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Submissive Jennifer

... searching for a nipple that was obviously showing up under her shirt at this point. I realized that I was only half way to my experience, and if I did not hurry, I would not get to the strongest intensity of my – or Jennifer’s – toy before her orgasm. So I went to level 4. And she frightened me: she froze and all her muscles stiffened. She looked in pain and, as a reflex, I just shut down the vibrator. - Noooooooo! shouted Jennifer - What? - I was almost there! - Where? - I… she came back to her senses. Just work related: since this morning I have been working on a project and I think I lost everything. I realized she had been only seconds from coming, and that I denied her this satisfaction. A few seconds later, I received a notification on my phone: I received a message from kinkyslut. Two words: FINISH ME. I almost gave in to her demand but I responded: “You do not call the shot here”. While she checked her phone, surely to read my answer, I put her vibrator back to 2. From the little experience I had, it was enough to arouse her but not enough for her to come. Even if I was enjoying this, my boner was gone: every man has his limits and my penis is not strong enough to stand for more than two hours straight, even without satisfaction. I took this opportunity to take Jennifer to lunch. In the elevator, I switched off the vibrator. The lunch was mostly uneventful. At one point, she looked at her phone and smile. When I asked her why, she told me she had met someone on the ...

... Internet and that for once, the guy was interesting. To know that I was playing my hand well was indeed thrilling. Back in the office, my spirit had change. I wasn’t excited anymore by the perspective of pleasuring my colleague. I was calm. I was in control. What Jennifer had said about the man she met on the Internet gave me confidence. The game had changed for me: it was not about sex anymore but about power. And I had to show her who had it. After that, I would do what was necessary to own her. And then I will think about my satisfaction. I began the afternoon by putting her “in the mood” with a level 3. After that, I took her to the state I had left her the morning. For three minute, I granted her the satisfaction of an intensity of four but when I felt she was about to come, I backed down to 2. By the middle of the afternoon, I had figured her out. The “manual” was clear. At 4, she would reach bliss quickly. With 3, it would take a little more time. 2 was the synonym of keeping her at an even state of arousal, with a slight decrease over time. For the rest of the day, I kept her at the edge of nirvana but without granted her any final release. Each time I was backing to 2, her face would show a mix between frustration and a smile of “he got me again”. Strangely, she never looked at me with a suspicious look. At the end of the day I send her a message. “Today was fun, but it is over. Tonight, you have a choice. You either finish you off, or you want to take this to the next ...