Chapter 16
Confessions
The restaurant was empty. All of France was at home, watching the national soccer team play Greece for a place in the semi-finals. The soccer fans would probably dine a little later tonight. Right now, we had the restaurant to ourselves.
As expected, Ramon had agreed to my suggestion to try the Korean barbecue restaurant which had opened recently in the neighbourhood. The restaurant had been Caroline's idea; I knew as little about Korean food as Ramon. Just like Caroline had told me, each table was located in its own little booth. Bead curtains at the entrance to the dimly-lit stalls added to the sense of privacy. Circular, gas-fired grills, looking like perforated iron domes, were set into the low tables. Guests were encouraged to remove their shoes before they accommodated themselves on the cushions on either side of the table.
The explanations on the menu were not very informative and the waitress, dressed in the traditional costume of her country, although eager to help, had only a limited command of the French language. In the end we left it up to her to choose the dishes for us. We only specified that we wanted a meal for two people with a healthy appetite.
As soon as we had placed our order, I made my excuses and left our booth in search of the toilet. I had only walked two steps when I bumped into Caroline.
"Jacqueline!" she shrieked, loud enough to be heard in the entire restaurant. "You're in Paris! Didn't you say you were going to spend the weekend with your parents?"
I mumbled something about a change of plan.
"What a coincidence," Caroline observed, "The two of us in the same restaurant, each one at her own table. Why don't you come and join me?"
"Sorry, Caroline, I can't. I'm not here on my own."
"Oh, I see," she exclaimed. "You brought a colleague from the university to keep you company. Is she pretty?"
Without waiting for an answer she poked her head through the bead curtain to see who was in there. She withdrew her head immediately, saying, "Sorry, wrong booth."
Turning to me, she whispered, much louder than necessary, "There's a man in there! Didn't you tell me you weren't into men?"
Her acting skills surprised me. I had not expected her to play her part so convincingly.
"Jacqueline," came Ramon's voice from inside the booth, "Why don't you invite your friend to join us for dinner? There's always room for another person at our table." It sounded more like an order than an invitation.
Caroline winked at me as I lead her into the booth. I returned to my place and Caroline sat next to me, facing Ramon diagonally across the table. Their hands barely touched when I did the introductions. They greeted each other with the cool politeness that is normally reserved for strangers and enemies.
"Have you ordered yet, Mademoiselle?" Ramon inquired.
Caroline said she had only just arrived and Ramon called the waitress. Caroline asked, "Are you having the bulgogi?" We had no idea what we were going to eat, but the waitress confirmed that we were, indeed, going to have the bulgogi.
"In that case," Caroline told the waitress, "I'll have the same they have ordered. Just bring an extra portion of everything."
As soon as the waitress had left, Ramon turned towards Caroline. "Excuse me for being nosey, Mademoiselle, but I couldn't help overhearing your conversation. It seems that you know Jacqueline quite well."
"Oh, yes," Caroline said emphatically. "We've met regularly ever since she took me to Le Chambre Séparée."
I could see Ramon flinch when Caroline mentioned the prime adult entertainment venue. He probably had already suspected that this wasn't a tea-and-biscuits friendship, but now he was certain.
"When was that?" he asked.
"October eighth of last year," Caroline answered. "And how long have you known her, Monsieur?"
"I've been dating Jacqueline since the fifth of July, that's almost a year ago."
I was stunned. These two people remembered the exact day when they first met me. And neither of them had to think hard to come up with the respective date. It dripped off their tongues without hesitation, like they might remember their mothers' birthday or the date of the storming of the Bastille. Did this mean I mattered to these two people, that my presence actually made a difference?
"Dating?" Caroline asked. "Does that mean you are ...," she hesitated for a moment, "... intimate?"
"Yes, it does," Ramon confirmed. "How about you?"
"Most certainly."
Caroline looked at me. "I can't tell you how mad I am at you, Jacqueline. You told me you weren't interested in men and gave me this story about having to visit your parents every weekend. And now it turns out that you've had a relationship even before we met. And it looks like your boyfriend didn't know about me either. It appears that you've been cheating on both of us. You ought to have your bottom thrashed until it turns purple!"
Obviously furious with me, Caroline turned to Ramon. "Will you spank her, Monsieur, or will you allow me to do it?"
"Seeing that my rights are of longer standing, I will make sure she'll get the punishment she deserves. I'm not a big fan of spanking or other forms of physical punishment, though. I believe there are better, more efficient means."
