"Step in and take off your clothes, Subject."
I do not speak. I have not been asked a question. I take off my boots and socks, baling them into the left, and place the against the wall. I hang up my coat on the hanger which is now as naked as I will be. I strip off my dress, hanging it below the coat, and slide my ring and necklace over the neck. My bra Is slid under the dress to hang as well. He knows quite well I no longer wear panties.
"Excellent." I hear a slight click and a light comes on. His coffee table is pulled out. There are a few candles, matches, a pen and his cane. It is a thin bamboo, slightly curved already, with red rope wrapped around the end. Below the table is a pillow. "Walk towards it and kneel with your hands behind your head."
I nod, but again do not speak before I stride over. I hold my head up, though my lips remain in a straight line parallel to the floor. I look straight ahead to the table, pulling out the pillow and kneeling on it. I sit on my legs, feet tucked underneath me, back perfectly straight and elbows splayed as I interlace my fingers behind my head.
"Subject?"
"Yes, Researcher?" I hear him smile and I cannot help but return with a curl in my lips. I can almost hear him growing hard in his pants, even if I still cannot see him.
I want to see him.
"You are going to complete a puzzle for me. I am going to time you. Each round will become more difficult. Do you understand, Subject?"
"Yes, Researcher."
My eyes slowly adjust to the light,pupils dilating to take in all I can, provide me with all I need for this puzzle.
A black book is placed in front of me. The pen is tempting, and I stare at it, imagining how fast I can pick it up.
"Whern you are finished, put the pen down and put your hands back behind your head."
I keep my eyes forward. I hear him pull the timer out of his pocket.
"You have five minutes. Open to the first page when I tell you and begin." There is a long moment where all I can hear is my breath. "Go."
I unlace my fingers and dive into the book, hearing him click as I see the logic puzzle on page one. She I was studying for the LSATs, I would do these logic games as a treat. I would speed through the reading and comprehension, always keeping my eyes on the prize of these silly games. They were the shortest part of the test, but they quickly became my salvation when I would hate the test and myself, and I knew I could go no further.
My eyes squint, trying to read the clues, pressing my pen into the blocks, making notations, crossing out impossibilities. I look up at him and see that he has as much fire and curiosity in his eyes as I do.
I place down the pen, only a few more answers to go and grab for the matches. I light the candles and slide them to the book and realize only then that the paper is slightly darker, the ink slightly lighter than a typical notebook and type. This was my first challenge.
I finish, slamming down the pen and relaxing my fingers.
He comes over reading through the answers as the timer still runs.
"Perfect, Subject."
I smile. Proud.
"Page two. Go."
I am caught off guard as I fly into the second page and seea. Diferent game, something with numbers, staring me in the face. The directions are simple and i read through them before I begin to fill in boxes, darting around the page. I again pull the candles closer, slamming the pen down and replacing my fingers. He checks my work and again rewards me.
He tells me to stand and I immediately comply. The pillow is removed. "Kneel again, knees as far open as you can go. I want your cunt on the floor if possible."
I slide my knees apart, my clit maybe. An inch from the hardwood underneath. When I have gone as far as I can go, I interlace my fingers, feeling the insides of my knees painfully wilting into the floor.
He slams the book down on the table again. "Go." I begin the third puzzle, shifting already from one to the other. I am a third of the way through the puzzle when he takes one of the candles. I squint a little tighter to continue on. As I reach the second third of the puzzle, pleased with my progress, I feel a burning sting of hot wax being poured down my spine and I scream, losing all focus. My eyes shut and my fingers tighten around the pen in hand. When I open my eyes, I see a scrawl across the page where I dragged the pen without realizing.
I open my eyes and struggle to finish, this time coming precariously close to the beep of the final time. He checks my work. My fingers trembling as they remain interlaced.
"Perfect." I have begun to sweat from the pain. "Get up on your knees a few, but only rise a few inches.
I nod, shifting upward as he pulls out a large, curved dildo and slides it into my cunt without lube or hesitation. I tremble a little as my pussy adjusts to the size. He slowly begins to fuck me with it. I moan softly rocking forward against it, trying to angle it perfectly in my pussy.
He stops, placing the wide base on the floor. "Lower back down."
I slide down, feeling it rise deeper and deeper inside of me. The book is droped back in front of me with a start. "Go."
I can't help but pulse softly on the cock entering my pussy. It shift a slightly on the ground. I am slower on this puzzle than any yet. I languish over the answers, unable to put the words together in a meaningful way.
When I hear the beep, I can taste the end but it remains illusory. I look at him, terrified.
"Stand, hands on the table." I nod, standing, pulling the dildo from my cunt and letting a string of cum connect us until I am almost fully arisen, feet still shoulder width apart, hands still clasped shins my head. As I pull my hands forward, detangling them from my hair, I know exactly what is to come and I feel my breaths get deeper. I bend at the waist, spreading my feet just enough, arching my back. "Subject, how much longer do you need to finish the puzzle?"
