Singh "treats" her

At first, I played along with your lustful fancies in order to secure your limbs without ****. "Oh, my. I'll be all tied up, and you'll be able to do anything...and everything...you want with me." you said, as I dutifully sucked your nipples. Once I had your wrists secure, I lead you up my spiral staircase to the loft. You were delighted to see my bedchambers, more specifically the bed itself with its native Lumawood posts. I pulled you forward, and guided you to the bed. At first, I had it in mind to tie you spread eagle so you would certainly not be able to move; but after the series of misadventures that had already befallen us, I had to put my ingenuity to work. First, I had to close that sweet portal that had drank my nectar lest it tempt me into further nefariousness while also preventing you from calling out like a tigress in heat to anyone you saw from the window. First, I tied your wrists to one of the posts, and began looking for something to gag you with.

"Mr. Singh, I hope you don't plan to leave me unsatisfied and still intact..." you said, leaning over while you stroked the the post and swaying your hips, causing the bioluminescent wood to glow in faint tracers after your hands moved along it. I must say I was terribly tempted to give in, and saw that leaving you unfulfilled was going to cause far more problems than if I just took care of it.

I found a supple leather strap that I had set aside for some project or another, and quickly gagged you before any more succubine suggestions were able to cloud my judgement. Your whimpers and giggles were plenty distraction enough without your words to add weight to their suggestions. Next, twas a piece of black silk from a dress shirt I no longer fancied that I placed over your eyes. You waited, quivering in anticipation as I removed the rope from the bedpost, and retied your wrists behind your back. The length of rope then between your legs and encircled them, back over the knot at your wrists, and then down to your knees and ankles. You lay on the bed, radiating youthful lust as you squirmed upon my satin bedsheets.

At first, I attempted to manually stimulate you to orgasm to ease your troubled mind. Unfortunately, this did nothing to clear my own. I began convincing myself that ridding you of your virginity was the best course of action. The ropes, however, and the manner I tied you, made that now a very difficult proposition; as I intended. So, with supreme effort, I was somehow able to finally put my penis back in my trousers, though several inches of it still stuck out the top of my waistband.

I descended back to my workshop, and set upon the task. I took a copper ball, and encased it in insulation and wrapped completely in suede leather. This I affixed to an engraving tool of my own design, and ran it to one of my few electric batteries. To this, I attached a curved and smoothed keepsake made of ivory from the tusks of the Thunderboar of New Calcutta. The entire thing, when current was added, hummed and vibrated gently in the hand while containing any dangerous arcs. I truly do believe we may have missed the mark with ignoring electricity. It may not be as showy as Aether and Plasma, but it is easily produced and reliable.

I affixed the device, which I call the Eliptorod, to you. You squeeled in anticipation, unable to see what was touching you, and attempted several times to arch your body in such a way that you might be able to capture it and deflower yourself upon it. My deft hands and skill kept it firmly affixed to your clitoral area until I was able to insert the ivory end into your anus, which took no small amount of digital stimulation before it was ready to receive the tusk, and secure the entire thing with lashing to you.

I stepped back, and watched as your body quickly erupted into a powerful climax, sending shivers through the Lumawood posts until they were positively glowing. I had to leave you there, writhing in ecstasy upon my satin sheets, your juices flowing and covering your thighs. If I had stayed a moment later, I would have removed the Eliptorod and taken you right there. Instead, with **** willpower, I descended back to my workshop for some Brandy. I flipped the "Open" sign to "Closed", turned on the Phonohorn, and composed this letter while all the events are fresh in my mind. If my estimates are correct, Mr. Trask's little concoction should be wearing off soon; and I'll have a lot of explaining to do once your mind clears. The combination of the **** and 'Rilla Nectar might create blank or confused spots in your memory, so I felt it best for an accurate account of the day to find its way into your possession.

As I'm sure you'll be reading this on a Somatrain far away from here, or in some Velocicarriage with your "concerned" father, I assure you that your maidenhood is intact; and what's better: your father is convinced that it isn't. His little ruse might not have gone exactly as planned, but as far as he knows your virginity is forfeit and he has his excuse. You have the luxury of keeping it or losing it to who you wish; and not a brute like Trask.

Also, I read more of your diary in an attempt to glean any other useful information. I apologize for intruding on your privacy, but in light of what had happened I felt it was a necessary invasion.
I wish I would have read it first. I could have just hired an unmarried servant girl to attend to you and locked the door, releasing my own desires into her and not upon my now very ruined carpet.

It is with this that I awkwardly extend to you an invitation to stay in Kingston for the time being. Your work and understanding of Sometics and Aetherics are quite impressive for a girl, especially one of your age. You'd be under no obligation to satisfy me as other more unscrupulous and undisciplined master-apprentice relationships, and would be free to move about as you please adn not under the eyes of a father that set a monster upon you.

Thank God I was able to restrain myself from indecency for your sake. I will await your response once your mind clears, and the proper passage of time for reflection has elapsed.

Sincerely,

Sir Wayland Singh.

P.S. Should you choose to return home, I've packaged up the Eliptirod for you and stashed it among your things. It sounds like your friend Cordelia, and perhaps yourself, would be quite interested in its uses.