"May I be present when it happens, Monsieur?"
"That's part of my plan," Ramon promised. "By the way, there is no need to keep calling me 'Monsieur'. My name is Ramon."
"Caroline," Caroline said and held out her hand. As they shook hands this time, I could sense an electric spark, the exchange of erotic energy between them. They held the handshake for much longer than necessary, their eyes locked into each other, as if they wanted to erase their first, hostile, handshake.
"Ramon," Caroline repeated. She seemed to be thinking aloud. "That's not a very common name. You wouldn't be Ramon, the fashion designer?"
When Ramon confirmed that he was indeed the fashion designer, Caroline was ecstatic. "How exciting! I'm wearing one of your creations at this very moment."
Caroline unbuttoned her blouse and revealed a magnificent lacy bra. If the garment was intended to conceal the beauty of her full breasts, then it failed miserably to accomplish its task. The stiffness of her nipples betrayed Caroline's excitement.
When the waitress arrived carrying a tray laden with a multitude of small dishes, Caroline buttoned her blouse hastily. I could tell from Ramon's face that he had enjoyed Caroline's little show of exhibitionism and was sorry that she cut it short.
The waitress showed us how we could control the temperature of the grill and demonstrated how to cook the food to our liking. Caroline assured her that she was an old hand at Korean food and would show us the ropes.
"Well," Ramon said, "Let's enjoy our meal first. Then, I suggest, we all go to my apartment. There I will make love to my most beautiful customer, and afterwards I'll decide what measures to take to get this juvenile delinquent straightened out."
Caroline didn't say a word. She simply lowered her eyelids a little and bowed her head in agreement. I was sure that the wetness of her pussy was already seeping through her panties.
Ramon turned to me. "I'm just as mad at you as your friend, Jacqueline. Since I met you for the first time, I haven't touched any other woman. I felt I owed you this much respect. I want you to know that it hurt me deeply to find out that you did not find it necessary to exercise the same restraint. Tonight, you will watch me make love to your friend. This will be part of your punishment."
I ate my meal in silence, speaking only when either Ramon or Caroline addressed me, looking down on my plate, not daring to lift my head. The two, however, kept a lively conversation going, exchanging information about themselves, praising the quality of the food, talking about their favourite restaurants, music they liked, books they had read. They behaved exactly like two people on their first date.
I had been on an emotional roller coaster ever since Ramon invited Caroline to join us. There were so many conflicting messages, I didn't know what to expect. Ramon had spoken of his rights. Did this mean he had finally accepted his ownership of me?
The two had been talking about me in my presence without addressing me directly, something I used to hate as a child. It had always made me angry when adults passed judgement about me over my head: 'Jacqueline is a good pupil but she's a little too quiet. She needs to mix more with her classmates.' Now Ramon had commented on me like he was talking about a badly behaved child.
I noticed that Ramon hadn't asked Caroline if she wanted to go to bed with him, he had just told us he was going to make love to her. This was very similar to what happened when he met me the first time. Was he thinking of dumping me and putting Caroline in my place? But he had called me a 'juvenile delinquent'. That would indicate that he put my failings down to my immaturity. He had also talked about getting me straightened out. If he planned to dump me then there was no need to straighten me out. I took his comment as I sign that he planned to continue our relationship.
Caroline was playing her role magnificently. The way she had faked surprise when Ramon revealed his identity was worthy of an Oscar nomination. I had to admit that she deserved her prize, a night with Ramon. But what did he mean when he said there were more efficient means of punishment than spanking? What did he have in store for me?
Only once did their conversation return to me, or rather to the punishment I was going to receive. Caroline asked, "Why don't you approve of spanking as a form of punishment?"
"Our body has very sophisticated mechanisms to avoid or reduce pain. When a part of the body is beaten repeatedly over a long period, that part becomes insensitive to pain. Sometimes the body just learns to ignore the pain, sometimes the skin actually thickens. The calluses on labourer's hands are an example of this. The skin of Jacqueline's bottom - and I'm sure yours too - is as smooth and soft as that of sun-ripened peach. I don't want it to become like the rind of a lemon. That would be a crime against female beauty.
"That doesn't mean I would never spank Jacqueline, or let her feel the bite of a whip. I just don't consider spanking the first and most effective option.
