The silk sheets were cool on her back. She nibbled on her lower lip, pondering, "How long will he make me wait this time?" Probably longer than last time. Christine breathed a heavy sigh and craned her neck to try and see the clock. She’d only been waiting 30 minutes. “Great,” she mumbled under her breath followed by an exasperated sigh. That meant at least another 30 minutes tied here, if not longer. Times like these, she had learned, were best spent on pleasant memories, or she would drive herself stir-crazy staring at the ceiling.

She doesn’t mean to be impatient; she was just a spoiled child, with three brothers much older than herself who doted on her every moment. Before they had children of their own they showered their cute little sister with attention and frills. One brother bought her lovely dresses and another gave her a chance to wear them, whether it was a nice restaurant or a particularly grown up get together. The youngest made sure she was tough enough to stand up for herself and be able to fight off all the boys and men who were not as nice as her brothers were. She joined the same Tae Kwan Do School that he had gone to and he coached her through softball and swimming competitions. Her brothers all moved on to successful careers and she followed in their footsteps.

Then there came love. She had a lot of fun in high school going to dances, the prom, a party or two. She lost her virginity graduation night to a cute young man she knew on the swim team. He was clumsy and nervous but she knew it wasn’t going to be great the first time around, her friends told her so.

So went the rest of her subsequent boyfriends. Awkward men, often virgins, polite gentlemen all, intelligent and kind, but after a month or so, they were absolutely boring. The same positions, the same fantasies already worked out and sometimes even caught on camera and that was the highest form of kink they got into. They could be passionate, get all the right spots a woman loves, and she would return generously. The real problem when she finally thought it through was she felt like she was dating her brothers. There was something perverted about that. When you’re on your hands and knees getting a good fuck from behind and suddenly have your big brother’s face in your head, well that ends things pretty quick.

“Dammit, 15 more minutes,” she grumbled. And her mind wandered back again.

Frustrated at the latest fuck-alike breakup and feeling a bit bitchy one day at work, she was introduced to Tom, a new recruit. She showed him around the office and he would be under her wing for his first project there, learning the ropes. There was no stirring in her belly, no heart leaping, no quivering lip at some stud who appeared before her. Nope. Tom was a polite, kind, intelligent, man in his early thirties. No looks that whisked your thoughts away to a tropical island or perfect teeth, just a run-of-the-mill big brother look-alike. Her adoration to her brothers had never stopped, but copycat boyfriends most certainly had.

She wasn’t looking for a rebel in leather and spikes driving on a Harley either. Though the sex might be more interesting with one. She shook the thoughts from her head when Tom interrupted them. “Do you think we could go over the last part of the process tonight over dinner. I’m still not understanding it and I don’t want to hold up your work for tomorrow.” He was so straightforward and matter of fact she agreed.

They went out to dinner and picked a particularly large table with a semi-circle booth so they could sit next to each other and spread out the paperwork. Paperwork moved to paperwork, dinner moved into casual conversation, conversation turned to school, hobbies, parents, relationships; wine turned into more conversation about relationships and then Christine noticed a little tightening in her gut, and a little flutter between her legs. Probably the wine she thought. She smiled remembering their first few dates. He didn’t nervously dote on her. It was as simple as that. That’s why she was first attracted to him.

Thank goodness, she thought, when Tom walked in just as her back started to sweat on the sheets. Her arms were getting uncomfortable, and she smiled when he untied her. “You’ve waited long enough,” he said. “Go pee and when you get back we’ll see if you’ve learned your lesson about being impatient with Master.” Christine pouted, that meant as she had suspected, her lesson wasn’t finished. She lingered in the bathroom longer than she should have.

“For keeping me waiting your time to wait will be extended and you will be more uncomfortable, love.” She lay back down on the soft sheet. “Nope, turn over, hands and knees.” Handcuffs fitted to her wrists would keep her from moving them too far from each other. A vibrator was strapped on and placed inside her vagina on a slow, steady rhythm, and a smaller one for her ass. “Squeeze it all in, love. Don’t want anything to fall out,” he said with a final smack on her cheek. She criss-crossed her ankles and they were tied together. “All set,” Tom said, and turned to leave. Just as he stepped out he put his head back in and smilingly mentioned, “Oh, and darling? Don’t cum. You have to wait for that as well.”

Christine’s head slumped over. She loved getting it in both holes, but more waiting for him, and no cumming, she let out quietly, “shit”. She didn’t know Tom was still there at the door, “Was that a cuss word I heard?” She groaned quietly, she would have plenty of time to reminisce, take her mind off what her body will be going through, because she just tripled her punishment.