Tipping Point -- Chapter 1: Blow by Blow

She gently grabs his penis with one hand. “Pay attention to me.” he look up with a start. She's staring into his eyes.
“You'll will get more of my cock in your mouth, later—and then in your little pussy. But right now, you will listen and follow instructions.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Lift.”
“Lift”, she repeats.

With his hands still tied he can only use his legs. He lifts himself up a few inches. A portion of the dildo slides out of him. He does his best to hold himself up.
“Drop.”
He drops back down. The dildo's total length reenters his body. “Ahhaaa”
“Good. Do it, again. Up.”
He lifts himself up a few inches.
“Down.”
He drops back down.
“Do it again.”

He lifts himself up a few inches and then drops back down.
“Goood you keep doing that. Keep a nice rhythm.”
He lifts himself up a few inches and then drops back down. Each time he lifts and drops he impale himself on the dildo.
He lifts himself up a few inches and then drops back down. Each time he lift and drops his penis slides in and out of her clenched hand and grows longer.
He lifts himself up a few inches and then drops back down. He unconsciously grips the dildo with his anus. The shaft digs into his anus. His honey hole gets warmer.
He lifts himself up a few inches and then drops back down.

“My ass is getting hot, Mistress.”
“Good. It should be”
“Why is that?”
“There is no need for me to explain anything to you. That was stated in our agreement, correct?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Complete trust.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Why did you stop?” He didn't realize that he had stopped moving while talking.
He lifts himself up a few inches and then drops back down.

Taking his face in her empty hand, she passionately kisses him. She slides her tongue into his mouth. He smells her breath. He tastes her saliva. He traces her tongue with his. His tongue darts into her mouth.

She backs away with a displeased look. Before he has a chance to ask, she firmly squeezes his penis. He gasps at the discomfort. “You do not put anything into my mouth. Not your tongue nor your little weenie.”
Squeezing harder, she continues her rant, “I place things into your mouth. If something goes into my mouth that is because I place it there. Understand?”
He squeals, “Yes, Mistress.”
She relaxes her grip. “Good. Lift, again.”
He lifts himself up a few inches and then drops back down.