CHAPTER 24:
A few days following my remarkable "graduation party," I encountered Lydia at her BDSM club.
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Dom remarked, “This is Monica; prior to utilizing her as our entertainment, you may pose questions to her.”
The initial inquiry was, “How old are you?”
Instinctively, I parted my legs before responding, as I had been taught at the clinic, despite being fully clothed.
Just as I was about to reply, the dominatrix struck the back of my ankle with a wooden stick. The pain was considerable. For a brief moment, I believed it was due to not spreading my legs wide enough; I saw no benefit in doing so, given that I was dressed.
She then clarified, “Before you respond to a question, you must repeat the question!”
I complied: “How old am I? I am turning 24 this month.”
Then the questions came in like artillery.
- What is your bra size?
- How do you masturbate?
- Do you like pussy?
- Do you sleep naked?
- How many times do you masturbate?
- Do you own a vibrator?
- Have you ever been forced into an orgasm?
Thus, the process continued. Once all questions had been addressed, it was time for instructions.
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The initial command issued was, "Remove your blouse."
Just as I was about to comply, the dominatrix struck my arm forcefully with her stick. The blow was sudden and excruciating, leaving a bruise that lasted for a week. She admonished, “You are not allowed to take any action without my permission!"
I replied, "Please, mistress, may I remove my blouse?"
She responded affirmatively, "Yes!"
This pattern continued for the remainder of my garments until I was completely naked. At this point, more intimate commands were relayed through the speaker, such as, "Spread your legs and pussy!"
I inquired of the Dom, "Please, mistress, may I spread my legs and pussy?"
“Yes.” She answered.