Chapter 4: Rising Action
Edgar took Allison on the balcony. @@Blindfold Slutty storyteller "What do you think of the night view, whore?" Edgar said playfully, nudging her in the ribs with his elbow.
"It's breathtaking, Master," she whispered back, craning her neck to look up at him. Her heart pounded in her chest, wondering what deliciously sick idea he had concocted this time.
Edgar glanced around with a sly grin. Edgar said he needed intense stimulation tonight and to have someone open up and be vulnerable and have rough sex. He had her list and rate 5 options.
Allison bit her lip and said, "First option, blindfolded oral penile gratification, rated 9 out of 10."
Last, option five, being video-taped while in the act of oral sex with you, rated 7 out of 10," Angela confessed, her breaths shallow and nervous, unsure of what Edgar would choose.
Edgar raised an eyebrow before wrapping his arm around her, his fingers tugging at the thin strap of her dress. "You always were a naughty student, Allison, but I suppose I'll have to choose something in between, for now," Edgar laughed.
He drew her close, steering them towards the crowded dance floor.
"Come, Allison. It's time to show everyone who you truly belong to," Edgar taunted, desire sparking in his eyes.
As they swayed to the music, surrounded by noble couples and envious glances, Edgar knew he needed more than just provocative dancing to trigger the whore's shameful humiliation. He had to push even harder.
Allison, list and rate the 5 ways you are the most vulnerable.
Allison hesitated for a moment, her heart racing as she listed down her deepest insecurities and vulnerabilities for Edgar's perverted entertainment. My submissive side, especially toward you, Master, is the most vulnerable part of me. 9 out of 10. My intense need for validation from men I find attractive leaves me wide open for exploitation.
3. My crippling performance anxiety in my artistic endeavors makes me feel incredibly powerless and weak.
I crave validation from authority figures like yourself, and that dependency is a severe source of vulnerability.
Fourth, I have struggled with an unhealthy obsession with sexual domination. It leaves me open to potentially manipulative partners who might exploit my need to serve.
My love for Trent is an almost unbearable emotional burden. The more I try to deny my feelings, the more I end up exposing myself emotionally. 10 out of 10.
Stuck between our dance, Edgar leaned in to breathe near her neck, "Now, I know me being the headmaster of this pour-over league of obedient sluts, your toes are always curling in my direction. List and rate in descending order the 5 ways your obsession with me turns you into the most vulnerable version of yourself."
Allison blushed and shivered under his gaze, responding falteringly, "One, I surrender completely to your will without questioning me, 9 out of 10 for complete submission.
Two, when I'm turned on by your orders, my self-control dissolves, 8 out of 10. Three, I blush hard around you, Master, 7 out of 10. Four, while performing seductive acts for you, the fear of being unworthy holds me back, 6 out of 10."
Edgar chuckled wickedly. "And what's the last one that makes you vulnerable?" he demanded.
Four, while blindfolded and eagerly serving, I'd consider myself noticeably open to manipulation. 5 out of 10, Master," Allison confessed, shivering at the memory.
Edgar kept his eyes locked onto hers, his voice low. "Perfect, slut. Now, let's find somewhere secluded, and I'll remind you of who's in control. I want to witness my helpless darling begging for your reprieve.
List and rate the 5 men who have the most power over you including me.
Allison shuddered under Edgar's command, her heart racing as she dipped into her darkest thoughts and desires. In descending order, she whispered, "One, you, Master, my puppeteer, with a ruthless 10 out of 10.
Two, Trent, the virtuous bard, with a tormenting 9 out of 10; I crave his acceptance so deeply.
Three, our mutual friend Dave, with a mischievous 8 out of 10, as he knows my secrets, and has no qualms about using them against me. Four, Dave's younger brother Shane, with a dangerous 7 out of 10, for his unbridled lust drips poisons into my deepest fears. Five, the corrupt Duke Harlon, with a malevolent 6 out of 10, for the threat he wields like a weapon against me.
Edgar's eyes gleamed cunningly as her list echoed the truth.
"Good girl, I now own you completely, a helpless slut, mine to fuck and control," he mused aloud with ruthless amusement.
