(Truth) No, You're Not a Slut

"I'm not a slut." I answer, cringing at the insulting suggestion.

The amount of sexual encounters I've participated in throughout adulthood is easily countable on the fingers of one hand. It's not due to the fact that I haven't enjoyed it before, it's just that I don't exactly go out of my way to do so. I've only ever been in one relationship with a man and it didn't last very long. Amongst my group of friends, sex was always a taboo subject to bring up. It was rather odd I thought, considering how open we all were about our personal lives.

"Well then, I guess we will just have to see if you can answer the same next week." Master Dax replies, seemingly dissapointed.

An unwelcome image of myself in Sapphire's position forces its way into my mind. In the same pose, I am naked with my arms bound behind my back. A vacant grin is plastered over my red blushing face while a long vibrator hums deeply in my crotch. Could I really enjoy being like that? Would I actually like being humiliated that way? No matter what I can't seem to **** the thought away.

"Leave us." He demands. "I have some unfinished business with Sapphire here."

With that, Jezebel grabs me by the forearm and directs me out of the room. Seconds after the door clothes, we hear the muffled screams of a distressed Sapphire.