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Josslyn let her head fall, resting her neck muscles as he walked around behind her. His hands gripped her knees, spreading them. She was helpless to stop him.
His hands gently squeezed her thighs, then ass.
It was all the warning she got.
He spread her pussy lips, and the cool night air hit her heated core. She tensed, waiting for his fingers to penetrate her, but they didn’t. Instead, he held her open, his body wedged between her legs to keep them spread. She was already bound, helpless, and dangling in the air. Now she was spread open, exposed.
“We talked.” The words were out before Josslyn had made a conscious decision to start speaking. “He even laughed a few times. I thought it was going well. I felt a lot more comfortable.”
He pinched her labia, rubbing his thumbs along the slick inner surface of her pussy lips. It was an odd touch, not pleasurable but intimate.
“Then he sighed, looked at me, and said ‘Is that enough talking?’”
“Ah,” Master Bennani said behind her.
She wasn’t even sure why she was telling this story. She’d already humiliated herself enough. Yet, part of her wanted this man to know everything.
“I felt so stupid. I should have just gotten up and walked out. Instead, I sort of fake laughed, and then said yes, I was ready to resume the scene.”
“What did the scene consist of?”
“More impact play. But I…I felt so stupid.”
“Having needs isn’t stupid.”
“No, but it felt like once again, I was asking for something my partner didn’t want to give. Except with that guy, the talking was what made me a burden. And I thought…I thought maybe if I gave him what he seemed to want, he’d be happy, and then I’d be happy.”
“What did you do?” There was no judgement in his voice.
“I took off my clothes. Didn’t ask his permission, just stripped.”
“Because you needed to feel more submissive, or more sensation from the impact play?”
She didn’t answer.
“Or because you were punishing yourself?” Master Bennani asked.
“That second one.” Josslyn let out a bitter laugh. “And at the time I thought, ‘Hey maybe if he just beats the shit out of me, it’ll turn this from a fetish into a traumatic experience and I’ll stop wanting this.’”
“Josslyn.” There was rebuke in his tone.
“I know. I know. He didn’t say anything once I was naked. He just went back to spanking me.”
“With what?”
“He restarted with a hand spanking, then jumped back to the leather paddle pretty quickly. I asked him for more.”
“Was it impact play or a beating?”
“Both.”
“No. Those items are mutually exclusive.”
“A beating. But my masochism was definitely…in play.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because I asked him to take off his belt and hit me with it. Then I begged him to do it harder, and harder.”
