The Truth

"Say it again, I want to hear you say it loud and clear"

For a moment everything stands still, I hold my breath, for the longest of time she holds out, and suddenly her resistance crumbles.

"I give my virginity to my master." Her words not only grants me power over her but at the same time grants freedom to herself.

I can feel her resistance melting away as her legs spread further apart. With a smile, I tighten my grip on her hands and push forward gently.

******

******

It is a hot and humid night, sitting alone in my dark room I am chatting with friends when I come across her profile.

Her name is Cheryl, a teacher working in an all-girls school. From the profile pictures she put up, she looks like a scrawny girl that is outgoing and likes to have fun. Since I am bored, I decide to reply to her message, after some exchange of messages, I have another new friend.

Most of our conversations are boring and stale, and since I am not really interested in her and her working late into the night, we didn’t really chat much.

Until one late night…

Me: Hello

Cheryl: Hi

Me: How is your day?

Cheryl: Not bad. How about you?

Me: Not bad too.

You see boring conversations all the way, but that night I was probably not my usual self plus I am curious about Cheryl, something just doesn’t add up and I decided to try and see if a girl next door is interested in something out of the norm.

Me: It is late, why aren't you asleep yet?

Cheryl: Don't feel sleepy yet, and doing some work.

Me: Must be tough being a teacher, having to work until so late.

Cheryl: Yea. It’s tiring but we have to spend a lot of personal time preparing for lessons.

Me: Aren’t you tired.

Cheryl: Tired also must do work right?

Me: Go for something to relax yourself. Holiday trip, spa, manicure.

Cheryl: No time no money.

Me: How about a massage by a guy?

Cheryl: NO!

Me: Why the big reaction?

Cheryl: I mean it's so...

Me: So?

Cheryl: So…

Me: Not right?

Cheryl: Ya!

Me: Just a massage, I do that all the time.

Cheryl: … Huh?

Me: I mean if It is just a normal massage, why the big reaction. I do it as my sideline.

Cheryl: Huh!!

Me: What?

Cheryl: It’s just not right.

Me: Ok… Ok conservative girl let’s change the topic.

With that I changed the topic and our conversation, seems like she is not interested in something different. Ah well no loss.

Cheryl: Hey.

Me: Yea? Thought you are going to bed.

Cheryl: Earlier you said you do massage as sideline?

Me: Yup.

Cheryl: …

Me: What?

After a couple of minutes.

Me: You are interested, aren’t you?

Cheryl: Is it scary?

Me: It’s a massage, not jumping off a plane or something.

Cheryl: I mean does it involve sex?

Me: Please. It is just a massage there are rules and by the way I am not a gigolo.

Cheryl: Then how much do you charge?

Now I am intrigued, so the girl next door is interested in something out of the norm.

Me: Here let me explain to you more about it…

******

******

I yawn again.

“This is taking forever.” I grumble to myself as I wait in my car for Cheryl.

Outside I can see the crowd from the nearby MRT station heading back to their homes.

“Well at least the view here is not bad.” As I watch a lady cross the car park, walking purposefully towards me.

I am shocked when she opens the car door and let herself into my side passenger seat.

“Hi.” A radiant smile greets me as I look at her in shock.

“Who are you?” I know I sounded stupid but I just couldn’t stop myself from asking that.

She laughs gently. “It’s Cheryl.”

“What?” I manage to stammer out. “Your picture.”

“Those are pictures I took long ago when I was fifteen years old.”

My jaw literally dropped. This is the first time in my life I got trolled so badly by a girl. But I am not complaining, compared to the plain looking scrawny girl in the pictures, sitting beside me is like a goddess. Big round eyes, pointed nose, small lips, fair complexion and a nice black wavy shoulder length hair. Come to think of it I definitely prefer this look of hers.

“Hey!” Cheryl jolts me back to reality. “Don’t waste time, I am paying remember?” She teases me.

“Oh, alright.”

I started my car and drove out of the car park. The first five minutes has already gotten me all flustered up and that is not good, I will need to take the initiative back. I thought to myself as I drive towards my usual hotel.

******

"The room is 213" The friendly receptionist passed me the key card, recognizing me and giving me a wink in the process, I smiled at him and start leading Cheryl to the room.

Cheryl’s bubbly personality seems to become more subdued the closer we get to the room.

I push the door open after hearing the familiar click of the door’s lock as it unlocks.

Walking into the room, I act as the tour guide.

“Here is the toilet.” Pointing to the toilet. “Here is the bed.” Pointing to the bed. “And here is the TV, to watch TV.”

Cheryl answers with a simple nod.

Something doesn’t match up. Was her bubbly state simply an act to cover her nervousness at coming to the room with me?

Deciding crap is not going to help anyone, I decides to give Cheryl instructions. “You can wash up in the toilet first if you want, while I prepare everything.”

She nods her head and enter the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

First, I off the TV. Then I setup my laptop playing some gentle music in the background. Next comes the pack I always bring along for my massage sessions, inside the pack is the various items and oils used to give a lady a good massage.

Then I waited. And waited.

“Cheryl, are you okay?” I knock on the bathroom door and it opens up.

We are only standing inches apart, so close I can smell the nice smell emitting from her body. I am shock by what I am seeing, Cheryl is wrapped in only a single piece of towel. Now I get it. She was deciding whether to strip first or strip later.

My eyes grow bigger as I notice her body for the first time.

