“Good. Did you learn your lesson?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And what lesson was that?”
“Not to escape.”
I grin. “Not totryto escape.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” I put the water bottle down on the floor. “And what can we learn from today’s lesson?”
Her forehead creases again, and I can tell I’ve stumped her. “I-I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” I run my finger from the top of her pussy down through her lips and circle back to her clit, repeating the movement until her legs are shaking.
“No, please don’t. Please?”
Her whole body leans in to my touch, and I can tell she’s both repulsed and turned on by it. She twists her hips, seeking out more pleasure. I’m not even sure she’s aware she’s doing it.
I cease my ministrations. Her cunt clenches. My poor little Pet needs to come, but not without learning her lessons first.
“It will come to you, eventually. For now, I think you might need a little time to sit and think on it alone, don’t you?”
“No! Please don’t leave me here like this. Please?”
“Be good, Pet.”
I walk out to a serenade of her screams. I’ll come back later for the items from lunch. Blindfolded and bound, she’s not getting out of that chair. She’s not going anywhere.
Upstairs, I grab a bowl of the soup and settle into my chair to watch her on the monitors. She’s still crying, her shoulders hunched, her face red, and her whole body racked with tears. She’s also fucking horny, and her hands are bound with a leather cuff but I deliberately left them untethered. Pet is unbroken, headstrong and needy as hell, and this is one test I know she will fail.
She cries for a long time, and then, when it seems her tears are dried up, she squirms in her seat. Either her ass is killing her—no surprise after the spanking she received yesterday—or she’s feeling the effects of my teasing more than she’s willing to admit. She bucks her hips, and I smile. And then I watch as she slides her bound wrists between her legs and rubs her cunt on them.
Ordinarily, I’d never allow this, but the whole point of this exercise is to see if she’s learned her lesson. My soup forgotten, I lean closer to the monitor, watching her. My cock is hard; it seems it’s been that way since I first saw her on the stage.
I unzip my fly and stroke it as I watch her stroking herself, thrusting her hips forward as she uses her arms and the leather cuff to get herself off. I fuck my fist and imagine it’s her cunt I’m sliding into, causing that incredible friction that makes me come in less than a minute. It takes her longer, and as the rest of my semen spills from my cock with a lot more effort on her part than it took me yesterday, she comes, she comes hard, her hips undulating against the chair. Her ass has to be killing her by now, which makes me think my little Pet likes pain more than she realizes.