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to say.   “Well, I-I was kind of hoping to sleep in bed with you, Sir.   Is, um ... Is this girl allowed to say that?”
          “Yes, you are allowed to say that, Dominique.   You may ask or say anything, as long as you express the question or statement honestly and with respect.   I would have preferred you to say, ‘This girl was kind of hoping ... But yes, in essence your question was within the bounds of what you may ask.”
          “Um.   Sorry, Sir.   And th -thank you, Sir.”
          I smiled.   “Relax, Dominique.   This will be your room.   You may keep changes of clothes and makeup here etcetera.   You will be sleeping where I tell you to sleep.”   The disappointment on her face was obvious, but she brightened as I continued.   “But I believe most nights you will be sleeping with me, if you earn the privilege.”   I winked at her.   “And Dominique?”
          “Yes, Sir?”
          “I always want you to be honest with me.   Always.   It may feel awkward in the beginning, but our relationship depends on it.   You should be candid and confess things without being grilled.   It pleases me to hear the things you are thinking.”
          “This girl will try, Sir.”
          “You will succeed too, Dominique.   Or your ass will be very red in the trying.”   I grinned at her and she trembled, smiling nervously.   God, she was gorgeous.

    Was it what he said, or the way he said it to me?   Or maybe it was having a conversation with my wrists cuffed behind my back.   Whatever it was, I was getting so wet it was ridiculous.   I’d never been this turned on, ever!   I felt light-headed and could feel my body swaying.   When he talked about spanking me, I felt faint.   I wanted to try it now!
          “Are you all right, Dominique?” he asked.
          “Y-Yes, Sir.   Just ...”
          “Just what?”
          “Um ... Just, this girl is so horny, Sir.   She’s sorry.   She doesn’t know what’s come over her!”
          “Good,” I said simply, smiling at her.   She beamed at me, pleased with herself.   “Dominique, I’m going to ask you the same question I asked you earlier.”
          “Yes Sir?” she asked, looking puzzled.
          “Have you been naughty?” I chuckled.
          “ Ummm ... Oh, Sir ,” she whined, a mischievous look leaping to her eyes.   “Yes?”
          “Why, Dominique?”
          “ Ummm ... Well...”   she began, blushing fiercely, “Well ... Because I ...”
          “‘This girl’ ...”
          “Um, because ... this girl ... ummm ... has enjoyed what has happened to her ... and ... um, her imagination is racing about what might happen in the future, Sir.”
          “Are you turned on, Dominique?”
          “God yes, Sir.”
          “How can you tell?”
          “My ... I mean ... This girl’s p-pussy is wet ... and this g-girl is so hot, Sir.   It’s so exciting t-talking like this with my hands bound, Sir.”
          “Very good, Dominique.   I hope you won’t be too disappointed if I remove them.”   Taking her into my arms, she melted against me as I reached behind her and removed the cuffs.   She looked up at me and I kissed her lips gently, whispering, “Take a shower and come down to dinner.   You’ll find a change of clothes in the wardrobe.   Wear nothing but what I have provided for you.”
          “Thank you, Sir.”   She rubbed her wrists as I turned and started to walk away.
          “And Dominique?” I said, over my shoulder.
          “Yes, Sir?”
          “Do not masturbate, okay?”
          “Um ... N-No, Sir.”

    I stripped off and had a cold shower.   I hadn’t had one in years, and honestly, I doubt I would have even considered masturbating until Andrew told me I couldn’t.   The strangest desire to finger myself to a writhing cum washed over me