woman spoke, I felt her smooth fingers graze my heated flesh. Then her nails dragged across the tender skin, causing me to gasp from the pain. ‘But now I want to see you really submit. You can take a beating, but can you give yourself on command?’ I had no idea what she meant, but didn’t think she was actually asking a question that required response. At any rate, I remained silent as she led me, still blind, away from the table.
I felt her hands reach up and release the clasp that held the blindfold in place. As she removed it, I squinted for a moment in the light. I was facing the group, who were now all sitting in their chairs, staring up at me.
‘OK, novice. Get on the floor and come for us. And make sure we can see your hot little pussy while you do it. That’s my test.’
No. I couldn’t have heard that right. Come for them? I could take beatings. I could assume embarrassing positions. But masturbate in front of these gawking strangers? Oh God. Then I realised, in a flash, that this was really submitting. This wasn’t about exhibitionism, or proving some secret macho thing to myself that I could ‘take it’. This was the first ‘test’ that actually involved real submission, because it was so personal, so revealing.
Trembling, I lowered myself to the floor. I no longer had any thoughts about being as tough as the next guy. This was totally about me. I kneeled in front of them, spreading my legs so that my knees were almost at right angles with my body. My naked pussy was wide open, covered only by dark-blonde little curls. I couldn’t quite summon the nerve to look up, but slowly I dropped my hand to my sex.
As I touched the soft, hot flesh, I was momentarily shocked by how wet I was. I was soaking! Another defence dropped as I realised, or at last really admitted, that my body loved what was happening to me. Beyond the beatings and the discipline, this was what had reached me at last. To be naked on the floor, rubbing my clit in front of these strangers: this excited me beyond any experience I had ever had in my life.
The heat of my welted ass against the rough fibres of the carpet, the slight tension of my leg muscles as they stretched to accommodate the unusual position, the wet silkiness of my aching pussy all combined to make me dizzy with need. My eyes fluttered shut and I felt a deep heat welling up from inside my belly. I was close, very close to the edge.
‘Yes,’ hissed the other woman. ‘Yes, do it, novice. Come for us.’
It was as if I had been waiting for her command. On her order I came. I came and came with such a rage of heat that I fell back, no longer aware of my surroundings or my situation.
I don’t know how long I lay there, lost in a fog of perfect release. I had never come like that before. Even with Jacob. With him it had been intense, but somehow I had always held something back. Not this time though.
Slowly I sat up, unsure what I was supposed to do next. As the haze of the endorphin rush started to lift, I became self-conscious. I hugged my knees together, looking up at my judges. Had I passed? They ignored me for the moment, leaning toward each other, speaking so softly that I couldn’t hear what they were saying. This must be the reckoning, the ‘tallying’ of my scores. They were deciding whether they would allow me to join the ranks of the Slave Corps. As I waited on tenterhooks, I realised I wanted it very much. I wanted more. I wanted to find out what it meant to submit. I held my breath. At last they sat back, the other three demurring silently to Dr Wellington.
‘Cadet Remy Harris, stand and come forward.’ She beckoned me with a finger, looking as imperious as a queen. There was a trace of a smile on her lips, which gave me hope. I pulled myself up, and stood with my arms loose at my sides, not daring to cover my nakedness, even though the test seemed to be over. I looked down at the floor, still feeling caught in a sexual trance, still feeling like
I felt her hands reach up and release the clasp that held the blindfold in place. As she removed it, I squinted for a moment in the light. I was facing the group, who were now all sitting in their chairs, staring up at me.
‘OK, novice. Get on the floor and come for us. And make sure we can see your hot little pussy while you do it. That’s my test.’
No. I couldn’t have heard that right. Come for them? I could take beatings. I could assume embarrassing positions. But masturbate in front of these gawking strangers? Oh God. Then I realised, in a flash, that this was really submitting. This wasn’t about exhibitionism, or proving some secret macho thing to myself that I could ‘take it’. This was the first ‘test’ that actually involved real submission, because it was so personal, so revealing.
Trembling, I lowered myself to the floor. I no longer had any thoughts about being as tough as the next guy. This was totally about me. I kneeled in front of them, spreading my legs so that my knees were almost at right angles with my body. My naked pussy was wide open, covered only by dark-blonde little curls. I couldn’t quite summon the nerve to look up, but slowly I dropped my hand to my sex.
As I touched the soft, hot flesh, I was momentarily shocked by how wet I was. I was soaking! Another defence dropped as I realised, or at last really admitted, that my body loved what was happening to me. Beyond the beatings and the discipline, this was what had reached me at last. To be naked on the floor, rubbing my clit in front of these strangers: this excited me beyond any experience I had ever had in my life.
The heat of my welted ass against the rough fibres of the carpet, the slight tension of my leg muscles as they stretched to accommodate the unusual position, the wet silkiness of my aching pussy all combined to make me dizzy with need. My eyes fluttered shut and I felt a deep heat welling up from inside my belly. I was close, very close to the edge.
‘Yes,’ hissed the other woman. ‘Yes, do it, novice. Come for us.’
It was as if I had been waiting for her command. On her order I came. I came and came with such a rage of heat that I fell back, no longer aware of my surroundings or my situation.
I don’t know how long I lay there, lost in a fog of perfect release. I had never come like that before. Even with Jacob. With him it had been intense, but somehow I had always held something back. Not this time though.
Slowly I sat up, unsure what I was supposed to do next. As the haze of the endorphin rush started to lift, I became self-conscious. I hugged my knees together, looking up at my judges. Had I passed? They ignored me for the moment, leaning toward each other, speaking so softly that I couldn’t hear what they were saying. This must be the reckoning, the ‘tallying’ of my scores. They were deciding whether they would allow me to join the ranks of the Slave Corps. As I waited on tenterhooks, I realised I wanted it very much. I wanted more. I wanted to find out what it meant to submit. I held my breath. At last they sat back, the other three demurring silently to Dr Wellington.
‘Cadet Remy Harris, stand and come forward.’ She beckoned me with a finger, looking as imperious as a queen. There was a trace of a smile on her lips, which gave me hope. I pulled myself up, and stood with my arms loose at my sides, not daring to cover my nakedness, even though the test seemed to be over. I looked down at the floor, still feeling caught in a sexual trance, still feeling like
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