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A moment later, she gasped at the press of something hard and gooey pushing at her entrance. Her heart tapped against her ribs as the sex toy was eased slowly inside her.
“That’s it,” Mistress Olivia cooed from between her legs. “You’re doing very well. You just need to relax.”
Easy for her to say. The thing was bigger and harder than any actual penis, that was for damn sure. She grunted at the intense pressure as the phallus filled her. Fortunately, Mistress Olivia was careful and slow, and Jess did manage to relax, at least a little.
She startled, a small cry pulled from her lips when the dildo suddenly whirred to life inside her. The vibration radiated in spirals through her groin. She sighed with pleasure as her body registered the sensations.
The pleasure was short-lived, however, when she felt the press of another gooey, hard object, this one at her asshole. She’d been introduced to butt plugs in the past. She hadn’t liked them then, and she didn’t like them any better now.
“Just relax,” Mistress Olivia soothed. “Show us your grace, sub girl. Your body exists to please and serve us. Remember that. If you get some pleasure along the way, that’s all well and good, but your focus should be on serving. If that doesn’t work for you, you might need to rethink what you’re doing here.”
Jess was brought up short by the remark. Mistress Olivia was right. If she was going to move from part-time BDSM player to full-fledged submissive, she needed to keep her focus on that goal. No way was she going to blow this chance because of a stupid little butt plug.
That didn’t prevent her from yelping at the sudden, sharp flash of pain as the flared base of the plug was pushed home. But the pain was gone in an instant, replaced by a sense of fullness. The vibrator continued to whir inside her, separated only by a thin membrane from the butt plug. The net effect was a shivery, tickly feeling in her ass that actually heightened her overall pleasure. She could come from this, and at the rate it was going, it wouldn’t take long.
Master Hayden’s “one rule” flashed into her mind. Don’t come without permission. She repeated the directive to herself, determined to obey, to succeed, to get past this phase of the audition.
All at once, a pair of lips closed over one of her nipples, sucking it into a warm, wet mouth. She didn’t know whose mouth it was, but it felt wonderful, a sensual tongue flicking her sensitive nubbin to full erection. Then the tongue was replaced by teeth, which bit lightly, and then harder, the sensations lodging directly in her cunt. All the while, the toys vibrated inside her, drawing her closer to orgasm.
Just as she opened her mouth to beg permission, the sudden, stinging flick of a cane crashed down against the bare sole of her foot. She yelped as pain exploded along her nerve endings, any potential climax forgotten. She’d never had her feet caned before, and the pain was tenfold to that on her ass.
The mouth continued to tease and suckle one nipple and then the other, while the toys whirred inside her. The cane came down again, this time on the other foot. A line of pure fire seared her skin. The soles of both feet were now throbbing in protest.
She yelped again, tears pricking beneath her closed eyelids. “I can’t,” she panted, trying to draw a breath. “I’m sorry. I just can’t,” she wailed. Panic threatened to overwhelm her, even as she was furious with herself for losing it. Was she going to blow it all by shouting the club safeword?
She stiffened, clenching her teeth in her determination to handle the next painful strike of the cane on her tender foot.
But instead, she heard movement and then the vibrating toys embedded inside her went still. Someone stroked her cheek, the touch gentle and soothing. “Calm down, Jess. Breathe.” Master Hayden lifted her sleep mask from her eyes.
She squinted up at him, more tears filming her vision at the thought she had probably just ruined everything.
But his expression was kind as he continued, “Let’s take a few seconds of time out while you get yourself back under control.”
She nodded, blinking away the tears as her panic receded.
“You’re doing fine, Jess,” he said with an encouraging smile.
“You are,” Mistress Olivia said from the other side of the table. “You show great potential. You just need to trust us, and yourself, more. I say ‘just’ but I know how hard that can be, especially with people you’ve only just met. A lot of intense and unexpected stimuli is being thrown your way right now. And while it may seem random or just designed for our amusement, there is a method to our madness.”
