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Click here"Yes, Master," I replied, "although I'm not certain I can control myself."
"Do your best. Because if you do come, you'll be punished," he warned.
"Yes Master."
"Good girl," he said like I was twelve, and then he was gone... or at least I assumed he was.
I have no idea how long I was lying there bound... but it felt like an eternity. The buzzing drove me wild and got me incredibly horny... yet not enough to orgasm, so at least for now, obeying Rule Eight wasn't difficult. Or at least not very.
It also gave me time... a seemingly endless amount of time... to replay the night... replay the week...
It also gave me time to think... time to feel... which in turn gave me time to make my way through a plethora of feelings and emotions. Such as...
Desire... I'd never wanted a man more in my life.
Guilt... I'd not only cheated on my husband, but I'd allowed lust to lead the way, and I wasn't about to stop doing so.
Helplessness... I had absolutely no control over my actions tonight. I simply couldn't deny Master Paul anything.
Exhilaration... at the overwhelming pleasure that had consumed me only a short while ago.
Obedience... because it allowed me just to let go of myself and obey mindlessly.
Relief... to finally be with a man who understood my needs... seemingly even better than I did!
All this time my need for an orgasm had been growing, and I was a sopping wet mess when he returned... his voice sending chills throughout my entire body.
"Good job," he said. "Orgasm denial is a key aspect of your training."
"Does that mean I have permission to come now?" I asked. "Please?"
"Not yet, but very soon. The ability to come on command is another important aspect of your training," he said as I felt him climbing onto the bed and sliding the vibrator, that had been buzzing for who knows how long, all the way inside me... making me realize this toy had a very impressive battery life.
"Oh my God, now that devil toy is driving me crazy! Please Master, please, may your slut come?" I pleaded, knowing I was suddenly mere seconds away from an apocalyptic eruption.
"You may come on seven," he said as he pumped the toy in and out of my pussy.
"Oh fuck, that'll be an eternity," I moaned.
"One, two, three..."
"Four, five, six..." I counted aloud with him.
"Seven," he said. "You may come... right... NOW!"
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck," I screamed, since with permission granted, I had the most intense orgasm of my life... without a doubt... as I soaked him and his bed by squirting all over the place!
"That's it, enjoy your orgasm: gifted to you by your Master."
"So good," I moaned weakly, my entire body usurped of energy.
As I laid there, he untied my arms and legs, and then surprised me by retying my ankles and wrists together all into one. I felt, and probably looked, just like a calf tied up in a rodeo.
"I only fuck my pets while they're tied up," he explained.
"Then I hope I'll get tied up a lot," I shot back, my orgasm still not completely finished running its course through me, but now the very welcome implication was I was finally going to be fucked.
Truth was, I'd never fantasized, or even considered bondage as something that might turn me on, but the ultimate helplessness of the experience... the undeniable fact of my being one hundred percent subject to his every whim, had me really excited. I mean I fully intended that from now on I would obey his every whim, but having even that choice taken away was a real kick for me!
"Do you wish to cheat on your husband by taking my cock in your pussy?" he asked rather formally, as still blindfolded, I felt him bring both of his hands to my ankles and wrists, and even better... I could feel the tip of his cock nestling between my pussy lips.
"Yes Master, from now on I fully intend to cheat on my husband as often as you're willing to give me the privilege, and to be, body and soul, your completely submissive slut," I answered, attempting to match his formality, knowing I'd already crossed the line and there was no going back... nor did I ever want to go back. I loved my husband, but no longer with any passion since he couldn't give me what I wanted and needed... he was incapable of seeing me as the whore I desperately wanted to be. Although he might manage to catch on once he'd witnessed for himself how I responded to my Master!
"This pussy is now mine," he said calmly as he slid inside of me.
"Yes Master, you fully own my pussy!" I screamed back, declaring this truth to the world.
For some reason, perhaps from reading too much erotica, I expected a bunch of dirty talk during this climactic activity of his totally claiming me for the first time... but he just fucked me... hard.
The tied-up position was a little uncomfortable, but a lot amazing. My second orgasm was rising quickly.
"Don't come yet," he instructed me after a few minutes. "But you may always come whenever you feel my load exploding in your pussy."
"Don't you mean your pussy?" I asked.
"I guess I do," he said, a little surprised by the question.
"Then fuck your pussy, fuck it hard, fill it with your cum and breed your slut!" I cheered him on, not at all worried about the risk of pregnancy... even though right now was my most fertile time. Joseph couldn't have kids... and I'd never wanted kids, so it worked out perfectly... but at the moment, that possibility didn't matter to me... I just needed to be bred, to feel his cum filling me come what may.
"Oh yeah, you nasty slut," he said. "Get ready for your Master's load."
"Oh yes, fuck me, fuck your slut, fill your whore, breed your bitch," I babbled, anything to make him come, which in turn would allow me to come.
"Oh fuck, get ready to come," he grunted.
Three more thrusts, and he filled me with his load while I screamed, "Yes, breeeeeeed me," as my second orgasm in a few minutes coursed through me
He continued pumping until his load was deep inside me, before he pulled out and my own cum flooded out of me... again.
