Jerry's POV

Finn was right: I was a kinky motherfucker.

Even amongst all the guilt for breaking my only rule literally an hour after being reminded of it, I was horny. I felt totally and completely owned as I kneeled in the center of Robert's room. I was naked and facing the door, trusting that he'd come back, but not knowing when.

He hadn't told me to wait with my eyes closed, but I did. It felt right.

When the door finally opened, I looked up and met Robert's eyes. He was carrying some kind of bucket, but I focused on his face instead. His irritated expression melted when he saw me.

"You look beautiful," he sighed, locking the door behind him. He came over and tilted my head up so he could get a better look at me. "I talked to Claude and made it clear that there would be consequences for speaking to you like that again."

I couldn't help my own emotions, then. I felt protected and cared for by him. Combined with the vulnerability of being completely bare before him, my affection for him felt sweetly romantic.

"Thank you, Sir," I whispered, a slight bite of trepidation cutting into my haze of adoration. I was waiting for the 'but'.

He smiled and leaned down to kiss me. "He's such an asshole. He makes me want to praise you for yelling at him, but we both know that I can't. You should've walked away from him, and found me instead."

I knew that, of course. And I'd known it in the moment, too, which was why I wanted the punishment.

"Did you at least kick his ass?" I asked hopefully, glancing up at him.

Master Robert snorted and ruffled my hair. "Don't worry, he won't be bothering you again. Since this is your first time, and you already understand what you did wrong, you can choose your punishment. Your punishment can be the postponing of your scene, until after your piercings have healed."

I couldn't help it; I made the biggest whining noise ever. It got me a scolding look, so I closed my lips real fast.

"Or, you can have your scene tomorrow, with the addition of a tickle torture scene tonight," he added with a slight smirk. "Because that's my favorite kink. So we'd both get what we want."

I squinted at him suspiciously. The offer seemed too good to be true. I got to pick between no sex and twice the amount of sex? I did not need to think too hard about that one.

"Um, I'd like both scenes, Sir," I said with a touch of doubt. His smile was downright wicked, so I was starting to wonder if I'd made a mistake with choosing that as a punishment. It was just tickling, right?

Master Robert walked over to the table next to the bed and picked up a black blindfold. I shivered, remembering the ropes scene that we did. This was gonna be hot, punishment or not. I was so ready for it.

He wrapped the blindfold around my head and my body relaxed the moment it touched my skin. I loved this feeling; I spent my whole day being sassy and extroverted and loud, but here, with Robert, I was able to relax and trust him. He guided me to my feet and lead me across the room by the collar.

I didn't really know what was happening, until he pushed me into a chair and my arms and legs were being restrained. My arms were positioned above my head, and my feet were placed in some sort of shackle.

"Does that feel comfortable?" Master Robert asked. "Answer verbally, please, boy."

"Yes, Sir," I answered, a shock of arousal heading south at my own words. I even tested the restraints a little, but the padded leather held strong.

"Good boy," he praised, trailing a few fingers down my chest. I shivered. "You're going to remain here for thirty minutes. You may not come tonight."

With the help of the blindfold, I was able to focus on the world around me. I listened to Robert's deep, masculine voice, and I felt the cool material beneath my skin.

"Good boy, just relax," he calmed me, running his fingertips down my chest again. "Focus on the sensations around you. The punishment is that you can't come tonight, but you don't have to loathe every minute of it."

I relaxed in my chair. I'd heard of sensation play before. It was all about gentle touches and soft feathers. Master Robert was definitely going easy on me in the punishment department.

"Just one catch," he added, with an edge of teasing to his voice. "You may not move. For each time you move, I'll add on another two minutes to this punishment, understood?"

I gulped. Shit. I was a hyperactive person. Staying still was not my strong suit. "Yes, Sir," I said, feeling less and less confident that this would be a walk in the park.

"Good boy. What is your safeword?"

"Cactus," I answered, without second thought. I'd bought a cute cactus bracelet just to remind myself, and wearing it almost felt like a second collar.

"Good boy," he cooed. "Your time starts now. Remember: don't move."

Then there was silence, and I had no idea where he was or what was coming next. It hit me, all at once: this was not gentle kink. In my ropes, I was able to relax and trust him. Here, with nothing warning me of what was coming next, I was on edge.

A sudden pump to my cock made me shudder and moan. "Oh, fuck, just don't stop doing that," I sighed, earning myself a sharp pinch to my side.

"Boy, that's thirty-two minutes already," Master Robert tsked. "We might be here forever."

Fuck, I was already messing up. Master Robert continued to play with my cock, giving it light and teasing strokes, and I stilled my movements.

I needed to do well. I'd already looked like a fool by disobeying, so I had to make him proud.

I took a deeper breath as fingers danced down my sides, sending tingles through me. I wanted so badly to squirm, but I took breaths and thought about pleasing him.

His light touches trailed down my legs and I was grateful for the restraints holding my feet still. His soft touches left fire in their wake, leaving my hairs standing on end.

I relaxed, opening my mind up to the uncertainty. I accepted that I had no control, and my Master could do whatever he wanted to me. I had one job: stay still.

My cock throbbed and I felt precum drip onto my stomach. Shit. Apparently surrendering control to my Master was my on-button.

"Mm, you're doing so well," Master Robert groaned. His voice made my cock throb even more. "Look at how turned on you are, boy. Do you like following my orders?"

"Yes, Sir," was out of my mouth before I consciously chose to answer.

Something light — maybe a feather — danced over my nipples. I gasped, but I stayed still. The feather disappeared, then the sensation returned on the bridge of my foot.

"Fuck!" I yelped, thrashing my foot.

Master Robert chuckled. "Thirty-minutes. You don't like this?"

