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in a positive, loving way, i'd use it as a reward for when you do something well, or respond to me correctly. watching you slowly learn and subconsciously connect the sound to a meaning, a good meaning. praising you as always, but now, just using the clicker first. following the sound with any familiar compliment that never fails to make your eyes glaze over. so horribly sweet, almost too much for anyone to handle as it's unbearably addicting to watch you unravel. and it's clear you're too dumb to register what that sound was just a few seconds ago. too dumb to understand what i'm doing to you, to us. eventually, the routine of a click then my admirable praise would evolve. the click alone now drawing out your pretty whimpers and desperate smiles, body and mind flooding with bliss from the new form of praise.

but in a negative, punishable way, i'd be diligent. making sure to hide it in my palm or behind your back whenever using it. but if i ever did choose to use it, it would be done so sparsely. the sound appearing from maybe once a week, to twice, then so on and so forth. slowly implementing it with my disappointed shushes right before there's a punishment involved. making sure to mark my action, not so much as my emotion, purposefully so it conditions to your emotions, your fear. for example, it's typical for me to respond to your dumb, annoying whines with condescending hums, therefore that wouldn't get marked. but, if i happened to go out of my way to make sure you disappoint me, i'd also ensure a punishment. i'd ask you something specific, a task or question that almost always cracks that perfect, eager-to-please demeanor. happily welcoming your expected hesitance, or even full on refusal, and turning what's usually a sweet interaction of an understanding smile into new learning opportunity for you. my fingers sounding off the clicker, unfolding a new, calculated and sadistic attitude towards you.

"that's not right, honey. you're disappointing me, sweetheart."

watching you slowly realize that i wasn't going to be understanding about your resistance, but rather punish you for it.

another click.

"i thought you were supposed to be good?"

keeping my tone lower than usual, words and expression conveying my definite disappointment. circling my thumb against your pulse before furrowing my brows and shaking my head at you, feigning a disapproval that makes your stomach sink. a pitiful whine soon rolling through your chest.

another click echos between us, your eyes nearly watering at my mean gaze.

"no... no, baby. so, so stupid."

my hand around your throat traveling up between your lips, pressing down on your tongue and forcing my fingers into your throat until i feel you struggle around them.

another click.

"bad, baby."

making you gag on them, never acknowledging your pleading eyes and hands while looking at you. instead making sure my disappointment is as painful as the physical punishment.

another click.

"this is what you get, it's what you deserve."

and another.

"you were so disobedient."

"P-please mommy, too much. I-i can't."

You plead, for what? You don't know. Your senses are so overwhelmed by the intense heat forming in your lower abdomen, fogging your head slightly.

"Oh, poor baby." The soft, sickly sweet mocking tone of her voice, has your hips rolling against her hand. "This is what you asked for, is it not?"

Her thumb rubs slow but firm circles around your clit, her free hand lacing her fingers through yours. Its to much, and not enough at the same time, and she knows it. She's dragging it out, slowing slightly when you get too close.

"P-please, let me cum!"

She doesn't say anything, just quickens her pace tipping you over the edge. Your back arches, muscles tightening, your hand grips her fingers tightly. Her fingers slow briefly, helping you ride it out. She whispers sweet praises in your ear, her thumb rubbing softly on the back of your hand.

Once you've fully come down your hips twitch harshly, her fingers still working at a slow pace inside of you. Small whines leave your mouth, your free hand weakly attempting to push hers away.

1. Are looks important in a relationship?

2. Are relationships ever worth it?

3. Are you a virgin?

4. Are you in a relationship?

5. Are you in love?

6. Are you single this year?

7. Can you commit to one person?

8. Describe your crush

9. Describe your perfect mate

10. Do you believe in love at first sight?

11. Do you ever want to get married?

12. Do you forgive betrayal?

13. Do you get jealous easily?

14. Do you have a crush on anyone?

15. Do you have any piercings?

16. Do you have any tattoos?

17. Do you like kissing in public?

20. Do you shower every day?

21. Do you think someone has feelings for you?

22. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?

23. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?

24. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?

25. Do you want to be in a relationship this year?

26. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?

27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?

28. Have you ever been cheated on?

29. Have you ever cheated on someone?

30. Have you ever considered plastic surgery? If so, what would you change about your body?

31. Have you ever cried over a guy/girl?

32. Have you ever experienced unrequited love?

33. Have you ever had sex with a man?

34. Have you ever had sex with a woman?

35. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?

