Anxious: A Bedtime Story for Adults

Anxious: adj. 1. Uneasy and apprehensive about an uncertain event or matter; worried. 2. Attended with, showing or causing anxiety, spent an anxious night waiting for the test results. 3. Usage problem. Eagerly or earnestly desirous.
Synonyms: pleasureless, eager, concerned, apprehensive, in suspense, impatient, troubled, nervous, worried, uneasy, restless, fretful, fearful

It is incumbent upon the dominant to create an atmosphere of anxious anticipation. A bedtime story for adults:

Darling, your training has been neglected during my book tour. It is time to resume. You are to check into the Clift Hotel in San Francisco at 3:00 P.M. on Friday. A room has been reserved in my name. You are to remove all clothing, place the blindfold you will find beside the bed on, and kneel on the bed, hands extended in front of you. You are to wait in that position until I arrive. The door is to remain open ever so slightly so I may enter without a key.

I have been remiss in my duties to my Pet. He has patiently waited my orders while I transacted business over the last few weeks. It is time I spent some time with him. My Pet is in need of obedience training. In the time I have been otherwise occupied, he has become somewhat independent in his actions. I know he still wishes to please, but his response to commands has become lax. I have in mind the teaching of patience and obedience. By ordering him to keep the door of the hotel ajar, he will never know who is arriving. It could be the maid to tidy up the room. It could be the manager. It could be me. I’m smiling at the thought. It will take a great amount of trust for him to obey this command. And he will be SO exposed to whoever walks into the room.

Friday I was in the lobby of the Clift today about 2:15. I found a secluded corner and sat down to wait. My Pet arrived about 2:45. So far he was following orders. When he went to the check-in desk he was told the room was not quite ready, that the maid might have to finish cleaning the room. I could tell from his actions, visible only to one who knows him, this information disturbed him. But, following instructions, he took the key and headed for the room. I was proud of him.

At 3:00 Phyllis arrived. She, too, was prompt in her arrival. I had asked her to join me in some training exercises. Like me, she is dominant and takes pleasure in the training of new and relatively new slaves. We sat in the lobby for another twenty minutes. I figured that would give my Pet time to follow the instructions...and to become slightly nervous with the wait, sensitive to all the sounds that might echo from the halls.

Phyllis and I entered the room together. When we entered, I saw my Pet’s body tense. Quietly I sat in the chair and signaled Phyllis to begin. She removed her outer clothing, which hid full dominatrix gear. In addition, she placed the mask we had purchased the day before on her face. Silently she approached the bed and leaned over. She slid one hand between Pet’s legs and felt a semi-erect shaft. Without saying a word, she bent over and licked the exposed balls. We both watched as the male member grew in size to full erection. True to his training, he did not move, but allowed a low moan to escape. Phyllis continued to tease his manhood mercilessly. Just when she felt he could not restrain himself longer, she ran her fingers down the top of the erect shaft to the base and placed pressure there, slowing his reactions considerably. At that point she took out the leather cock ring that encircled the erect member and separated his balls. Once more Pet moaned, this time a small cry of disappointment. The only sound he heard was a small chuckle from Phyllis. She knew this would contain his ardor and increase the need as the evening progressed. I could tell at this point that my Pet knew it was not me who was teasing him.

The tension in his body increased. "Mistress, is that you?" he asked nervously. There was no answer. "Mistress?" Again there was no answer to his question. And the tension in the room became physically perceptible. Phyllis ran her three-inch nails over the exposed rear and slid them down close to the tender manhood that was so magnificently exposed to us in the room.

Continuing, she slid her nails between the spread legs and teased the insides, coming almost into contact with the erect manhood that begged to be caressed. Over and over again she teased him until it looked as though he could no longer remain still on the bed.

"Who’s there?" Pet’s distress at not knowing who was so intimately teasing him was increasing.

