Recording 4 - Phase 1 - Day 2

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Recording 4 - Phase 1 - Day 2

The camera flicks back to life revealing the main bedroom. The bed is made, covers smooth, except from the place where the man is sitting. He is wearing flannel long pants, in a dark blue and light blue tartan pattern, with an elastic waist band and a plain grey short sleeve shirt. His hair is darker than before and freshly combed to one side. It looks damp but not wet. His face is freshly shaven, and his skin has that clean glow to it.

He looks at the camera for a minute before he turns to look in the direction of the door. His eyes stay in that direction for a moment longer than his head which turns back to the camera. He frowns and takes a deep in take of breath and closes his eyes for a long moment before he opens them and focuses on the camera with a serious expression.

"Subject-3 and I have reconciled," his mouth puckers and one side of his face flinches just a little, "I have apologized to her for my unprofessional behavior yesterday and she has agreed to continue today under the understanding that I treat her better. The scope of the research project is to awaken the sexual desires of the subject to investigate whether she will be assertive or submissive with her needs in the absence of societal pressures. This can not happen if the subject is being forced or is unwilling to explore the stages without duress."

"Therefore," he winces a little before he continues, "I have made certain concessions with will not adversely affect the scope of the research but will ensure that Subject-3 continues the project without feeling any negativity by the events of yesterday."

"I will outline these concessions in the body of my thesis," his jaw tightened, "But I won't discuss them now as both Subject-3 and I have agreed to put yesterday behind us and to start again without dwelling on the mistakes or over-thinking the reconciliation process."

"A fresh start," the girl enters the frame, "Isn't that what you mean to say, Master?"

"Yes," he seems to relax as she sits next to him on the bed, one leg folded under her, "That is correct. The current time is 2.04pm on the second day of the data collection process. Subject-3 has rested, bathed, and has informed me that she is feeling able to continue."

"Master allowed me to soak in a warm bath," she added to his explanation, "And I feel less tender."

"With Subject-3's comfort in mind," he glanced down at her white cotton bed shorts with the pink hearts dotted randomly on them then his eyes lifted to the white singlet that was stretched over her breasts with one strap falling off her shoulders, "We will explore oral sex and masturbation today, and will only have intercourse if successful in bring her to orgasm by methods other than penetration."

"And if you can do it without hurting me," she frowns as she looks down at her lap.

"Yes," he turns to her, "That is my promise, Subject-3. But you must also remember your part of that agreement. A fresh start means we cannot allow events of yesterday to influence your reactions today. If you are thinking about it then it will make it more difficult for me to move you past that, and on to the next stage."

"Yes, Master," she nods, "I understand. I won't do that. I want to continue."

"Alright then, are you ready to start?" he asks her then, on seeing her nod her head, he pulls his t-shirt over his head and stands dropping his pajamas pants as he does. "You know my body, but I didn't give you the opportunity to become familiar with my cock yesterday."

She is focused on his thick penis which is at her eye level as he stands in front of her, still sitting on the bed. She noticeably swallows but does not move. She watches him take the penis in his hand, the shaft in his palm and wrap his fingers around it with his thumb resting on the head. He grips it, pulling it upwards and outwards then pushing it back in towards his body. The base of his hand disappears within the thick curly hair that surrounds the appendage. He pumps the member several more times before he loosens his grip and allows it to stand on its own.

He is now fully erect and standing facing her. She tentatively lifts her hand and runs her fingers down the length stopping at the course hair.

"It's so hot," she stutters, "And the skin is silky."

"Yes," his voice whispers, "Are you ready to touch me? You saw what I just did to it. You can be that demanding with it but don't be too rough with it. I will guide you."

"Do I need to put it in my mouth?" she asks with wide eyes.

"Only if you want," he breathes the words, "Let's just start with you learning how to touch it then when you're ready you can suck me off."

He catches her hand and wraps it around the waiting shaft, then he repeats his early movements with his hand over hers. His face is serious as he watches their joint hands. Her movements are jerky, nervous and she looks weary.

"Don't be afraid of it," he mumbles, "This is the cock which took your virginity. It made you a woman. It's been where no man has before and has done to you what no man can ever replicate. This is your opportunity to enjoy it, congratulate it, and become as familiar with it as it is with you."

She looks at it as if seeing it in a new light. She frowns before she glances up to his face but when she sees his heavy-lidded eyes, straight mouth, and rapid breathing she looks away quickly. He catches her chin and tilts her face back to his.

"Don't be embarrassed," he smiles just one corner of his mouth, "My body is yours to play with. I want to have sex with you and, the fact that my cock is throbbing is evidence of how hot I am for you. Don't be ashamed of that."

"You want me?" she queries, "Like that?"

"I thought that was obvious from yesterday," he groans, "I want you, Subject-3. I want you to want me too. I want you to be as desperate for my cock as it is for you."

Her shoulders relax and her movements become less erratic as she listens to his words. She smiles as he slowly releases his hold on her and removed his hand from hers allowing her to continue on her own.

"Yes," he hisses the word with his eyes closed, "That's it, stroke it like it's your favorite pet."

"Pet ownership is something I take very seriously," she lifts her eyes to him, "Are you giving me custodianship?"

"For the rest of the week," he groans, "It's yours, but you have to look after it, care for it, play with it and be responsible for it."

"And if I do that," she bites he lip as she smiles with a cheeky grin, "It won't bite me?"

"It might not," he leans his hips into his hips as he answers and then opens his eyes to look at her, "But I might."

"Master, you're teasing me," she laughs softly and looks away.

