Jackie didn’t mind that she made him dress.

Jackie didn’t mind that she made him dress. No, that wasn’t the problem. It was that she made him ‘perform’ for her.

Just a few little things at first. The walk around the house, posing while she took photos. Then of course there were the toys.

“Come on. You’ll enjoy it,” she’d say. And he’d feel it. The desire, competing with the feeling that he was being teased.

“I want to,” he’d say. “But…”

And by then she’d be putting lube on the thing.

“There’s no harm in trying,” she’d say. And he’d know exactly how it was going to go. He’d protest, but in his heart he wanted it. And his heart always one out.

That was why it was so hard to resist her when she played this game.

He knew how it would end, too.

He’d always end up licking her outstretched palm in which there’d be his meagre outpouring of semen.

“That’s it, lick it up like a good gurl,” she’d say. And he would.

At first it had repulsed him, but now he couldn’t help himself. He looked forward to the release, and the knowledge that it would lead to his swallowing the results.

Not that it slowed her. She’d let him push between her legs, but never enter her. If he tried…