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used to control the up and down position of her head. When he pulled back on the leash, Joanie’s head came back as well. When he released the leash, her head was allowed to sink down, and Edgar’ anxious cock went deeper into her ringed mouth.
    Slowly, encouraged by Edgar’s movements, the tightly restrained little redhead worked the head of his dick in and out of her ringed, lipstick-stained mouth, following most carefully his instructions, but at times seemingly recalcitrant for no other reason than to encourage his retaliatory punishment. When she failed to do as instructed, Edgar applied any one of several incentives: The riding crop resting within easy reach of his right hand was periodically invoked to improve Joanie’s tongue’s performance. The wooden paddle on his left was frequently and rather harshly used to slow her too rapid sucking and the tiny, radio controlled electrodes taped to her nipples and imbedded deep inside her ass were activated when she made any one of several other common blowjob errors. The live dildoe in her tight little cunt only slightly distracted Joanie, because her attention seemed to wander from her paddle-burned ass to her oral receptors to her clothespin-clipped and electrode bound nipples. The daisy chain of chromed ball bearings on a silver cable was packed tightly into her tender ass, sharing limited space in her colon with the electronic stimulators. When he wasn’t doing something else to wind up his new toy, Edgar would slowly tug on the ring at the end of the daisy chain and eject one or more of the steel balls. This always got a response from Joanie, no matter what other things Edgar as doing to her at the same time. At one point while he was stuffing the five large, well greased steel balls into her resisting asshole, Joanie, in a moment when she wasn’t gagged, whiningly asked why he was doing these things to her. Edgar, ever sensitive to his partner’s new quest for erotic knowledge, told her that in time she’d not only love what he was doing to her, but want more and bigger balls in her ass and elsewhere. Joanie, being an accepting person and anxious to learn, then concentrated on relaxing her ass so that more of the hard, chromed balls could be inserted.
    Perhaps for her own reasons, Joanie seemed to learn slowly. Edgar was patient and always interested in improving someone else’s limited education and so the couple spent hours and hours in the stateroom, deeply committed to these educational endeavors.
    To suggest that Joanie, at twenty-two, was being corrupted or taken advantage of by Edgar would have been only partly correct because, although she often expressed discomfort about Edgar’s methods, she willingly admitted that she was indeed learning a lot. Rapid and frequent applications of Edgar’s learning tools to her tits, ass and other sensitive body parts apparently served both of their needs.
    At times, Edgar was certain that Joanie, like so many other bimbos he knew and fucked, was misbehaving just so she could be disciplined, however harshly. At some point in their classroom sessions, while she was tied to the heavy suspension rings overhead, to a chair or the handrails on the bathtub, Joanie, it seemed, would bait Edgar until he was forced to spank, paddle, flog or electronically punish her. On these occasions when her master’s prick was not readily available, he provided her with a poor substitute in the form of one of his many oral discipline devices. Most often these were large and larger plugs, pears, balls and faux pricks, some inflatable, some with curiously unpleasant liquid capacities and all capable of triggering Joanie’s oral receptors into a sexual response.
    Very early in this shipboard romance, if you can call it that, the two discovered that for Joanie, non-consensual sex was infinitely preferable to the usual consensual kind. So, when Edgar told her as they danced in the ship’s lounge on their second date, that unless she slept