"Pick a number" she said. Kneeling at her feet, he looked up in confusion, and she pushed his head back down impatiently so he once more stared at her bright red toe nails. "Pick a number" she barked.

"umm; twenty five?..." he mumbled. He had no idea why he would have to pick a number; what was the right or wrong answer. Infact, knowing his Mistress, there wasn't a right answer!

She laughed at him. "Oh dear; you do know how to make things hard for yourself, don't you?!?" she sighed. Reaching down, she tilted his chin in her hands so he looked her in the face. "We are going to play a game" She said, "and the game goes like this..."

She sat down on the edge of the bed, leaned back, and spread her legs apart. He licked his lips in anticipation, hoping that the "game" would involve him removing her underwear and spending some quality time worshipping her. He was obviously very suprised when she then said she wanted him to maturbate himself, and looked at her silently begging for confirmation.

"You heard me right, little one.. I want you to maturbate. But here is the trick... I am going to count starting at the number one, and you can stroke yourself once. Then I will start again, and you can stroke yourself once when I get to the number two only. Then I will start again and you can stroke yourself once when I reach the number three only. Do you understand?"

He nodded his understanding - that she would do a countdown. Looking at her sat before him he doubted he would get beyond her reaching the number five, and wondered what the relevant was of choosing a number himself.

"Now here is the trick" she laughed, anticipating his confusion. "You are NOT permitted to come until we reach 25. Silly you picked a big number, and there is no telling when we will reach it! I am certainly in no hurry to do my countdown..."

There was a pause, and then suddely she sat forward and whispered in his ear.. "one!". Obediently he took his cock in his hand and gave it one firm stroke. Already he could feel the tingling of desire.

"Now remember, on my next count, I will start again from one, but you can't stroke until I reach two. This is the last time I will explain this to you" she said. He nodded, and waited. And waited. And waited. Then she said "one"; he ached to react, and moments later she said "two" and he took his second stroke.

She stood up, leaving him kneeling there already feeling in anguish. Picking up a coffee cup, she absent mindedly said "one", then went to the bathroom to refill the kettle. He heard her call "two" from the bathroom, and then there was silence whilst she put the kettle on, made herself a drink, and settled back down on the bed. Seated before him, it seemed almost five minutes before she finally uttered the long awaited "three".

By the time they reached eight, he really couldn't contain himself any longer and the heat spread throughout his body as his semen leaked from his cock and splattered across the bedspread. His Mistress eyed him in silence.

"you have disapointed me, my little one" she said. "You chose 25 and that was very ambitious, but you have failed me and now I will have to punish you." He bowed his head in remorse, and she pushed his head to the floor with her foot. His face was pressed sideways upon the floor, with her bare foot firmly pressing across his ear and his backside up in the air. And as she spanked him, she made him repeatedly say that "next time I will try harder".

And he swore to himself that he would!