Adam released his grip and Clara fell to her knees again, head down. He walked across to where Monique was still holding her position along the bookshelf. She was trembling, avoiding his gaze. The sweat shone on her body, and bright red stripes covered her ass and thighs. He tenderly caressed her with his hand. “You have a lot to learn Monique. I can see you have the experience and the desire to serve, but what is your true motivation? You are selfish and vain. You think I am here to give you what you want. That couldn’t be further from the truth. I’m not sure you’re even worth the time I’ve spent already. You’re a selfish cunt.” With that he kicked out her legs and she tumbled to the rug below, bracing herself clumsily and curling into a ball. “You know where the door is. Give me a good reason not to throw you naked into the street.”

Monique could hardly believe this was happening. She realized that Adam was different, not easily manipulated by cries and moans and erotic satisfaction. She prostrated herself and crawled, whimpering to his feet. “Please Adam, please!! I can do better! Give me a chance to prove myself. I promise I can do it, I WANT to be better.” She pulled herself into the best kneeling posture she could, her head down, arms outstretched in front of her. She waited for him to reject her, to remind her of the things she now feared were true. Could it be her submission was only a means to her own selfish pleasure? “Stay there, Monique." Adam said. "And don’t move”

Adam moved off and sat by the fireplace. He called Clara to his side. The slim, naked woman hurried to join him. He had her stand in front of him, hands behind her neck, legs spread, eyes down. He addressed her. “Monique is a victim of her own success, Clara. She has lost her way amongst the parties and the nightclubs. Her easy arousal impresses many, who believe it is they who cause such an effect. In reality she is stealing her pleasure from them. Remember this. You, however, have been gifted with your own unique sexuality, or at least you claim. It is now mine. Now caress yourself. I want to see my property in action. I need to know that you were truthful.” With that he leaned back and waited.

Clara dropped her hands to her sides and blushed. Even after all she had been through tonight she was shy, embarrassed to be told to do such a thing. But she knew now not to deny him this, or anything. She was beginning to understand what it meant to give up any vestige of self. Her hands moved across her body, teasing her nipples, her clit, comfortable now, on familiar ground. Soon her hips were rolling in rhythm to her strokes, her breath becoming heavier, her mind focused on one thing. Her arousal began to climb.

Adam sat up suddenly and slapped her hands away from her clit, breaking her concentration and interrupting her. She gasped, surprised at the intrusion. Her hands found their way back to her neck. Adam sat back quietly. “Again” he said. Clara’s hands moved to her groin, feeling the wetness there, starting over.