by Jamie Knight
Most of my courses were being offered online but I’d had no idea how I was going to pay my tuition. At least until Joshua made his offer. I still wasn’t sure what would be expected of me but figured it had to be better than any regular job I could get.
The limo was one of the really fancy ones. All limos are fancy, but they didn’t all come with a fully stocked bar and a flat screen television. Both of which I figured would make traffic jams that much more tolerable.
I thought the limo would even have its own internet connection. I was proven right a moment later when my phone rang with a Zoom call. It didn’t say who it was from so I ignored it. Feeling a little bratty, I texted Joshua.
- What do you want?
I was probably in for a harsh punishment, but I just couldn’t resist.
- Your first lesson was to always do what I tell you. You failed. You must be more submissive, or your punishment will be very harsh.
- Yes, master. What do you want me to do?
- Check in pocket number one and call me back.
Putting away the phone, I took off my jacket and hoodie, to get to the first pocket. I half expected my nipples to get hard, but the limo was warm enough that they didn’t.
With trembling fingers, I withdrew what I found in the first pocket. It was a pocket-sized vibrator, just right for the small size of my pussy.
With the vibrator in one of my hands, I got out my phone with the other and video called Joshua back, my pussy already tingling with excitement.
Chapter Seven - Joshua
Impatience gnawed at me, like a ravenous rodent in my skull. I could hardly wait for Celeste to get to the house. I needed to relieve myself of some pent-up desire. Not least because I didn’t plan on fucking her until she had proven herself worthy of keeping around.
I would need to break her in first but was greatly looking forward to the opportunity. I’d had hard cases before, but they always relented in time. It was just a matter of breaking down their self-preservation, instinct and ego. Getting them down to their true selves. What they really wanted.
But there was something about Celeste that was different from all the rest in the past. I had a feeling she’d be breaking me down, too.
Her insolence ate at me. Had she tried that while we were in the same room, it would have been a harsh spanking. As it was, I had to wait.
Mark was right, she was stubborn and feisty. I needed to be in charge and go for a long time once I saw her. Though I had a feeling she would work out fine if I could get past some of her defense mechanisms. I knew something had made her guarded and would need a somewhat light touch, so that she didn’t shut down.
After what seemed like an eternity, she called back. The image on the screen showed she was sorry.
I softened, but only a little. I decided not to tie her up and spank her when she got to the house. I had something else in mind for her.
“Are you ready to be a good girl and submit?”
“Yes, master,” she whispered, eyes downcast.
She then held up the pocket-sized vibrator she had already gotten out of the pocket as per my instructions.
“Take off your clothes and show me the outfit,” I ordered.
I caught her stealing a glance to the right. She was likely looking at the privacy partition between her and the driver.
“He can’t see anything. The windows are tinted. Bulletproof, actually. No one can see you but me.”
Slowly, she took off her clothes, making an admirable effort to be sexy about it as she did so. She kept her legs together, so I could only see her nipples, which were already rock hard, standing out rigid, just waiting to be gently sucked.
“There are holes in the outfit I bought you for a reason, pet. Scoot down and spread your legs, so I can see everything.”
Without hesitation, my pet obeyed, scooting down to the edge of the seat and opening her legs wide, so I could see both her pussy and her asshole, both pink and ready. Her sweet little cunt was dripping wet.
“Put the vibrator in your pussy and play with your nipples.”
“Yes, master,” she moaned, slipping the vibrator deep into her glistening pussy.
She started to play with her nipples but gasped in surprise, looking down as a specially designed part of the suit did its thing, holding the running vibrator inside her.
I loved watching her expression as she realized what was happening. Seeing the pleasure appearing on her cute face was perfect. Her cheeks began to flush pink, just the way I liked.
“State-of-the-art suit. It is just full of surprises,” I said with a grin.
I watched as she began to tremble. With the vibrator buzzing deep inside her, I knew it wouldn’t be long before she started to cum.
I watched with interest and desire as her tender pink pussy lips got even wetter from the vibrator with the residual effects of the toy. It was working its magic deep in her tight little cunt.
I got the feeling it was the first time she ever felt such extreme pleasure. Her legs, both of them up, her feet pressed up against the wall in front of her, began to shimmy in delicious spasms as she got closer to orgasm.
I could tell it wasn’t far off. Before long, she was going to be exploding with joy. The vibrator must have gone right up against her clit.
“Getting close, pet?” I asked, watching as her cheeks flushed in the most adorable way.
“Yes!” she screamed, another spasm rattling through her like a freight train.
“Tell me how it feels,” I commanded.
“I, oh, fuck!”
