Begging for Permission
I pulled the training cart closer. Taking the vibrator from inside it, I spoke. “First, when you cum, you ask for permission first. Repeat after me.” I made her repeat it on purpose, just to crush what remained of her pride.
Rene sniffled, hesitating, unable to open her mouth. Only when I fixed her with a steady glare did she turn her head away and force the words out.
“When I… when I cum… I ask for permission… *hic*… first…”
While listening to her trembling voice, I scanned the cart for anything else useful. Hmm. No interesting chemicals left? The aphrodisiac had been used heavily yesterday, and hallucinogens were out of the question. They devoured a slave’s mind too thoroughly; I never enjoyed that.
“Second, you must always use polite speech with me.”
“To Master… you must always use… polite speech.”
Enema medicine? That could wait. “Third… I think we can decide that later.”
Best to take it one step at a time. I picked up the massager and moved behind her. The faint rosemary scent rising from her hair was enough to drive me insane. But as I drew near, Rene let out a low sound.
“Ugh…”
It was clearly a noise of disgust. Strangely, that raw, lively reaction pleased me far more than if she had already broken and lost all will to resist. A lively prey made the hunt feel real.
I wanted to see her face. Was there a mirror somewhere? I glanced around and, sure enough, found a full-length mirror tucked in the corner of the training room.
“Just a moment.”
I positioned the mirror directly in front of her. Perfect. Once everything was set, I sat comfortably behind her.
Whiiiiing— The moment I switched on the device, a moan slipped from her lips.
“Haa… *sob*… haa…”
It was ridiculous. She was moaning before I had even touched her. It hadn’t made contact yet! What a pervert. The way she leaked sounds like a conditioned reflex was almost comical.
Seeing her grow excited even though nothing had begun, I calmly stated the obvious. “It hasn’t even touched you yet, Rene.”
“Ah… I know that.”
She seemed embarrassed by her own reaction. It was oddly cute. So I decided to push her further.
“So you wanted to cum so badly that you broke my rules, you perverted princess?”
“Why aren’t you answering? Didn’t you want to cum?”
The way she fidgeted helplessly without being able to speak was genuinely hamster-like. In the mirror I watched her—short, bright gray hair, eyes squeezed shut, body trembling like a small animal awaiting the final blow from its hunter.
Whiiiiing— I pressed the vibrator directly against her pussy.
“Kyaaaak! Hnggggh… haaak!”
She clamped her knees together, desperately trying to push the device away, but I spoke indifferently.
“Spread your legs.”
“Hngh… haaaang.”
“I said spread them.”
At my commanding tone her trembling thighs slowly parted. Rene used reason to force down the instinctive urge to close them, obeying the order despite herself.
“Haa… haa…”
She had been savoring the pleasure with her eyes closed. Now she opened them, staring at my reflection in the mirror with an unfocused, dazed gaze.
“Do you want to cum?”
She nodded silently, as though she believed I would only grant it once I heard the words. Oh dear. The original goal had been to make her speak. I couldn’t let her off this easily. I needed to link her shame and arousal together. Right now it felt less like training and more like I was serving her.
I spoke to her coldly. “Then say it properly yourself.”
She shut her eyes tightly once more.
“I want… to cum…”
I brought the vibrator back to her pussy.
“Haaaaang… it feels… haaang!”
Had she been about to say it felt good? Maybe Rene really was just a natural pervert. I rubbed the vibrator against her as quickly as I could.
I couldn’t let it cross 69.9. The instant the decimal ticked upward, I pulled the vibrator away. Rene immediately began to beg.
“Aah… Master… haak… please… please let me cum…”
“Who wants to cum?”
She looked at me, eyes full of confusion, as if she didn’t understand what I wanted to hear.
“Me…”
I leaned close to her ear and whispered, intending to trample her even further. “Who am I? Give me your full name. Haha, my memory is terrible, so I don’t remember who you are.”
“Rene… La… Ryan-Augusta wants to cum.”
Her voice was thick with shame. The moment the words left her lips I pressed the vibrator against her again. The reading had dropped to 67 percent.
“Haaaaang… I’m… going crazy!”
When it climbed back to 69.9 percent I stopped once more.
