The Elastic Band

Snap!

She felt the sting on her wrist.

"Ow!" Sammy suddenly whimpered. She had just sat down on the couch, and the pain was enough to get her to stand back up.

There's something I forgot to do, she thought. The sensation of the elastic band striking her sensitive wrist was something she had been using for several months. The pain was intense, but it was brief. Sammy looked around.

Brushing her long, sandy blonde hair from her face, she inspected the room. What am I forgetting? she asked herself. Her eyes fell over a stack of papers her boyfriend Kyle had placed on the table. His thesis paper kept getting longer. Sammy didn't notice Kyle arrive home, but the papers let her know he'd been here recently.

Casting her eyes around the room again, Sammy saw Kyle's shirt and jacket folded over the back of a dining room chair. That's it, she remembered. I was going to do the laundry.

Relieved that she had remembered what she had planned, Sammy smiled, scooped up the newfound clothes, and took them to the laundry room. As cramped as their apartment was, Sammy was pleased that they had managed to find a clean apartment with in-suite laundry close to Kyle's school. He had received an advanced degree the year before, and Sammy was very proud of her boyfriend.

Sitting on their bed, watching her from the bedroom, Kyle smiled to himself. Admiring Sammy's petite, slender body doing the household chores, he felt like the happiest man in the world.

A few hours later, as Kyle was cooking dinner, Sammy came out from the freshly-cleaned bathroom, steam billowing behind her. She liked to have a shower after doing housework, and she had been a very industrious girl today. Several times since he had gotten home, Kyle had praised her hard work. "You work a lot harder than me," was her usual refrain. Today she had cooed it from her knees as she was helping Kyle unwind.

Walking slowly over to the couch in a pair of Kyle's old boxers and a loose-fitting shirt, Sammy wrapped her hair in a towel and began to sit on the couch.

Snap!

Sammy felt as the elastic band around her wrist snapped against her skin again, making her squeal. She hoped Kyle hadn't heard. He had teased her about using an elastic band to keep herself from doing certain things. This time, Sammy knew that she had been trying to exercise more, and she liked to do yoga while watching television. Changing course, she pulled out her yoga mat and unfurled it in the middle of the room. She began to stretch.

Halfway through her routine, the towel began to loosen. Frustrated, she scowled and kneeled to pick it back up. Snap! She flinched. No, she thought. I need to finish the routine before doing anything else. Sammy's discipline had become so strong since using the elastic band, that she was easily able to brush her frustration aside. Allowing a feeling of pride to wash over her, Sammy continued with her regimen.

But it wasn't long before Sammy realized another problem. While entering her downward dog pose, Sammy's head met the ground as her ass rose into the air, causing her shirt to completely fall off her chest, blinding her as it hung off her head, exposing her chest toward the kitchen. Sammy heard a sizzle as Kyle flipped something in a frying pan. Humiliated that she'd forgotten to wear a tighter shirt, Sammy lifted one hand off the ground to fix the problem, determined to complete her workout. Snap! Pain caused her to blink. No! I need to do my stretches properly! Sammy's desire to fix her shirt dissolved, as she once again felt a sense of pride, colored slightly by the hope that Kyle wasn't watching.

Moments later, however, the problem became worse. The boxers Sammy had worn were also loose, and were slipping down. Her face beet red, Sammy tentatively slid a hand toward them, but as expected, Sammy felt the snap!

Only a few seconds needed to pass for Sammy's entire body to be on full display to any onlooker who cared to stare. But determination to maintain her own fit body overwhelmed Sammy, and while she sometimes hated this dogged devotion, she had to admit, there was something a little exciting about being on full display like this. As Sammy considered how long she had before Kyle noticed her predicament, she noticed that the sounds from the kitchen had quieted.

"Your ass looks as perfect as ever," Kyle's voice called from overtop of her. Sammy's stomach sank. She was caught, and she hated this situation she had placed herself into. She hoped desperately that Kyle didn't think she was weird for doing this. Finally convinced to end her workout early, Sammy's knees sank to the ground.

Snap.

Sammy rose again, her hair spread on the ground around her, her clothes covering her eyes, and her ass and pussy facing Kyle directly. Sammy wasn't sure why, but she was still determined to finish the workout. She stammered. "Uh, umm... S-sorry--"

Snap.

She quieted down. What am I doing, she asked herself. She had no idea.

"Control your breathing while you stretch, Sam. Focus on that."

Sam realized that this is why she'd snapped her wrist. She took a deep breath. "Yes, Kyle."

"Good girl."

Sammy's entire body relaxed and collaped to the ground. She had been holding that pose for almost five minutes. She felt exhausted.

Snap.

But she wasn't done. Limbs shaking, Sammy got back up.

"Good girl!"

Sammy collapsed again. Whimpering, she waited for what she knew was about to--

Snap.

Sammy, weakened to such a state that she was seeing more stars than the room around her, began struggling to get back up.

"You're working so hard, Sam. I am so proud of you." Kyle's voice hung on the word so, making Sammy feel like Kyle had never been more proud of her in their lives. Not that they had been dating for that long, she thought. Kyle's voice continued.

"Here, maybe this will help." Sammy heard a firm, oversized pillow slide across the floor underneath her weakened body. Sammy was baffled. The cushion supported her body, actually pushing it up in the air, eliminating any possibility of stretching. She groaned, and began to push it away.

Snap.

Confused, Sammy couldn't understand why she had snapped her wrist again. With both hands on the ground, she couldn't even see how she could have. Checking to see if Kyle was touching the band, Sammy noticed that both of her wrists were bare.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

"No looking!" Kyle called down playfully, realizing as he usually did around this point what Sammy was realizing. An expert at keeping Sammy's mind locked down, he flooded her mind with pain until she forgot what she was looking for.

Tears began trickling down Sammy's face, her whole body flushing as her heart began beating faster. She had just felt such excruciating pain that she almost blacked out, but she was quickly overwhelmed with a glowing pride at doing the right thing, whatever that might have been. She heard Kyle's pants hit the floor for the second time since he had arrived home. "Uh... I don't-" Snap! "I mean, I want you inside me right now!" Sammy groaned. Kyle's lips touched her neck.

"I know you've been waiting your entire life to let me fuck you over this pillow," he purred into her ear. He was right. She had.

For the next thirty minutes, Sammy realized that she had never been in sync with any person as much as she was with Kyle. She knew his tastes and wishes perfectly, anticipating them with a sharp snap on her wrist each time he wanted her to change positions, ride him faster or slower, use her ass or mouth, or tell him how devoted to his cock she was and would be for the rest of her life. Sammy felt like she fit Kyle's life, and his body, like a glove. She meant what she said.

Holding Sammy's waist with one hand while snapping his fingers with the other, Kyle molded his girlfriend's actions like putty. "You love the taste of my cum."

"Uhh, m-mayb-" SNAP!

"Yesssss!!!"

And you love the taste of your pussy on my cock when I cum in your mouth, don't you?"

"Mmm... N-n-" SNAP!

"Ughh, yes Kyle, I want the taste now!!!"

Kyle closed his eyes and let his orgasm wash over him. Gasping for air, he asked, "So, what are you going to do now, slut?"

This time, Kyle didn't need to snap.