The thin fabric do nothing to hide the pearl white flawless skin, her arms are just the right size not too thin not too flabby, her legs are well toned with muscle, but the most amazing of all is her boobs. Her clothes did well to hide what must be a large B or even C cup.

I must have been staring because she looks up at me puzzled by my inaction.

Recovering quickly, I direct her to sit down on the bed. “Ok, before we start let me go through some rules with you first. What I am about to do to you is going to feel very intimate, very sexual and probably very arousing. There are rules to my massage, it will not turn into sex, and you will control the limits of the engagement. Understand?”

Cheryl nods her head, not daring to look at me.

“If at any point in time, you feel uncomfortable or wishes me to stop, simply speak out. Understand?”

Cheryl nods her head again, still not looking at me.

“Ok, then let us start by having you lie down in the middle of the bed.

Cheryl proceeds to lie down in the center of the bed as I pull the spare towels over her body.

As I kneel beside her and place my hand on her back, I couldn’t help but feel a jolt of electricity run through my body, something that has never happened before and I know Cheryl felt it. Unable to explain this feeling I proceed.

First, relaxation techniques. Kneeling beside Cheryl, I start by kneading her muscles gently at times using force when need to let them relax. Starting from her back, I work across her arms, her thighs and her legs, before coming back to her head as I gently massage the back of her head and I can feel her relaxing into the mattress, all the tension flowing out of her muscles.

Taking oil into my palm, I spread the warm oil onto her back. It must had been real good as it elicits a soft groan of pleasure that is cut off abruptly.

“Don’t hold back. Enjoy the pleasure and simply let yourself go with the flow of it.” I speak out in a soft voice so as not to break the mood.

After fifteen minutes of stroking techniques, Cheryl’s back is covered by a thin film of oil. Under the light I can see a faint blush in the skin, I am not sure this is due to the fact she is so white my massage is showing on her skin or is she blushing.

Pulling off the towels on her legs, I try to open them slightly to allow easier access for my hand when I work through her legs and thighs, but instead I can feel her resisting my attempts to open them wider. Fine, if she is shy about opening her legs to me so be it.

I start to knead the massage oil into thigh and leg which is stiff, but gradually as I massage them I can feel the muscles relaxing under my fingers. From kneading, I switch to long strokes. From her ankle all the way to her butt, opening up my hands and bring them back to her ankles. This time Cheryl definite feel the electric jolt that hit both of us at the same time, she opens her legs ever so slightly.

My next stroke went deeper than the previous stroke, this time I can feel her panties. Yes she is still wearing them… I lean forward slightly, holding the sides of her panties I pull them upwards before I start my third stroke.

The third stroke runs up her leg again following the tracks left by the previous strokes, it seems to take forever for the two of us as my fingers reach the edge where legs become butt, and my two hands separate one traveling down the outside of her thigh while the other hand travels down the inside of her thighs. I can hear Cheryl’s sharp intake of breath as my fingers brushes inches from her most sensitive spot and then my hands meet back at her ankles.

The fourth stroke travels up her leg again and I can feel the anticipation in the air as my fingers glide towards the anticipated destination. A small shift when my fingers reached the end allows me to get closer to Cheryl’s sensitive spot. With every stroke her legs parted ever so slightly and with every stroke her ability to hold back her moans of pleasure decreases.

Switching to her other leg, I parted her thighs and this time I am not resisted and Cheryl’s legs part willingly. Stroking down her other leg makes her moan and sometimes move trying to allow my fingers closer access to her sensitive spot, but my fingers always stay respectfully away from it as we had an agreement.

Cheryl’s frustration is evident from the sighs of disappointment whenever my fingers fail to fulfill the escalating need in her. Her voice is creating an audible tension in the room that rises and falls as it follows my fingers’ journey up and down her leg. The sexual tension is so strong, I am getting aroused without any sexual stimulus.

I stop and wipe away any excess oil on Cheryl’s body, before getting her to turn over and lie on her back.

I take a moment to enjoy the view I am seeing. Cheryl is lying on her back, her eyes covered with a spare towel. Her naked form covered by various towels that creates a form fitting fabric that accentuates her beautiful form. What is more arousing is seeing her blushed face that is grasping for breath from what is most certainly her arousal. There is no way to find out unless…

No. I promised.

I remove the towels covering Cheryl’s hands and proceed to massage them. Spread oil, kneading the tired muscles to release the tension and strokes to make them relax. The tension visibly reduces in the room and my arousal reduces to a semi harden state.

I notice I am aroused my body reacting to her arousal that has peaked once again as I am holding her hands down to wipe away the excess oil on them. That comes as a surprise even to me. Arousal from my massage is expected, but wiping oil? I am not touching any erogenous spots on her arms.

Cheryl starts to grasp for air as I move towards her legs, the anticipation must have been intoxicating to her which turns me on tremendously. I find my dick hard as rock, as I slip the towel off her legs. I remove the towels higher than necessary and her black panties come into view.

The straps are where I had left them pull all the way up to Cheryl’s waist, which causes the piece of cloth to stick close to her pussy giving me a nice view of its shape, and I can see that the whole thing is soaked through with her arousal. Seeing the ready state she is in almost break my willpower that is doing its best to hold me back from ripping her panties off and taking her there and then.

Images of Changi Prison appears in my mind as my subconscious try it’s best to save me and I find the calm needed to continue my massage.

