Page 45 of House Rules
“It’s simple. I’m going to tell you to look for something in the room, and you’re going to do it. If you move away from the object, I’m going to tell you that you’re getting cold. You move towards it, you’re getting hot, understand?”
“Yes,” she says, staring at the floor.
“Good, now get on your knees.”
With only the briefest of hesitations, she lowers herself to her knees. I grab the back of her neck, forcing her down until she is on all fours.
“I want something wet,” I say. “Fetch.”
I slap her ass, enjoying the way the dress stretched over her skin ripples with the movement. She moves to stand.
“No,” I say, pushing her back down. “Crawl.”
Muttering something indistinguishable, she gets back on all fours and crawls towards the door.
“Cold,” I bark out.
She moves to the closet.
“Cold,” I say again.
She comes over to me, and I shake my head in disappointment.
“Still cold, kitten.”
She looks around for a moment and heads to the mini fridge.
“Warmer,” I call out.
She keeps working her way to the mini fridge, opens the door and grabs a bottle of Coke.
“Fiery hot, kitten. Now bring it to me.”
Again, she starts to stand.
“I did not give you permission to get on your feet,” I say, raising one eyebrow. “Put the cap in your mouth and bring it to me on all fours, like a good girl.”
Eyes blazing, she follows my order, her tits swaying with every shuffled slide over the carpet.
Fuck me, this girl is perfect.
My cock was hard the second I saw her ass in the air when I came into the room, but now it’s like fucking steel.
I take the drink from her mouth and brush a lock of her light caramel hair behind her ear.
“There’s something else in this room I want you to find,” I tell her. “Do it.”
“What do you?—”
“I did not give you permission to speak. Go find it.” I interrupt her. There’s nothing for her to find. I just want to watch her ass sway while she crawls around and obeys me a little while longer.
“Colder,” I call and she switches her direction, going the other way.
“Colder,” I say again, twisting the cap on the drink and taking a long swallow. I make her hunt every inch of the floor while she looks for absolutely nothing.
“Can I please have a hint, sir?”
I should punish her for asking a question without permission, but how am I supposed to punish the girl who is following my every order so fucking perfectly?