“Focus!” I commanded.
I could see she really did try, closing her eyes and concentrating on what was happening to her cunt.
“S-so good.”
Unable to handle it anymore, I took out my cock, which had grown rock hard, and started to stroke it, feeling the delightful pleasure as I imagined fucking the virginity right out of her.
Celeste caught this and didn’t seem to be able to take her eyes of me. Her gaze was glued to my big, hard cock as I stroked it.
“You like that, pet?”
She nodded mutely, licking her lip as she did so. I could almost see her pupils dilate along with her pussy.
“You want this, pet? Want this big thick cock in your mouth?”
“Yes, master.”
“Want me to face fuck you?” I asked her. “Slam my big, hard cock down your naughty little throat?”
Nodding, she closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure. Whether it was from the vibrator or the thought of the face fucking wasn’t clear. Either way, I was getting through to her.
“Yes, master. I want you to fuck me right down my throat. My naughty little throat. Then I need you to slide right up my tight little cunt. I want it to be your big, throbbing cock instead of the vibrator, fucking the virginity out of me.”
“Anywhere else, pet?”
“What do you mean, master?”
“There’s more than one kind of virginity, sweet one.”
“Like where? Oh!”
“You must have seen it at some point,” I said.
“Yes. I-I didn’t mean to, the door to one of the rooms in the club was open and, umm, wow.”
“Do you want to try it, pet?”
“Anal?”
“Yes, pet. My big, thick cock pounding in your tight virgin asshole. Taking both of your virginities.”
Again, she closed her eyes and let out a moan, like she was imagining what that would be like. I was tempted to take it as a yes, but I still wanted to hear her say it.
“Yes! Please, fuck my ass. Pound the virginity right out of my pussy and then fuck my tight little virgin ass!”
She covered her mouth and blushed, clearly embarrassed by her outburst. But she had said it and it couldn’t be unsaid. I knew what she wanted, and she had given preliminary permission for me to fuck her in both the pussy and the ass.
I could tell she
wanted to say something else but the relentless buzz on her sensitive little clit once again robbed her of the power of speech. We both went silent then, Celeste enjoying the pleasures of the vibrator as I stroked my cock, already feeling the cum rumbling in my balls.
It was ready to explode like a hot, thick volcano, with me only wishing it could be up my sweet little pet’s pussy or asshole. Though that would have to wait, though.
I couldn’t fuck her too early. She had to be broken down and open to her true desires. Only then could the proper circumstances be brought about for me to take her virginity.
I needed to follow the rules, or I was just another thug like Mark. I felt a touch of guilt thinking of him that way, but the evidence spoke for itself. I’d given him the benefit of the doubt but the more I interacted with Celeste, the clearer it became that he had been abusing her. Likely without meaning to— Mark was an idiot, not a psycho— but the results were the same.
We came at the same time, the vibrator working Celeste to her end as my cock erupted.
“That’s a good first step,” I said, “though you have a long way to go before you can prove you can be submissive to me.”
Chapter Eight - Celeste
It was a struggle to breathe. I was so out of it, I almost forgot. The splendid warmth all over my body was all I could think about as I flushed with the sweet exertion of a massive orgasm. Several, actually. I’d lost count after about five.
The vibrator was still inside me. I could feel it moving around with every breath, the low, muffled buzz still sounding within the tender pink folds of my tight, virgin pussy, which was already ravaged with the pleasures of the flesh.
I was hard-pressed to imagine how it could get much better, but I also knew that if anyone could find a way, it was Joshua.
I’d lost track of both time and where I was. I looked out the window of the limo to try and see. But I only found my reflection looking back at me in satisfied bewilderment.
It must have been completely dark out, which made me think that we were in the forest somewhere. We were definitely well outside the city.
I’d seen a bridge right before Joshua called the first time. This was both a comfort and a cause for slight concern. The deep dark woods, such as they were, brought up feelings of both familiarity and dread from deep within me.
I was remembering going on family camping trips when my dad was still around, as well as the time I got lost, walking for what seemed like hours through the quickly darkening woods. Every scent and sound were a new terror to my young mind.
It wasn’t even things like branches snapping or wolf howls. Just fresh pine and owl hoots. Still, I was as scared as if I was being stalked by a Windego, which was just the most recent monster to have entered my over-active imagination.
I’d just read The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon long before I was ready for it and it seemed as though the story was coming true.
I was found, eventually, of course. Freezing and petrified. The trembling as my dad picked me up was a combination of these two effects. It turned out I’d only been gone for about an hour, not that it kept my mom from panicking.
