Night 1.

I sit in my chair fully clothed. I tell you to stand before me and strip to your underwear. I don't like your choice this evening. I tell you to go change into something sheer and come back when you are presentable. I want to see nipples clearly through your bra. I want to see your piercing shining clearly through your knickers. When you return you are not wearing your collar and you are not wearing red lipstick. I tell you to go put on your collar and fire-engine red lipstick and come back when you are properly presentable.

When you return I have you turn around for me while I examine you closely. I am very disappointed that you would present to me without your collar and lipstick. You try to excuse yourself. You were too eager, wanting to come back to pleasure me and you forgot. You know these breaches of etiquette are punishable. We've been through this many times. You will have to be punished.

I call you a selfish, thoughtless slut and tell you you are far too interested in your own pleasure, and that you clearly have little pretence for mine. You are a cum whore who only wants my cum for your own fulfilment. I accuse you of not caring about fulfilling me. You start to deny this but I flash you a look that you recognise. There can be no mistakes in your presentation to me. Time to learn your lesson.

You are not going to orgasm for a week. You may not touch yourself. You may not use a toy. I'm certainly not going to fuck you and I forbid you to fuck anyone else.

I tell you to go to the kitchen and get a small glass jar and its lid. When you return, I tell you to get down on your knees without a cushion and put your head between my legs. You want my cum so bad you can go and get it. Do whatever you have to to make me cum. You must not swallow a drop. All of it must end up in the jar. You can do anything you like to extract it. Use your hands. Use your mouth. Lick me up and down. Rub me between your breasts. You must not get up from your knees. I don't care if it hurts your knees.

You unzip me, pull out my cock and begin to play with it. You pull down my jeans to my ankles but I don't want you to take them off completely. I don't say a word nor make a sound while you work. I just watch you carefully.

As I get close to cumming I ask if your finger is properly trimmed. You nod your head and show me your right hand. All the nails except the one on your middle finger are brightly coloured and of reasonable length. Your middle fingernail is filed close and rounded off, noticeably shorter than the others. This is your insertion finger and you must never scratch me with it.

Just before I cum I tell you to insert your finger into my arse. You can feel my sphincter tighten on your finger as I cum. You collect it into the jar.

I tell you to put the lid on and to put it in the freezer.

Night 2.

Again, I sit in the chair fully clothed. I don't ask you to strip this time. I just tell you to go make yourself presentable to me. You return in nothing but heels, stockings, your collar and lipstick. That's better. Now go and get the jar from the freezer and collect my cum again. On your knees. I hope they are still sore from last night. Tonight I put my hand on the back of your head and push you down hard on my cock until you gag and gasp for air. I tell you if you vomit on my cock you will pay for it dearly. I let you finish and again tell you to insert your finger in my arse so you can feel the contractions as I cum.

Again, every drop goes in the jar and back into the freezer.

Night 3.

We don't need words tonight. I don't say a thing. You have already made yourself presentable for me. I sit in the chair. You get the jar. Tonight, I don't let you pull down my pants. You may only open my fly as much as is necessary to work my cock.

You mix your hand techniques with your mouth and it is superb. Changing up your speed and rhythms for a while until I am rock hard and you know you can make me cum when you want. The right amount of ball squeezing. So wet. You settle into the rhythm you know so well. Your eyes look up into mine with adoration and surrender. You are so good, such a good girl. I am tempted to slump you over the back of the couch and fuck you. I really want to. I miss your pussy already.

But not tonight. Not this week. I make a mental note to compliment you on your performance next week. There will be no compliments this week. You slide your finger in at the perfect moment without being need to be told when. I cum hard. It is good. My body shakes. I grasp your head to stop you from moving while I am hyper-sensitive. We rest like that for a couple of minutes. You hold my cum in your mouth and don't spill a drop.

You let every drop slide from your mouth into the jar and return it to the freezer.

Night 4.

You wait for me on your knees before the chair. You are already presentable. You have the jar ready. Your knees hurt. I'm not in a rush. I pour a bourbon and wander around for a while. I walk around you for a while before I sit in the chair. Tonight you may not touch me. I tell you I'm going to masturbate on you. I want you to lie on the floor for me to cum on. You can beg and plead for me to cum on you. You may beg and plead for me to cum in you.

You lie on your back and I stand over you looking down at you. You writhe and move sinuously below me on the floor. You get carried away. Your hand moves dangerously close to touching your pussy. I have to stop a moment and raise a finger at you in admonishment. You plead with me not to waste my cum. To please give it to you. You want my cum in your pussy. In your ass. "Please, sir, cum in my ass."

I keep stroking myself and tell you this is exactly why we are here doing this now. My cum goes where I want it to. You do not have a say in that. I understand that you want it but it always goes where I want it to. My pleasure comes first. You must assimilate that into your very being for this to work as you requested in the very beginning. Shit, I like fucking you. I'm not depriving myself of fucking you for my benefit. You are so fucking horny at the moment I'm not sure you are even listening properly. We will have to discuss this further at a later time.

I jerk off and let my cum fall on your chest. It lands on your left breast. I hand you a carving knife and you collect it and put it in the jar and return it to the freezer.

Night 5.

