Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... use her as they want. He may or may not be watching. She knows only that ever-deepening surrender to her masochism is what He wants from her and obedience to Him defines the core of her life. And Claire has come to consider such behavior... if maybe not normal, then unquestionablyappropriate.

But only today had Claire actually begun to view her own self expectations from the same frame of reference as her Mistress: that of an owned slave. She began to truly see that a lifestyle geared to satisfying her erotic compulsions differed from the deep gratification she'd been feeling with Jim: making His erotic needs her own priority. Yes, she wanted Jim to whip her cunt again. But not for the pain, or even to cum. Or maybe it was both of those, or that they were both in the mix. She didn't, couldn't put a meter on those sources. She did know and she wanted to continue hurtingfor him. She was being drawn more by the sadistic hunger she saw in his eyes than the any clamoring from her cunt.

His cock slipped from her tongue. She opens her thighs, when their screaming at her to clamp them tight. Opening them because He's told her to. Seeing her obedience feed His hunger. Her pain when he kicks her cunt, slaps her face, then, god help her, when he pushes her onto her back; finally picks up his belt again and whips her pussy with it. Hears herself screaming and seeing His pleasure perfected, knows that now at last she is free to perfect her own.

Richard Lester murmured ...

... appreciatively to himself as he watched Jim mercilessly whip Claire, watched her writhing in the bathroom. Her screams of pain and ecstasy emanated softly from speakers on his desk. All of it feeding to the multi-terabyte recording drive. Richard was certainly self-aware enough to be suspicious of his motives. It was undeniable that he was taking vast pleasure in Claire's accelerating corruption and specifically his role in manifesting the transformation he'd witnessed this afternoon. It was inconceivable that left to her own devices, Claire would ever have achieved the depth of masochism and carnality she'd experienced in her brief residence at his home. He'd orchestrated her capitulation to profound sexual slavery with breathtaking speed, gauging her capacity for physical abuse, isolating her both physically and psychologically, surrounding her, immersing her in aberrant stimuli. And the master stroke: subverting her dissociative disorder from preoccupation with primary genital stimulation; refocusing the psychic frisson of her disorder to resolve and energize the less coherent masochistic, submissive components of her personality.

Conceivably, all that hormonal and emotional rocket fuel might have found a more conventional outlet once detached from her genitalia. And this is where Richard felt some twinge of... uncertainty about the morality of his actions. Could he,should he have spent more time considering how to energize more prosaic outlets? Had he been too enamored of the ...