You sat next to her on the couch watching TV, your legs in her lap. You'd been horny all day. Practically in heat. You spread your legs just slightly, hoping she would get the hint, and you were disappointed when it seemed like she hadn't. Hoping for a distraction, you turned your attention back to the show you were watching.
That's when it happened. You felt her fingertips brush lightly against your inner thighs. The tingling had you wet within seconds. She didn't even look at you, and you wondered if it had been an accident. Finally she did it again, this time dancing her fingers and palm around your inner thighs and the cleft between them. She traced the outline of your lips through your panties and gave a pinch on the already swollen flesh. You let out a whimper, and although she didn't look at you, you saw a smile flash across her face. Or was it a smirk?
As your breathing began to intensify she slowed down. You whimpered. "Aww baby," she said, "don't fuss. You'll get what you want. Eventually." You took a deep breath and faked a pout. She smiled wider. She knew you were loving this. "Do you want me to keep going, baby?" she asked, a hint of mockery in her voice. You nodded. "No baby," she said, "let me hear you ask for it. Let me hear you beg."
"Please," you whispered, "please keep going."
She smiled and returned her attention to the TV you were both pretending to watch. After a minute without her touch you wiggled your hips, slightly, to remind her what was waiting for her. "No," she said, placing a firm hand against your hip, "I'm in charge, baby, I decide what you get." You must have turned red at this, because she snickered, giving a gentle flick to your still-swollen pussy lips. She didn't touch you again until the end of the episode.
She clicked the TV off and turned to you. "What a good baby you've been," she said, "waiting so patiently." At this, you beamed. "Mmm, you like being my good little pet," she said. You sat up to kiss her and without missing a beat she pushed you back down. "What do you want baby?" she asked again.
"I want you," you whined. "Is this still feeling good for you?"
She smiled. "Yes, love, it's feeling very good." She got up from the couch and pulled you with her. You loved how she was taller than you. Leading you by your hand to the bedroom, she sat down on the bed and you waited for her instructions. "Get undressed," she told you. Once you were naked, and you clothes neatly put away, you returned to her. You stood obediently facing her, she gazed up and down your body from her spot on the bed. "Good baby," she said, "now, I want you to lay face down for me on the bed, okay? Can you do that for me?"
"Yes what?" she said, a slight edge in her tone.
"Yes... yes Mommy," you whispered, eyes firmly facing the ground. The two of you had talked at length about using this honorific, but this was your first time actually trying it out. You felt the urge to hide from her how much it aroused you.
"No baby," she said, her finger under your chin guiding your eyes back to hers "don't hide from me." You smiled. You could see from her blush that she had liked it too. Your courage renewed, you followed her instructions and got in position face down on the bed.
At first she used one hand to explore your back, your butt, your thighs. Without meaning to, you thrust into the mattress beneath you, your clit desperate for any sort of arousal. Before you remembered yourself, remembered that Mommy would not be pleased, you felt a hard swat come down on your upper thighs. "Turn over," she said. You complied. "You're so desperate for me to play with you, aren't you?" You nodded, beaming. "Wait here," she said.
You heard her rustling through the box under the bed. The special box. She came back with something white and folded up. For a moment you weren't sure what it was, and then you felt your face grow scarlet with realization. She unfolded the puppy pad without acknowledging your visible embarrassment. "Lift your hips," she said. You did as you were told. She climbed on top of you, positioning herself perfectly for missionary, and whispered in your ear. "When you humped the bed like a needy little pup, I realized that you need a reminder of who is in control. Is that what you wanted, pet? A reminder?"
"Y-yes," you said, goosebumps covering every inch of your skin. She raised her eyebrows, apparently unimpressed. You tried again. "Yes, Mommy, I want a reminder of who is in control."
"That's better," she said, climbing off of you. She positioned herself laying beside you and told you to close your eyes. You did, and for a moment felt nothing. The anticipation was too much and when you peeked, you saw that she had been waiting, watching to see if you would obey. "Brat," she said, unable to keep the smile out of her voice. She tied a blindfold around your eyes without a word, and you both waited in silence for her lesson to begin.
You felt her weight shift slightly, and abruptly she slid a finger between the lips of your puffy and dripping cunt. You moaned. You hoped beyond reason that she would fuck you, now. But deep inside you knew it wouldn't be this easy. Her fingers slick with your arousal she started, quickly and without warning, to rub the underside of your swollen clit, the very spot she knew you were most sensitive. Despise the immense temptation, you refrained from thrusting your hips into her hand. You would do anything to keep her from stopping. But it turned out you wouldn't need to. She rubbed your clit hard, using just that one finger, without slowing down or changing pace, as you rose closer and closer to orgasm. And at once you realized what the puppy pad had been for. Not just to humiliate you, to make you feel like an animal with no control, but to contain the mess she had been planning to bring out of you all along.
As you got close you whispered "Mommy, you know I'll squirt if I cum like this," and you heard her let out a chuckle.
"Needy little toys don't get to decide how they cum though, do they baby?" She asked. You nodded and hoped she was looking at you, too caught up in the waves of pleasure to say anything else. "There's only one rule I want you to worry about now baby, okay?" she instructed, "I want you to ask Mommy's permission before you cum, baby. Every time."
Every time? You knew that meant trouble. The two of you had been discussing overstimulation and forced orgasm for a while now, and you had known it was coming soon, but in the heat of the moment you'd forgotten all about it. She hadn't. Your mind racing, you almost didn't hear Mommy say "Do I make myself clear? Every time."
"Yes, Mommy" you whispered. The temporary distraction of your realization was wearing off, and your attention returned to the orgasm building between your legs. "Mommy, may I- may I cum please?" you asked cautiously.
"Yes, baby, you may," she said.
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