I felt my face crumple as the heat flared anew in my face. To my horror, the controller beeped again.
Oh, no.
I shook my head violently. Major Harrow’s smile broadened.
“I’m afraid the governor doesn’t lie, Sara,” said the doctor, his voice betraying his amusement. Again he turned to the major. “The beauty of the governor’s design, though, I’m sure you’ll agree, lies in the precisely calibrated range between one and ten—which of course represents no moderation at all of the girl’s arousal cycle.”
My lips had parted, and I took one quick breath as it happened again: the jolt that didn’t take hold, the ache that vanished, as a physician discussed with my guardian how my body’s wanton needs were to be kept in check. The beep that told them precisely what had just occurred between my thighs.
Major Harrow had turned his attention to the doctor, but at the sound of that awful beep he looked at me, one eyebrow arching so precisely that it made my tummy flip over at his sheer attractiveness. He glanced back at the doctor.
“Shall I raise her responsiveness a bit?” he asked. “I’m intrigued by the potential for training her to please me, as you can imagine.”
I swallowed hard. The horrid controller beeped again, and the sound drew a sob from my throat.
“You may want to silence the controller,” the doctor suggested. “That’s the slider on the side. As promised by her profile, Sara here is experiencing all the submissive needs she repressed for so long.”
Another wave of humiliation washed through me, and I felt the governor still my pussy even as the arousal threatened to rise again. But the noise didn’t follow: my guardian had decided to silence the alarm, so the wantonness between my legs didn’t disturb him when he wanted to concentrate his attention elsewhere. I closed my eyes, mortified at the thought.
“There,” the doctor said. “Now, by all means, nudge her governor up a little—three perhaps. The Prosperians generally use that setting when teaching a bride to control herself.”
To control herself.The words made their way into my consciousness even as I watched Major Harrow move the tip of his forefinger slightly in an upward direction on the silver card. For the first time in long minutes, the immodest impulse took shape; I moved my hips in search of a pleasant friction that answered the little thrill of need the doctor’s words caused there, down below my belly.
I realized to my shame that I couldn’t have controlled it no matter how hard I tried, because after having the governor turned down to one myrealneed—a bodily need so deep in me it could only represent my heart, my emotional essence—seemed to have grown, unfelt until now.
The doctor nodded, glancing at me with a smile of satisfaction. Then, to my dismay, he turned back to the major.
“You caught that little movement of her hips?”
“I did,” my guardian replied. “And I saw the controller flash red and then go green again. That’s the governor moderating her response?”
Doctor Greenway nodded again. “Exactly.”
He turned to me, and then I wished he had kept his attention on Major Harrow.
“You’d like to touch yourself now, wouldn’t you, Sara?”
“No,” I said, shaking my head again, very weakly. “I… I don’t. I don’t do that.”
“Interesting,” Major Harrow said, turning his own attention to me. “Even in a culture that’s tried to remove the taboo, you don’t indulge yourself that way. Still, I imagine the doctor is correct, no matter what you say about your past behavior, my dear. And I can assure you that one of the first things you’ll learn is how to masturbate for the pleasure of your master as he watches you stimulate your sweet, naughty cunny.”
“The contrast is very interesting, isn’t it, Sara?” asked the doctor. “You can’t get quite as aroused now as you did for instance when your guardian stimulated you after the paddling, can you? But you lost all your arousal right after I installed the governor—and now I imagine every little thought about your sexual training makes you long to be able to touch yourself—and, of course, for the return of your guardian’s fingers… as well as, I’m sure, for his erect penis.”
I kept shaking my head, but I knew the expression on my face, the way my brow kept working with my helpless response to Doctor Greenway’s degrading words, completely betrayed the effect they had on me.
“Interesting,” repeated the major, smiling. “I think in fact I’d like her to masturbate a little, as soon as possible. Our broadcast debut is coming up in only a little while, and I’d like to practice with the governor so that I can provide Sara’s fellow citizens with the sort of show they’ll benefit from the most. Will that pose a medical problem?”
I had clenched my fists at my sides, in an attempt to keep from moving my hands, so that I wouldn’t feel the cuffs around my wrists. I found myself trying over and over to move my hands away from their fixed position and toward the terribly exposed private places between my legs and my punished bottom-cheeks.
I didn’t know whether, if I had had the ability to put my hands there, I would have covered myself, or I would have despite everything tried to do the mortifying thing Major Harrow had made reference to. Whenever I forgot to keep my arms still, though, and I did strain against the stout webbing that encircled my wrists and kept them bound to my sides, the feeling of imprisonment sent another humiliating wave of need through me.
Though my guardian had turned off the controller’s alarm, I could see it flash red again and again. The warning flashed every time that exquisite ache arose and then stopped… negated just before it could build to the point I so desperately wanted it to go. To my dismay I felt even more ashamed when the governor stopped my pleasure, because of how desperately I wanted it to continue rather than fading.
“Oh, no,” the doctor replied to the major’s humiliating revelation of the horrifyingly public ordeal that awaited me. “Just let me finish up her exam by taking a look inside with the speculum to make certain she’s ready for sexual training.”
I closed my eyes, willing it to be over. I heard the doctor move the rolling stool a little.
“May I suggest turning the governor up a little? To five, perhaps?” he said. “Young women like Sara often have an interesting submissive reaction to a gynecological examination, and it can be beneficial to emphasize those feelings with a device like the governor.”