True Sex Stories: Teaching Elle

The first meeting is a brutal test of egos. When you walk away from each other, it will be perfectly clear who will be called Master. Make every move count.

"...the Iron Curtain had well and truly fallen."

She read the words aloud as I entered, then tossed the book aside with haughty mien and arrogant smirk.

"You're late." She said brashly.

I ignored her accusation and stood over her, appraising her with a smirk of my own while I felt myself coiling, my pulse slowing as it does when I am preparing to strike.

Her pretentious profile scrolled within my mind:

"I am a slutty little cock tease, with a hot body I like to show off. I love the thought of men looking at my body – at what they will never have.

I feel I should be punished for my actions. I need to be punished. I deserve to be beaten and used, very hard and very violently. I should be kept as a sexual slave and used over and over.

I think I need to be taught a lesson, don't you?"

I did indeed. I knew exactly what she needed...

And now she sat before me, resplendent, overly confident in her sexuality; arrogance oozing from her. The leather chair creaked as she slowly crossed her naked legs and opened her coat to reveal that she was bare beneath; a sexually empowering ploy meant to tease and distract.

"Kneel," she said, smugly pursing her lips at me - and testing my patience once again.

I smiled, baring whites, then seized her throat; watching with enthralled fascination as her eyes flared, then glazed with desire, her mouth parting wetly; invitingly.

I jerked her into the floor before removing my belt.

There was no one in the room to hear her whimpers as I gave her what she needed.

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