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to his routine.
    Pain then pleasure.
    Pain then pleasure.
    Until my need had grown so loud in my head that I thought
I’d scream.  Then he reached inside me; more fingers now, stretching me until I
knew I’d burst.  Throbbing and pulsing inside me, his fingers filled all voids
except one, and then he slapped the living hell out of me.  The stroke was so
strong it jolted my entire body on his thighs.  The flame that shot through me
as the weight of his palm struck sent me reeling.  I was almost there and
somewhere in my mind I realized I’d never been this far before, but things were
foggy now and my goal was just ahead.  His palm didn’t comfort now; he placed it
on my lower back and pushed with his entire strength.  I was sure his fingers
inside me were touching the ones on my back through my skin and my ass was
chilling from the last sting, then he hit me again.  This time the pain wasn’t
pain at all, it was pure pleasure and my body took control.  I was floating, so
I desperately grabbed his ankles to keep me grounded.  A shrill scream filled
my ears and though I could feel my body trembling I had no control over it. 
Hot blood flashed through my veins and I could instantly feel every part of
me.  I could feel the tips of my toes, the frailest hair on my arm, and each
nipple with astounding clarity, but mainly the frantic throbbing of my inner
walls.
    I must keep him there, inside me, and it’s my single need,
but slowly my mind and body began to rejoin.  The connections weren’t welcomed
but inevitable, and I floated back together in his lap.  It was only then that
I noticed that my hands had been clutched so tightly into the carpet that they
were now asleep.
    “Now get up slowly or you’ll fall,” he said.
    Without warning he stood and began walking towards the
doorway.  “That’ll be all for now, Elizabeth.  Gather your things and show
yourself out.”
    “But…”
    “But what?” he asked.  “Is there something else?  What about
you?”
    He turned and leaned against the doorway, and shoved a hand
in his pocket.  “You want me?  To do what?”
    “What about your pleasure, Sir?” I asked timidly.
    “You haven’t earned that yet,” he said as he turned and
walked down the hall.

Four
     
    The last three days have been pure torture, and my mind
wondered if he was just disappointed with my efforts and I wasn’t cut out for
this, or whether this was some kind of test.  All I know for sure is that I had
the most incredible experience of my life, and I’d been through two sets of
batteries with my ‘battery operated boyfriend’ that may have produced some
results, but far less intense and enjoyable than his touch.  I longed for him,
but more than that, I longed to pleasure him.
    With each passing day I became a little bolder, and my
recent fascination with the practice of BDSM is becoming a full blown
obsession.  I looking at every website I can find, constantly viewing videos of
bondage and reading everything I can find on the subject of submission.  I play
with myself to the point that I was falling in love with my own vagina.  I love
the way the smooth hairless skin felt under my fingers, and every waking moment
alone I find myself knuckle deep in pleasure.  Even at work I feel constantly
wet and in need.  My boss must think I have some kind of stomach virus as many
times as I excused myself for a quick trip to the bathroom.  Honestly, it’s
crazy.
    And I thought that this would just be a passing phase that
I’d push through, and maybe that would have happened if I hadn’t found it.  As
soon as I saw it tucked under the wiper blade of my Toyota in the parking
garage, I immediately felt a warm glow across my ass and my juices flowing like
mad.
    Barely in my car when I open the envelope.  It’s from him,
and my legs spread instinctively at the mere thought of him.  I open the
envelope, anxious to read its contents.
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