Breaking In His Virgin - Club Lush

The butler picked-up my small bag and led me to a set up of stairs. Suffering Rhee floors of buzzing pussy torture, I was led to a door on the third floor. I gasped as the butler opened the door. The room was full of all sorts of contraptions and looked like a smaller version of Club Lush. There was also a bed set up and I figured it was meant to be my bedroom as well as a playroom.

The butler placed my bag on the bed before leaving the room and closing the door behind him. I heard the click of a lock and knew that was it.

“Lie down,” came a familiar voice from nowhere.

I looked around and spotted a small speaker, probably from an intercom system, in one of the upper corners. Not wanking to make him mad again, I got on the bed as I was told.

“Take off your clothes except for the suit.”

I tripped off, jacket first, then my hoodie and my sweatpants. Leaving me clad in only the revealing leather and lace outfit. The vibrator still inside me.

“Good girl. Now, lay back and spread your legs wide, so I can see everything and enjoy the show.”

I wanted to ask what show but kept quiet and did as I was told. The cool are on my pussy and asshole tickled, making me smile.

“That’s a good little pet. Now, try to relax.”

No sooner did I try to relax than the vibrator came on full. The almost pulsing vibration going from my pussy down to my feet and up to my teeth. I moaned long and loud, almost screaming, my voice sounding like I was sitting on a washing machine during the spin cycle. My pussy clamped hard on the vibrator as it vibrated inside me, buzzing hard right on my clit. I lost count of my orgasms somewhere around 12. More than I ever thought was possible. Just when I thought I might go mad with sheep pleasure, my master’s voice came again.

“Turn over, pet. I want to see your ass while you get fucked.”

“Yes, master!” I screamed, turning over onto my front and lifting my ass as high as I could. Doing my best to angle at the camera, so he could see my ass as my pussy continued to spasm with ridiculous orgasms.

“Please,” I whimpered after either my 23rd or 24th body wrecking orgasm.

The vibrator shut off abruptly and I fell over onto my side panting and weeping with joy and relief. I could barely touch my pussy it was so sent I’ve after being ravaged so thoroughly. Though still while leaving my purity intact. I still had my cherry for him to claim later. The thought thrilled my as I tried to recover from the insane pleasure I’d just been put through.

“You can have a break now but leave the suit on and the vibrator in your cunt. Understood.”

“Yes, master,” I managed to squeak and the room went silent.

Chapter Nine - Joshua

No rush. Every fiber was screaming to go to her. It was only across the hall. Distance could be a funny thing. Some would say the room as close. Only a few steps. Yet, At that moment, with a raging erection, knowing she was waiting for me, it seemed like the longest distance in the world. I could almost smell the gunpowder. The battlelines drawn in bones and blood. My mind and my hormones waging horrific battle. It was a disagreement I was well acquainted with. I’d been fighting it since I hit puberty and had only gotten stronger since. There were many things, both good and bad, that could be said about me. Though ‘impulsive’ wasn’t one used even by his most bitter enemies.It had taken years of work and dedication. Yes, through sheer graft, I’d reached a level of self-control that rivaled a superpower. No matter how much my cock might scream or beg for release. I was going to give Celeste the proper time. I’d taken her on and had a duty to help her be all she could be.

I looked at my Rolex. A tasteful understated piece, consisting of chrome silver and midnight black. It wasn’t time yet. I was determined to push her to the limit and then past it. It was the only way to really know where the boundaries were. Like how the only people who really know where the ‘edge’ was, were the ones who went over it.

She was probably getting bored. That was part of the punishment. Not everything in BDSM was physical. There as also a major psychological element. Make submissives yearn was a main form of punishment and control. It was the basic notion behind orgasm denial. She probably thought I wasn’t interested, or I forgot. Leaving her there on the bed. Her legs spread wide to the camera. The vibrator still deep in her little cunt. I could tell she was getting frustrated. The look on her face told me that much. She had been worried a moment ago, which was good. She needed to learn to trust me if it was going to work.