Kayla Finds Me Ch. 03

"Wakey wakey." Kayla whispers in my ear, softly kissing my cheek.

Groggily, I wake up, feeling her weight on top of me and her nails digging into my chest.

I begin to reach for her, before realizing that she's tied me spread eagle to her bed.

My eyes widen, not even having felt her tie me up.

"Oh there you are." She chuckles, noticing my sudden burst of consciousness. "Did you sleep well?"

I nod, her free hand caressing my cheek as she kisses me.

"Good, because I have some plans for you today." She leans down and kisses my forehead. "Interested?"

I nod, noticing the slight grin on her face as my already hard cock is pressing against her.

"Good boy." She leans down and we kiss passionately.

"Please fuck me." I whisper as we break apart.

"Oooh." She coos. "That would be quite a way to wake you up." She leans down and kisses me again. "But not just yet."

"Please."

"No." She seductively whispers, her lips trailing up my cheek.

I let out a slight whimper, my cock twitching against her leg.

She giggles, but I'm not sure if it's at my whimper or my cock pressing against her.

"It seems you like being told 'no' by a pretty woman." She laughs, leaning down to kiss me again.

After a brief make out session she rolls off the bed and walks toward her closet, pulling out a slightly oversized blue shirt.

"Please.. wait." I call as she turns to the door.

"Don't worry little subbie, I'll be back in a bit." Wearing just the blue shirt and a pair of panties she blows me a kiss and walks out of her room, leaving me bound and my cock throbbing desperately in the air.

I writhe around in my cuffs and rock my hips against the air, needing to have the ache in my cock eased.

"That's very cute." She chimes, leaning against the doorway.

"TOUCH IT." I demand more than ask.

She grins, approaching me and sitting on the side of the bed.

"Touch what?" She smiles, flipping her hair to one side.

"MY DICK."

"Oh. Like this?" She says, reaching out and simply tapping the head with one finger.

"NOOO." I cry out as my cock begins to leak pre cum.

"You know, I really don't like all this yelling." She smiles, leaning down on her elbows, lightly blowing air on my cock for a brief second before standing up.

"Please." I softly cry, as her mouth

curves into a mischievous smile.

"Please." I whimper again.

She leans down, putting a soft kiss on my cheek before whispering in my ear.

"No." I let out another whimper and she stands back up, sliding her panties off. "Open up." She says holding them over my head.

After a brief pause, I open up and she presses them into my mouth.

"Now take some time and think about how you should talk to me."

I look around the room and see the clock to my left.

8:41

I look around the room, and notice the curtains are open at the window at the other end of the room.

I see Kayla on the back deck of the house, arms leaning on the railing as she looks out at her yard.

Looking out at her and knowing she's not wearing anything besides that shirt is both incredibly arousing and slightly embarrassing.

My eyes linger on her for several minutes, desperate for a gust of wind to give me a peak at her.

I begin to growl at my cock continuing to pulse and leak, looking back at the clock.

8:48

I look back at the window and she's no longer on the back deck.

I let out a hopeless moan, feeling precum pool at the base of my cock.

"Have you done that thinking?" Kayla asks, approaching the bed.

I nod.

"Are you sorry for yelling at me?"

I nod again.

"Good boy." She reaches up and gently squeeze my cheek, her other hand scratching the inside of my thigh.

My cock continues to ooze pre cum and I begin trying to plead around my gag.

"What's wrong?" She asks with a grin.

"Did you still want me to touch this?" She asks after a brief pause, lightly tapping the head with a single finger again.

I nod, beginning to tear up in frustration.

"Well, if you're really sorry for yelling at me." She leans back on one arm and pulls the bottom of her shirt up, exposing her sex, and pausing for what feels like days. "Then I guess I can give you a little bit of attention."

She sits up and begins stroking me lightly and observing my reactions.

She very slowly brings me to the edge of orgasm and just when I'm within a few strokes of release, she lets go of my cock.

She watches my cock pulse more and more intensely, certainly enjoying my squirming and whimpering.

After a few minutes, my whimpering settles and she lies down on her side next to me, holding her head up with one hand.

"I know." She coos. "It's too bad." She reaches with her other hand and begins stroking me again, more firmly this time. "You can't touch it right now." She smiles, increasing her speed. "You just have to hope I give you the orgasm you want so badly."

