?You know what your problem is?? My neighbor Deb asked last Saturday morning.
I didn't take the bait; I turned to the coffee pot instead, and glared at it. Drip, drip, drips, drip, drip continental.
?Takes forever? I muttered, still ignoring her, but she persisted.
?Your problem is that you are incapable of patience.?
?Is that so?, I replied. ?You might be interested in knowing that your problem is that you think you?re so smart that you know what everyone else's problem is. I suppose you're problem free, is that it??
We carried our coffee into the living room. ?Just because I am impatient at times,? I continued, ?does not mean that I am incapable of patience. That?s absurd. I am often very patient.?
?What if I told you Alexa, that I can prove your incapacity for patience beyond a reasonable doubt??
I looked into her eyes for some sign of what she was up to, and they were just plain devilish. I was intrigued. Has my bratty sub grown teeth?
?How do you propose to do that?? I asked.
?Let me explain, patience means two things. It means wanting something badly, and it also means waiting for it gracefully. Do you agree??
I thought it over briefly, too briefly: want it badly, and wait for it gracefully.
?Sure, I'll buy that.?
?I say, that you cannot wait gracefully, even five little minutes for something you want badly, for say -- an orgasm.?
I burst out laughing. ?Oh please! You know it takes much longer than that for me to come. Five minutes! That's nothing an? you know it. How long have we been enjoying our little ?weekend-morning? get togethers, a year??
?So, what are you saying Alexa??
?I'm saying that you're on.?
?Ok, let's go over the rules? she said. ?My rules. First: I Domme, complete control over how your body is stimulated. Second: you may not under any circumstances beg, plead, or complain. If you break the rules, the game is over and I win.?
?And what do you win?? I smiled.
?If I win, you agree that your incapacity for patience has been established, definitively, and you promise to do anything I want. Without limits!?
I loved the way she was suppressing her laughter. I could still see it though, in her eyes and hinted at, around her mouth.
I made my decision quickly. ?Alright, you have my word. And if, or I should say when I win, what will be my prize??
?Why anything of course.?
?Anything? You?re agreeing to anything when I win.?
?Yes I am.? Deb answered. ?Without limits.?
?What do you want me to do?? I smiled wickedly.
?Go put on the snap dress, wear panties under it, but no bra, and bring the stopwatch.?
Deb had chosen a dress that doesn't have buttons or a zipper. It snaps up the front from top to bottom.
?Fine,? I said, and I remember thinking: you're going down girl. ?I?ll be right back.?
When I returned, Deb was sitting on the floor by the window. ?Ok, now what??
She pointed to a pillow she had placed by her side. ?Get down on your knees.?
I did as I was told and she took the stopwatch out of my hand. I could feel my heart beating.
?Are you ready?? she asked, with her finger on the button.
?Yes,? I said, ?Five minutes.?
She moved behind me and took hold of the dress and popped the first snap.
Tik.
She put her mouth on my neck and I could feel her tongue on my skin so softly, like a little feather. I sucked in my breath and held it.
No begging.
I looked down at the watch: 30 seconds.
Tik, went the second snap.
I could feel her hot breath, licks and kisses, and I'll admit it, I almost pleaded with her to give me her teeth. I bit my lip instead.
Three more snaps:
Tik. Tik. Tik.
The watch read 1 minute 30 seconds.
Deb whispered, ?I know how wet you are.?
She ripped the dress open all the way.
Tiktiktiktiktiktiktiktiktik!
The watch was almost at two minutes.
She placed a finger inside my mouth.
?Wet this!?
She put it on my clit and I gasped, but she just rested it right there.
No pressure.
No sweet circles.
Nothing.
It was all I could do not to push myself into her hand. I had to use controlled breathing to resist.
With her other hand she pinched my nipple.
?Swollen all over aren't you??
The watch read: 3 minutes 50 seconds.
Then she totally surprised me by sliding the window open. When the cool air made contact with my skin, I shuddered with pleasure and wondered, can someone see what she was doing to me? She knew it would add a little edge.
She rolled my nipple between her fingers, pulling and squeezing.
But the finger on my clit was still.
Motionless.
The effect created by one hand doing what I so desperately wanted the other to do: was torture.
?I can feel you throbbing,? she whispered in my ear, and then she bit my neck, sending me over the top.
?Deb,? I pleaded.
?Yes??
?Please,? I begged.
?Please what??
?Please let me come now? You were right.?
?Right about what??
?I can't wait anymore. I'm impatient, I'm so horribly impatient.?
She stopped the watch: 4 minutes 58 seconds.
Damn, I was close.
She kissed my mouth hard, rolled my panties down to my knees and gave me her whole hand.
?I'm gonna come,? I groaned.
My orgasm happened in long slow waves.
It was delicious.
Sublime.
?Worth waiting for?? She asked, after the final tremor had rippled through my body.
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What do you think?
I?d like to hear from you.
Was it worth it?
Any ideas on how I can get even?
