Perspiration
dampened her skin.
“Master, please,” she whispered, barely able to hear
her own voice. “Let me take it out.”
“Press it 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. As
blood rushed into the nipple, she quickly freed 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.”
“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
dampened her skin.
“Master, please,” she whispered, barely able to hear
her own voice. “Let me take it out.”
“Press it 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. As
blood rushed into the nipple, she quickly freed 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.”
“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
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