A SLAVE'S JOURNAL, CHAPTER 7
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Lying there on the carpet, I was more relaxed than I could remember feeling in a long while. Somehow, Professor Blackthorne had taken me out of my brain and put me back into my body. Suddenly, my life, which had been all about thought, was now all about sensation. Very simple. I noticed again with a slight arousal that my ass was a little raw underneath me. |
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Then he spoke. “Kate, I must confess, I’m becoming quite enchanted with you. You may not have had any prior experience as a submissive, but your reactions and instincts are-with some small exceptions-perfect.” I tried not to grin too broadly. He gave me no time to bask in the compliment, however, continuing: “I would very much like to give you some more pain, now. How do you feel about that?” I frowned, considering. I knew I could still opt out at any moment. But I had already achieved a kind of forward momentum, spurred on by my fierce arousal and constant curiosity. I couldn’t stop now. My swollen, slippery cunt, my hot, raw ass-even my nipples, stiff and puckered from the cool air of the room-all drove me forward, wanting more. “Yes.” It was almost a whisper. I cleared my throat self-consciously. “Ah, Sir.” I bit my lip. |
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The professor smiled and sat down in his chair. “Kneel in front of me.” I did so. “I would like you to feel the effect you have on me.” He tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled my face down to his lap. “Use it for inspiration.” His cock inside his trousers was rock-hard. He ground my face against it: lips, cheeks, chin, nose. I could have resisted, could have fought against this hand pushing me down, but instead I relaxed my neck and allowed him to move my face this way and that, as if I were an object he was using to pleasure himself. |
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This close to his cock, with the faintest whiff of maleness through his clothes, my mouth filled with saliva. “You’re not good enough to suck his dick,” I heard from a far-off place in my mind. “He wouldn’t stick his dick in your mouth. You’re nothing.” And to my surprise, at this thought, my mouth watered more, and my cunt grew more hungry. I realized dimly that I had slipped into a state which I had never before experienced. I was no longer wondering what I should do, or thinking about all my obligations in the outside world. At that moment, and for the time being, Professor Blackthorne had become my entire universe. I existed only for the purpose of pleasing him and being used by him. My head and neck relaxed even further, and as he loosened his grip on my hair, I lay my head over his hard cock and floated in a few seconds of perfect peace. |
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When he kissed my forehead and told me to stand, it took what seemed like an eternity for my brain to command my body to move. I moved, dreamlike, into the position he directed me, bent forward over the desk. |
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The first few swats of the leather instrument startled me, but I didn’t react the way I had before. This time, I immediately accepted the pain, and my small sounds seemed to me like the whimpers and cries of a child-pure emotion, with no baggage. I wasn’t fighting him anymore. I wasn’t struggling against the pain. I was taking it in. And the more I took it in, the more I accepted it, the less it hurt. My ass felt warmer and warmer, and I could hear him hitting me harder and harder, but the pain was fading away. Every strike became a warm ocean wave breaking over my body. Tears welled in my eyes, but I didn’t know why. |
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When he switched to a soft flogger, there was no more pain at all. The thuddy feeling sent vibrations through my ass and lit a slow-burning fire in my pussy. Involuntarily, I began to moan, arching my back and sticking out my ass as if each whack were really his thrusting cock burying itself inside me, over and over... |