"Jacqueline's bottom is not responsible for her sins - her mind is. She's allowed the desire for sexual pleasure to dominate her. Satisfying her lust has become more important than respecting the people who care for her. We have to re-educate her mind, teach her that she is paying too high a price, that sex without affection isn't worth disappointing those who love her."
On the way to the apartment I was relegated to the backseat while Caroline sat next to Ramon in the front. I noticed how eager she was to display her beautiful legs, but, just as on my first ride with Ramon, he didn't use the opportunity to feel her up.
As soon as we arrived in Ramon's apartment, he said, "Take of your clothes, Jacqueline."
I followed Ramon's instruction without hesitation. He brought a wastepaper basket from his studio and told me to put my clothes into it.
"This basket will stay here, in the entrance hall. From now on, you will remove all your clothes as soon as you arrive and only put them back on when you leave. You will remain naked as long as you are here. Only under special circumstances will you be permitted to cover yourself."
Ramon lead Caroline into the sitting room and told her to make herself at home while he was 'taking care' of me. He got a straight-backed chair without armrests from the kitchen and carried it to the raised platform. There he told me to sit down on the chair, facing the bed. From a bag in his wardrobe he produced several pieces of rope and tied my arms behind my back and then fastened them to the chair back. Then he made me spread my legs, pulled them back and tied each ankle to one of the hind legs of the chair. This left me in a position where I was unable to move and my breasts and pussy were pushed forward.
Ramon made sure I was immobilized, but took care not to interrupt the flow of blood to my hands and feet. I did not offer any resistance to his tying me up. How could I? He had finally started to give me orders and had talked about punishing me. This was what I had wanted for such a long time! Even though, I couldn't help feeling apprehensive about what he was planning to do to me. Ramon said, "I love you, Jacqueline. I'm doing this for your own good," and gave me a kiss on the mouth.
This demonstration of affection was much too short, much too fleeting. I wanted to follow his lips as they moved away from me but the ties kept me back. The ropes cutting into my wrists and arms as I tried to move forward brought it home to me that this wasn't a game of make-believe. I was tied up for real.
Having dealt with me, Ramon returned to the living area and apologized to Caroline for having left her on her own. I couldn't see them from where I was tied up, but I could hear every word they spoke. Ramon offered Caroline a drink but she declared she only wanted to drink the kisses from his lips. Nevertheless, she accepted a glass of Champagne to celebrate their lucky encounter. Caroline said, "Don't be too harsh on Jacqueline. If it wasn't for her, we might never have met."
There was a long silence - the kind of silence I associated with a tight embrace and a long passionate kiss - then they both came up the stairs towards the bed. They were both still fully dressed, only the top buttons of Caroline's blouse and Ramon's shirt were undone. It made me reflect on the fact that I had hardly ever made it up these stairs with any item of clothing still in place. I wondered why Ramon hadn't completely undressed Caroline before carrying her up the stairs. I soon realized what the reason was: he wanted me to watch them undress each other.
That was exactly what they did. They made a show of removing each other's clothes amidst showers of kisses and caresses. When Caroline was down to her underwear, Ramon stepped back and exclaimed, "This is frightening! I didn't know you when I designed this set, yet it looks as if it had been made especially for you."
Caroline blushed. "That's just a lucky coincidence. After all, women's bodies aren't that different from one another."
I had to admit that Caroline looked exceptionally sexy in her underwear. But then she always did. She probably knew that her body was just made to bring out the best in Ramon's creations - and Ramon's creations were made to enhance the beauty of her sensual body. That's why she had such a large collection of sexy lingerie and couldn't stop looking at herself in the mirror. My only regret was that today it wouldn't be me who would peel these lacy nothings off her.
When Caroline was completely naked, she helped Ramon shed his clothes and they started to caress each other in earnest. I heard Caroline gasp in anticipation when she saw Ramon's impressive cock, rock hard and ready for action.
To watch these two beautiful people make love was a magnificent spectacle. I saw Ramon's gentle but determined hands, which I had felt so many times on my body, caress Caroline. I saw her offering her proud, stiff nipples to his mouth and watched him accept the offer. I saw her long, slender legs wrap around his hips as he thrust his cock into her wet hole.
Ramon was absolutely spot on when he decided what the most cruel form of punishment for me would be. Oh, how I wanted to join the two on the bed, if only to lie next to Caroline and comfort her as I listened to her moans! How I wished that it were me lying on that bed, that it were my nipples being sucked, that it were my pussy being fucked. I would have accepted any role in their love play without hesitation. But I was condemned to remaining tied to the chair, unable to touch them or even myself.
