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Finally Jansing sat back in his seat and stared straight ahead. Clarissa’s scent filled the car. Jansing was breathing deeply, like a steaming pot on the verge of boiling over.

“Get out,” the Congressman said, not even deigning to look back at her. “And get fucked – soon! Or I swear I will turn your life into a living hell.”

Chapter 10:

“So far you’ve had it relatively easy,” Nick Edge declared when Clarissa arrived for her training the following night.

He had made her strip down to her panties and bra in the foyer of the grand house, bundling her clothes into her handbag and then standing at attention while he inspected her.

He took his time, running his eyes over the perfect flawless shape of her, and the purity of her skin. He hooked a finger inside her bra cup and rubbed her nipple. Then he reached down inside her panties and drew his palm possessively across her pussy. Her body was soft and smooth. He stood back and clasped his hands behind his back.

Clarissa was secretly following him with her eyes even though she stood straight and unmoving. Edge nodded his approval.

“Spread your legs.”

Clarissa obeyed without thinking.

“Now pleasure yourself.”

“Master?”

“You heard me,” Edge growled. “Finger-fuck yourself.”

Clarissa frowned for just an instant, then dabbed at her lips with the pink tip of her tongue. She was already damp. She could sense the wet heat between her thighs. When she obediently pushed her hand down inside the waistband of her lace panties, her pussy seemed to anticipate her touch, and clenched involuntarily.

“Rub your clit.”

Clarissa obeyed, just teasing herself lightly. She knew it wouldn’t take much to carry herself to the brink of an orgasm and she wanted to forestall the possibility… though she doubted Edge would grant her the merciful relief of an orgasm anyhow.

Edge watched her covertly while he moved around the foyer. He seemed restless; agitated. There was a brusqueness to his voice that Clarissa hadn’t detected before.

“Are you wet?”

“Yes, Master.” Clarissa was nibbling on her lip with her teeth. Her fingers were slick. They dipped beyond the nub of her clit and brushed across the swelling lips of her pussy. She let out a little gasp of pleasure.

Edge waited until Clarissa’s eyes began to mist red with her lust and her knees bent just a little. Her body was beginning to respond to her own stimulation. He let her continue for a few more moments. By then, Clarissa’s nipples were hardening through the lace cup of her bra and her expression had become serious and introspective. It was as if her focus was shifting to her pleasure and her gaze began to turn inward towards fantasy.

“Stop.”

Clarissa stopped. She blew out a little breath. Her hand was still inside her panties, but now still.

Edge returned to his original train of thought. He could smell the intoxicating scent of Clarissa’s arousal.

“So far, you have pleasured strangers in a car, and you have helped Miki in a group situation… but you haven’t truly had your skills tested,” Edge began. “Nor have you had enough opportunities to develop the sexual techniques that are going to serve you once you submit to a man.”

Clarissa said nothing. Her pussy was tingling, and the temptation to secretly continue touching herself was maddening. She drew her hand slowly from her panties. Edge seemed not to notice.

“Master, I have done everything you have asked me to do,” Clarissa became earnest, sensing that Edge was being critical of her efforts.

“Yes,” Edge agreed.

“I’ve obeyed your every command.”

“Yes.”

Clarissa lapsed into silence. She felt a small tremor of anxiety. Edge let the stillness draw out. Finally he came to stand directly before her, their two bodies just inches apart. Clarissa had to stop herself from swaying against Edge’s chest. His body was like a magnet, drawing her to him.

“During tonight’s training, you will be representing me,” Edge warned, and Clarissa’s eyes turned dark and anxious. “Remember that. I will be with you, watching you. For that reason you must be wholly committed to your training. If you’re not, you will fail. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Master.” There was confusion and uncertainty in Clarissa’s eyes. Edge’s warning was wrapped in a mystery.

Where were they going?

“Very well,” he nodded. “Then follow me. We’re going for a drive.”

Clarissa reached for her handbag of clothes. Edge stopped her and shook his head. “Not tonight,” he said. “Tonight you get paraded in public wearing only what I allow you. Leave the bag and your clothes right here until you return.”

Clarissa went chill with fear and then her mind seemed to implode with the pressure of a thousand doubts, terrors and anxieties as they came crashing down upon her. She followed Edge, but her steps were halting and reluctant. He led her down the front steps and opened the passenger door of a car in the driveway. Clarissa slid into the passenger seat. She felt self-conscious in just her panties and bra. The last shreds of her lingering sexual arousal where whipped away by apprehension.

Edge slid smoothly behind the wheel and steered the car down the long driveway. The gates opened as he approached. He turned left, and accelerated into the dark night.

“Are you nervous?” Edge asked. The car was winding its way through Washington’s traffic. Clarissa sat small and silent in the passenger seat with her legs drawn up beneath her.

“Yes, Master,” she admitted.

“Why?”

“Because you’re taking me out in public, and I’m wearing just lingerie.”

Edge nodded. “Yes, but what you’re wearing is no different to what you would wear to a beach,” he said reasonably.

Clarissa shot him a pointed look. “Yes, but my bikini isn’t lace and sheer. And I don’t think you’re taking me to a beach. Master.”

Edge had to smile.

Clarissa’s fears were specific – not that she would reveal them to Edge. Being paraded around in public was not the real issue. In fact, the thought darkly aroused her. It was the location that bothered her. If Edge was taking her to some kind of party, she could relax. But what if he was taking her to some place where there were milling crowds of people with cameras? How would this moment affect her future political aspirations?

Clarissa shifted restlessly in her seat. The city flashed past her window.

Edge could see the apprehension in her face. He turned left again and then spoke without turning his head.

“I knew of a Master once – a mean bastard,” he started to speak, gently drawing Clarissa away from her dark fears by distracting her. “He had a submissive. She was a lovely young lady and very devoted to her passion.”

“You mean devoted to her Master?”

“No,” Edge shook his head and made the distinction. “This girl was passionate about submission. She was loyal to her Master because discipline demanded it of her. He could be very cruel to her, but she endured the punishments because she loved submitting so much. What happened to her that night changed her…”

The intriguing way that Edge left the story hanging was an impossible bait that Clarissa could not ignore. Her face betrayed her sudden curiosity.

“What do you mean? What happened?”

Edge waited until he completed another turn, and then picked up the trail of the story. Clarissa listened with rising disbelief.

“She was a one-man submissive,” Edge explained. “She wasn’t like you, Clarissa. She didn’t ever agree to have sex with any man other than her Master. She wasn’t turned on by pleasuring groups of strangers.”

“And he made her?”

“Yeah,” Edge said. They were driving on a long stretch of straight road. Streetlights flashed past as he drove. “The Master and his submissive had been to some party in the city, and on the way home the Master stopped to pick up a hitchhiker. A guy.?

?

Clarissa had a sense of what was to come but she stayed silent and listening.

“The guy got into the back seat with the Master’s submissive and the Master ordered the girl to suck the stranger’s cock.”

“And she didn’t want to?”

“No,” Edge said. “She didn’t. I know you would have no trouble with an order like that, but this young girl was different. She had been with this Master for a few months, and they’d gone over their hard limits. The guy was fucking other subs, but that never bothered the girl. She was into submission for her own reasons. She didn’t expect her Master to just fuck her… but she did expect that she would only have to fuck him.”

“What happened?” Clarissa’s face loomed out of the dark cockpit of the car, pale and ghostly.

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