Drawing her legs apart, he set it in the other stirrup. Dammit, her doctor never used straps - restraints made it way more nerve-racking. She gritted her teeth when a strap closed around her ankle, pinning her foot to the cold metal. She heaved in a breath, let him lift one leg and place her right foot into a stirrup. Firm, warm fingers closed around her right ankle, and he ordered, “Give me your foot, Jessica. “Because our little sub here is a novice, for her comfort, I will ask for quiet during the demonstration.” A ripple of laughter came from the spectators. Her legs closed involuntarily before she forced herself to relax. She heard him move from her side toward the end of the table, then the squeak of the rolling stool. His hands ran down her torso, stroked her stomach. She couldn’t see him, couldn’t see where his hands were, and her skin grew acutely sensitive as if anxious for the next touch of his fingers.

His fingers found her nipples, stroked them to hard points, pinching hard enough to make her squirm, never quite hard enough to hurt.Įach pinch woke more nerve endings in her breasts, in her core.

She’d been expecting something like this. “We, of course, begin with a breast exam.” His fingers lifted her breasts, stroking in circles, massaging. One type of inhibition is the focus of tonight’s lesson. Trust or not, with a new sub, shyness can be difficult to overcome. “In Jessica’s case, she is very new, and I’m proud to be awarded her trust. “This lesson covers one way to introduce a novice to public scening,” he said, his voice louder, like an instructor.

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