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Sir, if you understand.”
    “Yes,
Sir.” She squirmed, her inner muscles clenching the probes.
    He
stood in front of Sam, glanced over to the window, nodded, and looked back to
her. “Tell me, Samantha, when was the last time you pleasured yourself?”
    She
was acutely aware of the doms standing around her, waiting to hear her answer.
“Last night, Sir.”
    “And
how did you do it?”
    “Sir?”
    “I
mean, with your hands or a toy, or what?”
    She
took a breath and focused on the wall behind him. “With my hands at first, and
then I put in a butt blug and used a vibrator.”
    “Look
at me when you speak to me, Sam.”
    She
looked up and met his eyes. He didn’t look annoyed.
    He
nodded. “Was the vibrator large or small, or somewhere in between?”
    “It
was large, Sir. I had difficulty getting it in. The butt plug made it tighter
than usual.”
    “Did
you need to lube it before the insertion?”
    “Lube
would have helped, but I was so turned on, I didn’t bother. I didn’t want to
have to stop to wipe it off my hands.”
    He
smiled. “You don’t like to be sticky. I remember that.”
    “No,
Sir.”
    “And
once that big vibrator was fully inserted, what was going through your mind as
you turned it on and pressed it deeper?”
    Steeling
herself against her shyness, she smiled and met his eyes for just a second.
“You, Sir.”
    His
eyes lit up, though the rest of his body language remained intimidating. “And
what exactly was it about me that you were thinking about?”
    She
blushed.
    He
took her hand and squeezed it gently. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, Sam.
I’m flattered that you thought of me.”
    She
swallowed. “I thought about what you might do to me tonight, and what I might
do to you. This... and the other things we talked about on the phone.”
    He
nodded, and she was glad he didn’t insist she go into detail.
    “Sam,
the last time we met, you claimed that you were interviewing a source at the
Marco Hotel at the time a major cocaine drop was taking place, and packets were
being passed out to various persons who were acting as drug mules.”
    “Yes,
Sir.”
    “Arresting
officers have informed me that you admitted that you gave a false statement
last time, and you were actually acting as an accomplice. They said you
distracted a law enforcement official from carrying out their duty by
pretending to interview them while the drop was going down, thus preventing
them from stopping it.”
    “Yes,
Sir.”
    He
took a small remote control from his pocket, and pressed a button. The probes
slid a little deeper into her body, and began a low vibration. She squirmed,
trying to take them deeper. They withdrew, and she moaned softly in frustration
    “Why
did you lie before, Sam?”
    “I
don’t know, Sir.”
    He
gave her a hard look. “And why are you lying now? ”
    She
swallowed. “To see you again, Sir.”
    His
eyes seared into hers, genuinely inquisitive. “To see me?”
    She
steeled herself, and told the truth. “I missed you, Sir.”
    He
looked incredibly pleased, but his tone remained hard. “Where were you at seven
forty-five, on the evening of June seventeenth last year?”
    “Having
dinner with friends.”
    “And,
in fact, nowhere near the Marco Hotel.”
    “No,
Sir.”
    Master
Dan pressed another button, and the probe in her vagina began to slide out,
only to push right back in. She clenched around it, rocking her hips into it as
the vibrations grew stronger, the doms’ hands on her shoulders keeping her from
bowing forward.
    “Tell
me who, Sam. Tell me, and I’ll let you come.”
    “I
was with someone. Actually...  two people,” she said, wondering what he would
make of this.
    “Who?”
He thumbed the remote.
    The
vibrations intensified, and she clamped hard on the probes. “Oh, God.”
    He
stopped the vibrations completely. “Who, Sam?”
    “Two
men,” she gasped. “A journalist, and a photographer. We were all lonely, and
decided to get a hotel room and