I would have gladly accepted any other punishment, pain or humiliation. Nothing could be worse than being forced to watch the scenes which were unfolding before my eyes without anybody touching me, without being able to touch myself. The way I was tied up didn't even allow me to squeeze my thighs together to get some form of relief for my steaming hot pussy. I could feel my juices seep out of me, evidence of a desire that would not be satisfied.
Up till now, when I fantasized about being tied up, I always imagined it would happen to render me defenceless against attacks. Ironically, when it really happened, the purpose of the restraints was to make it impossible for me to pleasure myself.
Of course, nobody forced me to watch them. I could have closed my eyes and tried to erase what was happening in front of me from my mind. But how could I ignore the moans of desire, the gasps of surprise, the cries of approval? Even without seeing them, there was no way that my mind could think of anything but those two people making love in front of me.
Ramon was determined to make their pleasure and my torture last. Like on my first night with him, he fucked Caroline in every imaginable position. He licked her pussy, let her ride his cock, but he didn't come until Caroline was completely exhausted and begged him to come inside her.
When I woke up I was still tied to the chair. My head was slumped forward, resting on my chest, my neck and limbs were aching from having been in the same position for a long time. The sunlight coming through the large window told me that the new day had started some time ago.
What woke me was the fact that Caroline had sprung back into action. She had opened her eyes dreamily and spotted Ramon's huge early-morning erection right in front of her. Seeing his tool and deciding to give him a blowjob were two steps that followed each other logically. She winked at me as she fed on the huge cock, taking it as deep as possible into her mouth, licking its head. Ramon was soon awake and retaliated, burying his head between Caroline's thighs. The morning silence was soon interrupted by Caroline's moans and shouts.
When Ramon's cock erupted, Caroline directed the stream of his cum against her face and breasts so that in the end her face and upper body were covered with splashes of Ramon's semen. As I watched them, I felt my excitement rise. Looking down between my legs, I could see that yesterday's juices had dried and formed a crust on my pussy and the seat of the chair. New juices were mixing with the remainder of the previous night's output.
Caroline passed me on the way to the bathroom, flashing her cum-splattered tits and face right in front of me. I would have loved to lick Ramon's semen off her, but she wouldn't even give me that small satisfaction. It was all going to go down the drain.
As Caroline was splashing around in the bathtub, Ramon appeared with a business card in one hand, trailing the telephone on its long extension cord in the other. I couldn't think of any reason why he would bring the telephone into the bedroom, except that he wanted me to listen. He looked at me briefly and dialled a number.
"Marquis de Sade? Good morning, Sir. I hope I haven't chosen an inconvenient time to contact you. My name is Ramon. We met some time ago at Le Chambre Séparée and you gave me your card, saying I could contact you if I needed any advice on how to discipline my girlfriend."
Ramon paused for a moment, apparently he had been interrupted by the man on the other end of the line.
"Slave? Well no, I wouldn't exactly call her my slave."
There was another moment of silence while Ramon listened to the Marquis. "Okay, let's not get hung up on words, let's say she is my slave."
Apparently the 'Marquis' asked Ramon another question. Ramon looked at me and said, "Yes, she is in the same room and can hear me."
There was another pause. Then Ramon said, "If you wish. Hang on a moment," and left the room, carrying the telephone with him.
I could hear Ramon talk in his private bedroom and sometimes pause to listen, but I could not make out what he was saying. I felt an enormous satisfaction that he had taken the step to call the 'Marquis'. Everything I had longed for seemed to be happening, but somehow it didn't quite happen the way I had imagined. When Michel punished Roxy, he spanked her, but afterwards he fucked her like an animal. And this wild sex made the pain worthwhile for Roxy. My punishment so far consisted of getting me excited but denying me any form of satisfaction.
After his phone call, Ramon went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Caroline joined him there after her bath. I could hear the two of them talk, but understood only a part of what they were saying. Particularly Ramon kept his voice down. Caroline's voice came through clearer, particularly when she got excited.
"You're going to interrogate her? You mean like the Spanish Inquisition? How exciting! Can I watch?" I heard her say.
