harder,” he replied. “Tell me how it makes you feel.”
She moaned as her head rolled on the pillow.
“Serena, obey me. Tell me what you’re feeling.”
“The pressure inside me,” she managed to whisper. “It’s increasing.”
“Where?”
“Inside my belly.”
“That’s not where it is. Is it your pussy? Is your pussy feeling it?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Say it, Serena. Say it and tell me what you’re feeling.”
“Like a fire is building up in…in my…,” she swallowed, shuddering. “In my pussy. I feel like my entire body is burning up and I can’t stand it anymore.”
“You can,” he encouraged. “Press the vibrator harder. What do you…”
Obeying him before he had finished, she cried out.
“God, master! I can’t…”
“Tug on the chain holding the clamps.” Blindly her hand groped for the thin chain. A finger hooked it and pulled. She gasped.
“Master, it’s like a…,” her poor brain struggled to work. “It hurts my nipples but my pussy tightened and…
“Very good,” he murmured. “Take the clamps off as you push the vibrator hard against your clit.” She struggled to take a deep breath and finally managed. Relieved, she exhaled and gasped as pain merged with pleasure. Taking a quick breath, she pinched her fingers around the first clamp handle.
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the second. Fire surged through her body.
“Ooooo!”
She arched off the bed then curled up. Gasping for breath, she rolled to her side. She felt blindly for the remote and turned it off.
“Serena?”
“Oh,
my
God,”
she
panted.
“That
was…incredible. I’ve never had an orgasm so strong.
Last night didn’t come close to this.”
“Last night? You masturbated?”
“If you can call it that,” she smiled against the pillow. “I was reading the story you marked from the first book.”
“It turned you on that much?”
“Yes,” she said shyly.
“How often do you masturbate?”
“Would you believe that’s only about the fourth time?”
“When was the first time?”
Serena took a deep breath and tried to speak in a normal voice. “In college, my roommates and I got a bit tipsy one night before graduation. Shelly showed us what to do.”
“What about the story turned you on?”
“He was so forceful even as he was tender with her. I got the feeling they’d been having marital problems and he hoped to break down the barriers they’d erected.”
“Forceful and tender,” came the mulling tone.
“I’ll remember that.” There was a pause as if he was gathering his thoughts. “I’m pleased with how things went tonight, although you have earned two punishments.”
“What?” she blinked, her mind still recovering from the orgasm. “Why?”
“Discipline is key to our relationship,” he said in an edgy voice. “Primarily spankings. And you have earned two. Tell me what you did.” 59
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“I came without permission,” she replied, remembering that from what she had read. “I don’t know the second.”
“Constantly resisted my orders,” he reminded her. “You don’t tell me no . Now, your friends will be over in about ten minutes. I’ll call you tomorrow morning at ten with the plans.”
“Yes, master,” she whispered, dazed.
“Good night,” he said softly, amusement in his voice.
At the silence, she reached out and pushed the red button to disconnect.
What just happened? What did she just do? Did she, a girl from a little town near the Canadian border and a family that filled four pews of the church they’d attended for five generations, just masturbate with a vibrator while a sexual dominant instructed her?
For a long moment, she stared at the vibrator.
Letting it fall to the comforter, she drew her knees up and hugged herself. It was the strangest, weirdest, most thrilling thing she’d ever done.
Closing her eyes, she reviewed what had happened.
Punishment. Her eyes
She moaned as her head rolled on the pillow.
“Serena, obey me. Tell me what you’re feeling.”
“The pressure inside me,” she managed to whisper. “It’s increasing.”
“Where?”
“Inside my belly.”
“That’s not where it is. Is it your pussy? Is your pussy feeling it?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Say it, Serena. Say it and tell me what you’re feeling.”
“Like a fire is building up in…in my…,” she swallowed, shuddering. “In my pussy. I feel like my entire body is burning up and I can’t stand it anymore.”
“You can,” he encouraged. “Press the vibrator harder. What do you…”
Obeying him before he had finished, she cried out.
“God, master! I can’t…”
“Tug on the chain holding the clamps.” Blindly her hand groped for the thin chain. A finger hooked it and pulled. She gasped.
“Master, it’s like a…,” her poor brain struggled to work. “It hurts my nipples but my pussy tightened and…
“Very good,” he murmured. “Take the clamps off as you push the vibrator hard against your clit.” She struggled to take a deep breath and finally managed. Relieved, she exhaled and gasped as pain merged with pleasure. Taking a quick breath, she pinched her fingers around the first clamp handle.
As blood rushed into the nipple, she quickly freed 58
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the second. Fire surged through her body.
“Ooooo!”
She arched off the bed then curled up. Gasping for breath, she rolled to her side. She felt blindly for the remote and turned it off.
“Serena?”
“Oh,
my
God,”
she
panted.
“That
was…incredible. I’ve never had an orgasm so strong.
Last night didn’t come close to this.”
“Last night? You masturbated?”
“If you can call it that,” she smiled against the pillow. “I was reading the story you marked from the first book.”
“It turned you on that much?”
“Yes,” she said shyly.
“How often do you masturbate?”
“Would you believe that’s only about the fourth time?”
“When was the first time?”
Serena took a deep breath and tried to speak in a normal voice. “In college, my roommates and I got a bit tipsy one night before graduation. Shelly showed us what to do.”
“What about the story turned you on?”
“He was so forceful even as he was tender with her. I got the feeling they’d been having marital problems and he hoped to break down the barriers they’d erected.”
“Forceful and tender,” came the mulling tone.
“I’ll remember that.” There was a pause as if he was gathering his thoughts. “I’m pleased with how things went tonight, although you have earned two punishments.”
“What?” she blinked, her mind still recovering from the orgasm. “Why?”
“Discipline is key to our relationship,” he said in an edgy voice. “Primarily spankings. And you have earned two. Tell me what you did.” 59
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“I came without permission,” she replied, remembering that from what she had read. “I don’t know the second.”
“Constantly resisted my orders,” he reminded her. “You don’t tell me no . Now, your friends will be over in about ten minutes. I’ll call you tomorrow morning at ten with the plans.”
“Yes, master,” she whispered, dazed.
“Good night,” he said softly, amusement in his voice.
At the silence, she reached out and pushed the red button to disconnect.
What just happened? What did she just do? Did she, a girl from a little town near the Canadian border and a family that filled four pews of the church they’d attended for five generations, just masturbate with a vibrator while a sexual dominant instructed her?
For a long moment, she stared at the vibrator.
Letting it fall to the comforter, she drew her knees up and hugged herself. It was the strangest, weirdest, most thrilling thing she’d ever done.
Closing her eyes, she reviewed what had happened.
Punishment. Her eyes