed toward Johnny he felt very light on his feet. He felt as strong as an ox but somehow light and agile. His head was clear and in the game. He will never know what was the indicator but he anticipated Williamson's side step. In the split second David had to decide to either keep his line to try and block the kick or trust his instinct and swerve right to meet and respond to Johnny's impending move. Johnny didn't know what hit him. His sidestep was perfect which should have given him clear air and the time to kick. Instead he felt his chest compress and evacuate all of the air inside of it. He was driven back at least four meters before landing flat on his back in the in goal area with the full weight of David Tanners body driving into him through the shoulder. Somehow Williamson placed the ball for a loss of possession and an attacking scrum to David's team from the five-meter line. From that point on the game was in the bag. The two most influential players from the opposition had been neutralized. Their confidence had taken a hit and David was playing like a man amongst boys. Everything he touched turned to gold. He made several long ball carries during the game and more devastating tackles than usual. He even managed to score from yet another uncharacteristic, twenty meter burst late in the game. This one came while acting on instinct and spotting unmarked space down a tight blindside. Those watching the game also saw him take the ball at the lineout one handed at full stretch and at the top of the lift. Once, even from an opposition throw. He showed enhanced pace, at one stage catching an opposition center on the angle before man crunching him over the sideline and discarding him like a school ground bully. He rallied his men to lift themselves by his deeds. And they did. When asked later his teammates could only shake their heads in wonder at what had lifted their already inspirational leader to such dizzying new heights. There were comments amongst them about how he seemed "possessed" or that "his eyes seemed to burn with raw emotion" and other interesting tales. Aside from these stretched truths and enhanced tales - reserved for legendary acts - from the outside, he appeared to be quite normal as far as they could tell. There was the strange disappearance prior to kick off but while not standard, it was excusable. The massive performance was put down to a player rising to an occasion and in so doing putting a performance on which would be remembered by all who saw it. Who cared what led to it... David lowered himself into the recovery ice bath. He felt satisfied to a degree but despite his body looking like a street gang had attacked him, he felt little fatigue. He knew he had played well but for the most part the game was a blur. The endorphins and hormones that had put him in the zone so to speak were still at an elevated level. He felt high and didn't really want it to end. He had stayed on the field for almost an hour after the game going through the process's of warming down, meeting his mother, who was beside herself with pride, meeting delirious fans and signing autographs. He exited the ground through the tunnel and fulfilled his obligations to the media. Despite their queries around on their perceived feelings on his imminent national squad selection - he always steered his answers back to how he felt - it was a team effort and no one individual was responsible for the big win. David knew they would write what they wanted but he was not about to fill an arrogant label for himself. He was proud of his own game but that was something he would keep to himself. His head was still buzzing with recent goings on so he got through the media as succinctly and carefully as he could. Finally relaxing in the ice-cold water he could quietly reflect on things in some peace. The other players were already showered and had left for the social side of pro sport beckoning, only a few stragglers remaining. Climbing the pool ladder he toweled off and examined his body for serious damage. "not to bad" he muttered noticing only a few cuts and bruises around his torso and one of his eyes was swollen. About to pull on his underwear he heard his cell phone buzz in his bag. Usually he would wait to read all the texts and messages in congratulations, or condolences after a loss for when he was at home and completely relaxed. For some reason he picked up his phone and checked the screen. "35 new messages" which was slightly more than the standard post game amount. Upon opening the phone application he noticed the most recent was from his mistress and it read. "Your cock in a photo, dripping pre come... Don't you dare go all the way! Send it to me, you have 5 minutes" David shock his head..."Unbelievable!", he thought to himself. He made his way into the toilet of the changing room and dropped the towel. He noticed from the message that he only had 4 minutes left. On the short trip from his locker to the cubicle he felt his loins stir. Despite having only excited from the near zero degree pool seconds ago, ... His wood was good. Thinking of her slick, tasty pussy and what it would feel like to pound his cock through its entrance - he rapidly stroked himself to full length. His unmet needs meant despite 80 minutes of high-level rugby, the subsequent cool down time, including an ice bath, he was quickly aroused again. Jerking himself furiously he easily attained a level where pre cum presented itself at the tip. He so wanted to just take himself over the edge but felt