would help me ‘tune up’ her experiences so that the entire week was mutually satisfying.
A lot of men make the mistake of assuming that their role as a Master centers around their own satisfaction. I was too experienced to make that error. I was only a Master for this week because Cameron had consented to submit. I wanted to know how she felt – and then ensure those feeling were the ones she found satisfying and rewarding.
“Do you feel used?” I asked her suddenly, and then narrowed my eyes because I was paying close attention to her answer.
“Oh, yes!” she said happily. “I sense it in the way you stand over me and insist I use my mouth to please you… and I feel it in the way you watch me when you make me touch myself. It’s like I am on display for you.”
“So feeling used in this way is something that is gratifying?” I wanted to be sure.
“Of course,” Cameron shrugged her shoulders, as though the answer was obvious. Then she reached across the table, stretching her fingers towards me as though needing to be in contact with me. “I’m enjoying everything about this week,” she smiled sincerely. “There’s not a thing that has happened in that bungalow that I would change in any way. Not a thing…”
I sat back, satisfied and at the same time intrigued. Cameron’s comment had come with a double edge, and an intimation of something more than her submission to me. Between the lines was a veiled willingness for Leticia’s tentative participation in our activities to continue.
As far as I was concerned, I had heard everything I needed to hear. The meeting was adjourned.
I said nothing more.
* * *
When I arrived at the bungalow that evening, Cameron was waiting for me in the bedroom. She was wearing just a pair of panties. Her hair was wet, her body still dewed by drops of water from a shower. She stood attentively with her hands clasped behind her back, her feet spread, and her eyes downcast. She had her shoulders back, drawing my gaze to the proud rounded thrust of her breasts. Her nipples were already hard.
“Pleasure yourself,” I said. It was my custom to insist my submissives make themselves stand before me and come at the beginning of each training session. There were two reasons for this – first, I wanted the woman to orgasm at the start of each time we were together. Then, if I decided that session would be focused only on my pleasure, the woman had already orgasmed and would not feel entirely frustrated… unless I wanted to leave her in a heightened state at the end of the session as a torturous form of punishment.
The second reason was to ensure the woman was comfortable and uninhibited when with me. There could be no room for reticence or reluctance: I wanted my submissives to be without the inhibition of their own self-consciousness. This method had proved effective over many years.
Cameron had already become accustomed to the routine. She slid her hand down inside the waistband of her panties obediently and I saw the press and bulge of her knuckles against the sheer fabric as her fingers found the folds of her pussy and began to explore.
I watched her dispassionately. Her arousal came like a slow sunrise – the hint and glow of her excitement touching the flesh of her cheeks before the fiery blaze of her passion became apparent. She had her eyes closed, her mouth open, gasping for breath. I saw a tiny ripple of excitement tremble through her body and then she clamped her mouth shut and furrowed her brow as if trying desperately to hold the image of some erotic fantasy in the grips of her imagination long enough for her to climax.
I glanced over my shoulder. The bedroom door was closed. Leticia was nowhere to be seen. I turned back to watch Cameron’s face flush with release as she finally sobbed through her orgasm.
She stood, trembling and hunched for several seconds, catching her breath and controlling the aftershocks of her climax. When she finally
A lot of men make the mistake of assuming that their role as a Master centers around their own satisfaction. I was too experienced to make that error. I was only a Master for this week because Cameron had consented to submit. I wanted to know how she felt – and then ensure those feeling were the ones she found satisfying and rewarding.
“Do you feel used?” I asked her suddenly, and then narrowed my eyes because I was paying close attention to her answer.
“Oh, yes!” she said happily. “I sense it in the way you stand over me and insist I use my mouth to please you… and I feel it in the way you watch me when you make me touch myself. It’s like I am on display for you.”
“So feeling used in this way is something that is gratifying?” I wanted to be sure.
“Of course,” Cameron shrugged her shoulders, as though the answer was obvious. Then she reached across the table, stretching her fingers towards me as though needing to be in contact with me. “I’m enjoying everything about this week,” she smiled sincerely. “There’s not a thing that has happened in that bungalow that I would change in any way. Not a thing…”
I sat back, satisfied and at the same time intrigued. Cameron’s comment had come with a double edge, and an intimation of something more than her submission to me. Between the lines was a veiled willingness for Leticia’s tentative participation in our activities to continue.
As far as I was concerned, I had heard everything I needed to hear. The meeting was adjourned.
I said nothing more.
* * *
When I arrived at the bungalow that evening, Cameron was waiting for me in the bedroom. She was wearing just a pair of panties. Her hair was wet, her body still dewed by drops of water from a shower. She stood attentively with her hands clasped behind her back, her feet spread, and her eyes downcast. She had her shoulders back, drawing my gaze to the proud rounded thrust of her breasts. Her nipples were already hard.
“Pleasure yourself,” I said. It was my custom to insist my submissives make themselves stand before me and come at the beginning of each training session. There were two reasons for this – first, I wanted the woman to orgasm at the start of each time we were together. Then, if I decided that session would be focused only on my pleasure, the woman had already orgasmed and would not feel entirely frustrated… unless I wanted to leave her in a heightened state at the end of the session as a torturous form of punishment.
The second reason was to ensure the woman was comfortable and uninhibited when with me. There could be no room for reticence or reluctance: I wanted my submissives to be without the inhibition of their own self-consciousness. This method had proved effective over many years.
Cameron had already become accustomed to the routine. She slid her hand down inside the waistband of her panties obediently and I saw the press and bulge of her knuckles against the sheer fabric as her fingers found the folds of her pussy and began to explore.
I watched her dispassionately. Her arousal came like a slow sunrise – the hint and glow of her excitement touching the flesh of her cheeks before the fiery blaze of her passion became apparent. She had her eyes closed, her mouth open, gasping for breath. I saw a tiny ripple of excitement tremble through her body and then she clamped her mouth shut and furrowed her brow as if trying desperately to hold the image of some erotic fantasy in the grips of her imagination long enough for her to climax.
I glanced over my shoulder. The bedroom door was closed. Leticia was nowhere to be seen. I turned back to watch Cameron’s face flush with release as she finally sobbed through her orgasm.
She stood, trembling and hunched for several seconds, catching her breath and controlling the aftershocks of her climax. When she finally
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