A trap

My Mistress, in her mercy, allowed me to play a little with my breasts last night. I was incredibly grateful, because I could only barely stand the tension - I craved release so much... I was aroused and wet and I could agree to almost anything. And so I did. In exchange for granted privilege, Mistress also warned me my third task will be harder, but she hadn't say how or what it would at all. It sounded like devil's bargain, but I didn't care for the moment. I was free to play with my boobies and I was all that mattered.

I waited impatiently for my roomie to fall asleep, then I hastily removed my shirt and bra and without turning the lights on I slowly pressed my tense nipples against cold glass of the window. It brought me the shocking jolt, but also cooled them a bit. They almost hurt when I stroked them gently, watching night lights over the city. I took the barbels with my fingers and gently pulled them, stretching my nipples a bit. The sensation was overwhelming, my legs began to tremble, I gasped and crouched, cuddling my tits tightly. I rubbed them again and holding them in my hands I walked under the shower.

I need to cum... Please...

I streamed the warm, then hot water over my boobs, I gently stroked them using shower gel and for a moment I reached to my pussy, but I stopped as soon as I touched her with sudden realization - the message was clear: You are only allowed to play with your tits - pussy you must not touch". I gently washed her, trying not to disturb her too much. It was not an easy task, because the slightest touch resulted in heat wave rushing through my belly. I reluctantly stopped and stepped out, wiping my tits with thick, soft towel, then I took night balm and applied it with long, soft strokes, trying to ease the tension in my breasts.

I've heard it is possible to orgasm by caressing the tits only, but I never actually pulled it off. Even now, no matter how much I teased them by squeezing, pulling, even biting the nipples - no avail. It resulted only with warmer and wetter mess between my legs. After a half of an hour or so I gave up. I felt even worse than before, trembling, curling my fists and with fire in my belly. I felt tears rolling down my cheeks just as I let go and laid flat on the bed. It was stupid idea to play without release, but it was too late now - and I will pay for that by raising the bar over my next assignment. I sobbed a little, curling up and hiding my face in the pillow. At least the tension in my breasts eased a little. I hoped it would be enough to let me focus tomorrow morning at school.

I also hope my Mistress will be satisified with my suffering.