Page 17 of Innocence Tamed
“No,” I said quickly, my voice small. “I’ll do it.”
“Good girl,” he murmured, raising the camera again. “Slide your fingers just inside the waistband. Imagine your sponsor has commanded you to touch yourself for him.”
My face burning, I slipped trembling fingers beneath the lace edge of the thong. The camera clicked rapidly, capturing my mortification for posterity.
“Now pull them down,” Theodore instructed. “Just to the top of your thighs.”
I swallowed hard, then hooked my thumbs into the sides of the thong and slowly drew it downward, exposing the bare, smooth skin of my freshly waxed mound. The cool air against my most intimate parts made me shiver, goosebumps rising across my exposed skin.
“Stop there,” Theodore said, the camera continuing its relentless documentation. “Now spread your legs a bit wider.”
I parted my thighs slightly, acutely aware of how exposed I was, how vulnerable. The thin strip of fabric still caught between my thighs seemed almost obscene now, emphasizing rather than hiding my nakedness.
“Perfect,” Theodore murmured. “Now touch yourself.”
I froze, certain I’d misheard him. “What?”
“Touch your pussy,” he repeated. “Just lightly. Run your fingers over yourself.”
“I can’t,” I whispered, horrified. “That’s… that’s too much.”
“Your sponsors will expect much more than this,” Mona interjected, moving closer to the bed. “They’ll want to see how thirsty you are, how obedient. This is nothing compared to what will be required of you once you’re claimed.”
Claimed. The word sent a shiver through me—fear mingled with that persistent, shameful arousal.
“I’ll help you get in the right mindset,” Mona continued, sitting on the edge of the bed beside me. Her perfume—something expensive and musky—enveloped me as she leaned close. “Close your eyes and imagine your sponsor has just spanked you for showing up late to a date.”
I closed my eyes, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. The scenario Mona described flooded my mind with vivid images: a faceless man in an expensive suit, his hand connecting firmly with my bare bottom as I lay across his lap. The imagined sting seemed to blend with the real soreness from Theodore’s earlier punishment, making the fantasy feel disturbingly real.
“Your bottom is still pink and warm from his hand,” Mona continued, her voice dropping to a hypnotic murmur. “He’s told you that you need to show him how sorry you are. He wants to see your smooth pussy, to see if you’re wet from your punishment.”
My breath caught in my throat, the words painting pictures in my mind that make my body respond in ways I couldn’t control. I could feel myself growing wetter, my pulse quickening.
“Touch yourself now,” Mona instructed softly. “Show your sponsor how wet his spanking has made you.”
My hand moved as if it belonged to someone else, fingers trembling as they slid over the freshly waxed skin between my legs. The unfamiliar smoothness startled me—I’d never felt my own flesh this way before, with nothing to buffer the touch. It felt completely different from when I’d been made to masturbate in front of the nurse. I gasped at the sensitivity.
“That’s it,” Mona encouraged. “Spread your legs wider so he can see everything.”
I parted my thighs further, my fingers exploring my slick folds. The camera clicked continuously, capturing every moment of my surrender.
“Your sponsor finds that you’re very wet,” Mona narrated, her voice taking on a dreamy quality. “He’s pleased that hisdiscipline affects you this way. Now he wants you to prepare yourself for him. He makes you kneel down and suck his cock while you play with your little pussy, getting it ready for him.”
I whimpered softly, my fingers finding my clitoris almost of their own accord. The slippery bundle of nerves seemed to pulse beneath my touch, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. My hips rose slightly off the bed, seeking more contact.
“Look at the camera,” Theodore commanded. “Show your sponsor your face while you pleasure yourself.”
I forced my eyes open, meeting the lens with a gaze I felt sure looked nothing like my own—cheeks flushed, lips parted, nostrils flaring. My fingers continued their intimate exploration, circling and stroking as Mona’s words painted explicit pictures in my mind.
“Your sponsor is going to take your virginity tonight,” she whispered, leaning closer so only I could hear. “He’s going to push his thick cock into your tight little pussy and make you his. You’re going to feel him stretching you open, claiming what he’s paid for.”
A moan escaped me, unbidden and uncontrolled. My body was betraying me completely now, responding to these shameful words with undeniable arousal. My fingers moved faster, pleasure building inside me like a wave.
“He’s going to fuck you in all your holes,” Mona whispered, her voice like silk sliding across a mirror. “He’s going to train you to please him in every way a woman can please a man. And you’re going to love it, because that’s what you were made for.”
My breathing quickened, my fingers moving faster over my slick flesh. The pleasure was building, coiling tight in my lower bellyeven in the throes of my mortification. I couldn’t believe what was happening, and yet the thought of it pushed my arousal even higher.
“That’s it,” Mona encouraged. “Show your sponsor how much you want him. Show him how your body responds to the thought of being taken, being owned.”
