Training Cassiopeia Chapter 8 - Sex Stories

Training Cassiopeia Chapter 8

... off the bowl of cantaloupe chunks when Doc made her appearance, somewhat flustered and wearing her bathrobe. “What’s next on the agenda, Dr. Mengele?” she said, in a snide voice, and plopped down, not quite glaring at me. I fixed my best ‘fuck you’ glare on her and had my say. This was even less fun for me than for her. “You hired me to teach you how to be a whore – a whore for a woman who dumped you and that you can’t get over. This is how it’s done. If you want to just concentrate on the tenure project that’s okay with me. I’m sure Sapphire will find her way back to you or up the next rung up on her ladder to social prominence.” It took ten long seconds for her to cave. “I’m sorry. It’s just that seeing you looking at me like some lab rat in an experiment is humiliating. I had hoped we’d become friends. I want to keep on with the training.” I got up and rinsed out the bowl and put it in the dishwasher. I had hoped she’d choose the tenure project but obviously her personal agenda trumped her academic one. “What’s next, Bree?” “I want you to go upstairs to your room and masturbate until you almost cum then back off, wait, and then do it again until you reach that same point. Then stop and relax.” She pinked up adorably and said, “You’re kidding, right? It’s daytime and I’m not in the mood to – “ “We talked about establishing a base line. This is a necessary step, understand?” She nodded and started to say something but I quickly interrupted her. “Think of a 'compliant ...

... Sapphire'. Do it four or five times. It’s called ‘edging’. Call me when you think you absolutely cannot stop again and we’ll move on to the next exercise.” She got up and left without another word. That was fine with me. I had nothing more to say to her anyway. I peeled a banana, a rather long one, not quite ripe yet but perfect for my object lesson and slipped it into the unrolled condom and walked up and sat on the top stair. I could hear her moaning and it bothered me more to hear her words. “Oh, my God, Sapphire, yes, yes, that’s it…oh Gawwwwwwwwd.” Then she shouted out, “Bree, I need you. Please…hurry up, for fuck’s sake…” Another ‘F’ bomb so I knew she was on the brink so I said, “Come into the bathroom. Bring your vibe.” She walked in, naked from the waist down and I tried hard not to stare at her swollen labia and the redness that remained from her first waxing. Swallowing hard, I said, “Straddle the toilet seat like before. Whatever you do, don’t cum, please? It will ruin the exercise.” She looked both aroused and embarrassed and I could see her nipples poking through her t-shit but leaned down and slid the condom-encased banana three inches into her pussy and said, “Stop and Hold!” Doc looked shocked at both the banana in her pussy and my barked command but finally did as I asked, straining but maintaining her weakening control. “Relax.” I waited three or four seconds then pulled the banana almost the entire way out then thrust it in to the original depth and barked out, ...