I’m slowly pulling out of sleep, shaking off whatever I was dreaming about ... but something feels ... different. Not wrong, but not usual. As I shift into consciousness a bit more, I realise there’s a hand over my mouth. I open my eyes and see you watching me. ‘Do you know whose you are?’ you ask, low in my ear. I nod my head slightly. ‘I wanted you to wake up knowing that.’ I can feel your skin against mine, warm. I can smell you, the vestiges of us fucking until late into the night. Slowly you move your hand away from my mouth, sliding down. Stopping at my breast, you squeeze my nipple between your fingers, gently at first, and then harder, until you can hear me drawing in my breath, and feel me squirming a little. Then you slide down further until you reach my groin. ‘Open.’ You know you can give me orders like that right now. You know I’ll open my legs when you tell me to. You look up. ‘You remember our word, don’t you?’, and I nod slightly again. That’s why I do what you say – because I know you’ll always stop the second I ask you to. We’ve tested that more than once.

‘Now don’t move.’ I know you don’t just mean ‘don’t get up’ – you literally mean don’t move a muscle.

You gently cup your hand over my mound, just holding there for a moment, feeling the warmth. I can feel the blood pulsing into my genitals, reacting to your touch, heightening the sensation. Then slowly you slide your middle finger up, in between my lips, until you reach my clit, and just gently glide over it. You can hear my breath draw in. You’re testing me, making sure I stay still. I so want to push my hips up to meet your hand, but I don’t ... I know that you’ll stop if I do, and I don’t want you to stop. I’m not really sure where this is going to go, but I know I want to find out.

You reach over to open a drawer in the bedside cabinet. I can’t quite see what you’re doing from where I am, but I know which drawer you’re opening, and I’m waiting to find out what you’re choosing. As you move back into my field of vision, I see it – the wheel. ‘Damn’, I think, ‘this isn’t going to be easy’. You smile, reaching down and running the spikes just lightly up the soles of my feet. Bastard. My toes curl involuntarily – you let that slide because you know I can’t help it. Other that that, I stay still, although my muscles have tensed. You shift, running the spikes down my neck, still lightly, then over my breasts, first one and then the other, skirting around the nipples. The sensation is ... ticklish, but I can feel the sharpness a little too. My nipples harden more than they already were – you reach down to put your mouth over one, and then the other. You feel warm, and your teeth dig in a little – not hard, but enough. I can’t stop a small moan escape. I can feel your cock against me, hard and warm – I know you’re loving this, and that makes me happy.

You lift your head again, running the wheel down my belly, and then my thighs, one and then the other. There’s more force now – I can feel the pin pricks in my skin, moreso when you move to the inside of my thighs. You move up slightly, moving the wheel to the top of the pubic area and then slowly down, varying the pressure as you go. Then around the labia, more pressure here – all I can feel is the tiny needle pricks. My skin is quivering now, but I still haven’t moved. You lean your head in and kiss my cunt – again, I can feel your warm mouth, and I melt, my muscles softening ... still not moving, but not tense as you’ve stopped torturing me. For now. You look up and smile. ‘Good girl.’ You kiss up my body, long slow kisses, paying attention to random spots, and I can feel your skin on mine as you move up to kiss my mouth. It’s so hard to not kiss you back. But I don’t – I just lie still and relish the feeling of your lips on mine, your tongue sliding in my mouth and back out.

You pulll up and look at me for a moment, and then say ‘I’m going to move you a bit now – don’t you do anything.’ You can see the assent in my eyes, and then move down to slowly slide first one leg and then other apart, so you can kneel between them. Leaning forward a little, you slide your cock between my lips, first just slightly into the opening where you know I’m wet, collecting up a little of that, and then further up, sliding the head over and around my clit. I can feel the blood pulsing into my genitals and I know my clit has gotten hard against your cock. I know you can feel that. Another moan escapes ... I knew this was coming, and I don’t know if I can keep still while you play with me like this ... you know how easily I cum from this, and I can feel it rising through my body ...

So what happens – does she move or stay still?