Stephanie's Submission

Stephanie's Submission

Part 4 – Masturbation Training

By Rilawild

Stephanie was once more standing at Jim's door, nervously knocking. She was drawn to it again like a moth to a flame, her pussy leading her along this strange path that she'd embarked upon in the restaurant a week before. It was a few minutes to seven, the evening after he'd fucked her for the first time.

After Jim had taken her, doggy style on the living room floor, he'd scooped her naked body up into his arms and carried her to a bedroom. He'd lain her gently on the bed and laid himself besides her, still fully dressed. Stephanie had felt so tired, she was glad to have been on the soft bed. Jim had just stroked her and told her how well she'd done, that he was very proud of her. She remembered that she'd fallen asleep so easily, with a glow of satisfaction suffusing her.

One minute he'd been soothing her in the lit room, the next she'd woken with a start in darkness. She'd been confused by sleep, unsure whether it was yet morning or not, but she'd known immediately what had woken her. Jim had been kneeling between her widespread thighs. He'd caught her clitoris between his teeth and his fingers had been working away at her vagina, stroking in and out gently.

She'd let out a moan of pleasure, realising that he must have been playing with her for a while before waking her since she was so wet down there. He'd raised his head and smiled at her, his teeth flashing in the dim light of the moonlight, filtered through the curtains. Then he'd moved his naked body up hers and, with a little guidance from his hand, slipped his hard cock inside her again. She remembering thinking it ironic that he'd first touched her naked body in full daylight, outside in that gazebo, and that the first time he was naked with her they were in a darkened room and that she couldn't really see him. Those thoughts soon passed though as he'd begun to fuck her in earnest.

The sex had lasted longer than it had earlier. He'd been tender and loving and this had made her feel very confused. Just when she though she'd sorted him out, he'd done something that had made her have to rethink him again. One minute he'd been spanking her and ordering her around his living room like a living doll, the next he'd been making love to her as if he were a ‘normal' boyfriend. Then when they'd cum, he'd taken her to the shower to clean up. He'd watched her cleaning herself and afterwards he'd dried her off with a large towel. Then he'd confused her again, just as she'd been thinking that they'd go back to bed together, he'd changed once more.

“You are to be here again tomorrow, at seven o'clock. This time be prompt.” He'd led her back to the hallway and told her to get dressed. She'd stumbled into her clothes, not sure what to say. When she'd got into her car she found it was only just midnight, she'd thought that it was much later.

She remembered thinking that maybe she had not pleased him with her love making and that that thought had distressed her, but now she thought that perhaps it was all part of the sexy game they were playing, or at least she hoped so.

She waited for him to open the door. Her confusion from last night still troubling her. She didn't know where the relationship was heading, and she wasn't sure what she really wanted. All she knew was that Jim had brought her to some amazing orgasms and that she wanted, no, needed, more.

As the church clock struck the hour, he opened the door. ‘He really is keen on promptness,' she thought as he gestured her inside. Stephanie closed the door behind her and stood for a moment just inside the threshold before she realised what he was waiting for. She began to unbutton her plain blouse quickly, hoping that she hadn't delayed too long and got herself into trouble. Jim made no comment though as he stood watching her undress. As instructed she'd worn no underwear again. Her blouse was one of the thicker ones she had, to try and hide her unfettered nipples, but she thought it attractive nonetheless. After she'd placed it in the box she slipped her shoes off and undid her loose, below the knee, skirt; again she thought it pretty, but not short enough to cause her a problem with her lack of panties.

Stephanie was naked again, and even though she was still embarrassed to be nude in front of someone, especially someone fully dressed, she found she loved it. Jim, a smile playing across his lips, turned and walked to the living room. Unsure what to do, Stephanie got down on her hands and knees and followed him. In the room she stopped in the middle and took up the ‘Kneel' position, remembering her instructions from the night before.

“Good girl. You didn't need to be told what to do, you have avoided any demerits – though in future I expect no hesitation before you strip.”

