Sushi and the Rules

By Just_Someoneelse_518.


“There are rules, but they’re for both of us. The goal is for us both to enjoy this. If you don’t enjoy this, then you’re welcome to stop. But if you ever do, then we’re over. I don’t do ‘in and out’ of relationships.”

Sarah and I were back at my apartment after dinner. Here is how it happened

After calling her and spending a few days trying to find a time we would both be free, we settled on Friday evening. I met her at my place and drove us to our first official date, and I had no idea what to expect. She was sweet, and I could tell she had gone all out to dress nicely for the sushi restaurant she had picked. She wore a long navy pencil skirt, a tan button-up blouse, tan shoes, and a delicate silver necklace. Not what she had worn to work that day.

We were in a corner booth and somehow drifted into each other as the evening continued.

I was new to sushi, and she encouraged me to try a few things and see what I liked.

“Who knows what will turn out to be your new favorite.”

She said it casually, but as she did, her hand drifted over my thigh and just over my package.

Her hand sat there absent-mindedly stroking over the head of my cock and down my thighs until I stopped eating entirely.

“Don’t tell me you’re done already.” Her throaty whisper moved its way down my spine.

“No, I’m just enjoying what you’re doing, sweetheart.”

“Oh really?”

Her hand moved slowly back up the inside of my leg. I thought that she was going for my dick again, but she went past it. To the side. Her hand smoothed against my belly.

“Mmmhm…”

I slowly moaned. I started to worry I would get too loud at the restaurant. No one was seated near us, but if she wanted to jerk me off in public, then someone would notice. Her hand was so soft.

Its hand slid down me, from my belly inside my boxers, and for a moment enveloped my dick before wrapping around my balls.

She used chopsticks to pick up a piece of fish with her free hand. She was so dexterous and casual. It looked like she was relishing her meal to anyone else in the restaurant.

She closed her hand on my balls. I let out a surprised gasp and started to move away, but she pulled me down. Her thumb and index finger had wrapped tightly around the base of my scrotum, and the other fingers were clinching.

“Tell me you like this.” Sarah leaned over like she would nuzzle me but whispered something else in my ear.

“Tell me you like the pain.”

I could feel the hurt in my kidneys. Wet welled up behind my eyes, and every part of my body needed it to stop. But she was right. I did like the hurt because it came from her.

“I do. I like it.”

She let go, and I immediately missed the squeeze. I gasped and caught my breath. My cheek pushed into hers, and I realized how flushed I must have gotten. Sarah’s hand drifted away from me, and I was sorry to know it was ending. Sarah half stood and kissed me on the forehead before settling beside me.

The waitress walked up and asked if we enjoyed the meal. Sarah spoke for both of us.

“We did, but the wasabi was almost too much for him. He is still getting used to it.”

“Yes, he does look a little red. First time?”

I nodded, and she left the check. I looked over to Sarah. It felt like I had passed some tests I didn’t quite understand. Regardless, I was proud.

Sarah insisted on paying for both meals, and we walked to the restaurant’s front door. Just before we got outside, she let out one loud smack on my ass.

“All mine.” She said casually.

I was embarrassed but proud. I didn’t know what being hers meant, but I’m glad that’s what I was.

We rode back in my car and joked around. At a light, I turned and grabbed her left hand, not sure what I wanted to do but knowing I wanted to do it with her. I kissed each finger back and forth until the car behind us honked. When I looked up, I discovered the light was green, but neither noticed. She pushed my hand away and laughed.

“Watch the road, mister. ” She grabbed my hand right away, and I drove the rest of the way without a word but holding her hand.

After returning to my apartment, Sarah became serious again. She pulled a red candle from her handbag, stood it on my counter, and lit it with an old Bic.

“There are rules, but they’re for both of us.” As she started her speech, she took something small and metal from her handbag. I was mostly listening but curious about what it was. It clinked as she set it on my counter and tilted the candle over it. Whatever it was, it would be waxed to my counter soon.

“Pay attention! This is very important.” I snapped back to focus. She continued.

“This is one key; as you can see, it stays here. I have the other one with me and will use it sometimes. You can use this key anytime you want, but if you do then, our relationship is over. It doesn’t matter how mean I’ve been or what I have done or not done. If you take this key, I’ll never do anything for you again. Understood?”