I nod, again feeling my orgasm approach.

I try to quiet my moans and hide that I'm almost at orgasm. But, still, she seems to read my body and pulls her hand away when I'm just a few strokes from cumming.

She repeats this four or five times, with four or five minute breaks, before rolling off the bed and opening her dresser.

I lie in blissful agony as she puts on a pair of black yoga pants and takes off her blue shirt, replacing it with a strapless white lace bra and a v neck white shirt.

"I'm gonna go make some breakfast. Hope you're still here when I'm done." She laughs and tosses her blue shirt over my face before I hear her footsteps leave the room, the door shutting behind her.

--

I have no idea how long she leaves me lying there. But, with my face covered by a shirt laced in both her natural scent and her perfume, my cock stays hard and continues throbbing the entire time I'm alone.

I try shaking my head to get the shirt off of my face but it doesn't fall away.

Unable to move or see, I begin to silently think back on the events of the past week.

As I think about the sense of embarrassment I felt yesterday when she paid no attention to me as I gave her a foot massage, she puts a hand on my chest.

I jump at the shock of her touch, not having heard the door open or her footsteps approaching.

"Oh good you're still here." She says with an audible smirk as the weight on the bed shifts, indicating she's sitting next to me. "Oh my." She baby talks. "And you're still hard." She lightly runs a finger from my head to base and softly kisses my head.

"Did you like having my dirty laundry in your face?"

I don't even try to answer, and just let out a soft whimper as lightly circles the head of my cock with her tongue.

"No answer counts as a 'yes'." She chimes, before planting a kiss on the head of my cock.

She plants another kiss before parting her lips and sliding them down to the base.

My cock leaks and squirms inside her mouth as she tightly squeezes the base with her lips.

After giving my frenulum a few flicks with her tongue, she lifts her head up.

I let out a squeal of desperation as I feel her saliva run down my cock and she lightly blows air on it while I calm down.

She edges me with her mouth three more times before mercifully pulling the shirt off my face.

I plead with my eyes as she caresses my cheek and lies down next to me, almost at eye level.

"You have a decision to make little subbie." She chimes, cupping my chin and forcing me to look her in the eyes.

"I can make you cum now and then send you on your way." I nod and she winks at me. "Or I can lock you back up and then send you on your way."

After a brief pause, she continues. "But let me be clear. If you choose the first option, you will not cum anywhere inside me. Not my mouth and certainly not my pussy." I nod and she lowers her head closer to mine before continuing. "And trust me when I say you will NEVER have the opportunity to fuck me again."

"Do you understand your options?"

I nod.

"Do you know what you want to pick?"

I shake my head no with a gentle whimper.

"That's ok." She says planting a kiss on my forehead. "Take all the time you need to think it over."

She sucks my lip around my gag for a moment and pulls her shirt back over my face.

"I'll be back in 15 minutes to see if you've decided."

She turns on some kind of white noise machine and then I hear her footsteps walk away.

--

I lie there, the sounds of the thunderstorm playing on the machine the only thing I can hear, and think about my choices.

I so desperately want to cum, but I also know that her just stroking me to orgasm isn't going to be anywhere near as mind-blowing as last night was.

On the other hand I don't know if I can take another week, or God forbid any longer, of her teasing me after all of the edging she's put me through this morning.

--

Light rushes into my eyes as she pulls the shirt off my face.

"Do we have a decision?"

I nod, not sure if I'm making the right decision.

She reaches down and softly pulls her panties out of my mouth. "What's it gonna be?"

"Lock me back up." I softly answer.

"Good boy." She smiles down at me. "I knew you'd make the right choice."

She turns and walks out of the room.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out what she's doing, but a small part of me had hoped that she wasn't serious about this and is disappointed when she walks back into the room with a bag of frozen vegetables.

She drops the bag on my cock and collects the pieces of the cage off of her dresser.

I silently watch as she assembles the device quickly, seeming to enjoy pressing the cage part down as my cock attempts to grow.

She looks deep into my eyes as she clicks the padlock shut, my cock already swelling in its confinement.

"What do you say?" She tilts her head.

"Thank you." I respond.

"That's right." She cheerily says, as she reaches for the necklace on her nightstand. "You're welcome."

She leans down over me, her breasts just over my face.

"Now give 'em a kiss and I'll untie you." She says, holding the keys just over my lips.