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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—
Another resounding smack of his hand sent pain hurtling through her nerve endings. Then he began a steady barrage, covering every inch of her ass until it was on fire.
The pleasure, the pain, her submission, his dominant control…
“Oh, god,” she heard herself gasp. “Oh, fuck. Oooh…”
She dimly recalled she was to wait until his command, but the words slipped out of their own accord.
“Please, Sir,” she gasped. “May I come?”
“Do it,” he growled, punctuating his words with another sharp slap.
The erotic pain was a dark and delicious complement to the tumult of pleasure cascading through her. With a cry, she let it carry her away…
She must have lost herself for a few moments, because when she next became aware, the egg had been turned off and she was lying on her side on the mat. When she opened her eyes, she saw Master Damon crouched beside her.
He grinned. “Lost you for a few seconds there.” He unscrewed the cap on the water and held it out to her. “Drink a little.”
Shifted to a sitting position, her ass still very tender, Ellen accepted the water with thanks.
“You please me,” he said, the praise like a warm, comforting bath to her senses.
“Thank you, Sir,” she replied, feeling suddenly shy.
As she drank, she glanced down, noticing the loop of black string peeking out of her sex. Glancing up at Master Damon, she asked, “May I remove this, Sir?”
“Yeah. Do that. Then grab the butt plug and lube and meet me at the bondage rack.”
