Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Okay. This was a no-brainer. While she didn’t particularly like the blunt-force nature of a vibrating wand, especially one as big and heavy-duty as that one appeared to be, she could definitely climax in under a minute with it. There was no choice in the matter—the stimulation, even on the lowest setting, was too intense to resist.
Moving toward the bench, she picked up the wand. “I choose this one, Sir.”
“I thought you might,” he said with a knowing smile. “I’ll give you the signal to start. You don’t need to ask permission to orgasm. Just do it. You will come standing up with your eyes open and on me.”
Okay, that was more of a challenge, especially the part about keeping her eyes on him. But she could do it. She would do it. She was an Enclave-trained slave.
“Yes, Sir,” she said.
Taking the large wand in hand, she squirted a generous dollop of lube on the rounded head. Refusing to allow even the hint of a blush to heat her cheeks, she faced her Master. She nestled the head of the wand at her center, found the on button with her finger and waited for his signal.
He lifted his watch and tapped the screen. “On your mark. Get set.” He tapped it again. “Go.”
She pressed the button, bringing the toy to vibrating life. Then she moved her finger to the second button and pressed, increasing the intensity of the vibrations. Her impulse was to close her eyes so she could concentrate. But, remembering his dictate, she kept her gaze on his face.
Master Damon’s eyes were hooded, his gaze boring into her as the vibrator whirred against her. Sensation flooded her as the toy pounded like a jackhammer against her clit. Before long, she was panting, heat radiating from her core. How many seconds were left? Was she going to make it?
Don’t think. Just let it happen. Serve your Master.
Eyes fixed on his handsome face, heart racing, she felt the rise of a climax. It broke over her like a cresting wave, pulling a guttural cry from her lips. In the next instant, the sensation shifted from pleasant to irritating. She pulled the sticky wand head from her sex, fumbling with the button until she managed to turn the thing off.
At that moment, the timer on Master Damon’s watch dinged. Ellen breathed a sigh of relief.
“You made it—just,” Master Damon said with a grin. “Put the wand in the bin. We’ll worry about cleanup later.”
Ellen placed the wand in the plastic container. She waited for whatever was next, cunt still pulsing.
Master Damon walked over to the bench and chose the vibrating egg. He lifted it by its black-string-looped handle and held it out to her. “Insert this toy for our next exercise. I’ve got the remote in my pocket.”
Ellen took the egg. As she was still gooey from the wand, she didn’t add any additional lube. Carefully, she inserted the pink oval vibrator. Once she was done, Master Damon pointed to a yoga mat.
“Get down on your knees, ass in the air, arms extended on the ground in front of you.”
Ellen lowered herself as directed, heart picking up its pace. Once in position, she turned her head so her cheek rested on the padded mat. Before her Enclave training, she would have had a much harder time displaying her asshole and cunt in this position. But she’d learned to embrace her trainers’ lessons about modesty having no place in a slave’s repertoire. Or she mostly had.
“This time,” Master Damon said from behind her, “you’ll come on command. I’m going to make it a little more challenging with some distractions. Keep your focus on your cunt so you’re ready to come when I say so.”
Ellen had never been especially good at coming on command though they’d worked with her on it at The Enclave. She would take Master Damon’s advice and focus on her sex. Hopefully, whatever distractions he had planned wouldn’t make that impossible.
Don’t anticipate, she reminded herself. Just obey.
All at once, the egg whirred to life inside her. The sensation was far more satisfying than the wand. Eddies of pleasure whirled through her, stimulating her clit from the inside out. She could definitely come from this, given enough time. She could—
The sudden impact of a hard, stinging hand crashing against her ass made all thoughts fly from her brain. She gasped at the sudden painful impact, nearly falling out of position.
Steadying herself, she tensed, waiting for the next blow. It came a moment later. She was ready this time. She barely flinched, though it hurt just as much, if not more, than the first.
The egg continued to do its work inside her. As she refocused on the pleasure, he must have turned up the remote, because the whirring intensity suddenly increased. It felt good—so good. If this kept up, she would—