there might be more to her games tonight and she would know if he came. He eased off before reaching his pleasure limit. Letting himself go near the point of no return and after squeezing a lubed load up the tunnel; he took a snap with his cell phone. He still had around a minute before his deadline so he typed in a message with the picture. "For you, my mistress - Rugby Boy" She sat in her car on a nearby road and opened the newly arriving message and picture. She saw the familiar cock with the bulb of spit at his entrance and smiled. Her smile brightened as she read the message. She waited a couple of minutes before sending back her next instructions. "Good boy, just in time. Nice cock - I like it a lot! Billys Burgers car park in 20 minutes. Be naked." As he read the reply he smiled - nothing was ever simple with this lady. His cock stayed hard but his anxiety went up. His obligations at the ground were over and he was free to go so that was good. He knew there were many who would see him leave and sometimes even follow him... Not so good! Wearing only jeans and a shirt he walked briskly to his car. Throwing his bag in the back he exited the stadium car park, which was dedicated to the players and made his way into town. He found a block of apartments with an external car park and made a quick change in the shadowed area - ripping his few remaining clothes off and throwing them over his shoulder to the back seats. David and Helena Ch. 03 Checking his watch he could tell he was going to make the time to Billys Burgers. His fear now was being exposed. He could get pulled over by the police; he could be recognized and approached... All manner of things could go wrong. His cock swelled at the thought and his balls grazed the leather seats between his legs. How could this be arousing him he wondered? He restarted the ignition and headed toward the burger joint. She watched from inside and saw him pull up. It was obviously him. The speed the car entered the parking lot and headed straight for the furthest spots away from people and other cars. She sat for a minute or two and imagined him sweating there... Wondering ...what was happening next? He saw her exit the building and walk toward his car. His body betrayed the feeling he wanted to exude and he lifted his hips of the seat, a film of sweat having developed between his thighs and the leather. His cock pulsed with arousal at the sight of her and his mind started muddling with overwhelming feelings of frustration, need and desire again. She opened the passenger door and sat down next to him. He sat looking straight ahead. Embarrassed and violently aroused, would best describe what she saw. "Well done Rugby boy," she offered him as she reached across and ran a finger along his cocks entire length, lightly scratching his balls with her nails at the base. To him it felt like electric joy as again his hips rose to meet her and the volume of his cock swelled, making the tip a shiny red bulb like Rudolph's nose. "I have a deal for you tonight" she continued and he turned to look at her. Something was different here and in his experience she didn't offer 'deals'. "Where do you live?" she asked Tentatively he replied Ï live in the hills" adding, " on Mill Rd." "Of course you do she replied" with her combined mocking and complimentary tone - somehow together in the same comment. "Here is the deal" she went on. If you can have this vehicle parked inside your garage before ejaculation, I will leave you alone for the rest of the night. I will call myself a taxi and make my way home alone. You won't hear from me for at least 24 hours" Looking at her and knowing there must be a catch he asked. " Yes mistress, and if I don't meet the deadline?" "You don't really want to think about that. I will continue in new ways to torture you for my pleasure. I will deny your senses and please myself in numerous ways. My pleasure is paramount and I will take it until I can take no more" she said, feeling herself dampen at the thoughts running through her head. She knew he had little chance and indeed she could change the rules if it suited her... But she liked games. "Do I have any choice?" he asked holding her gaze. The whole time his erection had grown not diminished. "Your options are limited" she agreed and smiled as he started the ignition. They both knew it was about ten minutes drive for him. As they exited the car park, she unbuckled and lent over toward him. Bracing herself in on his thigh she lowered her head to his groin. David took a deep breath and accelerated. He didn't know what he wanted but either result would be ok he assumed. Being a natural competitor and indeed a professional athlete, it was not in his nature to lose a contest of any sort. He had just left the city edge and was climbing toward his close suburb when her mouth which had been lightly blowing and licking the trunk of his cock, suddenly engulfed him at the tip, before jack-hammering up and down his length. In that moment he knew he was not going to win this game. He was going to come.... At last! But with that came losing and something else he was conflicted with.... "Goddam this mindfuck!" He couldn't last much longer. He planted his foot. Helena felt the high performance vehicle surge below her and purred, as she tasted the sweat and slight residue of precum on his glorious pole. She could feel her wetness increasing exponentially between her own slippery thighs. Feeling his balls rise in her hand she encouraged them with a light scratch as she