Sybil moaned, he knew her every weak spot. “Master.”

“You’ve cum once, that should help you resist,” he spoke sarcastically knowing her difficulty in resisting multiple orgasms, as many times as offered. It complimented her ability to cum on demand, as often as he desired. He remembered a visit to a mall, he’d dressed her in conservative clothing on the outside. Under a corset tightly synched, a knotted rope harness pulled up tightly in her cunt and tied around her waist. He’d loved knowing the stockings left bare flesh he could stroke. The lining of the corset’s bra was a rough, scratchy material, the cups big enough that they were a tiny bit loose. Her every movement ran her nipples across the surface unmercifully.

Hank remembered slipping the heavy bracelets around her wrists, they complimented the heavy chain with a large engraved heart that hung around her long neck. She’d balked the first time he’d set the four inch heals in front of her. He’d taught her the price of disobedience with a thin willow switch across the soles of her feet. Hank couldn’t help smiling at the memory of her quick obedience after that.

Thinking of her trip into the mall was almost too much as he licked her stomach slowly, luxuriously. They had walked the wall slowly she just a step behind and to the right. Men’s heads had turned even with her in the calf length skirt and modest plunging neckline. He smiled against her stomach biting lightly as he remembered the woman who had stared jealously at her. They had walked into a clothes store and looked at men’s suits. He’s placed her left hand on his waist looked her in the eye and spoke slowly. “Cum little one,” the shock on her face as the orgasm rushed over her had made him chuckle as he held her up. “More,” he reached out and grasped the rope through the cloth of her skirt and yanked up. The moan caused people to turn and look in the clothing crowded store. Her face had flushed a deep red but she’d continued orgasming as he’d pulled.

Hank let his cheek run over her flesh as he moved to her thigh licking long strokes from knee to a breath from her burning cunt. The book store had been next, four stores in all he’d caused her to orgasm, then he’d taken her to the dark tavern restaurant in the lower floor. He remembered the light sheen of sweat that had covered her face as she continued to experience light after shocks from the knotted rope rubbing her cunt harshly.

The taste of her body was making him hard to the point of discomfort but he continued with her reeducation. He remembered picking the perfect table and seating her at it. He’d ordered drinks and their meal, he’d waited for the perfect time then spoke firmly. “Under the table, blow job, now.” He’d been so proud of her as she’d moved without even looking slipping under the long table cloth.

Hanks tongue stroked her cunt slowly, he felt her tremble, she screamed but didn’t cum. Again and again he lapped at her, tasting her again, realizing just how much he’d missed her. Her first public blow job came back to mind, she’d unzipped his slacks and captured his balls in her mouth. He’d shifted resting his arms on the back of the booth letting his body enjoy her submission. “Your drinks,” the waitress had said. He’d remembered opening his eyes and smiling at the woman she’d blushed at his attention. He smiled up at her.

“Thank you,” he’d purred up at her. “You have very nice eyes.”

“Thank you sir,” she’d stammered and hurried off.

He’d remembered reaching down as Sybil had taken his cock in her mouth. He’d buried himself deep and filled her with his hot seed as he pressed her in tightly. “Suckle it,” he’d ordered softly.

“Is your friend all right,” the waitress asked as she brought their meals. She’d looked toward the bathroom.

“She’s fine, she was just having an appetizer.” He centered on Sybil’s clit and chuckled again remembering.

“Sybil, up,” he’d pulled slightly, Sybil had slipped back up to her seat deeply tinted red a little dribble of cum on her chin. The waitress had stuttered, “Willow does that excite you?”

Hank looked across Sybil’s body and met Willow’s eyes, they were hazy with desire as they had been that day at the restaurant. Hank pulled Sybil’s clit into his mouth and sucked. Sybil screamed again, loudly, he bit and new he was pushing her too far. He had to push her over and over again to show her he would follow through with her training. She needed to be held tightly, it was the only thing that made her feel safe and needed.