by Kitty Thomas
He turned to Shannon, dark intent in his gaze. “Scoot to the edge of the bed and spread your legs wide so everyone can get a clear view.”
She felt the blush start in her chest then move up her neck and into her face. After everything, she didn't know why she acted like such an innocent virgin about this stuff. But it had been a long time since she'd had an audience—especially one of strangers.
Shannon scooted to the edge and did as he demanded. She chanced a glance over to the men. Large erections strained against pants as they drank her in as though they were crawling dehydrated through a desert, and she was their oasis.
Without preamble, Lindsay thrust into her. She was already wet and ready but it was still jarring. Suddenly he was pounding away at her in a way very unlike his normal style—except for that first time in the cafeteria when there had been real passion and different body angles. But he'd never taken her in this almost robotic, mindlessly pumping way before.
She felt... stunned. It took her a moment to process what was happening. Was she actually having bad sex? With Lindsay? This seemed utterly impossible. But here it was happening, and with an audience. She tried to look interested, engaged, like this wasn't the worst sexual experience of her entire life.
A few minutes of this worthless fucking passed and then he looked at her and said “Come. Now.”
Was he kidding? What the fuck? Maybe he didn't perform well in front of others, and no one had told him. She couldn't bring herself to be the first. She couldn't embarrass him or... hurt his feelings? It seemed laughable the idea that she could hurt his feelings... but the male ego was... well, it was something.
“NOW! Shannon,” he growled.
She did the only thing she knew to do. She started to writhe and moan. She threw her head back in abandon. She grinded helplessly against him even though nothing he was doing was in any way bringing her even the remotest pleasure. In fact, she was starting to dry out a little, and so the faster she faked her orgasm, the better.
Still, she warred with herself. If she faked it, he'd think she actually liked being fucked like this. He might repeat it over and over. Was she dooming herself to bad sex with this man? How had her perfect existence with him turned such a hard sharp corner so easily?
Fuck it. She had to do it. There was no other way out of this situation. She moaned louder and louder and then a minute or two later let out a shriek and arched up off the bed as she clenched her body and then fell bonelessly back against the pillows, putting a mask of dreamy satisfaction on her face.
After her imaginary climax was complete, he pounded into her harder and let out his own roar of pleasure. Then he pulled out.
Shannon felt dazed. What in the fuck had just happened? And how was it happening to her? With him? It hadn't been just mildly unsatisfying sex. It had been objectively the worst sex her body had ever been subjected to. And that was saying something.
Lindsay had already tucked himself back inside his pants and zipped up, a look of male satisfaction on his face. The men looked like they'd just witnessed a sex god in action. Oh yeah. She'd forgotten about those idiots for a moment in her abject horror over this situation. It was hard to think of them as hot right now since they'd just lapped up that performance and bought it without question. She only hoped Lindsay had as well.
“Shannon,” he said calmly, turning to her.
“Yes, Master?”
“Did you come?”
“I- of course I did. You saw it.”
“Did I?”
Oh shit. Did he know she'd faked that?
“Shannon, don't lie. If you lie to me, I will punish you worse than what you're getting for faking your orgasm. It will be far better for you if you just tell the truth. Did. You. Come?”
She looked down at her uncovered nudity and the trail of his spendings that had covered her thighs when he'd pulled out of her. The evidence of his pleasure mocked her. He definitely had come. Sex had never felt like such a gross and shameful act before. It was as though he'd just used her body to masturbate inside. Her very existence had been incidental to his pleasure.
“No, Master, I didn't.”
Her gaze drifted very briefly to the men for their reaction. They appeared utterly shocked.
“Of course you didn't,” Lindsay said.
“But... you saw her. You heard her! Did you see how she clenched up like that? She definitely came,” one of the men said.
“You unbelievable dolt,” Lindsay said in exasperation to the trainer-in-training. “Do you really think a woman can come from a man artlessly pounding into her that way? You think the very power of my words and demands can make an orgasm magically appear from thin air?”
Oh thank god, Shannon thought. This was just some weird object lesson.
“Why did you lie to me?” he asked, rounding on her.
She gestured to the men. “I didn't want to make you look bad.”
He seemed almost touched by the admission, but he quickly schooled his features back to those of a stern professor.
How had he known she was faking it?
“Would you all like to know how I knew she was faking it?” he asked, as if he'd just read her mind. Or maybe he'd just read the open and confused expression that was no doubt painted across her face. Or it was the next part of the lesson.
Several nods.
“First, how many of you are sure your women have all come during sex with you?”
They all raised their hands, ever the good pupils.
“I very much doubt that,” Lindsay continued. “In fact, I bet they've all been faking it. Statistically at least a few of your lovers have faked their orgasms, particularly during intercourse, and if you can't tell the difference, the hard truth is... they all have. I've had hundreds of women come on my cock, so I know exactly what it's supposed to feel like.”
He had their attention now.