“I understand, but I still don’t see what is so important about that key, especially since you will have the other one.”

“I’m getting to that. First, I want you to strip completely. And don’t get excited. You will not be having sex tonight.”

I wasn’t sure I believed her about no sex, but I was excited to get naked with her. I assumed she would, too, but she just stood back with an impatient glare. Suddenly I didn’t feel excited, just like I was being scolded. My shirt and jeans were already off, and I stopped at my boxer briefs.

“I’ve already seen what little you’re packing and returned here anyway. I’m not going to be disappointed.”

That one stung, but I complied. I slipped my underwear down and was suddenly reminded that I had manscaped before the date. No razor, but clippers in the shower to make everything tidy. Trimming makes some guys look bigger, but it doesn’t for my dick.

“It is cute, isn’t it?” Sarah said, mostly to herself.

She took a step towards me and cupped my balls again.

“Can you get a bowl of ice for the next part?”

“Sure, but what are we-.” She put a finger to my lips to shush me.

“You’ll see. And if you don’t like it, we’ll stop.” She smiled sweetly. I walked to the other side of the kitchen. She didn’t say how much ice or how big of a bowl. I wanted to show my obedience, so I grabbed a small mixing bowl, emptied a mostly full ice tray into it, and walked back.

“Perfect! Hold on to it for a minute.” She cupped my balls and slowly stroked my dick. I leaned forward to kiss her, and she turned to meet me. I was confused but enjoying every bit. We kept kissing as my balls started to lift on their own. I wasn’t on the edge but coming up on it. She pulled back slightly and spoke sweetly to me.

“What kind of dick do you have?”

“What?”

“What kind is it?”

“What do you mean?”

The hand on my balls lifted slightly, and the stroking stopped. I looked down, and her eyes met mine.

“Do you have a big cock?”

“Umm… no.”

“Do you have a thick cock?”

“Definitely not.”

“Is it…..average?” She quickly squeezed and released my balls. It hurt, and I stumbled but found my footing. She asked me again.

“What kind of dick do you have?”

“A little one. It is under five inches and thin. I have a little dick.”

“Bingo.” She whispered.

Both of Sarah’s hands let go of me. I didn’t know what she was doing until I felt the cold against me. I shrieked.

“Don’t back away. You back away, and I leave. Understood?”

I nodded. My voice was gone.

“Good, now I’ll take the bowl; you hold this ice against your little dick until I tell you to stop.”

I did as she said. Standing in my kitchen, holding ice to the bluest balls I’d ever experienced and whimpering, I looked pathetic.

She slowly returned to her handbag, pulled something out, and strode back to me. Watching me submit the whole time. I didn’t know what was coming but already agreed to it.

“Good boy. I want you to know that you make me happy by submitting. I’m about to reward you. Drop the ice.”

I did as she said and the ice cracked as it hit the floor. She grabbed my balls again, but this time, I couldn’t see what she was doing. She leaned over me, and I could see her straight brown hair and smell her perfume. I felt pinching, weight, and something smoothing against me. It felt comforting or maybe nurturing. I don’t know how, but giving her control immediately felt right.

She pulled back, and I saw something shiny. My dick had pulled in on itself, and my balls had shrunk back against my body. The cold always did that, and I knew I looked like I had mostly dodged puberty in that state. What was new was something metal over my package.

“This is called a chastity cage. It will keep you from getting hard if the lock is in place. The lock has two keys. One is with me. Where is the other one?”

I was stunned. What had I agreed to? Was this going to hurt? She pulled my face up, bringing my gaze from my encased package to her face.

“Could you be able to tell me? Where is the other key?”

Something clicked when I looked past her to the red wax mound on my counter.

“It’s there on my counter. I can unlock this whenever I want.”

“That’s right, little boy.”

“But what happens if you do that?” It was strangely comforting to have her talk down to me, to know someone was in charge and that it wasn’t me.

“We’d be over then. Sarah, I don’t want that, but does that mean you don’t ever want me to cum?”

She pulled my face down and kissed my forehead.

“No, little boy. I’m going to take care of you and make sure every orgasm you have with me is worth remembering. If it isn’t worth it to you, at any point, just unlock yourself.”

