Things began to get difficult immediately. My mind went blank as I looked into Kaitlyn's eyes and tried to ignore Marta's desperate whimperings.

"Don't worry David," she said sweetly, "I'll help you out."

I looked up at her with a mixture of desperation and fear, which brought a smile to her lips.

She reached down and wrapped her delicate fingers around my wrist and slowly drew my hand up along the underside of my cock, "But if I'm going to help you David," she said softly, "you'll have to keep it moving."

I let out a small whimper which seemed to please her.

"Tell me David, how long have you known you were like this?" she asked in a soft, quiet voice.

I hestitated at first, falling back into a defensive mode until finally, the combination of her beautiful face watching me and the stroking of my cock made me confess, "As long as I can remember. All my life. Always."

She smiled, "All your life," she taunted, "poor baby. I bet there were lots of girls you would have liked to have tie you up and tease you. But you never asked them did you?"

I shook my head.

"You'll have to speak up, David," she told me, her voice growing a touch impatient.

"No, I never asked them."

"Who was your first crush David? The first one you never asked, but who you admired from afar?"

I blushed deeply, "Eighth grade," I whispered, feeling my cock grow harder, "Her name was Stacy."

Kaitlyn's smile grew sinister. "And did you used to masturbate thinking about Stacy?"

I nodded, and softly admitted that I had.

"Just like you are doing now," she said.

I closed my eyes tight, "Yes," I said, "just like I am doing now."

"And what did you imagine Stacy doing to you?"

My embarrassment was growing more intense by the minute. Marta's squirming got my attention as she pleaded with me through her gag to keep talking.

As I started to talk and continued to stroke, I felt myself loosen up, to grow more and more open. Soon, words were flowing out of me, without thought, I closed my eyes and began confessing all of my deepest, darkest fantasies, fetishes, and desires.

I told her every fantasy I had ever had, every crush, every desire. My stroking gradually became slower as I squirmed and twisted, so caught up in my erotic desires that I lost contact with everything around me.

I was snapped out of it by an overwhelming sensation of pleasure, a sense of an approaching orgasm I didn't know if I could stop or control.

Kaitlyn was laughing now, she knew my predicament. I could hear Marta's horrified wails coming from the horse, where she was starting to bob up and down frantically, her poor tired legs unable to sustain her body weight for more than a few seconds at a time.

"Please, Kaitlyn," I begged, "please let me cum."

She smiled, "David, you know you can cum any time you want. It's just that poor Marta will have to pay for it."

"No, no, no, no, no," I repeated to myself over and over again.

"Besides, who gave you permission to stop talking?" she added, with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh please, please, help me." I whimpered.

"OK, David, I know you've had your eye on me for a long time, since the first day of work I am guessing. Do you ever think about me when you masturbate?"

I nodded, looking away, feeling my cheeks flush.

Her voice turned patronizing once again, "Awwwww, Kaitlyn's little masturbator."

I squirmed, trying to avoid her gaze.

"Say it," she barked, her voice turning colder.

"I'm," I hesitated, "I'm Kaitlyn's little masturbator."

Her finger touched my chin, gently directing my head forward, looking deep into my eyes, she told me, "Again. This time looking at me."

I opened my eyes, looking into hers, "I'm your little masturbator."

She smiled and giggled.

I looked up at the clock, and saw that it was nearly six, my session was almost over, if I could just keep in control for ten more minutes.

"David," Kaitlyn asked, softly, "Do you remember all the things you told me?"

"Yes," I said, then pausing to reconsider, "No, um, I don't know."

"You admitted to some very bizarre things David," she said, giggling, "some very bizarre things."

I turned beet red, images of me twisting on the brink of orgasm, blurting out fetishes and fantasies that I had kept as dark secrets for years, even decades.

Kaitlyn reached down, her hand touching my blushing cheek, "And I am going to use each and everyone of them." She was looking at me with a kind of sorrow in her eyes, a kindness which began to scare me.

"I am afraid you have let me inside your head David," her smile returned, "and now it is going to be impossible to get me out."

Kaitlyn looked behind her at the wall. I raised my head, seeing the clock, which read 6:05.

"Are you going to cum for me David?"

I began stroking harder and faster, feeling the orgasm swell inside me. I could hear Marta wailing and moaning, frantically trying to get my attention, but it was too late.

Kaitlyn had leaned down and whispered in my ear in her most sultry tone, "I know all your dirty little secrets."

With those words, my whole body stiffened and I exploded, spewing hot cum all over my stomach and chest. My orgasm seemed to last forever, growing ever more intense as Kaitlyn watched and Marta squealed and moaned in her agony.

As I came, everything that had been building for two days seemed to drain from me, leaving me exhausted, drained and spent. All I wanted to do was get into the shower, go home and sleep.

Kaitlyn leaned over me, running her finger tip through the pool of cum that had formed on my belly and chest. She scooped a bit up and raised it to my mouth.

"Time to clean up, David," she said as she pressed her cum coated finger into my mouth. I scrunched up my face, tasting my own cum. Her hand continued to scoop up my hot cum and feed it to me. I pleaded with her to stop.

Kaitlyn smiled softly. "I know you aren't feeling all submissive and horny, David. But that's just too bad. You need to clean up the mess you made."

Her hand approached my lips again.

"This isn't negotiable. Now open up."

She smiled a soft smile, "I bet you are feeling a touch of regret."

I looked at her puzzled, unsure of what she meant, I reluctantly licked at her palm and sucked on each finger, unsure of what to make of the strange sensation and taste in my mouth.

"All those things you told me," she said laughing.

Her expression turned serious for a moment, "You are such a pervert David." I felt like she was scolding me.

I looked at her horrified. "Oh God, Kaitlyn," I whimpered, finding it hard to look at her, "don't do this to me, please."

"Some of the things you said, David," her tone grew proper, "Oh my!"

I leaned back, feeling helpless and defeated, my eyes tearing up.

Kaitlyn leaned over me, her body pressing against mine as she reached for something beside the bed.

"Now let's see," she said, holding up my watch so I could see the face. It read ten of six.

"What's going on?" I asked, frightened. "The clock on the wall? It said it was after six!"

"Oh? Did it?" Kaitlyn said matter of factly, "It tends to run a little fast."

Marta burst into tears, frantically squirming on the horse, deperately trying to free herself.

Kaitlyn looked at me with a surprised expression, "Oh Dear," she said, "I guess that means Marta's not going anywhere for a while. Poor thing. You really should have asked about the clock, David."

"No, please," I begged, "Let her go, please."

"I'm sorry David. There is nothing that can be done."

I looked over at Marta who was still trying to free herself, her body resting almost entirely on the metal rounded spikes now.

"I am soooo sorry," I said to her, "I didn't know."

Marta's look was full of rage and it wasn't directed where I expected it. She wasn't mad at Kaitlyn, she was mad at me.

"Don't worry David," Kaitlyn told me, "there will plenty of opportunities for the two of you to work things out."

Her hand returned to my cock, which had grown incredibly sensative in the wake of my orgasm. Much to my surprise, it began to grow hard again at her touch.

"Very good, David," she said, as if I was a small boy.

"I hope you enjoyed your orgasm, because you won't get to do that very often. But now that I know all sorts of other things about you, I am sure that keeping you nice and hard won't be a problem."

She smiled and I felt myself slipping back into my submission.

She unlocked my ankles and help me stand up beside the bed.

"Come with me, David. I have all sorts of things to show you."

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