Tomorrow's a big day

Ms. Crowin and I collapsed into bed, panting. The sheets were slightly damp with sweat and stuck to my skin as I slipped under them, but I was too exhausted to care. Ms. Crowin snuggled into the crook of my arm and pressed herself against me in a warm half-spoon. We just lay there for a little while, letting ourselves come down off the high of sex, until sleep slowly whisked us away.

I woke up before she did. At first, I tried to fall back asleep, but that simply wasn't happening. I then thought about getting up without waking her, but the tangle of our arms and legs made that impossible. Finally, I resigned myself to staying warm and cozy under the covers lost in my own thoughts. It was all about asking please. So far, it had worked on two people with complete success. Obviously, some of it relied on the subject's interpretation of the command, and the energy for any major changes came from the person themselves. I couldn't seem to have someone create or destroy mass on a whim, and even minor changes like hair color required a great deal of effort.

So what didn't I know? I wasn't sure if it was the word please that did it or if it was something about me specifically. Would it work over text? What about a recorded message? I started to compose a mental list of things I would have to test.

Eventually, Ms. Crowin began to stir. She stretched out her legs and arms, shifting from her side to her back, and I watched as she opened her eyes and blinked a few times. She looked puzzled, then began poking and prodding at her stomach, arms, and chest, as if checking to see if they were still where she'd left them.

Which, I realized, they weren't. They were where I'd left them: thinner, healthier, and younger than they were last night.

She rolled over to face me, and a goofy grin broke across her face. "I was worried it had been a dream. I'm happy it wasn't."

"Me too, Ms. Crowin," I said, and I meant it. "How'd you sleep?"

"Great. I was pretty worn out after last night," she said, placing a slender hand on my hip. "Had a few nice dreams, too."

"Oh really? What about?" I smiled and shifted to bring my body to face her.

"Hmm, I think you know." She slipped her hand down over the front of my hip to my crotch and took my dick in soft, light fingers.

I pulled her in for a kiss as she started to gently stroke and caress me. It wasn't a real handjob or anything, just a sensual massage to set things in motion. Compared to last night, the kiss was pretty tame as well. At some point I pulled her so close to me she couldn't comfortably hold my cock, but that was fine by me. Last night had been more than enough for the time being.

As I pulled back to end the kiss, she tried to grab me again. I stopped her with a hand on her shoulder and saw lust all over her face. Being that close to me, with that much physical contact, she must have felt like she'd been holding onto a live wire. The commands I'd given her last night would be running wild in her mind, especially that 'unbearable arousal.' I wondered what she had interpreted unbearable to mean in that context. Even as I watched, her breathing became increasingly more rapid and she began to bite her lip and rub her thighs, staring at me all the while. As I cast off the blankets and stood up at the side of the bed, I could hear her gasp in arousal.

I threw some clothes on and shuffled into the bathroom to relieve myself. I could hear Ms. Crowin getting up and moving around as well, and as I slipped out of the bathroom she hopped in after me. I got the coffee maker running and set about making a to-do list for the day.

Ms. Crowin found me at the table with a cup of coffee, puzzling over certain details. I noticed that she had gathered up her old clothes from yesterday, none of which would fit her. She had skipped the underwear and was wearing just the shirt and jeans, though she had to hold the jeans up with one hand. The shawl was draped loosely around her neck. Her shoes looked like they were now over a size too large.

I looked at her questioningly. "Are you going somewhere?"

"I-I was going to head back to my flat." She avoided eye contact, studying the carpet. "Last night was... was wonderful, and I'm happy I could please you, but I have to feed my cat and water my plants. And, um, I need new clothes."

The baggy jeans slipped from her grasp for a moment and began to slide off her hips before she caught them. I stood up and put a hand on her wrist, then took her hand off the waistband. The pants slumped to the floor, exposing her naked pussy and causing a sharp intake of breath. I moved my hand to gently cup and rub her labia, feeling the heat of her body against my palm, teasing and massaging as I stared into her face. Her eyes snapped open to meet mine as I slipped a finger inside her.

"So you want to leave?" I asked her.

"Mmmm... I, uh... I don't-"

"You want to stay?"

Her eyes fluttered as I hit a sweet spot with my fingers. "I-I don't want... uhmmm... I have to..."

"It's okay." I smile at her and place my free hand on the back of her neck. "You can leave any time you want."

"R-really? I can..." She moans as I slip in a second finger. "Mmmm. You're okay w-with me...?"

"Of course," I whisper, pulling her in close. "I know that you'll come back when I need you. Besides, you'll be so horny that you won't be able to resist."

"I will?"

"Please edge yourself as often as you can, but don't cum unless I give you permission." I let go of her as understanding dawned on her. She looked at me with an expression of pure lust, then started to masturbate furiously. Her legs turned shaky as she stood in the middle of the room, pushing her slender fingers in and out of her cunt as fast as she could, her hand growing slick with her own moisture. Just as she approached an orgasm, breathing quickening and a flush rising in her chest, she stopped her motion and shivered. Her eyes shut hard, so close to a release that I wouldn't let her have. Eventually, her shaking calmed down and she started up again, edging herself to an impossible climax.

I turned away and, taking some time to organize my thoughts, wrote out two identical notes. They said:

'Please come to apartment 302 at 7:00pm today, October 3rd. Please knock and wait for whoever is inside to let you in, and please do not leave until they let you.'

I signed one with my name and left the other unsigned, then wrote 'Apt. 305' on the first one and 'Apt. 301' on the second. I knew of two single women on my floor, and depending on whether or not one or the other, or both, showed up that evening, I would have a much better understanding of how things worked. Behind me, I heard Ms. Crowin reach another peak and forcibly fall short.

"That's enough for now," I said, turning back to her. Reluctantly, she let her hand fall to her side. I could see a sheen of sweat covering nearly her entire body, and the loose black shirt she wore was sticking to her in places. The shawl had partially fallen off her shoulders. I stepped up and pulled it over her head, then wrapped it around her waist as a makeshift skirt. As I tied it off, I made eye contact and spoke softly. "You'll have plenty of time to edge later, and I'm sure you'll make me proud, but for now you have stuff to do." I bundled her jeans and jacket into her arms, then handed her the two pieces of paper. "Please slip these under the doors labeled on the notes. Please don't read them, and please forget about doing it as soon as it's done."

She nodded, hefted the load in her arms, and, with one final semi-wistful, semi-passionate look my way, slipped out the door. I watched her walk down the hallway just long enough to see her place both notes, then sat back down at the table to set to work. I had a list of tests to perform, and the next one involved long distances and text messages.