Just Normal Pillow Talk

You lay back gasping in the after glow. She rolls to the side, and drags herself to her side of the bed. As per usual, you make an effort to breath louder and to stretch. In actually it was pretty mediocre sex, but you're quite used to exaggerating the energy it too. If you were a girl, it would be the equivalent of faking an orgasm. But, it was a task that you wouldn't have to do for very much longer if everything turned out according to plan.

"That was amazing, Baby." She yawns. You have to hide a smirk. After being on Slave4U for two weeks without any sex, any kind of stimulation would have made all her previous sexual experiences look small and inadequate by comparison. She turns to her side and rubs a circle on your chest with her index finger.

"A lot of talking too. That was certainly new."

"Oh yeah," You wrap an arm around her. You love the way her smile is framed by her freckles. "I read online a bit about dirty talk during sex. You never know what you'd like until you try it." Outside of sex, the power of suggestion is much weaker, but you still plan to emphasize open mindedness in speech. Say it enough and it will get lodged into her **** altered brain.

"Well, it fucking worked. Whoever you were reading knows their stuff." She giggles. "Still, I'm having a bit of trouble remembering what exactly you said. I just remember that it really got me going."

"You don't have to worry about that, Emma." You stroke her hair softly. In moments of passion, odds are that she won't even remember the conditioning you lay in.

"You know you're a dork, right?" She leans up giving you a small kiss.

"Why else would we be together?" You kiss her back. You lay together like that for another half an hour. Even at you stare at her flawless body and marvel on the cute sound of her breathing, you can't escape your doubts. How pathetic the sex was. How poorly she responds to even the slightest attempt to spice it up. How can someone so otherwise perfect be so fucking boring?

"Ugh. I need to get dressed for work." She sighs, rolling over. "Would you do me a favor and shoot me?"

As she stands up from the bed, you lean over and give her naked ass a smack. You just couldn't help it. It was just sitting there, so perfectly smackable.

"Hey. I told you I didn't like that." She says. "Stop it."

"Sorry sorry." You sigh. That is going to need to be conditioned in later. Even playful gestures like that are a bridge too far for her. Much less the real sadistic pain and masochistic pleasure you've been dreaming of inflicting on her. The prospect of changing that is salivating.

Meanwhile, she's gone over to the closet and begun picking through outfits. As she opens and closes drawers, her face scrunches up with indecision. Her eyes look at pair after pair of underwear, not settling on any.

"You don't think my wardrobe is a little...boring....do you?"