Stuart walked over to the examining couch and wheeled it closer to the desk, so it dominated the centre of the room. Linda looked it over for a second time and realised how narrow it was. She wondered if she was going to look lithe and sexy when strapped to it, or more like a wobbling heap fighting to keep her balance.
"Up you come," he ordered. She got to her feet and he whirled her around in front of the couch. Slowly he pushed her back until she sank down onto the leather; its cold touch on her skin was a shock to her senses, reminding her again of her nakedness. She lifted her legs and placed them in the stirrups. Stuart moved to the back of the couch, gathered her arms and lifted them over her head. He fastened them to the two straps behind her, and the feeling of being in bondage brought a whole new level of sensitivity to her body. Stuart brushed his hand lightly down her torso and she jumped like she'd been electrocuted. "How long since you opened your legs, Linda?" he asked casually.
"Too long, sir."
"Don't get smart-alecky with me. Not when you're where you are, and I'm where I am."
"Sorry sir. I think it's been..." She twisted her face as she tried to recall the exact date. "Three months? Maybe a little bit more."
"God, you must be desperate. Been giving yourself any freebies since we last met?"
She shook her head emphatically. "No sir."
Stuart reached between her legs and placed the palm of his hand flat on her pussy. Linda trembled at once, her thighs bucking in the stirrups. "Well, you certainly don't
seem
like a girl who's been rubbing them out in secret. But, we'll see how you respond to... further encouragement." He pulled the stirrups wider, opening up her crotch completely, so that she was as exposed as she would have been on the doctor's table. But this was a different kind of examination. She watched him get slowly into position, his legs either side of the narrow frame. He produced a condom from his pocket, tore open the tab and slipped it on, taking care not to rush. It was her eagerness, as she lay there waiting for him, that was painfully apparent to everyone in the room.
Easing forward, he rubbed the head of his cock against her clitoral hood, testing the waters. Linda could hardly contain her impatience. Her elbows flexed as her body rose off the couch, straining towards him. Stuart rubbed this way and that, until her clit was bulging outwards, and then quite suddenly he slipped inside her. Linda moaned, closing her eyes as she realised what she had missed so badly: the feeling of being filled, of being taken. Stuart pushed further in and she let out a loud cry, the sensation almost overwhelming her. "Wow," he whistled, the amusement visible on his face. "I should never have doubted you. This is a girl who's been without an orgasm for a long time; your body's really
angry
. I can feel it. Do you get angry sometimes, when you have to do without?"
"I suppose so, sir," Linda muttered, her back arching against the couch, her wrists turning white. "It makes you more tense. But then... I've never really had to go without for a long time before."
Stuart laughed. "Yeah, I can tell. Three times a week at least, that's you. But everyone needs to change their routine now and then. It's character-building." He gave her a really deep thrust and Linda yelled in frustration. "Strange, we're always being told in those advice columns that women don't need sex like men do, they can go without it for ages and not think of it at all. Are you saying they're wrong?" She sank back onto the couch with a heartfelt sigh, legs quivering, and nodded through her tousled hair.
"Look at me, Linda." Her eyes were suddenly bolt open and fixed on him. "Now I told you before about the importance of honesty. I will teach you a little lesson in self-control, but to do that you will have to be honest with me. I can't use your cunt as thoroughly as I want to if I'm worrying all the time about tipping you over the edge. So here's what's going to happen. I am going to fuck you just as hard as I like, right up to the point where you can't hold back any longer." He leaned forward and picked Linda up bodily by her hair. "And then you are going to look at me and say these four simple words: 'None for me, sir.' Do you understand?"
She understood clearly enough. She stared back at him in silent desperation, her face set grimly; but finally, she nodded. Stuart set her down and she looked up at the ceiling, trying to think of something to distract her. It was a hopeless exercise and she knew it. The moment he entered her again her body was consumed with desire. She could feel it flowing out of her, creating a large sticky patch just under her pussy. Stuart had given her plenty of instructions, but he could do more than just talk a good game. He took a few cautious strokes to feel out the ridges and grooves inside her, then began to pound her with a ferocity she had never experienced before.
Linda pressed her face into her bound forearms and mewled helplessly. Her torso rose off the couch in an arc, her tits thrust upwards, and Stuart grabbed fistfuls of them and squeezed hard. It was the most pleasurable torture she'd ever had, but it was still torture, and after barely a minute she felt herself losing control. Her pussy began to throb with excitement, the walls of it pressing down on his cock, and a wave of heat radiated upwards from her toes. She was lost in her own private world, ready to take what she so desperately needed; but then her arms were lifted gently off her face, and he was right there, staring her down, challenging her to prove her obedience to him.
