A month ago, Sweetness decided she needed to control my water intake. She was probably right. There are days I hardly drink anything and no water. She decided I needed to drink 64 oz or about 2 liters. This was a challenge and many days I fell short. She would dock me points from my daily score for not reaching the full amount. Initially it was random but soon became a 5 point deduction for 16 oz or half a liter. Being short by half of that would be a 3 point deduction. To put this in perspective, if I lose 9 points each day I don’t earn an orgasm that week. So 5 points is huge considering, all the other tasks I’m accountable for,
As we approached the month mark, Sweetness commented that she planned to make me drink one gallon or about 4 liters a day. “That seems excessive.” I blurted out. From where I was coming from it seemed impossible. “Uh, no. It’s the recommended about to maintain health.” She retorted.
On the one month mark, she made the decision to step it up. She had worked me up with a few minutes of teasing. “It’s time you started drinking more water.” She gave a long slow stroke over my ridged cock and bit into my ear. I didn’t say anything but waited for my new order. “I want you to drink the 64 oz before you leave work on those days or before I get home on that day. Then you will have another 16oz after dinner.” “Sweetness!” I exclaimed. Cant we just start with an extra 8 oz and let me drink half the full amount at work?” “No!” she stated firmly.
Between her domination and the control she was exerting stepping up my water consumption, my cock was stiff and bulging. I was sure she could feel the difference since she started laying out her new law. “You need to have the 64oz drank or you do not get to come home.” There has to be an alternative. That seemed very hard to do. “Can I just take a five point deduction if I am short?” I would rather risk not earning an orgasm for the week that not get to come home to you.” I pleaded. “Mmmm, I know and that is why you will finish the water at work.” She said flatly. “And, so you don’t chug it all at the end of the day, You will have 32 oz drank by 1pm or you will lose 10 points.” My cock was straining in her grasp. Her strictness was intoxicating. “But, to help ease you into this, I will lower the amount you need to drink after dinner to 12 oz.” She continued to gently stroke the length of my shaft in a reassuring, soothing way. “Thank you Sweetness. You are benevolent.” “For now. I will get you up to a gallon a day and you will and it will become part of your ongoing task to maintain it.”
Increasing her control always gets me excited as I love the feeling of her dominating me.