No ropes or chains for her. Simply a few quiet words spoken with such tenderness.

“Good girls stay perfectly still.”

I want so badly to be a good girl. More than I want to cum. And I desperately want to cum.

I sit perfectly still as she dresses me, sitting naked on the bed, practically quivering with anticipation.

Good girls stay perfectly still.

The nightie she’s chosen is so pretty. Thin white cotton with blue trim for lace and tiny butterflies flitting about decorative flowers, turning it into a garden of delights.

She lifts my arms and slips it over me, smoothing it out over my small breasts, giggling playfully as she brushes my nipples with her fingers. I have no control over how my body reacts. My nipples stiffen and I can feel my cunt leaking with every gentle touch. I want to spread my legs and welcome intimate touches. I don’t because I want to be a good girl even more and good girls do as they are told. They stay perfectly still.

She takes a brush and runs it slowly through my hair, humming under her breath as she smooths my waves. Once she is satisfied, she ties pretty ribbons in my hair. Soft blue ribbons to match the lace trimming my nightgown. And then she tenderly pushes me back down on the bed, my head resting on a plump pillow, my hair tied in ponytails, her finger pressed to my lips when I am overcome and try to speak.

“You’re my doll now, Babygirl. My perfect little living doll. Silent and still.”

I want to nod, but I don’t dare. I want to be a good girl even more, so I simply lie there, motionless, watching her as she watches me, doing my best to quell my breath and not move a muscle, not even to blink. I want to be perfect for her.

She smiles, knowing how hard I am struggling, watching my eyes as I feel that feeling spreading through me. I begin to float in subspace and I know she senses it, for her smile turns tender and she caresses me with her fingertips, tracing the planes of my face with featherlight touches until I let a soft whimper escape. Only then does she stop, her expression stern as she shakes her head. Just once. A warning. I resolve to be better as she resumes her exploration of my face, eventually drifting down along my neck and throat.

I feel warmth spreading through me and I can feel my pussy leaking as she continues, intimately brushing over my shoulders and along my collarbone. Not content with that, she continues down my arms excruciatingly slow. It seems like an eternity before I feel the pressure of her fingers against the backs of my hands.

A shiver washes through me, starting at my feet and traveling through my calves, my thighs, along my flanks, quickening my pulse, my heart beating so hard that I am sure she can hear it. My nipples ache to be touched, straining against my nightie obscenely as I lay motionless, letting myself drift into an erotic trance.

“Such a pretty little doll. I love playing with you.”

I feel heat rise in my cheeks, blushing at her words, unable to stop the teeniest tiniest smile from playing on my face. She catches it, her own smile just as faint as she presses her finger to my lips, her brows rising slightly until I banish it and go back to being her perfect doll.

She continued to tease me. I risk closing my eyes, thinking that might help, but a couple of clicks of her tongue bring me out of my euphoria for a moment and remind me of her directive. I open them again, forced to watch as she reaches behind her for something unseen. A moment later she is holding a red plastic toy that looks like a tube of lipstick. I recognize it for what it is and I forget to breathe. A vibrator.

I follow it with my gaze as she holds it up so I can get a good look at it, and then she pries my mouth open with my fingers.

“Tongue out.”

Wordlessly, I comply. My mouth is full of drool that I am too nervous to swallow.

“Good girl.”

Those words again. I slip deeper into the floaty feeling of euphoric subservience as she slides the toy over my tongue and into my mouth, twisting it slowly so that my saliva coats every surface before she removes it, taking a moment to hold it up for me so that I can see how it glistens now before placing it on my tummy, just below my tits.

“Relax, Babygirl. Remember, you’re my perfect little doll.”

She turns her back to me and takes my ankle, moving my left leg towards the edge of the bed, caressing the inside of my calf, and then my thigh once she is done. I begin to shiver, goosebumps rising as my breathing becomes labored. It takes everything I have to keep from letting out a shuddering moan of pleasure. I feel my spine tightening, arching slightly, away from the covers beneath me. She pretends not to notice, but I can tell she is aware of the battle being waged to obey her directive. Her smile speaks volumes as she twists her head and watches me, her gaze focused on my face for a brief moment.