I think. I do not want to ask for too much, but I do not want to leave myself with this position again. "90 seconds." I finally say confidently.
"Each came stroke is 10 seconds. How many would you like?"
"I shall take an even ten." I have ten strokes before. I am even more confident.
He nods, pausing only slightly before a solid, raw stripe of pain and fire come across my ass. I almost buckle, not having expecting this. There will be no play, no crescendo, and no peak, I finally realize. The second comes down fearlessly, and I know that my skin will be split by ten. He usually strokes me as he canes me, the touch of his skin and the warmth of his hands bringing down my heartrate. But not tonight.
Three, four, and five come down before I begin to blur, slipping into something that is not here but not gone.
"Kneel again." It takes me a long moment to realize he has spoken, let along know what he has has. "Subject." He says a little louder. I nod, my neck re-learning to hold up my head. I kneel back down, legs again splayed if not wider, hands going back behind my head.
There is a moment where I hear the stiltedness in his voice crack. "You are close to the end, Subject." I nod and the book comes back down again, open to the page. "100 seconds, go."
I grab the pen and re-read what I have already filled it. My mind begins to re-emerge from the fog of his cane and I fill in the rest of the blank spaces, leaving plenty of time to spare.
He pauses. I know he is not giving me a break so my mind focuses on hearing what he is planning. He does not move. I can hear his breath, which is slightly ragged in and of itself. He is waiting for something I cannot see and I do not know and I am, for the first time, afraid.
After a long minute, as the tenderness in my ass begins to make me twitch I hear him more. This was what he was waiting for. My discomfort. The inside of my knees are bruised, and the more I shift right to left, the more I agitate the thin red stripes across my ass. I realize that I am wincing only after I hear his breath quake. I look up at him. I narrow my eyes, I see the bulge in his pants, swollen. I open my lips, letting my breath drip over them. I want him to be caught off guard. I want him to be as captivated by his own arousal as I am by him.
The book comes down again and I am about to dive for the pen. "Stand as you were before." I take a deep breath and stand, bending over, my knee caps thankful. "Go."
I turn to the page, speeding through the directions as I arch my back into something more comfortable. At the ten second mark he begins again with his cane and I whimper loudly. I read the directions, almost starting over when he hits me again. every ten seconds another stroke comes down across my ass. They are steady. They are calm. They are unforgiving and unceasing. The skin on my ass is slatted in red stripes and the skin begins to go numb as my knees begin to get weak. My head is floating and my pen strokes show it. They are becoming airy, disjointed, unimpressively bubbling.
I think. I do not want to ask for too much, but I do not want to leave myself with this position again. "90 seconds." I finally say confidently.
"Each came stroke is 10 seconds. How many would you like?"
"I shall take an even ten." I have ten strokes before. I am even more confident.
He nods, pausing only slightly before a solid, raw stripe of pain and fire come across my ass. I almost buckle, not having expecting this. There will be no play, no crescendo, and no peak, I finally realize. The second comes down fearlessly, and I know that my skin will be split by ten. He usually strokes me as he canes me, the touch of his skin and the warmth of his hands bringing down my heartrate. But not tonight.
Three, four, and five come down before I begin to blur, slipping into something that is not here but not gone.
"Kneel again." It takes me a long moment to realize he has spoken, let along know what he has has. "Subject." He says a little louder. I nod, my neck re-learning to hold up my head. I kneel back down, legs again splayed if not wider, hands going back behind my head.
There is a moment where I hear the stiltedness in his voice crack. "You are close to the end, Subject." I nod and the book comes back down again, open to the page. "100 seconds, go."
I grab the pen and re-read what I have already filled it. My mind begins to re-emerge from the fog of his cane and I fill in the rest of the blank spaces, leaving plenty of time to spare.
He pauses. I know he is not giving me a break so my mind focuses on hearing what he is planning. He does not move. I can hear his breath, which is slightly ragged in and of itself. He is waiting for something I cannot see and I do not know and I am, for the first time, afraid.
After a long minute, as the tenderness in my ass begins to make me twitch I hear him more. This was what he was waiting for. My discomfort. The inside of my knees are bruised, and the more I shift right to left, the more I agitate the thin red stripes across my ass. I realize that I am wincing only after I hear his breath quake. I look up at him. I narrow my eyes, I see the bulge in his pants, swollen. I open my lips, letting my breath drip over them. I want him to be caught off guard. I want him to be as captivated by his own arousal as I am by him.
The book comes down again and I am about to dive for the pen. "Stand as you were before." I take a deep breath and stand, bending over, my knee caps thankful. "Go."