“But what will you do if I don’t?”

“Maybe nothing. Maybe suck that little dick of yours again. I might just ride a big dildo in front of you.” She winked at that. I knew she was serious, but it made us both laugh.

“That brings me to another important part of this. I’m still going to take care of myself. I plan to as soon as I get home. I am going to pull out a vibrator and enjoy that I can cum, but you aren’t. And why and aren’t you?”

“Because I–” she reached over and bounced my balls. I could feel my dick start to get hard, and a ring pulled on my balls. I doubled over and pulled back from her.

“Tell me why you aren’t cumming tonight, but I am. Tell me now, or I’ll never touch your little dick again.”

I stood back up, but somehow, my gaze dropped to our feet.

“Because I’m waiting for you.”

“That’s right.” She caressed my face and nuzzled into me. “Oh, I am going to have fun tonight. I am going to orgasm so hard knowing that you are waiting for me.” My mind raced. Lust and gratitude raced through my veins.

“I could take care of you tonight. I could –”

“Oh really, mister? Do you think you’ve earned a reward already?”

“I, well I just had a great time tonight and want to take care of you, sweetheart.”

“And you’re ready to stay locked up for this?”

I nodded slowly. Sarah pulled me in for a kiss.

“Well, lead the way, little guy.”

I was still naked, except for the new chastity cage, and she still had everything on. I stepped around her to lead her to the bedroom and felt a smack on my ass, just like at the restaurant, but on my bare skin this time.

I yelped and giggled despite myself. I flicked on a lamp as I went into the bedroom, turned, and saw tat she was still at the doorway.

“Stand by the bed. I want you to watch.”

In the soft lamplight, she licked off her flats one by one—right, then left—rolling her ankle each time.

Sarah untucked her top and started at the top, unbuttoning as she went. It wasn’t until I saw her peach bra that her eyes met mine.

Sarah winked as she undid her skirt at the side and slid it down her generous hips, revealing lacy peach panties. My chastity cage was pulling on my balls, and I started to collapse forward again.

“You’d better relax, mister. You still haven’t taken care of me yet. Here, sit on the floor.”

Sarah took one soft hand on my shoulder and eased me on the floor next to my bed.

“When we are done. I expect you to thank me.”

“Thank you.”

She chuckled

“Not now. You’ll know when.”

She slipped off her top and turned away to unclasp her bra. It fell to the floor.

I enjoyed the view of her long legs, athletic ass, and bareback as she brushed her straight black hair over one shoulder. She seemed to take her time with her hair as if she wanted me to wait and drink it.

Sarah thumbed her panties and slid them down her long, smooth legs. I started to get up.

“No, I like you there. Stay on the floor.”

She turned to me all at once.

Her silver necklace shone brightly in the dim light of the room and hung between her firm breasts. I’ve never been good at estimating, but I would find out later that her bra size is 34D. I was still taking her in as she strode towards me and started playing with my hair.

“Aren’t you glad there’s no way that little dick of yours will let us down tonight?”

I started to nod, but she stopped me.

One hand tilted my chin up towards her.

She took an extra step towards me. Over me, and my mouth instinctively opened to her pussy.

She wasn’t shaved but neatly trimmed. When I let out my first moan, all of her pubic hair vibrated into my face.

“That’s it. Slow, mister. Take your time. Show me how grateful you are.”

She tilted her body over me. One hand was on my head; I’ll never know about the other.

I enjoyed the opportunity to let my tongue slowly caress her delicate lips. The thin, short hairs brushed my mouth as I slowly rocked us together. I took it as a little challenge to go even slower than she wanted, hoping she’d beg me to speed up, but she never did.

I soon lost myself in the sound of her heavy breathing, how the soft skin of her thighs got impossibly hot against my cheek.

She pulled my hair as she pushed my head deeper into her and relaxed back. And then deeper into her. We went for waves of a building rhythm that way.

My hands found their way to her hips, and I squeezed her into me.

I wasn’t sure when her moan started, but I helped her build it to a crescendo.

Finally, she relaxed and straightened up. Sarah moved a hand to meet mine on her hip. I leaned away as she took half a step back.

She looked down at me, and I did up to her.

“Now is the time, mister.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

 

The End.

 

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