Punishment or how much pleasure can be derived from cunnilingus

Continuation of the story "The Card Debt or the Story with the Lemon"

Overslept. I generally like to sleep in longer in the mornings, sometimes until noon, lounge in bed, then have coffee. Especially when at a resort and seemingly not in a hurry. Through my sleep, it dawned on me that Irina was waiting for me.

Jumping out of bed, I quickly got dressed and ran to the dining hall, hoping to find Irina there. By the empty hall, I realized I was terribly late and walked dejectedly to Irina's room.

Irina opened the door and stared at me. I immediately began to stammer an apology for being late. She turned around

and walked into the room, her long colorful skirt rustling. I took this as an invitation and followed her in, closing the door behind me. She stood in the middle of the room, her chest heaving rapidly, and as I knew her, she was furious.

 — You made me wait and generally put me in a stupid position! — Ira said displeased.

 — And what if I hadn't come at all, didn't want to win back? — I protested.

 — Play!? Did you come to play, no! You came to obey and fulfill my whims, and I don't feel like playing at all right now, — she said confidently, making me think, why did I actually come.

She was probably right; I wanted adrenaline, new sensations, because I liked yesterday's show, then those photos that could compromise me. I was on the hook, and I liked it.

 — So, you will obey me and without unnecessary questions? — she clarified, and I confirmed it by nodding my head.

 — We'll check now — with these words she lifted the hem of her skirt and stuck out her little foot — On your knees and kiss! — she ordered. I knelt down

on my knees, as Irina ordered, and kissed her foot, but immediately heard from above.

 — And that's all?! More active with your tongue! — I obeyed and began to lick her leg with my tongue, running it from bottom to top to her knee. Then I looked up. She was standing and smiling.

 — That's not all. I'm not convinced yet and you must be seriously punished, — she walked to the closet, took out black lace panties, a matching bra, a pair of black stockings with a garter belt, a short black transparent silk nightgown, and, handing it all to me.

 — Go to the bathroom, take a shower and change.

I had no choice but to obey her demands. I was already rinsing off when the bathroom door opened, and I saw Irina, who

stood in the doorway, holding her makeup bag. She slipped into the bathroom and approached the sink, opened the makeup bag and took out a comb,

hairspray, lipstick, eyeshadow, and a pack of condoms, laying everything out neatly. I was already prepared for the worst. Irina asked me to hurry up

finishing the shower because: "she has little time." She helped me dry off with a towel, sometimes all too obviously touching my cock, which from such attention began to increase in size. Then she watched with interest as I dressed in women's rags. I hesitated a little, fastening the stockings to the garter belt straps, but Irina promptly fussed and helped me. Then she inspected the result and led me to the mirror.

 — Well, since you're dressed as a girl, it's time you learned to use makeup.

First, she started doing my hair, fixing it with hairspray, let's color your lips. Lipstick was followed by eyeshadow, blush, long false nails. After camouflaging me in all this, Irina opened the pack of condoms. She turned on the warm water tap and poured about half a liter of water into each condom. Then she turned to me and asked me to put on her bra. After that, she stuffed a water-filled condom into each cup of the bra, stepped back a little, and nodded with satisfaction.

 — That's not all, — Irina said, leaving, and returned with a pair of black shoes, — put them on.

Since Irina was a girl of not fragile build, her shoes easily slid onto my feet.

 — Well, now let's go.

We left the bathroom and went into the room, with each step my "breasts" swayed side to side and up and down in the captivity of the bra.

Coming closer, I saw ropes lying on the bed. I sighed in resignation. Not letting me come to my senses, Irina brought my hands behind my back and

began tying them, tightly wrapping my wrists. And while I was pondering whether maybe I shouldn't give in, it was already too late — she tightened the knot, and my hands were tightly tied behind me. But that wasn't the end. With another rope, she began tying my elbows, and here I started

to squirm.

 — Stand still! Did I really tie it that tight? — I answered confusedly that no, and she continued her work. Then she began wrapping

rope around my body. Over my shoulders and torso, until I was tightly bound, and my hands were fastened to my body. She stood in front of me and critically

inspected her creation. She came over and hugged me, whispering — well, tell me for my sake that you like it, — and I said yes and didn't lie. I started

for some reason to like being tied up by Irina.

 — I'm not finished yet, — and she laughed, ordered me to kneel and turned her back to me.

She ran her hands over her ass and bent over. The skirt stretched, hugging her soft spot, — well, now kiss here, dear, you look so much like an innocent girl — I heard her voice. I leaned over and, losing my balance, simply pressed my face into her ass. She turned around and burst out laughing — well, you don't even want to kiss — Irina said with feigned offense. She helped me up and ordered me to sit on the bed. She sat down next to my feet and began wrapping rope around my ankles.

 — Why are you tying my legs — I became worried.

 — And what will you do? I do what I want — she answered, continuing to tie. — Every time you poorly fulfill my desires, I will entangle you more and more, and you won't be able to interfere! — After tying

my ankles, she proceeded to my knees. And no matter how much I begged her, she only chuckled in response. Finishing tying my legs, Irina threw them onto the bed.

 — Rest for now — she cooed with a smirk. So she deprived me of the ability to move. She slowly took off her long skirt, and I

involuntarily admired her slender figure. Turning around, she said — No peeking! — and, approaching, wrapped my head with her own skirt.

In panic, I screamed through the material.

 — Take it off! I'll suffocate, it's hard for me to breathe, — but she had no intention

of doing so.

