Face

Jerry decided to cum on her face. He knew she wouldn't like it, but what could she do?

He pulled her head back and his free hand went to his cock. Furthermore, he grabbed it and aimed the tip at her face. He could see the surprise on her face. His hand moved up and down as he held her head, and then he exploded. Jerry started to moan and the first strand of his cum hit her hair. The second strand landed on her face. The third and final strand landed on her pretty breasts. Jerry couldn't see any of this, he had his head tilted back and was enjoying the feeling of his orgasm and the relief that came with it. He breathed heavily and let go of her. When he looked down again, he got a mischievous grin. She deserved that, in his eyes. More, actually, and he still had plenty of time. He let go of her head and took a step back. Sylvia put both hands on the floor and leaned forward a little. She was visibly disgusted.

"Why the fuck did you do that? You know ..." she hissed at him.

"You wanted me to fuck your mouth! I was just doing you a favor! That's why I chose where I cum!" Jerry interrupted her. Sylvia looked at him with her mouth half open. He could literally see it starting to make sense to her. She finally nodded.

"I think it's better if you leave now! I think we both got what we wanted," she stammered and stood up slowly.

"I think you've forgotten something, Darling," he replied, emphasizing the "darling" almost ironically. Sylvia looked at him in irritation. She had reached for her dress and used it to wipe the cum off her face.

"What am I supposed to have forgotten?" she asked him irritably.

"Well, for one thing, you're only allowed to wear this dress," he replied as he pointed to the dress she was holding in her hands. He paused for a moment and went to her shoe cupboard. She had bought a pair of high heels with a very high heel, a long time ago. They were also damn expensive. As far as he could remember, she had only worn them a few times. She had told him that they were too uncomfortable. He opened the wardrobe and looked for them.

"What are you doing? Why are you rummaging through my clothes!" she asked him, coming towards him with the smudged dress to stop him.

"Because I'm allowed to!" Jerry replied quickly without looking at her because he couldn't think of anything else to say. But she stopped immediately and nodded. Jerry had found what he was looking for and tossed it to her.

"On the other hand, you must always wear these," he gave her another instruction and looked at her.

Her gaze switched back and forth between Jerry and the shoes.

"These? These are the most uncomfortable shoes I have! And what do you mean, always?" she stammered.

"That may be, but you have to wear them all the time now. Unless you go to bed and sleep or in the bathroom. But otherwise at all times. You know that, it's part of our agreement. And if I catch you without it, I can do whatever I want with you for two days. You'll be fair game, so to speak." Jerry answered her question and could hardly contain his laughter.

"And it looks like you weren't wearing it! Do you know what that means?" he said, grinning broadly as he fought the urge to laugh.

"Um... so... so you can do what you want for two days?" she answered more questioningly. Jerry nodded.

"Exactly, or in other words, you do what I tell you. And you know how sorry I feel for you. I have to be really strict, and otherwise I could get into trouble!"

Silvia looked at him for a long time, thinking that it felt like an eternity to Jerry, even though it was only a few seconds, before she finally nodded.

"Then let's get this over with," she sighed.