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intercom.
    Neenah lay back down on the rug and Keera dug through the box for another toy to use.
    The afternoon session went along similar to the first, with Keera doing everything possible to coax an orgasm from Neenah, and Neenah doing everything feasible to keep from coming for as long as possible. Neenah astonishingly managed to maintain enough control that she only came once before Master’s voice interrupted and told them the training was over for the day. Neenah was very glad that Master had disrupted the session because she had been on the verge of exploding with a massive orgasm. Even after Keera stopped the stimulation, Neenah’s pussy and clit throbbed from the need to cum.
    Keera gathered up the toys and left the room, walking very slowly. Master’s voice sounded once again over the intercom, “You did very well today Neenah. I could tell when I stopped the session that you were very close to coming. You may please yourself to get relief if you choose.”
    Neenah was very tired from the day’s or deal and had no intention of coming again, but her body had other ideas. Her pussy and clit continued to throb, causing Neenah to squirm, unable to keep still.
    “Oh fuck it,” Neenah muttered and leaned back on one arm while putting the other between her legs to stroke her pussy. This was the first time that she had ever touched herself there for any reason other than bathing, and she took her time exploring the area. Little tingles shot through her pussy as she stroked her puffy lips, dragging the middle finger of her hand from her pussy opening up to her clit as her other fingers followed alongside, stroking her swollen labia.
    She stretched her legs out some, planting her feet firmly on the floor and spreading her knees wide apart. Finding that stroking the clit brought hot shocks of pleasure, Neenah stopping stroking up and down her slit and began playing only with her clit, rubbing and stroking the sensitive nub. Her pussy throbbing with the need to be filled, Neenah lay on her back and used her other hand to finger fuck herself, thrusting at first with one finger and then adding a second as her arousal grew. Her hips bucked off the floor as her fingers stroked and thrust faster, her body trembling on the verge of release.
    As the pleasure built to a powerful climax, her hips rose feverishly to meet the fingers slamming into her wet pussy. Loud moans echoed in the room as she wantonly masturbated, pushing another finger into her slippery pussy as she stroked her swollen clit. Her body shuddered as the orgasm crashed through her, fingers still pumping furiously into her pussy.
    Coming down from her high, she slowed the thrusts of her fingers, then pulled them out and looked wonderingly at the juices that dripped from them. Curiously, she brought them to her mouth, speculating about how her juices would taste. She tentatively licked her fingers and found that the taste was not unpleasant. Fingers entered her mouth, and she sucked off the rest of the juices wondering if all women tasted the same or if each woman had her own distinct flavor. She wondered the same thing about men. Would all men’s cum taste the same as Master’s or was each different? She had a feeling that she would find out the answer to both of those questions in the future.
    Soon after, the third slave girl entered the room carrying Neenah’s supper. Neenah wanted to ask the girl her name but was not sure if talking to another new slave was allowed, so she remained silent. She quickly ate her food, then laid the tray off to the side and stretched out on the rug.
    She wished she had a blanket to cover up with as her body began to shiver, chilled from the cooling sweat. As she lay there drowsily, waiting for the lights to click off, she realized that the room was getting warmer. She remembered that Keera told her the rooms here were temperature controlled, so she figured that there must be sensors that activated the heated or cooled air when