He brought the feather back to my foot and I bit my lip hard. My eyes were squeezed shut beneath the blindfold and my whole body tensed. The ticklish sensation shot through me.

The damn feather danced from the bridge of my foot to the heel, and then up to my toes. I breathed hard and fast, locking up my muscles to avoid movement. I felt a flash of hopelessness— how could I put up with this for a half hour? I was going to be here forever.

And just as tears slipped down my cheeks — I didn't know why I was crying, just that the sensation was so intense that it hurt — the feather disappeared.

I had a moment to breathe. His hand returned to my cock, and one single pump nearly pushed me over the edge of orgasm. I was so focused on not moving that I nearly forgot my most important task.

I bit my lip and the pain was probably the only thing that prevented my orgasm. My head was fuzzy with pleasure, even though my entire body was in various degrees of discomfort.

"Having trouble, sweet boy?" my evil Dominant cooed. "I can help you, if you want."

I didn't know what I was agreeing to, but I blurted, "Yes please, Sir."

A moment of silence had me frozen, and then I screamed when a pain like a bee-sting appeared at the tip of my cock. The sensation continued, making me thrash and cry and beg him to stop, and it wasn't until I felt water drip down my cock that I realized what he was doing.

He lifted the ice cube, allowing me a moment to breathe, and then replaced it. Luckily, I was braced for it the second time around. I was able to stay still and the ice cube's cold bite began to feel good against my heated skin.

Distantly, I realized I was whimpering like a sad puppy. I couldn't manage to quiet myself. Master Robert trailed the ice cube over my nipples and down my torso.

A hot sensation immediately replaced the ice cube and I cried out. It was gone in an instant.

And then, worst of all, the ice cube returned on the bridge of my foot.

"No, no, fuck, no, please," I spat out a constant stream of pleas and begs, trying to move my foot out of his grasp.

Unfortunately, Master Robert held the ice cube until my pleas turned into sobs. "Good boy, just breath," he comforted, taking the ice cube off. "I'm doing the other one now."

I knew it before he told me, but I still choked out a sob.

My foot was so sensitive to the ice cube that it felt like a sharp pain. I forced myself to remain still this time, but it wasn't easy. I was rewarded with a few strokes to my still-hard cock before the sensation disappeared.

I waited, hands clenched into fists, silently crying, and worst of all— with the ever-constant throbbing of my cock.

The feather returned to my foot, but it was manageable after the ice cube. Once that ended, my cock was completely swallowed by Master Robert's hot mouth.

I screamed and bit my lip, barely managing to hold back. He bobbed his head a few times, before giving me mercy.

It was almost a relief when a quick pain shot through both of my nipples.

"How do you feel, baby?" Master Robert cooed. "Those are metal nipple clamps. Do you mind them?"

My voice was scratchy as I answered. "I'm okay, Sir."

He kissed me.

I missed his closeness the moment he was gone. "Sweet boy. You have about ten minutes left," he told me.

I gasped, nearly letting more tears slip out. It had felt like years.

A pinwheel-like object traveled down my arms and over my sides. Just when I thought my body could be any more stimulated, I shivered as goosebumps spread over my skin.

The prickly sensation was followed by the softest material I'd ever felt. Maybe it was because my nerve endings were fried, but I sighed into what felt like a cloud. Master Robert trailed the material around my torso.

I sighed and gave myself over to the feeling, nearly forgetting my goals yet again. My mind kept trying to drift off and submit myself to my own submissive tendencies— I wanted to loose myself to the desire to please my Master.

Four hot lines of pain raked down my torso, and I startled and screamed. I was definitely babbling, but I had no clue what I was saying. All I knew was that if he didn't do that again, I was probably going to come.

And then the second I felt like I might come, I felt the orgasm beginning to build up. Panic hit me and I wailed, thrashing and crying out. "Master, please—" I heard myself begging. "Dont, I'm gonna— oh fuck, Master, don't let me—"

A strong hand settled on my stomach and I stilled. "You may not come," came his stern reminder.

Like a charm, I was able to back away from the edge of the orgasm. My Master said no, so I didn't.

The hand remained until I was breathing steadily again. "Good boy," he sighed, lifting his hand. "Two minutes."

I calmed down and tried to focus my mind, but it was the same as trying to pick up water. I kept going a bit fuzzy at the edges, thinking random things— I love him or don't cum or make him proud.

And, briefly, I'm loosing it.

What tugged me from my thoughts was the realization that I hadn't felt anything for a few seconds. The presence of a constant sound registered, and I didn't understand what it was until Master Robert growled and drops of liquid landed on my stomach.

Holy shit. I nearly came all over again.

His hand settled on my chest. "One more minute, boy. I want you to take deep breaths for me, because this is going to hurt."

I took breaths and centered my awareness on his hand. Like the collar, it was an offer of comfort and support.

And then my nipple was on fire.

I screamed, but with the help of Master Robert's hand, I managed to stay still. He rubbed a soothing circle around it. "Good boy, now for the second clamp. Then you'll be all done, okay?"

A wave of pleasure, triumph, and delight hit my brain like a tsunami. I did it; I managed to be good.

The second clamp came off, but I embraced the pain. I was so proud of myself.

The restraints came off and so did the blindfold, and I met Master Robert's proud expression. He scooped me up into his arms and kissed all over my face. "You did it, sweet boy," he gushed, and his words increased my own feeling of accomplishment. "You're so perfect. You're so good. Thank you so much, baby."

"Mm," I moaned, curling up into his arms. "That was...awesome."

I closed my eyes and clung to him, cuddling throughout our entire aftercare process. I didn't let him go in the bathtub, I didn't let him go when he got me water and food, and I didn't let him go when he bundled me up in blankets and cuddled with me in bed.

I fell asleep listening to his soft words of encouragement and the feeling of his hand stroking my back.