Fifty Shades of BDSM Trilogy
legs.”
    Expecting another punishment for some unknown
disobedience, I did as I was told. No spanking came though.
Instead, I heard the distinct sound of latex gloves snapping into
place and then the squirting of some liquid, which I could only
assume was a type of lubricant. For a brief second, a smidgeon of
fear passed through me at the thought that I was in the perfect
position to get fucked from behind, but then I relaxed again. The
truth was that I trusted this man. He was not going to do anything
to me unless he told me first.
    I could hear heavy footsteps approaching from
behind, and I braced myself for whatever was to come next. With a
palm on my back, Master Benjamin willed me to bend lower, and so I
did, letting my breasts rest against the cold leather table. I
blushed at how hard my nipples were, enjoying this strange new
stimulation.
    “Jack Kemble explicitly told us that we're
not to penetrate your pussy,” Master Benjamin said. “He wants to
keep your virgin flower intact for himself. However, he did say
that we could penetrate your mouth and your ass. Right now, I'm
going to penetrate your ass with my finger.”
    The knot that had been in my stomach since
arriving at the resort instantly doubled, and all thoughts of
comfort fled. This I did not agree to—would not allow. I turned
before Master Benjamin could lay another finger on me.
    “Out of the question,” I mustered up my
bravest voice.
    He gave me a look that suggested he didn't
care one way or another, holding up the finger that was generously
lathered with lube. “You can always leave if you want to. I'm not
going to do anything to you that you don't want.”
    I thought for a minute, crossing my arms over
my chest, suddenly very aware of my nakedness. “Well, I want to
stay, but I don't want to be penetrated.”
    “That's not how it works, dear. It's all or
nothing. You won't get the full benefit of the course unless you
allow us to go as far as we can take this. The only reason we even
allowed you to come with that stipulation is because Mr. Kemble
paid a substantial amount of money for us to take you.”
    Mr. Kemble again. I scowled. How dare he
allow them to molest me like this? Didn't he care at all about my
virtue?
    “You need to make a decision right here and
now,” Master Benjamin continued. “Master Neil already told me that
if you acted up like this, I was to send you packing right away.
But I know your condition, and I know that you're scared, and
that's why I'm giving you this choice.
    “I already promised that I wouldn't do
anything to hurt you, and so far I've lived up to my part of that
bargain. And to be honest, I think you're making great progress.
I'm not going to lie to you though. This is the easy stuff right
now. Things are going to get a lot more invasive from here on
out.
    “This is your last chance to decide to stay.
In case you haven't noticed, I'm a bit of a softie. The man who
will be taking over your training tomorrow will not hesitate to
send you out the front door without a thought.
    “If you want to leave, then leave, but know
that if you leave now, you can never come back. I don't know where
Mister Kemble will try to send you after this, but men like him are
used to getting their way, so I'm sure he'll try to send you off
again. Perhaps next time to somewhere a lot less cushy than this
place. And trust me honey, there are a lot worse places than this.
I've worked at some of them.” He gave me a very honest look. “It's
about time for lunch. How about this? We'll take an early lunch.
That will give you an hour to think about things. If you want to
continue with the course, I'll see you here after lunch. But.” The
finger with the lube twitched, and a large glob of it ran down onto
his hand. “If you don't intend to give this one hundred percent, if
you think that there is even a hint of a chance that you'll resist
again, do us both a favor, and don't come back. I really hate to
have to kick people out, but

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