blew him mercilessly. She was also competitive and had no intention of letting him win or even get close. Still five minutes from home he knew he was gone. He felt his balls tighten and surge. She also recognized the signs and pulled away. Quickly she assumed a seated position and instructed him again "Don't touch it" was all she said. Initially he thought she was denying him again. He cried out but realized he had gone past the point of return. He felt his guys surge up the tunnel but not the sensation of a normal release. It was a combination of incredible relief and continued torture wrapped up in one ejaculation. He glanced down at himself to see a river of come pour out of his eye. He bucked and thrust but couldn't increase the pleasure as his cock continued to pump the seed from his balls all over his belly and groin. He cried out in a strangled anguish, trying to keep both the car on the road and his sanity intact. Both were proving difficult but he managed not to crash the car at least. She reached over to scoop up a fingers worth of come from his belly. Again Helena had denied herself the mouthful of glorious come, direct from the source, but it was for a greater good. She took care to lightly brush his hyper sensitive cock as if by accident sending him into a further gasped buck on the seat. "To the victor go the spoils" she claimed licking her finger as she spoke He stared straight ahead... He had finally come but got not the expected satisfaction and further more he had lost a challenge. In his post come haze he was not at his happiest. His emotions were haywire. The car pulled into the garage of his large home and began to shut behind them. "So," she asked, "First ruined orgasm?" He had no idea what she meant as he hadn't heard of them. She patted his thigh gently and added "Don't worry Rugby boy... Plenty more where that came from - and look, your cock is still nice and hard for the rest of my nights pleasure!" And it was... David and Helena He straightened, turned to protest but immediately saw Helen holding the Blackberry in a poised position. He bowed his head, rapidly calculated the risks and walked into the front room. To his amazement no one turned to look at him. Street traffic continued while he hyperventilated and gradually regained control, realising what he had failed to notice on his way in. The glass was one way. He could see out but no one could see in. While he stood in the middle of the room to his disgust, he realised he couldn't control his cock. He was even more aroused now than when she had his balls in her hands. His side on his body clock, sun dial was at 10 pm and bobbing around uncontrolably. She returned carrying clippers and as his eyes acknowledged her she pointed to a wooden chair near the window and they both made their way over to it. "Boy" she stated, placing the battery powered clippers on the tiled floor, "I think you have a great cock, .... but I don't like your hair". He swirled to face her and couldn't catch himself... blurting "No...No....no" His hair was part of his identity and how he was known to the community. Being shaven headed would change what he represented to all he knew. Some how he had been identified as and loved for his full headed blond thatch on top of everything else. It was low maintenance but very distinct and the subject of many fantasys – girls fingers locked in his curls .... blowing in the 4x4 convertable... etc Helen stared at him in disappointment. "I really thought you got it? You belong to me now! You gave up your choices about ten minutes ago when you called me mistress and got your cock out for me" She grabbed his shaft in her hand and pulled her face in close to his. "Who am I?" She squeezed when she got no response.... She had to look up to him but there was no question from the steel in her jaw and look in her eye, not to mention his bare body held in her hand by the handle below his belt line. "Aghh...My Mistress... My Mistress" he stammered. "And who do you belong too?" "I belong to you Mistress" he barely whispered "Again" she affirmed while she began to pump his shaft lightly "Agh...I belong to you Mistress" he said with slightly more intent "Again" she repeated while she began to pump his shaft more heavily and loving the feeling of its weight grow in her hand. "Oh God.... I belong to you Mistress....Oh" he said with something that sounded like certainty. And "yes, I am your mistress.... get used to it boy"! He did not like being called "Boy" but what could he do... He bowed his head but held her eye.... "yes mistress" "Good, now don't forget that again" she said releasing his cock from her grasp and listening with some satisfaction to his needy groan. He was now fully extended and his manhood twitched in its release... seemingly seeking out contact with any friction. She saw him raise his right hand toward himself and slapped it away abruptly. "Did I say you could touch yourself"?... Knowing he had done wrong in his need for attention he could not do anything but look her in the eye and state firmly..."No Mistress... Sorry Mistress". His own arousal was confusing and tearing him up. God he was getting hot and not allowed a relief. He felt a burning need in his groin, his head bobbed, unattended. She returned his look and held his gaze for what seemed a very long time until, he lowered his eyes. She said "Boy, you are mine. I'll decide when you touch yourself from now on. When I am around, you will ask me to eat drink and shit. If you so much as blink too my