Get Up

He wanted me to get up and show him my new shoes by walking around the room.

“Get up,” he says, his tone firm.

I scootch from the middle of the bed, but it was not fast enough for Him.

“Get UP,” he repeats. “Oh, wait, perhaps you need some help?”

He reaches down his hands extended. I go to put my hands on his, but he slaps them away, and grabs my nipples. Lifting them high and not stopping, I find myself standing, then standing on tiptoe, then whimpering.

“Oh, you’re up. Okay then,” he says as he drops my tits.

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