Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... time saying ' if I don't get fucked today, will I tomorrow? Or the next day? Ever again?' Yes? That worm is the squirrelly part of you speaking from the core of your immense sexual appetite. She is very precious. But this part of you is also very anomalous. What I mean Claire is she is very dominant, while "you," hell Claire, you're overwhelmingly submissive. It's like the few dominant instincts you possess are all clustered around the one imperative of securing cock. Her dominance is part of why her emergence so disturbs you.

"We need her to learn that submission works for you. She doesn't have to come charging out of your womb and taking over to make sure you get what you need Claire, and that what you need entails more than just being fucked. We will keep you in constant bondage the next two days and in the chastity belt also, except when you are beaten to orgasm. You will provide sexual service orally. You will not be fucked and you will not be permitted to get yourself off. Only submission will be rewarded. Maybe this way she can learn that submission, and not just getting fucked, is what works for you and that she doesn't have to get all dominant about making you fuck. She can relax and enjoy the ride.

Mr. Lester held Claire's head in his grip through the whole presentation, watching her closely. He could see the defiance waver; thought in those moments he could see the "real" Claire reemerge. By the end the defiance seemed to have been replaced by a ...

... confused sort of truculence. It was a better start than he'd hoped for and confirmed his instinct that the intervention he had planned was a good idea.

He was more correct than he could know. Claire was very confused. It was like a silent war was being fought in her soul. She felt like she was swimming to the surface of a deep pool, or no, a... a lake. The water was very choppy. It fractured the light that filtered down to her as she swam toward it. As she broke the surface she was assaulted by a physical residue of anger and resentment that she didn't understand. She took note of her bondage, of the chastity belt which pressed dildos into her ass and cunt. The pressure and confinement felt comforting, which made the angry feelings very confusing.

The choppy wavelets would constantly swamp her for brief moments and sometimes she found herself swimming back to the surface anew. Always there was Mr. Lester and Nurse Lester as his side talking calmly, gripping her hair firmly... something about her being squirrelly and being beaten to cum... no fucking. NO FUCKING! AAHHHH!

SWIM. RISE. She struggled for the surface again and broke through. She found she'd been released from the hogtie, but her ankles were shackled by a short lead and her arms remained handcuffed behind her back. She was being shuffled toward the cross.

No... I'm tied to the cross? How did my legs get spread? My arms... they're tied to the cross?

"YOU FUCKER!"

Claire's eyes flew open.Who said ...