“Now, Miss Blanchet. Have you learned your lesson? Will you submit to me and call me master?”
Her voice was shaky, but she did not hesitate. “Yes, master.”
“Are you very sorry for your naughtiness, Miss Blanchet?” His voice teased her, like his fingers.
“I am very sorry, master,” she pleaded. She brought her lips together tightly, and pressed them closed, but could not stop herself from moaning, desperately, “Please.”
He gathered her soaked hair to one side, sending a shiver through her as his fingers and her own hair caressed her upper shoulders. Playing with the back of her neck in the same lazy, teasing way that he was touching her bottom, he asked her. “Please, what, Miss Blanchet?”
Her head dropped forward. Her arms were almost shaking, and her legs had begun to tremble much as they had when Mr. Blackstone had made her spend. And yet she knew that she was frighteningly far away from any such release. “P...pp...please,” she whispered, and then moaned, for Dr. Doyle at that moment pushed on the center of the ball and dipped it inside of her. The change in sensation traveled through her entire body. “Ppp...please...”
What had she been intending to say?
“Master,” she whispered. “Please, I cannot... please, let me down, allow me to... to...”
As much as she wanted to, desperately, she could not form the words.
“This is what you must learn, Miss Blanchet. You must learn that your masters will grant you every wish you may have, but you must dispose of the modesty that you have been taught, for I shall not give you what you want unless you submit yourself fully to my will and ask me for it, as I have requested. When you say the words, you shall feel shame, but that is why I am making you say them, for you must embrace your humiliation and shame as part of your submission. It is what you give to me, so that I know you are obedient and willing to please me in all ways. You shall recognize, once you have learned this lesson, that submission will bring you intense pleasure. Then you will do it willingly. So, again, Miss Blanchet, say what you desire for me to do. Beg me to do it and call me master.”
As he spoke, he moved his fingers in slow, deliberate circles over her most sensitive places, and she trembled like a leaf, losing control of herself. Tears formed in her eyes as she struggled to form the words he had requested. She bit her lip and moaned. The ache in her bottom, and the ache between her legs, were both nearly unbearable now. She felt as if she might faint at any moment, if she were driven to further madness by this punishment.
“I want... I want... please, master, I www... www...want...” she mewled. “I want to... please, take me down from this device, I cannot bear any more. I www...www...want to sp...sp...spend. Please. Master.”
Saying the words indeed had the effect Dr. Doyle had described to her. As she pronounced the word she had never known to mean anything except to use money, a hot wave of shame engulfed her, and her already hot skin burned. The ache inside of her moved and kicked, and set even her abdomen to shaking like her legs.
For a terrible minute or two, Doyle said nothing, and she sank from her knees and howled as the hook pressed against her bottom. At last, she felt a slackening—of the restraints on her arms, and above her. She sank to rest upon her calves, shaking with relief.
He pressed his fingers against the small of her back, prodding her forward. “Lie down on the table, Miss Blanchet, but leave your knees on this stool. There, very nice, just as you did for Mr. Blackstone. Now, open your legs, spread them apart so that I may examine what lies between them.”
She did as he commanded, but when it was time to spread her legs, she did it slowly, in hesitant increments. The position was so very... scandalous, and improper.
“Do not be timid, Miss Blanchet. The time for modest, proper behavior has passed. Open your legs wide, to the edges of the stool, and raise your bottom in the air for me. Present the holes of my pleasure to me to do with as I desire. This is the obedience you must learn.”
She scooted her legs to the edges of the long footstool, quite wide. The torrent of liquid arousal between her legs ran down both inner thighs. The hook, still embedded inside of her, shifted and made a low moan flutter to life within her chest.
Without warning, Dr. Doyle placed a finger on the center of her lady parts, and stroked it, making her yelp and then turn silent with overwhelming pleasure as the wave began to build again. He continued to stroke her, painfully slowly, but still, she was nearing the blessed juncture when she would go careening over the edge, she could feel it. All that was required of her was to bend over and allow Dr. Doyle to do this to her, and then she would be—
She was so very close that her chest had become tight and she was no longer breathing, when Doyle’s finger stopped moving. She let out a long cry, turning her face to the bed. “Oh! Dr. Doyle, doctor...mmm...master, please, I beg of you, I cannot... you must...”
He pulled the anal hook slowly, and it stretched her bottom as it was pulled from inside of her. The terrible feeling of emptiness returned to her. He used a single finger to trace the stretched and sore circle of her intimate ring, his finger dipped inside, rubbing places on her body she herself had never, ever touched.
Then, another object pushed inside of her, and she knew it was the piece she had spent the day with, the one that reached so far inside of her. Though she knew it was utterly ridiculous to feel that way, she closed her eyes in pleasure when the object was securely back in place, and she again felt filled.
But nothing had been done about the mounting ache. As the doctor took his time with her, slowly moving his fingers over her body, her legs, her intimate parts, Lina’s breath became wild and panicked.
He drove her to the point of madness with his fingers, and then retracted his touch, leaving her to fall back to normal on her own. This seemed to go on for hours, and she was sobbing into the bed when he leaned over her and whispered, “But Mr. Blackstone has given me instructions, and so they are yours as well. You are not to spend, nor are you to make yourself spend.” His fingers slipped into her wet flower and gave her one last jolt of pleasure before forsaking her to her pain. “Your body belongs to your masters. And so you must not relieve yourself. You will wait until Mr. Blackstone approves. Only with this discipline shall you come to understand what it means to be submissive. Do you understand, Miss Blanchet?”
She had to breathe out a sob of despair first. “Yes, Master,” she managed to say.
“You will thank me now for this session of discipline.”
“Bbbb...but,” she began, but realized she would be punished if she did anything other than what he commanded. Surely they would not leave her like this? Surely they did not believe that she would last all night? And how would they know if she had done such a thing?
“Yes, master. Thank you, master,” she whispered.
He released her hands and the collar about her neck. She rested her face breathlessly against the table.
“Dress yourself, Miss Blanchet. We will attend dinner together with Mr. Blackstone, so you must hurry to your quarters and change your clothing.”
