I could tell how horny you were in my doorway. “Please sir, my I come in” was all that you could get out. I know what you wanted to ask, but you knew the price of asking to cum.
Saturday you had cum more times than you could could. Its a good thing I kept track for you. Sunday you begged for the same again knowing that it would come with a week of teasing and no cumming and you didn’t care. I gave you what you asked for.
You made it till Tuesday evening. Only two days before you came by. You knew I wouldn’t let you cum. You knew I would only tease you, but still you couldn’t resist. You confessed you had no idea why you came knowing I would just tease you without mercy making everything worse. All you could get out when I asked you that was, “I don’t know.”
I told you “Its because your changing. You don’t just want to cum any more, you want to be a slut for me. You want me to push you harder, and make this worse because what you really want is for me to change you. You want me to shape you into my slut.”
You stood there for a moment before the words sunk in and you started to give me a slow nod. I took off the tie I was wearing and handed it too you saying, “Put this on.”
“Today we are going to try some new things…some harder things.” “For that we’ll go into the bathroom.” “Its tile and you’ll be able to hear every single noise you make much more clearly.” “I want you to hear what a slut your becoming.”
Good god. Yes.