Warming the oil in my hands, I spread them onto Cheryl’s right leg as I kneel between her legs. This time there is no resistance as I open her legs. After spending some time to knead her tired muscles, I start my strokes. The first stroke takes me closes to the line where her thigh joins her pelvis, when my fingers spread to the left and right, my right hand traces the line while my left hand traces the line to where I can almost touch her soaked panties. The moan that leaves her lips almost make me cum in my underwear.

Oh. My. God.

Changi Prison’s image allows me to stay sane.

My fingers slide forward once again, and meets the line and starts to trace the line this time brushing slightly against the nylon fabric feeling the wetness on it and unleashing another moan from Cheryl.

Back to the starting position, my fingers went forward once again.

It seems as though nothing else matters anymore but the line that divides her thigh and pelvis, and the soaked piece of black nylon in front of me. Slide forward, separate and return to starting position. Both of us being sucked into a trance, as my fingers stop touching her accidentally, but instead openly brushing against the nylon fabric.

I break out of the trance when the massage sequence ends, Cheryl is lying in front of me with her legs spread open in front of me. The small soaked piece of nylon is unable to hide her arousal and unable to hide her pussy as I can see the shape of the inviting lips right in front of me. It won’t be difficult to take it off, take off my underwear and sink myself into its depths.

With every bit of my willpower, I close Cheryl’s legs and wipe away the excess oil. With her legs covered once again, I lie down beside her and look at the beautiful lady who is in the throngs of her lust and arousal. From what I can see this is probably the first time she has ever felt something like this.

Could it be, she is a virgin? I wonder to myself.

“Cheryl.” I whisper gently to her. “The massage has ended, as you did not grant me permission to proceed.” She continues to grasps for air with her fists grabbing the sheets as hard as they can, no indication of her hearing what I just said.

“Cheryl, I know you enjoyed the massage, but to continue more I will need your permission. You must grant me permission for a full body massage.” I explain gently to her which seems to catch her attention.

“Yes, you will need to give me permission to continue the massage so that you can enjoy more. I promise.” A gentle promise to Cheryl.

“I… I…” Cheryl stammers, unable to reach the decision.

“Just say, yes, and your pleasure will continue.” I suggest helpfully to her.

“I… Ye…” Cheryl is clearly warring within herself.

I wait patiently, placing my right hand gently on her stomach feeling her grasp from touch.

“…. Yes…” Cheryl confirms in a soft voice, so soft the only reason I can hear it is because I am only an inch away from her face.

“Ok.”

Slow and gentle, I pull down the towel that is until now covering Cheryl’s front. The fabric slides slowly off and reveals her beautiful boobs to me. Though flatten due her lying on her back she is definitely a C-cupper, with 50 cent sized nipples that is at this moment hard and standing tall and proud above the pair of beautiful boobs.

Warming the oil in my hands, I place my hand on her Cheryl’s stomach. Pressing down gently and give her a stomach warming massage. Done, my strokes move upward and hold the beautiful mounds in my hands. For the next 5 minutes, my hands spread warm oil on her boobs, knead them and arouse them. Always just missing her nipples.

Cheryl’s legs are thrashing underneath the towels, while I use my legs to hold down her arms, taking away her control of her body. Then in one motion, I take the left nipple into my lips while my right fingers play with the right nipple.

Her reaction is immediate, her moans and thrashing reaches new heights.

I lean down beside Cheryl’s head as my fingers continue their massage on her breasts. “You can cum now. Cum for me!”

My words seem to trigger the flood gates, a scream and Cheryl’s body is lock in position for almost 10 seconds before I feel her climax fades away.

Lying down beside Cheryl exhausted, I remove the towel that is covering her eyes and smile at her as she recovers from her orgasm.

Looking at me for a moment like a lost sheep, I can see tears start to roll out of her eyes.

What the…

That is when Cheryl starts to cry.

This time not only did I see Changi Prison, I even see the newspaper headlines. “Man jailed after raping teacher in a hotel room.”

That is when Cheryl turns towards me and bury her face into my bare chest, I do the natural thing to do, gather her into a hug.

I had given hugs before to my other customers but this feels like something else. It feels as though Cheryl had just found something and it contains more intimacy and emotions than anything I had encountered before.

Lying on the bed in a state of shock, holding a beautiful lady that just had the orgasm of her life.

I am not sure what to make out of this.

******

******

Looking at the pedestrian traffic, I am not sure what the hell I am doing here again, that is when I spot Cheryl crossing the car park in my direction.

Today she is wearing a one piece red dress, with matching red heels. Wearing only light makeup her face lit up in a radiant smile as she gets into my car.     

"Hello!" Cheryl greets me enthusiastically.

“Hi.” My reply is much more subdued.

“What. Don’t like seeing me?” Cheryl teases me.

Without replying to her, I started the car and drove to the same hotel again. From the corner of my eye I look at Cheryl, her relaxed attitude, her teasing all seems to be a front to me. Like she is either hiding something or trying to control something.

Remembering her tears from the last session really makes me worried.

Checking into the room is a breeze, being a regular and a tip helps. Similar to last session, Cheryl becomes quieter as we get closer to the room.

After lying her down in the same position, I can feel the tension in her whole body. She must be stressed out by what is coming next, for what reason I cannot fathom.