 — You won't suffocate. Be patient, I'll be quick, — and indeed my head was wrapped for not long. I only felt the bed next to me

sag, and the skirt was removed from my head. She was kneeling over me and looking down at me. All her clothes except black silk

panties she had managed to take off. She leaned down so that her breasts touched my face — want to get acquainted closer? — I, of course, had nothing against and buried my lips in her breast. But she didn't let me enjoy it for long.

 — And now get acquainted with your queen! — and sat down so that my head was between her legs, and my lips touched her panties.

 — Stop! — I mumbled.

Now ready to do what I say? — gasping for air, I nodded in agreement — But a lesson still wouldn't hurt — she smirked and sat on my face again. She did this several times and finally sat down as before — And now

get acquainted with the queen and more active with your tongue! — I had to obey and my tongue began to lick her silk panties.

She clearly enjoyed my helplessness and used it as much as she could. Having fully enjoyed herself, Irina got off me and stood by the bed. She ran her fingers along the edge of her panties and, thinking, took them off. Holding them in her hand, she sat down next to me and thoughtfully said — You still squirm and deserve another little punishment. Open your mouth! — and extended her hand with the panties. I hesitated to execute her order.

 — Want to talk to my ass again? Liked it? — I immediately opened my mouth, and she tightly stuffed this gag into my mouth. I felt

the delicate silk filling my mouth until it completely occupied all the space. My tongue was pressed down, so I couldn't push the gag out.

All I had left was to lie quietly so as not to give her a reason to think up more punishments. To check her creation, she pinched me painfully. I wanted to scream, but only made a barely audible sound. Irina laughed and went to the closet to change. That was also torture. Try watching a woman changing and remain indifferent, and tied up on top of that.

Now she was in a light summer sundress. Admiring herself in the mirror, she came over to me.

 — Oh, silly! — she said through laughter — allowed yourself to be changed into women's clothes and I, a weak woman, tied you hand and foot. And

now you're helpless. She bent down and continued.

 — I would torment you properly, but alas. I'm in a hurry to the beach, — she

sat on my lap and purred in my ear — What do you think, why did I try so hard? — there was a pause and she continued — you look so stupid right now, and you have to wait a long time for me, when I return, I'll free you.

I understood where she was going and shook my head, as I couldn't make a sound.

 — Don't worry. You'll even like it — and she laughed again. She stroked my cheek. And with the words: "Don't misbehave without me" she left

the room. Time stopped for me. From trying to free myself, I only rolled onto the floor, ending up in an even more stupid position. My thoughts raced in two directions: what to do and how I ended up in such a situation. I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly there was the sound of the door lock, and the door opened, my gaze was directed there, hoping to see Irina, who had come to free me. In the doorway stood Katya, a student on internship after her 1st year at the institute, working at the base and had come to clean the room. With brown eyes and long chestnut hair, Katya liked herself. Her naturally dark skin tanned easily, her wasp-like girlish waist harmonized nicely with her 3rd bust. Men of all ages looked at her. Her gaze stopped on me lying on the floor in women's clothes, entangled in ropes and with a gag in my mouth. Katya stood in front of me, watched, and burst out laughing.

 — I've heard a lot of things, but I'm seeing this for the first time. And what should I do now, call the administration or play with such a pretty

girl? — I energetically shook my head, showing that I didn't want anyone called. She walked over and closed the door, locked it, returned, took off her sandals, and ran her foot from my chest to my face. She pulled out my gag, tossing it

aside.

 — Just kiss! — she suddenly said, bringing her little foot to my face.

I hesitated slightly, not expecting such requests from Katya, not suspecting that this could interest her. But apparently the situation, my

helplessness and inner excitement did their job.

 — You think I'm going to persuade you here? If you don't want to, don't! I'll call the management, and let them deal with a stranger in the room. I can imagine the scandal. Well?! — she bared her teeth angrily, but then softened. — Well! Do you think I'll tell anyone? Don't be afraid. Everything will remain between us! Believe me, — she moved her foot so that her tiny toes were looking at my face. I took a deep breath and, opening my mouth, reached for her foot. I looked up at her, laughing over me, noticed her slightly scratched knee, then returned my gaze to her foot, which dangled a centimeter from my mouth, emitting a faint smell of sweat, and asked:

 — Just don't tell anyone, — and, closing my eyes, pressed my lips to her heel. A second later I already pulled away from the soft skin, but she suddenly

caught my head with her foot and, placing her sole on my head, pressed it forcefully into the floor. I don't know what happened to this usually calm

girl, she clearly began to enjoy tormenting and humiliating, she was aroused.

 — Not enough, — I heard an angry exclamation. Before I could open my mouth again, five of her toes forcibly parted my lips and drove her foot all the way to my throat, where it stayed for about five seconds, after which I began to squirm as I started to lack oxygen, coughed, and caught my breath.

 — Suck! — Katya demanded again.

 — I think that's enough… — I began to plead.

 — Well, I think not! Enough will be when I say so! And if you stop again without my word, I'll go and call security. Understood?! — how

harshly Katya barked.

I nodded pitifully, then reached for her foot, which hurried to help me and plunged into my mouth, forcing my lips to expand significantly, making the corners of my mouth hurt. Despite the humiliation, I suddenly realized that I liked this too. Only one heel stuck out of my mouth, while the rest of the foot and lively toes, fidgeting near my throat, eagerly strove to go further. Soon I couldn't stand it, began to choke, coughing, desperately began to spit. Katya stood over me, besides the ceiling I suddenly saw her, all laughing, looking at me with sinister interest.

 — How? — she asked. — Tasty? — before I could answer, the inner part of her sole tightly closed my lips and forcefully pressed on my mouth, so that soon I couldn't breathe again, only trying to break free, which