further adjustment

Jerry had warped Sylvia's perception several times by now and was laughing up his sleeve. With the dress in her hand, she bent down and picked up the heels. Then she went to the bed, sat on the edge of the bed and put her shoes on.

"That better?" she asked him, and Jerry nodded with satisfaction.

"So you have two days when I have to do what you want?" she asked, and Jerry nodded again. His grin only widened.

"You're having fun with it, be honest!" He heard her say contritely.

"As if I had nothing better to do. I have to make sure you follow the rules now. For two whole days. And now over the weekend too. I think it's only fair that I get a little compensation," he lied to her. He even managed to take the lecherous smile off his face. Somehow he managed to keep a serious face as he looked at her. She was still sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at him with a questioning expression.

"Oh, so yes, that makes sense," she mumbled as her thoughts sorted themselves out again. And what she had just heard became her reality.

"All right, to get you used to it, you're going to stay as you are for the rest of the day. Now get up," Jerry told her. Jerry looked at her as she stood completely naked next to the bed. It was difficult for him to think straight as he looked at her.

But he had to be careful to get the best out of the illness, for which he would have to read a summary.

"Can I put the dress in the laundry then?" she wanted to know.

"No, if we still have to leave, you can put it back on. But now I'm hungry, let's go back downstairs and you can cook me something tasty," he replied with a grin. She hated cooking and wasn't particularly good at it, but he was prepared to take the risk.

As soon as they were on the first floor, he could hear the clacking of her shoes, with a few whimpering noises from Sylvia as an added bonus.

"So the fridge has been pretty empty since you left. I almost only order food now." she admitted as soon as they were in the kitchen. Jerry sighed and started shaking his head.

"Right, you were never a good cook, I'll order what I hope you have cash in the house," he stated, looking at her urgently. He was itching again to finish her off. After all, she was completely defenceless.

"Yes, I have cash in my handbag," she replied. Jerry grabbed his smartphone and ran through the options. He knew that Sylvia had partially particular tastes. She didn't eat numerous things. So he ordered a pizza the way he liked it and one with olives, mushrooms and onions for her. All things he didn't like at all.

"Get the money, and I'll meet you in the living room," he instructed her, and got up to go into the living room. Thanks to the clacking, he always knew exactly where she was. She held some bills out to him, which he immediately put in his pocket.

"All right, stay there, and I have to do something. Unlike you, I have to earn my money," he lied to her again, trying to keep a stern expression on his face.

"Can I please sit down?" she asked him almost immediately.

"No, you should stand still," he replied.

"But the shoes are really uncomfortable, and I don't know how long I can stand," she whined. Jerry pretended to think about it.

"Yeah, standing all day isn't so nice either. All right, you can squat," he replied.

"That's still..." she began, but Jerry immediately interrupted her.

"SQUAT!"

Sylvia lowered her body as soon as her legs were positioned a little further apart and looked at him again with a snivelling expression.

"When you're bored, you want to do it to yourself, very slowly. This urge gets stronger the longer you don't do it. But you know that you always stop before you come. Because you can't bring yourself to orgasm. And you're very bored already," he told her. She looked at him again, and he could see her struggling with herself.