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  “Oh my God! No! Stop! Who are you? Alyssa, there’s somebody under the table. He’s… he’s… licking me. Please! Alyssa, make him stop! ”

  Jones smiled at Lori while greatly enjoying her show of new emotions. He didn’t bother to look at Alyssa. He knew she wouldn’t be able to make a move. Not unless she thought herself in moral peril and by then it would be too late. However, for the sake of crushing Nurse Lori’s belief that Alyssa might save her, he did speak to Alyssa without actually looking at her.

  “Alyssa, remain seated and do not, under any circumstances, look under the table. Do not interfere with the demonstration. Part of the experiment is that Nurse Lori does not know who is down there. Nurse Lori is experiencing a high degree of angst at the moment. The ultimate outcome of all this will make her current mental anguish well worth the trouble. Even she will agree. Don’t make her current trouble all for naught by interfering. ”

  Jones still did not look at Alyssa but, watching Nurse Lori looking in her direction, he could see her eyes go all forlorn even as her breathing became heavier. Sierra must be doing good work down there. Jones’ cock was hard and his balls ached. Not yet. Not yet.

  Sierra was working hard. Her nose squashed against Lori’s wet panties as her tongue sought to deal as much sensation as she could through the thin material. She didn’t even know her nose was pressing at Lori’s clitoral hood. The ebb and flow of pressure there caused blood to rush to the area. That and the overall circumstances caused Lori’s clit to harden.

  Sierra was really enjoying the situation. Far more than she thought she would have. She’d worked with Lori for months and months without ever contemplating the beautiful woman sexually. Now here she was licking desperately at her pussy. All thanks to Doctor Jones. She felt a lot of moist heat from that pussy and the flavor was changing. The fluids swapping back and forth through those panties were no longer her saliva alone. Lori was starting to flow her love juices! Sierra was succeeding in the mission Doctor Jones had set for her!

  Lori shook and jerked in the chair. Half her twitches were hopeless lingering attempts to somehow escape and the other half were nerves firing in response to the intolerably exquisite sensations radiating from her pussy. Sometimes she looked down towards her crotch half trying to see who was down there and half in puzzlement at the power of the onslaught of sensations.

  The unexpected waves of pleasure were rapidly reducing her immediate intelligence. She tried to utilize what was left of her capacity to think. She couldn’t see what was happening down there, only feel it. The room was so blackly dark other than the table lights and they just made sight even more limited when directed away from them and into dark areas of the room such as under the table. Just like staring at a campfire and then trying to look into dark woods when movement is heard. If she could see down there she thought her dress might cover the licking man’s head anyway. If not, she doubted she knew him anyway, and, if she did, she likely would not be able to recognize him from the upside down back of his head.

  She was positioned ramrod straight in the chair so each time she looked her view was filled with the twin large mounds of her breasts. She had to acknowledge what her eyes saw and what she felt so sharply: her nipples were quite hard. They were so full of blood they felt every tremble against her dress. Even in the limited table light their erectness was obvious to all present because they were well above the rim of the table.

  She felt ashamed and humiliated by her arousal. Those sensitive nipples and the outrageous pleasure between her legs crowded aside her anger at Doctor Jones. There was no room for that emotion. Her fear also receded leaving adrenalin still in her veins supercharging her physical sensitivity and her heat. Her own self-protective fear was turned around and used against her own best interests.

  What to do? There was nothing she could do. It was only a matter of whether or not she could climax like this. No. That wasn’t quite true. She could feel it in her near future like it was already written in the book of fate. It was no longer “if”. It was when and how powerfully. Maybe even how many.

  Looking at Doctor Jones only increased the shame, humiliation, and, yes, the arousal as well. My God, she thought, he’s looking at me like I’m some kind of science experiment. Interested, enthused, but calculating.

