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Allie watched him as he worked, uneasy, silent. Good. Let her worry. He manipulated the reflector to give off a soft-edged light. He turned off the hotel room lights.
The light from the DFX-90, mild now, illuminated her pretty face. She really was an attractive woman. He moved to stand behind her.
“This is the DFX-90 spot lamp prototype, Mine. The one you were so eager to get a look at. It’s a present for you. A little technology to play with. But tonight I’ll be playing with it.”
“Sir?”
He ran the barrel to increase the intensity of the beam. She turned her head away from the light.
Standing behind her, he grasped the sides of her head, forcing her to look at the painfully dazzling beam.
“This is an interrogation,” he said.
She struggled briefly against his hold. “I don’t like this scene.”
“And that’s about the only honest thing you’ve said all night. Which we will rectify. I don’t like liars.”
Waves of heat came off the lamp. Not enough to burn her, but sufficient to add a little more sensation.
“I’m not a liar, Sir.”
She sounded so sincere, so meek. She was still a liar.
“You still going to insist that you didn’t pleasure yourself?” he asked.
She paused, blinking at the spot. Thinking. Weighing. Probably wishing the questioning would be over.
“Sir,” she whispered.
Her posture was soft and submissive. She hoped he would have sympathy for her and back off.
“Yes or no,” he demanded. “Did you masturbate?”
“Yes,” she finally said, pressing her eyes shut against the brilliant light. “Not on purpose, though. I was just daydreaming, and I must have been stroking or something, because all of sudden, I was coming, and it was over. Tonight was the very first time. It was an accident.”
Finally, the truth.
“Thank you,” he said softly, still holding her head immobile. “Do you understand why I ask for your chastity?”
“Yes. For bigger and better orgasms.”
“That’s right. Dissipation and diversion will diminish release.”
“Yes. It’s true. It does. Can you turn off the lamp now?”
“I can, Mine. But I won’t. The interrogation continues.”
“Why?”
“You presume to interrogate me?”
“No.” Her voice was contrite. Tears squeezed out of her still-shut eyes and she dropped her head.
He enjoyed grilling her. It didn’t arouse him in a sexual way, but it still satisfied him deeply. Spanking her had been a duty, an unpleasant chore. Interrogating his property was a pleasure. The harsh light magnified every nuance of her expression. He could observe her very thought process. He was making her more self-aware.
He jerked her head back up to face the painful light, square on. “Open your eyes.”
She obeyed.
“Now let’s talk about lying,” he said. “Why did you lie to me?”
After a long pause, she said, “I didn’t want to get into trouble, Sir. I convinced myself that since my, um, dissipation was an accident, it didn’t really happen.”
“Dishonesty offends me as a person. As a man. As an owner. Lying erodes trust. Lying is dangerous to you, to me, to our union. Do you understand why it’s dangerous?”
Heat radiated off the lamp. She bit her lower lip. After a while she answered him. “Because next time I lie, you’ll get really mad and hit me too hard? And you’ll regret doing it?”
Sadness seeped into his chest. “No. I’ll never lose my temper with you. Allie, the biggest threat to your safety and to our relationship is lying to please me.”
“But I want to please you. It matters to me.”
“But your desire to serve can’t override your duty to honesty. What if you need to safeout, but you won’t, because you think I’m enjoying play too much?”
She exhaled a long breath. “I never thought of it that way. I’ll be more honest, Sir. I’ll use my safeword if I need to.”
He fervently hoped so. “Do you remember your safeword?”
“Yes. It’s ‘over.’”
“You can safeout,
The light from the DFX-90, mild now, illuminated her pretty face. She really was an attractive woman. He moved to stand behind her.
“This is the DFX-90 spot lamp prototype, Mine. The one you were so eager to get a look at. It’s a present for you. A little technology to play with. But tonight I’ll be playing with it.”
“Sir?”
He ran the barrel to increase the intensity of the beam. She turned her head away from the light.
Standing behind her, he grasped the sides of her head, forcing her to look at the painfully dazzling beam.
“This is an interrogation,” he said.
She struggled briefly against his hold. “I don’t like this scene.”
“And that’s about the only honest thing you’ve said all night. Which we will rectify. I don’t like liars.”
Waves of heat came off the lamp. Not enough to burn her, but sufficient to add a little more sensation.
“I’m not a liar, Sir.”
She sounded so sincere, so meek. She was still a liar.
“You still going to insist that you didn’t pleasure yourself?” he asked.
She paused, blinking at the spot. Thinking. Weighing. Probably wishing the questioning would be over.
“Sir,” she whispered.
Her posture was soft and submissive. She hoped he would have sympathy for her and back off.
“Yes or no,” he demanded. “Did you masturbate?”
“Yes,” she finally said, pressing her eyes shut against the brilliant light. “Not on purpose, though. I was just daydreaming, and I must have been stroking or something, because all of sudden, I was coming, and it was over. Tonight was the very first time. It was an accident.”
Finally, the truth.
“Thank you,” he said softly, still holding her head immobile. “Do you understand why I ask for your chastity?”
“Yes. For bigger and better orgasms.”
“That’s right. Dissipation and diversion will diminish release.”
“Yes. It’s true. It does. Can you turn off the lamp now?”
“I can, Mine. But I won’t. The interrogation continues.”
“Why?”
“You presume to interrogate me?”
“No.” Her voice was contrite. Tears squeezed out of her still-shut eyes and she dropped her head.
He enjoyed grilling her. It didn’t arouse him in a sexual way, but it still satisfied him deeply. Spanking her had been a duty, an unpleasant chore. Interrogating his property was a pleasure. The harsh light magnified every nuance of her expression. He could observe her very thought process. He was making her more self-aware.
He jerked her head back up to face the painful light, square on. “Open your eyes.”
She obeyed.
“Now let’s talk about lying,” he said. “Why did you lie to me?”
After a long pause, she said, “I didn’t want to get into trouble, Sir. I convinced myself that since my, um, dissipation was an accident, it didn’t really happen.”
“Dishonesty offends me as a person. As a man. As an owner. Lying erodes trust. Lying is dangerous to you, to me, to our union. Do you understand why it’s dangerous?”
Heat radiated off the lamp. She bit her lower lip. After a while she answered him. “Because next time I lie, you’ll get really mad and hit me too hard? And you’ll regret doing it?”
Sadness seeped into his chest. “No. I’ll never lose my temper with you. Allie, the biggest threat to your safety and to our relationship is lying to please me.”
“But I want to please you. It matters to me.”
“But your desire to serve can’t override your duty to honesty. What if you need to safeout, but you won’t, because you think I’m enjoying play too much?”
She exhaled a long breath. “I never thought of it that way. I’ll be more honest, Sir. I’ll use my safeword if I need to.”
He fervently hoped so. “Do you remember your safeword?”
“Yes. It’s ‘over.’”
“You can safeout,
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