Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
I learned that, yes, I loved this man, against all apparent claims of sanity—because how could I love a man who made no secret at all of the pleasure he took in whipping girls?
For when I saw the distraction on his face, I felt at first an instant’s disappointment: I wanted my master’s attention on me, not on Candy. Then—here the learning really began, the deep learning inside me, the kind of learning I had started more and more to realize represented Master Hendryk’s educational theory and the reason for his billionaire-level success—then I felt that the diversion of my owner’s attention from me to his other girl toy must be the right thing, and I felt happy that I had found a man like that.
Found. It made no sense. I hadn’t found him, my rational brain said, but my emotional brain—the part of me I had so recently come to realize could and should play the lead in my life, in its most important moments—that warmer part of me knew a different truth, in that moment. I had found Master Hendryk, my master, because I had found the proper place for him inside me.
I watched his attention come back to me, from his intense focus on the problem of Candy, and of making her better. I saw the smile creep onto his face as he processed my words, and my chest filled with affection for him despite all the fear and confusion of the strange moment.
He focused fully on me, then, and the smile on his square-jawed face widened.
“That’s the plan,” he said.
I felt my eyes go round.
“Oh,” I said, feeling a little stab of something like disappointment. I realized, with a tiny rush of heat to my cheeks, that I actually didn’t completely want Master Hendryk to be nice to Candy. I kind of wanted to make sure he kept her firmly in place, too—in a lower place than mine. I felt sympathy for her distress, and for the painful state of her punished backside, but I also had to admit a bit of my own jealousy.
I knew now that I wanted to be the most important of the girls my master liked to whip. I understood, as Master G and Miss Charlotte taught the girls of the Institute, that a dominant man such as Master Hendryk can and will reserve the right to discipline and enjoy more than one submissive concubine. But what I felt in the way he smiled at me, when I had asked him to be nice to my AI bed sister, seemed to promise that if I learned enough, and behaved myself according to his rules, my owner would prize me more highly… most highly, even.
An idea came into my mind, then: a picture of what Master Hendryk could do now that might help Candy, and might help me, too. It sent a shiver of forbidden arousal through me, so that despite his command I had to move my right hand a little, toward my pussy, and I couldn’t keep my fingers from rubbing a little at the place where I suddenly needed that pressure so very badly.
Master Hendryk’s eyes narrowed as they glanced downward to take in my lewd misconduct and then returned to my face. His smile quirked a little to the side.
“Are you hoping for a caning of your own, Renee?” he asked softly.
My eyes went wide again and I snatched my hand away.
“N-no, Master,” I stammered. “I just… I mean, I just thought of something you might do to help Candy.”
“Really,” he said, and the smile became enchantingly mobile, as if he couldn’t decide whether to laugh or to try to keep a straight face.
I bit my lip for a moment, chewed on it, thoroughly distracted by Master Hendryk’s lips and the thought that I could watch him smile for weeks. With difficulty I brought my mind back to the taboo picture in my mind.
“What if…” I started. I chewed on my lip a little more as a patient expression crept onto his face. My words came out in a rush, then. “What if you fucked her, and made me watch?”
I had seen it in my mind’s eye, and in that inner vision it had possessed a dark glamor that these words didn’t seem to do justice to. I had had to watch Master G fuck the other girls in my training group many times. I felt certain that Master Hendryk had fucked submissive bed girls in front of other submissive bed girls just as often. In my head, though, this idea had something more, darker, else… and to my surprised delight I could see in Master Hendryk’s face that he had grasped that element of my suggestion—that he could see why it would represent something taboo, obscene, and at the same time, for a couple like us, essential.