For the past couple of days he’d only demanded hand jobs. Today would be different. Gabe rose from the chair and scooted it out of the way. He walked slowly around her, assessing her, letting her tension build until he could practically taste her anxiety on the air.
He didn’t like that her anxiety was mixed with real trauma from a past maybe too recent for this type of play, but he was carefully monitoring her fear. So far, she was well within the bounds of what was normal for his girls.
He stopped behind her and bent to trail his fingertips along her collar. He leaned closer and whispered in her ear, “Who do you belong to?”
“You, Master.”
“I’ve been very pleased with you the past few days. Are you ready to go to the next level with me?”
“How many are there?”
He laughed. “Not that many. I promise you’ll survive it.” He appreciated these small expressions of personality. It let him know she was still with him. She hadn’t burrowed somewhere deep within herself that he couldn’t touch.
In his experience, it took a few weeks for a girl—almost any girl—to surrender completely. And that was with a solid training protocol. There were deviations. Some fell more quickly, some more slowly. Despite his expectations that she might be slower, Julie was right about on schedule, but it still might be too soon to tell.
“Julie, do you trust me?”
“Yes, Master.”
He studied her for changes in her facial expression, tension changes in her face or body, changes in breathing… but everything remained the same.
“Master, do you love me?”
“Of course. You know I do.”
“Still?” she asked.
“Why would that change?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know.”
An answer like that was generally unacceptable to him, but Gabe could tell she wasn’t sure why she felt so insecure all of a sudden. He had his suspicions. Sexual activity hadn’t exactly been previously linked with safety and love for her.
Gabe took her hand and pulled her up off the ground. He led her to a padded red leather chair that sat in the middle of the room under the dome light. There were cuffs attached in various places to the chair, but he wouldn’t use them.
“Sit and spread your legs for me again. Do not close them until I tell you, no matter how you feel. Rest your hands flat on your thighs and do not move them either.”
She did as he asked, but her breaths came more shallow.
He whispered in her ear, “Breathe, slow deep breaths. You can handle this. I promise.”
Her breath deepened almost like in sleep. He took a tube from his pocket. It looked similar to the tube that had contained the coconut oil, but this tube contained something else—an arousal cream. It would cause her clit to swell and engorge, triggering an excited throbbing which would lead to increased wetness between her legs, and finally the desperate need to be brought to orgasm at any cost.
The effects would last about an hour.
Gabe knelt between her legs and squeezed cream out of the tube and applied it to her clit and labia, making sure to cover the entire area. Admittedly, this was a form of torture. She would definitely survive it, but in its way it might be considered as bad as sleep deprivation or isolation or any of a million other things sick bastards did to get people to confess their secrets.
But Gabe didn’t want confession. He wanted complete and utter submission. She surely thought she’d surrendered to him already by calling him master and accepting his collar and being so sweetly obedient the past few days, but she had no idea.
He looked at his watch. Timing was everything.
“Remember, don’t move your hands or close your legs,” Gabe said.
It took a few minutes for the cream to fully take effect, but when it did, the truth of her situation landed heavily on Julie. Her fingers unconsciously seemed to twitch in the direction of her pussy. It was both surprising and amusing, that the cream should have such a strong effect on her that she would almost unconsciously masturbate for him in order to make the need go away.
“You’d better not. This can be a training session or a punishment session. Your call.”
She squeezed her eyes shut as if she could will it away. “Please...”
Gabe chuckled. “But I’m not even touching you. Please what? What exactly are you begging for?”
Her face flamed a brilliant shade of pink. “I don’t know. I need you to touch me.”
He moved so he was eye level with her. “Open your eyes.” She did and he met her with the full force of his stare. “I am very flattered that you need me to touch you so badly, but never beg me again until I give you permission to beg. Is that understood?”
“Y-yes, Master.”
“Good girl.”
He stood and moved slowly around her, watching her suffer from his denial. He’d trained all kinds of girls. Willful girls. Meek girls. And everything in between. He’d had girls he had to punish on the first day because they thought they could masturbate for him and he would be so undone by the display and the wetness of their cunt that they wouldn’t get in trouble. They were always wrong about that. But Julie was the most self-disciplined girl he’d ever come into contact with, despite the fact that the cream seemed to have an especially potent effect on her.
Gabe moved behind her and began to stroke her hair, then her cheek. His fingertips slowly moved down to the hem of the crop top. “Raise your arms.”
She did, and he pulled the sheer scrap of fabric off. He didn’t have to tell her to put her hands back on her thighs. He ran his hands slowly over every exposed part of her body except for the part she most wanted him to touch. He massaged her breasts and tweaked her nipples and then ran his hands slowly over her belly.
From there he removed her boots and gently caressed the inner curve of each foot, and up her legs, all the way to mere centimeters from the spot where the cream continued to work its evil magic. She squirmed and whimpered but didn’t beg again. Oh, she pleaded with her eyes, but Gabe would let that slide. Her facial expression quite possibly was no longer under her full control.
When he was finished teasing and tormenting her for the moment, he crossed the room and sat in the chair he’d been in when she first arrived. He picked up the book and pretended to read, while glancing over the pages at Julie every few moments to be sure she wasn’t cheating.
She continued to obey him, but silent tears worked their way down her cheeks. The poor little lamb.
He looked down at his watch again. It was time.
“Julie. Crawl to me.”
She got out of the chair, a little shaky and crawled across the floor to him. Her long wavy auburn hair fell forward as she moved.
She pressed her lips against his boots and waited quietly.
God, this girl. She was absolutely perfect.
Gabe unbuttoned his pants and let his cock spring free. “Look at it.”
Julie looked up, her expression somewhat fearful, but there was also an unmistakable look of lust in her eyes.
“I want you to use your mouth this time.”
“I’m not sure that’s possible,” she said.
He laughed. “Flattery will get you everywhere, sweetheart. Just do your best.”
Tentatively she moved closer. He shuddered as she took him into her warm hand. Then she moved in and started to take him into her mouth.