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  “What’s wrong with this robe and my undergarments?”

  “For this to work, I have to have full access to your body. Who designed that underwear, by the way? It looks itchy and uncomfortable.”

  Dwanna almost stated it was mandatory Purity Institute issue, but remembered in time.

  “I… I like the color.”

  “Puke green?”

  “I think of it more like a dark pus color.”

  “Well, let’s take it off.”

  Dwanna tensed.

  “Don’t worry. It’s not like I haven’t seen it before.”

  And in Milo’s case, he was speaking the literal truth. Still, she hesitated.

  “What are you going to do? The edging?”

  “I’m going to use my body, and various devices, to excite you to the point of orgasm. But I won’t allow you to come unless you say it is okay with you.”

  “So I’m in control?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “Okay.”

  Just as Milo had done on their date, his deft hand swiftly found the garment’s many buttons and catches, quickly stripping her naked. Dwanna saw his eyes focus on her large, filthy breasts. Her nipples jutted out at him in response, and she instinctively put her arm across them. Then his gaze trailed lower, to her baby-making parts. Against all that Dwanna believed in, she felt herself get warm down there.

  “Now, let’s pick out something to wear.”

  Milo pressed a button on Dwanna’s bed, and a section of wall opened up, a clothes rod automatically shooting into the room. Various garments hung from it.

  “What’s that?” Dwanna asked. “A diving suit?”

  “Latex,” Milo said. “Some subs like to be completely encased.”

  “Subs? Like submarines?”

  “Submissives. It makes you feel claustrophobic and vulnerable. Especially if you have a latex fetish.”

  “That sounds horrible.”

  “Nothing consensual that gives pleasure is horrible, Susie. How about this?” Milo picked up something that looked like a horse’s bridle, made of black leather and studs.

  “What is that?”

  “It’s a bra, panties, and a collar.”

  “A… collar?”

  “Here, I’ll help you try it on.”

  Within seconds, Milo had somehow dressed Dwanna in the strange outfit. It didn’t qualify as panties, because it left her female parts fully exposed. It didn’t qualify as a bra, because even though it lifted and separated her pendulous breasts, it left most of them, including her nipples, completely bare. And the collar…

  The collar covered up her pearl necklace, with the cameras in it.

  “Would you like to see how you look?”

  Milo press another button, and a panel in the ceiling opened, revealing a full-length mirror over Dwanna’s bed. She looked like a whore. A porn star. A slut. The leather outfit was naughty and filthy and disgusting. Staring up at herself, Dwanna felt like a bad, bad girl.

  “These boots would be perfect with that,” Milo said, grabbing a pair of thigh-high stilettos from the clothing rod. He massaged Dwanna’s feet and then slipped them on.

  “Wow. You really look hot,” he told her. “Stand up.”

  He helped Dwanna to her feet, and she almost fell over. She’d never worn anything taller than flip-flops. But these boots, with their four inch heels, made her look even dirtier.

  “Now raise your hands above your head,” he said.

  Dwanna complied, and immediately her wrists were encased in thick shackles that dropped down from chains in the ceiling panels. Now she was trapped and helpless, completely at Milo’s mercy. It should have been a terrible, frightening position to be in.

  So why did Dwanna feel empowered by it?

  “Widen your stance, so your legs are apart,” Milo said.

  Dwanna did as she was told, feeling bold as she opened herself to him. Her ankles were shackled to eyelets in the floor. When Milo looked up at her, he had lust in his eyes. And his head…

  His head was right there. Between her legs.

  “Remember, you can’t have an orgasm until you beg for it, and if you want me to stop, say the safe word.”

  “I don’t want to do this,” Dwanna said.

  “Then say the safe word,” Milo said, kissing her lips. Not the lips on her face. Her other lips.

  It was like a jolt of electricity, and Dwanna’s whole body tensed.

  “No,” she said. “Stop it.”

  But even as she said it, her body betrayed her, pressing against him. His hands slid up the backs of her thighs, cupping her bottom, drawing her in closer as his tongue made slow, lazy circles.