dissatisfaction, I'll make you sorry you ever met me" He already was although his bouncing cock would indicate otherwise. "Do you understand me?" she again asked and he nodded "yes Mistress" He heard the clippers start up and closed his eyes, tilting his head back. He awaited the dreaded contact with his head before feeling his knees forced apart.... obviously with his accordance. Opening his eyes he witnessed her grasp the tip of his cock in one hand while running the clippers from under and around his swollen sack... The feeling was sensational as the vibrating blade gradually removed the pubes he had been growing since they had begun in his early teens. He watched as his curls hit the floor. His Hard on grew and his feeling of the need for a release also grew. When all of the hair had been removed to the best of the machines ability. Helena left the room instructing David to stay exactly where he was. So he sat with his raging Hard on and watched the people wander by in close proximity, out on the street. Soon Helena returned with a bowl of steaming hot water, which hinted at containing rosemary and other more minty aromas. Without acknowledging him she grasped his still epicly stiff shaft and began to lather it and his balls with a creamy soap concoction and the water. This action was driving him crazy and he could feel the cum begin to boil. Another minute of this and he would surely blow his load and it would be beyond his control. He had no idea how she would react but if this continued he would have to come. Would he have to ask permission, explain? He had no idea but this was a matter of time.... Soon, He closed his eyes. Then at the zenith, a nano second before critical mass, she stopped lathering and soaping his rock hard member and balls. Holding only the tip of his cock in her forefinger and thumb, she withdrew a Gillette razor from the hot water and proceeded to shave him bald. The process was extremely pleasurable for him in a trapped undignified way but not enough to tip him over the edge ... to where he desperately wanted to be.... thrashing and coming everywhere. The mental and physical torture was combining to drive him insane. He could fell himself grinding his teeth in frustration. Maddening Pleasure. She was loving it.... Finally her, iconic, larger than life rugby man was completely hers. She loved, first the clippers and then the shaving... but most of all having him think she was going to shave his head, be horrified by it and then submit none the less.... was glorious... The email she had threatened to send and indeed sent had been a harmless text to a friend she had planned to meet should her meeting not go as planned with David... but it was going so right! Keeping him at a boiling point was fun and she knew it must be infuriatingly frustrating to be on the receiving end. Finishing up the shave she had to instruct David to assume various positions on and around the chair to access the tricky hairs. It was highly arousing to have her human manikin at her whim and her damp spot was growing. More than once she resisted the urge to brush herself there with something physical or even more decadently... make David relieve her. If things went well, all of that, whenever, wherever was ahead of her.... she just had to be patient? It was time to wash him up. "Boy, get up and follow me" He rose, murmuring "Yes Mistress", his cock waving in the evenings dusky light. As she made her way through the house she reached back and firmly grasped his manhood. With a good hold she led him like a tethered stallion up the stairs and to the bath room. "Take off your shirt Boy" David quickly complied and was soon naked, nervous, incredibly aroused and becoming more and more beaten mentally as the minutes ticked by.... He loved the physicality of what was happening to him but was terrified of his situation and desperate to be compliant for as long as it took for this powerfully positioned "Mistress" to have her way with her whim.... him. It could be minutes hours, days or god forbid weeks he was expected to behave like this.... The thought terrified him. Meanwhile Helena had assumed a position, seated in front of David and was assessing her work. Again holding his member lightly but firmly in between the thumb and forefinger and looking for stray hairs. She was very close and David could feel her breath on his nakedness and let out a low groan in of frustrated unrequited pressure. She glanced up smiled then ignored his, discomfort. "Ok, pop this on and hop into the shower' she said handing him a dark silk blindfold. With little hesitation he wrapped the band over his eyes and reached for the shower doorknob and clumsily stepped into to chamber. Helena giggled at his clumsiness and admired the large weapon waving at his middle. She was glad he was built in proportion and his manhood was so glorious. She had special plans for tonight and everything was falling into place. She turned on the water and watched him jump as the cool water hit him. He gasped as the shock hit and he moved around behind the see through screen. His mild discomfort was a real turn on for Helena. She watched him squirm around the limited space while the water warmed. Trying to find a place away from the discomfort. She was also pleased that while, not being able to see he had remembered her instruction not to touch himself. His cock while not fully engorged was till bobbing around at half mast. Knowing the water was at a reasonable temp after half a minute or so she removed her clothes and