Jim picked up his riding crop and stood in front of Stephanie, looking her over for a minute or so. He used the tip of the crop to raise her chin and to get her to turn her head to the left, then the right. Stephanie could not understand what he was doing, the only thought that came to her mind was that he was demonstrating his authority, getting her used to his control. That thought sent a shiver down her spine, especially knowing that she was willingly acquiescing to his instruction.

“Are you wet, slut?”, he asked at last. She blushed at his question.

“Yes”, she answered and then remembered to add, “sir.”

She couldn't bring herself to look up at his face and cast her eyes down at his feet. She wondered if he'd noticed that hesitation and whether she'd get one of those ‘demerits' for it. She wasn't sure what a demerit meant, but she guessed that she wouldn't like to get one.

“Of course you are. A slut like you is always wet. Have you cum since you left here last night.”

Again, she blushed. “Yes sir”, it came out as a whisper, but he heard her nonetheless and didn't make her repeat herself.

“How many times?” he probed.

“Twice, sir.” She knew a simple answer was not going to be good enough, but couldn't bring herself to go further. She felt mortified telling him about her about her private moments.

“When and where?”

Stephanie knew that he wouldn't be satisfied until she'd told him everything.

“At home this morning before getting out of bed, and again at the office in the ladies' room, sir.”

“What a naughty slut you are. Diddling yourself at work. Do you do that often?”

“No sir!” She was shocked. “It was the first time today, honestly.” She felt she needed him to know that she wasn't normally such as sex crazed slut. It was what he'd done to her that had got her so hot and bothered.

“Imagine what Samantha would say if she knew. Shall I tell her?”

“No please, don't. I won't do it again, I promise. Sir.”

“Don't be such a fool, don't make promises that you can't keep,” he seemed angry for a moment, but then it subsided. “Besides,” he continued now with grin on his face, “I might order you to cum at work for me. Would you like that?”

“No, please, sir. I couldn't do that. Today was too bad, I was so frightened that I'd be caught. It was too humiliating.”

“So why did you do it?”

“I just couldn't concentrate. I wasn't getting any work done – Samantha even asked me if I was coming down with something. I needed to relieve the tension.” She was desperate that he understand that today's orgasm had been, must be, a one-off.

“Did you cum quickly?”

Stephanie was in full flow now, aroused at having to tell her embarrassing story, “Oh yes. I'd hardly got my panties down before I was frigging myself. It only took a little while, sir.”

“Good.” he said, and Stephanie was relieved that he didn't ask any more questions.

Jim picked up something small, some folded material, from the coffee table but Stephanie couldn't really see what it was. He continued talking as he stepped back in front of her.

“I think that we need to work a little on that hair-trigger you have been your thighs. You need to learn a little control.” He held out the object in his hand to her, she took it, and saw that it was a blindfold of some sort.

“Now, lie down on the rug. Put on the blindfold. Legs nice and wide apart.”

Stephanie did as instructed. She found the blindfold had soft pads that would cover her eyes to exclude all light and a velcro fastener so that she could adjust it correctly. She didn't even consider leaving a little gap to see through.

As she lay there, waiting, she could hear Jim walking around the room as he spoke. It was a new experience for her to be naked and blindfolded. Without her sight, all the sounds in the room took on exaggerated meanings. Sounds like the clock ticking, that she would normally not have given a second thought to, seemed to pound in her ears. Jim's footsteps, soft on the carpet, sounded to her like waves on a beach.

She could feel her heart thumping. With her legs spread wide apart she felt very vulnerable, she knew that if Jim decided to touch her she wouldn't be able to see him coming and it would surprise her. This thought brought goosebumps to her skin and she felt her nipples harden.

“What we're going to do, is see if you can learn some self control. You are going to masturbate for me, and you are not going to cum until I say that you can. Do you understand?”

“Err, yes sir.”

