Chapter Four
Week Seven
Mr. Black was on a Skype call with an old mentor in Japan a man he knew during his time overseas and today were involved in a number of development properties. They were closer than brothers more like father and son. Mr. Taki was asking about Jen and how Black's special project was progressing.
"To be honest I couldn't be happier. She is progressing without kick back so far. Your idea to place the vibrator in the Brian's bed worked perfectly when I needed it. A quick buzz from the vibrator and he gurgles and it worked perfectly at a key moment. Mr. Taki actually clapped his hands in enthusiasm for his student. While he was in his seventies now, he had many happy memories of developing submissives in the past.
"This week I am striving to hear her emotional and sexual triggers, what turns her on and why. I have given her the seven-day challenge. She has been celibate since the birth of her son. She feels deep remorse and shame over how he came to be and the damage her own actions appear to have caused. She is deeply scarred by her experience. I hope to move her past it but using the guilt to do it. As I said it's going to take a little time but I certainly feel she is worth the commitment."
After a couple of more minor details, they closed out the discussion with Mr. Taki wishing him every success in all his endeavors.
On the seventh day, of the seventh week, Sunday at four p. m., she arrives to report. She looks haggard and she is walking a little tenderly but she assumes her reporting position. She begins her report and by the end of reporting about Monday, she knew she was in purgatory being forced to review and reveal every detail of her masturbations.
His interrogation ripped every emotion from her and forced her to reveal every sensuous spot on her body that she had self-touched, rubbed, twisted, thought of and triggered, everything.
Monday had been harder than expected she reported honestly. She hadn't been with a man for over a year. She said she hadn't even thought much about sex in that year. Her son had taken over every aspect of her thoughts she felt. Still, she had expected it to be relatively easy to orgasm.
"... I was rubbing my breasts, rolling my nipples between thumb and forefinger. Then I picked up the soap bar and began lathering my body, above and below the water, just sliding the soap bar wherever it wanted to go.
"As my hand worked lower, I would slide across my buttoned-up clit seeking a stir. I was remembering the last time I had played with myself when rubbing my breasts and rubbing and rolling my clit would eventually get me off. I dropped the soap, brought two hands down and started building the fire within.
"I was working at it fast and hard while in the back of my mind the cooling water temperature registered and I wanted to get this over with. My juices were flowing, so I slid a finger into myself, rubbing, rolling my clit with two fingers." He could tell she was actually reliving the moment, 'this just might work,' he thought as she continued her report.
"I had to practically slam my fingers into myself for a while more and then I pinched my clit and I came. I then dried off with my white towel, put on my blue pj pants and top and went to bed."
"On Tuesday..."
He interjected, "Any difficulty getting to sleep Monday night?"
"Yes," she didn't want to elaborate but, "I was worried that something may be damaged in me because it was so hard to cum."
Nodding his head he suggested, "That was your first orgasm since giving birth, right?" she agreed, so he went on, "maybe it was going to take a bit to get those unused muscles working again," finishing with his, 'I am a little uncertain of this advice smile,' on his face and in his eyes. She smiled because she knew where her story was headed.
"On Tuesday morning I woke up, fed myself, played with and loved Brian for a couple of hours and when he fell asleep, I thought I'd get the days first one down."
"I settled onto my bed and just started gently flowing my hands over my body seeking a stirring below. I went searching for memories, old movie scenes, even some past porn movie memories, from when I was sixteen at a sweet sixteen party and we had watched a porn as part of the evenings all girl festivities."
"I came to realize I don't have much memory, not even viewing memories of a sexual nature, I guess I am not that experienced."
He intruded into her, 'thinking out loud' moment asking, "I was of the impression that you were sexual after your parents died, you know, Terry, Brian?"
"Again, being honest and all, as per our contract, I was so stoned during most of that time with Terry. I can recall snippets, some I definitely don't want to recall, but snippets of memories of shit that happened, shit I experienced. It wasn't a good time in my life, I don't like to think about it at all, if possible, really."
He nodded, "Continue your report please," he requested softly.
