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She registered on a stupid dating app for BDSM. There was no one to share her secret feelings with anyway. Her family couldn’t know that she, a proper sister and hunter, enjoyed being humiliated, forced to her knees, and made to beg. She only had to imagine her precious grandmother’s face if she suddenly discovered her granddaughter’s tastes. She was overcome with shame and shock, wanting to delete her profile. Her older brother would definitely judge her. Caleb. He would never understand his youngest ward’s tastes. He was too kind, gentle, and sometimes naive. The world of BDSM, to him, was something he vaguely understood, and it definitely suggested that a person was unhealthy. She stared at her profile with a broken sigh.
24 years old
Never experienced a BDSM session, but I want to try something new.
Kinky control.
So stupid and immature. The other hunters in her department had already found boyfriends and were planning their weddings, while she found herself stuck on a perverted app, no better off than them. Her profile picture was a photo of her body, her face cropped out. Who knew who she might meet here, and she didn't want any unnecessary trouble. Monsters might not be able to use the internet, but her colleagues certainly were. Her phone vibrated quietly. She froze when she saw a message from someone called “Master”.
“You should remove the ‘inexperienced’ part from your description. Otherwise, the local Dom will use you as a toy.”
She had expected her first message on this social network to be vulgar, obscene, perhaps even uncomfortable, but the caring tone shattered any notion of dominance. Caring? Was that really what BDSM was about?
“And that’s all I want.”
Unwilling to give in, she quickly sent a reply and nervously bit the inside of her cheek. The answer was not long in coming.
“Saying that you’re an inexperienced submissive is like going out and saying you want to lose your virginity. Do you now understand the extent of your stupidity?”
She swallowed nervously. No. It wasn’t a set rule at all.
“Then why did you decide to kindly help me instead of taking advantage? Or are inexperienced people not your type?”
She was surprised how her aroused mood gave way to irritation, anger, and a desire to challenge the stranger online. After all, this man considered her a weak, innocent lamb, unable to defend herself if she encountered a pervert. But she wasn’t like that.
— I know how to handle a gun, I know how to defend myself, and I could definitely kick some pervert in the balls who tried anything. Why did he think I needed help?
The loud tirade was interrupted by a short, distinctive knock. Only one person had ever knocked like that.
— And who are you cursing this time?
Caleb entered the room. His usual smile flashed, his gaze darting around the room. She immediately hid her phone, as if they were fifteen again, and stood up.
— I have plenty of options. From my boss to my older brother, who thinks I still need protection.
— And you don’t need it?
— Of course not. I’m a hunter, Caleb. I’m even more confident than you are.
— Then Grandma and I are under your protection.
She proudly, almost playfully, began to push her older brother out the door, insisting she was busy. She really was. But Caleb had no intention of leaving. On the contrary, he flopped onto the girl’s bed and pulled out his phone.
— You could have just gone to your own room.
— But it’s more fun together. We hardly spend time together because of my work and yours. I’m just going to lie here for a couple of minutes, Pipsqueak.
Caleb, not wanting to continue the petty squabble, pulled out his phone and played some stupid video at full volume. She just rolled her eyes and returned to her phone. She might be stubborn at work, but her own brother was just as impossible. She turned her attention back to the stranger.
“I can train you, but will you be ready for it? I’ll start with this training, and if you back down, you’ll only prove you won’t fit into this community. Then delete this app then. That’s our deal.”
Anger flared. She wasn’t obligated to accept such a ridiculous proposition. Training… what could this stranger offer that others couldn’t? Yes, she already had several private messages from people who, instead of lecturing her, had invited her to meet that very evening. And yet, this man was different. His presence came through in simple words, and something about him drew her in.
“I’m ready. And you’d better be ready to train me completely. I’m not one to be scared, and it’s hard to surprise me.”
Caleb’s quiet chuckle sounded behind her. She abruptly turned, but he showed her his phone screen, which displayed a stupidly funny still from a film. A typical cinematic moment. She just snorted and turned back. Just then, a reply came.
"Today, at this moment, you must address me as 'Master' and fulfill my orders. You have no right to refuse them. You are not allowed to say no or contradict me when I give you orders. I schedule our meetings and decide when and where we meet. If you understand everything, answer."
The atmosphere in the room changed in a few moments. It became a little harder to breathe. Her fingers quickly typed "Yes," but she corrected herself in time and added, "Master." This was nonsense. Submitting to a stranger from the internet. Agreeing to his terms. After all, she really could have deleted the app and blocked this person. Let that be cowardice.
"Then my first order is for you. Today, you must masturbate under my control. Right now."
Her fingers quickly typed out a reply.
"I can't right now. I'm not alone in the room. We can at least reschedule the order for the evening."
"So what? That doesn't change my order. You must move your hand lower between your legs and stroke your clitoris. You can try to do this discreetly and follow orders, or back out now and not have your tastes revealed."
Madness. Doing this while Caleb is lounging in her bed. She shouldn't agree to this. She shouldn't indulge her own strange desire to give in to this idea, and yet she can't refuse. She takes another look at Caleb, engrossed in the show, and bites her lip before slowly lowering her hand. Just under her shorts, her long fingers lift her underwear and touch her clit with the pad. She doesn't breathe. She just slowly strokes the bundle of nerves in one direction, then in the other, holding the phone. Typing a short reply.