“Let us do something different today, Cheryl.” I whisper to her. “Let me teach you some breathing techniques along with your massage.”

“Ok.” Her voice is muffled as she is lying face down on the bed.

I start by giving her the relaxation rubbing. Even after 5 minutes of rubbing, I can still feel some tension in her muscles. I take out the tool from my pack.

“Okay Cheryl, I am going to blindfold you. This is not scary ok, this will help to focus yourself on the relaxation techniques and my massage.” I explain to her as I slip on the blindfold.

Strangely, there is no resistance, a tensing of the muscles is all I felt. The blindfold must have worked like a charm as I can feel all her stress and tension leaving her body.

Without a word, I start the massage.

Spreading warm oil onto Cheryl’s back, I start to rub away the tensions in her muscles, heightening her pleasure and arousal as my fingers touch her nubile body.

After an hour of massage, the sexual tension in the room is so thick it feels as though we are having sex with our mind at the moment.

Lying down beside Cheryl I am looking at her grasping for air as my fingers gently play with her nipples. At times I will pull them gently making them elongated, at times I will twist them gently between my fingers as I knead her breasts with the rest of my fingers and at times I will engulf them with my mouth and play with them with my tongue.

They are simply too tasty and beautiful, I am barely holding myself back but Cheryl seems to be unable to hit her climax. Pausing for a moment, I look down at the beautiful view. Cheryl is lying on her back, with her hands by her side, her legs are spread apart where I left them. Even though she is twisting one way or another her legs are staying spread out, with her pussy juicy visible on her pink nylon panties.

A sudden realization dawns on me.

I shift myself and places my right knee in between Cheryl’s legs angled in such a way it is gently touching her pussy and clitoris through her panties.

Then I lower myself beside her.

“I know you are feeling it. I know you want it. I know you can’t wait for it.” I whisper to Cheryl, each sentence sending a thrilling sensation through her body that even I can feel. “Just listen to me, and follow my instructions.

“Ugh…” Is all Cheryl can answer.

“Don’t think, don’t try to say anything, just listen to my voice as I guide you towards it.” I whisper in the same gentle unhurried voice.

“You can feel my leg between your legs right? You know you want to touch it. You know you want to feel it. You want to rub against it.” I gently lower my leg and connects to her sensitive spot.

“Argh…”

“That’s right. It’s good isn’t it? You want more?” I nudge forward slightly and back.

“Oh…”

“You want it?” I nudge forward again.

“Yes.” Cheryl moans out.

Smiling, I nudge forward and back this time repeating the motion, effectively humping Cheryl with my right thigh. I let Cheryl enjoy the moment before continuing.

“See. It’s good isn’t it? As I had predicted, you want more of this right? Now you probably want more but is not able to think properly, but I can help you because I can see you want more and is frustrated without it.” Licking my lips. “Close your legs and hold my leg.”

Cheryl obeys without question, her legs close and my leg.

“Now pull yourself against my leg.”

Cheryl obeys without question again, humping against my leg. Even though it is just my leg the feeling is indescribable. Looking at her humping herself to new heights of arousal, but still unable to find release, the climax. Her frustration is open for me to see.

“Do you want to cum? Do you want to climax? Do you want to feel it?” I ask Cheryl.

“Yes. I want it. Please.” Cheryl’s reply is filled with a desperate need, the power over her is intoxicating. I know I can do anything I want with her and she will go along with it and I can probably get away with it.  Until that moment, they say absolute power corrupts. At this moment I am now granted absolute power over this beautiful girl below me who is writhing in pleasure and agony, and only I am able to help her.

“Let go. Let it all go.” I whisper to Cheryl. “Let it all go and just keep my voice. Just let it all go away because my voice alone is enough to give it to you. Now relax because you will get it eventually.”

Cheryl visibly relaxes, I can feel myself harden.

“That’s right, just let go don’t worry about anything, I will be here to hold you so you can safely let go.”

Cheryl continues to hump my right leg and I can feel her wetness being smeared across my right thigh, leaning down my mouth covers her mouth and give Cheryl a kiss that takes her breath away.

Cheryl raises her hands in confusion as if to stop or push me away, but does neither of them. I take her hands with my left and hold them down above her head. “Stop it. Just let go. Go with the flow of it.” Pressing down with my right thigh, my right hand starts to play with Cheryl’s sensitive nipples once again and my mouth comes down on her lips once again.

Once I am satisfied, I break off the kiss to find Cheryl breathing heavily trying to catch her breath from the passionate kiss. “Now.” I lean towards her ear. “Cum. Cum for me. Cum hard for me!”

Cheryl came, this time her scream of ecstasy is so loud my ear actually hurts, her legs try their best to crush mine while her hands try to break free from my left.

What seems like five minutes have passed before Cheryl comes down from the high, totally spent and lying on the bed motionless except for the rise and fall of her chest.

“Let go of my leg.” Cheryl obeys and opens her legs which is now thoroughly soaked as her panties is not able to absorb anymore of her pussy juice.

I flip the light switch and the whole room plunges into darkness, I take off the blindfold and pull Cheryl into a cuddle under the blankets.

Waiting for it to come. The wetness on my chest announces its arrival, I hold Cheryl as she cry her heart out. I had spent the days between the session thinking about her tears from the previous session, now I finally figure out why she cry after each session.

In the darkness, she grab me hard as tears pour out of her eyes wetting my chest, while her wetness below is wetting my legs as she grab my left thigh.