And then she returns to posing me, treating my right leg exactly as she had my left until I am exposed on the bed, my legs spread, the hem of my nightie barely covering my dripping wet cunt.

I have a good idea what comes next and I began to pant, my breath hitching as she picks up the red toy once more, her free hand pushing my night gown up enough to expose my smoothly shaved pussy. Resting her hand upon me, she lets a single finger glide over it. Up and down, moving slowly closer to my clit. The anticipation of her touch almost undoes me and I let out a primal whimper. She stops immediately, lips pressed together sternly as her gaze bores into. Admonished, I manage to silence myself and she resumes.

This time I feel her finger sliding between my lust swollen labia, parting my wet lips before tapping once, then twice, on my sensitive clit. Somehow, I manage not to make a sound, not to move a single muscle. I think she is as surprised as I am. She beams down at me with pride. And then she slides her finger inside me. Deep inside. I can feel it pressing against the exact spot that makes me lose total control.

“Remember. You belong to me now. My little plaything,” she reminds me softly as she taps gently before sliding it out once more, leaving me a quivering mess. And then, she turns the vibrator on and very deliberately presses it against my clit as it peeks out from its hiding place.

It vibrates so softly that at first I wonder if it was just my imagination. This time, when I close my eyes, she doesn’t say anything, so I keep them closed, concentrating on the faintest of tremors teasing me. Nothing else matters. At least until she speaks again.

“Just like that. Just lie there. Keep your legs spread for me. No matter what happens. Don’t you dare move or make a sound. Understood?”

I wonder if I am supposed to answer her. Or if it is a trap and if I do, she will punish me. Unable to decide, I simply lie there. Not even the snip of scissors as she cut away my nightgown, exposing my small breasts, makes me stir. Nor the feel of cold steel as she teases my nipples with the sharp point.

I can feel it building painfully slowly inside me. At this rate, it will take forever to push me to the edge. What an exquisite torture she has devised, that she could keep me poised on the edge of ecstasy for hours with no relief.  

The two things I can’t still are my lungs as my breath quickens over time, nor the beating of my heart against my ribs as the toy continues its nearly non-existent vibrations.

“Frustrating, I imagine,” she coos into my ear. I hadn’t realized she’d moved until I feel the warmth of her breath against my lobe. Again, I hold my tongue while I scream silently inside.

“Keep your eyes closed. You’re perfect as you are.”

And then, I feel the mattress move and after that, silence. Has she left? Has she just moved? Is she still in the room watching or is she gone? I have no way of knowing without opening my eyes. Perhaps she is watching carefully, waiting for just that. Waiting to punish me for disobedience. And so I remain immobile, the vibrator balanced precariously so that even the slightest movement will cause it to move. I lie perfectly still, unable to halt the tremors that ebb and flow, praying that they don’t upset it as I focus on the pleasure growing incrementally within my core.

How long I lie there like that, I have no idea. It feels like forever. Long enough for my body to betray me and my resolve melts away to nothing until I decide that I would cum regardless and yet, I can’t. The sensations are not quite powerful enough. If only I could turn it up a little. It won’t take much. I am so close. My thoughts are in a cloud and my brain has turned to mush. Without realizing it, I disobey her, my hands reaching towards the toy tormenting me.

It is suddenly gone. She has been watching and plucks it from its resting place. I want to scream. Instead, I let out a pitiful sob, tears spilling down my cheeks as my lashes flutter open. She shakes her head, almost sadly, as she turns it off, her fingers closing around it to form a fist.

She kisses me tenderly and stands, her gaze lingering on my face, her eyes sparkling with cruelty and love.

“Good girls stay perfectly still. And only good girls get to cum.”

And then she leaves.