Reminiscence

“Please pat your head Gina.”

Apparently Marcie thought two days of rest was all I ever needed, because these where the first words that vomited out of her mouth on Monday morning.

“I think you could use some additional stimulation, so whenever your head goes unpatted for 10 Minutes you are to pat yourself for one minute. Oh, of course you won't have to do this while asleep.”

I was just speechless at this point. I looked at Marel who only gave me an apologetic shrug. “Aww, my little Ocelot. I would love to help you, but seeing you so **** and wanton...and especially what little Dumpling has told me about your newest order....I just can't bring myself to deprive you from the maximum amount of pleasure! But don't worry. I'm looking forward to your call tonight.”

I didn't need to do much self patting that day. I somehow made it trough again, but Marcie wasn't done with me by a long shot. I got a call this evening.

I still remember the five second rule she gave me all that time ago and so I quickly responded. “Yes, Marcie?”

“Ah, good evening Gina. Long time since we spoke via the phone right?”

That was true, kinda odd if you think about it.

“Actually the last time was when I invited you out and gave you all kinds of new orders, so I thought in ways of celebration I remove one for you today. Congratulation.”

I was immediately skeptical. This was Marcie's magnum opus, so there would be no break whatsoever. But still, how could removing an order be a bad thing?

“No more bed time for you, congratulations!”

Oh shit.

“H-hey Marcie....you can't be serious.”

“Why?” I heard a chuckle. “I thought you would be more grateful.”

“Like this, I seriously won't get any sleep. That's...”

“How about this? If you masturbate once you can stop patting your head for the day. Sounds fair?”

Not at all.

“I...”

“There are enough people in Imperium Marcium to easily get you trough this. So if you remain stubborn, that's on you.”

“W-what if they refuse?”

“Oh? Have you already resigned yourself to do it? I was expecting a bit more of a struggle.”

“H-hypothetically speaking.”

“Guess you have to figure that out on your own. How about it? Wanna give it a go?”

“N-no I don't think so.”

Marcie merely chuckled at that and we ended the call.

That night was a nightmare, come Tuesday I arrived at school tired and exhausted but no less horny.

I was expecting Marcie to show me pity, as this would clearly affect my studies, but she did no such thing.

Another day of complete suffering came to a close. At this point I was almost ready to just throw me at anyone who was willing to fuck me. And so I finally gave in and called Marcie. I'm not sure why exactly I settled for her. I suppose I just like to suffer.

“Ready to ask for permission?”, she asked with a smug tone.

“Yes...”

“Full sentences.”

“Please allow me to masturbate.”

“Well...how bad to you need it?”

“I am just about to pass out from exhaustion.”

“It will be very humiliating tough.”

“Yes...I agree.”

“Say that you want to humiliate yourself for me.”

It was a very long time ago, since we last did this kind of dirty talk. I almost felt myself getting transported back to when this all started.

“I...want to humiliate myself for you.”

“Good girl.”

There was silence for a bit.

“Alright, now I want you to tell me exactly what you intend to do. Be very specific.”

“I-I need your permission to masturbate. I will then lay on my bed naked and stroke my pussy, while fondling my breasts. While I do this my mind will wander to past humiliations, which I will describe to you.”

“Good, now, due to how horny you are I think you would cum very fast. That would be boring, so you aren't allowed to come until I told you so. Understood?”

“Y-yes.”

“Full sentences.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Alright, you may begin.”

I would not waste any more time then needed. Knowing full well that Marcie would take her sweet time to allow me to cum it got myself naked and lay down on the bed.

“Ah one more thing.”

Seriously!

“W-what is it?”

“That point about having to describe your humiliation fantasy to me? That isn't an order. But if you don't do it I won't allow you to cum.”

At this point I almost felt a weird sense of admiration for Marcie's sadism.

I got to work fingering my pussy. The feeling was....well it felt like how when Marel did it to me yesterday. Only even more intense. The headpats where a slow building pressure. This was a wild ****. And yet despite that the gates held firm. No matter how much I pushed, no relief was forthcoming.

“Well then? I'm waiting.”

Oh yeah, I have to tell her.

Willingly.

Despite my absurd level of arousal, my humiliation wasn't far behind. Doing stuff out of my own free will was always the worst kind of ****. But this combination of **** and not ****, might take the cake after all.

“Well...?”

“I-it's about when we where up on the roof.”

“Ah with Lindsey?”

“N-no before that..”

“Really? You are reminiscing about our first time? That's very cute.”

“C-can I cum now?”

“You are funny. Just for that you are going to tell me all prime numbers from 100 backwards. Keep masturbating while you do it.”

“W-what even are prime numbers?”

“Are you serious right now?” Marcie sighed in her obnoxious manner. “A prime number is a natural number greater then 1 that has no positive divisors other then 1 and itself.”

“Huh?”

“You know 99,97,95, 93...”

“J-just say uneven numbers then!”

“Well, that's not technically...”

I cut her off and started counting down. If I'm not getting to go off right now I'm going insane.”

“...7...5...3...1! There done!”

“That was very sexy. But 1 isn't a prime number. 2 is.”

“WHAT! But you said...”

“No, you didn't listen properly. Do it again.”

I am going insane. Marcie is frying every single one of my braincells.

“...fiiiiiivvvvvvvvvvvvvvve........threeeeeee.....threee....threee.....oneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”

“Yeah....I can see I won't get my fix of math porn today. Fine you can move on to describing your humiliation.”

“I..i....was on the roof and..ha..haa...you made me undress....ngghh....i had to show you my butt....”

“...I....believe I made you say something.”

“T-there is a candybar in...in....inside my butt...hole!”

“Are you fingering yourself there Gina?”

“Mm....yyyyeeeeees!”

“...good girl...”

“And...and you said there was something good inside of me...ah..ah......ah!”

“I did....ha....”

“And...then....and then...you made me throw...my clothes..off the roof! I was completely....naked!”

“Did..that arouse you, Gina?”

“I-it does now!”

I heard Marcie curse for a bit her breathing going very labored.

“And then....we later talked over the phone....I was naked...just like now..”

“Yes...just like now. Alright Gina.....I....want you to...cum exactly when I say? Alright...?”

“Yyyyyyyes!”

I felt her breath trough the phone getting quicker and quicker. “Ah...ah....ahh.....CUM!!!!!!!!!!”

It felt like a grenade got off in my nether region. I threw my head back and screamed as my body literally exploded.

“Fuck...” I heard Marcie silently curse over the phone. “Oh, fuck,fuck fuck...”

There was no sound from my end, beyond heavy breathing.

“Gina”, I heard the phone say. “You're still with me...”

“Mmmyyyyesssssss.”

“Small change in the rules. If you want to masturbate, you are to call me all the time, got it?”

“Got it, Mas...Marcie...”

“I see you tomorrow then. Sleep well.”

As the call ended my thoughts where already starting to get hazy. I slowly drifted to sleep covered in my own juices.

I am not sure how I am going to survive this but at the very least it looks like Marcie feels the same.