Tonight you have tried your hardest to be especially pleasing to me. Your hair and make-up are perfect. You are wearing my favourite lingerie. You have laid out various toys and implements on the coffee table in case I might want to use them. The lighting is low. You have scented candles burning. A glass of bourbon with two ice blocks is ready. You ask if I want some porn on. Or, you offer, you can turn on your webcam for my friends from last week so they can watch.

You've tried to make this evening perfect, haven't you? Have you forgotten something? You look around the room. I can tell you are worried you have left something out. Forgotten some detail. You are worried. Something w will need for tonight, I prompt you. The jar, you ask. I nod. A see a brief glimpse of disappointment on your face as you turn to go to the kitchen.

When you return I am sitting in my chair. I have put some porn on the TV and am already jerking off to it. I ignore you. Four couples on TV are at a pool party. They are naked and fucking each other in moments. Asses and mouths and pussies and cocks. All combinations. It's not particularly good group sex porn but it's important that you see me ignore you for them. You try to stand to the side, almost in the way, so I can see you. I wave you to step back a pace of two.

Just as I'm about to cum I wave you in and let you hold the jar to the tip of my cock and harvest my cum. Your disappointment is palpable but perfect. A perfect level of letting enough leak through for it to be known but not enough for further punishment. You milk the last drops from my cock into the jar and I see you smile quietly to yourself. A perfect smile because it is about you recognising my pleasure and taking your own from me despite your disappointment.

Night 6.

You are completely naked. You hold the jar in your hands. I sit in the chair. You get on your knees. I tell you to tell me how much you want to be fucked. How much you want an orgasm. How much you want to feel my tongue on your clit. How much you want my cock inside you. You can now put your hands on my cock and keep telling me how much you want it. I want you to tell me all the things you want it to do to you.

Your answers are pitch-perfect. Put it where I want. Asking how you can please my cock. What you can do for it. What you can do for me. To use you. To have you. To do anything I want that brings me pleasure. You want only to make that happen.

You masturbate me and obediently collect my cum in the jar and return it to the freezer.

You return from the kitchen and sit on the floor at my feet. I nestle you between my legs. You tell me you don't care if you never orgasm again just so long as I do and you can share that. I stroke your hair for a while and don't say anything.

Night 7.

Tonight I don't sit in the chair. You are fully clothed. I stand behind you while you are on your hands and knees on the floor. I lift up your dress and pull your panties down around your thighs. I let you feel the hot tip of my cock between the cheeks of your ass but it never touches your pussy or your asshole. I wank myself. I instruct you to push backwards with your hips and present yourself to me. I tell you to hold your ass cheeks open with your hands. I don't care if it difficult for you to balance. I don't care how much your knees hurt. I slap your arse from time to time but not a real spanking. Not enough to give you any pleasure. I cum into the jar.

I tell you to stand and strip naked. I hand you a big black texta and tell you to write on yourself. I want you to write "CUM WHORE" across your chest and breasts in very big letters. I want you to write "SLUT" across your mound where your pubic hair used to be.

Now lie down on the floor face up.

I empty the jar of one week's worth of my cum onto your stomach. I tell you to rub it in all over your body. Smear it all over. You may not taste it and you may not touch your pussy.

We wait for it to dry.

I tell you to put your dress back on without your underwear.

Now you must go to the supermarket and buy a packet of clothespins and a plastic fly swatter.

You stink of my cum. You have CUM WHORE and SLUT written on your body. You have no underwear. You know everyone in the supermarket can smell you and you know that they will know what you are. You shop as directed and return home.

I am naked and waiting when you return. My cock is soft and tired from cumming all week. I toss aside whatever you returned from the shops with. I'm not interested in that now.

I instruct you to tell me what you have realised this week. You repeat what you said last night. You now understand on a deeper level that for you to get to that place where you believe you need to go, that you have to remove that layer of expecting that your pleasure comes from anywhere except me. Not even from yourself. What I allow you. You need to let go finally of the idea of wanting my cock inside. You can honestly find your pleasure knowing my cock is where I want it to be. Sometimes that's in you. Sometimes it's jerking off to porn. Sometimes it's in another person. It doesn't matter. Then when it is in you, in your mouth, in your cunt, in your ass, in your armpit, anywhere, you understand it is exactly where I want it to be making me feel good and that makes you happy.

While you explain this to me, I am growing hard again. I rip off your dress so you can see the writing on your body. I make you read it to me. I make you say, "I am sorry for being a cum whore. I am sorry for being a selfish slut." Say it aloud now. While you are reading this. "I am sorry for being a cum whore. I am sorry for being a selfish slut."

I tell you to go get your biggest dildo. You don't need lube. Your pussy is already dripping. I tell you to insert the dildo in your pussy and move it in and out. I lube your asshole and fuck your ass. I like the feel of your dildo through the thin skin between your vagina and ass. Your tightness gripping me. Now put your vibrator on your clit. Now! I cum deep inside you. Your body goes into wild contractions. You lose control. You scream and lose your breath at the same time. I feel the shocks throughout your body. You are lost in a palsy of pleasure. I let you enjoy the waves washing through you.

I let you wipe my cock clean with your panties.

I think we can make this work.