Only a thought.

Why should I have to immediately get back to being the sex **** he wants me to be? Why? Because it would be bad if Jullia or Anne came in and saw I didn't need to but did participate in all the other fun stuff. I don't need to be so greedy. Master has left me with the choice: feel safe and no sex or take a risk and have sex. I noticed all the things I hadn't done yet due to our conversation. I hadn't gotten naked. I hadn't gone to the bathroom to be his toilet. I hadn't edged yet. I had done none of our little rituals when we got home. I hadn't even said Master yet since we left the hospital. He is correct to call me out on this. I have not done any of those. If I can't edge, how would I be able to have sex? How does the narcolepsy prevent me from saying, " Master "? How does it prevent me from being naked? How do I feel about the drinking of pee? I should also be able to do this. I have got this.

I start doing a striptease, starting by taking off the cardigan I had on, swishing it behind me as I turn to drop it to the floor. I bend over to emphasise my ass and grab the hem of my shirt, spin on one foot as I lift it to show my entire figure. I open my fly, turn around and shimmy my pants to the floor. Leaving me in just my bra, panties and socks. I try to remove my socks as teasingly as I can. Which is hard, but I throw them at master and see where he is looking. He seems more focused on my panties than my bra. So let's leave that for last. I lean in and place my chest right in front of him as I unbuckle and drop my bra. I see his jaw drop and him struggle against his pants, exactly like I wanted. I turn around, slowly remove my panties and kick them over my head. Turning around coyly over my shoulders to see it landed on master's face, and him blushing. I sit down on my knees in front of him and declare: "Sorry, master, during my stay in the hospital, I have forgotten my place. Please do with me whatever you want. Punish me as you see fit." Ending it by bowing down and placing my hands flat on the floor.

He chuckles as he approaches, picks me up and brings me to the bedroom. "One slut, I had permitted you to ignore it in the hospital. I had not given you the time to act or think about it when we got home. I ALLOWED you to choose to ignore it until you recovered." I nodded to confirm. "Are you saying you say you have recovered enough to participate in our usual activities?" I nodded again, and he took my hair in his hands and pulled my face close to his. "Roos, I asked you a question about consent and capacity.... You know damm well I want an honest verbal answer, not a nod."

"Master, I am ready; otherwise, I would not have undressed before. I would not have apologised for not participating in our plays immediately. I would not be lying here on the bed, wet and ready for you to use as you see fit."

"Let's see about that." He said, shoving a finger in my pussy, finding little if any resistance. The sound was wet even from my position. "You were correct. Did you secretly edge?"

"No master. I have not, but I have been dreaming about being with you and the rest again. About how you had railed both Anne and Jullia, how you would take me when I returned. By throwing me on the bed, tying me to it, playing with my sensitive spots, edging me numerous times before inserting yourself into me and then getting me pregnant..." He looked at me with a satisfied smile as he continued to finger me, bringing me to the edge just as I mentioned pregnancy. He continued by playing with my nipples, my clit and repeated each cycle, the edge got bigger and bigger, the pressure building and building. He kissed random bits of me as he used me as a plaything. Using me as his mouth organ, playing a song of his own composition, comprised of small subdued moans, to louder ones, high-pitched ones to lower ones, as if he knew how to get each moan out of me. He stopped... he stopped? Looking back down, I see him ready himself to enter me. He pushes in, opening me more than his single or double fingers had done during the teasing and edging. I had to keep myself from cumming as he thrust into me against my G-spot and womb. I bit my lip and held back. "Master, please may I cum?"

"Not yet. But I will be kind. The moment I cum inside of you and get you pregnant. You can cum. Do you understand?" He said with a moan, a thrust and a smile between each sentence. He continued to hammer, to tease and edge me more and more. I should listen, I will listen. My pussy is pulsing as if ready to cum, ready to receive his seed. He is holding me in place, my hips angled, and all I can do is provide him with slight fine-tuning of my hips and pressure. He is speeding up, almost folding me double as he reaches climax, and I let go of what was held up, not just the time he had teased me, but since the last time I came last Sunday. I sprayed my cum over him as he sprayed his inside. Him sopping wet me mentally exhausted, and falling ****.