I turn to the page, speeding through the directions as I arch my back into something more comfortable. At the ten second mark he begins again with his cane and I whimper loudly. I read the directions, almost starting over when he hits me again. every ten seconds another stroke comes down across my ass. They are steady. They are calm. They are unforgiving and unceasing. The skin on my ass is slatted in red stripes and the skin begins to go numb as my knees begin to get weak. My head is floating and my pen strokes show it. They are becoming airy, disjointed, unimpressively bubbling.
I finish and place the pen down and my hands on the edge of the table. He puts down the cane and I remain standing, not sure how much more I can take from him.
"Your last puzzle, Subject." I nod. I don't know how my knowledge of this this will change the outcome of the experiment. The book, for the first time, remains on the table.
He lifts the dildo, and my feet open a little wider as he rubs the opening of my pussy with it. I push down into it, letting the swollen head of plastic enter me with a jolt. He steps behind and begins to thrust it heartily into my pussy.
As he says go, I grab the pen and the pain is gone. There is only me and this puzzle. It is the same kind as I saw on the first page. My hips may shift towards the dildo entering me, then pulling out, becoming more and more coated in my cum. And though I don't hear it in this state, his zipper comes down and with the other hand he pulls out his cock and shoves it firmly into my ass. I feel him bend over me slightly, my head swimming and my hand dropping the pen.
"Oh God." I shiver as he begins to fuck both my holes. I grip the edge of the table for balance. His breath jolts against my back as he slams his hips into my red, pained ass.
I tremble as I pick the pen back up, struggling not to move enough to read and to begin answering the questions. I plug information into box after box, struggling to keep it together enough to finish, as does he. He pumps harder and faster into both my ass and my pussy. I struggle to rock back and forth between focus and sensation. The more I struggle, the tighter I am, the more it hurts. I struggle to steady my breath, at moments even counting as I inhale or exhale to keep my heart from exploding in my chest. I struggle to open my legs to get him deeper inside me.
As I finish the puzzle I feel him begin to cum, and as the pen comes down to write the final few words, colors of necklaces worn by six women on different days to different parties, I feel his hot jizm fill my ass. I whimper as he pulls out and I feel it begin to run down my inner thigh. The dildo leaves my cunt with an unceremonious wretch. I whimper, hands trembling on the edge of the desk and he puts his cock back in his pants.
"You may kneel, Subject." I nod as the pillow is placed back down on the floor and I kneel, legs flaring out, hands going behind my head. It takes everything to stay in this position, holding myself upright, feeling his cum drip out of my ass and onto the feet tucked under me. He checks the puzzle diligently, his breath ragged and his face flushed. He will not touch me until the moment, the experiment is over. I wait, swaying a little bit in my lost fog, waiting to be judged and weighed and found. My breath comes down as his eyes pour over each puzzle one more time.
"Perfect, Subject." I cannot help but smile. He takes a long pause, his face, his voice softening. "Good girl."
He lifts the dildo, and my feet open a little wider as he rubs the opening of my pussy with it. I push down into it, letting the swollen head of plastic enter me with a jolt. He steps behind and begins to thrust it heartily into my pussy.
As he says go, I grab the pen and the pain is gone. There is only me and this puzzle. It is the same kind as I saw on the first page. My hips may shift towards the dildo entering me, then pulling out, becoming more and more coated in my cum. And though I don't hear it in this state, his zipper comes down and with the other hand he pulls out his cock and shoves it firmly into my ass. I feel him bend over me slightly, my head swimming and my hand dropping the pen.
"Oh God." I shiver as he begins to fuck both my holes. I grip the edge of the table for balance. His breath jolts against my back as he slams his hips into my red, pained ass.
I tremble as I pick the pen back up, struggling not to move enough to read and to begin answering the questions. I plug information into box after box, struggling to keep it together enough to finish, as does he. He pumps harder and faster into both my ass and my pussy. I struggle to rock back and forth between focus and sensation. The more I struggle, the tighter I am, the more it hurts. I struggle to steady my breath, at moments even counting as I inhale or exhale to keep my heart from exploding in my chest. I struggle to open my legs to get him deeper inside me.
As I finish the puzzle I feel him begin to cum, and as the pen comes down to write the final few words, colors of necklaces worn by six women on different days to different parties, I feel his hot jizm fill my ass. I whimper as he pulls out and I feel it begin to run down my inner thigh. The dildo leaves my cunt with an unceremonious wretch. I whimper, hands trembling on the edge of the desk and he puts his cock back in his pants.
"You may kneel, Subject." I nod as the pillow is placed back down on the floor and I kneel, legs flaring out, hands going behind my head. It takes everything to stay in this position, holding myself upright, feeling his cum drip out of my ass and onto the feet tucked under me. He checks the puzzle diligently, his breath ragged and his face flushed. He will not touch me until the moment, the experiment is over. I wait, swaying a little bit in my lost fog, waiting to be judged and weighed and found. My breath comes down as his eyes pour over each puzzle one more time.
"Perfect, Subject." I cannot help but smile. He takes a long pause, his face, his voice softening. "Good girl."
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