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JULIA
I silently cursed the name of the man who invented the Slave Trainer and damned him to hell. It could only be a man who'd invented a device to keep a woman on the edge of orgasm without granting her relief. It would be like hooking a man's cock to an automatic milking machine and setting it to run until it had a gallon of cum. After keeping me in a state of arousal for six hours last night, Scott was at it again this morning. It wasn't so bad suffering his cumming in my mouth for the pleasure of my release; the damn thing did a fine job of making me cum when he allowed it to and the orgasms were both powerful and a welcome relief from the constant need.
The biggest problem was the time it took Scott to recover afterwards. He didn't turn it off while he recharged and I was left hanging until the next time he was able to orgasm. I could easily be climaxing every ten to fifteen minutes, but he had no hope of keeping up with me that often. It was frustrating waiting for him when all I wanted to do was cum. I supposed it's what made it a highly effective training device. You'd be willing to do most anything to cum again.
I was a lowly slave and Master didn't care whether I needed to cum or not. The fucking device was on the charger again, so at least I had some respite from my needs while we waited. He removed my collar and cuffs so I could shower and manage my other morning needs, before returning them to their positions on my body. Master put on shorts and prepared breakfast which we ate while it charged; a good thing considering I'd wanted to cum so bad last night, I barely ate. I scarfed down the bacon and eggs Scott made for me. He ate a lot too, we were both expending a fair amount of energy on sex.
At nine, the doorbell rang. Mistress Dark, I was sure. Scott said she was arriving at nine. Master told me to display and I stood as he'd taught me to stand. Mistress Dark was wearing a light coat, which I wondered about since it was still mid-summer, but the why was answered when Master took her coat revealing she had thigh high red boots, a red and black g-string and matching corset from which her D cup breasts spilled over the top off, revealing large nipples set in tea cup sized areolae.
"Did you build this?" She asked, indicating our new furniture.
"I did, though it's still rough. We have plans to stain and seal it."
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