I'm SORRY!!

Sylvia paused for a minute, then continued: "There are two letters left in DASHA. A for Availability. You should understand that if you ever will be allowed in the presence of the President, you will be together with tens, maybe hundreds of girls. You will all be competing for his attention; after all, he can fuck just a few of you. The President is a very lazy and primal man, and there is one basic rule on which he bases his fucking decisions: availability. All other factors being equal, he will choose to fuck the girl that is most willing, most exposed, most juicy. So it is vital that you expose yourself to him in the most advantageous way, to maximize the chance that you will be picked over the other girls. You will be trained in all its details later, but you should realize that all the other girls will be trained as well... and only the girl who makes herself available in the BEST way gets fucked!"

I simply couldn't handle it anymore. I envisioned myself, exposing myself to him, working hard for the slim chance of a fuck between hundreds of girls... and the sheer idea woke up the frenzy again into a burning rage. I just HAD to touch my pussy with more than the tip of my finger. My discipline failed me, I lost control. In a swift motion, I grabbed my clit with my full hand... and went to my O almost instantly. Despite Sylvia's words that the intensity of O's would diminish after the first, it flashed through me with an even greater rage. My body was jolting all over, and I yelled out in a high pitched voice; but even as the O was still going on, I realized my mistake, and the shriek changed into a repetition of the same word: "SORRY!! SORRY! SOR-ry! Sorry! sorry! sorry... sorry..."

As the O died down in me, my voice died down with it while saying the word, until it was nothing but a murmur, but I kept repeating it, like a mantra. I had closed my eyes when the O started, and now I didn't dare to open them again. I was afraid of Sylvia's glance, of her displeasure, of the shame of my failure that she would point out, and keeping them closed could keep all that away just a few seconds longer. I kept murmuring the word, until it was nothing but a whisper: "sorry... sorry..."

I finally stopped whispering and opened my eyes. Her face was just centimeters away from mine. On her face was nothing like anger, displeasure, or even criticism. Instead, it was compassionate and warm, and she smiled when our eyes met, saying: "There is nothing to be sorry for, my dear. You are completely untrained, and no one expects you to perform miracles. Let me tell you, I have done initiation sessions like this for over six years now. When a girl managed to hold back her O during one, it always meant she was removed from the Program in a matter of weeks. Not horny enough. Because if you ARE, you need the discipline training to resist the urge. I have never met a sensuous girl that could resist it naturally."

Her words made me feel humble and ignorant. There was so much that I needed to learn! In a timid voice, I said: "Thank you for teaching me. I promise I will do everything I can to take your valuable lessons to my heart. I just hope I can live up to your expectations, because the things you have showed me... they are so amazing! I really want to be every bit of DASHA girl that I can!"

"I know girl, I know... keep going like this and you'll be just fine! "

After the O had rushed through me it had left me without any remnants of frenzy or glow, all that remained was a snoozy feeling of satisfaction and well-being. I didn't even realize this myself, but of course Sylvia did, and she said in the most casual way: "Well, let me get you a quick rehornification, the next class starts in 15 minutes and I want you to be there!"

She didn't bother tying me again, she just pushed my legs wide open and grabbed me in the pussy with a full hand, squeezing it into a fist.

Just a few minutes later I was squirming on the edge of another O in the heat of full frenzy again, fighting to cling on. Then she released me, and helped me to stand up. I was faltering on my feet as she led me to the waiting trolley and strapped me to it. She said: "I will see you soon!", pressed a few keys on the computer, and the trolley started driving.