She felt trepidation at his words. She wasn't sure that she wanted to do this, in fact she was quite sure that she didn't. However, her pussy was quite demanding and she knew that it would have the final say in this matter. She could tell that Jim was standing right in front of her now, between her legs.

“You may begin. You're not to take the blindfold off – it's there to help you concentrate on what you're doing, and to enhance your other senses, particularly touch. You are to stay where you are on your back and keep your legs apart. You want me to see what you're doing, don't you?” It was a rhetorical question, or perhaps an order, telling her what she really wanted.

‘He's mad, if he thinks I want that. It's the last thing I want, but I've got to, haven't I?'

A little stiffly at first, and after a long hesitation, she slipped her right hand down between her legs. She felt so embarrassed, she'd never masturbated in front of someone before. Sure, he'd seen her cum and he'd even masturbated her himself, but then he'd been the instigator not her. Now, she was to be the author of her own humiliation. Then she realised that she'd rubbed herself against his riding crop the previous evening, that was nearly masturbation she supposed, but it didn't help her get over her embarrassment of what she was doing now.

Her fingers caressed her labia, feeling her juices making them slick, feeling how her pubic hair was wet. Her left hand began to explore her breasts, touching her hard nipples lightly. She slid her middle finger into her pussy, feeling it engulfed by her familiar warm flesh. She wanted desperately to touch her clitoris, but knew that that would just accelerate her rush to orgasm. She needed to delay that moment as long as possible, especially since she knew that Jim would probably spank her again if she came too soon. After all she was supposed to be learning control, wasn't she; and she so wanted to please Jim. He'd brought her to some wonderful orgasms, and she was sure that this one would be a humdinger too.

He interrupted her thoughts though, “Tell me, how often do you do this, normally?”

‘Oh, no, what should I say? I can't tell him the truth can I?'

“Err, not often, sir.” She tried to placate him, knowing that he wouldn't be happy with the answer.

“How often is ‘not often'?”

“A few times a week...”

“Come on, slut, tell me truthfully.” He sounded exasperated, and she knew that she couldn't push him any further, or else he'd be bound to find some devious way to extract more embarrassment from her than answering the question would.

“Four or five times a week.” She knew he wouldn't accept a answer of less than four, he seemed to know her too well, and she wasn't about to admit to playing with herself more than five times a week, even though in reality was more like seven, eight or nine times a week, sometimes more if she was especially horny.

“Really? That seems low for a slut like you.”

‘Oh, god he knows. He can read my mind.' Her thoughts raced and she let out a slight moan as they drove her to start working a finger in and out of her cunt, slowly, gently.

“And where does a slut like you masturbate? You've already told me that you do it bed and in the office. Anywhere else?”

Stephanie's finger was beginning to increase its pace and she was fucking herself harder now. She needed to delay as long as possible, but part of her wanted to speed it up so that it would be over more quickly and Jim would not be able to ask any more embarrassing questions.

Her breathing was coming harder now as she worked her finger faster.

“Sometimes I do it in the shower, or sitting on the couch in the living room,” she gasped.

She heard him give a little amused laugh at her answer. Then he moved around her, she could tell that he was squatting down near her, getting a closer look. That spurred her on, she imagined him peering intensely at her swollen, soaking pussy as she pushed two fingers now, in and out of herself. She decided that she must really be a wanton slut, he'd been right in his assessment of her.

“I've just thought,” he said, sounding amused, “I've fucked you and seen you come numerous times and don't even know your name; other than ‘slut' of course. What does everyone else call you?”

“Stephanie, sir,” she panted. She could feel that she was getting closer, and she hadn't even touched her clitoris yet.

“Last name as well slut.” She was gasping now as she told him.

“How old are you? Where do you live?” She couldn't understand why he was asking her these questions, other than to distract her, to keep her from reaching her orgasm; make her concentrate on something other than her hungry cunt.

“I'm 26 sir. I live on Oak Road.”

“Good girl. You're getting close now aren't you? Go on touch your little clitty for me, but don't cum.”

