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possible. “I hate to do this to you, but I’ve come down with something…” she coughed a few more times, making an exaggerated sniff to punctuate her words. “It’s pretty vile. I think I’m going to try and fight it off, maybe come in tomorrow.” She set her phone down.
“It is difficult for me to know how to feel,” Jan said, as Andrea stepped heavily back towards the bed. “On the one hand, as a good Master, I should punish you for lying to your boss. On the other side of the coin, I am happy you will be spending the day with me, and think I should reward you for your cleverness.”
Andrea laughed, slipping under the covers and curling up close to Jan’s body. She had noticed that he was warmer than the average male of her acquaintance. “You could do both,” she suggested, looking up into his unearthly, golden brown eyes. “Punish me for lying and then reward me for being a good little one who does what it takes to be with you.” It surprised Andrea to realize how easily she had fallen into her role as Jan’s sub already. But then , she thought, it was hard not to get into the role when she had had seventy-two hours of intensive training . Jan seemed to be nearly insatiable, apart from occasionally needing to eat, sleep, and relieve himself; he had been eager to take advantage of every moment they had together to instill his dominance over her. He told her more than once that he wanted to complete the mating ritual with her before anything else happened.
“I like this idea,” Jan said, his voice dropping low. His hands wandered over her body, caressing and teasing her, and Andrea felt herself becoming aroused automatically, falling into the state of ready desire and eagerness to please him. Jan pulled her face up to his and kissed her hungrily, his forked tongue probing her mouth, the ends slightly tickling her gums. Jan covered her body with his own, barely holding his weight off of her, and Andrea shivered at the feeling of his member digging into her; she still wasn’t quite accustomed to his enormous size, and her body still ached from taking him over and over again. “You have been a very naughty little one,” he told her, breaking away from her lips. “I must make you understand that lying is bad.”
Andrea nodded obediently, submitting eagerly to whatever he might have in mind. “Please teach me, Master,” she said. She had full trust in Jan; he believed in safe words with a religious fervor. Her sex began to flood with moisture as Jan kissed her once more before lifting himself up off of the bed. He looked around the room and found his coverall, and Andrea waited, her nerves tingling, her skin crawling with anticipation and instinctive fear in spite of her trust.
Jan rifled through the pockets of his coverall, and Andrea felt a flicker of dread. She bit her bottom lip, knowing without having to ask that it would not be a good idea to try and tell him to stop, to try and beg him not to punish her; she had invited it. She knew that if she really couldn’t handle what he was going to do, all she had to do was use her safe word. But all the same, she was—if only slightly—afraid of what his inventive, informed mind would inspire him to use to punish her. She wasn’t sure how much more spanking she could take. She wasn’t sure how much more pain her nipples could possibly endure. He uses the clamps for training, not punishment, she told herself. There had to be something he had in mind, but she had no idea what. Jan glanced at her and smiled slightly, the devil of a look in his eyes.
He left the room and Andrea waited impatiently; she knew it was against the rules—without having to be told—to follow him and ask what he intended to do. She heard noises: rustling, clattering, a mysterious assortment of sounds she couldn’t decipher. Her heart started beating faster in her chest. She swallowed; how crazy was she to invite this first thing in the morning, before she’d
“It is difficult for me to know how to feel,” Jan said, as Andrea stepped heavily back towards the bed. “On the one hand, as a good Master, I should punish you for lying to your boss. On the other side of the coin, I am happy you will be spending the day with me, and think I should reward you for your cleverness.”
Andrea laughed, slipping under the covers and curling up close to Jan’s body. She had noticed that he was warmer than the average male of her acquaintance. “You could do both,” she suggested, looking up into his unearthly, golden brown eyes. “Punish me for lying and then reward me for being a good little one who does what it takes to be with you.” It surprised Andrea to realize how easily she had fallen into her role as Jan’s sub already. But then , she thought, it was hard not to get into the role when she had had seventy-two hours of intensive training . Jan seemed to be nearly insatiable, apart from occasionally needing to eat, sleep, and relieve himself; he had been eager to take advantage of every moment they had together to instill his dominance over her. He told her more than once that he wanted to complete the mating ritual with her before anything else happened.
“I like this idea,” Jan said, his voice dropping low. His hands wandered over her body, caressing and teasing her, and Andrea felt herself becoming aroused automatically, falling into the state of ready desire and eagerness to please him. Jan pulled her face up to his and kissed her hungrily, his forked tongue probing her mouth, the ends slightly tickling her gums. Jan covered her body with his own, barely holding his weight off of her, and Andrea shivered at the feeling of his member digging into her; she still wasn’t quite accustomed to his enormous size, and her body still ached from taking him over and over again. “You have been a very naughty little one,” he told her, breaking away from her lips. “I must make you understand that lying is bad.”
Andrea nodded obediently, submitting eagerly to whatever he might have in mind. “Please teach me, Master,” she said. She had full trust in Jan; he believed in safe words with a religious fervor. Her sex began to flood with moisture as Jan kissed her once more before lifting himself up off of the bed. He looked around the room and found his coverall, and Andrea waited, her nerves tingling, her skin crawling with anticipation and instinctive fear in spite of her trust.
Jan rifled through the pockets of his coverall, and Andrea felt a flicker of dread. She bit her bottom lip, knowing without having to ask that it would not be a good idea to try and tell him to stop, to try and beg him not to punish her; she had invited it. She knew that if she really couldn’t handle what he was going to do, all she had to do was use her safe word. But all the same, she was—if only slightly—afraid of what his inventive, informed mind would inspire him to use to punish her. She wasn’t sure how much more spanking she could take. She wasn’t sure how much more pain her nipples could possibly endure. He uses the clamps for training, not punishment, she told herself. There had to be something he had in mind, but she had no idea what. Jan glanced at her and smiled slightly, the devil of a look in his eyes.
He left the room and Andrea waited impatiently; she knew it was against the rules—without having to be told—to follow him and ask what he intended to do. She heard noises: rustling, clattering, a mysterious assortment of sounds she couldn’t decipher. Her heart started beating faster in her chest. She swallowed; how crazy was she to invite this first thing in the morning, before she’d
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