Chapter 4

Week Seven

Mr. Black was on a Skype call with an old mentor in Japan a man he knew during his time overseas and today were involved in a number of development properties. They were closer than brothers more like father and son. Mr. Taki was asking about Jen and how Black’s special project was progressing.

“To be honest I couldn’t be happier. She is progressing without kick back so far. Your idea to place the vibrator in the Brian’s bed worked perfectly when I needed it. A quick buzz from the vibrator and he gurgles and it worked perfectly at a key moment. Mr. Taki actually clapped his hands in enthusiasm for his student. While he was in his seventies now, he had many happy memories of developing submissives in the past.

“This week I am striving to hear her emotional and sexual triggers, what turns her on and why. I have given her the seven-day challenge. She has been celibate since the birth of her son. She feels deep remorse and shame over how he came to be and the damage her own actions appear to have caused. She is deeply scarred by her experience. I hope to move her past it but using the guilt to do it. As I said it’s going to take a little time but I certainly feel she is worth the commitment.”

After a couple of more minor details, they closed out the discussion with Mr. Taki wishing him every success in all his endeavors.

On the seventh day, of the seventh week, Sunday at four p. m., she arrives to report. She looks haggard and she is walking a little tenderly but she assumes her reporting position. She begins her report and by the end of reporting about Monday, she knew she was in purgatory being forced to review and reveal every detail of her masturbations.

His interrogation ripped every emotion from her and forced her to reveal every sensuous spot on her body that she had self-touched, rubbed, twisted, thought of and triggered, everything.

Monday had been harder than expected she reported honestly. She hadn’t been with a man for over a year. She said she hadn’t even thought much about sex in that year. Her son had taken over every aspect of her thoughts she felt. Still, she had expected it to be relatively easy to orgasm.

“ ... I was rubbing my breasts, rolling my nipples between thumb and forefinger. Then I picked up the soap bar and began lathering my body, above and below the water, just sliding the soap bar wherever it wanted to go.

“As my hand worked lower, I would slide across my buttoned-up clit seeking a stir. I was remembering the last time I had played with myself when rubbing my breasts and rubbing and rolling my clit would eventually get me off. I dropped the soap, brought two hands down and started building the fire within.

“I was working at it fast and hard while in the back of my mind the cooling water temperature registered and I wanted to get this over with. My juices were flowing, so I slid a finger into myself, rubbing, rolling my clit with two fingers.” He could tell she was actually reliving the moment, ‘this just might work,’ he thought as she continued her report.

“I had to practically slam my fingers into myself for a while more and then I pinched my clit and I came. I then dried off with my white towel, put on my blue pj pants and top and went to bed.”

“On Tuesday...”

He interjected, “Any difficulty getting to sleep Monday night?”

“Yes,” she didn’t want to elaborate but, “I was worried that something may be damaged in me because it was so hard to cum.”

Nodding his head he suggested, “That was your first orgasm since giving birth, right?” she agreed, so he went on, “maybe it was going to take a bit to get those unused muscles working again,” finishing with his, ‘I am a little uncertain of this advice smile,’ on his face and in his eyes. She smiled because she knew where her story was headed.

“On Tuesday morning I woke up, fed myself, played with and loved Brian for a couple of hours and when he fell asleep, I thought I’d get the days first one down.”

“I settled onto my bed and just started gently flowing my hands over my body seeking a stirring below. I went searching for memories, old movie scenes, even some past porn movie memories, from when I was sixteen at a sweet sixteen party and we had watched a porn as part of the evenings all girl festivities.”

“I came to realize I don’t have much memory, not even viewing memories of a sexual nature, I guess I am not that experienced.”

He intruded into her, ‘thinking out loud’ moment asking, “I was of the impression that you were sexual after your parents died, you know, Terry, Brian?”

“Again, being honest and all, as per our contract, I was so stoned during most of that time with Terry. I can recall snippets, some I definitely don’t want to recall, but snippets of memories of shit that happened, shit I experienced. It wasn’t a good time in my life, I don’t like to think about it at all, if possible, really.”

He nodded, “Continue your report please,” he requested softly.

“I finally managed to achieve a small orgasm after a lot of effort. I wasn’t getting a second one any time soon so I got back to my job search for the most part...

“I tried twice more that afternoon and during the third try of the day, now a painful effort, and still did not achieve the second orgasm. I reviewed our conversation about toys and aids and realized they were going to be essential if I was going to meet the contract. That’s when I came to you for help.”

She had looked anxious last Tuesday evening and nervous when he met her at the door that evening. He really wasn’t sure why she had come up but he was interested though. She had explained that she would need the aids they had discussed. He made her spell it out for him before telling her to drive to Rachel’s in the morning, be there at ten a. m. and she would set her up.

She had been mortified by the thought but he would brook no debate and bade her good evening. His voice followed her out the door saying, “If you find Rachel that offensive you could go shopping on your own. There’s a sex shop on Sixth and Raven St.” He had closed the door as she turned to tell him to fuck off. She stormed down to her place, almost threw the door open, thought of Brian, chose not to scream and just let out a frustration fueled, but suppressed, almost feline growl.

An hour later she achieved her second orgasm of the day. It was actually a bit of a humdinger. She was so angry at Mr. Black and his abuses of her, she had ridden her anger and frustration right through to a great climax, while lying on her belly, over a pillow, on her bed, with her hands working both her clit and cunt.

Surprise, surprise, Elsa showed up at her door at nine. Jen wasn’t all that surprised as Mr. Black was always a step ahead of most, she was coming to realize. ‘Maybe that’s why he’s rich,’ crossed her mind. Jen just thanks Elsa for coming, saying she had some shopping to do and not truly sure of her destination nor even a plan. Then she drove down the driveway.

The adult sex store was in the old part of town, the rundown part, on the Southside. She didn’t really want to return to the Southside but she found herself driving slowly past the store front, where a large, very tall black man was entering the store. ‘This place is too scary’, she thought to herself and just drove on past. She drove around seeking a way out of her situation and found herself parking down the street from Rachel’s. Sitting in the car nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof she just couldn’t think of any way out of her present predicament.

She hated the Southside more than ever after living in the country. She wanted to stay at Mr. Black’s place but didn’t want to continue to play his stupid games.

“What can I do,” she asked herself out loud. The answer came clear as a bell to her. ‘Go see Rachel and ask her what she knew of Mr. Black and his games. Maybe she would have some ideas. Maybe a way out? Without losing everything? Dreaming?’

Walking into Rachel’s boutique Jen saw Rachel wrapping something up on her counter by the till. “Hey, Sexy,” Rachel offered while finishing up her task. She had a straight up Midwest accent with some slurred French allure. Jen smiled as Rachel’s French accent wasn’t quite on the mark this morning.

“Hi, Rachel, I was hoping to chat if you have a moment.”

Rachel came around the counter, gave Jen a hug, her fake kiss-peck on each cheek, saying, “Sure, Honey, I heard, I have you covered, follow me,” with a knowing smile she wrapped one of Jen’s arms up in two of hers and side walked Jen threw a hanging curtain on the back wall and into the back of the store. Jen stutter stepped as they left the upscale clothing store area. The back of the store wasn’t a storage area as one could have expected rather it was a well decorated and beautifully laid out toy shop.