He untied me and said, "You may sleep in this bed tonight. Tomorrow morning we resume your training."
"Thank you, Master." As I replied, I was now free of any restrictive bonds of submission, even psychological ones, but I lay there anyway, completely spent.
"Oh, and Rule Nine is you'll always eat my load, no matter where I shoot it."
I felt my face and the dried cum on it. "Yes Master." I licked two of my fingers to moisten them and rubbed them over my face and then sucked them into my mouth. It wasn't as exciting as tasting a fresh load, but I could still subtly taste his cock cum.
I assume he then went upstairs to his bed, as I lay in place for a good fifteen minutes, recovering from my two stupendous orgasms... recovering from the beginning of a very different life... one that was a little scary... yet it was completely what I both needed and wanted.
THE END OF PART 1
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Chapter 2: The Next Morning
Cecelia's training is continued at Paul's house including some anal play.
Chapter 3: The Next Week
Paul gives Cecelia a week of tasks including pegging her husband.
Chapter 4: Cuckolded
Cecelia's husband learns the truth and must make a decision.
Chapter 5: Full Submission
Cecelia and her husband explore BDSM and complete submission to Paul.
- COMMENTS
Build up a little slow, that’s ok.
I could feel rwnsion between Paul and Cecilia pretty quick…nice suspense there.
Not into lesbian stuff so I just rushed thu the scenes w/Karen, but that’s just my taste.
BUT, once she gets to Paul’s house? Oh YES!! Have to bookmark it for future reference
Love this story. The slow build was immaculately executed. I started reading to see how you develop your characters and ended up reading all the way through. Lesbian scenes done usually do anything for me so I like that you kept them brief.
Loved this. I never read your lesbian stories, but the secretary scenes in here have me rethinking that.
OK, I understand this is a story, a fantasy, but the depiction of corporate life is so absurd this is unreadable.
Great story Jasmine; again! You never fail to deliver on an erotic episode. On to the next chapter.
651 stories written and you still keep failing.
nothing believable.
a guy named dreamcloud writes a story about a dude thats 2000 years old and its more believable than this?.
use your brain and stop failing
No likeable character amongst the lot them.
Hate cheaters and she is a cheater everyone can truly hate. She deserves a comeuppance which she won’t get in this story.
1/5
I rated this story a 5 only for the graphic sex. Cecilia certainly is an uppity bitch that needed to be cut down few rungs. What I don’t understand is why is she even married to Joseph if she resents him so much. At least divorce him so he can find happiness with someone who appreciates him. I see Paul an egotistical ass hole. Not an alpha male because an actual alpha doesn’t need to humiliate and degrade to enforce his will. Aside from the sex, all these characters are deeply flawed. After saying all that, I’m hooked and want to read more.
561. I am not sure how to comment on this story except that it is interesting enough to hold my attention for nearly 8 pages with only one fucking scene with the main character and a lot of improvements in the main person’s character, yet maybe less so in the teacher’s. The story contains many of your favorite story lines and leaves the reader wanting more. So-let’s get to it.
Fun story, as always.
I like the descent into submissiveness, as well as your overall writing, but I think you’d entertain us without using the cartoons.
For example, the consultant couldn’t know that much about her without the husband’s knowledge—so I like the idea of having the husband be in on it. The ceo of a large company could have a sexual plaything in the office, but there is no way she wouldn’t be worried about HR and getting fired. I live in NYC, and public restaurants are open to cash, nouveau or otherwise, unless they’re a private club, and private clubs are basically always open to their members.
No need for a consultant to be all knowing and all powerful, but if he is, he probably wouldn’t order a Cabernet that is literally available for $8.99 from Walmart. Actually, I thought that was strange—the stereotype would be wine for the lady and scotch/whatever for the man; a reversal warrants at least a mention. And, sure, she might go from a hello to the bondage room in 5 seconds (I do know what site this is), but it seemed awfully sudden.
My suggestion is to relax. You don’t have to impress us. If you want to show her dominance over the secretary, it can be erotic to have her come in for daily cunnilingus, but it seems so unlikely that I got distracted by the implausibility. A semi-forced nipple tweak could be equally erotic, especially if that toddler were actually younger, and the ceo could fantasize about controlling the nipples that give life. And then the secretary (like the protagonist) might feel guilty and turned on and ambivalent, rather than mention she has her own harem and a proclivity for suddenly forcing the ceo to her knees. Again, I got skeptical, since that just seems impossible. And impossible is fine in genres like mind control and impossibly big dicks, but you write about real emotions—and impossible clangs slightly in a realm of realism.
A composer, Gustav Mahler, once said, “if you think you’re boring your audience, go slower, not faster.” On literotica, I’d paraphrase, “if you think you’re boring your audience, it’s okay for the fucking to go slower, not faster.”
Yes...spectacular! Please let big Paul ask her about the size of her scrawny husband, forcing her to make comparisons of their chest size, height, weight, and penis girth/size. Thanks for a great story. Can't wait for more!