Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 121

Sarah felt confused and hesitant to ask any questions. Finally she asked meekly, "Sir, may I ask a question?"

"Of course."

"Why? Why so much denial? Why the pain exception? That seems....Impossible."

He nodded, understanding she needed further explanation. "Sarah, I think you are a pain slut. Some girls can get off on pain alone. The key is to get your brain to treat pain and pleasure in the same manner. There is a fine line between pain and pleasure and the brain can only process one at a time. That is why I taught you to use pain when you become over sensitive. But the brain can be trained to accept both. The key is to link pleasure to the pain sensation. It will allow you to enjoy pain in a new way. I want you to try. If you aren't able to make that connection, it may change how we play in the future. Do you understand all of your instructions?"

Completely overwhelmed, Sarah just nodded. She couldn't even imagine waking up twice every night to force herself into a frenzy only to deny her poor body over and over. But she was determined to please Mr. Michaels. He had done so much for her. She wanted him to be happy with her. And she felt so bad about all the money she had cost him. She didn't know if she believed his idea on the pain thing. That sounded crazy. But if that is what he wanted, she would do her best. "Yes sir. I understand. I will do it for you and make you happy." Trying to be enthusiastic for his sake, inside she mostly felt fear and dread at this difficult assignment.

"We are done tonight. I want you to get home and start tonight. Once before bed and then twice while you sleep. And you are not to share any of this with Jenny until after it is all over. She will get a similar instruction." When he held his arms open, she jumped into them and kissed him.

Laying in bed, Sarah could only sigh deeply at the thought of having another week of orgasm denial. She hated orgasm denial. It left her so empty and frustrated. Worse still, the new daunting schedule made her stomach flop. Knowing she would have to get up in the middle of the night, she had gotten into bed an hour earlier than normal. But she needed to get started.

The vibrator moving slowly up and down her pussy eventually settled on her clit. She turned up the speed up until she felt her the welcome edge of her climax building. He had tortured her so much earlier in the evening that it didn't take long. Desperately she wanted to ignore his orders and steal the threatening orgasm but the thought of seeing his disappointed eyes made her drop the vibrator back to bed with a whimpering groan. Quickly she snapped the rubber band she had put around her foot, hoping to make the throb in her foot match the throb of her pussy. By the third snap, she knew it wouldn't have the desired effect. She still didn't see how pain could ever make her cum.

As her pelvis slowed its ache and returned to normal, she grabbed her phone and sent her text, "I will always be devoted to my Master. His pleasure is my pleasure." She tried to memorize it and then deleted it. She set her alarm and put her head on the pillow. It had been a long exhausting night and she fell asleep in minutes.

The alarm went off at 1:00am. Groggy and confused for a minute, when she remembered why she had woken up, her eyes rolled back in her head. She couldn't believe she had to do this. Using the dildo, she fucked herself hard and fast, plunging the dick into her hearing the balls slap against her wet skin. Her pussy leaked everywhere. A long groan ended in her ripping the dildo from her and throwing it to the ground emitting a low curse, "Fuck. Fuck! Fuck!! Fuuuuuckkkkkk". She desperately needed release but could only clench her fists and squeeze her eyes shut in frustration.

Eventually calming, she sighed deeply before sending her new text, "Master owns this slut's pussy." Setting the alarm again, she flopped over and wanted to cry. It felt like minutes before being woken again. It took longer this time using her fingers, mainly because of her anger at having to deny herself for the third time in the middle of the night. Finally done, she sent her text, "I was a bad cunt and I deserve my punishment. I will always do my best for my Master."

Her body ached from head to toe when she woke and she moved in a hazy fog. She denied herself in the shower in clear view of the camera. After she dressed, she remembered she hadn't sent her text. "I am a willing submissive to my Master. My Master controls my pleasure." The texting portion of her punishment was already proving to be more difficult than she thought it would be and she realized she couldn't remember the exact wording of the two overnight texts.

The heavy bags under Sarah's eyes and her frown as she and Jenny met before class the next morning clearly had Jenny

concerned for her friend. When she asked about what had happened the night before, Sarah could only respond, "I can't talk about it. I'm not allowed to. But this is going to be a shitty week." Sarah felt guilty about making Jenny feel even worse, so she just gave her a quick hug and told her not to worry about her night with their Master.

Sarah completed her denial after lunch and sent another text. At home that afternoon, she fucked herself with the dildo while spanking her ass. Getting to the edge of climax, she spanked her ass red trying to achieve a release. While spanking she tried to imagine Mr. Michaels fucking her deep and smacking her ass with his hand. It didn't work, but she felt like she came a little closer with her pussy continuing to vibrate and leak down her leg while she spanked herself. She just had to be careful about not being too loud while punishing herself.

Before going to sleep, she wanted to call Jenny and find out about her night, but focused on her own predicament. Trying again to spank herself to an orgasm proved unsuccessful leaving her pussy to ache with lust. The second night of interrupted sleep got even worse. Dreams of fucking and being manhandled, with Mr. Michaels taking her from behind and pulling her hair. When she woke, she saw her dripping pussy had left a wet spot on her sheets. She sent her texts proclaiming to be "Mr. Michaels devoted cum whore and later that she wanted Michael's to "Face fuck her mouth until his dick slid all the way down her throat and use her like a fuck toy." Every text proved more and more true.

When she found Jenny at school in the morning, they found a private corner. Jenny looked a little tired as well. After making sure she couldn't be heard, Jenny asked, "So did you go....downstairs?"

Sarah's eyes got big. "Yes! Oh my god. I couldn't believe it."

"Did he have videos of you playing on the TV?"

"Yes. Lots of scenes from everything going back to the first day. But just of me."

"Me too. It was kind of hot actually to see myself like that."

"I know. But all those sex toys and equipment. And hidden like that. Do you think he has always had it?"

"I don't know. It looked pretty new. But when the door slid open like that, I just stood there in shock. I was terrified at first."