Her Shameful Education Read Online Emily Tilton

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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
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The measurement parameters and the technology used in gathering the necessary data, of course, as with all such Selecta trade secrets, remained shrouded in mystery. As a Selecta executive myself I knew with absolute certainty, though, that the Lourcy scale must at least describe some set of characteristics of great importance to understanding dominant sexuality.

Selecta’s vast corporate empire depended on good data. There was no room for bullshit, because bullshit would get in the way of business—except, obviously, for the outward-facing bullshit called ‘marketing.’ As the head of the Education division, I was lucky enough to have access to the internal workings, even if I didn’t get to drill down into the analytic areas that I probably wouldn’t have understood anyway.

So I felt what seemed to me a bit of justified pride in my Lourcy rating. The more so because the one thing the dominants of the global elite knew about the scale, a rumor that I happened to know Selecta had started themselves as, yes, a marketing ploy, was that Selecta measured it based on subconscious actions. Every attempt by a billionaire to raise his Lourcy score through treating his concubines more harshly than his actual dominant orientation drove him to do in pursuit of his sexual pleasure had ended not in a rise in the score but in a warning from the Institute to knock it off.

As I sheathed myself for the first time in Renee’s luscious young ass, I wondered for a moment about those unconscious signals. Did they come in the humiliating words I had just spoken? The degradation I had bestowed by implying that shameful comparison—what an ass should feel like, a subtle but very dominant hint that I had fucked a great many beautiful girls’ virgin bottoms?

Or did Selecta measure my skin galvanics? The rigidity of my erection? I thought of how Candy cried out when I used her anus—it could even be the force with which I thrust into that tight little ring, I supposed, or the leap my cock gave at each sob from the concubine under me as I fucked.

That thought made me upbraid myself a little, for failing to concentrate on the girl into whose ass my rock-hard manhood had begun to make its dominant way. Renee’s sweet bottom clung to my shaft deliciously. The alpha blood sang in my veins at the sight of my cock engulfed between her punished cheeks, the welts from her caning so prettily adorning them with the sign of her painful lesson.

The ideas that tended to float into my mind as I used a girl couldn’t easily be controlled, I knew, so I forgave myself for the wayward thought about Candy. Moreover, Candy would in fact be a very important part of finishing Renee’s training as my bed girl, once I got her home and began to use her on a daily basis.

A placement in which Renee serves her master or mistress alongside another concubine would perhaps be the best fit for her, the assessors had declared, thanks to the additional opportunities for humiliation such a home situation provides. Compulsory same-sex intercourse, as well as voyeurism of several different configurations, should assist Renee in discovering vital parts of her mind and even her heart and integrating them into her fully realized self.

I worked my fingers up into the roots of Renee’s lovely auburn hair, under her now-disheveled ponytail. She had lowered her face again, clearly not wanting to watch the high-resolution image on the screen. It showed my own view of my rigid penis impaling her bottom, relentlessly filling her tiny flower with my authority, inching into that tight, forbidden tunnel as she sobbed in discomfort at this newest lesson in obedience.

“Keep watching, my dear,” I growled, as I felt my fabric-covered lap come up against her round little bottom, my hardness balls-deep in her no-longer-virgin anus. “I want you to see how pretty you look with a cock in your ass.”

Renee

I let out a wailing cry as I opened my eyes and saw.

Pretty. The picture on the screen didn’t look like anything I would have thought to call pretty before this moment. I saw Master Hendryk’s lap pressed against my whipped bottom. I saw just a little of the base of his cock, nested in a few curly golden hairs that had emerged from his open fly. I saw the belt that held me to the horse, and the tucked-up hem of my nightgown.

I saw him pull the rigid shaft out a little, and it seemed like the obscene, taboo image of the girl having anal sex for the first time came before I actually felt my master withdraw his thick manhood. I cried out at the sight, and the cry became a moan of discomfort and shame as the terrible sensation of fullness in my little bottom changed with the movement of the rigid penis in my narrowest place.


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