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The video began with a stark warning that made my hand freeze halfway to my face: “Warning: Do not masturbate while viewing this material. Any self-stimulation will be detected and result in immediate disciplinary action.”
The warning itself sent an unwelcome pulse of heat through my body. My hand, which had started unconsciously moving toward my thighs again, jerked away as if burned. The fact that they felt the need to warn against touching myself made it clear they expected the video to be arousing. That realization alone made my newly bare pussy clench with unwanted anticipation.
The screen faded to black, then opened on what looked like a hotel room. Soft lighting, a king-sized bed with white linens, rose petals scattered on the coverlet. A wedding night scene.
“Meet Alice and Bob,” a calm female narrator’s voice explained as a young couple appeared on screen. “They’ve just been married and are about to consummate their union.”
I watched as the couple kissed tentatively, their movements awkward and uncertain. Alice was a pretty brunette who looked about my age, while Bob was tall and broad-shouldered with kind eyes. They reminded me painfully of Ryan and me on our wedding night.
“Like many couples,” the narrator continued, “Alice and Bob struggle with communication about their intimate needs.”
The scene played out exactly as my own wedding night had. Bob’s gentle touches, Alice’s passive responses, the careful, loving way he entered her as she lay with her legs spread. Chad had made me watch real porn with him, so it all seemed pretty tame to me. I could see the frustration in Alice’s eyes, the way she bit her lip as if holding back words. Bob’s muscular butt moved up and down as he supported himself on his hands, looking into Alice’s eyes. A little growl in Bob’s throat made me wonder whether he was holding himself back. Finally he finished with a satisfied sigh, completely unaware that his new wife lay beneath him unsatisfied and yearning.
“Neither Alice nor Bob is getting what they truly need,” the narrator explained. “Alice craves dominance and control, while Bob has natural dominant instincts he’s been taught to suppress. Their marriage will suffer unless they learn to communicate honestly about their desires.”
The scene faded, and I found myself leaning forward despite my revulsion. The accuracy was unsettling. How many couples went through this exact scenario?
“Now meet Charlie and Dora,” the narrator said as a new couple appeared on screen. “They face the same challenges, but watch how differently their wedding night unfolds.”
This couple looked similar to the first, but there was something different in their body language. Charlie stood straighter, his jaw set with determination. Dora’s eyes held a spark of defiance that made my stomach flutter with recognition.
“Dora,” Charlie said, his voice firm. “You’re going to kneel and suck my cock now.”
CHAPTER 9
Heather
The blunt command,even from this fictional character, made me gasp. Dora’s reaction was immediate—she shook her head, backing away from her new husband.
“No,” she said, but I could see the flush creeping up her neck, the way her nipples hardened beneath her silk nightgown. “I’m not that kind of girl.”
Charlie’s response was swift and decisive. In one smooth motion, he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his struggling wife across his lap. The sound of his hand connecting with her silk-covered bottom echoed through my small room.
My own hand started to move down my thigh again before I caught myself and jerked it away. The sensor. They were watching everything, monitoring every response. But I couldn’t look away from the screen as Charlie’s hand fell again and again across Dora’s bottom.
“This is what happens to wives who don’t obey their husbands,” Charlie said, his voice calm and authoritative asDora squirmed across his lap. “You can make this easy or difficult, but you will learn to submit.”
The silk nightgown rode up with each spank, revealing more of Dora’s reddening flesh. Her struggles grew weaker, more halfhearted, until she was simply lying across his lap accepting the discipline. When Charlie finally stopped, she was crying softly.
“Now,” he said, helping her to her feet. “Are you ready to be a good wife?”
Dora nodded, her eyes downcast. Without further protest, she sank to her knees between his legs and began to unfasten his pants. The camera angle shifted to show her face as she took his rigid penis into her mouth, and I could see the transformation there. The defiance was gone, replaced by something that looked almost like gratitude.
“Much better,” Charlie murmured, his hand tangling in her hair as he guided her movements. “This is what you needed all along, isn’t it?” Soon he had both hands on her head, the way Chad had liked to do with me when he had taught me to pleasure him. Charlie began thrusting up from his chair, using Dora’s mouth as a receptacle for his enjoyment.
Charlie’s movements became more forceful, his grip tightening in Dora’s hair as he thrust deeper into her mouth. “You’re so good at this,” he said, his voice thick with pleasure. “Too good. You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”
He pulled her head up roughly, forcing her to look directly into his eyes. Dora’s lips were swollen, her makeup smeared, and I could see the fear in her expression as she realized what he was asking.
“I… I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I should have told you. I had a boyfriend before we met. He made me… he made me suck his cock. And he took me in my ass.” Thewords tumbled out in a rush, as if she couldn’t bear to hold them back any longer.
I held my breath, waiting for Charlie’s anger, for the punishment that would surely follow such a confession. But instead, his face broke into a satisfied smile.
“Good,” he said, stroking her tearstained cheek. “I’m glad you’re already trained. It means you can please me properly from the very beginning.”
Without another word, he guided her mouth back to his cock, and Dora accepted it eagerly now, her technique even more skilled than before. Charlie’s hands returned to her head, controlling her movements as he used her mouth for his pleasure.
“Excellent communication, Dora,” the narrator praised as Charlie’s movements became more urgent. “And notice how Charlie responds to his wife’s honesty with forgiveness rather than punishment. This is the foundation of a healthy New Modesty marriage.”
