fluid seemed to fall in torrents all over her face.
“There you go, come-slut,” Master Leo said with an air of satisfaction. He put his
left hand on the back of her head, and with his right he began to rub his seed into
Rose’s skin. He murmured, “How does that feel, Rose? Does it feel nice to have Master’s
spunk all over you?”
Rose gave a little sob at the feeling of Master Leo’s ministrations.
“Answer me, Rose,” Leo said again. “Does that feel nice? You look so pretty with my
spunk all over you. Tell me, does it feel nice?”
“No,” Rose said, shaking her head.
Master Leo chuckled. “Well, you get points for honesty, Rose.”
But it wasn’t true, Rose knew. Or at least the question of whether it was nice was
entirely inadequate to her feelings. She didn’t like having a man’s semen rubbed into
her skin, but, as Master Leo took a little of the semen and began to rub it onto her
breasts and her nipples, she was trying desperately to push down the feeling that
he was giving her what she deserved. She was a bad girl, who played with herself and
put a vibrator in her bottom. She liked to think about spanking, and anal sex, and
schoolgirls getting punished. To be mastered by a man like Master Leo, and to have
him rub his semen into her breasts, made her feel like she was becoming the concubine
she had always truly been, but would never be able to admit to anyone, even herself,
that she was.
“Alright, Rose,” Master Leo said, “when you’re ready, go wash the punisher in the
bathroom. Then you may join me in the kitchen, and we can discuss food.”
“May I put on my clothes?” Rose asked.
Master Leo laughed. “No, Rose, what do you think this is about? Once we get to the
Institute, you’ll get some special things, but while you’re being broken you’re not
going to wear a piece of clothing until we get to the Institute.”
Somehow she had known that would be the answer, but it had not prevented her from
asking. It was as if she needed to hear these things to be certain that her training
was what Master Leo had told her it would be.
* * *
Leo ordered in pizza, and before it arrived he tied Rose to the chair, placed it in
the bedroom, and put her panties again in her mouth to gag her. When she heard the
door open for the pizza, she tried to make a noise by shifting in the chair and screaming
through the panty gag, but to no avail. The cavalier way Leo had handled asking her
what she wanted on her pizza, and then securing her to the chair, seemed to suggest
that same assurance that made her heart quail and her body tremble.
After Leo had removed the panty gag and released her from the chair, he said, “Time
to pee, Rose.” Thinking of what he had said, about how he would watch her pee, she
felt her face flush. She squeezed her eyes shut. “Better not disobey me, sweetie,”
Leo said, “or you’re going to end up peeing on the floor, aren’t you?”
Chewing on the inside of her cheek at the shame of it, she walked quickly to the bathroom.
The urge to shut the door in Master Leo’s face was nearly irresistible, but instead
she gave a little wail of frustration, and went to sit on the toilet. She closed her
eyes so that she wouldn’t have to seem him there, but he said, “Remember I’m here,
Rose. A man who likes to watch girls pee wants to make sure they know he’s watching—so
open your eyes, please.”
Rose made a little whimper as she tried to obey. Her eyes seemed glued shut with the
shame of it.
“Do I have to cane you here in the bathroom, Rose?” Leo asked softly.
Her eyes opened, and at the same moment she felt her bladder release. The sound of
the pee sounded unimaginably loud, and she bit her lower lip at the sensation, as
she saw Leo’s broad smile. “There you go, Rose. Good girl,” he said, when she was
done. “Wipe yourself now.”
After that, he escorted her to the table,
“There you go, come-slut,” Master Leo said with an air of satisfaction. He put his
left hand on the back of her head, and with his right he began to rub his seed into
Rose’s skin. He murmured, “How does that feel, Rose? Does it feel nice to have Master’s
spunk all over you?”
Rose gave a little sob at the feeling of Master Leo’s ministrations.
“Answer me, Rose,” Leo said again. “Does that feel nice? You look so pretty with my
spunk all over you. Tell me, does it feel nice?”
“No,” Rose said, shaking her head.
Master Leo chuckled. “Well, you get points for honesty, Rose.”
But it wasn’t true, Rose knew. Or at least the question of whether it was nice was
entirely inadequate to her feelings. She didn’t like having a man’s semen rubbed into
her skin, but, as Master Leo took a little of the semen and began to rub it onto her
breasts and her nipples, she was trying desperately to push down the feeling that
he was giving her what she deserved. She was a bad girl, who played with herself and
put a vibrator in her bottom. She liked to think about spanking, and anal sex, and
schoolgirls getting punished. To be mastered by a man like Master Leo, and to have
him rub his semen into her breasts, made her feel like she was becoming the concubine
she had always truly been, but would never be able to admit to anyone, even herself,
that she was.
“Alright, Rose,” Master Leo said, “when you’re ready, go wash the punisher in the
bathroom. Then you may join me in the kitchen, and we can discuss food.”
“May I put on my clothes?” Rose asked.
Master Leo laughed. “No, Rose, what do you think this is about? Once we get to the
Institute, you’ll get some special things, but while you’re being broken you’re not
going to wear a piece of clothing until we get to the Institute.”
Somehow she had known that would be the answer, but it had not prevented her from
asking. It was as if she needed to hear these things to be certain that her training
was what Master Leo had told her it would be.
* * *
Leo ordered in pizza, and before it arrived he tied Rose to the chair, placed it in
the bedroom, and put her panties again in her mouth to gag her. When she heard the
door open for the pizza, she tried to make a noise by shifting in the chair and screaming
through the panty gag, but to no avail. The cavalier way Leo had handled asking her
what she wanted on her pizza, and then securing her to the chair, seemed to suggest
that same assurance that made her heart quail and her body tremble.
After Leo had removed the panty gag and released her from the chair, he said, “Time
to pee, Rose.” Thinking of what he had said, about how he would watch her pee, she
felt her face flush. She squeezed her eyes shut. “Better not disobey me, sweetie,”
Leo said, “or you’re going to end up peeing on the floor, aren’t you?”
Chewing on the inside of her cheek at the shame of it, she walked quickly to the bathroom.
The urge to shut the door in Master Leo’s face was nearly irresistible, but instead
she gave a little wail of frustration, and went to sit on the toilet. She closed her
eyes so that she wouldn’t have to seem him there, but he said, “Remember I’m here,
Rose. A man who likes to watch girls pee wants to make sure they know he’s watching—so
open your eyes, please.”
Rose made a little whimper as she tried to obey. Her eyes seemed glued shut with the
shame of it.
“Do I have to cane you here in the bathroom, Rose?” Leo asked softly.
Her eyes opened, and at the same moment she felt her bladder release. The sound of
the pee sounded unimaginably loud, and she bit her lower lip at the sensation, as
she saw Leo’s broad smile. “There you go, Rose. Good girl,” he said, when she was
done. “Wipe yourself now.”
After that, he escorted her to the table,
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