Chapter 17: Camelia (2)** (1/2)
Camelia, now devoid of any clothes, was awkwardly placed on the chair with her hands shackled behind her back, her legs spread, and her hips pushed forward. Sol narrowed his eyes lovingly as he viewed her.
Despite her age, her pussy was tightly shut and devoid of public hairs. The glistening liquid slowly trailing down from it was truly an enticing sight.
Camelia, truly embarrassed by the position she was in
”Hum… Sol? Why am being bound?”
”Of course it's because you wish for it right?”
”...?!”
”Heh, you shouldn't be so surprised. I remember some of the books you have in your collection. Well most of the books. After all they all follow the same genre.”
BDSM. It seemed that no matter which world, humans were a depraved race that always thirsted for more pleasures.
”N-no… I…”
”No need to explain yourself. The way your breathing hurried while I was binding you and the fact that you didn't resist shows that I am telling the truth.”
Sol marveled at his work of art while pondering how to continue from then.
BDSM plays had varying levels. Some people were submissive and liked to be put in position without power. But that was it.
Some people higher in the spectrum left the level of Submissive and became downright masochistic and even at that level there were different types of masochistes.
In short it was a deep and broad subject. He couldn't just begin to swing a whip on her and expect her to feel pleasures. He had to act gradually until reaching the limits.
”Never forget this. No matter what you say I will only stop if you say the code word. Hum let's go with Lustburg. If you say Lustburg, I will immediately stop.”
'Camelia shouldn't simply be a sub. From her books, even if she should be a light masochist. Hum. Let's thread carefully. A code will allow me to know when to stop.'
”Now, tell me. Why is the one hailed as the supreme daughter reading such books? Do you wish to tell me that you have always wished to be in such a situation?”
”No… Sol…I”
”Silence.” He talked with measure as he looked at her with total indifference. ”You will now call me Sir or Master.”
”Bu…”
”Do it!”
Camelia shivered at his shout before slowly opening her mouth as she called him with difficulty.
”Ma...Master.”
Her head hanged low with shame as she called Sol like that. Sol would have normally felt bad about it but…
”Oh? Would you look at that? So you really are a filthy masochist? Does calling me master bring you so much joy?”
”Of course not!!”
”Really? Then…” He came close to her and slowly traced her vagina with his finger before bringing it close to her. ”Then, if I am wrong, could you explain to me why you are so much wetter than earlier?”
”...!”
Her speechless looks was so cute. A spark seemed to ignite in his heart.
'I want to tease her more.'
He wanted to see her moan. See her beg. He wanted to completely mess her up.
”To think that the supreme daughter was such a dirty woman. Tell me was it your dream? Did you masturbate while dreaming of the day you would be tied up and humiliated?”
”I—”
”Do not lie to me. If you do so I will immediately stop.”
The shudder of fear showed just how much she didn't want him to stop. Her barely raised head dropped down as she closed her eyes.
”Yes.”
”Yes?”
”Yes master. I had always dreamed of it.”
”Then. Since you are so dirty. Repeat after me. -I, Camilla Castitas, am a dirty woman. Please master punish me-.”
Horror was basically plastered on her face before she seemed to give up any forms of resistance as she repeated.
”I, Camilla Castitas, am a dirty woman. Please master punish me. Nn!!”
The very moment she finished her words, Camelia's body shuddered while a greater amount of liquid gushed out from her sacred place. There was no mistake,
”You came?”
Sol wore an incredulous expression before barking out a mocking laugh.
”Hahaha~! You are truly a dirty woman. To think that even without having to touch you you would come from humiliating yourself.”
Putting his fingers once again against her vagina, Sol scooped a large part of her fluid and slowly brought it toward her face.
”Now, Camelia, lick my hand and learn your own flavor.”
”N, no, stop, …”
Camelia shut her mouth and shook her head to escape it, but Sol showed no mercy.
”Weren't you taught as a child not to be a picky eater?”
He pinched Millia's small nose shut. Once she had no choice but to open her small mouth, Sol shoved his glistening fingers inside. Those fingers pinched Camelia tongue, rubbed at her gums, and otherwise toyed with the inside of her mouth before pulling out.
”Delicious, isn't it?”
”It is not! Please, stop this!”
Camelia tearfully pleaded, but he continued to ignore her,
”Hehe~ ! If you insist, I will end the foreplay there. You're plenty wet, so we should be able to move onto the next phase. Don't you think so? Now beg me. Beg me like your life depends on it.”
Camelia heavy breasts moved up and down as before she uttered with eyes full of lust,
”Please master. I am a dirty woman whose head is only filled with lust. Please use me as much as you like.”
”Hehe~! Perfect!!”
While laughing, Sol began to unbutton his suit, shirt and his pants. It didn't take long for him to be as naked as Camelia was.
Now was the moment of truth. He really wanted to continue the play, but he was hesitating about taking her virginity like that.
It seemed like Camellia caught on his hesitation but she neither complained nor used the word. As such he decided to continue.
But just as he was about to slam home.
”... Wait wait. Lustburg.”
He immediately stopped at those words without the slightest hesitation. BDSM be it light or heavy was all about trust. The M trusted the S and the S should never betray that trust.
”Did I go too far?”
”No, no, no. In fact I… I loved it. It's just that. I can't lose my virginity like that.”
Sol tilted his head.
”*Sigh* I will explain to you later. But I need to be a virgin for the ritual I am about to do. But.. Well. Perhaps you could try the other one?”
Her voice lowered down to barely whisper toward the end, but he still understood what she meant,
'I-I never even thought about using a girl's butt…'
Sol had always been satisfied with the vagina, so he had never wanted to try the anus instead.
But now that she was proposing it, he felt an urge to try it out.
'But, wouldn't it be a little dirty?'