“Which one?”

“Uh, you don’t know her. A girl I met at the library.”

“Oh, that sounds dreary.”

Good. I’d said the right thing to shut her up. My mother was too much of a social butterfly to appreciate the decadent solitude of the library. When I was a child and I practically forced her to take me, she stood near the book checkout tapping her toe the whole time I combed the shelves for books.

My phone dinged again.

“Really, Sophie. Turn that thing off. It’s impolite to play with your phone at the table.

“Just a minute, Mom.” Suddenly I felt twelve years old again, being reprimanded at the dinner table, but I had to text him back.

MC: Have your toys ready near your bed. We will give that cunt a relentless fucking.

Me: I can’t wait. Thank you, sir.

MC: Be sure to have your tape and plunger nearby. Bring forks as well so I can rip into that soft skin and make you dance.

Me: Yes, sir. What time?

MC: I’ll come out to play between 12:30 and 1:00. Stay wet.

Me: Yes, sir. I’ll be wet and waiting for you.

“Sophie!” It was my father’s turn to chime in. “Did you hear what your mother said?”

“Yes. Sorry, Daddy.” I turned off the ringer and slipped the phone into my pocket.

My parents would be absolutely horrified if they knew what I was really up to with the person on the other end of my phone. I tried to picture introducing MC to them, but of course I couldn’t because I had no idea what he looked like or what his personality was like when he wasn’t being a Dom. Was he the sort of man who could function admirably in polite society, or was he a wild man, untamed in any arena? He certainly came across as an intelligent man with a certain amount of couth, but I truly had no idea.

We ate the rest of our dinner in an awkward silence, and I was glad to get out of there when it was over. “I’ve got to get home to take Felix out,” I told my parents, and that was good enough for them.

The rest of the evening I paced around my apartment, anticipating our upcoming session. I made sure I had every toy he could possibly ask me to use readily available on the far side of my bed. We were finally going to use the plunger. I couldn’t wait to find out how.

At 12:40 he called and I picked up. “Hello.”

“Hello. Thank you for accommodating me tonight. You were a good little sub-slut to do that for me.” When I heard his voice, my heart raced.

“Thank you, sir. I enjoy our play time so much. I was happy to.”

He kicked off the warm-up phase by having me spank my ass with my bare hand. By the time he let me stop, my palm burned as hot as my bottom cheeks. He asked me to place an elastic band on each thigh, each wrist, my biceps and then he had me bind my breasts with tape, and introduced me to how I would use the plunger as a toy.

First, I used duct tape to attach my glass dildo to the end of the handle, basically extending it with a cock on the end. Then I wrapped the tape around one of my ankles, then made a figure eight around the stem of the plunger just above the red bulbous part, then another figure eight wrapping the tape around the other ankle, and finally running the tape around both ankles with the plunger between them. In the end, I could insert the dildo into my vagina, then when I moved my feet up and down, I could make it fuck me.

Hands-free self-fucking—MC was a genius, or so I believed.

“As your training is progressing, I can feel my lust building.”

“Thank you, sir. That makes me happy.” I felt like he’d just cracked open a glow light inside of me.

The session moved forward, him barking out commands, and me following them.

“Good! Now race around your body, quickly snapping each elastic one at a time. Wrist, bicep, thigh, thigh, bicep, wrist. Snap them fucking hard, fucking fast and thank me for each sting.”

I snapped them all, one at a time, saying, “Thank you, sir” after each one so that it became a mantra.

“Good girl. Make that body dance. Now move your feet and fuck that cunt. Penetrate those sweet lips for me with each stroke.”

“Yes, sir.” I did as he asked and the sensation was incredible. I loved having my hands available to do other things, and he must have known what I was thinking, because he told me to pick up a spatula.

“Smack those tits with it. Make them throb.”

Since my breasts were bound, their sensitivity had increased, and I felt each swat to them even more deeply than usual.

“Again, and I want you to count twenty swats, switching back and forth between breasts.”

I groaned, but swatted the tender tips of my breasts, one side then the other. Along the way he encouraged me, telling me, “You’ll come through the pain. It’s the mix that is so intoxicating. There is no ultimate pleasure without pain and control.”

Only a few more swats to go.

Thwack! “Eighteen.”

Thwack! “Nineteen.”

“Good girl. Be a greedy pain-whore. One more.”

Thwack! “Twenty.”

Once I stopped I could tell how much my nipples ached, but I wouldn’t be able to rest for long.

“Fuck that whore hole good and hard with that cock.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Do it!”

“Yes, sir.

“Now get those forks and dig them into those sore little buds. Dig them in and twist.”

I did and the world started to spin. All the things he’d had me do to myself came together and the pressure was too much. I wanted desperately to come.

“Sir, may I please come?”

“Good girl for asking, yes you may.”

I dug the forks in again, giving them that delicious twist that I knew would send me over the edge and then I was floating, my body pitching in tiny tremors of delight as my release washed over me and set me free.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

One of the first posts that I’d read online by MC was regarding some training he’d done with a sub that involved candle wax. It fascinated me, so from the beginning of my training I anticipated doing a session using the hot wax… and from MC’s latest instructions it sounded like the time had finally arrived. I couldn’t wait to experience it.

Sophie,

Tonight you will need to task hard. You need to enter your own little world while you’re bound and you fuck yourself. A world filled with cock-sucking, mouth-fucking, and cum-bathing your neck, breasts, belly, and mound. Feel that big blue vein part your lips while you rake it. Feel the leak of pre-cum coat your lips. Feel the strain in your throat while you anticipate a jet stream of cum washing the back of your throat. Take in the scent, the hardness, and the taste. Take it all in and I think it will make your toes curl.

Here’s what you will need to bring to the dance:

1.) plunger/dildo combo

2.) candle and lighter

3.) wooden chair brought up against the bed on right-hand side

4.) one skipping rope attached to left side of headboard

5.) other skipping rope

6.) wooden blocks

7.) feet to be taped to plunger for a good fucking

8.) two forks

9.) duct tape

When we meet tonight you will be stripped down and those feet will be secured with the plunger in place. You will be a compliant whore tonight.

Please me with your preparation sub.

MC

As I prepared for our play that evening, I tried to guess how badly it would hurt. Would I be able to endure it? I hoped so. Disappointing him was the last thing I wanted. MC requested that I have my feet and plunger secured with tape in advance, and he sounded very concerned about my preparation so I needed to follow those instructions perfectly. I’d done it before and while it grew easier the more times I did it, sometimes it was difficult to get the height of the plunger just right. I wrapped the tape around, tested it, and, satisfied it would work, lay back on the bed to wait.