‘Oh, I won't be able to stop,' she thought, but she did lightly stroke her clitoris as instructed and gave out a loud groan. She touched it again and another grunt came from her mouth. Her hips were bucking off the rug now.

“Oh, I need to cum now, please can I cum?” She was close to begging.

“No! You're here to learn control, you've hardly started. Take you hands away now. Do. Not. Cum!” He gripped her hand and pulled it away from her pussy. “Hands behind you head, until you calm down.”

“Please,” she whimpered, fruitlessly humping empty air. She'd been so close. ‘Haven't I shown restraint and control already?' she wondered to herself. She had no idea though how many times she'd reach her peak only to be pulled back again before she got her orgasm.

As her heavy breathing subsided, he soothed her, “Good girl, you are doing so well. I know it's difficult, but you've got to learn.”

After a few minutes, he told her to start again, warning her once more not to cum until he told her to. Again, he began to ask her questions. He wanted to know about her first blow job, the first time someone had touched her pussy, about her first fuck, it seemed he wanted to know about all of her sexual experiences. And she told him, hesitantly at first, but as he insisted she told him more and more.

Whenever she was at the brink of orgasm, he'd order her to remove her hand and she'd reluctantly do it, placing it behind her head whilst she calmed down. Each time she hoped that she'd be able to cum at last, but each time it was denied. She felt like she would go insane. On a couple of occasions he had to physically hold her hand away from her cunt, as he had the first time.

She was so turned on now, that her inhibitions were gone, evaporated from the heat of her desire. She was answering anything he asked, almost wanting him to see into her inner being, to reveal her deepest secrets. He asked about her fantasies and especially about the ones where she was submissive: “Have you ever fantasized about being a slave?” “What about with female domme?” “tell me about your on-line experiences.”

The questions and her gasped and grunted answers went on endlessly, baring her soul to him.

He knew exactly how to keep her on edge; when she needed to stop so that she didn't cum; and when her passion had subsided enough for her to start again, but before it had ebbed away too much. She bucked and thrashed on the rug, her legs sometimes pulled up, sometimes flat, but always spread wide; her crotch pumping up and down obscenely. She pulled and rolled her nipples and even pinched them. She sometimes used both hands on her cunt, one working her clitoris the other fucking herself. And Jim oversaw all of it, like a virtuoso musician working a beautifully tuned instrument.

After what seemed like hours to Stephanie, he at last said, “You've done very well, that was your last pause, next time you will be allowed to orgasm, but not until I say. You must ask for permission to cum, remember that.”

Now that he had released the reins as it were, she rushed on. She felt like her clitoris was screaming at her to get a move on, she circled it furiously, getting closer and closer to her orgasm all the time. Then she knew she was nearly there and remembered what she had to do.

“Please, may I cum?” She almost screamed it in her desperation.

Yet, he denied her, “not quite yet, hold it for a few moments more.”

“Please, please, please...” she begged, urgently, grunting out her request with each thrust of her hips.

“I'll give you permission in a moment. I want to see your eyes when you cum. When I tell you to, you are to remove the blindfold and look directly at me. You know where I am, I'm right between your legs. You got that?”

“Yes, please hurry. I need it NOW!”

“Hold on, hold on.” He urged her. She had her left hand on the blindfold now, ready to rip it off, and had raised her head towards the sound of his voice.

Her right-hand's fingers were almost a blur now, working eagerly at her cunt, she was on the brink and nothing would stop her now. It took all of her will power to hold back as she moaned through gritted teeth.

“Good, good,” he praised her. Then, “Now! Cum for me.”

She pulled the blindfold from her eyes and stared straight at Jim, wide-eyed as her orgasm broke, her pure sexual nature writ large across her hungry face. It was truly amazing to watch. But Stephanie didn't find herself staring into Jim's eyes, as she came uncontrollably. Instead, as her orgasm crashed through her sweat- and sex-drenched body, she was staring into the lens of a camcorder, its red ‘record' light glaring at her!