breaks and stuff? What will we do over Christmas, when Maddie comes home, when I have to go home?”
He shrugged. “She’ll come home, and you’ll go home.”
I stared down at the ring. He really had thought everything out. This was too good to be true. Could I really do this, with him? I wanted to, badly, but I knew it had the potential to ruin my life. I knew my parents so wanted me to go to a normal college and live a normal life. I knew it because of the way they were treating Kandace right now. I knew if they found out what I was even considering, they would kill me.
I had to think about it. I looked up at Mr. Hendricks and opened my mouth to speak, but quick as lightning, he placed a finger over my lips. “Don’t decide yet,” he said. “I want you to think about this. I don’t want an answer until after graduation, at the earliest.” I nodded.
“Now,” he picked the box up again, and placed the collar back inside, then set the thing on his nightstand. “ I think it’s time to expand your education. What do you know about spreader bars?”
Chapter 12
I learned a lot about spreader bars that night, and about other types of bondage associated with them. Mr. Hendricks had various hooks in the ceiling; they were innocuous enough, and I’d only noticed them in my third session, but I never thought to ask about them. Now I knew.
He tied up my hands and pulled them above my head, attaching the rope to one of the hooks. Then he fastened the spreader bar to my ankles. It was a good 3 feet long, maybe even longer. I was completely naked throughout the entire process.
He instructed me to stand as still as I could and I eagerly obeyed him, but after 30 minutes, I was shaking. My arms were on fire from having to hold them aloft for so long, and my knees were growing weaker and weaker. But I had to hold myself still, because my master was there, watching me.
When he felt I'd had enough training for the day, he rewarded me. First, he teased my breasts and nipples with his nimble fingers, an then those fingers moved even lower, between the folds of my moist vulva. I knew he wanted more, I could see it written on every line of his body.
But I also knew the teasing was yet another form of training. He told me to remain still, and I had to, at all costs, even in the face of his delicious touch. And it truly was amazing, every touch of his was electricity on my skin, sending thrilling sparks down to my very bones. I wanted to press my body into his sensual hands, to moan and just beg him to take me now, but I knew I fail ed , if I did that. I knew my master honored obedience above all else.
Finally, after an hour of teasing and training, he had mercy on m e and unhooked my arms from their tether. He didn't untie me, though, he merely had me walk awkwardly over to his low bed and then bend over, with all the bondage gear still on. At first I was mortified by how silly I must have looked, waddling like a penguin over to that bed. But then I realized this must be another test. Everything was tests with my master, and I supposed it made sense. I was his faithful student, after all. And I was supposed to be learning humbleness and humility now. It was all right for my master to see me in such an uncomfortable and awkward position.
As he lowered me to the bed - I was having trouble leaning over without falling on my face - I grasped another facet of this session. It was all right for me to rely on him. He was my master, and I could depend on him to provide for me. If I agreed to what he proposed, I would never have to make another choice again. Mr. Hendricks would do the choosing for me.
I didn't have time to ponder long, for I could feel the thick trunk of his impressive cock sliding against my ass, working its way downwards. He paused for a minute at my other hole, and pushed. My eyes flew open and I braced my body. I didn't
He shrugged. “She’ll come home, and you’ll go home.”
I stared down at the ring. He really had thought everything out. This was too good to be true. Could I really do this, with him? I wanted to, badly, but I knew it had the potential to ruin my life. I knew my parents so wanted me to go to a normal college and live a normal life. I knew it because of the way they were treating Kandace right now. I knew if they found out what I was even considering, they would kill me.
I had to think about it. I looked up at Mr. Hendricks and opened my mouth to speak, but quick as lightning, he placed a finger over my lips. “Don’t decide yet,” he said. “I want you to think about this. I don’t want an answer until after graduation, at the earliest.” I nodded.
“Now,” he picked the box up again, and placed the collar back inside, then set the thing on his nightstand. “ I think it’s time to expand your education. What do you know about spreader bars?”
Chapter 12
I learned a lot about spreader bars that night, and about other types of bondage associated with them. Mr. Hendricks had various hooks in the ceiling; they were innocuous enough, and I’d only noticed them in my third session, but I never thought to ask about them. Now I knew.
He tied up my hands and pulled them above my head, attaching the rope to one of the hooks. Then he fastened the spreader bar to my ankles. It was a good 3 feet long, maybe even longer. I was completely naked throughout the entire process.
He instructed me to stand as still as I could and I eagerly obeyed him, but after 30 minutes, I was shaking. My arms were on fire from having to hold them aloft for so long, and my knees were growing weaker and weaker. But I had to hold myself still, because my master was there, watching me.
When he felt I'd had enough training for the day, he rewarded me. First, he teased my breasts and nipples with his nimble fingers, an then those fingers moved even lower, between the folds of my moist vulva. I knew he wanted more, I could see it written on every line of his body.
But I also knew the teasing was yet another form of training. He told me to remain still, and I had to, at all costs, even in the face of his delicious touch. And it truly was amazing, every touch of his was electricity on my skin, sending thrilling sparks down to my very bones. I wanted to press my body into his sensual hands, to moan and just beg him to take me now, but I knew I fail ed , if I did that. I knew my master honored obedience above all else.
Finally, after an hour of teasing and training, he had mercy on m e and unhooked my arms from their tether. He didn't untie me, though, he merely had me walk awkwardly over to his low bed and then bend over, with all the bondage gear still on. At first I was mortified by how silly I must have looked, waddling like a penguin over to that bed. But then I realized this must be another test. Everything was tests with my master, and I supposed it made sense. I was his faithful student, after all. And I was supposed to be learning humbleness and humility now. It was all right for my master to see me in such an uncomfortable and awkward position.
As he lowered me to the bed - I was having trouble leaning over without falling on my face - I grasped another facet of this session. It was all right for me to rely on him. He was my master, and I could depend on him to provide for me. If I agreed to what he proposed, I would never have to make another choice again. Mr. Hendricks would do the choosing for me.
I didn't have time to ponder long, for I could feel the thick trunk of his impressive cock sliding against my ass, working its way downwards. He paused for a minute at my other hole, and pushed. My eyes flew open and I braced my body. I didn't
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