She blinked up at him, dazed. "I'm not doing that again," she mumbled with a loud voice.
"Oh, you will when I say so." He stood and walked toward the door.
"One lesson a night," he added over his shoulder. "Unless you misbehave." he then walked out.
The next morning, she thought maybe it was a dream. She woke up touching her pussy feeling it l, she could still feel the way it was different, she brought it up her nose perceiving herself and thirsting herself.
Her door was closed, the sunlight streamed in through her window.
She showered and headed downstairs tiptoeing.
Mike was at the table seated calmly and unbothered reading a paper with the same stoic face drinking coffee.
"Morning," she said, pretending to be normal.
He didn't look up at her. "Sit." he commanded and she obeyed taking a seat opposite him.
A plate was already set for her filled with toast, eggs and strawberry syrup.
She blinked looking up at him. He cooked?
Her heart fluttered thinking he was angry.
Until he said, without lifting his eyes. "You'll follow the rules from now on."
Her hand froze mid air as she was about biting the toast. "What rules?" she asked innocently.
He turned the page. "No touching yourself without my permission."
"What the.."
"No orgasms unless I say so and you'll have to ask before every session. You'll use what I give you using it how I say to use it. And you'll give me a report after."
Her mouth dropped open. "You—"
"You think I'm joking?" he asked completing her question with a question finally looking at her. His eyes were calm. "Last night wasn't a one off. It was lesson one."
"I didn't agree to—"
"You did." He sipped his coffee. "The second you crawled into bed with one of my toys and got yourself off with your door unlocked."
Her felt deeply ashamed.
"You don't have to like it," he said. "But you're going to obey or we'll go back to silence, boredom and do the good little niece routine without you touching yourself."
She gasped.
He slid a small box across the table. Inside it was a new toy. Slim and pink in colour with a cord attached to a remote.
"Start this evening, twenty minutes in your room and keep your door open. You don't finish until I say so."
She stared at it surprised. "I'm not a slut."
"You are not yet," he said, standing. "But you will be."
The night came quickly, she waited in her room playing with the toy in her hand with her door wildly opened.
Her skin buzzed as she turned it on. She pressed it against herself gently with soft little gasps escaping her lips.
It felt different this time as she went slower, more patient. She moaned quietly.
The remote buzzed as she felt it changed rhythm by itself, she gasped as it went wildly, Mike was already there with the remote in hand.
Her hips jerked as she was so close but it stopped. "No—please, please—" She whimpered.
"You think you deserve to cum after that whiny little show?"
She bit her lip with pleading eyes begging for release.
"Say what you are," he ordered, voice low.
She blinked. "W-what?"
He stepped closer, towering over her. "I meant SAY WHAT YOU ARE." he said loudly
Her breath trembled. Her thighs trembled harder.
"I'm your toy," she whispered. "Your.....your toy."
"Louder."
"I'm your toy," she cried out. "Please let me cum please—"
The remote again, and then she screamed her eyes going wide as she cummed.