John groggily opened his eyes, the morning sunlight streaming through the window and piercing his skull. He groaned and tried to sit up, only to find that his arms were secured above his head, and his legs were spread eagle and tied to the bedframe.
"What the fuck?" he muttered, his heart rate quickening as he looked around the room. He noticed her standing before him, completely naked and with a wicked grin on her face.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," she said, sauntering over to the bed and climbing onto it. She straddled him, her wet pussy grinding against his morning wood. He throbbed in response, his mind still fuzzy from whatever she had put in his food.
"Did you really think you could resist me?" she whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his skin. She leaned down and nipped at his earlobe, her teeth sharp and teasing.
"I didn't put anything in your food on purpose," she continued, her voice dripping with playful insults. "But I'm not surprised you overslept and missed work. You're always so eager to please me, you can't help but lose track of time."
She sat up and looked him in the eye, her gaze challenging and confident. "If you promise to be a good boy and follow my orders, I'll give you a little reward."
She leaned down and took him in her mouth, her lips wrapping around the tip of his cock and sucking gently. He moaned and bucked his hips, his mind still trying to process what was happening.
She pulled away and stood up, her body swaying seductively as she walked over to the closet. She returned a moment later with a pile of women's clothing in her arms.
"I want you to put these on," she commanded, tossing the clothes onto the bed next to him. He looked at the pile in confusion, his mind still trying to catch up.
"What the fuck is this?" he asked, his voice hoarse with desire.
"Just do as you're told," she said, her voice firm. "I want to see how well you can follow orders."
He hesitated for a moment, but then began to dress in the lacy lingerie and feminine clothing. She watched him with a smirk on her face, her eyes gleaming with amusement.
"You look so pretty in that outfit," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I might have to keep you dressed like this from now on."
She ordered him to walk around the room for her, enjoying the sight of him in the sexy getup. She took a few photos, threatening to post them online if he disobeyed her again.
She approached him and started to undress him, revealing his still-hard cock. She teased him with her mouth, licking and sucking on the tip before pulling away.
"On your hands and knees," she commanded, her voice firm. He obeyed, his mind still reeling from the confusion and arousal.
She positioned herself behind him and took him in her mouth once again, her lips wrapping around his cock and sucking him deep. He moaned and bucked his hips, his orgasm building quickly.
She pulled away just as he was about to come, leaving him panting and desperate for release.
"Not yet," she said, her voice firm. "You have to earn your reward."
He groaned in frustration, but he knew better than to argue. He would do anything she asked, as long as it meant he could have her.
She climbed onto the bed and straddled him once again, her wet pussy grinding against his cock.
"Are you ready to be a good boy and follow my orders?" she asked, her voice soft and seductive.
He nodded, his mind still fuzzy but his desire clear.
"Good," she said, her voice firm. "Then let's get started."
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