Sophie: But I was able to make it to the session, even though I was tardy. I appreciate you bearing with me, sir. Our session was yummy as always. Here are my thoughts: The forks bring heavenly pain—I love them. But those nipple clamps I tried were too small, and I couldn’t get them on. My nipples weren’t fitting in them right, and the frustration on top of the pain made it unbearable!
MC: You need to find clamps that work. Clothespins will definitely work with the cuffs, and can be used for other scenes as well if you want to buy a dozen or so.
Sophie: That’s a good idea. Thanks. I’ll do that. Back to the session—I loved at the end when I was lying on my bed and you were telling me that you wanted to fuck me with my legs on your shoulders. That was really hot. I was fucking myself with my vibe, and it really turned me on to hear you come. That’s one of my favorite parts, especially when you talked about coming all over me or inside of me. Sometimes that makes me climax again.
MC: You are truly becoming a greedy little girl. One session soon, we will have you make me come several times.
Sophie: My nipples are staying so sore and sensitive these days from the slapping and other things.
MC: Mmmm… perfect. We need those nipples nice and tender so you have me with you at all times.
Sophie: I really like a Dom who’s in control, and you are excellent at this. You can definitely keep me “scared of you” and “in my place” in a scene, but now I know you well enough to know that you are also a reasonable person in real life. Last night did seem to lack a little intensity, however.
MC: That is a fear when we start to get too personal. I think this particular session got off to a bad start, and we never gained momentum. Don’t worry. The intensity will go way up once all the toys and configuration are in place. What else did you enjoy?
Sophie: I love when you tell me to give you my cunt.
MC: You are becoming such a greedy fucktoy. Tell me about when you came.
Sophie: I honestly don’t remember now if I came or not when I was in the chair, but I did when I was on the bed. I came twice, back-to-back. Once and then again right after I heard you come. That’s so hot it often makes me come again. But I have been feeling a bit pressured to come.
MC: I am learning about your body and how it reacts. When I work with a cam it’s easier because I can observe your reactions, so not using one gives us some constraints. But that’s fine. We will do what we can.
Sophie: I wish I could keep training forever. I love this and am having so much fun, getting so much out of it.
MC: Training can be ongoing. It is endless, and perhaps we will get a few days in a row this summer where we can have some back-to-back play sessions. Are you ready for me to bite into your thighs today?
I gulped. Then typed back.
Sophie: Please bite me, sir.
CHAPTER TWENTY
The training relationship between MC and me seemed to be heating up. Up until now all of our nighttime play sessions were orchestrated in advance. He occasionally gave me filthy tasks to do when we chatted during the day, but the phone sessions were prearranged.
So I was surprised when I was eating dinner one evening at my parents’ house, and I received a text from him.
MC: My lust has been racing all day. I want to put you through a very demanding play session. Are you available later tonight?
Me: Yes.
Goosebumps rose on my skin at the thought of a session tonight. It was short notice, sure, but what else did I have to do?
“What’s that, dear?” my mother asked, glancing up from her Cornish hen.
I gulped. Not wanting to give Bunny any reason to be suspicious, I answered, “Just a text from a friend.”
“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.”