Still, she warred with herself. If she faked it, he'd think she actually liked being fucked like this. He might repeat it over and over. Was she dooming herself to bad sex with this man? How had her perfect existence with him turned such a hard sharp corner so easily?
Fuck it. She had to do it. There was no other way out of this situation. She moaned louder and louder and then a minute or two later let out a shriek and arched up off the bed as she clenched her body and then fell bonelessly back against the pillows, putting a mask of dreamy satisfaction on her face.
After her imaginary climax was complete, he pounded into her harder and let out his own roar of pleasure. Then he pulled out.
Shannon felt dazed. What in the fuck had just happened? And how was it happening to her? With him? It hadn't been just mildly unsatisfying sex. It had been objectively the worst sex her body had ever been subjected to. And that was saying something.
Lindsay had already tucked himself back inside his pants and zipped up, a look of male satisfaction on his face. The men looked like they'd just witnessed a sex god in action. Oh yeah. She'd forgotten about those idiots for a moment in her abject horror over this situation. It was hard to think of them as hot right now since they'd just lapped up that performance and bought it without question. She only hoped Lindsay had as well.
“Shannon,” he said calmly, turning to her.
“Yes, Master?”
“Did you come?”
“I- of course I did. You saw it.”
“Did I?”
Oh shit. Did he know she'd faked that?
“Shannon, don't lie. If you lie to me, I will punish you worse than what you're getting for faking your orgasm. It will be far better for you if you just tell the truth. Did. You. Come?”
She looked down at her uncovered nudity and the trail of his spendings that had covered her thighs when he'd pulled out of her. The evidence of his pleasure mocked her. He definitely had come. Sex had never felt like such a gross and shameful act before. It was as though he'd just used her body to masturbate inside. Her very existence had been incidental to his pleasure.
“No, Master, I didn't.”
Her gaze drifted very briefly to the men for their reaction. They appeared utterly shocked.
“Of course you didn't,” Lindsay said.
“But... you saw her. You heard her! Did you see how she clenched up like that? She definitely came,” one of the men said.
“You unbelievable dolt,” Lindsay said in exasperation to the trainer-in-training. “Do you really think a woman can come from a man artlessly pounding into her that way? You think the very power of my words and demands can make an orgasm magically appear from thin air?”
Oh thank god, Shannon thought. This was just some weird object lesson.
“Why did you lie to me?” he asked, rounding on her.
She gestured to the men. “I didn't want to make you look bad.”
He seemed almost touched by the admission, but he quickly schooled his features back to those of a stern professor.
How had he known she was faking it?
“Would you all like to know how I knew she was faking it?” he asked, as if he'd just read her mind. Or maybe he'd just read the open and confused expression that was no doubt painted across her face. Or it was the next part of the lesson.
Several nods.
“First, how many of you are sure your women have all come during sex with you?”
They all raised their hands, ever the good pupils.
“I very much doubt that,” Lindsay continued. “In fact, I bet they've all been faking it. Statistically at least a few of your lovers have faked their orgasms, particularly during intercourse, and if you can't tell the difference, the hard truth is... they all have. I've had hundreds of women come on my cock, so I know exactly what it's supposed to feel like.”
He had their attention now.
Lindsay continued. “When a woman comes around your cock, you will feel distinct pulsing flutters in quick succession, as her little cunt has a series of small pleasurable contractions. Some women think they can fake this by doing quick kegels, clenching those muscles rapidly themselves. But they can't do it that rapidly. Another sign she is actually truly coming is her nipples will become erect. If her nipples are not erect, I don't care what kind of light show she's giving you with the moans and groans and arching and writhing... it's not real. There are other ways you may be able to tell depending on how well you know a particular woman, but these two are the most important to remember. And the most trustworthy indicators. Bottom line, if you know this, a woman cannot fake an orgasm with you. But she also can't magically have one if you don't know what the fuck you're doing or where all her nerve endings are bundled and how to stroke, and lick, and suck them.”
Shannon was quickly becoming aroused again by this lesson. Lindsay should teach sex ed to every young man about to embark on becoming a sex god in his own mind.
One of the men asked, “No offense to her, but what does it ultimately matter? I mean I understand pleasure makes them more willing to please, but what if they end up with a master who doesn't know all this? Or doesn't care?”
“They won't. We screen carefully. It isn't enough to have money to purchase one of our girls. You have to know how to fuck and pleasure and punish a woman's body. If you were to go to an animal rescue organization to adopt a dog, you'd find they don't give a pet to just anybody with the money to pay. They make prospects answer questions to make sure they can properly care for the animal. They do a home visit and inspection. They go with their gut. When our merchandise is so much more valuable, why would you think the requirements for one of our girls would be any less? You think we're impressed here solely by big bank accounts?”
The men stared blankly at him. They had definitely thought they wouldn't have to really learn anything, that they would only be training women to please them no matter what the women wanted. Shannon was happy to see Lindsay disabusing them of this notion. She'd always known all the men at the house were amazing lovers, but it hadn't occurred to her that it was because they'd all been specifically taught to be. It further hadn't occurred to her that prospective buyers would be held to such standards of knowledge and skill—so they could properly care for their pets.
Lindsay really had intended for Shannon to be happy when he'd brought her to the house. Her attention went back to him when he spoke again.
“How many of you have been in a relationship where the sex was great in the beginning and frequent and she seemed really into it but after a while she stopped wanting to have it until the sex dried up completely?”
All hands cautiously raised.
“Yes, gentlemen. They were all faking it. Let me ask you, if you were having sex with a woman and the sex act was defined by when she had her orgasm whether you had one or not and you nearly never had one and definitely not just from sex... would you be eager to engage in this frustrating activity over and over and over again, nearly every day for years or even decades?”
It was like a light bulb was coming on. Shannon could practically read the thoughts in their heads. Oh my god. Women like sex. They just don't like bad sex. And we're bad at it.
Poor disillusioned darlings.
“Well then why do they act like they like it for so long?”