I stood back and admired my beautiful submissive. Poor thing, getting aroused just from the anticipation of finding out what suggestions I'd given her. Not having any idea the delicious torment that was in store for her.

 

"You want to touch already, don't you?"

 

She whimpered, nodding.

 

"You may. Just tease yourself, though. Slowly."

 

She let out a moan of relief as her hand eagerly made its way down to between her legs, diving into the juices already visible from where I stood over her.

 

After a few seconds, long enough to get her fingers good and wet but not nearly long enough for her to get any kind of satisfaction, I gently but firmly removed her hand and brought it up to her face. Holding her gaze with my own, I moved her hand toward her mouth, smearing some of her juices just above her upper lip as if by accident as I placed her fingers in her mouth.

 

It was no accident.

 

"Suck them clean, then lay your hands and arms on either side of your head, however they are most comfortable."

 

She took her time, sucking the juices off her fingers and staring at me sensually, seemingly in an attempt to have me touch her.

 

She would have no such luck. The suggestions should already be starting to take effect, though she wouldn't realize it just yet. Focused as she was on the taste of herself, it may have slipped her mind entirely that her own musk was not only filling her nostrils, but also having an effect on her.

 

She moaned with desire as she sucked and smelled herself.

 

And with every whiff of her own scent, she'd grow more and more aroused. Which would, of course, make her pussy leak even more, intensifying the intoxicating scent, creating a devious positive feedback loop.

 

Of course, that wasn't even the best part.

 

She finished cleaning off her fingers and put her arms down as instructed, adjusting a little to find the most comfortable position with her arms and hands laid out on the bed.

 

"You smell downright delectable," I encouraged. She took a whiff and moaned.

 

"Have you figured it out yet, my dear?"

 

"I- I think so..." She inhaled and moaned again.

 

"That's a good girl. Would you like to touch some more?"

 

"Yes, please!"

 

"If you can, you may."

 

She shot me a pleading look as she discovered that her arms would no longer obey her and were, in fact, stuck to the bed. And the more aroused she got, the more she would smell her own musk, and the more she smelled, the more aroused she would get. And the more she smelled, the more stuck her arms would become.

 

I studied her face as the realization hit her that she was stuck in this positive feedback loop, completely at my mercy for any kind of relief whatsoever.

 

She was in for a long afternoon.