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  After dinner we usually spend time together in the study although sometimes we skip that if Aiden has decided to continue my 'education' in the bedroom. Often he dresses me in revealing outfits and makes me parade around in ridiculously high heels, putting on a show for his enjoyment. At first this made me uncomfortable but slowly, the realization that he really does like my body has made me like it more too. So what if I’m not a super model? Real women have curves and if my master wants me to show mine off, why not? Besides, he loves to touch me and tease me when I’m dressed up for him and I love the feel of his hands and mouth on my body.

  But the nights we play 'dress up' are nothing to the nights he ties me up. Sometimes he ties me to the bed with silk scarves and spends hours teasing me with feathers and ice cubes and different kinds of nipple clamps. Once he tied me to the bedpost, a silk rope wrapped around my body, crisscrossing my breasts and pulled up tight between my pussy lips. He teased for what seemed like forever, touching, sucking, biting until I begged for release and called him 'Master' in a broken, longing voice. Only then did he finally let me come.

  But even after all this, he still hasn’t fucked me. He says he’s preparing me, getting me ready to take him when the time comes. Sometimes I want him inside me so badly I ache, but as far as I know, he still has no plans to take me in the immediate future. I’m trying to be patient but it’s really hard.

  So when Lexy begs to come over and see me, I’m reluctant. I’m living a whole different life now and besides, I would have to talk to her while wearing the harness. I’ve been sorely tempted to take it off at times but I’ve always resisted the temptation because Aiden is so adamant about me never, ever removing it. I’m sure Lexy would sense something was going on if she came over and I was walking funny and I’m just not ready to get into the nitty gritty details of what Aiden does to me yet. I know my cousin and best friend has had lots and lots of sex but I doubt she’s ever had the kind of relationship I have with my new master.

  Thinking of that makes me remember what happened last night…

  “I’m home, darling,” he murmurs, stepping into the study and laying a flat black, expensive looking briefcase on the desk.

  “Oh, hello.” I look up guiltily from the laptop. “I was just…just doing some homework.” My Herbology professor has been very accommodating about letting me do assignments online. However, I’m still not sure what I’m going to do about my final exam, which is coming up soon. I’ll really have to be there in person for that and Aiden will just have to understand. Although how I’m going to make him understand, I’m not sure. He’s so protective it’s ridiculous.

  “Homework, hmm?” he murmurs, looking over my shoulder. I try to minimize the image but it’s too late—he’s seen it. On the screen a woman lies bound and gagged. Her legs are spread and she’s been double penetrated—her pussy stuffed with her master’s cock and her anus filled with what looks like a kind of tail. It’s a thick black wand with multiple thin, leather strands attached to the end. The image both fascinates and frightens me. I’m getting quite used to Aiden mastering my pussy but he hasn’t yet tried anything further.

  “This intrigues you?” Aiden asks, looking at the screen and then at me, one eyebrow raised.

  I can feel my skin getting hot as a blush rises to my cheeks. I cross my legs, feeling the phallus shifting inside me and nod shortly. “Maybe.”

  “Interesting,” he murmurs. “I hadn’t intended to start anal play until after I claimed your pussy but we can begin sooner if you wish.”

  “I don’t…I’m n-not sure…that’s not the only thing that…that I find, uh, interesting,” I say, stuttering in embarrassment.

  “Is it the double penetration?” Aiden asks, matter-of-factly. “Because I do have another harness, darling—one with room for two phalluses instead of just one.”

  “It’s not a dildo I want inside me,” I burst out, my irritation finally overcoming my embarrassment. “It’s you!” I bite my lip and look down at my hands. “It’s you, Master,” I say in a whisper.

  “Oh?” Aiden lifts my chin and looks into my eyes. “Are you frustrated, darling? Wondering when I’m finally going to fuck you?”

  “Yes,” I admit. “It’s been almost a month since you claimed me as your sacrifice and I’m still technically a virgin. I think I’m ready now, Aiden…Master. I want…want you inside me.” I blush as I say it, my cheeks getting even hotter but I can’t hold this in anymore. He hasn’t let me come for the past two days and I’m going a little crazy.

  “You’re not ready yet,” he says softly. “I know you think you are, Emma, but the phallus you’re wearing still isn’t nearly as large as what you’re going to have to accommodate the first time I take you.”

  I look at the growing bulge in his expensive charcoal suit pants and know he’s right. Still, I want him.

  “I’ll stretch,” I say impatiently. “The female body is made to open—I’m sure I’ll be able to manage having you inside me. It might be a little tight at first but—”

  “It’s not only your body that needs to be ready but your mind,” Aiden tells me. “You’re not ready to completely surrender yourself to me yet, darling. And until you are, I won’t take your virginity. Won’t fill your pussy with my cock and my cum.”

  Just hearing those dirty words in his deep voice sets my heart pounding. Goddess, I want him but he’s determined not to take me yet. “What can I do?” I say, hearing the sexual frustration in my own voice but unable to do anything about it. “How can I prove I’m ready?”

  Aiden frowns thoughtfully. “If you’re that determined to prove yourself, you can come to dinner with me tonight.”

  “Dinner?” I feel exasperated all over again. “We eat dinner together every night.” Well, I eat—he mostly feeds me and does obscenely delicious things to my body. But still…

  “Tonight it’s going to be different,” Aiden promises me, his gray eyes gleaming. “Tonight we’re going out. But first we have to get you ready.”

  He takes me into the bathroom, rolls up his sleeves, and gives me a bath. Not a shower but a long, slow, leisurely bubble bath. He shampoos and conditions my hair, rinsing it carefully so as not to get any suds in my eyes. He washes every part of my body by hand, paying careful attention to my breasts and pussy. I moan aloud as he caresses my tender nipples with soapy hands and then dives lower, cupping my pussy and stroking my throbbing clit beneath the heated water. I’m so close—I feel like I’ve been on the edge for days and I wonder if he’ll let me come tonight or just tease me some more.

  After soaping me all over, Aiden shaves beneath my arms and also my legs. I felt strange the first time he did this—it’s such a personal act and one I’ve always performed for myself. But I’m used to it now, just as I’m used to him feeding me and brushing my hair and tucking me into bed at night. Sometimes I feel less like his sex slave and more like a much loved, well cared for child. Taking care of me seems to give my master almost as much pleasure as touching and teasing me sexually. And gradually, I’m getting used to it.

  Tonight, however, Aiden raises the bar. After taking me out of the tub and drying me thoroughly, he leads me over to the bed and has me lay down on my back with my legs hanging over the edge.

  “Hold on a minute, darling,” he says and disappears back into the master bathroom.

  He removed the harness before putting me in the tub and I feel bare and empty and intensely vulnerable just lying there open like this. Thank goodness, I don’t have to wait for long. When he returns, he’s carrying some steaming hot washcloths, a can of women’s gel shaving cream, and a pink razor.

  “What are you doing?” I raise up on my elbows to watch him as he settles between my thighs and arranges the things he’s brought with him.

  “Shaving you,” he murmurs and puts one of the steaming hot washcloths over my naked pussy mound.

  I gasp and writhe—the intense heat from the steamy cloth is almost too much to bear. But it’s clear from