Edgar tugged her toward a secluded room. Once inside, he commanded, "Disrobe and display those magnificent tits for my viewing pleasure." As Allison shrugged out of her dress, she hesitated, casting him a tentative glance, seeking guidance.
Edgar flipped her over and said doggie style @Big tits hissy fits collar @Slutty storyteller collar "Now, I want you to scream my name as I take your little cunt from behind, just loud enough to be heard through the walls. Let them all know the Headmaster's slut is finally getting properly fucked."
Allison gasped, her chest rising and falling as the degrading words slipped from Edgar's lips. His voice seeped into her, suffocating her innocence.
The dirtier he spoke, the more she wanted it—proving him right each step of the way. The pressure of pleasing him excited her but frightened her at the same time.
Allison, List 5 reasons you and Angela both have such strong feelings for Trent and rate them.
Allison paused, considering Edgar's request while recalling their shared history with Trent, and responded, "Ranked one to five: His unwavering morals, 10 out of 10. Talented songwriting, 8 out of 10. Intense eyes that ignite a desire deep down, 7 out of 10. The way he respects us, holding our own ambitions in high regard, 9 out of 10.
Edgar fucks Allison to 6 orgasms, she feels owned and he cums on her face. He tells her to walk out to the balcony so passerby's might see her like that. She reacts.
"Say it, take that cumshot like a good fucking slut."
Edgar commanded with an imposing grin as he watched her shiver in delight.
Allison's breath caught for a moment, a surge of want and vulnerability swelling within her as she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue like the saucy whore she was becoming.
"That's a good cocksucker," Edgar said, admiration gleaming in his eyes as he blew his load all over her waiting face. "Swallow it all, greedy bitch."
Allison gulped it down hungrily, savoring the taste of his seed on her tongue.
Edgar then said, I am going to cast a suggestion spell on a woman and have her satisfy previous sexual partners, possibly an ex who was a jerk. List 4 candidates for this and rate them including yourself.
Allison listed her suggestions in descending order, rating on a scale of 1 to 10, with personal score at the end:
1. Emily, a short-tempered spitfire with D cups who's always trying to outshine Angela in everything from sex scandals to battle strategy. Emily scores 8 out of 10, with her striking confidence and seductive spirit.
2. Theresa, a mysterious artist with a kinky taste for latex and roleplay, hiding darker secrets than her vibrant paintings show.
She scores a whopping 9 out of 10 for her talents in titillating my sense of curiosity. Sarah, an anxious, shy sorceress with a weakness for bad boys, always seeking approval and validation, especially from men. Despite her lack of self-esteem, she has raw, untamed sexual power she's just waiting to unleash on the right partner. I rate her a well-earned 7 out of 10.
Allison rate you and Angela for candidates for this.
Allison considered her options carefully. With a mischievous grin, she offered her rankings.
1. Allison, 8 out of 10, she'll be the most cooperative and will work diligently, despite her performance anxiety and self-doubt at times. Angela, 7 out of 10, she can be vindictive and her competitive nature will add a kinky edge to the spell's intentions.
Edgar nodded thoughtfully. "A fair assessment indeed," he smirked.
"I believe you've earned yourself a prize for your honesty, dear Allison. Now rate and rank 5 of your previous sexual partners as canidates for this, the more awkward the better. Bonus points if they called you names or cheated on you.
Allison paused, a sly smile creeping across her lips. "Okay, let's see, Master. Ranked to order, including my ratings:"
1. "Trevor, the jock who took my virginity in high school, nicknamed me Whore all the time and dumped me right after. I'll give him a 9 for always making me feel cheap and used." "Then there's Mark, my ex-boyfriend who cheated on me with his brother's wife.
I despise him but still have some lingering curiosity. I rate him a daring 8."
" "Next is Roger, who kept demanding threesomes and called my best friend a better fuck than me; we had a messy break-up. I give him a mischievous 7."
" "Moving on, there's Tim—an aggressive asshole that dominated me in bed, always laughing about it afterwards.
I can give him a 6 for being painful and insensitive.""
