Monitoring
"This will keep track of you," he said snapping a monitoring brace on my ankle. He swiveled over to his laptop on the table, tilted the screen to show me, and I saw a blip on the screen. The blip was me. Appalled, I just stared at him slack jawed for a moment.
"And if I should remove it?" I asked having already compiled a mental list of implements in my house that would severe the band in a cinch. I tilted my head at him defiantly. Go ahead, try to top your current level of craziness I thought.
"You don't think it'll alert me?" He chuckled no longer looking at me, typing on his computer, "There are bands running all through that thing. As soon as any disconnect, for any reason, I'm on your behind with whatever tool I can find at the time."
I was already picking at the thing. It itched. He fell silent, letting his words wash over me. And I, I couldn't think of a single thing to say in counter. I had brought this on myself- in many ways- and I knew that. All that was expected of me was to follow a few rules, and I didn't bother with the rules, I did my own thing half expecting him to abandon cause like all the others in my life. So, when I left the house last night, I didn't bother telling him where I was going or when I returned. I flicked the monitoring band hard as if this was all its fault and I frowned at his back.
"This is excessive don't ya think?" I finally broke the silence.
"Oh, no, I don't think it is," he said finally turning to look at me. His smile broadened as his gaze over me concluded at my ankle. He raised an eyebrow then, "Would you like to see what I do consider excessive?"
"No," I said quickly.
"Too bad, you might have enjoyed that," he said and spun his seat away from me again. I almost stuck my tongue at him but figured he probably had cameras installed. I thought about that a moment and shivered.
"Do you have cameras in here?" I asked.
"And if I did?" he said typing ferociously on his laptop.
"I guess I don't ... have any problem with that," I said, stumbling over my words.
"You are mine, don't you get that?" He asked looking at me. He reached over and grabbed the back of my hair, pulling me off the couch to his side. My left knee cracked as I knelt by him. He kept his hand in my hair, "Open wide."
I opened my mouth as wide as I could. My eyes were still closed because he had a hold of my hair, for some reason I can't keep my eyes open when he does that. Still, he grabbed a blindfold and slipped it over my face. I almost laughed thinking about how he strategically placed items all over like the blindfold. I had once found a wayward pair of handcuffs when cleaning the livingroom.
With blindfold secured, he released my hair. I still kept my mouth open wide despite hearing him move off the chair. I sniffed the air a bit to see if he was still standing nearby. I couldn't tell. But, I certainly wasn't going to close my mouth without permission.
"Stick out your tongue," he said from somewhere behind me. I complied reluctantly. This isn't the activity I had in mind I thought woefully.
"Now, hold that tongue real still, my dear," he said now in front of me. I got goosebumps and anxiety was making my stomach feel twisty. I placed my hands under my knees. I dug my nails into my knees a little, bracing for whatever pain was coming. But then, it didn't. He simply wrapped my tongue in something, possibly gauze as it reminded me of the dentist. Then that thought gave my entire body a shiver. "I said to hold still, did I not?"
Suddenly there was pressure on my tongue. I pulled back only slightly to test the boundary. It seemed the pressure was his fingers, not a clamp of some sort. I almost sighed in relief. He squeezed my tongue hard and I buckled a little.
"I am going to ask you a series of Yes or No questions. You will tap your knee here once for yes and twice for no. Do you understand?" He asked still holding onto my wrapped up tongue. I tapped my knee once, "Good. Now if you lie to me, I will squeeze your tongue as hard as I can. And guess what, I already know the answers to every question I'm going to ask. Let's begin."
"Did you meet someone last night?"
I tapped my knee once in reply. Yes.
"Did you meet up with someone I have forbidden you to socialize with?"
I tapped my knee once in reply again. Yes.
"Did you drink last night?"
Two taps on the knee.
"Good girl, seems you can follow some rules. Did you know last night you were breaking my rules or had you forgotten?" He asked.
One tap and my head started to look downward in shame.
"Did you honestly think you snuck out quietly?"
One tap.
'Do you think I am a fool?"
I tapped twice and he squeezed my tongue so hard I almost bit him accidentally. By the time he let go, I had soaked the blindfold with tears and my nails dug into my knees enough to probably have drawn blood.
"You do think I am a fool, I said not to lie. The fact you disobeyed and thought you'd get away with it proves you think I'm a fool," he growled and let go of my tongue. I didn't move. He ripped the blindfold off and took whatever was on my tongue off. I wiggled it around in my mouth trying to get it to feel normal again, but I still kept my mouth open.
He stood before me and unzipped his pants. No way, I thought,* how can i do this now when I can't even feel my tongue?* I started to panic.
"Don't worry, you're not going to need that sore tongue of yours at all," he said noticing the tension pulling my shoulders upward, "It's best actually, if you keep it out of the way until I am done with you."
And with that, he shoved his cock in all the way down my throat. I started to gag and he pulled out just as fast as he had forced it in. I coughed and sputtered a bit then got back into my position and opened my mouth again. He did this a few times and after a while, I wasn't coughing afterwards but it still hurt. Then, he pushed in and down and left his cock inside.
"Suck," he growled. One word. That word. But he was so thick and in so far I had difficulty forming suction. I started to swallow him as if he was water. I couldn't keep any real rhythm, but I kept taking gulps at his cock. His moaning and growling got louder and he started to move. I continued to swallow, trying to time with his motion.
Both his hands grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down on his cock instead. He hit the back of my throat hard. Repeatedly. And with a noise I've never heard before, he shot his load down my throat. I felt his cock go from rock hard to flaccid. I still gulped at it until he told me to stop that. A few drizzles here and there ran down and then he removed himself from my throat.
"I didn't get to taste you," I whispered, barely audible. My throat felt like it had been ripped out.
"You didn't deserve to," he said, "not this time." He added the latter after a small pause while he searched my eyes. His stare made me uncomfortable. i looked down, then examined my knees to see if my nails had cut into the skin from earlier. They had. I looked up at him hoping he hadn't noticed the blood on my knees.
He shuffled his pants off and removed his shirt. He walked to the couch behind me and laid down. I remained in my spot. He tapped the space in front of him. I got up and took my new place and he wrapped one arm over me. Buried in the warmth of his chest, I cried and he held me.
"The bracelet isn't excessive," he whispered as he stroked my hair, "it is to remind you I am always watching you. So I don't have to punish you for disobedience."
I murmured something into his chest. I wasn't sure if it even had words, I just made noises. I kissed his left nipple, tasting the regrets of my own tears. He tried to pull me in closer and closer as if he wanted to absorb me into him. I'd have welcomed that.
"I'm truly sorry," I said hoarsely.
"I know."
