Chapter 7!

Warnings: Smut, Orgasm denial, teasing and nutty Stephanie.

Disclaimer in chapter 1

Enjoy!

Sir

Chapter 7

Sir Is Cruel

"Hey Beautiful, you don't look so hot," Lester said, to me, as I sat down beside him in one of the Rangeman's conference room, "You sick or something?"

"…Something," I said, weakly, placing my hands on the cold surface of the table, "I'm something."

Lester leaned forward, and asked in a soft voice, "He's not hurting you, is he?"

"No," I said, shaking my head weakly, "It's okay, Lester, I'll let you know when he does."

Lester was satisfied with my answer and went back to his paperwork. I on the other hand could not even take a glance at the folder in front of me. Sir was being extremely cruel to me, even more so than the panties at dinner. After that night, the night in which I had been extra naughty and came twice, Sir decided to punish me with the most extreme punishment he could think of.

No orgasms for two weeks, no masturbation for two weeks and no fucking for two FULL WEEKS! I was going crazy and to make matters worse…the man decided that I was to wear a chastity belt as well! I didn't know you could still find them, but Sir had winked at me and said, "There are a lot of places close by that caters to our lifestyle."

How easy was it now for me to think of Ranger as Sir now, extremely easy, but that's another story. Anyways, Sir, behind my back and as a 'pleasant' surprise, got me a chastity belt to wear as punishment. Sir also got me one large wireless vibrator to wear with the belt, which he could control with a remote, all within a 100 mile radius. The man sure did love his hi-tech sex toys, and he loved using them on me.

The first day I had to wear this, while catching skips had been the last day I had catching skips. I couldn't concentrate on getting the files from Connie and so Sir swooped in and told Vinnie that I would be working at Rangeman for a spell and should he need someone to catch skips for him, call Hal and Manny. Not that I was complaining, I liked the steady paycheck and I didn't have to worry about getting my head lopped off my head, should I lose focus because I wanted to cum so badly! Ugh….

The need to cum was so bad that one time, when Sir went out of town for a day, I tried to pick the lock on the belt. My lock picking skills have gotten much better, since Sir had been adamant that I work on my B&E skills, along dieting and exercising. Anyways, in a fit of madness, I tried to pick the lock on the belt. When I couldn't do that, I had a fit and trashed the playroom, and by trash, I meant, I kicked the bed, fell on said bed and screamed for a long time.

Don't tell me how he knew, but the moment I greeted Sir at the door, I was tossed on his lap and given a stern lecture, all while he spanked me! He found out that I had tried to pick the locks on my belt and he found out that I threw a hissy fit. I was suffering and he was relishing my suffering! How did he know about the damn lock picking attempt?

The only thing I could do to Sir was give him blowjobs, and that's what I did, one blowjob, per day. I mean, if I was suffering from no sex, Sir must have been suffering from only one blow job a day. I inquired about it, four days into my chastisement, about the lack of sex and how he could only survive from one blowjob a day.

"Babe," Sir said to me, crossing his arms and looking down at me, after I had given him a blowjob in his favorite chair in the playroom, "Watching you squirm is doing wonders for my libido, my hand is just doing a great job, since you're incapacitated."

Oh! Rub it my face, Sir, you cruel bastard! You can grab your dick and play with it, while I languish in agony! I almost used my safe word the other night, it was that bad. I have several safe words, for different situations. The master Safe word was something I would normally not say; Sugar Free. I had other safe words, for bondage play, work outs, and other situations, but Sugar Free almost fell from lips but Sir was right, I did have to work on my self control. I also had to work on my confidence, body image and a slew of other things as well, but self control could be the first thing I worked on.

Speaking of Sir and self-control, the man of topic came walking in, dressed in a standard Rangeman uniform and taking charge of the meeting. I almost jumped in my seat, as the vibrator in me came to life, on low. I was going to go insane in this meeting, if this kept on. My eyes slid shut and I let Sir's voice wash over me, if he let the vibrations go on for a few more moments, I would cum, in this conference room, right now. I let out a soft sound as the vibrations were set to high, clenching my thighs together and slumping slightly in my chair.

