In the Cards

My worst fears were confirmed as I entered the bedroom. Lisa was laying on the bed reading a magazine. Her body was covered in a fluffy long white robe which allowed her now tan skin to be really noticable. I tore away my gaze form her white stockinged feet to see a very stern expression on her face.

I began mumbling an apology, as she ignored me to gaze at her magazine for a few moments. She didn't remove her eyes for a second from her magazine to cut me off in mid-sentence, her voice was steady and calm but with an angrier and more forceful tone to it. I had never heard this tone before coming out of her.

"Save it," she stated, silencing me instantly. I mentally began bracing myself for a loud, drawn-out argument which was the equivalent to an atomic bomb going off. I glanced wistfully at her nylon encased feet and part of her calves and realized that I wasn't likely to get any closer than where I was at the moment.

After a second or two of silence, she spoke again. "Not only you nore than two hours late getting up here, but you spent the whole time misbehaving, while I was up here alone and horny." She slammed the magazine down on the bed. "Very horny!," she snapped, our eyes meeting for the first time. Feeling guilty, I dropped my gaze and noticed what se'd been reading. It was a porno mag; one that featured bondage and discipline. My cock inadvertently began to swell for the umpteenth time in three hours. She began flipping through the magazine pages again and both my hopes and my cock began to rise.

"If you ever expect to be allowed back in my bed, I suggest you strip and be ready for my inspection within the next sixty seconds." She kept reading her magazine as I began to strip every article of clothing from my newlly shaved body.

"Oh, by the way, you better not have a hard-on," she added.

Less than a minute later, I stood near the foot of the bed, hands clasped together behind me. And of course I was rock hard.

She walked over and stood in front of me, one hande on her hip as she looked disapprovingly at my now rock hard and dancing cock. "one simple order, and you still disobey." She slowly walked behind me and told me to bend over so that my head came to rest on the foot of the bed.

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She had me kneel, then pulled the cord, forcing me to bend slightly. She turned on the TV, telling me to look closely at what I could've had if I'd came upstairs on time.
The scene showed Toni kneeling just inside the bedroom as if waiting for someone to enter. She was wearing the white teddy and stockings, just as I'd asked. The intercom was barely audible in the background. Apparently she was listening for a sign that I was coming upstairs. She turned to the camera, and in a tone of total surrender, whispered, "this is what's waiting for you, you lucky bastard. I'm so hot I'm going crazy waiting for you. But I'm gonna take care of you first, babe. I can't wait till you walk in and see this..." She held hand cuffs behind her to simulate wearing them, then opened her mouth, closed her eyes and tilted her head back. She spent a couple of minutes practicing her begging skills...even to the point of saying she wanted to drink my cum. (Which she had ALWAYS refused!) The intercom caught her attention, and she looked annoyed. Soon her entire attention turned to the guys and I talking downstairs. She seemed to grow angrier by the minute, and eventually she turned off the camera.
Toni now turned the TV off, though I noticed that the camera was again running. She removed her robe seductively, and stood with her satin covered mound just inches from my face. Holding my face out of reach, she rubbed herself slowly, taunting me verbally all the while about how she planned to soon have me begging far worse than she had done, and for a much longer time. I was beginning to understand this wasn't just another of our fun little sessions. She was seriously angry!