He was smiling. She was pouting.
“Okay, let’s see what the wheel says today,” he said, preparing to spin.
She hated this. Every day. She knew it was her fault, knew it was too late. But that didn’t help. She had to squeeze her thighs together before she squeaked:
“Please please I need to do things today! Please!”
And he stopped, hand on the wheel. He gave her a disappointed look.
“You remember what you agreed, and you remember what’ll happen if you break the rule. This was your idea. Let’s see what the wheel says.”
The wheel had started out as a joke. Maybe it still was a joke, she didn’t know. She couldn’t remember. He’d got it, she thought, but she’d been the one to suggest the rule. She thinks? She can’t remember. She just remembers it’d be bad if she broke it. She can’t break it.
Whatever the wheel says goes. That’s the rule. Easy.
Most of the wheel said ‘Spend all day mindlessly rubbing your cunt until your brain leaks out’ but there was a small, small segment that simply read ‘Boring stuff’ - that bit meant she didn’t have to play with herself. Sometimes she still did, because she was so needy now, but she didn’t have to. She could do other things.
And that was important today. She thought. She had a vague memory of needing to do something. It was hard to concentrate with the way her cunt throbbed so much, but she was sure there was something she needed to do.
There had to be something. She used to do other things. Right?
Around and around the wheel went, clicking, clicking…
Relief flooded her. It had landed on boring stuff. It never landed on boring stuff! She’d finally-
He moved the wheel. Just enough. One click further.
Her jaw dropped, her pussy clenched. A part of her was so happy he’d done that.
“N-no! You - you can’t! That’s not fair!” She whimpered.
“What does the rule say?” He asked.
“I-it says whatever the wheel lands on I have to do!”
“No, the rule is whatever the wheel says goes. What does the wheel say?”
She could see what the wheel said. It said it was going to be another day of rubbing and moaning and leaking and hips jerking and rolling over and putting her ass up and
“But it - it - you - I can’t!” She whined.
“You’re the one who made the rule, you’re the one who decided to stick to it. This is on you. What does the wheel say?”
Her legs had already spread. She was already rubbing. She could feel her brain starting to fray. She bite her lip and clung onto the last bits of the last straight thoughts in her head.
“Please, I n-need to… to do…”
Her put a finger to her lips. Her eyes were so wide, so pleading, but her hand wouldn't stop.
“There’s only one thing you need to do, and you’re already doing it, silly.”
