"Master, I will call you tonight, I will be a good girl all for you." She assured me and as I nodded she left.
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The shower, as I had anticipated, was warm and soothing. I couldn't tell you how much I thoroughly enjoyed that first day. As I toweled off in the bedroom and threw the clothing into the hamper, later finding a comforting meal and then escape to my computer, the phone finally ringing as I was reading through my favorite erotic literature website. It was the same quiet, excited little 19 year old voice on the other side.
"Master?" she seemed to coo.
"Yes, Dela, how was the rest of your day?" We had a pleasant conversation about her cozy 2 bedroom apartment and her strange roommates. When I say cozy though, she shared half a room with another couple and another room was filled with a bunk bed of two girls and another bed with another couple, she was crammed. She helped me to understand that she couldn't afford rent alone and that her friends were all pretty tight and it made the rent much much less with 6 other people in the same apartment because it seemed like some of the other college students did. They seemed to share 3 computers and only one was privately stashed in her bedroom so 'masturbation is difficult' and she told me how extremely aroused she truly was. We decided to go over a list of her own do's and don'ts, things she imagined she'd love doing, and things she couldn't imagine ever doing. So I found where my limits were set, however most of the things she listed as a don't were things I myself couldn't imagine and would never do either. We spoke at length how sex could be both rewarding or punishing, and I set a rule that she was never to cum without my permission not even by herself. She whined to me at some length how it was impossible, that she needed to masturbate.
"Save it, you can cum for me, I will control your sex entirely, or did you not understand that that's what you'd be giving up, that your entire sexuality would be mine to control?"
"Well... No I knew, but... Master, please don't take that from me, please." she begged.
"You can earn it." I smirked to myself as I knew she was growing wet from my restriction.
In fact, after I realized I knew, she told me she was going into the bathroom to clean herself because her panties were now smelling of it. I grew myself, and as I pulled up pictures and began touching myself I let her hear my grunts to these portrait sluts. She begged me to touch herself there in that bathroom, I let her because I wanted to hear her moaning. Fucking myself to explosion and then telling her to stop and save it, only seemed to make her beg more and more... That begging was what kept my dick hard. I told her our conversation was over, she'd wait for what tomorrow would hold. She gave me a pleasant fare well, thanking me for letting her touch herself, even if she couldn't get off.
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I got off work to see that bitch waiting at my apartment.
"Glenda get the fuck out of my yard."