That was part of why I never told her what happened later. After Dad was gone and the monster became all too real, hungering after my young flesh in a different, somehow even more horrible way.
I thought about Joshua. What his house might be like and what it would be like to be there. If only for a short time.
He was clearly quite rich, and I was imagining a massive stately home like in the Charlotte Bronte books. Some rooms would be open, while other entire wings would be forbidden, lest I met a terrifying fate.
I shivered with exhilaration, smiling as I bit my lower lip. My mind was abuzz, the movie theater inside it projecting all kinds of scenarios on the big, white screen behind my eyes.
Things were already so much better than they had been with Mark.
The limo came to a sudden halt and I tried to get my bearings, still only finding the pitch black beyond the windows.
“You’re here,” Joshua said, still on the video call. “Leave the vibrator in your pussy and cover back up. When you are dressed, come into the house.”
I heard the driver’s side door of the limo open and I quickly put my street clothes back on, fearing that the driver might see me in this vulnerable state. I relaxed slightly as I heard the trunk pop.
Still, I hastened to get my clothes on and wrapped myself in my jacket, getting it zipped up just as the driver opened my door. My bag was on the ground by his feet.
It was a bit of an ordeal getting out of the back, what with a vibrator held up my pussy and all, with the help of the outfit that Joshua had bought me. Still, the driver was very nice and helped me out.
I gripped the vibrator with the walls of my pussy as I stepped down onto the pavement, not wanting it to fall out. Even though there was a place for it in the suit, I was taking no chances. It would be far too embarrassing if it managed to work its way out of me and ended up on the ground. I was wearing pants, but it could still happen.
I looked at the driver, already feeling the warmth in my cheeks, hoping he didn’t know about the vibrator, even though I guessed he might have a clue. I was sure he knew what kind of a reputation his boss had, if only from so many nights of driving him to Club Lush where everyone knew he was a Dom.
After picking up my bag, the driver walked up to the front of the house, which was indeed a mansion on a huge, wooded estate, just like I’d imagined. I was surprised by how much I could see just from the interior lights.
The land itself seemed beautiful. Lush, green fields lead to thick surrounding woods— the same ones we had had to drive through to get here. It felt completely isolated from the rest of the world, but not in a scary way. It was more like the bad parts of the world couldn’t get to me, couldn’t find me here in this beautiful place.
The vibrator started buzzing again. The sound was muffled not only by my pussy but also by the added layers of clothes.
I doubted the driver could hear it, but I could certainly feel it. My over sensitive nerves felt even better now. I could feel another orgasm coming on.
“Are you okay?” the driver asked, on his way back to the limo, no doubt noticing my odd expression.
“Yup, never better!” I gasped, resisting the urge to grab my spasming pussy, already dying from embarrassment.
It was remote controlled, of course. I didn’t actually remember turning the vibrator on before it started buzzing in me in the car. Joshua must have had it working on a satellite or something to get that kind of range.
Could he still see me?
I struggled my way up the stairs, every nerve-ending in my pussy singing its joy as the vibrator worked inside me. The driver went into the house with my bag and I sat down on the steps, so I could cum without having to walk.
I took a deep breath, ready for the cascades of pleasure to wash over me in peace.
But suddenly the beep of my phone cut through the area.
Startled, I looked down at it, expecting bad news.
I was only half right.
Get up and walk. No relaxing during your punishment.
I looked up to see a security camera near the door. Joshua could see me. He knew what he was doing to me. And he was enjoying the show as he did it.
Nodding obediently, I got up and, getting through another huge pussy spasm on the way to a screaming orgasm that I did my best to turn into only stifled moans, I made it the rest of the way up the steps and into the house.
I expected Joshua to be there to meet me. Instead, I was greeted by a butler. He was more formal-looking than I would expect even a butler to be, dressed in full regalia, looking the very paragon of discretion and decorum.
“Follow me please, madam,” he said, with a slight French aspect to his accent.
The butler picked up my small bag and led me to a setup of stairs. While suffering through multiple floors of b
uzzing 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 wanting to make Joshua mad again, I got on the bed as I was told.
“Take off your clothes, except for the suit.”
I removed them as instructed, jacket first, then my hoodie and my sweatpants, leaving me clad in only the revealing leather and lace outfit. The vibrator was 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 area 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 in full speed. The almost pulsing vibration was 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 went off inside me, buzzing hard right on my clit. I lost count of my orgasms somewhere around twelve. More than I ever thought was possible.
Just when I suspected I might go mad with sheer pleasure, my master’s voice came again.
“Turn over, pet. I want to see your ass while you get fucked.”