Play with her wet slit.

It was then that I noticed something interesting… my new charge was getting wet. All I’d done so far was nearly **** her **** and humiliate her. I hadn’t gone near her erogenous zones. Most interesting. It would seem my initial instinct had been correct: Our dear Raven has a submissive streak. It was no surprise really, given the level of emotional control she lives under twenty-four hours a day. How it must feel to finally hand those reins to someone else…

I would enjoy breaking that vaunted control.

Without a word, I lifted her onto my lap, like a child, with her back to me, and **** her legs apart. One hand draped lovingly over her chest, easily engulfing her girlish mounds. My other trailed downward, finding the slit of her pussy. She shivered a little but remained stone-faced, forbidding herself to react. I made sure we where faced at a good angle to one of the many hidden cameras throughout the room.

What can I say? I like to watch. Waste naught, want naught.

I slowly push two fingers in, carefully tickling the edge of her hymen, taking careful note of its location, and began to work them in and out. She restrained her body’s reactions admirably for a time, and it was amusing watching her gradually break down as the sensation gradually eroded the edges of rational thought.

“Your body is honest,” I taunted slowly, drawing out my words and making it clear that I was in no hurry, “It wants this… you want this… why fight your own body?” I whispered in her ear in my best impression of the serpent from Genesis. The line was cliché for just one reason… since life first separated into male and female… it has been a defining truth.

Nearly incoherent, my toy titan manages to stammer “W-what have you… done… my mind?” all the while involuntarily thrusting her hips at my invading fingers, her hands running up and down my legs desperately searching for something solid to hold on to. I abandon her breasts with my left arm and trap her hands behind her back, her body reacting with even more passion to the further loss of control.

I lean forward more, my breath hot in her ear even through the slots in my mask, “I haven’t done anything, Raven.” I kept my words measured and calm, the same even tone you might use to explain things to a child. “Listen to your body. Your heartbeat… your endorphins… your breathing… you are truly alive for the first time. You’ve never felt anything like this before, have you? This is your true nature. This is what you really are.”

I continue for close to an hour, bringing her tantalizingly close to the edge of release. My perceptions are a thousand times sharper than any normal person’s. I can sense her muscles seizing up. I can hear her heart thundering. I can tell exactly when to back off, to deny her that first orgasm which she would now gladly trade her soul for…

And she will.

I slow down, allowing her to calm just enough to comprehend my words, and to speak, “You can feel it... just out of reach… the climax you need so badly. You can feel it build inside, can’t you?” She nods frantically, not trusting herself to speak. “You can have it, you know… I can give it to you…” I rub her clitoris a little harder for a moment to drive my point home, and am rewarded by a little twitch and groan, as she grinds her crotch into my hand.

“All you have to do… is beg me for it.”