Page 96 of Shamefully Trained

Gowry shifted slightly in his chair. The movement was small, but I saw it.

Porter didn’t let me stop. In fact, he raised the level of degradation a huge notch.

“I think you should show the senator how. To illustrate the kind of challenge you pose, as a fuck toy.”

A tiny sound escaped me before I could prevent it, a kitten’s mew, as my pussy clenched hard at the contrast between my sponsor’s brutal words and his refined tone.

“Show the senator, Alex.”

My hands moved. I hardly believed they belonged to me.

I reached behind myself with one hand and, through the little strip of fabric that constituted the thong’s back, I touched the cleft of my bottom. The gesture felt grotesquely intimate and revealing even with the panties still in place. My fingers trembled. My face aflame, I slid them lower, enough to indicate the place.

“More clearly,” Porter said. “Show and tell, Alex.”

The detached part of me watched in fervid amazement as I obeyed. I hooked my fingertips more definitely at my rear and let my knees part just a little.

“I touched my anus,” I said, the last word nearly sticking in my throat.

“While doing what with your other hand?”

My free hand curled against my thigh. “Touching my… my cunt, sir.”

“And what did you say while you did it?”

I shut my eyes for one second. That had been the worst of it on the feed, hadn’t it? Not merely that I had disobeyed, not merely that I had masturbated, but that I had narrated my own degradation like a little actress desperate for her sponsor’s approval.

“Answer.”

“I said…” My voice nearly failed me. “I said I knew how much you like to use me there.”

“There?”

“In the ass.” I could hardly force the words out. “I said you like to use my ass.”

Porter’s gaze remained steady on mine. “And what else?”

I thought I might actually die of shame. Instead I heard myself speak.

“I said… I said… I’m an ass whore.” The words came out in a broken whisper.

“Louder.”

My cheeks flamed so hot that I felt dizzy. “I said I’m a little ass whore.”

Gowry let out the faintest breath through his nose. I didn’t dare look at him, but the sound alone made my stomach twist.

Porter’s voice went lower. “And what does a little ass whore need?”

I stared at him. He stared back. There was no refuge anywhere.

“A cock,” I whispered.

“Where?”

“Up her bottom.” My whole body had gone tight. “A cock up her bottom.”

Porter let the silence sit for a beat, as if the room itself should absorb my confession. I could hardly believe I had said it. Hardly believe I had said it in front of the senator who had first dragged me into this twisted, hot, political-sexual abyss.