“There, there. I know how you feel, I finally understand it. You are crying because you finally let go. That someone sees it in you and you are both ashamed and… afraid.”

Hearing that seems to make Cheryl cry harder and at the same time grab me harder as if she is trying to push her body into me. I let her cry until she cries herself dry and what is left is the dark, the room and each other.

“Are you afraid of showing yourself to the world?” I ask quietly.

“Yes.”

After a minute, I make my decision. “Then I accept it.”

“Accept it?”

“Yes, since you are afraid of letting it out, then I shall take it.” I answer logically. “You enjoyed right?”

“Yes.” Cheryl answers softly.

“Especially when you let go and let my voice in right?”

“Yes. I don’t know what to do anymore, the arousal is making me… All I can do then is to let go and listen to you. I… I…” Cheryl stammers unable to go on.

“It is ok. Don’t worry. I have accepted you.” I look at her in the dark. “Let me show you the truth.”

******

******

Cheryl’s moans fill the room. I can feel her soft skin beneath my palms as I gently stroke her back. I am doing it nice and slow, gliding forward with just enough strength to loosen her muscles and at the same time gentle enough to arouse her.

Inside the hotel room, Cheryl is lying on the king-sized bed, trying her best to not let her fear show, it had taken me almost 2 hours to make her relax enough to start the massage. With every stroke I am melting away her fear, with every whispered word I am relaxing her more and with every touch I can feel her arousal increasing.

She is afraid because tonight is her first training, she does not know what is the training about, what is the process going to be like and how am I going to conduct it.

After an hour working on Cheryl’s back and legs, I flip her over and without hesitation pull the towel covering her breasts away exposing her beautiful C-cups. She grasps as I engulf her aroused right nipple in my mouth and played with it. Looking up at her face I can see her arousal in her face as she tries to fight the arousal from taking over her mind.

The blindfold takes away her sight, the music takes away her hearing, what is left is only me, my mouth, my fingers and her own rising arousal.

She tries to feebly resist me. The first few attempts are met with a gentle but sharp, "Stop it." Each time she reluctantly obeys my order. That is until I am fed up with it and bring her hands together and lock them down with my left hand. Cheryl tries to struggle but was not able to break free of my grip.

"Are your hands okay?" I ask concern that I am hurting her.

"Yes." Cheryl replies.

"Let me know if I am hurting you, remember the rule.” I remind her gently.

"I will." She grasps sharply as my fingers reach her wet panties that was thoroughly soaked in her pussy juice.

"Then continue to let go.” All she can do is moan in response to my touch.

******

As her arousal reaches new heights, I leaned close to her ears and whisper.

"How does it feel? I know you are not able to answer because you do not know how to answer. You do not know how to answer is because this is the first time you are feeling such pleasure. Remember when I told you I will be showing you the truth. You are heading towards it. Don’t worry, I will show you.”

I can feel Cheryl struggles renew with vigor, twisting this way and that, trying her best to get herself free of my grip. As the struggles intensifies so does my touch. I slowly stroke her pussy lips occasionally touching her clitoris. Each stroke causing her body to shudder in pleasure, each time my finger touches her clitoris more juices are released.

As Cheryl’s pleasure mounts her struggles gain fervor. It is like she is fighting within herself, one part wanting to enjoy the pleasure, one part refusing to accept it and fighting it all the way.

After a few minutes my gut feeling tell me the time is right, using my legs to hold Cheryl’s steady my right hand take off her panties off in one motion. She probably did not notice it, but when my fingers touch her pussy lips directly she definitely does, as her struggles suddenly cease.

It starts to become apparent which side has won the struggle as I find her grinding herself against my right hand.

It is time for the second phase of her training.

******

Cheryl is still bathed in the afterglow of her climax, I begin to touch her nipples and stroking her inner thighs and I can feel her arousal climbing again.

I place one of Cheryl's hand on my dick. Initially she is hesitant to do it, but once I give the order she obeys without question.

"Hold it gently." I order.

I let go of my hand and Cheryl's hand remains behind.

"Now stroke it.” She pinched a little too hard and I winched. "Gently."

“Sorry.” Cheryl apologies and becomes tender in her treatment.

As her hands stroke my dick, it becomes harder and finally became fully erected.

“Good girl.” I praise her.

Pulling Cheryl closer, I give her a passionate kiss that take her breath away as my hands work their magic with her body. All the while, her hands work to keep me aroused.

******

"Who am I?"

"Master."

"Who are you?"

Silence.

"Who are you?" I raise my voice a little.

Silence.

"Who. Are. You?" This time I emphasize each word at the same time my fingers stop and pull out of Cheryl’s pussy, she lets out a soft moan regretting the departure of my fingers

"Slave."

Smiling, my fingers entered her pussy once again, bringing forth moans of pleasure from her.

******

I wake up in the middle of the night to a nice warmth beside me in the dark.

I can hear Cheryl's gentle breath as she sleeps, I turn towards her and start to play with her nipples. With my other hand I hold her hands down above her head rendering her helpless.

I can hear her breath quickens and her nipples harden, ever so slowly I slide my right hand down towards her pussy. She knows where my hands are going and starts to struggle beneath me but my left hand pinned her hands down rendering her helpless.

My right hand reaches her navel to find her legs clamped together denying me access to her pussy. Leaning down beside her ears I whisper.

