CHAPTER VIII
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Suddenly, without warning, he is there, releasing my ankles and
my wrists from their bondage. Unable to stand, I slump against
him and feel him ease me down to the soft, carpeted floor. He
removes the belt from between my legs and around my waist, and
takes the vibrator out of me. Smiling, he brushes the hair back
from my face and asks if I’ve missed him. I nod, unable to speak
as he caresses my face and runs his hands over my body. I am
trembling, and I realize that my body is responding to his touch
in a most shameless way. I want to beg him to fuck me, but I
can’t speak. Without consciously deciding to do so, I part my
legs and open myself up to his gaze and his touch. He gently
touches my clit, which causes me to jump, I am so sensitive by
now. Laughing softly, he inserts a finger into me, asking “Is
this what you want?” Again, I nod, clenching my internal muscles
tightly around his finger, and rubbing against his hand. He
begins to move his fingers in and out of me rythmically, building
my desire higher and higher, until I am gasping, writhing, ready
to climax. Just as I approach climax, he withdraws his hand. I
whimper in protest, and grab his hand, trying to place it back
within me. He just shakes me off and tells me to lie still. I
have given my promise that I will be obedient, so I lie still,
aching and throbbing and wanting to be satisfied. I promise
myself that at the earliest opportunity, I will satisfy myself.
Who needs him?
He must have read my mind, or perhaps he interpreted the secret
look which may have been in my eyes. He asked if I wanted to
climax. I nodded, smiling hopefully. He told me that if I
really wanted to climax, I would have to be very obedient.
First, he said, I would have to get on my hands and knees and
crawl to the center of the room. Immediately I obeyed his
instruction. Now, he said, lie on my back with my legs spread,
which I did. He told me to start touching myself, beginning with
my breasts, and continuing down to my things and pussy. I stared
at him, not believing what he was saying. He wanted me to touch
myself, in front of him, knowing that somewhere a concealed
camera was recording this.
In a stern voice, he commanded, “NOW!” and I shyly, hesitantly
started caressing my breasts, moving my hands slowly down my
ribs, across my stomach, down my thighs, my inner thighs, to that
hidden, moist part of me. As I hesitated, he commanded, “DO
IT!”, and I began slow, circular rubbing motions on my clit, and
ran my fingertips over those soft, smooth lips. I began to be
very very turned on, and soon it didn’t seem to matter that he
was watching me. I grew more and more heated, closer to climax,
and he watched me more intently. Soon, his watching me seemed to
increase my excitement, and I felt myself open up to him even
more. I held the lips open with one hand, while my fingers
played over my clit and slid inside myself, pumping in and out
with increasing fervor. Closer and closer I came to climax, and
he knew it. Lying there, with my legs open and my back arched, I
played with myself for his entertainment. Gasping, I came, and
after a few minutes, or an eternity, I lay quietly, exhausted and
released in a way I had never known before.