  Dwanna cried, “No! You have to stop!”

  He continued to nuzzle, to nibble, and then he found that spot. The one Dwanna never touched. The dirtiest part of her, according to Mother.

  Milo began to lick it. Gently at first, making Dwanna’s knees buckle.

  “No more. Please, no more. I’m begging you.”

  Her begging got him to increase in pressure and tempo. As his mouth assaulted her, one of his fingers slipped up inside, making a wiggling, beckoning motion that made all the heat and pressure absolutely unbearable.

  Dwanna screamed, the orgasm building up inside her, nothing able to stop it.

  And Milo pulled away.

  Dwanna thrashed against her restraints. “You bastard! You cruel bastard!”

  Milo smiled up at her, his face slick and glistening with her juices. “We’re edging, remember? You have to beg for it.”

  “You’ll never break me,” she said. The leather collar hid the cameras, but no doubt the microphones were still working. “I don’t care what sick, perverted thing you do to me. You can try anything you want to. But I won’t succumb.”

  “Anything?”

  Milo pressed another button, and a cart automatically rolled up. On the cart—

  Implements. Filthy, wretched implements, some shaped like man parts, some obviously paddles and whips and riding crops, some…

  Well, Dwanna had no idea what some of them were.

  “You’re aroused now,” Milo said. He selected a silver chain from the cart. “Your nipples are hard. See?”

  Milo squeezed one, roughly, and it caused such a sharp spark of pleasure that Dwanna gasped and arched her back.

  “What I could do, is I could pull on your nipples. Would you like that?”

  Dwanna knew she would, and she flushed red. She turned away, ashamed.

  Milo put his lips next to her ear, licking it as his fingers entered her again. He worked them in and out, slowly, and Dwanna fought to remain standing.

  “Would you like me to pull on your nipples?”

  “No.” It took everything she had to utter the word, because she so very much wanted him to pull on her nipples. She wanted him to pull and pinch and yank and suck and even bite.

  And that’s when she understood the game they were playing.

  Milo was going to do all the things she told him not to do. She was the one ordering him around. She was in control. It would only stop if she uttered the safe word.

  As long as Dwanna made it sound like she was against all of this, she could indulge in every fantasy she’d ever had. No one would ever know.

  “Don’t you dare pinch my nipples, you bastard. And don’t you dare touch me with that vibrator thing.”

  “This one?”

  “No. That larger one, with the bumps all over it.”

  Milo kneaded her breasts, and she screamed with pleasure. Then he took the silver chain—a springy clamp on either end—and attached one to each nipple. They weren’t as strong as clothespins, but Dwanna wished they were, because they felt so wonderful hanging on her.

  Then a loud, buzzing sound snapped her eyes open. She stared into Milo’s face as he pressed the vibrator against her, right there, rubbing it up and down.

  Dwanna screamed again. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming, and it mingled with th
e nipple clamps and Milo’s hot breath on her neck and his fingers working in and out, wiggling and beckoning, that there was now no possible way to stop her from—

  Milo abruptly pulled it away.

  “No! You’re awful!”

  He winked, gave her a quick, firm tug on her nipple chains that made her gasp, and then dropped to his knees.

  Dwanna had to chew her lower lip to keep from crying out as he slowly inched the vibrator inside her. She was so wet it slid in easily, even though it was wider than any man could be, making her stretch and feel so full. The buzzing seemed to overtake her entire body, coaxing pleasure out of her, wiping all thoughts from her head other than More! More! More!

  Then, as he plunged it in and out, far slower than she wanted, his tongue once again found her sensitive spot.

  Dwanna screamed, louder and longer than the last time.

  “Oh, Go! No! No! No! You can’t make me! You can’t!”

  Milo immediately switched the vibrator off, and pulled his mouth away.

  “You bastard!” Dwanna was close to tears now, but swearing at Milo was turning her on even more. She wanted to use all of the dirty words the Purity Foundation forbade. She wanted to order him to eat her pussy. To suck her clit. She wanted his cock in her mouth, and wanted him to bite her tits. Most of all, she wanted him to fuck her until she couldn’t stand it anymore.