Lindsay continued. “When a woman comes around your cock, you will feel distinct pulsing flutters in quick succession, as her little cunt has a series of small pleasurable contractions. Some women think they can fake this by doing quick kegels, clenching those muscles rapidly themselves. But they can't do it that rapidly. Another sign she is actually truly coming is her nipples will become erect. If her nipples are not erect, I don't care what kind of light show she's giving you with the moans and groans and arching and writhing... it's not real. There are other ways you may be able to tell depending on how well you know a particular woman, but these two are the most important to remember. And the most trustworthy indicators. Bottom line, if you know this, a woman cannot fake an orgasm with you. But she also can't magically have one if you don't know what the fuck you're doing or where all her nerve endings are bundled and how to stroke, and lick, and suck them.”
Shannon was quickly becoming aroused again by this lesson. Lindsay should teach sex ed to every young man about to embark on becoming a sex god in his own mind.
One of the men asked, “No offense to her, but what does it ultimately matter? I mean I understand pleasure makes them more willing to please, but what if they end up with a master who doesn't know all this? Or doesn't care?”
“They won't. We screen carefully. It isn't enough to have money to purchase one of our girls. You have to know how to fuck and pleasure and punish a woman's body. If you were to go to an animal rescue organization to adopt a dog, you'd find they don't give a pet to just anybody with the money to pay. They make prospects answer questions to make sure they can properly care for the animal. They do a home visit and inspection. They go with their gut. When our merchandise is so much more valuable, why would you think the requirements for one of our girls would be any less? You think we're impressed here solely by big bank accounts?”
The men stared blankly at him. They had definitely thought they wouldn't have to really learn anything, that they would only be training women to please them no matter what the women wanted. Shannon was happy to see Lindsay disabusing them of this notion. She'd always
known all the men at the house were amazing lovers, but it hadn't occurred to her that it was because they'd all been specifically taught to be. It further hadn't occurred to her that prospective buyers would be held to such standards of knowledge and skill—so they could properly care for their pets.
Lindsay really had intended for Shannon to be happy when he'd brought her to the house. Her attention went back to him when he spoke again.
“How many of you have been in a relationship where the sex was great in the beginning and frequent and she seemed really into it but after a while she stopped wanting to have it until the sex dried up completely?”
All hands cautiously raised.
“Yes, gentlemen. They were all faking it. Let me ask you, if you were having sex with a woman and the sex act was defined by when she had her orgasm whether you had one or not and you nearly never had one and definitely not just from sex... would you be eager to engage in this frustrating activity over and over and over again, nearly every day for years or even decades?”
It was like a light bulb was coming on. Shannon could practically read the thoughts in their heads. Oh my god. Women like sex. They just don't like bad sex. And we're bad at it.
Poor disillusioned darlings.
“Well then why do they act like they like it for so long?”
“They keep thinking it'll get better,” Shannon surprised herself by saying. Lindsay seemed a bit surprised she'd interjected as well, though not angry. “We're told sex gets better with time and you just need to learn what the other person likes and we really like the guy and we don't want to hurt his feelings. I mean you have the internet! This information is out there. We assume you'll care and learn it.”
Lindsay laughed. “She does have a point. Maybe if you'd be a bit more willing to learn, you might magically find a woman whose appetite matches your own.”
“Well also, it takes women too long to come,” one of the men who hadn't spoken yet, said as if he were dropping a secret of the universe on them all. “It's quicker for men.”
Lindsay moved back over to Shannon and began to slowly stroke between her legs. They fell open under his touch. His fingertips lightly skimmed over the slippery wet folds of her sex. She arched into him and let out a whimper.
“Actually,” Lindsay said as if he could barely tolerate their stupidity, “the vast majority of women are highly responsive to sexual touch. If you know where and how to touch them.” He dipped a finger inside her and gently stroked, hitting a small hidden nub of pleasure. She let out a stuttering gasp and gripped the sheets.
“Master, please.”
He chuckled and pulled his hand away making her want to crawl to him and do whatever it took to get him to go back to touching her that way.
“This, is real,” he said, “Now. Who's ready to learn?”
Every hand went up.
“Excellent. The first lesson. Oral sex.”
The men looked at her like they expected she'd be on her knees very soon.
“For her,” Lindsay said. “While we do train our girls, most of them are actually already very good at this. I question if you were paying attention when Anton told you you would be getting trained today. Shannon's already trained. She doesn't need to learn how to please you. She already knows. She could make any one of you have the best orgasm of your life in under five minutes. You have to learn how to please her, and by extension, all our other pets waiting to be adopted by a good master.”
One of them was still not fully getting this, still wrapped up in his master-of-the-manor fantasies where nubile young women lived to serve him and he didn't have to have any finesse at all. He said “Okay, but aren't they slaves?”
Lindsay rolled his eyes as if to say, it's impossible to find good help these days. “Yes, they are,” he replied, “But they came here willingly because they have their own needs. Realistically, if you want a sex slave do you want her desperate to please you because she's terrified of you or because she is aching to have your cock inside her or alternately because she needs to taste your come in the same way she needs air? Which one of these scenarios is more exciting to you? Really? Unless you're a sociopath—and the house already has one of those—you, and most men, want the latter. Now. Oral sex. You're all going to learn how to make my kitten purr.”
