You lied to me. I told you not to touch yourself while I was gone, but you did it anyway. Then, when I came home and asked if you had been good, you looked at me and said yes. Bad choice, baby. You put the vibrator back in the drawer the wrong way round. Now I know exactly what you did, and I know exactly how to punish you for it. I tie your wrists behind your back, put the vibrator down the front of your panties, and turn it all the way up. No touching. No help. No relief. If the toy was good enough for you earlier, it can make you cum for me now. And once you do, I still do not turn it off. I touch you slowly while you are already shaking: fingertips, nipples, stomach, fingers sliding inside you, body worship while the vibrator keeps going and going. You beg me to stop it. You tell me you are too sensitive. So I make you a deal. Get on your knees. Keep your hands behind your back. Take my cock in your mouth. Make me cum, and I will turn it off. Until then, pretty girl, you can keep taking your punishment.