He began to whimper
in sympathy, encouraging her. A broad smile spread slowly across her
face. She tipped her head back, closed her eyes, and cried out.
"Oh," Oliver cried out with her. She came back to herself and took
several breaths.
"That--makes a girl feel better," she said. She held the vibrator in
front of his face. "Clean," she ordered. He touched it with his tongue.
She shook her head and put it firmly in his mouth, waiting and smiling
while he sucked on it. "Very good," she said, removing it. "You are
learning your place." She was pleased, light hearted. "You like this,"
she said. Oliver felt himself smiling. He nodded helplessly.
"You will come back next Friday for more training. You are to save
yourself for me." She cradled his balls with one hand. "Do you
understand?"
"Yes," he said.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Yes, Mistress."
She squeezed him gently. "Good. Now go--and behave yourself."
"I will," he promised. "Mistress," he remembered. She released him.
Oliver dressed and drove home. He was oddly elated. _Save yourself for
me._ An order. An implied promise. Another thrill ran through him.
4.
Oliver worked on the mailing list all week.
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