spoiled brat

Sorry, am I pushing against your bladder? Is it hard to hold it when I'm forcing myself inside of you and pushing on your cute lil tummy? That's a shame. Don't make a mess now, I just washed these sheets...

Aww you look so uncomfortable! I'm nearly done honey, just a little longer. Let me get your legs up on my shoul- ahhh... I suppose that was too much, hm?

You land hard on your knees, wincing at the combined pain and soon after coming to realize how dizzy that hit to the head has left you. You open your mouth to speak, but before you get a word out she calls another command. "Silence". Your mouth snaps shut, you bite your tongue in the process of your involuntary movement and blood trickles from both the corners of your lips and your nose.

Your blink a few times and try to orient yourself. After a moment of watching the world spin, you force your eyes to focus on the image in front of you. The girl before you is unfastening the button to her jeans and hastily dropping her pants. She rests her hand on your face and cherished the dazed look on your face, before thumbing at your bottom lip and speaking her next command. "Open".

Your mouth opens halfway. You try to assemble the beginning of a protestation, placing your hands beneath you to steady yourself. Her next command comes too soon for it to matter much. "Be still". Every muscle in your body freezes. You find yourself tense and still in an instant. Her voice rings out once more. "Stick out your tongue". Your tongue lazily rolls out of your mouth, much to your worry. The wound from biting your tongue is rather deep, and blood trickles down your tongue and off your chin.