Still no one answered. Phyllis looked over at me and I nodded. Out of the bag she carried she took out a pair of leather wrist and ankle cuffs and a spreader bar. The ankle cuffs were securely fastened to Pet and he was turned over on his back, ankle cuffs attached to the bar. Phyllis helped Pet to the head of the bed where she attached the writs cuffs and drew his hands over his head and attached them to the headboard. While I removed street clothing and got into my leather gear, Phyllis played with the Pet. She slid her tongue down his throat, nipped his shoulder and worked her way down to his nipples, which she took, one by one, into her mouth. She licked her way around the nipples and smiled as they grew more erect. When they were to her liking, she took each one in turn into her mouth and nibbled on it, finally pulling on each with her teeth. Just as Phyllis was to work her way to the still erect member, I leaned onto the huge bed and took it into my mouth.

Still no one answered. I worked my way down to the base where the ring held his passion in check. I slid up and down the erect shaft, finally working my way up the under side with my teeth. Each stroke brought forth a moan, yet neither of us women said a word. My Pet was bound. He did not know for sure who was testing him. He was aware by now there were two of us. Phyllis and I slid up to the head of the bed, one on each side of my pet. I took his face in my hands and kissed him on the mouth, probing deeply with my tongue.

As I pulled away, he tried to follow. I smiled and whispered in his ear, "Not yet, Pet."

I took the blindfold off and allowed him to see who was there. I was in my leather gear, straps holding up bare breasts and circling legs. Phyllis’ gear was similar to mine. My Pet looked back and forth between us. I could see the questions in his eyes.

"No explanations, Pet. You still have to prove your worthiness." Phyllis reached over my Pet and caressed my right breast. As she did so, the nipple rose to her stimulation. She and I met across my Pet. Her mouth closed around the erect right nipple and her hand played with the other, twisting it between thumb and forefinger. My hand slid down between her spread legs and onto the Venus mound. Like me, she was damp. I parted the nether lips and found the red pearl erect and lubricated with her own juices. Slipping my finger down onto it, I massaged her to a minor orgasm while she continued to abuse my breasts.

"It seems, Pet," I said, "that Phyllis needs to be relieved of her "embarrassment."

With this clue, Phyllis straddled the Pet, who used his experienced tongue to remove the dampness between Phyllis’ legs. While he was doing that, I moved to his still erect member and licked like I would an ice cream cone. He moaned once more at the painful pleasures. I moved between the Pet’s outstretched legs and continued. When Phyllis had enough, she moved off Pet and around the bed. When she reappeared behind me she had on her strap. I was on my knees teasing my Pet, and Phyllis was on the bed behind me. She slide the dildo into me. With each stroke I became more aroused, orgasms repeatedly shaking my body. With each orgasm I pulled harder and harder on the erect manhood of my Pet. I knew the denial must have been painful, but I also know it is his desire. I know him; the longer release is denied the greater his pleasure.

Unable to speak coherently, he moaned and nodded. "It’s not your turn, yet," I teased. Phyllis slid in and out in an ever increasing rhythm. With each stroke, I slid up and down on Pet’s erect manhood. Finally, both of us women achieved an orgasm that consumed our entire bodies. Phyllis removed herself from the bed and disappeared into the next room. I straddled my Pet and slid his manhood into my pulsating center. I rode, still not allowing his release.

I smiled as he begged. "You have behaved rather well, tonight, Pet." Finally, when he could stand no more, I released the ring. My Pet rose up, driving deep. Again and again he rose until he achieved the explosion for which he begged so earnestly. Tears trickled down his cheeks. A smile played at his lips. I released my Pet from the bonds, gently kissed the tearing eyes, and curled around him. As I did so, I heard the hotel door click shut as Phyllis quietly let herself out. I lay next to my Pet, stroking his hair and chest until he fell asleep. He had behaved well. Tomorrow he will have further, more intensive training in obedience and service.

It is incumbent upon the dominant to create an atmosphere of anxious anticipation. A bedtime story for adults: