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“Seven five gamma interrupt!”
Candy stopped speaking and froze in her position over the whipping chair, just as she had done over my face when Master Hendryk had last used those words.
“Master,” I whispered. “I… would you… I mean… could you please be nice to her?”
CHAPTER26
Renee
Master Hendryk’s face had an expression of distraction on it—as if he had focused his attention so firmly on Candy that he hadn’t really taken in my plea. I knew something…no, I thought suddenly,I learned something, with a hot thrill of recognition, from my reaction to that expression.
I learned that, yes, I loved this man, against all apparent claims of sanity—because how could I love a man who made no secret at all of the pleasure he took in whipping girls?
For when I saw the distraction on his face, I felt at first an instant’s disappointment: I wanted my master’s attention on me, not on Candy. Then—here the learning really began, the deep learning inside me, the kind of learning I had started more and more to realize represented Master Hendryk’s educational theory and the reason for his billionaire-level success—then I felt that the diversion of my owner’s attention from me to his other girl toy must be the right thing, and I felthappythat I had found a man like that.
Found.It made no sense. I hadn’tfoundhim, my rational brain said, but my emotional brain—the part of me I had so recently come to realize could and should play the lead in my life, in its most important moments—that warmer part of me knew a different truth, in that moment. Ihadfound Master Hendryk,mymaster, because I had found the proper place for him insideme.
I watched his attention come back to me, from his intense focus on the problem of Candy, and of making her better. I saw the smile creep onto his face as he processed my words, and my chest filled with affection for him despite all the fear and confusion of the strange moment.
He focused fully on me, then, and the smile on his square-jawed face widened.
“That’s the plan,” he said.
I felt my eyes go round.
“Oh,” I said, feeling a little stab of something like disappointment. I realized, with a tiny rush of heat to my cheeks, that I actually didn’tcompletelywant Master Hendryk to be nice to Candy. I kind of wanted to make sure he kept her firmly in place, too—in a lower place than mine. I felt sympathy for her distress, and for the painful state of her punished backside, but I also had to admit a bit of my own jealousy.
I knew now that I wanted to be the most important of the girls my master liked to whip. I understood, as Master G and Miss Charlotte taught the girls of the Institute, that a dominant man such as Master Hendryk can and will reserve the right to discipline and enjoy more than one submissive concubine. But what I felt in the way he smiled at me, when I had asked him to be nice to my AI bed sister, seemed to promise that if I learned enough, and behaved myself according to his rules, my owner would prize me more highly…mosthighly, even.
An idea came into my mind, then: a picture of what Master Hendryk could do now that might help Candy, and might help me, too. It sent a shiver of forbidden arousal through me, so that despite his command I had to move my right hand a little, toward my pussy, and I couldn’t keep my fingers from rubbing a little at the place where I suddenly needed that pressure so very badly.
Master Hendryk’s eyes narrowed as they glanced downward to take in my lewd misconduct and then returned to my face. His smile quirked a little to the side.
“Are you hoping for a caning of your own, Renee?” he asked softly.
My eyes went wide again and I snatched my hand away.
“N-no, Master,” I stammered. “I just… I mean, I just thought of something you might do to help Candy.”
“Really,” he said, and the smile became enchantingly mobile, as if he couldn’t decide whether to laugh or to try to keep a straight face.
I bit my lip for a moment, chewed on it, thoroughly distracted by Master Hendryk’s lips and the thought that I could watch him smile for weeks. With difficulty I brought my mind back to the taboo picture in my mind.
“What if…” I started. I chewed on my lip a little more as a patient expression crept onto his face. My words came out in a rush, then. “What if you fucked her, and made me watch?”
I had seen it in my mind’s eye, and in that inner vision it had possessed a dark glamor that these words didn’t seem to do justice to. I had had to watch Master G fuck the other girls in my training group many times. I felt certain that Master Hendryk had fucked submissive bed girls in front of other submissive bed girls just as often. In my head, though, this idea had something more, darker,else… and to my surprised delight I could see in Master Hendryk’s face that he had grasped that element of my suggestion—that he could see why it would represent something taboo, obscene, and at the same time, for a couple like us, essential.
His smile changed again, his eyes crinkling in a way that seemed to make me a true confidante. More of that warmth spread in my upper body, like the glow of spiced honey, sweet and hot.
“As an educational experience,” he said. He nodded.
My lips parted without a sound, because that phraseeducational experiencehad made it all so very clear.
Amasterwas a teacher, as well as a figure of ultimate authority, after all. Master G had sometimes reminded us of that at the Institute. What I needed above all, I had learned here in Master Hendryk’s house, was a firm-handed teacher, to deliver individual lessons, educational experiences designed for a girl like me, who craved the deepest possible degradation.
I didn’t know how I could feel so sure of my instinctive analysis of Candy’s problem, but I couldn’t shake the impression that the artificial girl needed to feel something very specific. Call it feminine intuition—real-girl feminine intuition, maybe—but I felt absolutely certain that Candy needed to have her jealousy validated and addressed.
She would find herself in a lower place than mine—I couldn’t help a surge of pride and happiness at the thought. But she would have a place, and she and I would be whatever kind of friends a real submissive and an artificial one could be.
