Master Teaches Her a Sinfully Sweet Lesson after Catching Her Flirting

Usually I don’t flirt with strangers, but when I met Ethan at a friend’s party, I couldn’t help myself. He was cute, and he kept making me laugh. When he told me that he was in a band, I thought I’d die. I’ve always had a soft spot for musicians, and I could picture Ethan being the kind of singer-songwriter who made girls swoon. We must have talked for an hour, and when I said I was going to take off, he asked for my number.

“Oh, that’s sweet, but I have a boyfriend,” I said, remembering Caleb.

After tracking down my boyfriend, we left the party, and Caleb asked if I’d had a good time. I assumed, then, that he knew nothing of my flirting with Ethan, and I told him that I’d had a wonderful time.

“I should hope so,” he said, “because it’s the last party you’ll be going to for a while.”

I looked at him, shocked, and he quickly continued. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out about your little friend? I saw you with him. I know you were flirting with him.”

“Caleb—” I started, but he didn’t let me finish.

“You should know better than to flirt, Elle,” he said. “Especially in front of me.”

“Yes, Master,” I said, hanging my head and trying hard to look repentant. “It won’t happen again.”

“You’re right it won’t happen again,” Caleb said, “because you’re going to be punished for it. Maybe then you’ll learn your lesson.”

The promise of punishment made my pussy tingle, and I couldn’t help the blush that colored my cheeks as I thought about what my “lesson” would entail. I had been a bad girl, a bad girl whose cunt was dripping with excitement at the promise of being punished by her master.

When we got home, Caleb sent me to my room and told me to strip and then go into the kitchen to wait for him. I did as he ordered, practically running to the kitchen and getting down on my knees to wait for him.

Caleb joined me a moment later, and I remained on my knees while he locked cuffs around my wrists and ankles. I moaned as the cool metal touched my skin. But the cuffs weren’t all he had in store for me, and in a second, Caleb was in front of me again.

From behind his back, he pulled out a ball gag, but it wasn’t the one he typically uses on me, the one with the red ball. This one looked similar, but the ball on it was a speckled white, and it was wrapped in plastic. As I stared at it, I noticed that the gag looked an awful lot like a jawbreaker-type candy. I wondered if it was just a strange coincidence.

I was so busy thinking about why they would paint a ball gag to look like candy that I almost didn’t realize that Caleb was talking to me again. I tuned in as soon as his voice broke into my thoughts, and I caught him midsentence.

“And I figured that since you seemed to be drooling over your new friend so much, maybe you’d like to continue.”

I had no idea what the start of the thought was, and it seemed I wouldn’t get to ask, as Caleb immediately began fastening the straps around my head. The next thing I knew, my mouth was open and the new gag was resting between my lips, holding them apart. As I got used to having the ball in place, I started to notice something strange: There was no rubbery taste. In fact, it tasted kind of like candy—like a jawbreaker. Oh my God, I thought, this is candy!

My eyes went wide at the realization, and I looked up at Caleb, who was watching me like a hawk. “You wanted to drool,” he said, smirking. “All I did was give you something more appropriate to drool over.”

I wanted to tell Caleb that he was more drool worthy than Ethan and that all I had to do was look at him and I’d go gaga. I wanted to tell him that just looking at him made my pussy ache to be filled. I didn’t need to be shackled and gagged to know that I had the best boyfriend and master a girl could dream of. But I couldn’t tell him. All I could do was sit quietly, sucking on my sugary treat and praying that he’d at some point allow me the release I’d been craving all night long.

After the first few minutes of wearing the gag, I started to feel silly. I couldn’t imagine I looked my most attractive, sitting there with a giant piece of candy in my mouth and gurgling as I tried to keep myself from actually drooling. And, of course, Caleb couldn’t let the candy be the only punishment.

Master got down on the floor, laid on his back, and slid back until his head was between my legs. Then he told me that he was going to eat my pussy—which was absolutely soaked—and that I wasn’t allowed to come. I was to mimic his tongue’s movements on the candy wedged between my lips, and if I got through the tongue-lashing without coming or getting overly excited, he’d consider removing my gag. I’ve never been able to last very long when Caleb eats my pussy. He has the most talented mouth, and it always seems like his lips and tongue were made solely for the purpose of pleasuring me. They were the perfect fit. But I had to redeem myself somehow, and if he was asking me to do something, it meant he thought that I could do it, so I sucked in a deep breath, cleared my head, and prepared for an intense cunt licking.

His tongue danced circles around my clit and lapped up the juices that were dripping from my pussy lips. My whole body tingled at the contact, and I wasn’t sure I’d make it through the next few minutes, or however long he chose to torture me. But I couldn’t disappoint him, so I made the same motions with my tongue on the ball of candy and did everything in my power to keep myself from coming.

I was on fire as Caleb continued teasing me. My jawbreaker was getting the laving of a lifetime as I tried to mirror his actions, and having to copy him was only making me more aware of everything he was doing. It was so hard to maintain any self-control and not let go and explode like my body wanted to. I tried to think of anything but my master’s tongue. Baseball, I thought. I’ll think about baseball. It always works for guys in movies; it’ll work for me.

For the next five minutes, I thought only about baseball and moving my tongue on the ball gag. I didn’t allow myself to think about why I was licking a giant piece of candy or why I was doing it while naked and cuffed in my kitchen. And my trick worked—I got through the entire tongue-lashing without coming! When Caleb moved his head from between my thighs and stood up, he patted me on the head and told me what a good girl I was.

“Since you did what you were told, and did it well, I think we can replace your gag with something more comfortable.”

I nodded frantically, smiling as much as I could around the sticky ball of sugar, wondering what he next had in store for me. But I didn’t have to wait long to find out.

Caleb unhooked my gag and carefully pulled the spit-slick ball from my lips. He chuckled at the odd way the ball had been worn down, my darting tongue having made the once-smooth ball into an uneven shape. He dropped it on the counter beside me and then went about replacing it—with his dick. I sucked him greedily, grateful for the chance to show him how truly sorry I was for flirting with Ethan. I treated his cockhead like the candy, tracing patterns over the sensitive flesh and hungrily licking up the precome that oozed from the tip. My actions were getting me hot again, though, and I wasn’t sure I could hold back after the delicious licking my pussy had received. Fortunately, it seemed Caleb could read my thoughts, and he told me that as soon as he came, I was allowed to come, too.

I worked harder, sucking with even more enthusiasm, and soon enough it paid off. Caleb’s dick started to jerk in my mouth, and then he was coming, shooting strings of sticky come down my throat. I swallowed every drop, and as I felt his cock start to soften between my lips, I squeezed my thighs together and finally came. My body shook, and I moaned loudly around my new “gag.” It was incredible.

When it was all over, Caleb pulled away and, before unlocking my cuffs, asked if I’d learned my lesson.

“Oh, yes, Master,” I replied, bowing my head and appearing appropriately guilt ridden. What I was really thinking, though, was that I’d discovered a new way to get Caleb to punish me, and I planned to try it out again very soon!

—Ms. Elle R., Waterbury, Connecticut