Page 12 of Jonah Noble - Anticipation Is Everything (Interview With a Master 2.5)

We never talked about it.

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“So what happens next?” Leticia pushed open the big dungeon door and leaned her hip against the wall of the office. I glanced up. She had her arms folded across her chest. She was wearing a dress I had never seen her in before – a short floral sundress. There was a tint of the sun’s warm color on her shoulders. Afternoon light spilled through the office window.

I turned in my chair, away from the computer, and laced my fingers together.

“Regarding…?”

“Regarding Cam’s training,” Leticia explained. “After last night and what happened this morning in the kitchen – I was wondering what you had planned.”

I inclined my head. I had already given this issue a great deal of consideration. I rubbed at my chin and felt the bristles of my short beard crackle like electricity.

“I need to reinforce Cameron’s submission,” I said. “So far she has demonstrated submissiveness, but what has carried her along in this early stage is her willingness and enthusiasm. What I need her to do is understand the concept of obedience – I need her to submit, regardless of her emotions, and regardless of circumstance.”

Leticia was nodding slowly, a small frown across her brow as though weighing up my words.

“So how do you do that?” she asked at last.

“I continue along the same lines as this morning in the kitchen,” I explained. “More sessions with her kneeling and me using her mouth for my pleasure. She has to accept and understand that she submits to be used. So I need to use her.”

“Will you blindfold her again?”

“No,” I shook my head. “That was for your benefit, to overcome your embarrassment of being watched. But tonight when I am training her I will probably introduce a pair of handcuffs.”

“Handcuffs?” Leticia looked suddenly curious. “Where will you get them from? You don’t have handcuffs any more – do you?”

I smiled slowly and reached for a desk drawer. I held up a set of steel handcuffs, dangling them from the tip of my finger.

“I never leave home without them,” I said like a spokesman for American Express.

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The evening of sex Cam and I had shared had served to strip away a veil of inhibition so that she was more relaxed and more focused when I commanded her to undress that evening in the bungalow. Her movements were obedient and unresisting, and I could tell that somehow her mindset had shifted from fan to submissive. She left her clothes in a puddle of silk and lace at her feet and stood with her back straight, her eyes fixed on some place against the far wall of the bedroom.

The front door of the bungalow was again left unlocked – I knew Leticia would arrive at some stage within the next twenty minutes, and I wanted to use that time efficiently.

Once Cameron had shed her clothes and stood naked before me, I went to the chair beside the bed and sat down. I ran my eyes appraisingly over her body. She was indeed stunning – an exquisite beauty. She stood perfectly still, her hands clasped behind her back. Her skin looked pale as alabaster in the soft light so that she might have been some priceless statue carved by one of the world’s great artists.

“Pleasure yourself,” I said simply. “Reach down between your legs and rub your pussy until you make yourself come.”

I heard the soft inhalation of her breath, and then one of her hands moved slowly between her thighs. She closed her eyes, pressed her lips tightly together. I watched the uncertain movement of her fingers and frowned impatiently.

“Don’t make me use a riding crop,” I warned Cam. “This is something you will be expected to do at the beginning of every session. You must forget about yourself and your emotions. You must put aside any last shreds of inhibition and become the submissive that is within you. Surrender yourself,” I insisted. “And think only about how your body can be given over to my pleasure.”

I saw Cameron let out a long sigh of breath, a sound like she was deflating. Her lips turned thin and pale, but slowly the intensity and the dexterity of her fingers increased as her touch became less mechanical and more intuitive. I watched as her fingers played across her clit and then dipped deep within herself. Her body began to loosen – started to come undone. The stiffness went from her shoulders and then her lips parted as her breathing became more ragged. She lowered her head and I heard her moan softly.

“Are you close?” I softened my voice so the sound was like that of a lover’s.

“Yes!” Cameron hissed. One of her knees buckled. She was using both hands now, rubbing her pussy in circles that had become a frantic urgent rhythm.

“Hold it,” I told her. “Keep yourself on the edge. You are not permitted to come, until I allow you to.”

She whimpered. After climbing to the peak of her arousal, I had now asked her to hold her body suspended on the brink of release. Cameron sobbed a desperate breath as a flush of red color spread across her cheeks and chest.

I glanced sideways. Leticia was standing in the bedroom doorway, just her face visible. She sensed that I had seen her there and our eyes locked for an instant. I got up from the chair and went towards where Cameron stood writhing in the chains of restraint. Silently, Leticia drifted into the room and perched herself on the edge of the chair.

I reached out and took one of Cameron’s hard jutting nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I squeezed – just firmly enough that the pressure registered and her eyes flew wide open in surprise. Her face was wrenched in an expression close to torture.

“Please…” she pleaded softly. “Please…”

“Master,” I insisted. My face was expressionless as though her sexual situation meant nothing to me. “You will address me as Master at all times.”

Cameron went weak. She took a tremulous breath. “Please, Master,” she surrendered. “May I come now?”

I fixed her with my gaze and saw the swirl of emotions smoldering in her eyes. In that instant her soul was laid bare – all there for me to see and understand.

I nodded. “Come for me,” I said.

Cameron’s orgasm struck her like a fierce blow. Her legs buckled beneath her and she fell to her knees. She tossed her head, her mouth wide open as if desperate for air. I saw her shoulders heave and then the shockwaves of her release. She knelt, panting and propped against the foot of the bed for support for almost a full minute while I stood over her dispassionate and in complete command.

“Take out my cock,” I said. I put my hands on my hips. Cameron was still drifting back from the daze of her orgasm. Her eyes were cloudy and unfocused, but her hand reached up for the zip of my pants without hesitation – as though she were moving automatically and on instinct. She reached inside my pants and I felt the warmth of her fingers. They were still slick with the dampness of her pussy.

“Up on your knees,” I said. “Hands behind your back.”

Cameron obeyed. She leaned forward with her mouth open and my cock pressed between her lips. I looked then to Leticia and noticed for the first time that she had changed before coming to the bungalow. She had shed her jeans in exchange for a very short skirt. Her thighs had fallen open, the creamy smooth flesh of her legs visible all the way up to a tiny wedge of silk panties.

“I need your help,” I said the lie softly. I reached into my pocket and produced the handcuffs. Cameron heard the clink of steel chain but kept her mouth open, her lips clamped and sucking on the swelling length of my cock. “Cuff her hands behind her back.”

Leticia hesitated. Her face became a frown of uncertainty. She rose from the chair slowly and came towards me. I handed her the handcuffs. She crouched behind Cameron, fastened the bonds in place and then stood again as if her knees were rusted hinges. She looked down at Cameron, her gaze wide-eyed and mesmerized.

Leticia was standing at my side. I put my arm around her waist and then slid my hand purposely down across her bottom until my fingers were dancing up between her legs. She pushed back against me in a purely reflex action, and I brushed my

palm across the silken gap of her panties. The fabric was soaking wet – a measure of Leticia’s arousal. She stood rigid, her hip pressed to mine, and then shuffled her feet further apart.

We were standing side-by-side, both looking down at Cameron, the play of my cunning fingers across Leticia’s pussy like some secret pleasure shared in an elevator of unsuspecting strangers. As Cameron sucked and lavished my cock with her tongue, my fingers began to stroke across Leticia’s pussy. I felt her sense of incredulity at the anonymity of something so intimate – something Cameron never suspected. Leticia was holding her breath as if too scared to move for fear that the slightest gasp might reveal all. She was biting down on her lip. I smiled knowingly to myself.

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