Sin and Punishment

There really is no escaping Titty Tuesday these days... Even when Jess is not around to enforce it!

You see, my masterplan to make Jess's task of exposing my boobies as hard as possible this week was to wear a bikini top that would require some serious effort to remove, which made my choice pretty easy actually. Because nothing is more inconvenient when you quickly want to get clothes off than something with a bunch of knots that can get in a tangle.

I mean, in theory, it should be very simple. Pull the string and the knot comes undone. But there is always something about sod's law that makes it a far more complicated and involved process than that. Especially, if like me today, you tie deliberately bad knots that will just get in a mess!

My plan, however, was immediately disrupted when Jess wasn't even around to torment me this week. Not to worry though. That just meant that the sanctity of my boobs would be preserved and my scheme could be recycled another time when that lewd minx is around.

Even her cohort in stealing my clothes, Emmy, was occupied, laying on her back to fulfil her hosting duties by allowing a couple of 'early risers' (wink wink) to unload inside. That and, well, other things that we don't need to mention here. She's fucking filthy and let's just leave it at that!

Of course, when she was done being a horny cock sleeve, I ambled over to say hello. First thing she did? That's right! Start tugging on the strings of my bikini top to extract my boobs from their snug little homes.

After some grumbling, I resigned myself to my fate for yet another week and helped her with the knots... Back to the drawing board for next week, I suppose....

And, since she is a self confessed dirty girl (her words not mine), she was not content with my bikini top. I swear, with some people, you give them an inch and they'll take a mile. So yeah, it didn't take long for her to start trying to tug down my bikini bottoms as well.

For that, I offered more resistance, querying whether it is acceptable for her to claim both Titty Tuesday and Tushy Tuesday privileges at the same time. In my mind, it should really just be one or the other. Or, at least, it should be one per person so that a single individual cannot claim both for themselves.

But, after some arm twisting, I allowed it. Mostly because, as I mentioned last week, Emmy has given me too much insight into what turns her on and she is also far to liberal for her own good when it comes to telling me about how turned on I make her. And how I leave her with no choice but to rub one out to the thought of me. 

So, from now on, this will be her punishment for every time she steals my clothes. I will make it my sole mission to get her as turned on and wet as possible without giving anything but teasing in return. I will torture her as my teasing makes her clit ache to be rubbed and her slit drips in anticipation of stimulation that she will never get from me. Think of it as the ultimate blue-balling, if you will. And I will take so much delight in it and the knowledge that she will not be able to help herself but keep coming back for more.

Starting with today's punishment, I rubbed my bare ass up and down her thigh while she tried to catch a cheeky fondle of my tits from behind. Instead of denying her the treat of a handful of boobage, as she feared I would do as part of her punishment, I did quite the opposite. Remember, my task was to make her as turned on as possible. So, putting my hands on top of hers, I forced them to grab and squeeze my chest. Giving her exactly what she thought she wanted. ll while I made sure she knew how great her touch felt by softly moaning and groaning directly into her ear.

It should go without saying, that I was in complete control of her, getting exactly what I wanted; a dripping wet Emmy who was desperate to rub one out to relieve herself of all the sexual tension I was building inside her.

The only question was whether I would be able to get her so turned on that, once we separated for some lunch, would she be able to hold out until after she had eaten to rub her bean senseless? Or could I get her so worked up that she would have no choice but to give in and get herself off first?

Only Emmy can answer that. But I did play one final trump card to try and hit that goal before we went our separate ways. Turning to face her so that my stiffened nipples rubbed against hers, I gave her shoulder a light nibble while giving her tummy a quick tickle. As anticipated, that combination had her begging for mercy. I would say that was a job well done!.

I wonder though... Will she have the bravery to force my compliance with future Titty and Tushy Tuesdays and face another round of torment from my teasing? Or will she be a good girl who lets me maintain my modesty? I think, deep down, we all know the answer to that one!