Good Girlfriends Greet

Chapter 13 - Good Girlfriend Protocols - Good Girlfriends Greet their boyfriends properly

Once Emma eventually pulls her throat free of the dildo after savoring the feeling for almost a minute, she feels the belt withdraw and whines with disappointment, the full feeling fading. Emma's mind is still echoing 'please, suck, obey', her mouth silently mouthing the mantra.

She moves towards the wardrobe silently, her mind filled with conflicting thoughts and feelings, knowing that Evan is almost home.

Part of her is still mad at him for designing this thing and letting it be so evil, that part is determined to get this accursed thing off and yell at Evan for an hour ("Good Girlfriends do not yelll, her own mind whispers) while she rides him to many satisfying orgasms for an hour.

The next part of her is too stubborn to give up and let him win. The same stubbornness that brought her to university far from home and made her such an intractable opponent at every board game night refuses to accept that she can't beat this. This part really wants to win, then spend a day riding her dildo and vibrator and using every other toy she keeps in her secret box, while she watches Evan do all her housework for a month, enjoying her vengeance and victory ('Good Girlfriends clean', her mind whispers scoldingly).

And the last part of her, the smallest and guiltiest little voice … that part wants to sink to her knees without challenge the moment she sees Evan. It eagerly wants to please, suck, and obey Evan ('please, suck, obey,' her mind echoes). It wants to beg him to deny her and train her further, it wants Evan to tease her and command her, to dress her as his toy and sex ****, to use her in whatever ways will please him. The Emma of this morning wouldn't even recognize this voice, but with every instruction today, every moment of teasing pleasure, and every echoing mantra, this part of her has gotten louder and harder to ignore.

As Emma contemplates her thoughts, that last part picks out a black piece of lingerie, one that she knows will cling to her curves and is nearly translucent through the bust. She remembers Evan's lustful eyes on her when she last wore it for their anniversary, the way it made her feel like an object of his lust. She remembers how much he enjoyed it, how much it 'pleased' him, and now she imagines how he will react when he walks in the door and sees her wearing it. Imagining how lustful and 'pleased' he will be makes her shiver, "Good Girlfriends please their boyfriend," she says out loud, tracing her fingers along the smooth lace and shivering.

The first two parts of her scoff and whine at having to wear this, but they know that resistance would just be met with further punishment, and so the guilty, horny little voice inside her shivers with joy and victory growing just the littlest bit louder, as she strips, then slides into the lingerie, the silk flowing over her skin as she buttons and tightens the straps.

"Good Girl Emma, you have Listened and Obeyed, there is time for a quick reward before Evan gets home, go downstairs and wait for Evan" Emma starts moving even as the belt returns to it's favorite teasing rewards, constantly shifting vibrations that change in location and intensity as a tongue licks her clit with pressure and vibration even as she walks down the stairs towards the front door, her eyes glazing over from the pleasure and anticipation of Evan's return. Arriving by the door, Emma finds herself kneeling of her own volition, the guilty part of her chanting 'please, suck, obey' as the belt rewards her by pushing her pleasure back into the neediest ranges of her denial. The tongue torturing the very tip of her clit, her pussy getting fucked by a growing and shrinking vibrating dildo, her eyes closed, whining and moaning, unable to hold in any sounds as she wantonly moans out her arousal, her hips rising and falling in patterns with the belt's movements, her mind fully lost in a sea of arousal and denial.

She barely hears the front door rattle, the sound of a key and lock clicking open, the sound of a squeak as the door swings open.