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approached
a light. “Your punishment must be more severe now.”
    His fingers flew across the phone surface
and suddenly my phone vibrated far stronger than before.
    He was texting me.
    The thing about those mini-music player
phones is that their text vibrate is a lot louder—i.e. stronger—and
longer than for the call vibrate. A design that I deeply resented
right now. The text came one after another without stop. I was
shrieking inside. My eyes squeezed shut. My nerves were on fire.
Every fiber of my being wanted to tighten, to squeeze, and to seek
that sweet sweet release from the delay.
    But he did not give me permission to do
so.
    Again and again, the waves of pleasure
crashed into me. But I held my composure. Everymuscle fiber
screamed for release but I held it back. It was getting harder and
harder to stay rigid. I begged him for release with my eyes, but he
still would not look at me.
    We drove by another
intersection. The phone continued to vibrate inside of me, sending
wave after wave of intense pleasure coursing through my
body. I can't do it... I'm going to
come... Oh God! Here! I!
    “ Come!” He suddenly
bellowed and I was more than happy to oblige. The tension in my
body drained all at once as I released the pent up energy in a
massive toe-curling orgasm. My back arched up from the seat and
were it not for the seat belt holding me back, I might have threw
myself into the windshield.
    “ Well done, Slave. We're
here.”
    The car pulled into a driveway. It was a
small house—typical of most houses in Collegetown. He stepped out
of the car and opened my door.
    “ Follow me.”
    The setting sun threw long shadows around us
as the earth slowly bled away the heat of the day. I followed Him
to the door. When we entered, I saw that all of the lights were on.
I felt slightly embarrassed at how exposed I looked under the
light. He led me to the center of his living room, drew the blinds,
and sat down on a couch.
    “ Come here.”
    His eyes followed my body and rested
squarely on my lower abdomen.
    “ Remove your
gag.”
    I did as told. My jaw felt like it was about
to unhinge when I took the ball out of my mouth.
    He pointed at the slight bulge at my lower
abdomen. “What is that?”
    “ Mi—Its...” I looked away
slightly. “Toys.”
    “ Look at me when you
address me, Slave. And remember rule number three.”
    “ It is sorry,
Master.”
    “ Better.”
    He motioned me closer and when I approached
within arm's reach, his hand reached under my dress and felt
between my wet thighs. His fingers brushed against the petals of
the flower and an eyebrow raised up.
    “ What's this?”
    “ Beads,
Master.”
    “ How many?”
    “ Twenty,
Master.”
    “ Hike up your dress and
spread your legs.”
    His hands flew between my legs as soon as
the opening was made. They were firm but gentle. The fingers
splayed my swollen pussy lips apart, revealing the tip of the
condom. In one smooth motion, he yanked the phone out of my pussy.
I gasped at the sudden rush and fell to my knees. The soaked condom
dangled in front of me but I didn't dare raise my head. I just
broke rule number four. He leaned down into my ear and
whispered.
    “ Have you been pleasuring
yourself, Slave?”
    I looked up with doleful eyes at him.
“Y-Yes, Master.”
    His warm breath tickled my neck as his other
hand wrapped around the petals of the rose on my asshole. “Twenty
beads, you said?”
    “ Yes, Master.”
    “ I have to credit you,
Slave. I underestimated you. But no matter.” He pressed my stomach
to his leg as his hand pushed back against the rose. The beads
squeezed and bumped into each other inside of me but could not
exit. His other hand flew down and pressed at my waist and tears
welled from my eyes at the pain and pleasure that fought inside of
me.
    “ No tears,
Slave.”
    “ Yes, Master.”
    I was a servant to my Master's will. His
pleasure will be mine. I couldn't cry. I won't cry. His hand rubbed
me relentlessly. Each small