If You Give A Mouse A Cookie...
So you gave me control of your orgasms, and for a while, that was... arousing. But I wasn't convinced that you were mine. So I started asking for other things... Your obedience, for example.
Oh, at first I'd only have you do sexy things, like stroke that little cage for me or bring me to orgasm with your tongue. You acquiesced to that soon enough. But then I'd invite you over and tell you there would be no playtime unless you cleaned the house first. Or fixed the broken screen door. Or any number of tedious tasks that seemed like such small barriers to your orgasm, easy enough to muddle through. And then, when you finished, I'd peruse your work and tell you, no, you didn't get this spot, or no, it never squeaked like that before, but maybe I'd consider letting you out if you did a good enough job cleaning me out....
And every day I'd give you more and more to do, and every day you'd do it more and more readily, snapping to attention with a desperation borne of desire. I didn't even have to offer you release, after a while. It's not as though I would have given it to you anyways.
And so, slowly, I stripped away your freedom. But I wanted more...