Chapter 3 -- Humiliation
During the next few months, caught in the early throes and excitement of a new relationship, things were relatively easy going. During this time he showed her the lighter sides of his sadomasochistic tastes, promising her it would not always be so easy.
Many nights he would spend teaching her how to give better blowjobs. Other nights they would simply make love or fuck hard. It was also when she discovered the excitement and humiliation of having to receive permission before climaxing.
Debbie, for the most part, enjoyed her new situation. She had always wished for more assertive boyfriends and had always wondered why men tended to be so sheepish in the bedroom. Upon voicing this query to James she received an answer that was honest, from his standpoint, and for which she could find little fault.
"It's because of how men have been trained in this day and age. Men have been told that taking charge is bad and that women can do anything a man can, despite the obvious physical, emotional and psychological differences," he told her.
It was a Friday, nearly six months into their relationship, when she inquired as to why he had not bound her. She had hoped, nearly every night, that he would tie her to the bed and take her. He explained that it was not the time. "Soon, you will begin to experience those "other things" you wish to experience."
That night, he asked if she wanted a new experience. Excited at the prospect, she nearly jumped when she told him she would. For the next few hours she waited, expectant and excited, for him to unveil his plans.
At nine O'clock that night, he told her to take a shower. "After you dry your hair, I want you to come downstairs. You are to be naked. Understand?"
After an excited "Yes, Sir!" she bolted upstairs to complete her orders. Twenty minutes later she was downstairs and standing, naked, just as he commanded.
Seated on his soft leather couch, James commanded she stand in the middle of the room with her hands at her side and solidly against her thighs.
"Now tell me, how many times have you masturbated since we have been together?" he asked.
"I haven't...I don't," she stammered.
Rolling his eyes, he began again. "How many times?"
Blushing, she stammered, "A few times...I don't know how many times...a lot, I guess."
"That ends now. From now on, you are never to masturbate or cum, ever again, without my permission. Understand?"
She blushed again, trying to hide her face under the cover of her long auburn hair. "Yes, Sir," she whispered.
"Good. Now, it's time for me to see how you masturbate" he told her. "Do you do it standing or sitting or laying down? How?"
"Oh my God. I can't...I...I don't want to do this," she said in a shaky voice.
"How? What position?" he demanded.
"Sitting. I sit on the couch or lay on my bed," she said, wishing she could crawl under a rock. "My legs are usually spread and my legs are bent. My...my knees are usually up in the air."
James left the couch and sat in the easy chair across from it. Then, his voice low, he told her "Go...show me."
Obeying him, she sat on the couch. She didn't more for a long moment, praying she would wake from this dream. After a quick "Now!" she took a deep breath and lifted her legs, spreading them slightly.
"This is how you sit?"
"Yes," she whispered. She was sweating now, nearly overwhelmed by the moments embarrassment. "Please, can we not do this?" she pleaded.
"Now, slide your hand between your legs and show me how you masturbate," he commanded.
Closing her eyes, she slid her right hand between her legs. More embarrassment flooded through her being as she discovered that she was extremely wet. Then, almost against her own command, her fingers began rubbing the sensitive flesh between her legs.
"I own that pussy," he said. "Never forget that. I own it.?"
"Yes," she hissed.
"Say it."
