A Tease from my Princess

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A Tease from my Princess

By All2true

Based on real events

It had been a long day. My mistress and I had talked early in the morning. She told me,”I don’t want to talk about, or ask for sex today. I want you to think about it as little as possible. Not at all would be great. I have something planned. So don’t worry.”
I had to work evening shift, I left my beautiful mistress early in the day and ran errands. I have the kind of job that is very physical with almost no breaks. I didn’t get home until very late. I had hopes of a warm reception. Maybe she might meet me at the door.
The house was dark. A small night light was the only light in the house.
“Hello, I’m home.” I said. No response, nothing.
I walked down the hall, “I’m home!” I said a bit louder. Still nothing.
I was puzzled. Well, I knew I was sweaty form all the hard work. So got into the shower,
I scrubbed down twice with soap. Well at least I will smell good for her, I thought. I didn’t bother with clothes. The bedroom door was closed. I tapped n the door. “Mistress?” I said cautiously. Nothing, no response. I opened the door cautiously and walked into the bedroom. No lights, there she was lying asleep on the bed.
Damn! She had forgotten? Or just fallen asleep?
Well either way, I didn’t want to wake her.
I walked around the bed and slid under the covers.
She had put a thin wool blanket on the bed, it scratched like hell. What the?
I cautiously slid my hand over towards the sleeping form of my mistress.
She was completely dressed.
I closed my eyes with a sigh of regret. I thought, Here I am with a serious case of blue balls,
I haven’t had an orgasm in four days, and I have to try to sleep with this scratchy blanket
all night long.
I was resigned. I lay in the bed trying to drift off to sleep, my dick hard as it could be.
“Move over.” My Mistress said sleepily, “You’re touching me.”
I did as she instructed. My hip had brushed hers, I guess. She must want to be left alone.
I closed my eyes again. Trying to drift off to sleep. This damn sheet, I thought.
I finally lost my erection and was starting to relax, when she spoke again.
“Did you take a bath?” She asked me.
“Hmm? Yes, of course I did mistress, can’t you tell?” I had put on deodorant and cologne.
Se then lunged at me, grabbed my shrunken member and wrapped her hand around
it and put her mouth on its head.
Ahh, waves of ecstasy quickly coursed through me. I quickly became hard again.
She was pumping me hard and fast sucking deeply and shallow, moving her hand around.
“Ahh, Ahh, Oh God, Yes.”
She knew I was getting close to orgasm.
So she stopped sucking.
She moved her hand up my cock and started masturbating
just the head of my dick with fast strokes.
“AHH! I cried my body on fire. I dared not ask her to stop,
she edged me a second time and stopped.
She they lay on me, holding my hands lovingly in hers for a bit.
I lay there in blissful agony.
“What’s the matter?” She asked.
“Huh?” is all I could respond.
“Why haven’t you orgasmed?” she asked me again.
I was a bit confused.
“The sheet is scratchy.” Was all my poor mind could think of as a response.
She chuckled at me. Got up out of the bed.
“Well, get on with it.” She said.
I was like a deer caught in the headlights. I froze. A trick, surely, I thought. She didn’t mean it.
She left the bedroom, closing the door behind her, “Perhaps you’ll do better without me,
you like to rub yourself so much looking at porn all the time, you should be able to handle it.”
I dared to touch myself, she had said it was alright, hadn’t she? Was it a trick?
I started stroking my self. I slowly built up, reaching an edge. Do I go over?
I wondered. Surely she didn’t mean for me to do so without her, I thought.
She entered the bedroom after I had edged three more times and turned on the room lights.
“What you haven’t orgamsed yet?” She asked derisively.
“I need your help.” I said truthfully.
She laughed at me. “Aww, poor baby needs help.
To bad!
You are always saying you want to, and now you missed your opportunity.
Sleep well.” With that she turned out the light and lay next to me,
under those damn scratchy sheets.