That bitch seemed to derive pleasure from my predicament! With friends like this, who needs enemies? But I retracted my judgement of her when I heard her plead with Ramon to be lenient, to show his greatness by forgiving me. This time I could hear most of Ramon's reply. It wasn't a question of forgiving, he had done that a long time ago, it was a question of helping me.
So there would be an interrogation? The Spanish Inquisition? I didn't think Ramon was capable of physical violence against a defenceless female. And in any case, the night I spent tied up, unable to satisfy myself, had already been more torture than I was able to take. I was ready to tell him whatever he wanted to know, to confess everything without him laying a finger on me.
The two finished their breakfast amidst laughter and kisses. Then they joined me in the bedroom and sat down on the bed facing me. Caroline was now wearing one of Ramon's flannel shirts. How beautiful she looked! She hadn't bothered closing any of the buttons which left the shirt hang half open down her front. Her pussy was on display and her breasts were barely covered. Looking at her reminded me of the many hours I had spent making love to this ravishing creature.
Ramon, who had put on his kimono, addressed me. "It seems that I haven't been paying enough attention to your needs. I did not understand your cry for attention and therefore I carry a large part of the blame for what you did. Caroline told me a little about the things the two of you got up to, but I want to hear it from your own lips."
I knew this was going to be a long and difficult confession. The scheme that Caroline and I had devised did not allow her to denounce me of any crimes other than those involving herself. As far as Ramon was concerned, she hadn't even known of his existence until yesterday. It was left up to me to come clean about my other escapades.
I started by talking about my roommate Arlette. My report of our 'schoolgirl sex' did not upset Ramon, he found it quite natural that these things happen between two young women sharing a room. Next I talked about Claude, Arlette's boyfriend who had a crush on Caroline, and how I had agreed to serve as bait to attract Caroline into his net.
This part of my story was new to Caroline and she promptly called me a 'deceiving little bitch' for having played such a trick on her. I continued my story, talking about the evening at Le Chambre Séparée, how I had misinterpreted Caroline's behaviour and left the night club deeply frustrated.
I was tempted to skip the episode with the beggar, but decided that I didn't want to start this new phase in our relationship with another batch of lies and half-truths. Ramon shook his head when I told him how I had paid the vagrant for eating my pussy. I concluded the report, telling Ramon how Caroline had contacted me to explain her behaviour, how we had felt a mutual attraction for each other and how we started an affair which consisted of weekly encounters for 'sex and salads' in Caroline's apartment.
"There's just one thing I don't understand," Ramon finally said. "Why didn't you tell me about this when it happened? Didn't you trust me enough? Did you think I wouldn't understand?"
"I thought you'd get upset if I told you I had sex with someone else, and I didn't want to hurt you. Also, I felt guilty about my insatiable appetite for sex. I didn't want you to get a bad opinion of me."
"But it's exactly because you're insatiable that I like you so much!" Ramon laughed. "Don't you know that?"
Ramon pondered for a moment. "There's something else I don't understand. How did you get into Le Chambre Séparée at such short notice?"
"I asked Michel to let us use his VIP box."
"Michel? But you hardly know him!"
I realized that the time had come to confess some more misdemeanours, including the one which had shocked Caroline so much that she found it appropriate to call me a slut. But rather than letting Ramon extract the truth piece by piece asking questions, I decided to tell him everything.
"I know him better than you think, but that's a long story," I started my narration. I talked about my desire to make my rear available to Ramon, my decision to ask Roxy for advice, her anal training course and my subsequent punishment.
"You let Michel spank your bare bottom?" Ramon interrupted my flow.
"Spank and belt," I confirmed. "He already spanked me once, when we went there together, remember? So it wasn't all that new to me."
"And you felt that he knew your bare bottom so well that you could ask him for a favour?"
There was some irritation in Ramon's voice. I felt inclined to stop my confession right there and omit the worst part. But my desire to clear my conscience once and for all made me say, "Yes, but he charged for it."
"He charged for it? How?"
I could see the apprehension in Ramon's face. Seeing how much this was going to hurt him made it even more difficult for me.
"I had to agree to let him spank me. One hundred swats with his hand and another hundred with his belt."
Ramon was aghast. "One hundred with his belt! Didn't that hurt?"
"It did. But it also turned me on. In the end I was so hot, I begged him to fuck me. And he did."
Ramon looked like he had been struck by lightning. Caroline put her arm around his shoulders to comfort him.
"Don't you know that Michel is my business partner? Of course, you do. How could you make him fuck you? How can I ever face him again on an equal footing, after I know that he's fucked my girlfriend?"