"Stephanie," Sir's voice rang through my ears, making me look up from my thoughts, "Could you stand up and read the report you wrote last night?"

I wrote a report? I looked down at the folder in front of me and low and behold, there was a report, written by me. When did I have the time to write this?! I had no idea, maybe I was transcending, entering a point in my punishment that I have reached enlightenment. I was now entering a point that I was now above the orgasms!

I stood, looked down at the piece of paper and then felt my vision double, okay, maybe I haven't transcended, maybe I'm just going nuts. Every other word is a fucking sexual innuendo! Words like thick, and long, and hard jumped up at me, along with pleasurable, climax, thrusts, oh god, I'm going nuts, just plum nuts.

I almost cursed loudly, as the vibrator went still. I looked over to Sir and recited the words on the paper. I was going crazy, reading this words, and Sir wasn't helping me with turning the vibrator on and off. I wish I could have just left my body and not be driven crazy by this fucking belt and this fucking vibrator! I wanted to just rip this belt off, jump on Sir and ride him into oblivion!

I heard the sound of paper ripping and looked down to see that I had ripped the report, all ten pages, in half. Hmm, when did I do that?

"Let's cut this meeting short," Sir said, looking at me with a predatory look, "Stephanie, Babe, come with me, let's have a conversation."

Damn it, now I was going to get punished! I walked with Sir out of the conference room and over to the stairwell, great, we would be walking up to the 7th floor, damn it. Each step made the vibrator move in me, and it caused me to wither and falter. I was a mess, by the time we got into the penthouse. I didn't have long to think because my velvet choker was taken off my neck and then my heavy collar was back on. Sir led me to the play room, sat down in the chair and said, "I should punish you, sub, but I'm not, Do you want to know why?"

"I do, Sir," I said, sliding to my knees and looking up at him, "I felt as though I've been really disobedient."

"I'm not punishing you because, for two whole weeks, you haven't snapped, a few moments here and there, but those were dealt with quickly and severely," Sir said, running a hand through my hair, "But for two weeks, you've done well, Babe, it means you can do this, you can be denied an orgasm. Tonight, I'm taking you out to the countryside and we're going to have a weekend to us."

"Thank you, Sir," I said, leaning against his knee and then said, in an off handed way, "How did you become such a good Dom, Sir?"

"Well," Sir started, startling me, "I had to be a sub first, before anything else."

WHAT?!

I looked up at Sir, and he looked down at me, with a smile in his eyes. He ran a hand through my hair and then said, "Like I said, Babe, I'm full of surprises."

Full of surprises, indeed, I shook my head and then said, "Will you tell me, Sir, about your life as a sub?"

"Maybe later, when you're comfortable in your role," Sir said, looking down at me, "For now, I think you should relax for an hour or so, I have to do something downstairs, and then we'll be off, don't go too crazy up here."

"Sir, I'm already crazy," I said, earning a pinch to the ear, "Hurry back, Sir, I already miss you."

Sir gave me a chuckle, kissed my lips and then left the room. I threw myself onto the bed and huffed, squealing as the vibrator came to life, making me whimper and curl up into a ball. Master, why do you have to be so cruel to me!

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Sir has driven me crazy, I thought, in a daze, as I looked down at the produce stand, I have lost my mind, I am lost to the pleasure, the pleasure of everything. The vibrator buzzed away inside of me and Sir tightened the belt to a tee. The thick leather rubbed against me and I was barely able to stand. He then sent me out to the farmer's market, to buy things for the picnic we would have together, in this state, I was going to snap.

We went out to the countryside in Pennsylvania, to a small cottage that was tucked away in the woods. It was lovely, but the lack of sexual satisfaction had me in tears! The night we got there, Sir had be strip, take a shower and go right to bed. I was actually fine with that, seeing as we got there at like 2 in the morning. The morning we woke up, he had me put on another cute sundress with matching flats and drove us to the local farmer's market. Sir gave me a list, some money and a smack to the bottom, telling me to behave myself and get all the things needed for our picnic.

