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She’s programmed herself to talk the talk, but walking the walk reveals she’s inexperienced. You have to read the body language closely: the widened eyes, the lack of grace in posture, the barely repressed nervous giggle. She tells you she’s had this Master and that Sir and maybe she has, but they’ve all been phonies and wanna-bes, poseurs who – like her – only think they’re in the lifestyle. But they’re not. And it shows.She doesn’t look comfortable on her knees yet. She’s not found her center of pleasure in submission. The balletic grace of a woman whose entire self is focused, sure, confident in what they want and what they want to do escapes her. The posture isn’t right. It’ll take time and effort to train her to do even the Escort Şişli smallest task properly. Just to shake her out of false ideas of submission, I tell her to go into the other room, sit at the desk, and write a page about what worshipping a cock means. Her eyes widen again, but she slowly rises and leaves the room. Her head is down, but I know her mind is buzzing with questions, doubts, and the wonder if she’s over her head in this already.I follow shortly after and lean against the door jamb watching her. Even the desktop keyboard seems unfamiliar to her. She’s used to thumb texting short blips like, “I’m so wet right now,” and “Is your cock hard?” on her cellphone. Writing more than a tweet-length thought or feeling scares Sultangazi escort her. She’s confused about what she should type. She sneaks (she thinks) a side-eye at me and bites her lower lip.“I can’t do this,” she whispers.“You can.”“I don’t know what to say.”“Start with ‘I am a submissive. My dominant wants me to write about cock worshipping.’ Go on, type what I just said.”She fidgets in the chair, sighs deeply, and moves her fingers uncertainly over the keys, then stops.“Go on.”“I can’t.”I walk over to her, stand just behind her. Take out my cock and rub it lightly over the back of her bare neck. She shivers.“What do you feel right now?” I ask.“Horny,” she answers. “Why?”“I don’t know. Um, because your cock is Taksim escort bayan touching me?”I step back, The touch is gone.“And now? Still horny?”“Well, yeah. What do you think?”“Why?”“I don’t…”Before she can finish I step forward quickly, take a ball of her hair in my fist, and turn her head to face me. I graze her loose lips with the head of my hard cock. She opens her mouth a little more and before her tongue makes contact, I step away again. She makes a little sound of frustration.“Keep your hands on the keyboard. Think about what just happened and write about it.”“I can’t…”“Do it.” I turn and walk from the room. I know her mind is full of doubt, questions, frustration, but she has to learn somehow. A few moments after I sit in the living room, she follows me. She kneels on the floor in front of me and gives me the “puppy dog eyes” look.“Can’t I just suck your cock instead? I’ll make it good.”“No.”Her shoulders slump and her lips take the shape of a pout.
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