"Open your legs. Slave."

Silence

“I said open your legs slave!"

Silence

I can feel her struggles getting harder and harder, my left hand is almost at its limits. I pulled my right hand back and play with Cheryl's nipples again, while my mouth engulfs the other nipple.

After 5 minutes of play, Cheryl's struggles has all but ceased, she is now twisting one way and another in bed in another kind of struggle. She is now struggling against herself as she fights within herself, one side wishes to let go and enjoy my touch, the other side is afraid of what she is finding and would like me to stop.

Once again I lower my right hand towards Cheryl’s pussy again, this time the resistance is gone. What I found is a horny girl waiting for my hand to reach the destination, but when the hand stops at her navel inches from her pussy I can hear the moans of frustration and a desperate Cheryl lifting her hips off the bed in an attempt to get closer to my hand.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" Moans of pleasure and frustration answered me.

"It feels so good, doesn't it? All you have to do is surrender, let go and whisper me the words." More moans of frustration, as Cheryl tries in vain to move her hips closer to my hand.

"Here" I slip a couple of fingers across her pussy lips, I can feel her body stiffens as the pleasure runs through her body before she collapses back into bed.

"Who am I?"

"Master."

My fingers touch her pussy lips again and staying there long enough to send more jolts of pleasure into her system.

"Who are you?"

 "Slave."

A light flick of my finger on Cheryl’s clitoris draws out a loud moan.

"Good girl. Now I want you to repeat after me. You are my master."

"You.... are."

Cheryl's struggles start once again, much fiercer than the previous one, this time it is a struggle of willpower between the two of us where eventually Cheryl loses.

“You are my... master."

My touches resume, this time inserting the first segment of my middle finger gently into Cheryl’s virgin pussy, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her.

"Good. Now, I am your slave."

Silence.

"I. Am. Your. Slave!" I emphasize each word, and at the same time my hand paused.

"I am your slave."

“Repeat them.”

"You are my master. I am your slave." Cheryl answers obediently.

Using my forefinger, I touch her clit as start to finger fucking her.

"Again."

"You are my master. I am your slave."

I increase the rhythm.

"You are my master. I am your slave."

Without any prompt from me, Cheryl repeats the words as I continue to finger fuck her until my order.

“Cum my little slave. Cum for your master.” Cheryl’s climax hits in a mix of screams and moans.

Holding her close to me I smile at her. “You are a good slave."

Kissing her gently on the forehead, I tuck her in as we both drifted off to sleep again.

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"Remember, once we walk out the door we are resume our outside life until we are back in the bedroom. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes Master!"

"Yes. Master."

Smiling I drill my fingers into Cheryl's pussy once again, producing the beautiful sounds of her moans.

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After the night of training I had sent Cheryl home, reaching home I had clean up and prepare for sleep after the exhausting night.

A message arrived in my phone.

Cheryl: Master I am going to sleep. Good night.

Me: Good night, slave.

I smiled.

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I am reading my book at the same time monitoring Cheryl.

She is lying down naked on the king sized bed, blindfolds on, hands bind above her and her legs spread open in a M. She had been lying in the same position for the last 20 minutes.

At first she had fought me when I blindfolded her, but it failed to stop me. She fought me when I bind her hands together, again it did her no good.

The last part, the spreading of her legs took quite a bit of an effort. She had fought like a demon refusing my orders. It had required me to discipline her multiple times to break her resistance.

Cheryl is still fidgeting on the bed, but more or less staying in the position. From time to time she would attempt to shift her position but a sharp "Stop it!" was sufficient to stop her and return her to the original position. For the last 5 minutes she had not moved from her position at all.

With the gentle music in the background and the carpeted floor, Cheryl is not able to hear me walking up to her and observing her pussy that has her pussy juice flowing out. Her fidgeting must be her desire to touch herself.

Cheryl must have felt it as I climb onto the bed. I look down at her from on top of her, her nice C- cups were flattened into gentle mounds with her hands bind above her head, her nipples are hard and erect a definite sign that she is ready. I gently straddle her stomach, and gently play with her nipples drawing sharp intake of breath from Cheryl as she bite her lips to prevent her moans from leaking out.

"Don't hide it, let it out. I want to hear your moans."

At first Cheryl's moans are soft but as I play with her nipples before finally leaning down to breast fuck her, the moans grow in volume. She tries to move but every time I will issue a sharp "Stop it!" order, instantly stopping her movements.

“Good girl.” I praise her.

I shift forward again, this time straddling her breasts, leaving my dick mere inches from Cheryl's mouth. She is not a stranger to my dick, during the last session together she had learnt to pleasure me whenever possible, and when she had learnt that I like to be touched in certain ways she had actually proactively tried to satisfy me even more.

"Open your mouth and accept your master's dick." I order.

Cheryl opens her mouth hesitantly and I push forward slightly to place the head into the small hole formed by her mouth. Ah... This is heavenly.

"Use your tongue to stimulate the head." Cheryl’s tongue starts to flick across my dickhead sending waves of pleasure through my body. “Ah...”

"Press your lips onto my dick and apply pressure." Her lips pressed firmly onto my dick.

"No! Not your teeth too." I shouted as I feel her teeth hitting my sensitive shaft.

I pull out my sore dick.

"Sorry." Cheryl apologies.

"Sorry who?" I ask.

"Sorry master." Cheryl answers without hesitation.