Allison had finally listed out every horrid ex-lover and their inaccurate nicknames she had grown to hate but had yet to get her requested back massage. Edgar didn't waste a second showing his appreciation for her honesty. All of a sudden, some cobweb-covered furniture came to life, finally allowing them to sit down.
Edgar plucked at the strings of his lute as he began playing a slow, deliberate melody designed to relax Allison and any other person nearby. Tim came out from behind a curtain. He said Allison you dumb bitch suck me off, every 10 sucks I will spit in your face. She reacts.
Allison looked up at Tim, her brown eyes wide in shock for a mere moment before she capitulated to her role as the submissive slut. She sank to her knees, the lush velvet carpet brushing against her bare skin. The slight rug burns only heightened her arousal.
"Tim, you dumb motherfucker, I'll make your cock hard in ways you couldn't even imagine," Allison purred, a wicked smile playing at the corners of her lips.
She was eager to prove herself, even if it meant pleasuring someone who had previously torn her heart to shreds.
Edgar handed Tim the blindfold, allowing him to indulge in full sensory deprivation while Allison went down on him. He secured it oh-so-tightly around Tim's eyes, making sure he couldn't see a single thing.
"Now, take off your pants, you pathetic worm," Allison hissed, her words dripping with a newfound malice that made Tim shiver.
Edgar prodded her on with a playful smack to her ass. "Don't be shy, Allison. I know you've missed serving a worthy lord of the cock."
Allison undid Tim's belt, her nimble fingers unbuttoning and unzipping his fly. She pushed his pants down, gasping as his impressive erection sprang forth.
"Now, Tim, don't maul my slut's mouth too much," Edgar warned, settling into a chair nearby to enjoy the spectacle before him.
"Take it like the good bitch she is, Allison. Remember who you really belong to."
Allison moaned around Tim's shaft, the reminder sending a flood of shameless desire through her. She let her mind blur—grazing her teeth along his shaft, feeling an odd sense of satisfaction when his hips jerked forward.
With a devious smile, she glanced at Edgar and recalled each degrading name Trevor had used behind her back. It was time to put her ex in his place while proving herself worthy.
With each suck, she could feel her pride dissolving, submitting more readily to the growing craving for sexual release.
Edgar said, "Ten strokes, then spit in her face. Let your disgust fuel her pleasure."
As Tim complied, Allison glimpsed the sinister joy in Edgar's expression, his eyes briefly meeting hers. She knew Edgar reveled in every vile word that dripped from Tim's lips.
The perverted delight on his face told her all she needed to know.
Edgar snapped his fingers, demanding her full attention, his eyes gleaming devilishly. "Next, undress and reveal those big tits; your ex deserves a personal show before getting his reward."
Eager to please, Allison started to unbutton her blouse, letting it fall open. She reached behind, unclasping her bra, before shrugging the fabric off her shoulders, freeing her heavy breasts. Edgar grinned in approval as she cupped and bounced them for Tim's benefit.
Allison couldn't help but feel the sick thrill and a profound sense of vulnerability as her ex took in her near-naked form.
The next moment, Edgar's voice pierced through her lustful haze. "Now, suck your ex's cock on camera; we need that dirty mind of yours to provide a running commentary! Three, two, one."
She swallowed him whole and started speaking as if doing a lewd play-by-play at an X-rated sports event.
"Alright, boys and girls, gather 'round to watch the whore of a lifetime! Watch as she chokes on her ex's cock, really making it gag and slobber all over her face and tits!"
Tim's orgasm crashed into him, causing him to shout and thrust wildly. Allison's eyes widened in a really, as she worked him to the finish line.
Finally, she pulled back, looking up at Edgar, who nodded for her to swallow the last drops of him down.
Clutching her own throat, she did as he instructed, the taste of him still bitter from the spit now pooling and adding a different sort of tang to his saltiness.
"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" Edgar asked rhetorically. "In fact, I'll bet you're already getting used to the idea of servicing these, um, unsavory sorts of characters—aren't you?"
He walked around her slowly, dragging a single tapered fingernail down her back. "I wonder who could be next?
List 6 boundries you would have a hard time crossing and rank and rate them.
