The first time we used the ball gag, I was sitting on my knees in front of you. You gagged me and told me to start stroking your dick, which I did, eagerly. You said it was cute how I couldn't talk properly, how, when I tried to beg ('please'), it came out muffled, and how I was drooling from the corner of my mouth. When you started touching me, I was so distracted that I stopped stroking you and was reprimanded, which drove me even crazier. I love being told what to do, because I like the option of being a good girl and following your instructions, or being something else and not following them. I like to see what you do when I don't.
One day I want you to wake up to me sucking your dick. Maybe you're dreaming, or you're just very sleepy, and you start to feel good and a little horny, and slowly, as you wake up, you realize that I've got you in my mouth, with my lips tight but my mouth spacious, the way you taught me, going a bit deeper and then a bit deeper until it hits the back of my throat. You can decide what to do next, whether you pull me up and turn me around and fuck me, or if you keep thrusting into my mouth until you cum. I'll take it whichever way you want.
It was late and we were in bed trying to sleep. You started stroking me. Would I be a good girl and let you fuck me so that you could fall asleep? Yes, of course, please. I nestled closer to you and pressed my ass against your dick. You were already hard and I was already wet and so we didn't have to wait long until you were inside me. I'd wanted to tell you before that, if you ever woke up horny or couldn't sleep, then you could always fuck me. You just wake me up — maybe I'm a bit groggy and confused at first — and then all you have to do is press yourself against me or stroke me for a bit, just on my leg or hip or the back of my neck, and I'll be wet and desperate and mewling in your ear, begging you to take me.
