“Simon says stand up straight, eyes forward.”

Still slightly foggy from the trance reinforcing my already well-ingrained conditioning to obey you without hesitation, I scrambled up to my feet as best as I could and stood in the place you’d indicated, resisting the urge to follow you with my eyes as you circled me like prey.

“Very good!” You kissed my forehead.

“Simon says shake your tits for me.”

I did. After enjoying the show for a minute, you rewarded me with a gentle brush of your thumb over my nipple, making me shiver in pleasure.

“Kneel for me.”

No sooner had I lowered myself to my knees than I felt your hand snake into my hair, not with the rewarding firm hair pull I was expecting, but cruelly pulling me back up to my feet.

“I didn’t say Simon says.”

A line of fire erupted across my ass as the cane you’d been holding since the beginning of the scene made contact. I yelped, not expecting it after the rough hair pull, but held my position.

You looked at me, eyes full of pride and lust, and caressed my cheek, trailing your thumb over my lips.

“Open.”

Ha! I wasn’t going to fall for the same trick twice in a row! I smirked at you victoriously.

Or at least, I tried. I realized that my mouth wouldn’t form into a smirk because it had opened automatically at your command at the same time that I felt the cane make contact with the spot at the bottom of my ass where it met my thigh, letting out a profanity at the pain.

“No fair! That’s cheating!!”

“Simon says tell me what you honestly think of my cheating.”

“I love when you cheat. It’s ridiculously hot.”

You gently took my chin in your hand and slipped your thumb into my mouth to suck on as a reward. I moaned in pleasure, sucking eagerly, settling back into delicious docility.

“Simon says drip for me.”

I moaned again around your finger in my mouth. I didn’t need to do anything to obey that command, though my pussy pulsed regardless.

Ignoring my small sound of disappointment as you removed your hand from my mouth, you wiped it on my chest to clean it of saliva, then positioned it to tease me with a finger snap.

My eyes widened.

Please… please snap your fingers… please say “Simon says” when you do…

I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist whether you said it or not.

You snapped your fingers.

“Drop.”

Even as I dropped into trance, a whimper escaped my lips in anticipation of the cane across the front of my thighs that snapped me back up a moment later.

“I didn’t say Simon says.”

You leaned in, speaking your next command right into my ear.

“Simon says edge.”

I couldn’t help but moan as I found myself on the edge of orgasm, trying valiantly to hold on as you gently stroked my aching clit to reward my obedience.

“Simon says burn. Simon says ache. Simon says need.”

You grinned sadistically.

Nononononono…

My traitorous body only knew to obey, even knowing the punishment it would incur.

“Simon says beg to cum.”

Even knowing what you were going to do, I couldn’t have disobeyed if I’d tried.

“Please! Fuck! Please let me cum!”

You had the cane ready before you even said the words.

“Cum for me.”

Amidst the removal of your hand and the lightning of the cane across the backs of my thighs, I fell pathetically over the edge as my body clenched without any real satisfaction. I whimpered as the ruined orgasm only amplified the ache in my now oversensitive pussy.

“Well, that’s a fun little trick, isn’t it?”

I nodded, tears in my eyes.

“Beg me to make you ruin again.”

“P-please make me ruin again.”

You gazed into my eyes, just for a moment. I nodded.

You grinned and raised the cane once again.

“I didn’t say Simon says.”