This whole wise sex teacher thing was really working for Lindsay. If he didn't stop talking and start touching her soon, she was going to embarrass herself.
He turned his full attention back to her. “But first... your punishment.”
The men's gazes shifted to the whipping implements on the wall. A couple of them looked practically gleeful to get to watch Shannon get whipped.
“Master, I'm sorry. Please. Mercy just this once.” She hated the idea of him doing this to her in front of these men.
Lindsay chuckled. “Oh kitten, if only I could offer mercy. But I can't. We're out of mercy. You used your sole get-out-of-punishment-free card weeks ago in the pool.”
Fuck. The night she'd decided to go swimming instead of being in his bedroom on her knees waiting for him.
“Scoot up higher on the bed and spread your legs.”
She looked fearfully at the objects hanging from hooks on the stone wall. Was he going to... whip her there? Pre-emptive tears started to move down her cheeks. “Master, please... please.”
“That's enough. Or it will be worse.”
He took four coils of smooth black rope from a box against the wall and made swift work of tying her down to the bed on her back spread-eagled. Then he pulled a blindfold from his pocket and covered her eyes. The room had gone still. Her breaths sounded so loud, panting out of her in this space that seemed smaller and smaller with each passing moment.
She waited, her body going rigid, tensing for the whip, flogger, or riding crop she was sure was about to land between her legs. Instead, she felt... a tongue?
“Come closer,” he said, his voice obviously addressing the men. She heard chairs scrape over the concrete, footsteps nearing. They were so close to her she could feel them as if their energy were pulsing against hers.
Suddenly a hand stroked over her breast. She pressed herself into the touch, trying to appease him.
“Did I tell you you could touch her yet?” Lindsay snapped. He was at the foot of the bed. So the hand on her breast was someone else.
“Sorry,” the man said, pulling his hand away from her skin as if he'd been burned.
Lindsay resumed his lesson. “You should start by kissing her. Treat the lips of her cunt just as you would the lips of her mouth. Kiss her deeply, slip your tongue inside between them. Nibble lightly.”
And then his mouth was on her... demonstrating. She gasped and arched toward him. What had happened to punishment?
One of the men she now thought she might have to murder, interrupted by asking, “I thought her clit was up higher. I thought that was what I was supposed to focus on.”
Abruptly, Lindsay pulled his mouth away from her.
“No,” she whimpered, her pelvis bucking at the air at the loss of contact.
“Not. Yet.” Lindsay said, irritated. “You have to tease. Let her arousal build. The wetter you get her, the better she'll feel around your cock when you penetrate her. This is as much for your pleasure as it is for hers.”
His delicious, expert mouth went back to kissing between her legs. He ran his tongue languidly over either side of her opening, and then began placing those hard, open mouthed kisses on her pussy, his tongue slipping inside, exploring. He soon had her bucking against him.
“Master, please,” she panted, jerking at the ropes even as she knew they would leave painful marks if she continued this fruitless struggle.
He pulled away and pushed two fingers inside her, slowly fucking her with them. His mouth went to her clit and he began to suckle her there. She felt herself swollen and engorged... so aroused she forgot the men who were no doubt leering down at her.
She felt herself at the very edge of her p
leasure. And then he pulled away.
“Please, please please. Don't stop.”
But he didn't resume his ministrations. “Jack, bring me the cane.”
She froze. Even at the mention of the cane, tears gathered and began to sneak out from under the blindfold to wet her face.
A moment later the tip of the cane traced lightly down her inner thigh. She tensed, even as she knew tensing would only make it worse. The cane came down in a sharp rap across the tender flesh it had just skimmed so gently over. Shannon could almost feel the welt blooming out over her skin, raising instantly against the sting of the bamboo.
She let out a shriek.
“Shannon, will you ever fake an orgasm with me again?”
She shook her head violently. “No, Master.”
The cane came down again an inch below the first strike. She cried out again. Her lip trembled.
“Say it. Tell me what you won't ever do again. I need to hear the words so we can be sure we understand each other,” Lindsay said.
It took her a moment to catch her breath from the cane. “I-I won't ever fake an orgasm again.”
The cane came down a third time on her inner thigh, another inch down.
“Please, please,” she whimpered.
“Do you promise?” Lindsay asked as if he weren't convinced.
“Yes, yes, Master I promise.” She jerked at the ropes. “Please, please no more.”
“Jack, hold the cane for me.”
Then his tongue was trailing over each cane mark in turn, ending in soft, open-mouthed kisses against her tormented flesh. After a few moments his mouth had moved back between her legs.
He chuckled against her skin, no doubt finding her even more wet than she'd been before the cane had struck her. He began kissing her again in that soft, slow way, opening his mouth so achingly slowly against her cunt, licking and kissing and sucking and nibbling on her lips before his tongue was inside her again.
