Between the worlds - THE GAME (Supernatural)

A reasonable reward

Gabriel

The dinner turned out lush. I was astonished when I came home from work and found a well-stocked table.

"Do you wanna fatten me?" I laughed while pouring wine. "I'm already getting a belly since you spoil me."

"Where?" Sam smirked, pushing up my sweater and distributing lots of little kisses that made me giggle. "I love this little raccoon belly. You'll have to stuff yourself today because I'll probably starve you tomorrow."

She sat back down at the table and let our glasses clink together.

Tomorrow was Saturday. The day I was a slave again. Had to? No, I was allowed. I'd wanted that, and Sam was ready to give it to me.

As before each session, we also discussed a few details, and I was asked about my taboos. Those, which I refused and where I wasn't sure, but maybe wanted to give it a try. It was also such a thing because she made it very clear that she'd listen to my wishes but would decide for herself in the end. Of course, I came back with the argument that I'd do anything for her.

But after she gave me some examples, such as cleaning the toilet with my tongue, going outside naked and mowing the lawn, or inviting Briana and Kim to serve them naked, I decided that I didn't want to do everything.

But Samantha also knew what she could ask of me and what I was willing to endure for her; that was clear after our Halloween session at the latest. But if she already gave me a choice, I'd be pretty stupid to mess up the day myself.

What would I give now for a glance, for a brief moment that would allow me to see you?

Blindfolded, I knelt on the floor and waited for further instructions. The wait required patience, and patience is a virtue. How many times had she explained that to me? Too often. It was essential for me to mustn't forget my patience. It protected me from punishment, and I got punishment anyway because I always forgot something important. And if I forgot nothing, it was Sam's turn.

Was she satisfied with me, or would she find a mistake? Because temptations lurked everywhere, and I wasn't allowed to weigh myself in safety. But that made the attraction –– never knowing what would happen and preparing for the unprepared if you could.

Suddenly I heard the clacking of shoes. She was very close to me and circled me.

"You cleaned the bathroom. Very neat ..." she said, and I breathed with relief, "... but how often have I already told you always to close the toothpaste tube?"

Didn't I do that?

I thought about it, but not for too long; otherwise, I became inattentive. It always had a terrible effect on me; even if it hadn't been, I was still to blame and no one else.

A moment of safety, and it was over. Slightly trembling, I expected the first blow with the riding crop, the hand, or any tool. But there was no pain and no swear word either. Nothing came ... only silence, which was far worse than anything that could've happened.

She plays with my uncertainty

"I'm sorry, my love," I stammered as she held the crop to my chin, forcing me to look up, but I couldn't see anything, wasn't allowed to see anything. Each of my remaining senses was sharpened. My breathing calmed because as long as I wasn't calm, she didn't move on.

Her following command was to crawl on the bed on all fours.

Moments later, I felt lukewarm water flow into my willingly upturned butt, which was always titillating, and my cock straightened up immediately.