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girl…You are so wet….”
    He slipped something out of his pocket, and I saw that it was a vibrator. Turning it on, he rubbed her eager, exposed sex with it, and I saw her muscles clench as she let out a long low open mouthed moan. He slid the vibrator into her, and while she tried in vain to rock her hips against it, he worked and tormented her until she whimpered and writhed, suspended and vulnerable.
    “Do you see how hard she is concentrating? She has redirected her focus to distract herself,” he explained, continuing to stroke her wet sex.
    “Lexi – tell us what you’re thinking right now….” Master Ethan requested into her ear while the hand not wielding the vibrator, he massaged her breasts.
    “Atlanta…Georgia….” she panted, her eyes closed tight, and her brow furrowed in concentration. “Springfield … Illinois… Albany…New…York….” For her to speak took a great deal of effort. He pulled her hard against his chest and spoke to her.
    “You are such a good girl, my Lexi. You please your master so well. Come for me, angel,” he murmured, I watched, enthralled as she bit her lip unconsciously, and even I could watch her focus shift, her face relaxed, and she focused on the sensations now. Within seconds, her body began to shudder and I saw her overexcited sex begin to spasm around the vibrator. Crying out in sheer pleasure, and thanks for her master, her head fell back onto his shoulder, her back arched. As her cries subsided, and she began to calm, he removed the vibrator and set it on a nearby table.
    Then, he addressed me, “Training yourself to prolong your pleasure and delay your orgasm makes the release itself more intense. You must find something non-sexual that you can focus on to delay your orgasm, Jayden. You want to keep what happened last night from happening again, don’t you?”
    “Yes, Master Ethan,” I said fervently. Never again did I want to suffer his displeasure. I thought hard about things that I could use to refocus, to distract myself from the physical pleasure in order to gain affection instead of degradation. Thinking about Lexi’s example, it would be better to select something that I could name systematically, but something I had to think about. Counting wouldn’t work, for example, because it would not distract me. Something geographic, like Lexi – that would work. Then I had it.
    “Have you thought of something that you can use? Are you ready to show me that you can control yourself?” I nodded, and he motioned for me to sit on a nearby table where he pushed me down, cuffing my wrists to the head of the table, my ankles to the bottom. Next to the table, he stood stroking my erection with his warm hands, no gel this time, just the liquid seeping through the tip. Spreading the liquid over the head, he rubbed it with his palm eliciting a deep open mouthed groan from me. From base to top, he stroked me with his other hand, and I nearly whimpered from pleasure as he continued pumping me while he watched my face intently. What he was looking for, I wasn’t sure. This continued for several minutes until the feeling became too intense, then I knew it was time for my plan. I closed my eyes and recited in my head:
    Kentucky – Border State
    Tennessee – Confederacy
    His hands picked up tempo, and I locked my jaw, concentrating hard on my list and trying not to feel the perfect pleasure he was forcing through me.
    Indiana – Union
    Illinois – Union
    Virginia – Confederacy
    Unconsciously, I started to move my hips against his hands, thrusting my hard cock up into them. My master’ hands on me, working me for his own ends felt unbelievable, and I briefly wondered if he would take me.
    South Carolina – Confederacy
    New York – Union
    Delaware – Union
    I continued to fight hard to stay in control until he released me abruptly. At first, I thought I’d done something wrong. But, he leaned down and kissed my forehead, stroking my hair.
    “Beautiful,