You tell me to clean up and then meet you in the other room. I get up and try to take the gag off. I feel around and find that you have put a padlock ...n it. I decided to have a shower and clean up still wearing the ball gag which has the effect of keeping me excited. I walk to the other room in just a towel and you then grab me from behind and the towel drops to the floor. Very roughly I am forced to the floor face down and you cuff my hand to my ankles and place a spreader bar between my legs. “From now on you will repeat all open-ended instructions given to you several times in your head and make an effort to remember them without prompting.”The playback in Ruth’s head was almost instantaneous: Repeat and remember all instructions. Repeat and remember all instructions. The voice intruded on Ruth’s own thoughts, making her complicit in her own conditioning.Fuck. How do I stop this?The intruder lifted his phone and took another picture, the small click echoing loud in her head as her. " I know what you mean. I had my first sex in the back of my boyfriend's car at sixteen. I didn't get much pleasure and it hurt. I've had a few others over the last two years but I haven't seen any fireworks yet myself... other than when I... I do it myself," she said and averted her eyes. Then she looked back at her and added, "Then I can fantasize about whatever I want."Sam smiled again at the teenager and opened her eyes in mock surprise at her revelation. "Yes... sometimes we all have to. He wasted little time in wanting to continue. ‘Again?’ he asked with his head cocked and an impish grin on his face. ‘Yes,’ I said, vixen-like, tightening my insides around his eager cock again. This time, his strokes were long and languid, like lying on a boat on waves that slowly rocked up and down and back and forth. As he picked up his rhythm, so did the tingling on my slick walls. ‘Faster?’ he asked. ‘Yes,’ I said in the most encouraging way. He didn’t heed my request, or should I say, my.