"Don't do it again. Just press your lips on my dick and play with it with your tongue." Instead of answering me, Cheryl opens her lips. I can see her tongue inside her mouth waiting for me. Smiling I oblige by pushing forward into the warmth of her mouth.

Guessing this to be her first blowjob, I do not want to push her, but the pleasure from her treatment makes me forget to control my thrust and for one thrust I hit the back of her throat making her choke.

Pulling out, I let her catch her breath before asking her. "Are you alright?" She nods her head and opens her mouth again, her need to satisfy me is really high.

Smiling I insert my dick into Cheryl’s waiting mouth again, this time without instructions she closes her lips to create a firm pressure on my dick and at the same time her tongue is flicking back and forth inside her mouth creating wonderful feelings of pleasure for me.

Cheryl's first blowjob is making me really hard, even though it is her first time she is doing better than most women I have had if not the best. I guess enthusiasm and a willingness to pleasure is the key here.

"Give me your hands." I order.

Cheryl raises her hand, holding them with my left hand, I use my right to hold her head and start to fuck her mouth gently.

"That's right take in more of master." I encourage.

Cheryl tries to open her mouth bigger.

"Yes, this is very good you are doing a good job my slave." More encouragement.

Cheryl chokes at that, but after letting her rest a few seconds I continue my thrusting. After almost 5 minutes of thrusting I can feel the urge to cum.

"You are making master very happy my little slave. Master is going to cum." I can feel Cheryl panicking upon hearing that. "Stop it and accept master's cum!"

I can feel her fighting within herself, as she slackens off on the licking tongue.

"Lick master, slave."

At that order, Cheryl resumes her enthusiastic licking sending wave after wave of pleasure and I groan in pleasure, hearing my groans seemed to spur her on as she tries to increase my stimulation. The urge to cum builds up steadily, looking down at this beautiful virgin blowing my dick enthusiastically nudges me off the edge and I came. Holding her head gently, I release spurt after spurt of cum into Cheryl's mouth. Being a first timer she does not know what to do and I can feel it filling up her mouth until some leak out of her mouth.

"Now swallow them." I order.

I can tell it is difficult to swallow lying down, having my dick in her mouth did not make it any easier, but after a while she manages to swallow all of them. I shouldn't have bothered to hold her head as she did not try to avoid it.

I climb off Cheryl and pull her into a cuddle.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"Yes."

"Yes who?"

"Yes master."

I kiss her.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes..... Master."

I kiss her gently on her lips again tasting myself on her lips.

"Master is pleased, you have pleasured master much just now. Let us wash up."

I unbind Cheryl, took off her blindfold and lead her to the showers.

Turning on the rain shower, I let Cheryl clean me up before watching her wash herself clean. All the while my hands are touching her, stimulating her, keeping her wet at all time. My dick starts to stiffen again, the first time I have recovered in such a short time.

I pull Cheryl into a hug from behind, my hands grabbing her breasts while my dick slide between her legs feeling her pussy lips pressing on it.

Cheryl's reaction is immediate. She stiffens and starts to shout. "No! No master! No!"

I was caught off-guard by her sudden reaction. "Stop it!"

That stops her immediate struggles but she continues to beg with me. "Please master, please don't enter me."

Even though I am allowed to do anything I want with her body, the one thing I am not allowed to do is to enter her.

"Quiet. Master never said he is going to enter you. Master made a promise."

That softens her resistance.

"Who am I?"

"My master."

"Who are you?"

"Your slave."

No hesitation.

I turn Cheryl around and gives her a deep passionate kiss as I pull her gently into my embrace. Under the constant stream of water, our tongues fight as I can feel her melting into my arms. My dick slowly stiffens as the constant rubbing by Cheryl's pussy makes me harder.

I break the kiss and whisper into her ear.

"Kneel down and pleasure master."

Without hesitation Cheryl kneels down, shifting into a comfortable position she pulls me into her warm mouth her lips squeezing tightly, her tongue flicking across my dick head one moment, caressing the rest of my dick the next. I am in heaven. Knowing she is pleasuring me, Cheryl went all out trying her best to deep throat me and at the same time raises her hands.

Obligingly, I hold her arms with my left hand and gently guide her head with my right. I can see her struggling to take me in deeper, take her master in deeper.

"Relax your throat, fight the gag, this is to pleasure master." I instruct.

Each thrust goes deeper into her mouth, bit by little bit, until her nose is almost within my hair when she suddenly pulls herself off and coughs. Probably due to her gag reflex kicking in. Before I can ask if she is alright, she resumes her kneeling position, raises her hands and take me into her mouth without hesitation.

All the way to the end.

I can feel my dick hitting the back of her throat as she fights to not choke on it. Using my right hand, I start to pace her. Thrust in and pull out, gently in, gently out. Every thrust is met with the kind of tightness usually reserved to our hands, every pull out I can feel her enthusiastic tongue dancing all over my dick giving me a treatment I had never experienced before. As my thrusts grow in speed, I find that Cheryl is getting used to deep throat. Doing her best to pleasure me, Cheryl drives me off the edge within minutes and once again I cum into her mouth again, where Cheryl dutifully swallows it all up.

I help her up from the floor, once again pulling her into a tight embrace and asks.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes master."

"But I never touched you at all."

"I like to pleasure master. When I feel master is aroused I am ... aroused too."