"I put my hand in my underwear. My brother is lying next to me on the phone. I'm not allowed to make any unnecessary sounds."
"You were obedient. If you don't want to get caught by your brother, try to keep your mouth shut. Press your fingers against her clit and slowly stroke your entrance until you're wet. You've been fantasizing about more than just masturbating, haven't you? You want to obey. To listen to orders, to satisfy a man who can take control.”
The stranger was maintaining the tension perfectly. Her mind quickly conjured up a picture of her kneeling before him, completely naked and aching with desire. No. He wouldn't let her do what she pleased. He would strictly control how and when she enjoyed herself, and as soon as she imagined this image, her fingers sliding against her entrance became coated in the rich lubrication of arousal. Her movements became smoother and more confident. She slowly moved them around her entrance, sometimes moving slightly higher, brushing her clit, and then returning. The TV show in the background became unbearably loud, but it was also her salvation. Without the noise, Caleb would have definitely heard the sounds his sister's pussy was making. The chance of being caught was arousing. She'd always been a good girl for her brother, and now she was treading thin ice, touching herself just a few meters away from him. Just as the innocent caress began to turn into torment, the man ordered the next step.
"Enter yourself with one finger. Just one, all the way to the base. Slide inside and stroke your walls with the pad of your finger, gather all the moisture, and gently move your finger inside."
The command was light and even somewhat innocent, but given the situation, even such a small thing could cost her her entire relationship with her brother. Her heart pounded before she slowly inserted his middle finger inside herself and arched slightly to meet it. She couldn't twitch unnecessarily and attract attention. Caleb was a very attentive brother. The finger slowly slid inside her, and she pressed her lips into a thin line. It felt good. The soft pad slowly stroked her inner walls, and a little more precum leaked out, staining her underwear completely. Now, the movement of just one finger truly felt like torture; it wasn't enough. One finger merely teased and tickled her nerves, but it wasn't enough to reach her peak. Her hips moved slightly toward him, but as soon as the chair creaked softly, she froze, afraid Caleb might open her up.
"One finger isn't enough."
It wasn't a protest or complaint, but rather a pitiful semblance of a request.
"You're impatient. Do you really want to cum right in front of your brother? You can enter yourself with two fingers, imagining me thrusting deeply inside you. Isn't that why you came here? To be desired by strangers, to promise to fuck you and dominate you?"
That's not true. At least, she didn't want to admit it. She wasn't ready for it. Was she really such a pervert? She wanted to deny it, but as soon as the second finger slid inside, she barely held back a sweet, excited moan. Yes. She was a pervert. The fingers squelched obscenely loudly and filthily inside. Her walls clenched, gripping the fingers with each thrust, preventing them from slipping out. Her clit jutted out excitedly, occasionally brushing against her palm and forcing her back to arch in sweet torture. Stroking herself intensely, she almost forgot about everything but pleasure.
— Why are you so quiet, Pipsqueak?
Her brother's voice seemed to bring her back to reality. She realized what she was doing and wanted to discreetly withdraw her fingers, but at that very moment, another message from the Master arrived.
"Keep pushing your fingers deeper, as if my dick were entering you all the way. Don't stop."
For some reason, she couldn't object. She wanted to obey these orders, and without removing her fingers, continuing to move them, she said weakly:
— I'm just reading, so I'm keeping quiet.
Caleb couldn't see her wet panties. He couldn't notice her hand persistently moving between her legs. Or could he? No. Then the relationship between them would definitely fall apart. He would stop loving her so much, and even then, she couldn't stop. Caleb smiled innocently, not intending to end the conversation:
— And what's so interesting you're reading?
That voice. The movements. Hell, even his own brother seemed sexy now, while her body needed release and a man's help.
— You still won't understand this literature, - she said timidly, breaking off on the last word.
"You can cum."
She was on the edge and needed a couple more thrusts to finish, but as soon as she started moving, Caleb rose from the bed and slowly approached her. No. Not now. She couldn't get caught. She couldn't fall in front of her brother. He might not be able to see the whole picture, but he would definitely feel her tremors. Her fingers instinctively gave the final thrusts just as Caleb tenderly kissed the back of her head and headed for the door.
— I'm going, sweet. Be a good girl.
The last sentence was the final push, and as soon as the door closed, she clenched her legs in a powerful orgasm that made her legs shake.
— I've gone crazy, - she whispered to herself, remaining inside her hot core.
Her underwear and shorts were obscenely wet, along with the seat. She spent a few more minutes recovering from her orgasm before typing a reply with a trembling hand.
"I came. Thank you, Master."
"Send me a photo."
Blurred from her orgasm, she didn't even see anything shameful in this request. At least she had the sense not to take a photo of herself. She lifted her T-shirt, revealing her erect, perky breasts, and spread her legs, pulling her wet underwear down to her knees, exposing her wet, throbbing pussy. She sent the lewd photo to the Master and then slumped back in her chair, relieved.
This definitely shouldn't have felt this good.