eyes take in his massive erection.
She gasped. Leo was endowed like a porn star, like the rest of the masters at the
Institute; it was a job qualification.
“We are going to fuck, now, Rose, but you will be surprised at the way we fuck. I
am going to lie on the bed, on my back, and you are going to face my phone, which
is recording all of this, and ride my cock, until you come three times.”
“Oh… no…”
“Yes, sweetheart. You need to understand how very thoroughly you belong to the Institute,
and to the master who has bought you, now.”
Leo sat on the edge of Rose’s bed, and took firm, but not forceful, hold of the base
of the punisher, where it emerged shamefully from Rose’s bottom. “The best thing about
the posture we’re going to use for our first fuck, Rose, is that I get to see you
with my punisher in your backside the whole time you’re riding my cock. You can expect
that when you’re coming, I’ll remind you that you’re being punished, like this.” He
turned the punisher just a bit, and Rose gave a whimpering cry.
He let go, and pushed himself backward, until he was lying on his back, just as he
had told Rose he would. His cock stood up eight inches from his loins. He saw Rose
looking at it with apprehension.
“Rose,” he said, gently but also with a slight mocking edge, “I’d be very surprised
if you told me that you’ve never fantasized about being filled this way. One thing
you have to understand about your new life as a concubine is that we would never have
chosen you unless we knew that you were what we call ‘trainable.’ That means that
we know that as much as you pretend you don’t want to ride my cock, looking at the
camera, with an enormous punisher in your bottom, I know that you do.”
“I don’t!” Rose wailed. “I don’t!”
In fact, Leo knew from her application that both the filling fantasy and the punishment
exhibitionist fantasy were very important ones to her. The application asked candidates
for concubine training to rank a very long series of fantasy elements in the order
they masturbated to those elements. Filling was Rose’s number one (five times a week
or more), and anal humiliation was her number two (also five times a week).
“I don’t care, Rose,” Leo said calmly. “Come get on Master Leo’s cock and show him
how good a girl you can be.”
She looked at him desperately. In her eyes he could see that she was poised between
obedience and defiance. The problem for her, as it was for every concubine who came
to the program this way, by means of what the Institute called ‘pick-up,’ would be
admitting to herself that obeying Leo was the right thing to do, above all when her
body cried out to her to obey him, but her modesty and her shame—her repression—told
her to defy him. She had applied to the program because she had been desperate to
be forced to the sexual acts she craved. The disconnect that lives within so many
people, between their desires and what they have been taught about sex—about modesty
and lewdness, about the clean and the dirty—was so powerful inside Rose that it wasn’t
possible for her to enjoy sex unless she felt someone—a master—was giving her no choice
in the matter.
Leo’s job was to set up Rose’s entry into the program so that she would feel that
he was forcing her, but also so that she began to understand that she wanted to be
forced. That was the only way to give her what she needed, which in turn would ensure
that David Handelson would get what he had paid for. The transition from real reluctance
to the show of reluctance had to be seamless, and Rose had to be guarded for as long
as possible from the realization that for example the thing she wanted most in the
world was to ride Leo’s cock, with the punisher in her backside, not just to three
orgasms, but to as many as Leo would let her have.
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