He steps back, his eyes fixed on me. The Master observes with a satisfied smile, his eyes reflecting pride in my progress. I pick up the book and start reading. I nod, unable to form words as my body betrays me, my hips bucking against his hand. “Your body is adapting beautifully,” he continues, his tone reassuring yet laced with an undercurrent of control. “Hi Nat,” I hear. He approaches me slowly, when he reaches out to touch me, I flinch, anticipating the sensation. He removes the machine from my breasts. I gasp as the vibrations intensify, traveling through my body and straight to my core. Master notices my growing need and smirks. “Your body is adapting beautifully,” he continues, his tone reassuring yet laced with an undercurrent of control. My eyes travel up her naked body to her slightly disheveled freckled face. My eyes travel up her naked body to her slightly disheveled freckled face.
