(Lie) No, You're Not a Slut

"I'm not a slut." I answer, forcing a disgusted look over my face in an attempt to mask my lie.

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 haven't had very many opportunities to do so. I've only ever been in one relationship with a man and it didn't last very long. I have spent many nights fantasizing about sex but never getting the chance to live any of it out. Unfortunately, amongst my group of friends, sex was always a taboo subject to bring up. It sucked because I never had anyone to talk to about it.

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

An erotic 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. The imaginary image of myself in such a lewd position makes me blush. Thankfully Master Dax has turned his attention away from me. Maybe I would actually like being treated that way? The building dampness in my panties seems to think so, but my mind still feels a little hesitant given the circumstances. No matter what I can't seem to **** the thought away, not that I really want to.

"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.