Obeying Her (Audio Script)

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“You’ve done well so far tonight, baby.

We’ve got… hmm… five more minutes left of our challenge for this week.

Think you can make it?”

My knees are aching from the position I’ve been kneeling in for the last ten minutes.

You take your place in the armchair in front of me, the one that normally sits in the corner of our bedroom.

“I need to hear you.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good boy.”

My cock twitches a little in response.

Good boy…

I had no idea how much I liked that phrase until I heard it coming out of your mouth.

This whole submission thing… it’s a new addition to our sex life.

It’s something I’ve secretly wanted for a few years, actually, I just could never get up the nerve to tell you about it.

Honestly, we probably wouldn’t even be here if I hadn’t gone to that happy hour with my co-workers a few weeks ago.

Coming home after a few drinks… feeling overconfident and more than a little adventurous… that’s what led to me spilling my secret.

I still remember what you were wearing that night, this black skirt and a simple white blouse, and the way your hair was pulled back in a tight bun…

Something about the way you looked… it was straight out of my fantasy.

And… I told you that.

You were surprised at first.

I mean, we’ve been together for nine years, married for six.

When you’ve known someone for that long, you don’t really discover new things about each other all that often.

You said you were excited to try something new but were nervous you weren’t going to get it right.

I think you were anxious about not fulfilling the fantasy after I’d built it up in my head for so long.

But looking at you now in that corset, sitting in that chair with your legs crossed—you exude power and control.

It’s so fucking hot.

“Hmm, how should we spend these last minutes?

Why don’t you tell me how difficult it’s been for you… not being allowed to passion all week?”

“Really difficult.

I… I wanted to passion this morning in the shower, but… I didn’t.

I knew I could hide it from you, and you wouldn’t find out, but I—”

“You wanted to make me happy.

Didn’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

My cock twitches again as you uncross your legs.

On my knees in front of you, I have a full view of your pussy.

That pussy I have longed to taste and fuck all week…

You shift in your seat, spreading your legs a little wider.

Teasing me with the sight of you…

“Do you like what you see?”

I nod up at you, and my hands instinctively reach for my cock before I remember the rules: no touching.

Not for another… three minutes.

Going all week without an climax has been literal torture, but that was kind of the point.

“Mmm… I think I’ll just play with myself a little.

You don’t mind, do you?”

“No, Mistress. I don’t mind.

I want to watch.

Can I touch myself, too?”

“Hmmm… no. I don’t think so.

Just stay there on your knees and watch.

And I want you to think about all the times you have wanted to passion this week.

You’re so close… just a little longer.”

Oh god, I have wanted to passion so many times in the last few days, but I really want to please you.

I love knowing that my pleasure is in your hands, that I can only passion when you tell me to.

You really haven’t made it easy on me, that’s for sure.

For someone who usually enjoys a quick climax in the shower in the morning or a quickie before bed, it’s been really difficult.

We decided last Sunday that we were going to try out climax control this week.

‘Friday at 8pm,’ you said: that’s when I could passion.

From the moment you said it, the game was on.

On Monday night, you got down on your knees in the kitchen while we were cooking and sucked my dick, making me promise I wouldn’t passion.

No matter how much I moaned and begged, you wouldn’t give in.

Tuesday, you sent me silhouette at work every hour on the hour, each one getting more and more provocative than the last.

Just as I was leaving the office, you sent a video of you masturbating on our sofa.

Wednesday was torture.

You actually came to my office on my lunch hour and showed me you weren’t wearing anything under your skirt.

You made me finger you until you came all over my hand and then ordered me to suck your fingers.

Tasting you but not being able to fuck you was…

oh, god.

Last night, you really wanted to push me to the edge.

You watched porn on your phone with me right next to you.

And then you started playing with yourself… ugh, it was so hot hearing you passion while telling me I couldn’t join in.

Today, when I got home, you were already dressed in this latex corset outfit that looks so fucking good on you, with your hair pulled back into a sleek bun, ready to make tonight the most excruciating edging session yet—and it has been.

I’ve been begging for your touch, begging to passion for nearly an hour now.

You get me hard and give me attention, only to ignore me and play on your phone once I’ve gotten all worked up.

Now, you’re teasing that perfect fucking pussy right in front of me, and I’m not even allowed to move.

“Mmm, do you like watching me play with myself, pet?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Tell me what you want to do to me.

I want you to talk dirty to me until I passion.

And no… you cannot passion with me.

You can touch yourself, though.

Stroke that cock for me while you talk.”

My hand grips my cock eagerly and I start stroking myself as our eyes meet.

“You are just so desperate, aren’t you?”

“Yes… I’m so fucking horny…”

“Why is that, sweetheart?

Tell me.”

My cheeks flush a little as goosebumps rise all along my arms.

Fuck, it feels so good... I have to remind myself not to get too excited.

“I… I want to taste you.

I want to bury my face between your legs and taste your pussy again.

I want your lips on my cock, teasing me.

I want to hold you by your hips as my cock slides into you from behind.”

Your movements switch between drawing tight circles on your clit and slipping two fingers inside your pussy.

Your head is tilted back against the chair as you encourage me to keep going.

“Mmm, more.

Say more.”

“Fuck, I want your pussy, baby.

I can’t wait to feel you on top of me again, riding me… playing with those gorgeous tits…”

“Mmm, more.”

I stroke my cock faster, my toes curling a little as the pleasure builds.

My pace matches your thrusts as our eyes meet.

Your attention is entirely on me now.

“I want to fucking worship your entire body.

I want to show you how beautiful you are, how desirable, how much I’ve ached to passion inside that perfect pussy all fucking week…”

“Keep going.

Keep talking… I’m getting close.”

Your fingers work faster, thrusting deeper into your pussy.

Your other hand slides down your torso and settles onto your clit.

“Oh, fuck…”

“I want to be pleasing you right now.

I want that to be me, I want to fuck you with my fingers while my tongue teases that clit, sucking it into my mouth as I thrust into you over and over again. Fuck, passion for me, baby, please.

Please let me see it.

Please passion for me, I need your passion; you’re so fucking beautiful.

Moan for me, more.

Mistress, please.

More, just like that—that’s it!”

“Oh my god. Fuck.

Mistress, please.

I need you. Please!”

Before I can finish begging, you’re on your knees and crawling towards me.