  Her breaths were hard, loud, and ragged. She could feel the tongue rolling her panty crotch band to the side and then fluttering all over the top of her slit. The lapping tongue sent tidal waves of pleasures lapping her sexual shore. She barely managed to focus her eyes across the table at Alyssa. Seeing her watching made embarrassment burn in her. Alyssa looked more than just intrigued. She leaned forward in her chair and breathed fast and deep almost like she would follow Lori into orgasm when orgasm blossomed.

  Alyssa would be no help. Even if she could help it sure didn’t look like she wanted to help. The idea of Alyssa watching the spectacle of her orgasm at the tongue of an unknown person was suddenly lascivious. Also, Alyssa getting hot as she savored Lori peaking…. Why was that concept suddenly so attractive?

  At some point distraction caused Alyssa to stop trying to get the strange footwear off her feet under the table. She was so into what was happening to Lori she didn’t even know when she gave up the little battle. She felt furtively guilty for not taking any action to assist Lori in escaping her predicament. Too late now. It didn’t look like she wanted to escape any longer. Alyssa tried to dissipate her guilt. Her co-worker and friend was obviously going to have a tremendous orgasm soon. So what was the problem? Good for her….

  In fact, Alyssa almost… almost… felt jealous.

  Jones was in perfect tune with her, “Alyssa, do you feel a little cheated? Your friend here, Nurse Lori, is receiving all the benefits while you receive none. If she hadn’t intruded, this gift of an unknown tongue would be intruding in your little pussy right now. It would be all yours. You’d be headed towards the orgasm of your life, restrained and helpless, only able to bask in enjoyment, all control removed, without the distraction of having to make decisions. Nurse Lori took, or is taking, what was rightfully yours. ”

  Alyssa frowned. It made her upset how Jones was twisting this all around making Lori the bad guy when really he was the monster in the room. She did envisage, or really, more like conceptually feel, being in Nurse Lori’s predicament. Restrained, helpless, tongued, licked, watched, an orgasm building uncontrollably. Damn! Jones was making her turn herself on.

  She couldn’t bring herself to make a definitive physical move but at least she could vocalize an attitude, show a defiant spirit. That bastard!

  “Imprisoning poor Lori… making her take that kind of… personal contact… from some guy she doesn’t even know, hiding under the table. It… it’s… hideous! What next Jones? When do you bring out the whips? That’s your thing, isn’t it? Whipping women. ”

  Wayne Jones turned and looked at her with raised eyebrows. The innocent one was surprising him. Few would naturally -- and so definitively -- connect whips with Nurse Lori’s current situation. This was the final, and best, clue. That look in her eyes all afternoon to evening, the lack of the proper amount of surprise again and again. Now her talking about him having a predilection for whipping women. Quite correctly. That and biting, clamping, tattooing, piercing, and so many other delightful activities. For a moment he tested the thought that perhaps one of the three staff already enslaved may have clued her in but, no, he had them too well dominated for that!

  Alyssa must know exactly who he was!

  “Whipping women can be an enjoyable practice. Both to myself and to them. Would you like to experience that? See and feel for yourself? ”

  “No. If you have a whip under your chair you can take it and shove it up your butt. The way you treat women is all wrong. Can’t you see that? ”

  “Giving them the best orgasms of their lives? Increasing their sexual achievements multip
lied a thousand fold? Giving them a new all-consuming purpose in life? What’s wrong with any of that? ”

  Nurse Lori groaned very loudly and then moaned in extended fashion as she bit her lower lip. Neither Jones nor Alyssa knew if she were trying to join the conversation to make a point in agreement or disagreement or if the increased vocalization was just happenstance.

