With SummerSlam out of the way, things with Roman and I are slowing down. It won't be long before the next Big 4 pay-per-view, but for now I'm enjoying the quiet, gentle, ebb and flow of our situation. This morning, I'm exhausted. Ro had been on a kick all week of needing me any time of day he could get it. Morning, noon, evening, midnight; he just didn't care. He needed to release some tension, and he needed it right then. But, right now, I'm alone in my hotel room. Nothing on but shorts and a tank top. I should go to the gym, but all I want is to relish in my alone time.
I pull my tank up under my breasts and lightly scratch my tummy, every touch arousing me further. Then, I trail my fingertip over the waistband of my shorts. Mind wandering to nowhere in particular. Then, it pushes underneath said waistband and travels toward my mound; stopping to flick my clit on the way to where I need the most relief. Surprising myself and basically not giving a fuck, I shove two fingers deep into my slickening pussy and start to pump them. Oh, it feels good. I squeeze and toss and turn and tease myself to the brink. I'm almost there. I can taste it. Just a little further, and -.
RING! RING! RING!
My phone rings and my orgasm is ruined.
"Hello?" I answer sharply. I hear his bated breath before he even speaks. I change my tone.
"Hello my sweet boy. Come to my room. Room 578. Mistress has a sweet, sweet surprise for you."
I hang up the phone and strip completely; slipping into my heels.
Once he arrives, I grasp him by the collar of his shirt and pull him into the room; shoving him down into a chair I had placed near the foot of my bed. Then, I gag him with his favorite black leather ball gag and tie his hands behind his back.
That done, I straddle his lap. I grab him by the hair and wrench his neck to the side. Gently but firmly I smack him. "That, was for being so needy. What I'm going to do next? This is for ruining my orgasm I was going to have this morning."
Then, I dismount him and go to lay back in bed; opening my legs as soon as I get comfortably situated. "You see this? How wet this little pussy is?" He nods. "I did this. Not you. My pussy is wet because I played with myself without you. So now, you have to watch." I proceed to tease myself as I had mere moments before and work myself up again. After what feels like an eternity, I fall over the edge of ecstasy and my orgasm floods the bed beneath me. Once I regain my breath and my composure, I remember I have an audience.
"How ya holdin' up over there, Ro?" I laugh
"Mistress, please."
"Please what? My little desperate boy. Tell me what you need."
"Need ta cum. Bad." He pouts up at me as I straddle his lap again.
"Oh, do you now?" I taunt.
"Yessss. Pleeeeeeeeeeeease." I start to slowly grind on him.
"Don't you do it, slut. You know better." He growls at me. I pull his hair again.
I feel his cock reaching full hardness so I get off of him and back on my own two feet. "Nah. We're not doing that today. You will wear your cock ring and plug all day and if you manage to not cum, I may let you later. Do you understand me?
"Yes, 'istress. I understand." So, I undo the gag, untie his hands and physically guide him to the door; shutting it in his face.
- A few hours later -
I'm walking around the backstage area in a tube-top cocktail dress because I wanted to feel sexy. Suddenly, I'm forcefully pushed forward into and bending over some crates in a darkened hallway. Then, a voice sounds in my ear and I immediately know it's Ro.
"Do you feel this shit?! YOU did this. Now I have to go wrestle the fucking main event plugged with a cock ring on and fucking hard as hell."
Before he can even blink, I squirm out from under his hold, push him back against the opposite wall, and squeeze his shoulder until he hits his knees. Then I stand over him and I know he can smell my essence as my pussy is pretty much face-level to him at this point. He looks up at me, stunned.
"DON'T even go there with me, Ro. You know that's not how you talk to me. After the show you get 15 spanks for the attitude and you may have just lost your orgasm privileges tonight. I'll think about that one. But, for now, you will sit right there until your match is up and you will think about smarting off to me. Am I understood?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good." I walk away.
After Ro's match, I'm standing backstage behind the crowd, ready to beat a hasty retreat. Once I know he's looking at me, I motion to him to come to me with my index finger and turn to start walking toward my dressing room. I make it back to the room and undress before our secret knock sounds at my door.
I open it and immediately point down and back to the middle of the open floor behind me and he drops to his knees in the spot I want him as I lock the door.
"Should I remove your plug for your punishment or no?" I pretend to ponder, knowing I'm not going to.
"Strip" comes my command and he immediately does as told. "Now go straddle that bench. It's the best we've got in here." Again, he does.
I place my heel on the small of his back and proceed to give out his punishment. He counts them all out one by one and thanks me after each.
"Color, Ro?" I inquire; making sure not to take it too far.
"Green, Mistress. So green." He breathes out.
"Good." That being the last word spoken before I tie his hands back behind his back and release him from the cock ring. Then, I pull his head up by his hair and make him look at me.
"You may cum. But you will do it untouched. Understood?"
"Yes, thank you, Mistress." As soon as his head lulls back down, I turn his plug on and all the way up. Then, I watch as my baby squirms and whines in ecstasy as his orgasm overtakes him.
Normally, I would just find a comfy little corner to settle into to bring Ro back to me. But, since he'd had a punishment, I figure the shower would be a better fit and the steam will help clear his head a bit more so that's where I take him.
'Maybe someday…'