"Such a big cucumber…." I said, picking up the green vegetable and holding it in my hands, "I want this in me…it's so thick and long and it must it be so juicy as well."

The woman running the stand could pass for my grandmother. She gave me a bright smile and said, "They are the freshest, I'll give them to you for a steal, 4 for 4 dollars!"

"I'll take them all," I said, with a breathless voice, picking up four thick and looong cucumbers, "Such wonderful cucumbers…"

I gave the woman some money and walked off, looking down at the list, which was becoming multiplying off into twos and threes, oh, what was happening to me? I must have finally snapped. I think it must have startled Sir, because he came up behind me, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me close.

"Hmm, I think my sub has been punished enough," He said in my ear, leading me out of the market, "You've been in here for 40 minutes and spent most of that time molesting bananas."

"Sir, if these bananas weren't so long and curvy, I would have bought the cake to the picnic…." I hummed, holding tight to his arm.

"Oh yeah, time to go on our picnic, come on Babe, let's go," Sir said to me, leading me to the car, "I found a meadow behind the house that's a perfect spot for a lovely lunch."

If Sir had told me we were going to fight bears in the mountains, I would have asked when, where and what should I pack for the trip! He drove us back to the cottage and led me behind it to the meadow he was talking about, where a blanket lay, with a basket of food. I was laid on the blanket, with my legs spread and arms thrown over my head.

"You've have be a very good girl," Sir said to me, taking out one small silver key, "It's time to take this off."

I let out a giggle, as the locks were clicked open and the belt was taken off me. I felt the vibrator slid out of me and Sir's voice drifted through the warm air.

"You are soaking wet, Babe," Sir said, holding up the drenched vibrator in front of me, "Hmm, such a very good girl, I'll tell you what, you get 14 orgasms today, for being such a good girl these past two weeks."

"14?! Is it my birthday?" I asked, earning a chuckle from Sir.

"No, but you'll be screaming all the same, by the time I'm done with you, Babe," Sir said, ripping my dress off me (Okay, Sir, come on, I like these dresses!) and climbing on top of me, "I want to hear you say 'Happy Birthday' over and over again!"

I came the instant he plunged deep into me, bottoming out in the first thrust. I nearly fainted with joy. My body seized around him and my legs were locked around him. I heard Sir growl his approval and then he was pounding into me, grabbing onto my wrists with one hand and lifting my leg up with the other. No, I wasn't transcending when he withheld sex from me these past two weeks, I was transcending now, entering an area in which pleasure and surrealism merge into one entity and I was a willing victim of it. How could sex with Sir get any better?! If you don't have it for a long time, get belted and then get teased, it gets a lot better, apparently.

"Oh yes, Sir!" I screamed, arching my back and rolling my hips, "Fuck me, Sir, make me feel good, Oh fuck! It's so thick in me, I can feel it in my stomach! I'm going to come again!"

Was I rambling, babbling, screaming my approval? I don't know anymore, all I know was that the next orgasm that washed over me had me screeching, my boding seizing up under his solid frame and then that mixture of pleasure and surrealism washed over me. The sky got bluer, the sun brighter, the trees greener and then white spots filled my vision until it was nothing but a solid white light of pure and utter bliss.

When I came to, I found myself in the rustic wooden bed that resided in the master bedroom of the cottage. I was naked, sore and wonderfully sated. I felt the bed dip and then Sir was running his fingers up and down my bare back. He kissed the top of my spine and said, "You fainted after the second one, Babe, you've been asleep for almost 20 hours."

"I have, Sir?" I asked, turning to look over at Sir, who was smiling down at me, a real smile, not one of those half assed ones, "Mmm, I feel so good."

"I know you feel good, but I did promise you 14 orgasms, and we've only got through two of them, let's eat and then I'll give you your other dozen orgasms."

I giggled and let Sir kiss me deeply. Maybe I should be bad more often, if I could hold out like this again.

TBC…

Stephanie might regret those words...and Sir has dropped a major bomb on his sub! Please leave a review, they're like crack to me!