Allison shuffled nervously as she presented her list, rankings ranging from 1 to 10. "Being peed on, I could not stomach it—rated 10," she stated resolutely.
Edgar grinned at her candor, raising his eyebrows suggestively. "Noted. Next?"
"Having a sexual partner call me such names as whore or bitch in my daily life," Allison answered, cringing slightly.
"I'd give that a 9 out of 10 in terms of boundaries I'd struggle to cross."
"What about having a sexual partner sexually dominating me in public?" Edgar asked, leaning back as he strummed his lute.
"A public romp might net a solid 8 out of 10 for me.
The humiliation factor would be a massive turn-on," Allison replied, her cheeks tingeing pink at the thought.
List 5 names it would be an issue to be called in your daily life and rate and rank them.
Allison blushed and stuttered, running her finger over a sheet of paper. "One-three-four..." she muttered, as Edgar leaned towards her, intrigued by her reaction.
Edgar smiled slyly, "Come now, slut. I want my scribe to cooperate willingly. What names would embarrass you or make you feel small? I'd like to know whom I'm dealing with, after all."
Her shaking fingers scrawled five into the air as Edgar asserted his dominance.
"Very well, count down from five while calling yourself a stupid fucking whore. I want you to show me your eagerness to comply," Edgar demanded, not unkindly, but with a sternness that sent sparks of arousal through her core.
As she did, embarrassment and horniness warred within her, a heady mix that only heightened her desire to be used by him. When she reached one, and said those cruel words aloud, she could immediately sense his satisfaction. "Good girl," he commended.
"Now, have you ever heard any truly insightful comebacks as you let a man fuck your brains out?" Edgar pondered aloud as he lounged comfortably on an overstuffed leather armchair. Allison, flushed and panting, lay sprawled out on the plush rug at his feet, starry-eyed and desperate.
Well Allison I need a girl that I can call a bitch or a slut when their tits are out and would you rather it be you or Angela?
I'm asking you sincerely rather than boss you around, so please answer honestly."
Allison glanced at him with wide, stunned eyes, but she quickly regained her composure and responded, "I'd rather be the one for you, Master."
"Good whore, you may now present your beautifully bound tits to me and address yourself as my bitch!" ordered Edgar, his eyes ablaze with desire.
Without hesitation, the once-innocent Allison unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off her shoulders.
You are a great fuck, and if there are things you might rather have another girl do then rank and rate 6.
Threesomes and 7. Facials. Also, rank 8. Spanking and you. 9. Eating your ass. And 10. Fucking your ass bareback and rating all on a scale from 1 to 10, 1 being completely out of the question, and 10 being very open to it.
Allison hesitated but with timid hands, she proceeded to unhook her bra, letting her large full tits tumble out as she bit her lips in anticipation of Edgar's forthcoming verdict.
I don't need to eat your ass or fuck it but I need someone who takes facials once or twice a week.
List 5 things you want me to do with Angela and rate them.
Blushing and feeling a mixture of excitement and embarrassment at the idea, Allison shakily listed and rated her fantasies:
"1. Double blowjob with Angela on Master Edgar - 10/10
"2. Watching you fuck Angela's tight, young cunt - 9/10
"3. All three of us enjoying a squirt-filled threesome - 8/10
When I want really rough stuff or dirty talk do you want me to go with you or her?
Would you rather be her bitch or you be the bitch?
Allison grins at Angela, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she picks up Edgar's challenge. "I'd rather be your bitch any day," she purrs provocatively, rolling her hips invitingly. Edgar chuckles and claps his hands together, admiring the cutsie display of submission from Allison. Meanwhile, Angela rolls her eyes willingly but cannot contain the smirk that plays on her lips.
"Oh, for fuck's sake, Allison. You're such a fucking slut," she snorts, cracking a lewd grin at him. "I'd love to be his slut, boss him around a bit, make him my personal fuck toy," she responds suggestively.
Edgar grins widely as Angela settles into a chair and extends her legs languidly. "You have a point there, Angela. She is a saucepot ready to boil over at any moment," he says, playing up to her aggressive attitude.