  “I don’t care what you say, no one normal can like being whipped. All those women you’ve whipped or beat or whatever, you’ve wronged. ”

  “We must agree to disagree… for the time being…. So, Alyssa, how long have you known who I really am? ”

  “Oh, that you’re not a doctor? That you’re Wayne Jones, the same one arrested for raping and abusing that rich socialite? That you have twisted philosophies on sex? I did my research. You were too mysterious. I’m good with the Internet. You look different now than in those news stories a few years back but I knew it was you. You didn’t even bother to change your name! ”

  “Jones is a common name, so many of us, so easily confused. Besides I’m used to it and feel no shame at my past as I’ve never done anything wrong. ”

  “I’ve known all about you for a couple of days now. ”

  “Well, I’m proud of you. You’ve known a couple of days so how many people did you tell? ”

  “I guess no one. ”

  “You knew I was Wayne Jones -- King Jones -- for two days and you didn’t tell anyone anything? You didn’t even warn your co-workers. Your friends! Why help me keep my secret? ”

  “I… I don’t know. I guess you’re a free man now so you’ve paid your debt to society. Everyone deserves another chance. But I see here tonight you’re still into twisted sexual perversion. ”

  “Just as you hoped! ”

  “What? No! I wanted to see if you were a new man, that’s all. I wanted to be fair. ”

  “You wanted excitement. You sensed there is something much more to be found in sex than you had yet experienced. You were intrigued by the stories. Perhaps you read some blogs by my fans. Perhaps you even figured out a connection between me and the online Institute of Submission webcams. You wondered if things like whips and chains would work like that on you. ”

  Nurse Lori released a staccato series of moans. Alyssa thought she must be near to orgasm. It was either a miracle or a nightmare her poor friend hadn’t come yet.

  “No. ”Her refutation of his logic sounded flat. She thought she was too distracted to be offended by his twisted rationalities.

  “Yes, my dear. You did wonder and the answer is, yes, I can work my peculiar abilities on you just as well as other women. I’ll make you adore it. I’ll make you addicted. ”

  “Never! ”

  “You must agree that you deserve abuse. ”

  “What? No, of course not, I’m a good person. ”

  “Only on the surface. You have everyone else fooled and yourself as well. But not me and, in a moment, Nurse Lori will also know your true nature. You do deserve mistreatment. I can prove it and I can provide it. Think about it. Who is to blame for Nurse Lori’s situation? ”

  “You! Or… maybe her for volunteering to take my place. ”

  “Yes, some, but you are just as much to blame. More so. You let Nurse Lori come here without breathing a word of my past to her. You did not share one shred of all that information you found. You led her here blind. Like leading a blindfolded victim into a hungry lion’s den and then claiming what followed was all the fault of the lion. The lion, of course, just obeys its nature. And so do you in your way. You used Nurse Lori’s altruism against her. Why? Your own curiosity. You were too gutless to come alone but you had to know what the lion would do in his cave so you led her into moral danger. Purposely to satisfy your own curiosity and your own deeper craving. ”

  “I guess I should have warned her. ”

  “If you had, she never would have come here and she wouldn’t have let you come. She would have cautioned you. She would have shamed you with her words until, being the lowly coward you are, you would have agreed to avoid me. You knew that, so you intentionally did not tell. ”

  “I… I guess you’re right. Maybe I was a little curious. Like slowing down to see an accident. But that doesn’t mean I want to be in an accident! ”

  “It’s no accident. It’s what you want. Just watch Nurse Lori another few moments. ”

  Nurse Lori’s eyes were closed, mouth open releasing ghostly groans, and her blouse was damp with sweat. She shook and her pink nipples bounced like nervously tapped pencil erasers. She made a horrible choking gasp, her face blazed red, and she stopped inhaling for at least ten seconds as she climaxed cataclysmically.

  It made Alyssa feel like having an orgasm also. She was happy for Lori even if she shouldn’t be. She was jealous of Lori even if she shouldn’t have been. It was frustrating. She hadn’t helped her, hadn’t lifted a finger, and now she couldn’t even climax with her. She felt like screaming!

  Nurse Lori slumped in her chair as much as her magnetic manacles allowed. Her hair flopped forward and veiled her face. As her moans became sporadic and her breathing steadied the sucking sounds from under the table seemed to increase in volume but Alyssa realized they were just more audible. It was easier to detect the sounds of pleasure-giving once the sounds of pleasure-receiving receded.

