Send her shopping

"You're going to buy some things." You say, cooking up quite the plan in your mind.

"Yes." Caroline nods. Then you see her going to wipe her face clean with the back of her hand.

"STOP!" You shout. "What are you doing?"

She doesn't answer. Maybe she's too shocked. Or maybe she realizes that since she can't say yes, she shouldn't speak at all.

"You're going to wear that out for your shopping trip. Understand?"

"Yes" Caroline answers, a smile creeping across her lips.

"Now you may dress. No bra. No panties."

So Caroline puts on her pants and her top. Her top is so light and flimsy that without a bra you can make out the shape and size of her nipples easily.

"I have to go make a shopping list" you say, "In the meantime shove your hand down your pants and rub yourself."

Caroline hesitates. You wonder if perhaps she's hesitant to turn into jelly so soon again after cumming.

"You are my fuck thing, understand?" You say, grabbing a paper and pen.

"Yes"

"That means you have to exist in a constant state of excitement. You should and you will always be rubbing yourself. Understand?"

"Yes"

So Caroline slides a hand down the front of her tight pants. You see her close her eyes and wince. Then she bites her lip. Then she grits her teeth. Her face bends and contorts. You can see the form of her hand working hard at her clit.

You write some things down on the paper.

As it turns out it didn't take that long for her to get back into the mood after all.

She almost seems ready. You know. You've seen the faces she makes when she's about to cum.

"Stop!" You say. She stares at you, still rubbing. "STOP!" you shout.

She does, and slowly pulls her hand from her pants. It's soaking wet.

You walk up to her and take her by the wrist. "You get to rub, but you don't get to cum. Not until I say so. Understand?"

"Yes."

Then you take her hand and wipe it off down the front of her face. A nice streak of her own juices glistens across her forehead, her nose, her chin, existing in harmony with your jizz, which is still prominently displayed on her.

"Here's your list." You hand it to her. She glances at it, then back at you. "We're going to have a little makeover." you smile wickedly. "Now go shopping."

Caroline heads for her purse.

"STOP!" you shout again. It's the third time you've had to shout at her. But it'll take time, you realize. She's still learning. "No money. Money is not your primary resource for acquiring goods and services any more. Understand?"

"Yes" Caroline takes a deep breath and glances at the shopping list again.