Come on, pet. You can do it! You’re past the hard part. 

You’ve been denied three months. I’m a little surprised you didn’t cum the moment I gave you permission to do so.

I’m even more surprised you didn’t cum as soon as you started rubbing on my boot.

Good pet, picking up the pace. That’s it!

Oh, I know, sweetie, I know your hips are getting tired. But no, you may not use your hands. I’m already being extremely generous, allowing you to rub, hump, and grind against whatever you’d like.

And don’t think I don’t appreciate that of all the options, you chose my boot to make you cum. You’ll definitely be rewarded for that later. 

As long as you manage to cum.

Are you really trying to tell me that three months of denial isn’t enough to make you explode at the slightest stimulation?

Do we need to make it another three months? Maybe six months of denial will have you desperate enough to cum. Rather than whatever this pathetic display is. 

Don’t you want to cum?

No, pet, look at me when you answer. 

Good pet, yes, of course you want to cum. 

That’s it, just keep humping my boot. 

You thought you were past the hard part, didn’t you?

I thought so, too, but apparently not.

It’s almost like you’ve forgotten how to cum! What kind of pet forgets how to cum after only three months?

No, don’t slow down. Look into my eyes, pet. That’s it, keep rubbing.

Oh, are you crying? You’re that desperate, aren’t you?

That’s okay. Just keep on rubbing, keep on staring into my eyes. 

Hump my boot like the pet you are and remember.

Very good, pet. 

Now take a few minutes, clean up the mess you made, and then you can show me how grateful you are to me for allowing you to remember how to cum.