You are nothing but what your choices are. Making a decision among all the possibilities always comes with sacrifices. Hence you create the good and the bad at the same time. That's why choices are not easy.
Vanilla sex is a term used for plain, conventional sex, which has no elements like kink, fetish or BDSM. In my opinion, this is a dull and an unadventurous way of sexual activities. So I have nothing to do with vanilla sex, for your information.
My slave had to be very comfortable with pain in the first place. Humiliation she was receiving had to make her extra eager to please me at a much further extent. Being highly intellectual was also a must for her.
I had always found it a luxury that I might use a slave at extreme and throw her away when I was done with her, but how could this be possible with Karen? Breeding any of my slaves had never come to my mind until that day. Why was it the case with her? Could it be a dangerous path for me and also for her? Better made my mind up before going any further.
A quick analysis based on what had happened, what I wanted, and what she could offer to me as a slave showed that the major obstacle to achieving a healthy conclusion was lack of time spent face to face. A short visit to her was inevitable and sooner was better.
She was waiting for me at the airport as instructed. A light blue, buttoned dress girl with a happy smile on her face was my slave daughter. A tight hugging and feeling my hand on her bottom, caressing slightly gave her a shivering immediately.
"No panties." I whispered in her ear.
"No bra either as instructed, Sir." She whispered back proudly.
"Are you wet?" I asked her while going outside of the building to the taxi stand.
"Very much, Sir." She replied, smiling.
"I want you to slide your hand into your dress and make your fingers wet while I am putting my bag in the trunk." I ordered her when we were getting the taxi stand.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
I glanced at her to see her hand disappear into her dress, while the taxi driver was assisting me in putting my bag in the trunk. She showed me proudly her fingers covered with her pussy juice when I opened the taxi door for her to get in.
"Move bitch." I whispered her.
She took a step and was about to sit down in the taxi, I stopped her.
"Wait!"
I reached for her bottom, sliding my middle finger into her ass crack over her tiny dress to find her virgin asshole. I pushed a little and rubbed my finger on it for a few seconds. The taxi driver had just seated himself.
"You may get in now." I pushed her into the taxi slightly.
It would take 20 minutes to the hotel by taxi. I asked her to come closer and put my arm around her shoulders. My hand rested on her breast. I could feel her already hardened nipple.
"Did you miss me?" I whispered in her ear.
"Very much, Sir." She replied.
"Slide your hand in again." I instructed her and pinched her hardened nipple over her tiny dress. She was in pain.
"Play with your clit to cum." I whispered while kissing her cheek softly.
I could see her hand moving under her dress and hear her heavy breathing. She had bitten her lower lip. The expression on her face was changing in accordance with my pinching and releasing her hard nipple. My previous experience with her was telling me she could reach an orgasm very fast. Indeed, she was already there.
She turned her face to me. Her eyes were telling she was in need of my permission. I leaned in and kissed her parted lips. I could feel her breath in my mouth. I bit her lips slowly.
"Not yet." I whispered before my lips parted.
She was desperate but had no other chance. She kept playing with her clit, biting her lower lip and looking at me in the eyes in such a way begging me to let her cum. She knew she had no ownership of her orgasms anymore. She needed my permission.
Her fear of failure was the key element I had been using for her orgasm control training. She would be exactly what I wanted her to be very soon. She would experience orgasm denial, multiple orgasms and instant orgasm under command.
I ignored her and started to talk to the taxi driver. He was eager for a quick chat. She had buried her face between my chest and my shoulder. I could hear her heavy breathtaking. At one point she had to interrupt me and whispered in my ear 'Please Sir'.
I stopped and asked. "What?" It was loud so that the driver could hear.
"Is there a problem?" he asked, worried.
I looked at her in the eyes. She was desperate.
"No. Everything is fine. How close are we to the hotel?" I asked him, still looking at her in the eyes.
"Just a minute, maybe a bit more." He replied.
"Now." I instructed her.
She buried her face against me again and cum. She couldn't help but moaned and it came out as if it was a cry. I released her nipple and held her tight in my arms. She was trembling. Her hand slid out covered with her pussy juice.
"Are you OK ma'am?" The taxi driver had heard the sound and had to ask.
"She is fine. " I replied. We had just arrived at the hotel.
I had booked a separate room. I checked in quickly and we went to the room.
She had asked me if I was pleased, when we were in the lift. I said I was but she should have thanked me after she cum. She was going to say sorry but I stopped her.
There was a silence since the elevator. She was standing in the middle of the room when I ordered her to unbutton her dress into full nude in front of me.
She was beautiful undoubtedly. I still had to examine her body. I reached for her face, caressed down, my index finger came below her chin and my thumb rubbed her lips, parted them and slid in.
"Suck it!" I instructed.
She sucked it eagerly. I slid it out and rubbed her lips making them wet and slid it in for her to suck it more. She sucked it again. I took it out and rubbed back of my hand through her neck down to her right breast and nipple, which was already hardened. I pinched it and she reacted immediately.
"Does it hurt?"
"A little, Sir."
I gripped it tighter. She was trying to adjust herself to the pain.
"Now?"
"Worse, Sir."
"Does it turn you on?"