  Alyssa saw Jones was staring at her, “That rape charge was a lie. I provide severe pains and humiliations along the path to pleasures but my women all love it. Look at Nurse Lori here. She’s proof, isn’t she? She came in here suspicious and on guard. Look at her now. Forced into sexual satisfaction. She’ll soon want more. Once you find something you adore, why give it up? ”

  Alyssa pursed her lips. She felt hot and out of control. She felt sweaty. Her crotch was especially… sweaty.

  Jones continued, pouncing on the state she was in, “ Just for once be honest with yourself. You’re not a nice wholesome young woman or, at least, you’re not meant to be. You’re a filthy slut that wants to act the part of a whore every hour of every day. Look at Nurse Lori. You wish that was you. You wish she hadn’t interceded and taken your rightful place. You want what she has already gotten. Don’t you? ”

  Alyssa gulped.

  “Just be honest. Admit it. Don’t you? ”

  “… Yes…. ”

  Wayne Jones pushed the little table bell across the table’s surface to within easy reach of Alyssa.

  “You want some oral sex. It’s obvious. Why not? It feels great. It’s exactly what you want and need. Not in a free way though. The only way you’ll be satisfied as Nurse Lori is now is if you are also helpless. You’ll be perfectly safe with me here. Nurse Lori can’t criticize you after how she’s reacted. She should thank you for not warning her. In fact, I guarantee you two will be much closer in the future than you ever were in the past. ”

  Alyssa gulped prettily, her eyes wide and suddenly naïve as all wisdom drained away.

  “All you have to do is tinkle that little bell. ”

  God help her, Alyssa watched her slim hand reach far out to weakly twitch at the bell. Had she meant to pick it up and throw it back at him or had she intentionally dropped it making it tinkle clear and loud?

  The serving girl appeared nearly instantly. Had she been standing in the deep shadows all that time? She had the platter and two more chain-free manacles were on it.

  Jones spoke authoritatively, his voice severe, “Kira, assist Alyssa in putting those on. Once on, place her forearms flat on the chair arms. Then turn the chair’s magnetism on. ”

  Alyssa had no fight in her. Her arms were limp, Jones’ will harder than the iron of the manacles. Kira quickly and expertly placed on each wrist.

  She switched on the chair and Alyssa could sense the power at work, felt her feet drag on the floor and then attach fast to the chair legs. I
n a few seconds she was physically helpless. She realized she’d been mentally and morally helpless even before that.

  Kira receded.

  Jones stood up from his chair, “Now then, Nurse Alyssa. Would you like some oral sex? ”

  Alyssa wondered if the unknown man under the table was going to do it or if Wayne Jones himself intended to gift her, “Yes. ”

  “If you’ve read up on me you perhaps know I prefer to be called “Master”. I think you would also prefer to call me Master. Go ahead, humor me. ”

  “No. No. ”

  “You’re curious how your voice will sound saying it. You want to know what it feels like to say it and give yourself over completely, heart and soul, to the will of another. To have your fate dictated. You also want to please me, don’t you? Say it. ”

  “Master. ”

  “What do you need to tell your Master? ”

  Alyssa felt lust flood her mind and flood her pussy with juices. Wayne Jones was her Master? He was?

  “Master. Yes, I’d like some oral sex, Master. ”

  “How should a good polite slave phrase such a request to her Master? ”

  Slave? My God. Slave. Alyssa felt light-headed and very, very hot, “Please Master. Pretty please, Master. ”

  The words made her burn with humiliation. It was so embarrassing and undeniably arousing.

  “Certainly, slave. ”Jones neared her, right next to her magical chair, dropped his pants and underwear, and stepped out of them. Alyssa wondered why he wouldn’t keep them on if he was going to crawl under the table and orally please her. She could see every detail of his manhood. Not small but nothing to brag about. Somehow she’d thought he’d be bigger. Tellingly, and it dismayed her a little, the pubic hair sported a lot of gray.

  Suddenly Jones’ cock got a lot closer to her face. Too close! What was he doing?

  “Wait, Mr. Jones. I mean, Master Jones! You asked if I wanted oral sex. That’s fine. I didn’t agree to anything else. ”