"Ohhh...." Claudia moaned, unable to stop herself from releasing some sign of her condition. She arched her back, gasping with the torrent of sensations that filled her mind. The pleasure that he was creating was so strong, so powerful. Every stroke, touch, or caress caused another overwhelming wave of desire and lust to attack her mind. She knew she couldn't take this....this torture much longer. She needed release - she had to have it soon.

"I'll tell you when you can cum girl... not before... and not after."

Those words sunk in, causing indignation to rise, but only halfheartedly, in the mix of all the other emotions. Besides, she'd been stripped of most of her pride already under his brief care. Instead, she remembered the sting of the switch against her bottom when she had disobeyed him earlier. She didn't want to go through that again. Even in the blurry haze of pleasure, Claudia held on to that.

She struggled to fight down the insistent urge in her loins. She was on the brink of orgasm. "Oh please, sir," she begged, before she could stop herself. "Let me cum. Please, let me cum..."