before him bare except for the collar and heels. She lowered her head. “Come closer and ask,” Ruben ordered. “You may call me ‘Simon’ and add a term of affection.”
She moved up to stand between his legs. “Please, Master Ruben, I mean please...dear Simon touch me,” she said. He placed his large hands on her hips and felt along her body until he cupped her breasts and pinched her long nipples between this thumb and index fingers. Kathy gasped and looked away. Her nipples were swollen and hard.
He chuckled, “I knew back then, on the night you humiliated me, that you were not what you seemed. I knew that the aristocratic Mrs. Ryan wanted me to grab her precious tit, wanted me to whisper obscenities in her pretty pink ear, wanted to feel my cock through her thin gown. Am I right? Isn’t that what you really wanted?” He rolled her nipples between his fingers.
Kathy avoided looking at him by concentrating on a painting behind him. She had to say what she knew he wanted to hear, “Yes, what you say is true. That night I was excited when you asked me to dance. The memories of seeing you at the pool came flooding back. The things you said to me were exactly what I imagined you would say. I hoped you would touch my breast just as you are doing now. I wanted to feel you...to feel your cock against me.” For a terrible moment she wasn’t sure if she was telling him what she knew he wanted to hear or if her words held some truth.
Ruben twisted her nipples, “I knew then what you would become. What have you become, Mrs. Ryan?”
“I…I’ve become the possession of any man Mr. Satomi gives me to.”
“He’s given you to me.”
“Then I belong to you.”
“Tell me and show me you mean it.” He slid his hands down to her hips.
His thick fingers dug into her skin. Only last year she had slapped him in public for presuming to place his hand near her breast. Now, she stood, naked and submissive before this disgusting old man. His sweaty hands were hot. They kneaded and caressed her bare ass. His ugly face leered up at her. “Whose woman are you?” he asked.
“I belong to you...to Simon Ruben.” She took his hands and moved them along her sides until they once more cupped her breasts. He lifted his head toward her and licked his pendulous lips.
“I don’t need to order you, do I? It’s what you’ve been thinking about since you entered the room. It’s what you’ve always imagined, always wanted.” He licked his lips again. “Say it. Ask me.”
“You’re right, Simon, you needn’t order me.” She looked down at his thick lips that were wet with spittle. “It’s what I’ve wanted, what I’ve wanted since…since before my marriage.” She leaned forward. “Please let me kiss you.” Her parted lips touched his. His thick tongue slid into her mouth. She felt nauseous but at the same time a wave of heat flushed her cheeks and spread downward. The kiss lasted a long while. Kathy groaned inwardly. When he released her, she staggered back unsteady in the heels.
Ruben looked at her for several moments before speaking, “I think you’re easily aroused, Mrs. Ryan. Is that true? Are you easily aroused?”
She glanced at him, then looked away, “Yes...since my...my training I seem to...to…,” she didn’t finish.
He nodded, smiling, “I see you wear a metal cap over your clitoris. I’ve been told about it. I’ve also been informed that you are not to be fucked in the cunt, you are not to be permitted to cum. Is that true?”
“Yes,” Kathy bowed her head, “Mr. Satomi has given strict orders that...that...my pussy is not to be penetrated. The brushes have been taken out of the clitoral cap. Without them I’m unable to cum.”
“Good,” Ruben nodded, “if you’re not thinking about your own pleasure, you can concentrate on giving pleasure to others. Since your cunt is not available, how do you propose to be of service?”
Her head still bowed she answered quietly, “My
She moved up to stand between his legs. “Please, Master Ruben, I mean please...dear Simon touch me,” she said. He placed his large hands on her hips and felt along her body until he cupped her breasts and pinched her long nipples between this thumb and index fingers. Kathy gasped and looked away. Her nipples were swollen and hard.
He chuckled, “I knew back then, on the night you humiliated me, that you were not what you seemed. I knew that the aristocratic Mrs. Ryan wanted me to grab her precious tit, wanted me to whisper obscenities in her pretty pink ear, wanted to feel my cock through her thin gown. Am I right? Isn’t that what you really wanted?” He rolled her nipples between his fingers.
Kathy avoided looking at him by concentrating on a painting behind him. She had to say what she knew he wanted to hear, “Yes, what you say is true. That night I was excited when you asked me to dance. The memories of seeing you at the pool came flooding back. The things you said to me were exactly what I imagined you would say. I hoped you would touch my breast just as you are doing now. I wanted to feel you...to feel your cock against me.” For a terrible moment she wasn’t sure if she was telling him what she knew he wanted to hear or if her words held some truth.
Ruben twisted her nipples, “I knew then what you would become. What have you become, Mrs. Ryan?”
“I…I’ve become the possession of any man Mr. Satomi gives me to.”
“He’s given you to me.”
“Then I belong to you.”
“Tell me and show me you mean it.” He slid his hands down to her hips.
His thick fingers dug into her skin. Only last year she had slapped him in public for presuming to place his hand near her breast. Now, she stood, naked and submissive before this disgusting old man. His sweaty hands were hot. They kneaded and caressed her bare ass. His ugly face leered up at her. “Whose woman are you?” he asked.
“I belong to you...to Simon Ruben.” She took his hands and moved them along her sides until they once more cupped her breasts. He lifted his head toward her and licked his pendulous lips.
“I don’t need to order you, do I? It’s what you’ve been thinking about since you entered the room. It’s what you’ve always imagined, always wanted.” He licked his lips again. “Say it. Ask me.”
“You’re right, Simon, you needn’t order me.” She looked down at his thick lips that were wet with spittle. “It’s what I’ve wanted, what I’ve wanted since…since before my marriage.” She leaned forward. “Please let me kiss you.” Her parted lips touched his. His thick tongue slid into her mouth. She felt nauseous but at the same time a wave of heat flushed her cheeks and spread downward. The kiss lasted a long while. Kathy groaned inwardly. When he released her, she staggered back unsteady in the heels.
Ruben looked at her for several moments before speaking, “I think you’re easily aroused, Mrs. Ryan. Is that true? Are you easily aroused?”
She glanced at him, then looked away, “Yes...since my...my training I seem to...to…,” she didn’t finish.
He nodded, smiling, “I see you wear a metal cap over your clitoris. I’ve been told about it. I’ve also been informed that you are not to be fucked in the cunt, you are not to be permitted to cum. Is that true?”
“Yes,” Kathy bowed her head, “Mr. Satomi has given strict orders that...that...my pussy is not to be penetrated. The brushes have been taken out of the clitoral cap. Without them I’m unable to cum.”
“Good,” Ruben nodded, “if you’re not thinking about your own pleasure, you can concentrate on giving pleasure to others. Since your cunt is not available, how do you propose to be of service?”
Her head still bowed she answered quietly, “My
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