With Survivor Series around the corner, backstage morale is higher than ever. We're all training harder, eating right, holding each other more accountable and doing everything we can to make this the best Survivor Series the WWE Universe has ever seen. But, with that comes more expectation and more responsibility. I'm constantly looking over my shoulder this week. I know Roman is lurking about, trying to catch me alone.
Am I avoiding him? Yes. How? I'm not sure but it's not until the day of Survivor Series that I literally run into him. I wasn't paying attention (looking over my shoulder as I walked; bad idea). I turned just in time to smack directly into his broad back. His BARE back. I fall flat on my ass as he turns around to see what (or who) just hit him.
"Rory? You okay there, babygirl?" He asks as he helps me up and I dust myself off; gently prying my arm from his grip.
"Thanks, Ro. I'm good. See you later!" I almost make it around him and away from the situation. Almost. Suddenly, he grabbed me by the hip and pulled me into him so my back was tight against his torso. He whispers in my ear.
"You've been avoiding me, Mistress. Did I do something wrong? I miss you, Mistress. Need you." I turn to look him in the eye. He looks broken. I reach up and cup his cheek in my hand; completely forgetting anything and everything else around us.
"No, my sweet boy. You did nothing wrong. Mistress' head just isn't in the right place right now. I've been super busy and stressed and I was afraid to take care of you because I could've taken it too far. I almost did a few weeks ago. Remember?" He nods. "I didn't want to hurt you, but I see I already have. Tell ya what. Come to my dressing room after your match and I'll let you go down real pretty for me. Okay?
"Yes, Mistress. I'll be there. Will you watch my match?" He grins hopeful.
"I always do." I smile back and walk away; cringing as I think back to the partial lie I had to keep telling him. I can't let my sophomoric feelings get in the way of what he needs from me. Once in my private dressing room, I decide to catch a few z's; knowing I'll need to be well rested when Ro comes back. He's first on the card after all.
I'm roused from my sleep by the secret 3-tone knock that is my signal that Ro is ready. I quickly rub the sleep from my eyes and slide into my heels before opening the door.
"Come in, my sweet boy." He does; eyes focused to the ground and I know for sure he is ready for whatever Mistress asks of him tonight. I grab his chin forcefully and make him look at me.
"Want you in the middle of the floor on your stomach. Clothes off. Understood?"
"Yes, Mistress." Once he's assumed the position, I go into my bag and grab what I need without him seeing it. Quietly, I go into the bathroom and I warm up 2 medium sized stones and some wash cloths. Then I grab a towel and go back into the main living area of the room.
"First, Mistress is going to massage you. Since you've just come from a match, Mistress wants you as calm and as limber as possible. Then, we'll have some play time. Doesn't that sound good?"
"Sounds so good Mistress. Thank you." I proceed to oil up Ro's back and legs and then use the stones and give him a deep tissue massage; rubbing out all of the tightness and soreness in his muscles. Once done with his back I ask him to roll over.
When he lays on his back, he hides his face. His cock is rock solid. Like he could cum any second. Untouched. I act unphased as I remove his hands from his face and proceed with the massage. When I get to his pelvis, his dick twitches; interested in what I'm doing to his body. My baby loves a little humiliation, so while I'm massaging, I start to talk.
"Well. What do we have here, hmm? I think you like this massage. Don't you, sweet boy?" He nods. I grab his cock firmly. "I asked you a question."
He starts to pant wildly as he tries to find the words to answer me. "Y-yes, Mistress. L-love the massageeee. Thank you, Mistress." I let go of his shaft and continue with his pelvis and legs. Then, I wipe him off with the cloths and dry him with the towel. His cock now pouring streams of precum down the shaft towards his balls.
"Careful, sweet boy. You know what happens if you cum before I allow you to. Tell me. What happens to bad boys who cum early?"
"They get spankin's, Mistress."
"Good boy."
I decide to push him a little further. I run my fingertip around his hole in circular motions. Soft, slow, teasing motions. His hole flutters and his cock twitches; more precum oozing out from the head. He whimpers. I see his hands grasping for something to hold on to; something to ground him to the moment. But instead, I decide to tie his hands together so he can't touch. Not that he's in the right mindset to touch himself anyway.
Once his hands are tied securely, I plug him; turning the vibration all the way up. At that sensation, Ro gets his feet under him and gives a push, arching his back all the way as he growls low in his belly so as not to alert anyone that may be walking by of what's happening behind my closed door.
I settle myself down next to him and pull him into my body; restricting his movements. He loves this. He loves just having to take what I give him without reacting to it. But, this time he just can't help it. Even wrapped up in my arms he's squirmy. So, I grab him by the cock again. His movements halt and his breath catches.
I'm directly in his ear. Crystal clear in my instruction and my expectation. "Stop, Ro. Just enjoy it. Don't need to be all squirmy. Mistress has you. Just take it. I'm right here."
Finally, his breathing slows and his body goes almost limp. So, I release his cock and let him be for a minute. It's about 10 minutes later that his body flexes and releases about 5 or 6 times in a row and his cock squeezes out the cum he'd been saving. Immediately he starts apologizing.
"'m sorry, Mistress. Couldn't help it." He's so far down, but I know he's expecting to be punished.
"Lean over the arm of that chair in the corner, babe. You get 5 paddles for cumming early."
He immediately does as told and assumes his punishment position. After the fifth hit of the paddle, I walk him over to the big, super-spacious shower and turn the water on. I point it away from us and let the steam fill up the room while I settle him in between my legs and play with his hair. Patiently waiting for him to come back from the state of ecstasy he's in.
"Thank you, Mistress. Love you."
Oh fuck. I'm doomed.
