'The Joys of Becoming your Masters Plaything'. The book was a thin paperback copy that was packaged in a delicate silk material with a pretty little bow on top. The newly required reading came with a rather revealing cover, a woman bound to a monster of a man with his manhood brushing up against her cheek.
For some reason, Keri felt drawn to that cover, she spent several minutes just looking at it, fascinated by its girth. How could anyone walk with that thing between their legs? She wondered. How could it fit in anything?
For three weeks, Keri hadn't received a single order from her superiors, a miracle to be sure. She had been given lots of clothing from Julie, however, and she couldn't help but admit she liked her tastes. What made things even better, she accomplished Julie's mission the week before, dominating the dildo in record time. Julie definitely seemed pleased, she had been watching from outside while Keri accomplished her goal. Keri had chosen to wear the low cut silk gown that day; it fully exposed her torso, except for a silk strap wrapping around her nipples. Since then, Keri hadn't been pressured to take things further.
She was just starting to think that maybe the worst was over, that maybe Julie had found a new pawn to play with, and then she found the package waiting for her at her door. She assumed it was more clothes, perhaps some new undergarments, another present from Julie. When she saw it was a book, she took it took her by surprise.
At first, Keri didn't want to open those sultry pages, but for some reason she couldn't get that book cover out of her mind. As soon as she was back from class, her fingers tingled as she stroked the pages, and her eyes gleamed while she read.
Keri studied each page intently, using a larger hardcover book to hide it while sitting at her desk.
The knowledge hidden in those pages described in detail exactly how to stimulate a mans erogenous zones, and the scientific extrapolations of a male penis. She couldn't help but chuckle at a few of its paragraphs. It seemed to present the notion that a males genitals were far more complicated than that of their female counterparts.
There were chapters on how a woman should prepare her body, how to train her abdominal muscles, and vaginal strength, to thoroughly please their mates phallus. Some pages sent jolts through her stomach, specifically about reproduction; how long a single sperm cell could survive once ejaculated inside the woman's womb, and how to continually pleasure your man well into pregnancy.
Submissive and dominate roles were outlined as well, but Keri couldn't stop reading the chapters on submission; at one point, without thinking, she was even rubbing herself while comprehending its truths.
The only chapter that confused her was the one about how to stimulate a man to the very edge, and how to keep him there for a long period of time. Denying him that final pleasure, forcing his climax to hover dangerously close to the edge without going further, was a masterwork technique. Keri believed it was a variation of cunningling, although she had no idea it was possible for men to enjoy that. In her experience, men didn't possess the discipline or fortitude to hold their explosions back once their shafts were about to blow. The idea of forcing a partner to the height of sensual collapse, only to imprison them there, was very… Interesting.
The book advised on giving more attention to the mans ball sack as well, for some reason that helped them get a nice dose of testosterone. Keri didn't think of that before. She wasn't convinced men actually liked that either.
Keri sat on the desk wearing a loose t-shirt with the Rachelle logo displayed. Her chest was throbbing again. She was getting used to her body, and had it down to a routine. Each morning she would milk them with breast pumps, Julie had purchased them for her on the condition that she saved her milk. She would milk them again later in the afternoon, and one last time at night. About every evening, Julie would come with a small entourage to retrieve her filled jugs of sustenance. Wherever she took it, or what she was doing with it, Keri had no idea. She wasn't sure she wanted to know either.
Plenty of pictures had gotten around of Keri's most recent cum covered adventure. Social media was calling her bukkake girl, or blowjob queen. She had many new admirers as well, even a small fan base because of it.
She avoided the gym for some time afterward, until Brutus begged her to hang out again.
No sooner had she finally accepted, entering the gymnasium wearing a sporty top with spandex leggings, that several guys rushed over to introduce themselves. To their dissatisfaction, she wasn't under orders to please any of them, and wasn't about to on her own accord. So instead, she let them take selfies with her, and tried to avoid those who clearly didn't want to take no for an answer.
Brutus protected her, once he saw her, and she valued his presence. So much so, that she took her new studies to the test.
This time, they sneaked into a storage closet, and Keri quickly felt his burning erection in the grip of her hand. She stroked him, while leaning into him, her chest pressing against his stomach. He was so tall, so broad, and his shaft wouldn't stop twitching. She tried to keep him there, edging him close to the surface without spilling his seed.
"Can I do more?" He asked, his eyes full of lust.
Keri shook her head. "No, but I don't mind getting on my knees."
"What about your ass?"
Keri's eyes lit up. "You want… My ass?"
"Yeah, is that ok?"
Keri swallowed. "Not today, maybe this weekend?" She wanted to stall this conversation. Luckily, a knock came to the door before he could press the issue.
"Who's there?" Brutus asked.
"Um, is Keri in there? I was asked to find her."
Keri recognized the voice, it belonged to Sena Fuller.
Brutus motioned for her to let go of his manhood, and tried to shove it away, which caused him some discomfort.
Keri opened the door, finding Sena wearing nothing but a tube top and short shorts. Her glasses were a bit crooked, but the red frames seemed to compliment her dark hair that flowed past her shoulders.
"Hey Keri!" Sena smiled. "I see you've been having fun. Oh wait, I hope I wasn't interrupting an order."
Keri chuckled. "No, nothing like that."
"Can I have a look?" Her interest was piqued. She pushed herself inside the closet, then shut the door behind her.
Brutus just laughed at her boldness. "You want to see what your missing out on?" He asked with a smirk.
"Fuck yes."
"Ok? But I don't even know who you are."
Sena yanked down his pants without a second thought, his stiff shaft came up so fast, it smacked her in the face..
"Nice," Sena pulled down her tube top, revealing a marvelous pair of breasts. Her cherry red nipples were easy to see, even in the dim light. "I see she hasn't topped you off yet. Mind if I have a go?"
"Wait," Keri reached out, only to be caught off guard. Sena's left hand reached out, gently grabbing onto Keri's own breast, her delicate fingers feeling the supple flesh of her darkening nipple. With just the smallest amount of pressure, something started to leak out.
"You seem pretty pent up too sister," Sena smiled. "Mind if I have a taste?"
"Why were you sent to find me?"
"That can wait. I was ordered to find you and take you on a beer run. They would forgive us if we were a few minutes late though. And besides, we can't leave a guy hanging, not after you brought him this far."