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trousers down to your knees.’
    ‘Just the trousers, Sir?’
    He nodded. ‘Leave the panties.’
    She did as he said.
    ‘Good girl,’ he said, picking up her vibrator. ‘Now, put your hand
inside your panties, slip your middle finger all the way inside yourself, then
draw it out and show me.’
    She hesitated slightly.
    ‘Is there a problem?’ he said.
    ‘No,’ she said, steeling herself to do this with him sitting
there, fully clothed, scrutinizing her every move. ‘It’s just…’ She felt
herself blushing furiously.
    ‘When you’re ready,’ he said, not unkindly. ‘It takes time and
training to get into a submissive frame of mind. Just do your best.’
    She pushed her hand in, and down. It was an awkward maneuver to
perform while standing, but his hand on her upper arm held her steady as she
sought and found her opening. She pushed in, and relaxed, having completed her
task. ‘There.’
    ‘All the way in?’ he said.
    ‘Yeah.’
    ‘Sure? Do I need to check for myself?’
    ‘No, Sir. I mean, yes, Sir, I’m sure.’
    He smiled, and kissed her shoulder. ‘Now show me your finger.’
    She gave him a look, but said nothing as she complied.
    He took her hand in his, put her arousal-coated finger in his
mouth, and sucked it. She watched, forgetting to breathe.
    He released her hand. ‘Delicious,’ he said, picking up her
vibrator and holding it in front of her. ‘Now. Put this inside you.’
    She shook her head, as yet unsure where her defiance had come
from, or why. ‘No, I…’
    He stood up, grasped her firmly above the elbow, and steered her over
to stand behind the sofa. ‘You can lean on here if it’s easier. You have ten
seconds to get it in.’
    Still, she hesitated. He moved behind her, and shunted her feet
apart. His hand was gentle but firm as he pressed her down over the back of the
sofa. ‘This will make it easier.’
    Oh God, she was so turned on.
    He pulled her panties aside. ‘Last chance to safeword.’
    He waited a moment, and when she didn’t speak, he spread her open
with deft fingers.
    ‘Don’t move. Don’t try to fight it.’
    The blunt, rubbery head of her vibrator pressed against her. It
was a lot to take even when she was on her back and relaxed. He pushed more
strongly, and she grunted as the latex shaft slid in a few inches.
    ‘All right?’ he said.
    ‘It’s big,’ she managed.
    ‘That it is.’ He pushed the vibrator again, and his words had
obviously made her body more receptive, because the thick pink shaft stretched
her wide, and the ears were reaching her clit. He pulled her panties up so that
they held the toy inside her, and perched on the back of the sofa. He kept one
hand on her back in a silent reminder to remain in place.
    ‘You know the old saying, ‘Let the punishment fit the crime’?’ he
said.
    She swallowed. ‘Yes.’
    ‘Yes, what?’
    ‘Yes, Sir.’
    ‘That’s better. Your wrongdoing is that you masturbated when I
told you not to. You had an unauthorized orgasm, or,’ he paused, ‘was it more
than one?’
    ‘Two. Sir.’
    ‘Two. Well, your punishment is to have that big old vibe in you
for five minutes.’
    ‘Not sure that’s such a terrible punishment, Sir.’
    He smiled, and reached between her legs to press the power button.
‘We’ll see how you feel in a couple of minutes, sweeting. And by the way; you
are not permitted to come.’
    It was no time at all before her head was foggy, dizzy, her body
screaming for release as her vagina spasmed around her treacherous vibe, with
whom she’d spent so many happy hours, her body and mind were now conditioned to
respond to it. So much for being best friends. Sweat beaded on her face. All
she could do was rest her forearms on the sofa back and let out a long, loud groan
as she tried without success to clamp down on her spiralling orgasm. Finally
she gave in and humped the toy shamelessly, but couldn’t quite make it happen.
    She reached down to manipulate the vibrator, but he gripped