Wait For Her Command

You sit for hours on the couch, unsure of what to do to help your situation. You stroke yourself from time to time, hoping that you might feel something for at least a moment but it never comes.

Finally, you hear rumbling upstairs before seeing her descend is a flowing robe that barely fits her figure.

“Oh good, you didn’t get in to trouble. Now we can get our day started! I had some tests I wanted to try, but the ones I try will depend on you! So, I will ask you again, do I control you?”