  Filthy, filthy, filthy!

  But Milo couldn’t read her mind. Or maybe he could, and he truly was a bastard. Because instead of giving her more, he withdrew the vibrator and took her in his arms.

  “You’re so beautiful, Susie. I’ve never seen anyone sexier than you are right now. I want to make you come. More than that, I want to be inside you. But I won’t do that unless you ask me to.”

  Her eyes implored him to do that, and more.

  “Beg me to make you come.”

  She whimpered, but remained quiet.

  “Then I have to keep edging you.”

  No! NO! She couldn’t endure much more of that!

  But endure she did.

  He attached a weighted vibrator to her nipple clamps, so they tingled with unrelenting ecstasy. Each time she bobbed, or swayed, or jiggled, they tugged at her mercilessly, maddeningly.

  Then Milo attached something small and smooth to her black undergarment so it pressed tightly against her most sensitive spot. It began to buzz in a most extraordinary way, making her groan deep in her chest.

  “This is a butterfly vibrator. It’s called that because it is small, and flutters like a butterfly. This one senses how close you are to orgasm.” Milo nuzzled her neck and gave the nipple chain another tug. “Only I can override it. The more aroused you get, the slower it gets. It can keep you on the edge of coming for hours.”

  Dwanna didn’t believe it, because she was mere seconds away from exploding. Her hips undulated, she ground her teeth—

  —and the terrible vibrator slowed down.

  NO! This was horrible! What cruel sadist would devise something so torturous?

  Fine. Two could play this filthy little game. Dwanna had spent her entire life learning how to fight her own disgusting passions. She would shut her body down.

  Dwanna closed her eyes, focusing on Mother’s vicious frown. On A Sachs-Yule’s brooding look of disapproval. On Purity.

  But the vibrator wouldn’t let her relax. As soon as she regained a bit of control over her body, the vibrations intensified, bringing her close but not allowing her to go over the edge.

  Milo made it even more unbearable. He kissed her lips, her cheeks, her ears, her neck, and continued to caress and probe her relentlessly.

  “Feel that?” he said, his finger deep insider her. “That’s your G-spot. How does it feel?”

  “Unghh,” Dwanna said.

  “If I keep rubbing it like this, you’ll come.”

  “Unghh.”

  “See how it feels with the vibrator on high speed?”

  The butterfly buzzed to full power, and Dwanna began to scream so loudly that anyone listening would think she was being dropped into boiling oil.

  “Let me make you come.”

  Dwanna’s whole body shook.

  Then, all at once, the vibrations stopped and he pulled away.

  “I… I hate you,” she said, close to tears.

  “You have to take responsibility for your own pleasure, Susie. That’s what I’m trying to teach you here.”

  “You don’t understand.”

  And then the weight of it all caught up with Dwanna. She was so close to orgasm a slight breeze would have made her come. She hated being here because of Mother’s orders. She hated that Milo, whom she really liked, was being forced by his job to do these things to her instead of doing them willingly. She hated how her body was betraying her, and hated how confused her mind was, and emotionally she was more mixed up than she’d ever been in her life.

  Then, suddenly, Milo’s mouth was on hers, his tongue slipping between her lips. Dwanna’s tongue met his. His fingers teased their way inside her once more, moving faster and faster until they were thrusting madly, the butterfly vibrator up to a speed higher than ever before. Milo’s other hand found her nipples and removed the clamps, and as the blood returned the pleasure/pain hit such a crescendo that Dwanna began to come, even though she hadn’t asked for permission.

  It was an orgasm so explosive and overpowering that her legs gave out and she hung there by her wrists, twitching and quivering and crying out. Then Milo’s arm was behind her back, holding her up, and he continued to rub her G-spot, thrusting faster and harder, making the wave take her again, and again, until Dwanna couldn’t stand anymore and gasped, “Please, make love to me, Milo. Please.”

