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feel like I should wash them first.
     
    Okay, go wash them, then insert them.
     
    Kate did. They were cold at first, but not in an unpleasant way. She clenched her vaginal muscles around them, at first afraid they would fall out . They’re in.
     
    Now put on the jeans.
     
    With them inside me?
     
    Yes. Don’t take them out until I tell you to.
     
    Kate put her undies back on, then pulled on the jeans. They fit snuggly, removing her worry that a ball would drop to the floor . The jeans fit perfectly.
     
    I don’t care about the jeans. How do the balls feel?
     
    They’re interesting.
     
    I think it gets better when you start to walk around with them.
     
    You think?
     
    Walk around, Kate.
     
    Kate took a lap around her couch and had to admit the balls’ movement inside her excited her. Not orgasm hot, but a warmth that spread through her. She texted : I heard these are good for a woman’s health, too.
     
    Stop thinking, Kate. Go get the remote. Turn it on.
     
    Kate turned the dial all the way and gasped. Whoa, that’s too high. She lowered the vibration. I can see why people like this.
     
    Tell me how it feels.
     
    Kate hesitated, then texted : It’s amazing. I can feel myself getting wet. I had no idea it would feel that good.
     
    That’s your G-spot, Kate.
     
    I like it.
     
    Good. But don’t like it too much. You can’t come until I tell you to.
     
    You can’t tell me what to do. I don’t even know you.
     
    I’m already telling you. And you’re doing it. You know why? Because I will get you the mind-blowing fuck you’ve always wanted. But only after you follow my rules. For the next nine days.
     
    I will? She thought about what little else she had to look forward to and texted: Okay.
     
    Then leave the balls in, Kate. Every hour, I want you to turn them on for five minutes. Then turn them off. But don’t remove them. Tonight, go to Grady’s Bar at nine and keep them in. Wear those jeans on your perfect little ass, and spray your neck with what’s in that bottle. Don’t leave until you have the phone number of a man you find attractive. That’s the man you’ll picture when you return home and I finally let you come. That’s the face you’ll see when you stroke yourself tonight.
     
    Will you be there?
     
    No. This isn’t about me, Kate. It’s about you. The bath was only disappointing because you let it be. You should have had your fingers pumping in and out of yourself while imagining someone fucking you. Try it again tomorrow, and picture the man you meet tonight. But nothing happens between you and him unless I say so. Understood, Kate? You’re mine. Not his. Only fuck him if I tell you to.
     
    The game was suddenly felt very real, and Kate had a rush of doubt. This is crazy. I can’t do this. I don’t like bars. I don’t like crowd s .
     
    Kate?
     
    I can’t do this.
     
    Yes, you can.
     
    You don’t understand. I can’t just walk into a bar and get a guy’s number. I get nervous around people I don’t know. I never know what to say.
     
    Kate. You are a beautiful woman. You could say nothing and get someone’s number.
     
    I think I’m going to throw up.
     
    Even that wouldn’t stop a guy from giving you his number, Kate. But you’re not going to throw up. Get the remote. Keep turning the dial up until you stop thinking. A really good fuck starts in your head, Kate. Your head. You need to learn to turn off the noise. When you do, nothing will make you nervous.
     
    Kate did just that, and a warm heat spread through her stomach. Soon the intensity of the stimulation had her gripping the side of the couch. If she kept it up, she knew she would come right then and there. She thought about what he’d said and turned them off. She could wait.
     
    Do you have a name? I can’t keep thinking of you as an elf. It’s not very sexy.
     
    You can call me Master.
     
    Kate chuckled . That’s not going to happen.
     
    You might like it. Try it.
     
    Good-bye, Mr.