CHAPTER 4:
He inquired, "Monica, did you wear that outfit while traveling?"
I promptly spread my legs wide, allowing him a view of my freshly shaved pussy, as he had instructed me previously. 'Spread your legs before responding to any inquiries.'
Once my legs were apart, I replied, "Yes, Master, I drove here in this outfit."
He appeared pleased with my response. He examined my bare pussy while using his left hand to part my lips, ensuring I had not overlooked any hair in that area.
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He commanded, “Monica, take off your clothes, and ascend the chair!”
I could hear the rhythm of my own heartbeat. This was unexpected. I was obliged to follow his instructions, without dispute or inquiry. The only means of exiting the situation was through the use of the safe word.
I opted to stay and comply with the directives. Furthermore, I had just received commendation for my efforts, which left me feeling content and elated.
The master shouted, “Stop wasting time, expedite, remove your clothing now!”
I was in the midst of removing my midriff shirt while in tears because of the shouting, when his loud voice interrupted me, saying, “Stop right there!”
I felt a wave of anxiety. Had I committed another mistake?
He clarified, “When you are instructed to undress, you must always ask ‘Shoes or no shoes?’ Is that understood? For certain sessions, it is necessary to keep your shoes on.”
I answered: “Yes Master.”
Another requirement I missed from the agreement. It was gratifying to learn a new guideline. It signified progress.
He insisted again, “Monica, remove your clothes and take a seat on the chair!”
I inquired, “Master, shoes or no shoes?”
The Master replied, “No shoes!”
I bent down to remove my shoes. My progress was once again interrupted by him, “Hold it, Monica!”
Was this another error? What could my potential missteps be this time? Was there another rule? Undressing in front of him was already profoundly humiliating. What more could there be?
The Master elucidated the matter, “When undressing or dressing, it is crucial to adhere to a specific protocol: when you are undressing, remove your skirt first, then your top, and lastly your shoes. When dressing, you must do so in the reverse order. Is that clear?”
This was quite a lot to absorb; I made an effort to comprehend the underlying rationale.
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I permitted him to proceed with his required actions. My arms were restrained by him as well. I was rendered completely still. He immobilized all my limbs. I experienced a moment of intense anxiety. I was prepared to use the safe word if the need arises. That was not my desire. I was desperate to find out what happened next.
A handle-operated mechanism moved the leg holders outward. My legs bent sharply at the hip, forming a right angle with my upper body. My pussy was wide open.
The cold air from the AC ducts washed over me, a crisp, cooling sensation reached my wet pussy hole.
He headed out. ‘What if he is not coming back? How much longer must I endure this?’ My heart began to race once more. What is occurring? A surge of anxiety enveloped me, and panic started to creep in.
Adrenaline coursed through my veins, causing my intimate area to become even more damp. I was aware of its wetness. The chilly air sharply stimulated my moist opening.
The wait allowed me time for contemplation. How did this come to be? Just a few weeks prior, I felt dreadful about revealing too much cleavage, and now this?
Lux returned with a device. Two clamps were affixed to each of my earlobes. Three leads were connected to my chest for monitoring, one positioned near my left breast.
My nipples became physically stimulated and erect during the procedure.
He maneuvered a doctor's swivel chair directly in front of me. He gazed intently at my pussy.
He explained, “Monica, the device you have just had installed is a polygraph machine. You are required to give truthful responses to the questions, or there will be severe repercussions! Responding truthfully to the questions is a requirement”
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He stated that the polygraph examination had concluded, and because I lied, disciplinary action was required.
I was faced with a choice: tolerate physical nipple pain and electric shock torture, or engage in deep throat penetration and swallowing.
Regardless of the choice, two items from the checklist would be fulfilled.
My former boyfriend frequently penetrated my throat deeply. I possessed significant experience with both penises and dildos inserted deeply into my throat.
Being throat-fucked was an experience I was well-acquainted with. However, I had never faced nipple pain or electric shocks prior to this.
I responded, "Please, Master, fuck my throat.”
My wish was well received. He leaned the backrest of the chair back and lowered the headrest so that my mouth would be in line with his erect cock.
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He gave me instructions prior to my departure: "Return next Monday at 7 PM. On that day, refrain from urinating from 10 AM until you arrive at this location."
I replied, "Yes, Master."