“Hnggggh… let me cuuuuum… pleeeease!”
Rene sounded utterly drained.
“Ah, now that I think about it, what was your former title again?” Her lovely voice had grown hoarse from all the screaming.
“P… princess.”
This time Rene showed real determination. She tried desperately to grind herself against the vibrator, but her pussy couldn’t reach it. Frantic, she dropped the polite speech again.
“Why… why! Why are you doing this!”
She shook her hips in a lewd, unsightly manner and raged at me. The sight was genuinely hilarious.
“No, I was simply curious about something.”
“What! What are you doing this for!”
Watching her speak rudely again in her desperation, I provoked her further. “I was wondering just how promiscuous the imperial family’s sex life must be for a princess who only recently came of age to beg a man she met yesterday to let her cum.”
“Let… let go of this! You trash! I’ll say it one more time… haa… you filthy bastard…”
Before she could finish, I pressed the vibrator against her again.
“Nngh… aaah… you really… haaak… are trash… you know that?”
Only then did it seem she finally understood my plan. She had caught on rather late, but the venom burning in her eyes reflected in the mirror was exactly what I had wanted to see.
“So you don’t want to cum anymore? If you obediently admit that your imperial family is promiscuous, I might still let you.” I mocked her openly.
“Shut uuuup… I won’t cum! I said I won’t!”
Well, after she had even insulted my family, she wasn’t going to yield easily. Let’s see how long she could endure.
Roughly an hour and a half later, the woman reflected in the mirror looked like a goddess—beautiful, tear-streaked, drooling, and moaning uncontrollably.
“Come on, admit it already. Tell me your family engages in filthy, promiscuous sex!”
“I don’t waaaaant to… I can’t! I can’t do it!”
Even with her tongue loosened from exhaustion she held on somehow. It was entertaining. Despite her words, her body clearly wanted to cum; she kept grinding her hips violently against the vibrator.
Huh? She was about to go over. I switched it off immediately.
“Haaaa… haak… *sob*… haaaa…”
Her reflection was unbearably lewd—face completely melted with pleasure. I looked into her reddened eyes and chuckled.
“Kuk kuk… Ah, now that I remember, I did say there would be punishment for using casual speech, didn’t I? Since it’s a special day I’ll overlook it, so please use polite speech from now on.”
The woman who had been staring at me through the mirror the entire time suddenly turned her head and glared at me directly.
“You think I’ll use polite speech with trash like you?”
“Is that so? That’s fine with me. Then, as promised, I’ll take your virginity.”
I released her and began removing my clothes. Swish… swish. My cock was already painfully erect. Hmm. I needed to make her yield soon. I had no intention of claiming her virginity yet… perhaps her back hole instead? The thought crossed my mind, but I held myself back. Her venom wasn’t fully ripened. I had to wait.
While I was lost in thought, Rene’s eyes fixed on my rigidly standing cock.
“I… I’m sorry… I was wrong… Please… please protect my virginity… haaaang… *sob*…”
Her eyes widened as she surrendered first. Good. There was no need to rush into anal. For now, I would keep things moderate. I still needed to buy her some clothes, after all.
At the sight of her broken expression I spoke as gently as I could. “Wouldn’t it have been better if you had surrendered earlier?”
I stroked her hair. Rene answered with obvious difficulty.
“…I’m sorry.”
Still, my pants were already down. I couldn’t simply stop here. Maybe a handjob would do—training and relief at the same time. Just as important as sensitive erogenous zones was the technique to please a man. I ought to teach her the basics.
Then a good idea struck me. I searched the training cart again and, sure enough, found it. Desensitizing cream. It absorbed into the skin the instant it was applied. Perfect.
I spread a generous amount over my cock, then pulled her body toward me.
“Kyaaak!”
I made her stand on both feet.
“Hiiik!… Why?”
She stared at me with wary, questioning eyes. Ignoring her, I moved behind her and rubbed my cock against her pussy.
“W-wait… this is different from what you promised, you bastard! I knew it! Liar! You’re worse than a beast!”
She must have thought I was about to take her; she struggled frantically. The sight was… adorable.
I whispered into Rene’s ear. “If you keep struggling like that, I might accidentally put it in without realizing.”