36. Have you ever liked one of your best friends?

37. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?

38. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?

39. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?

40. Have you ever written a song or poem for someone?

41. Have you had sex so far this year?

42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander?

43. How long was your longest relationship?

44. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?

45. How many people did you kiss in 2012/2013?

46. How many times did you have sex last year?

47. How old are you?

48. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?

49. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her?

50. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?

51. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for?

52. Is there anyone you’ve given up on? Why?

53. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?

54. Is there someone you will never forget?

55. Share a relationship story.

56. State 8 facts about your body

57. Things you want to say to an ex

58. What are five ways to win your heart?

59. What do you look like? (Post a picture!)

60. What is the biggest age difference between you and any of your partners?

61. What is the first thing you notice in someone?

62. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you?

63. What is your definition of “having sex”?

64. What is your definition of cheating?

65. What is your favourite foreplay routine?

66. What is your favourite roleplay?

67. What is your idea of the perfect date?

68. What is your sexual orientation?

69. What turns you off?

70. What turns you on?

71. What was your kinkiest wet dream?

72. What words do you like to hear during sex?

73. What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you?

74. What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for?

75. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you?

76. What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone?

77. What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships?

78. What’s your dirtiest secret?

79. When was the last time you felt jealous? Why?

80. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?

81. Who are five people you find attractive?

82. Who is the last person you hugged?

83. Who was your first kiss with?

84. Why did your last relationship fail?

i want to her to sit there for hours, on edge, unable to do anything but squirm. when i finally fuck her, i want to her to already be so out of it, all she can do is whimper and moan out my name.

it's only once the server has left to tend to other tables that she pulls her hand away and you release the breath you hadn't realized you were holding. she swirls the water around in her cup and laughs, low and quiet, and you can tell by the dark look in her eye how little patience she has left. lucky waitress, leaving when she did.

you bite the inside of your cheek to fight the smile threatening to emerge. of course she notices. "what? you enjoy her attention?" you school your face and shake your head. you both know her attention wasn't what you enjoyed. "you sure? you could always ask for her number when she comes back. i'm sure she'd give it to you." you know better than to flirt with other people just to create this type of reaction in her. but, god, when it comes about naturally? it reminds you just how irresistible it is to tempt fate.

you can't help it. you tell her that she's right, that you just might ask when she comes back with the appetizers. who knows, she could be fun. eager to please, from the looks of it. the last few words of your sentence are interrupted by the abrupt sound of her chair's legs sliding against the floor and the smug smile on your lips only grows as her fingers wrap around your wrist. she tugs you towards the restrooms hard enough that it's clear she's not worried about your comfort.

you're not surprised when you end up pressed against the bathroom door, her nails digging in slightly where they rest around the base of your throat. "eager to please, huh?" she doesn't wait for an answer, just grabs your hand from where it had landed naturally on her waist and guides it under the waistband of her pants. you suppress the noise that always forms in your throat when you feel how wet she gets for you, not looking to add interrupting to your growing list of offenses. "that sounds a little like you, doesn't it, baby?"

instinctively, you press deeper into her, unintentionally proving her words to be true, all of your focus narrowing in on her voice and the feeling of her against you. "that's what i thought. so predictable." she keeps her grip on your wrist, pinning it in place as she grinds against your fingers. "you want to make me feel good, yeah?" you nod a bit too quickly. you can't help it. she knows exactly how to get you. "not her? because we can sto-" you're shaking your head and protesting before she can even finish the threat, but her hips still against your hand.

you say everything she'd want to hear. that you're sure, that you were joking, that you had just wanted a reaction out of her. "it's a shame. i would have let you fuck me if you had behaved." she's already pulling your hand out by the time you process what she's said. you protest, but she just hums, busy kissing down the side of your neck, your words turning into a pained groan as she bites down unexpectedly.

if you were paying more attention, you'd recognize that the teeth marks she left just barely peeking out from underneath your shirt collar were entirely intentional. and if you were really thinking, you might even realize that she was keeping you here just long enough for the waitress to notice you had both disappeared at the same time.

she brings your hand to her lips, sucking your fingers clean before pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek and then one to the still-darkening mark at the base of your throat. and with that she guides your body out of her way, flipping the latch on the door and holding it open as she gestures for you to go first. "c'mon, i'm hungry."