"Good girl, master is very pleased with you."

My fingers drift downwards and attack her pussy while my other hand turns its attention to her aroused nipples. After another fifteen minutes of play in the shower, we dried each other before coming out of the showers. I notice that it is only 8:30 pm, the night is still young and there is plenty more to do.

Smiling to myself, I lower the blindfold over Cheryl's eyes and guide her to the bed once more.

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The room is dark, with only ambient light seeping in from around the curtains, this illuminates the room in a soft glow that creates an illusion of us being isolated on an island in the ocean. I can hear her shallow rapid breathing, a clear sign that she is nervous about what is going to happen. Her warm body leaning against my body, while her small hands hold on to me tightly as if afraid of letting go of me.

My left hand is gently caressing her back as I marveled at her soft skin, her full breasts, her tight stomach and her toned thighs. How much pleasure I had derived from them and how much pleasure I had given back to their owner over the last few sessions. A soft chime breaks my thought and at the same time announces the start of a new day.

"Happy birthday, my slave." I whisper gently into Cheryl's ear, her breathing quickens and I can feel her heartbeat speeds up.

I gently flips Cheryl onto her back, and she takes the supplication posture automatically. Hands above her heads, eyes closed and her legs spread apart. She is slightly slower than usual in spreading her legs apart this time. I climb between her legs, and is met with resistance, her legs refuse to open up further.

A silent battle of will happened, neither of us say anything and slowly her legs spread apart.

Positioning myself properly, my left hand holding both of her arms down, my right hand playing gently with her left breast, I lower myself over Cheryl and feel my dick come into contact with her pussy.

This requires skill as my purpose is not to penetrate and enter her, not yet.

Her pussy is warm and slippery, wet from the hours of play we had earlier just now.

"Who am I?"

"My master."

"Who are you?"

"I am your slave."

No hesitation.

I start to move, sliding my dick up and down along her pussy lips. I can feel her fear growing, I can feel her body stiffens. "Let go. Just let go, it is your master." Her body relaxes but not totally as I continue sliding my dick across her pussy lips. For the next ten minutes, whenever Cheryl's body stiffens a simple instruction will make her relax her body once again.

A slight change in posture allows me to hit Chery’s clitoris instead of sliding along her pussy lips. I can feel her arousal peaking as her body moves to synchronize with my thrusts to allow my dick to hit her clit every single time.

The time is right, I whisper the words she has been dreading and hoping to hear for the last few weeks. "Master, will be claiming you now."

"Yes master." Cheryl answer after a long pause.

Hearing that I change my angle slightly and my dick enters Cheryl by about 3cm.

"Cum for your master. Now!" And Cheryl came. Long and hard. I can feel her pussy squeezing my dick head as if it is milking me while trying to pull my dick into her pussy. Her hands gripped my left hand till it hurts. The 30 seconds wave of climax threatens to make me cum from the pleasure her pussy is giving to me.

Just as Cheryl is coming down from her climax, I withdraw my dick and push in gently again drawing moans of pleasure from her.

She is so tight.

Each thrust is like breaking new ground as I slowly opens Cheryl up. Each thrust brings pleasure to both of us as my dick sinks ever deeper into her.

Until I hit the wall and I pause.

She opens her eyes and look at me wondering what is stopping me.

"I am at your virginity."

Silence.

"If I go forward I will take it. I will claim you forever."

"... Yes master...

"Do you understand what it means once I take it?"

"...... Yes ... Master."

"Once I take it, you belong to me, you surrender yourself to me fully.”

"Yes master."

No hesitation, she has been ready for this moment for a very long time.

"Now say it. I give my virginity to my master."

"I give my virginity to my master."

"Say it again, I want to hear you say it loud and clear"

For a moment everything stands still, I hold my breath, for the longest of time she holds out, and suddenly her resistance crumbles.

"I give my virginity to my master." Her words not only grants me power over her but at the same time grants freedom to herself.

I can feel her resistance melting away as her legs spread further apart. I tighten my grip on her hands and push forward gently.

The wall starts to give way under pressure.

"Relax. Give in. Let go." I whisper repeatedly into Cheryl's ear and it gives way suddenly, it feels as though Cheryl's body made the final decision and let go totally.

I can feel the pain coursing through Cheryl’s body, holding my body in check. I bend down and kiss her whispering gentle words to ease her pain. "You are now mine. You belong to master." With every word, the frown on Cheryl's forehead lessen.

I pull out gently and pushes in again. Cheryl was a virgin, not someone used to sex, no matter how many sessions we had previously it is important to be gentle with her.

Pull out. Thrust in. Pull out. Thrust in more to open her up. She is so tight.

It took me a while before I sink my dick all the way into her pussy hitting the end. I bend down and kiss Cheryl on her lips, which is when I notice the wetness on her cheeks. I hesitated.

"Don't stop master. Don't stop."

"But."

"Please master. I give myself to you."

I pull out till I am almost out of her pussy and in one slow thrust all the way in again. The moan from her sounds different from what I had heard before.

Pulling out gently and thrust in once again.

"I give myself to master."

Pull out and thrust in.

"I give myself to master."

It seems that taking Cheryl's virginity has liberated her, and now she is truly enjoying herself. The tightness of her pussy, the passionate love making and her constant whisper about giving in to me tips me over the point of no return.

"Cum for me. Cum for your master."

Our combined climax reaches a crescendo.

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