"You could fuck Roxy. I'm sure she'd enjoy it."
As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew this had been the wrong answer. If Ramon hadn't been angry before, now he was.
"Why? To match your foolishness? I'm not attracted to her. At least not enough to want to sleep with her. I don't just stick my cock into any woman just because I'm horny! With you, it seems that any cock will do when you're in heat."
There was a long silence. "Your problem is much bigger than I had imagined," Ramon said eventually. "It will take a lot of hard work to get you back on the right track."
Ramon got up from the bed and said that he had to go out to buy a few things. In the meantime Caroline would look after me. He gave her strict instructions not to allow me to touch myself. I was to be denied any sexual satisfaction until further notice.
After Ramon had left, Caroline went into the kitchen to get my breakfast. She spoon-fed me some fruit, gave me coffee to drink and cut everything else into small pieces which she put one by one into my mouth. She ignored my suggestion to untie me, at least one hand, to save her some work. Whenever something dropped and landed on my breasts, she licked it off me. Maybe she considered this a friendly gesture, but for me it was sheer hell. It increased my excitement without giving me any hope for relief. Possibly, this was exactly what she wanted to achieve.
One piece of croissant dropped down all the way and landed on one of my thighs. After she had lapped it up, Caroline exclaimed, "Shii, Jacqueline, your pussy smells of rotten fish."
That was the most embarrassing thing anybody had ever said to me in my entire life! I could feel myself blush. I have always paid great attention to my personal hygiene, particular my pussy. But as I had been leaking juices since the previous night and hadn't had an opportunity to clean myself, she was probably right. I didn't want Ramon to notice the repulsive state of my body, and begged Caroline to let me have a bath.
Caroline hesitated. She could understand that I wanted to wash, but she was under strict orders not to let me touch myself. She made me promise that I wouldn't use the opportunity for getting myself off. It wasn't easy for me to make this promise, but I intended to keep my word. Caroline finally agreed but said she would keep my hands tied together and would take care of washing my intimate parts so that I wouldn't be tempted to do more than just clean myself.
When she untied me, I noticed that my limbs, particularly my legs had gone completely numb. Caroline had to massage my legs before I was able to get up from the chair and stand on my own feet. She left my hands tied together behind my back when she lead me to the bathroom.
We did not talk much during all this time. Although Ramon hadn't said anything about this aspect, I felt that part of my punishment was that I had to remain silent and speak only when I was spoken to. I only broke this rule when I begged Caroline to untie me or to give me a chance to satisfy my lust.
At one point, Caroline asked me, "Are you happy now?"
"Happy, yes, but also very frightened," I replied. "Ramon seemed very upset. What do you think he's going to do to me?"
"I don't know," Caroline replied. And after a while she said, "Well, I don't know everything and I'm not allowed to tell you what I know. But I know that Ramon loves you, and so do I. We're not going to hurt you."
I noticed that she had said 'we'. Did she consider herself part-owner of me? Was she going to play an active role in my punishment? Thinking about it, I didn't find this possibility all that surprising. She had on occasions betrayed a dominant streak, more than Ramon ever had. She probably enjoyed seeing me suffer when I had to watch the two of them make love without being able to satisfy myself.
Caroline agreed to let me use the toilet first. She kept a close watch to make sure I didn't try to do anything other than taking care of my necessities. I felt like a prisoner in a high security ward, but, I thought, even they enjoy some privacy when they use the toilet. With my hands tied behind my back I was barely able to wipe myself, but Caroline just said, "Don't worry, it will all come out under the shower."
Caroline took off Ramon's shirt as she lead me into the booth. She briefly untied my hands, only to tie them to the water pipe which fed the shower, raised high above my head. Caroline covered my whole body with a rich, soapy lather and then cleaned me with a large, soft sponge. She was particularly careful when she passed the sponge between my legs, not giving me any chance to satisfy my urge. Her soft touch on my skin was delight and torture at the same time. I begged her to rub me just a little harder, to make me climax, but she was determined to obey Ramon's instructions, no matter what compensation I offered her.
There was more torture when she lead me out of the shower booth and dried me thoroughly with fluffy towels. The soft material rubbing against my skin made me swoon with desire but all pleas for relief remained unanswered. When I was dry, Caroline took me back to the chair and tied me to it, exactly like I had been tied up before.