The Vassal Academy Ch. 38

Sarah tried to ignore the growing desire flooding through her. She clamped her teeth and shook her head. Her thighs were pressed tightly together.

Andre waved it away. He continued to describe bondage sex for another twenty minutes.

Sarah was nearly panting. She kept insisting that that wasn't what she wanted. Andre ignored her protests, and instead moved on. "Have you ever tried, or dreamed of anal sex?"

Sarah sat up and turned to get off the bench. "Um. I think I've had enough now."

Andre smiled and agreed. "Come on, I'll lock you to your chain."

Sarah went to the bathroom and wished desperately for a lock on the door. She was petrified, and she was hugely aroused. Her nipples were incredibly hard nubs of pure pleasure. The slave shirt thing brushed with every step and she was trying to ignore the electric pleasure she got from each brush of the shirt. She lay down and let Andre lock her to the chain and then almost prayed he wouldn't just leave. But he did.

Andre wrote his report. Carefully describing each response, and just as carefully transcribing each phrase used to get the response.

Sarah's hands were between her legs, and she groaned in pleasure. Her fingers were flying a mile a minute on her clit, and she tensed as blessed relief flooded through her. She wiped her fingers on her shirt, the sticky slickness filling the room with a scent she prayed would dissipate before morning.

In her sleep, her dreams were of the most highly erotic nature, and her hand wondered between her legs. She slept like that, one hand nestled as her legs were splayed lewdly open.

In the morning, her hand would still be there, nestled home between her legs.