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E002: The Bedroom

A local lecture changed Emma's quiet, dull, life into something so new and exciting.

As they entered the bedroom, she saw a substantially sized bed in front of her, with only a powder blue silk bottom sheet on it.  It had head and foot boards with posts rising to almost five feet from the ground on all corners.  Donald told her candidly to lie on her back on the bed. 

He then picked up some silk scarfs and starting at her right side, he lifted her arm up and tied her wrist to the post. Then he moved down to her right ankle, and spreading her leg out, tied it to the foot post.  Then he moved on to her left leg. She was spread wide open now, and finally, he tied her left wrist. 

Emma was tied and vulnerable on the bed now.  Donald just stood over her and looked down at her. 

NO ONE, well not since her mother when she was a baby, had ever seen her naked, and in this way, so open and exposed. 

Emma started to say, “Please,” but Donald just looked at her and put his finger to her lips and she instinctively knew she was not to speak. 

What power did he have over her that she just kowtowed to his wishes so readily?  She might have always been shy and retiring but she always had a will of her own, but under Donald’s gazes and quiet commands, it seemed to melt away.

He again softly ran his fingers over her body, never touching there, but just his slight caresses sent electrodes through her whole body.  He stroked her this way for a bit as she shivered involuntarily. 

Donald spoke in a quiet way to her as he sat on the side of the bed next to her doing this. 

“Emma, there is so much for you to learn, and what you will experience, expanding your perspectives, but as you do, I want you to also to learn to accept your master who will make all these possibilities happen.  You must learn to accept and submit yourself to the will of who is over you, and only then will you understand and fully appreciate all of your potentials to feel and crave.  Do you think you understand what I am telling you?” 

Emma just nodded. 

Donald shook his head, and told her, “When you are asked a question by those who control you, you must speak up and answer respectfully.” 

Emma cleared her throat and said clearly, “Yes, Sir, I understand.  And want this.” 

This was better than Donald had hoped for, not only did Emma submitted herself to the proper terminology addressing him but to take the next question which was awaiting – would she want this – and answer before asked.  Yes, he knew from early on she would be excellent in this role.  And making her suffer and torment herself for a week, took her just where she needed, and Donald wanted her, to be.

Donald smiled at her slightly and caressed her face a little, and told her she was a good girl, and he could tell she would learn quickly. 

He stood and went to the dresser and returned with a wand type thing – maybe eight to ten inches long, a slim shaft, but a silver shining head about an inch by an inch and a half.  He pressed a button on the shaft and the head started to vibrate, and then he pressed it again, and again, it sped up.  Emma’s eyes grew wide as she watched tethered to the bed.  She was not so naïve that she didn’t realize what it was, but never ever had one been anywhere near her before. 

Donald came and sat down beside her again, and for the first time moved his hand between her legs, to that sacred place, that no one had ever touched on her before.  His fingers moved to her outer lips, and gently spread them, and then her inner lips, and then taking the vibrating stick, he slowly pressed it against her slit, which surprising to her was rather wet, and ran the pulsing head up and down her slit before settling on her clit.  She gasped at the feeling which ran through her.  Donald now placed his hand on Emma’s stomach and gently rubbed it and told her to relax, just relax.

And the ecstatic torture began.  Oh, the feeling was so wonderful, nothing she had ever felt before, but it was so wonderful it almost seemed to hurt her this level of pleasure she had never experienced, or ever expected before.  She squirmed beneath Donald administrations and moaned and started to beg him to stop – but again his finger was on her lips and the look on his face told her to be silent. 

Instead, she sucked the finger into her mouth and just sucked away on it.  He allowed her to, and after a few minutes pressed a second finger into her mouth as the vibrations ran through her body.

And the umms and aahhs from deep in her throat began to grow, Donald pressed a third finger into her mouth, and as she sucked hard on them, he began to press and thrust them farther and farther into her mouth.  Emma choked a little, but his stern look made her stop at once, and instead started sucking harder and allowing him to press his fingers in farther and farther. Suddenly it seemed as if his whole hand was in her mouth, up over his knuckle, and the tips of his fingers pressing against the back of her throat.  But she did not stop, rather kept sucking and sucking on them.  

Her clit was on fire, ready to explode it felt like.  The fingers so filling her mouth as she sucked on them seemed so right.  She twisted as the passion came over her.  She felt the silk knots on her wrists and ankles start to tighten and hold her spread apart more. 

All Donald did, was look down on her, staring into her eyes, with a cockeyed grin on his face. 

Oh, at this moment she would do anything he demanded of her, walk through burning coals, parade the streets of the college nude behind him, sit up and beg – anything as long as this utter feeling of joy did not stop.

Emma did not know it yet, but at that moment she was on the brink of orgasm.  But then it all stopped. 

Donald moved the stick from between her legs, and while she still felt a throbbing, it was like the joy was pulled from her.  And as she sucked on his fingers, trying to hold on to them, he slid them from her mouth.

“Nooooo,” she internally cried in anguish, knowing not to make a sound like that, and tears formed in the corner of her eyes. 

Donald just smiled down at her, then leaned and kissed her forehead, his lips burning into her, and said, “That’s enough for you right now.  Just nap for a bit, and perhaps we can move on in a little while." 

He returned the stick to the dresser, so far out of her reach.  He turned the lights down; the drapes were drawn so this did darken the room a good bit.  With one last stroke of her face, he told her to close her eyes as he placed a mask over them, blocking out all light.  He left the room, closing the door almost all the way.

Lying in the darkness, feeling the wetness dripping between her legs, and the clenching she had never felt before in her vagina, not to mention the throbbing now from her clitoris, Emma allowed the tears to drip down the sides of her face.  She was not sad, no, just frustrated that she had finally come so close, and for Donald to pull it away from her. 

As she lay there tied up and spread, she felt a slight breeze float over her cunt, cooling the drippings and making her shudder in contentment.  And then it began to become clear to her; she would do whatever she had to, whatever Donald demanded of her, to win his touch and pleasure.

And with that, and later she was surprised she did, she did nod off to sleep. 

Donald out in the living room, listening for sounds from the bedroom thought to himself how easily Emma had entered into this, with no questions or hesitations.  'Yes, she will fill the role she is destined to play very nicely.' 

And as he thought these things, with a mixture of annoyance and pleasure, he felt himself harden in his pants.

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