Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 76329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“I’ll help you get in the right mindset,” Mona continued, sitting on the edge of the bed beside me. Her perfume—something expensive and musky—enveloped me as she leaned close. “Close your eyes and imagine your sponsor has just spanked you for showing up late to a date.”
I closed my eyes, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. The scenario Mona described flooded my mind with vivid images: a faceless man in an expensive suit, his hand connecting firmly with my bare bottom as I lay across his lap. The imagined sting seemed to blend with the real soreness from Theodore’s earlier punishment, making the fantasy feel disturbingly real.
“Your bottom is still pink and warm from his hand,” Mona continued, her voice dropping to a hypnotic murmur. “He’s told you that you need to show him how sorry you are. He wants to see your smooth pussy, to see if you’re wet from your punishment.”
My breath caught in my throat, the words painting pictures in my mind that make my body respond in ways I couldn’t control. I could feel myself growing wetter, my pulse quickening.
“Touch yourself now,” Mona instructed softly. “Show your sponsor how wet his spanking has made you.”
My hand moved as if it belonged to someone else, fingers trembling as they slid over the freshly waxed skin between my legs. The unfamiliar smoothness startled me—I’d never felt my own flesh this way before, with nothing to buffer the touch. It felt completely different from when I’d been made to masturbate in front of the nurse. I gasped at the sensitivity.
“That’s it,” Mona encouraged. “Spread your legs wider so he can see everything.”
I parted my thighs further, my fingers exploring my slick folds. The camera clicked continuously, capturing every moment of my surrender.
“Your sponsor finds that you’re very wet,” Mona narrated, her voice taking on a dreamy quality. “He’s pleased that his discipline affects you this way. Now he wants you to prepare yourself for him. He makes you kneel down and suck his cock while you play with your little pussy, getting it ready for him.”
I whimpered softly, my fingers finding my clitoris almost of their own accord. The slippery bundle of nerves seemed to pulse beneath my touch, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. My hips rose slightly off the bed, seeking more contact.
“Look at the camera,” Theodore commanded. “Show your sponsor your face while you pleasure yourself.”
I forced my eyes open, meeting the lens with a gaze I felt sure looked nothing like my own—cheeks flushed, lips parted, nostrils flaring. My fingers continued their intimate exploration, circling and stroking as Mona’s words painted explicit pictures in my mind.
“Your sponsor is going to take your virginity tonight,” she whispered, leaning closer so only I could hear. “He’s going to push his thick cock into your tight little pussy and make you his. You’re going to feel him stretching you open, claiming what he’s paid for.”
A moan escaped me, unbidden and uncontrolled. My body was betraying me completely now, responding to these shameful words with undeniable arousal. My fingers moved faster, pleasure building inside me like a wave.
“He’s going to fuck you in all your holes,” Mona whispered, her voice like silk sliding across a mirror. “He’s going to train you to please him in every way a woman can please a man. And you’re going to love it, because that’s what you were made for.”
My breathing quickened, my fingers moving faster over my slick flesh. The pleasure was building, coiling tight in my lower belly even in the throes of my mortification. I couldn’t believe what was happening, and yet the thought of it pushed my arousal even higher.
“That’s it,” Mona encouraged. “Show your sponsor how much you want him. Show him how your body responds to the thought of being taken, being owned.”
The camera clicked relentlessly, Theodore moving around the bed to capture different angles of my shame and surrender. My body had taken control, chasing the pleasure that seemed to build with each humiliating word Mona spoke.
“He’s going to make you come on his cock,” she continued, her voice dropping even lower. “He’s going to fuck you until you scream his name, until you beg him to claim you completely.”
Something inside me snapped. The pleasure crested suddenly, surges of it washing through me as my back arched off the bed, a cry escaping my lips. My fingers moved frantically against my flesh as I rode out the orgasm, my whole body trembling with release.
As the pleasure subsided, leaving me gasping and disoriented, reality came crashing back. I had just masturbated to orgasm while being photographed. While a strange woman whispered filthy scenarios in my ear. While a man I’d just met captured every moment of my surrender.
I jerked my hand away from my body as if burned, scrambling to pull up my panties and tug down the nightgown. Tears sprang to my eyes, hot and humiliating.