stepped in with him. He heard the door open and felt her presence near him. "God" he thought to himself..." I hope she is naked and I can get myself off here. I need a release or I am going to explode" She reached out and brushed her hand down the outside of his arm to let him know of her proximity.. She liked his extremely muscular frame and aside from his cock, his entire body was a turn on. The scars and cuts from recent endeavours on the rugby field. Some bruising on his hip was slightly purple and he flinched a little as she brushed him there with her fingertips. It was not her intention to hurt him and she continued to explore. His hand raised up almost instinctively toward her chest as he would in any normal shower with someone else there. She saw the ill directed hand coming, She stepped to the side and lowered the water temp. At the same time she slapped his hand hard, "No Boy, did I say you could touch me?" He grimaced then gasped again as his comfortable hot water massage turned into an icy torment. She stood back and watched him squirm for a while and apologising to his mistress.... blurting out in gasps from beneath the cold water. The shower was her favourite place and even when alone, she loved the high pressure skin tingling blast from this room. She had almost bought the apartment on the bathroom alone. It was by no means perfect but by extending the shower box and installing a seat the room held more toward her desires. She had gained great pleasure from decorating the room in a roman bath style and now with her own naked, modern day gladiator adorning the place she felt it was as close to perfect as she could possibly get. She warmed the water again and let him grow more comfortable. His arousal again was quickly evident. Slipping behind him she collected a favourite liquid soap bottle and applied a line of the pink liquid right across his broad shoulders. As the line was dragged downward by gravity sherubbed the solution into his skin. The fragrant apple aroma filled the small wet space and her hands explored his hard back while the water cascaded all around. Getting lower she angled her hand between his butt crack and delved around there briefly. Brushing her index finger he flinched and groaned softly. As the soapy massage continued he braced himself against the shower wall and was emitting light moans. Being imprisoned behind the blindfold and not knowing what this mad, pleasure temptress had in mind for him next was very un nerving. It was not however evident in his ever hardening erection. Which she was deliberately avoiding physically. She leaned in closer to him and pressed her chest against his back. Pleasure coursed through her as her nipples and then full breasts pressed against his soapy back. Slowly and for her own needs she began to lower and raise herself against hm. The hot, almost frictionless movement between them was firing electric shots through her tits. Her nipples were as hard as frozen peas and she could feel her own wetness inside her pussy which was crying out for attention. Instructing him to stay exactly as he was she continues to grind against him. He tits were getting everything they needed from the world and if someone asked her to explain the sensations she was getting at the moment she knew she would have no way of communicating them. Her grinding gained in intensity and she worked herself off against his back. She knew if she continued that she could cum without any physical vaginal stimulation... but she didn't want that. Slowing her grind after five or so very enjoyable minutes she lowered her hands which until this time had been cupping his more than impressive chest. Moving like treacle, her hands moved downward. He noticed the change in her tempo. He had been driven to distraction, knowing at last she was naked behind him, rubbing herself against him and unable... or not allowed to touch himself. Her tits felt firm and the feel of them was exquisite on his skin. He swore at times he could feel the tiny buds of her nipples somehow distinguished over the gushing water – pressing into him. He loved the sensations he was feeling but he was desperate for his cock to be touched. He needed a release and it was going to be a big one when it came. If indeed it ever came. So feeling her hands move slowly down was a welcome change. God would she hurry up. She paused at his belly button and he groaned. "What's the matter boy? She giggled from behind him..."does your little willy need some attention?" she asked in a mocking tone. He couldn't answer. Couldn't bring himself to ask.... She lightly lifted her fingers away from him and he groaned...."No..." "No what" she asked "No please, mistress" "What do you want Boy" she asked "do you realise, I'll do what pleases me and not you?" she added smiling behind him. He bowed his head and acknowledged her statement. "Yes mistress" he said quietly The water felt good but was a token of what he really needed. He needed relief, relief from this mad situation but more than that, he needed relief down below. He needed some cock friction and to feel his balls tighten and to spurt cum from his blue balls. This situation was the ultimate in frustration. While he was doing his needy self pity wallow she had completely lathered her hands with the body lotion and slipped around in front of him. She sat on the little shower chair and watched as his cock ever so slowly lowered the direction of its pointing. With her soapy finger extended she quietly reached under his ball sack and