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“Your word will be ‘Saratoga’.”
Gabriele blinked. “Saratoga?”
Joshua nodded. “She was an old Navy aircraft carrier that served in the Pacific during the Second World War. It’s not the sort of word you would use in everyday conversation, which makes it suitable,” and then turned his voice into a caution. “But be careful. Your safe word can only ever be uttered if you feel truly uncomfortable, or in some way threatened. It’s not a get-out-of-jail-free card for you to use when you feel yourself challenged or stretched. The ramifications of using the safe word to stop your training are profound.”
Gabriele nodded. Her eyes were solemn and serious. “Yes, Master,” she replied obediently.
With the safe word decided, Gabriele felt a lift of relief. Joshua felt the urge to press on with the session.
He moved until he could clearly see her eyes and read the expressions on her face. Her lips were parted and glossy, her breath coming in tight little gasps. He caressed the top of her breast with the palm of his hand, and she closed her eyes like she was trying to amplify the fierce thrill of the sensation.
Joshua paused for a final moment of dramatic tension and then asked a question.
“Is your pussy wet right now?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Would you like to touch yourself?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Do you make yourself cum often?”
“Yes, Master.”
“And what did you fantasize about the last time you pleasured yourself?”
There was a pause in Gabriele’s reply like a faulty phone line with a delay. Joshua waited with his eyes narrowed.
“Submitting,” Gabriele’s answer was too long coming to be the pure truth, and Joshua knew instinctively she was evading.
“Submitting to who?” he persisted. “I want details.”
Gabriele glanced at him, saw the stern mask of his expression, and focused her eyes back forward. “I was submitting to you,” she said in a voice that was a low whisper of embarrassment.
“And in your fantasy did I fuck you, Gabriele?”
“Yes, Master.”
He paused and just studied her face in the ensuing silence. Her cheeks were hot with color and there was a nervous tick at the corner of one eye. Her lips were wet; her voice hoarse and scratchy.
“Do you like to suck cock?”
“I would, I’m sure.”
“What do you mean?” Joshua shot.
“If it was the right man,” Gabriele qualified. “If it was someone I respected and someone who aroused me.”
“Do you like swallowing cum?”
She shrugged. “I would, happily…”
“…If it was a man you respected, right?”
“Yes, Master.”
“But you’ve sucked your ex-boyfriend’s cock before, haven’t you.”
She gave a short sharp jerk of her head, and Joshua noticed the disdainful curl of her lips. “Yes.”
“Grudgingly?”
Gabriele made a weary face but said nothing.
“When was the last time you orgasmed?” Joshua asked the next question without pausing.
“Earlier.”
“Earlier today?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Before you went to work this morning?”
“Yes, Master.”
“And when you came, it was while you were thinking about me, not the masked man in your fantasies?”
“Yes,” Gabriele squirmed with acute embarrassment under the intense scrutiny. “I was thinking about you, Master.”
Joshua grunted. He imagined Gabriele lying naked on her bed, her legs spread wide and her hands busy between her legs. He pictured her slim toned young body writhing, and the muscles of her thighs and torso clenching beneath the smooth toned skin as the first tremors of her orgasm struck her. He pictured her face then, twisted and gasping, her eyes screwed tightly shut as the force of her release drove the air from her lungs in a long moan of pleasure. Despite himself, he felt himself harden.
“Strip,” he said.
Gabriele let out a long breath and nodded. She swallowed hard. She had never been more nervous, nor felt more exposed in her life.
Without another word she shrugged off her dress and then clawed behind her back to snag the clasp to her bra. It came away in her hand, and she let it fall at her feet. Her breasts were small and firm, Joshua noted. Her nipples were hard as pebbles.
His eyes were on her breasts, and she pulled her shoulders back, her chin lifted.
“Do you want the panties off?” there was a sudden calm boldness in Gabriele’s voice.
Joshua shook his head. His eyes were all over her body, hungry and appreciative. She stood with her hands by her side, utterly exposed for his inspection, with her eyes closed and her lips pressed together in a thin line that made her expression seem almost fearful. Joshua’s eyes dropped to the sheer black lace of her panties. Through the whorls of delicate pattern he could see the shaved smooth mound of her sex, and the shadowed cleft of her pussy.
After enduring a long still moment of shivering tension, Gabriele heard Joshua speak at last.
“Go to the table. I want you to present your body to me,” he said.
Gabriele opened her eyes. Her skin felt scorched from the heat of Joshua’s gaze. She went to the middle of the room. She had thought there was a leather glove on the tabletop when she had first come into the room. Now she realized it was, in fact, a blindfold.
“Bend over the counter.”
Gabriele folded herself forward from the waist so that her forearms and cheek were resting on the table, her legs spread, her back straight, and her breasts hanging invitingly in space.
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Joshua stepped behind her so that his cock nudged provocatively against her panties through the fabrics of their clothes, and then clawed his fingers down her back to get her attention. A rash of goosebumps sprung up along her arms and she groaned.
He reached for the blindfold. It was black, with an elastic band connected to each side of the mask. He slipped it over her head to cover her eyes and immerse her in the dark world of sensory stimulation.
“Learning to still your mind is something that all submissives should practice,” Joshua began. “Because being able to find that quiet space in your head will allow you to understand patience and peace. It will also attune you to your Master, which will make your reactions to his commands more instinctive. But…” he stressed the word for emphasis, “you must also learn to concentrate your mind. Focus is critical, and being able to direct all your thoughts to a specific task is just as vital as being able to let your mind drift. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” Gabriele’s voice was small.
Casually Joshua ran his palms over her back again and then his hands worked lower, edging down to her narrow waist and over the delicate lace of her panties until he was rubbing her ass. Finally he let one hand dip boldly between her parted thighs and brush across the apex of her sex.
Gabriele flinched and then arched her back. Joshua’s hand was insistent and exploring; working the damp fabric between the lips of her pussy and teasing her clit. She pushed down against the pressure of his palm, and heard herself strangle a ragged breath of arousal. She forced herself to relax and focused her attention on the strong practiced movements of his fingers. Joshua was stroking her calmly, and her skin seemed alive with the electricity of each skilled touch.
“In my world of domination and submission you must learn to concentrate,” Joshua continued. His voice was pitched like a lovers croon, soft and settling. “Because my rules are probably a little different from other Masters. My rules suit me – they’re not snatched out of books or off websites. They’re specifically to satisfy my purposes.”
Gabriele clenched the muscles in her legs as he teased her mercilessly. He saw her hands bunch into fists like she was trying to restrain herself from crying out in passion.
