Blush and say nothing.

There's a limit of what you are ready to reveal about yourself, and despite the growing arousal, you simply can't bring yourself to admit how stimulated you are. You feel your cheeks turning red with shame, and you bite your lips. You search for words, and for a way out, but you can't find them. So you stay silent, your face glowing like a red pumpkin.

Steve suddenly starts chuckling. A deep, discomforting chuckle.

"Look at you, stupid little ****", he says. "Are you a prude, hm? How silly of you. You kneel here, naked and collared in front of me, and I can see of course how moist your little cunt is. And you are still too ashamed to talk about it?"

You turn a deeper shade of crimson from the casual tone he is saying these words. How humiliating.

"I will teach you that there is nothing private for you anymore, ****. Not in front of me. And I will teach you that your false shame is, in fact, a prison - for your mind. You came here, because what I wrote you about feeling free by submitting your body enticed you, isn't that right?"

You nod.

"Then you should trust me, ****, and do as you are told. I will lead you into the pure bliss of submission."

You look at him. A part of you wants to believe. Another part still feels that this is all too much.

"Finger yourself!", says Steve. "Show me how you masturbate when you are alone."

You bite your lips again and stiffen again. You are about to shake your head, when Steve interrupts your train of thought: "Look, ****, we can make this very simple. You either follow my orders, or I will throw you out, naked as you are, and our little meeting has ended for good. You are either in - or out. And if you decide that you want to continue, I strongly suggest that you start the fuck to obey me and start to finger yourself NOW!"

You let out a small whimper, but at the same time feel strangely aroused again by his tone. Since when did this start that you are attracted to men who order you around, you wonder. This has never... You snap yourself out of your thoughts and your hands wander down to your nether lips. You take a deep breath and start caressing your clit, while your left hand traces the lips. You realise, quite astonished, how wet you are indeed.

"Good", Steve nods. "Now answer me some questions, ****: How often do you finger yourself per week?"

"Per week?", you squeak. "Not... I don't... normally I don't do it ... that often", you answer, and quickly remember that you have to add: "... Master!"

Steve shakes his head: "From today on, you will finger yourself every day. At least once a day. Clear? I don't care where and how, if you do it in your office or in your bed or in the bathroom. You will finger yourself, but you will not cum!"

You blink and look at him, confused. You hate to admit it, but your fingers have actually had an effect already. If somebody had told you before that you could even feel anything close to arousal by kneeling naked in front of somebody and touching yourself, you had laughed. But whatever it is... it works. You want more.

"From today on, I control if you orgasm or not. You will ask me for permission, ****. Understood?"

"Yes, Master", you reply, although you are not sure you actually have. How does he want to do that. It's not something you can really hold back, or is it?

"How does it feel to finger yourself in front of me?", he asks.

You bite your lips again. "It feels... good, Master", you say, and it feels oddly relieving to tell the truth. It is the truth: You feel hot. Your fingers deftly continue to massage and touch all the spots that you quickly react to. It feels... really, really good. It feels good to do this on command and to be watched.

"Why?"

"I... I don't know, Master. I enjoy it. It makes me feel desirable. I enjoy to follow your commands. It's... easy somehow. I don't have to think. I just submit and follow. It frees my mind of burdens and fears and... shame." The words just tumble out of your mouth, and as you say them you know them to be true. It's exactly how you feel right now, and it's incredibly rewarding not holding back. Just saying what you think. Just being yourself. No lies. No shame.

"Because you are a slut, ****. A submissive slut who likes to show off her pussy. Because you yearn to be fucked, like the slut that you are!"

"Yes, Master", you say, and wince. His words hurt, they are humiliating, but they are, somehow, a truth that you needed to hear. A truth that strips away the hidden layers of false shame you were surrounding yourself with. He is right, of course. You are burning with desire. You obviously like this, and that makes you a submissive slut, right?

Your fingers work frantically on your clit, and you feel a climax approaching. You close your eyes, lose yourself in the feeling, rub and rub, press your thighs together and...

"Stop!", says Steve sharply. You snap out and you lose the focus of your climax. "What do you think you are doing, ****?"

"I...", you start, and then you remember Steve's words earlier. "I wanted to cum, Master", you say meekly.

"And what do you have to do first?"

"Ask you, Master", you add softly, subdued.

"Damn right, ****!", Steve says.

"May... may I cum, Master?" Wow - asking the question alone sets free small explosions in your head. You feel like handing control of your most intimate feelings over to Steve, and its's captivatingly hot.

"Are you close to cumming, ****?", he asks back.

"No, Master", you admit. The imminent feeling from earlier has vanished.

"You will ask me right before you cum", says Steve, reaches for something, and hands it to you. "Fuck yourself with this dildo, ****", he orders.

You reluctantly take the black, phallus shaped toy. It looks big. You first look at it in amazement, and then, slowly, start rubbing it against your nether lips. A soft moan escapes your lips. The dildo feels lubed already, and the lube sends tingling emotions through your abdomen. You sigh. Suddenly you want this thing inside you!

You grab the end with your right hand and push the head through your lips. You throw your head back and moan deeply. This feels amazing! You bend slightly backwards, lean on your left arm, while your right hand starts fucking yourself with the dildo, your head staring up at the ceiling, your body fully exposed to the man towering over you. You don't care. No, it actually makes the whole situation even better. You open your legs even more, pushing the big black dildo in and out of your greedy pussy, your moaning turns into a continuous sound of lust.

Soon you feel your climax return.

"I want to cum, Master!", you moan, and look at Steve.

"No", he says cooly.

You stare at him shocked.

"I don't allow you to cum, slut. Not yet. Continue!"

"But… but… but, Master, if I continue, I will cum!", you whimper, panting. You want this climax. You can feel it close. You want to embrace it.

"No, you won't", replies Steve. "Not if you resist."

"I can't", you squeak.

"You can. Or I will throw you out."

You whimper again and continue to fuck yourself. You don't know what to do. The penetration soon has you close to the edge again, but you bite your lips and try to hold back. Surprisingly, it works. But it needs willpower, and somehow holding back on Steve's command just intensifies your arousal and your neediness to give in. This is a vicious circle. You look at him, pleading: "Master, please, may I cum?"

He shakes his head.

You groan and moan, half frustrated, half aroused, and continue, but the feeling is too strong now, you are too close, too close to the edge of falling over. Your hands shake, your whole body is quivering. You look at Steve again, pleading, begging!

"Drop the dildo and stop it", he says.

Your eyes widen. "Nnnnnonono! No, Master, please, no!", you whine, embarrassed and **** at the same time. "Please, I need this, Master! I need this orgasm! Oh my God, I need this orgasm more than I ever needed anything in my life!" You sob and realise, once again, that what you just said is true. Frighteningly true.

"Why?", asks Steve.

"Because…", you sob, "because… I am a slut, Master! A needy slut who loves to fuck herself! I… I am a sex crazy bitch Master, I am a horny little nympho, and I need to cum. It makes me so hot to fuck myself in front of you! It makes me so horny to fuck myself in front of strangers! To show them what a degraded, horny little bitch I am. I am a pure slut, Master! I need to cum so badly! I do everything for you, Master! Everything! You can use me, fuck me, as you want, but pleasepleaseplease let me cum! Please!" You don't know where these words came from. They sound nothing like you. Nothing like you thought of yourself a few days ago. But right now, they describe you purer and truer than anything else.

"Cum for me, ****!"

You scream with pleasure, and then your climax engulfs you. You are not sure you were even touching yourself, or if it was just these words that did send you over the edge. All you know is that, thanks to Steve, you are having the most wonderful orgasm you ever had in your life.