  The vibrator immediately stopped buzzing, and Milo stepped away, looking surprised.

  “Oh… my,” he said.

  Dwanna stared at him, her hips still involuntarily thrusting, her skin all flushed and tingly.

  “I’m… I’m sorry Dwa… Susie. I shouldn’t have done that.”

  “Milo… please…”

  “I broke the rules. You were supposed to beg to come, and I made you come anyway. That wasn’t the lesson here. I don’t know what came over me. I just… I…you have to excuse me, Susie.”

  He pressed a button, and Dwanna was instantly released from her bonds. She fell to her knees, Milo’s huge bulge just inches in front of her face.

  “Milo,” she said, reaching for it. When her hand touched him, they both gasped. But again he pulled back.

  “I think… I think I’ve lost my objectivity. Yes. I’m too attached. I should have turned down this assignment because of our history. I’m so sorry, Dwa—I mean Susie. You deserve better than this. This was completely unprofessional.”

  He turned to go. Dwanna wanted to beg him to stay. To tell him that was the biggest orgasm she’d ever had, and that she didn’t want it to end. She wanted to suck him. And fuck him. And tie him up and torment him like he’d done to her.

  But she couldn’t say that. Not with her pearl necklace on. Not with the Purity Institute, and Mother, listening in. Not if she had any decency left in her at all.

  Then he was gone.

  Dwanna’s hands dropped to her sides, then fell naturally between her legs. To her den of depravity. Her naughty cave. Her guilt box.

  The cause of all her problems.

  “I’m pure,” she said, shaking all over. “I’m good and pure and I can resist anything.”

  Then she sat down, grabbed her knees, and began to cry.

  Chapter Six

  “Isn’t it my turn to do some science on you?” Peter asked. Once again his pants were around his legs, his stiff cock bobbing before Fanny’s eyes.

  There wasn’t anything Fanny could think of that she’d enjoy more. She was already uncomfortably wet, and she hadn’t even started the experiment yet. But they’d gotten a new sexual product in for testing, and Hoyt had wanted a report on it immediately.

  Unfortunately it h
adn’t been a product for women, and she had to admit she was a little annoyed. She’d been desperately horny since sucking off Peter this morning, and the tension had been building inside her like a coiled spring ready to snap.

  “This is a Tenga Flip Hole,” Fanny said, holding up a white cylinder the size and shape of a one liter soda bottle.

  “It doesn’t look sexy,” Peter said. “Is it a real product, or something we made up for this book?”

  “It’s real. You can order one on Amazon.”

  “And this is a male masturbator.”

  Fanny nodded. “It’s supposed to accurately simulate the feeling of sex. There’s an opening on the end, and it’s filled with a soft, pliable, jelly-like material with all sorts of bumps and tickly things.”

  She flipped the cylinder open and showed it to Peter. She had to admit, the channel inside did resemble the inside of a vagina, and then some, and looking at it now made her think of her own, and how good it would feel to have Peter enter her rather than the Flip Hole.

  “I prefer the real thing, Fanny.”

  Her insides gave a little clench, and she gave him a smile, then shrugged. “Yeah, well, Hoyt wants a report on it, so here we are.”

  She squeezed some lube into the opening on the end of the device. Then, without fanfare, she fit it over the head of Peter’s manhood and he penetrated it.

  “That’s… interesting,” he said.

  She lowered it down over his shaft, and his whole body shook in a tremor. Fanny immediately went from irritated to interest.

  “How does it feel?” she asked.

  Peter cleared his throat. “Well, all those bumps and tickly things are… definitely… different.”

  Fanny began to pump the device up and down on Peter, slowly and sensually. “Describe different.”

  He grunted. “It’s… tight… and… intense.”

  She watched his expression as she manipulated the Tenga, alternating speed and stoke length, and Fanny found herself getting very turned on. She never minded the work of a blowjob, or a handjob—that was part of the fun—but she liked how she could fully focus on the expressions on Peter’s face and the sounds he was making.

  She gave it a hard pump, and he gasped.