She looked back at him, her features twisted into an intense ball as her orgasm built inside her. She got so agonisingly close, until her breathing was a series of ragged grunts and her knees were trembling, and he knew full well what was happening. But he wanted to hear it from her mouth. She stared at him with wide resentful eyes, and at the very last moment, he broke her. "None for me, sir."
As if a switch had been flicked, Stuart stopped dead still, resting inside her pussy. Her body was so determined to come that it clung to his cock, pulsating with energy, trying to get her over the finish line. Something like a mini-climax washed over her, a strange giddy feeling, but it wasn't close to the real thing. When it had passed she was still on edge, still a broken, dripping wet puppet controlled by his dick. Stuart ran his hands down her from her neck to her knees; the touch of his fingertips was enough to send her into a paroxysm, she was so sensitive. Her brow was gleaming red, and sweat rolled off her breasts and thighs. Stuart leaned down and kissed her tenderly on the throat, and she grunted in anger, thrashing against her restraints.
"You're getting there, Linda," he said encouragingly, fondling her nipples. "Still got some way to go, though. Right now you're a caged animal, fresh from the wild. You need taming." Those last three words turned her on so much she almost managed to come by herself. She squirmed on top of the couch, her bum sticking to it in the clammy heat. Stuart stood impassively and let her breathing gradually slow down. The moment she had recovered her strength, he grabbed her by the hips and pushed deep into her. "Let's give you one more go, shall we?"
Linda's head fell back against the couch with a groan of disbelief, wondering how she could survive more of this. Her body tensed, ready to go into battle again. "I'm not sure what you're annoyed about," Stuart said drily. "You get to have a nice rest while I have to stand here and put all the strain on my feet. In fact, you've just settled it for me: the next girl I teach this lesson to is sitting on top of me and doing the work herself. That way she'll learn quicker."
He was slower this time, a series of short sharp thrusts, but every one of them reached right into the heart of her. Each time she responded with a squeal, a musical accompaniment to his efforts. He picked her up by her hair and held her forwards, right in his face, so they were practically one joined body and he was living her responses with her. She could see the effort on his face, the determined clench of his jaw and the piercing intent in his eyes. That only set her off even quicker. She lasted no more than thirty seconds before she let out a despairing howl and dropped back on the couch, her toes flexing. Her head lolled to one side and she breathed in hard, trying to push it back inside her, back underground. Finally, through gritted teeth, she muttered, "None for me, sir."
Stuart let out a long exhalation of his own, releasing the pent-up energy that had been coiled inside him. Gently he withdrew from the oozing mess between her legs. "That's more like it. You're finally learning some self-discipline." He stood still for a moment, then sighed and glanced downwards. "Carly, I know self-discipline is an alien concept to you, but would you please take your hand out of your knickers? You've got to keep it out of there sometimes."
"Sorry sir," came the faint reply from the corner of the room. Linda was in such a daze she had forgotten Carly was even there. She lifted her head and addressed her master, her voice cracking with the effort.
"Thank you, sir."
"And what are you thanking me for, exactly?"
"For teaching me to restrain my orgasms, sir."
"That's right. There's certainly no need to thank me for fucking you. That was entirely for my benefit, and I enjoyed your pussy immensely. I knew it wouldn't disappoint me." He sidled past her outstretched left leg, and as he did so he gave her pussy a quick, parting smack, right on the hood of her clit. Linda gasped in shock and bolted upwards, her elbows taut. Her face clenched in steely defiance as she looked at him, breathing heavily. "Ooh, that really surprised you, didn't it?" he chuckled. He reached forward and tapped her on the chin. "You weren't expecting me to be so hard on your temple of womanhood, hmm? Well they're tough little things, they were designed that way." He patted her crotch. "You can push a new human being through one of them, I'm sure they can survive a little slap from time to time."
Linda stared at him, her anger mixed with desire, just as it had been from the moment he strapped her to this couch and turned her into his plaything. She saw the amusement in his eyes, the way he was enjoying her outrage, and it brought out new depths of submission in her. She lay back on the couch again, feeling her former certainties and values fade away, to be replaced with a desperate devotion to him. She was ready to crawl for him.
Stuart pulled the condom off and stood to her left, in the direction her head was already pointed. "You can thank me a little more, if you like." Linda strained forward, trying to reach his cock, but the tip was just out of range. She tried again, then gave up and sank back against the headrest. "You're not an ungrateful slut, are you Linda?"
