He Sipped part 2

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"It's such a beautiful evening, the movie theater is only a few blocks

away, Why don't we walk?"

He instantly took his place beside her, hoping that his display of

obedience would win him some reprieve once they had arrived at their

final destination. Every single step seemed to jar his bladder. He

tried thinking dry thoughts, tried counting backwards, tried to recall

every strike of her hand across his ass when he pleased her. In the

distance he could see the Marquee, he could just barely make out the

movies. He sighed with relief as he saw no lines at the cashier.

Perhaps once they got inside, she would give him some reprieve.

Ever so sweetly she smiled at the male clerk, asking him if it was true

that this theater was showing Gone With the Wind, for a limited time.

The young teenager nearly fell over himself trying to answer her with a

resounding yes. She bought two tickets and walked determinedly over to

the concession stand. He almost wept when he heard her order two large

Ice Teas. He knew he couldn't do it, there was just no way he could take

another ounce of liquid. Yet he also knew if she commanded it he would.

That was the joy of their relationship.

The moved into the dark theater and found seats away from the steadily

growing crowd. He helped her remove her jacket, just as she had trained

him. He could make out the outline of her nipples in the dim light the

projection booth was giving out. He didn't think anything had ever

looked more seductive in his life. As they sat down she positioned her

jacket in his lap and handed him his drink. Without a word he obeyed

and began to slowly sip the sweet torture down.

The next three hours were spent in an endless agony of clenching every

muscle in his body in an almost futile attempt to control his bladder.

Joy filled him as her realized that what seemed like the worlds longest

movie was almost over. As Scarlet and Rhett went through a series of

misadventures, he felt the slender fingers of her hand slide under her

jacket. Ever so lightly she began to stroke his cock, applying exactly

the right amount of pressure. As she worked his zipper down he stopped

breathing. The combination of the emergent need to urinate and the

beautiful sensations she was creating with her hand were indescribable.

She never rushed, never missed a stroke as she worked him up into a cold

sweat. His cock pushed up into her jacket. Horror filled him as he

realized that the movie was ending and people were getting out of their

seats. She removed her hand and with the same sweet smile told him that

if he needed to use the bathroom she would wait for him in the lobby.