The Journey by Misty_Tiratzo

In moments, she could feel his breath on her inner thighs. His hands gently traveled up towards her vaginal lips, closer and closer, but then retreated away, only to start traveling up the other thigh, closer and closer but once again stopping at the last second. This time he just ran a finger over the skin between the lips and the top of the thigh.

Honi groaned, pumping her hips in anticipation, the teasing causing her to lose any inhibitions. After an infinite age, finally a warm finger brushed very lightly over the outer lips, only to retreat again. An infinite time later, finally, finally going through her opening, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Honi.

His fingers now gently massaged inside the gateway to her soul. His focus was on the opening to her sodden vagina and without guile, she showed her appreciation with another series of guttural moans.

Without hesitating, he slipped a finger inside, making Honi shiver in pleasure as he slid in, slowly exploring, her wet warm walls contracting wantonly. Her body gripped his finger needfully.

He crooked his finger, rubbing and massaging her, teasing her, pressing in and withdrawing until her inner thighs began to tremble. He was slowly building up the intensity, bringing her closer and closer to her climax.

She bit her lip to keep from screaming as the need for orgasm got closer and closer. Her breathing became labored as her muscles tensed. Then came blissful release, as pleasure flooded through her in waves of shuddering – thrilling waves of pleasure, and, for an instant, the world stopped turning. Honi couldn’t think at that moment.

Minutes later, spiraling down, she was asking herself, “Did I really allow that to happen to me? Did I allowed myself to submit to this man? Did I strip myself bare and let him finger me to orgasm, in front of his wife? Also, in front of two women who did abhorrent acts to dumb animals?”

The room erupted with conspiratorial female chuckling. He raised his hand and the silence was as instantaneous as it was deafening.

Honi blushed profusely. “How…. What happened? Ho….How did this happen?”

He was obviously amused by Honi’s innocence. He spoke softly, but his voice reverberated in the stillness of the room. The only other sound was soft breathing. “It’s different, different for everyone,” he explained. “For Stephanie, it’s the excitement and an almost sibling dependence on Helen. Helen has a need to display and shock. For my Hostess, she has an innate knowledge of human sexual needs and pleasure. Nothing is too dirty, slutty or too taboo for her. She enjoys sex. She enjoys everything that construes sex. For me it’s control. I control. Once I discover what puts a need to submit into a person’s psyche, I can control them, like I controlled you just now. I don’t own you, yet I control you, and you, you have discovered that you need to be controlled. I will take that need and mold it if you let me. I can give you more sexual pleasure than you can imagine. You will not be a submissive or a slave. You will be mine, like Hostess, Stephanie and Helen.”

Still bent over the wooden bench, with her sex gaping and exposed, Honi nodded her head and stuttered out, “That s-sounds… like sexual slavery.” She paused, and in a moment of insanity worked up the courage to speak once more, “Is there more I’ll need to know or do?”

“Yes. You’ll call me Master when we’re together, or when I require it. If you are at my side in public you’ll smile and say nothing else unless I tell you to. Hostess, as my wife, expects you to be cordial and sufficiently submissive towards her in public. We don’t want any gossip, or any reason for anyone to ever ask questions about us. We are always above reproach, and intend to stay that way. You’ll refer to my wife as Hostess, and she’ll refer to you as Doctor, Dr. Honi, or any term of endearment she feels you deserve.

“Steph and Helen will be your equals in your journey forward. Each of them are professional career women, and considered experts in their own field. Should you accept what we’re offering, I’m stressing: Should you agree to this, you become our family. We will love, protect, and give you what your subconscious truly desires – discipline and control.

“If I ask you to do something, you obey instantly, or be punished for your lack of discipline. Should I spank you, cum all over you, fuck you, make you cum, or so much as lay a finger on you – you thank me, politely. If you forget your manners, you’ll be disciplined. If you follow the path I choose for you – if you are a good little girl for me, you will live in a state of constant pleasure from which I guarantee you’ll never want to leave.”

He used this thumb to wipe a speck of cum from his wife’s pursed lips. He looked directly at Honi, and again it seemed as if his eyes pierced her soul. Confidently, he asked her, “How does all of this sound, dear?”

Honi narrowed her eyes, shifting uncomfortably. What did this man expect her to say? Her brain had already agreed, her body had responded to his touch, he seemed to know her every thought. “Yes Master, I accept!”

Honi came out of her reverie, and looked at Chloe, thinking to herself, “How can I summarize all that in a few sentences?” She smiled. Maybe the Master could explain it better to the young girl.

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