lightly scratched between his testes and up along the base of his cock to the very tip. It was a light scratch but the result was instantaneous. He sucked in an audible breath between his teeth making a hiss and bucking his hips at the attention. She loved the reaction and how she was constantly amusing herself with her new toy. His cock was bigger than any she had ever bedded in her not inextensive experience and she thought of what it would feel like inside her. It would be a slight stretch she new... but a good one. Shaking her head she knew this wasn't part of tonight's plans. Taking his full shaft in her right hand she began to lightly masturbate him. Her rhythm was slow and light, up and down the middle of his shaft. She noted his hips start to move gently in time to her own pumping fist and she instructed him to stop. "Boy, you have a nice cock.... I am going to enjoy playing with you" "Thankyou" he smiled Thankyou what? She replied while she stopped wanking him. "Oh er agh god, Thank you Misstress" After a few agonising moments he felt her resume his grasp on his cock and the gentle pumping. The strange thing was he usually wanked himself a lot harder than this. She wasn't going near the head of his cock while this was always his focus when he did himself or indeed, directed any one else to his wants. Why then was he rock hard and panting? She deliberately kept at her work, watching his cock gain into a veiny turgid force. She knew he was set to explode and what it would take to do so. Reaching under his ball sack she lightly brushed his ball sack with her spare hand and began a kneading of the swollen orbs. She noted him tilt his head back in pleasured realisation of the new sensation. Reaching further back she grazed her left index finger over his anus. He tensed and flexed his lower body. She admired the muscle tone in his thighs and the size of these huge legs in front of her caused a deep inward sigh of contentment. She resumed her left handed kneading of his tight, round ball package and continued the right handed pumping of his shaft. Ever so slightly she lifted the friction point of her hand to his cock head and lightly pressed her thumb under the tip while her fingers wrapped around. Feeling the change he knew he couldn't last much longer, he was getting very close to boiling point again and new within moments he would get the relief he so, so needed. She increased the momentum on his cock head a little and smiled when she saw his ball sack tighten and lift slightly. After a few more seconds he stiffened a bit more, opened his mouth, gasped and then stated in a gaspy rudderless voice.... "I'm going to c......" He didn't finish the sentence, he didn't come. In one sudden motion she dragged his balls down hard and turned on the cold water..... He almost screamed in the combined agony of frustration and the cold compared to the wonderful release he thought he was about to receive. His body bucked and shuddered in the physical confusion that had been thrown at it. "You're going to what" She could feel herself grin as she watched and waited for his answer. "Arrrgghhh Oh oh oh God, please" was all he could offer Before adding a gasped "Mistress, mistress please". She stepped out of the shower and threw on a long white robe and took delight as the soft fabric grazed her extended nipples. She looked in through the mist at her newly acquired blindfolded and naked slave. "Hmmmmm, very nice" she could not help but utter out aloud. He stood, still supporting himself against the cubicle wall, gasping and heaving while his manhood bobbed and sought some un given attention. "Listen Boy" she managed to get out with some assertion while controlling an intense desire to jump onto him and have his rod impale her to a fast frantic orgasm. This wasn't her plan. "you will come, if and when I say!" He managed a reluctant nod from under the still cold water. His cock started to dwindle dramatically and she instructed him to remove the blindfold and exit the shower box as she reached in and turned off the water. He did as she told him slowly, his penis pointing and waving boldly still with his every movement. She couldn't help herself, looking at his cock and constantly reminding herself ... that he was all hers to do with, as she wanted. She reached up and removed his blind fold and again grabbed him by his tortured and near full engorged rod "Come with me" was all she offered as she winked at her semi willing captive and headed from the room. He had now been her pet for over an hour. His life had been turned upside down in moments and his control was utterly gone. Somehow this woman had manipulated his life to the point he was clay at her whim, to mould, touch, humiliate and do as she pleased.... and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. He had no idea what was next. The ride so far had certainly not been dull but all of the things he was feeling did not sit well or naturally with him. His tortured erection sold his obvious arousal but the lack of control in his situation and not knowing what was next made his predicament, pure persecution. David and Helena Wandering through the house, his needy granite cock, held firmly by his beautiful captor he could not help but think of the bumper sticker he had seen earlier and how appropriate it's slogan seemed to him.... "Stop the world, I wanna get off..." and boy did he want to get off.... He wondered if she'd let him or if his balls would explode or his cock would snap off...? What was ahead for him?