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“Detach my feelings from my physical body…” Gabriele repeated Joshua’s words back to him, pondering their true significance. “So I should learn to act with willing sexual desire at any suggestion my Master makes, regardless of how I feel personally?”
Joshua nodded.
Gabriele’s frown deepened and then her features crumbled into confusion. But behind her expression, she was thinking furiously.
“The whole dynamic confuses me,” she said at last in slow measured words like she was groping for understanding. “You said that a sexual submissive would be required just to give pleasure, right?”
“Not just pleasure,” Joshua said. “Sometimes she would be challenged to perform tasks, but those challenges would be based on sexual situations.”
Gabriele was still shaking her head, mimicking confusion. She wondered cunningly if Joshua had seen her trap. “Can you give me a practical example?”
Joshua narrowed his eyes warily. From somewhere in the dark recesses of his subconscious an alarm bell rang a dull warning. He studied Gabriele’s innocent expression and then shrugged his shoulders.
“Come here to me.”
Gabriele got out of the chair and glided to the kitchen counter where Joshua stood. “Yes, Master?” she asked in a syrupy-sweet voice. She lowered her eyes dutifully, lest Joshua see the mischief there.
“Undress me.”
Despite herself, Gabriele blinked. She balked for an instant, but Joshua was suddenly impatient. “Immediately,” he demanded, “but do not touch my skin with your hands. If you do, you will be denied orgasms for another ten days.”
Gabriele’s blood began to rush. Quickly she unfastened the top button of his shirt. Through the fabric she could feel the hard strata of Joshua’s chest muscles and the beat of his heart. Her mouth turned dry, and her fingers began to tremble. She was holding her breath as though the act was some delicate and dangerous surgery. When the first button was unfastened and she could see the first whorls of Joshua’s hairy chest, she gasped and drew fresh air into her lungs.
“This is an example of a sexual challenge that a submissive might be set,” Joshua explained in a calm voice as Gabriele deftly unfastened two more of Joshua’s shirt buttons. “The situation is clearly of a sexual nature. You have been ordered to remove your Master’s clothes. And yet the task is made into a challenge by the strict conditions you must perform the task under. You cannot touch my skin with yours for fear of punishment. In ways like this a Master can challenge his submissive.”
Gabriele nodded her head. She was trembling with a delicious excitement that she found almost impossible to control. She tugged the tail of Joshua’s shirt from the waistband of his jeans and concentrated fiercely on the lowest buttons. The tremors that had started in her fingers had coursed all the way through her body. She could feel her legs shaking and there was a nervous quiver in her lips that she could not stop. Joshua kept talking in a manner that was almost icy.
“A domestic slave might be given similar tests that challenge their cooking ability. It all depends on the Master and the levels of his creativity and experience.”
“Does a Master’s experience make a difference?” Gabriele whispered through a tremulous breath. She unfastened another button and exhaled with tense relief.
“Certainly,” Joshua said. “In this situation, for example, I would be reluctant to punish you too severely for any error because I would be planning on using your body for sex once I had been undressed.”
“You would…?” Gabriele’s voice rose in a small lift of hope.
“If I was your Master…”
Gabriele reached the last button of Joshua’s shirt and stopped herself suddenly. She bit down on her lip. “If you were my Master, would you use me as a domestic slave?”
“No,” Joshua was adamant. “You would be trained in sexual submission.”
“But I’m not very good in bed,” Gabriele reminded him.
“That’s not the case at all. You’re just not confident in bed. And as I have just explained to you, skill is something that needs to be acquired. It comes with learning the specific needs of a Master’s mind and imagination. But willingness and eagerness are traits that are instinctive. You have those attributes already.”
Gabriele dedicated herself to the task of unfastening the last button on Joshua’s shirt. It came free at last, and she gasped a deep breath of relief. The shirt gaped open and once again she gave Joshua’s muscled torso a lingering caress with slanted, sensual eyes. She unfastened both sleeve buttons and moved behind Joshua to draw the shirt off his shoulders. She let it fall to the ground at his feet, and inhaled the musky man-scent of him like it was oxygen.
Gabriele ran her smoldering gaze across the broad of Joshua’s back and shoulders, and she ached with the need to touch him; to press her face against the hard resilient warmth of his body and wrap her arms around his chest. She felt it like a throbbing pulse deep within her burning body. She felt herself cramp with the force of her wanting and stole a secret touch of herself through her panties. Her pussy was swollen and so sensitive to her touch that even the lace of the fabric was a painful abrasion.
“Now the jeans,” Joshua said thickly.
Gabriele came and knelt before him. Her lips were parted and glossy, and her hands as she reached for his belt shook feverishly.
“Remember,” Joshua whispered the warning to remind Gabriele of the dire consequences of failure. “Ten more days without an orgasm…”
Gabriele didn’t need to be reminded. Joshua’s ominous recap only served to ratchet up her desperation and tension another notch.
She said nothing, but instead focused all her effort into the careful movement of her fingers while Joshua stood before her like a statue.
He was hard. He looked down at Gabriele’s bowed head and felt her hands tugging at the leather belt and buckle. Her knuckles grazed across the bulge in his pants, sending a tingle of flickering flame down the length of his cock. He closed his eyes.
When Gabriele had the belt unbuckled, she set herself for the challenge of the big brass button at the front of the jeans. She needed both hands, squeezing the two flaps of the fabric close together with painstaking care, and then forcing the edge of the button through the eyehole. The jeans gaped open. Gabriele sat back on her haunches and exhaled a deep breath of melting relief.
Joshua’s jeans were held together only by the zipper. Gabriele swallowed another deep breath of air and held it. Slowly – very slowly – she began to unzip Joshua’s pants.
His cock was too hard, too large to be contained any longer. As the zipper drew down, it pushed through the gaping denim. Gabriele gasped with the same awe that had struck her to numbness in the bathroom.
“Stop!” Joshua snapped.
Gabriele gaped in crestfallen despair. She looked up into Joshua’s eyes with her features filled by confusion and devastation.
“But I did it, Master,” she protested. “I passed the task you set me.”
“Yes,” Joshua said as he began to step back from her. His breathing was hoarse and strained with his own tension. “And you have earned yourself five days of reprieve from your orgasm denial punishment. Now the task is over.”
Gabriele swallowed down her bitter sense of rejection like it was poison. Then a mad and reckless impulse overtook her. She hesitated for just an instant, as fearful of the consequences as she was of the impetuous action.
Take the chance!