"Maybe," he growls softly, "Does it feel good? Do you like touching it?"

"It's different to what I thought it would be like," she tilts her head quizzically, "It's hot, iron-hard, and really heavy. And yet it stands so tall, seemingly unsupported, and is so smooth? How does it do that?"

"Technical questions later," he breaths out his chest moving rapidly as his hands fist at his sides, "Keep going, Subject-3, don't stop. I can't concentrate on anything other than what you're doing to me."

Her attention returns to the job at hand. She brings her other hand up and places it on the other side of the penis without breaking her stride. He groans as her second hand entirely wraps around his girth and tightens its grip. She begins to tighten and loosen her grip experimentally as she watches the man standing directly in front of her.

His eyes close and his head slowly falls backward as his hips push forward to allow her more access. She accepts this by thrusting her hands down deep into the flesh at the base of his penis leaving his head out and the skin on his shaft pulled tight. Holding it at this point he rotates his hips to move himself within her hold. He groans softly as the slit at the apex of his penis moistens.

She glides the skin back and forth as she watches the slit and the glistening liquid gathering there. Without asking permission she lowers her lips to lick the discharge from the muscular helmet. He groans a loud and clear note of pleasure as his hands come up to rest on her head as she tastes him.

With her kiss still resting on the head of his penis he thrusts his hips forward pushing against her grip and forcing the head between her lips. With a smooth shove it clears her lips, separates her teeth, and enters her mouth cavity. She gasps as she moves backward and away from the invading appendage.

"Sorry," he mumbles, as his head falls forward with his eyes crunched tight, "Your pet is impatient. I'll behave."

She smiles but does not answer him. Instead she resumes her stroking momentum until he groans and relaxes again. His hands are still on her head and messed up in her hair when she opens her mouth and takes the cap of his penis in and clamps down on it with one long hard continuous suck.

"Fuck," he swears the word as a hiss.

His hips thrust forward pushing it deep into her mouth and his hands tighten their grip on her head but he otherwise doesn't move. He doesn't seem to breathe either. She uses her tongue to push it against the roof of her mouth as she increases the suction. Her hands are still wrapped around his base covering half the penis, the rest is in her mouth. Her teeth scrape against the shaft as she locks it in place.

"Gentle," he finally whispers, "Be gentle with it."

By way of answering, she releases the suction and rolls her tongue over the bulbous muscle. Then releases it, allowing it to drop from her open mouth and exposing the wet head to the cool room temperature air. She smiles at the disappointed groan and returns to the steady in and out movement with her grip.

One of his hands leaves her head and covers her fists as they work his penis together. His grip encourages a faster rhythm and his pelvis rotates, matching the stokes perfectly. He hisses a long 'yes' as the moisture reappears in the slit that is being pulled wide and pushed narrow with their joint efforts.

Seemly content with her mastery of the technique that he has just demonstrated, his hand returns to her head. With one hand on either side of her face, he drags his fingertips, encouraging her mouth closer. She obliges, this time taking him deep into her mouth while repositioning her hands to his base. She sucks him pushing him in and out of her mouth as her fingers grip him, tightening and releasing in time with the progress of her lips.

As he growls his appreciation, she drops her hands from him and devours him, engulfing his length in her mouth. She uses her tongue to lick him and then tightens her lips around him, sucking him with luscious slurps. He pushes himself deeper into her and tries to thrust against the hold of her lips. She shakes her head with him still trapped within and then releases him completely and watches as he falls, bounces, and stands erect directly in front of her face.

Before he can protest, she licks him from the base upwards. He draws in a long breath as she repeats it, zigzagging her tongue against the seam as she draws him back into her and sucks the top until releasing it with an audible pop. He whines a long note but that becomes a groan when her lips return but instead of licking, she kisses and sucks at the skin as she works her way back to the top.

"It feels," he starts to say but can't seem to finish, "I need to cum. Can I do it in your mouth or do you want to watch?"

She strokes him with her fingertips as she contemplates his question, then she lifts her eyes to look him in the face as she answers with one word, "Watch."

Without another word, one of his hands leave her head and wraps itself around his penis. He watches her as she leans back to watching him. Standing naked before her, he beats his fist in and out in a fast and demanding pattern. The muscles in his arm straining as he tries to go faster, his hips pushing outward, and his breath huffing and puffing as if he is running a marathon. He masturbates his erection like a possessed man, making her previous attempt to please him look subtle and ineffectual in comparison.

His face angles down to her. Eyes scrunch closed, his mouth hangs open and yet it skews to show his bliss, determination, and current state of frustration. His face contorts as he whines a soft note, as if emphasizing his need. A droplet of sweat runs down his nose to drip free. His free hand rests heavily within her hair, his fingers so tense they shake as he tries not to move anything other than the fist that is pumping his cock with total resolve. His pumping becomes obsessive.

When every muscle is as tight and rigid as those in his erection, he sucks in a deep breath and moans as he throws his head backwards and his hips forward at the same time. His thrusts become almost violent as he fists his cock up and down with no reprieve. The moisture at the peak is beading and, as it bleeds down to the thrashing hand, it leaves a gooey trail. A droplet oozes off and the vicious sticky liquid hangs suspended by a thin rope of its own substance before the hand thrusts up again and knocks the droplet free leaving only the string of goop.

He growls a low snarl, causing her to shift her attention from his penis to look at his face. As she angles her face upwards, his hand thrusts backwards and his hips move sharply forward. His penis is pulled to a 90degree angle to his body so that it juts straight outward. His body arches and his head falls backward with his expression now loose, relaxed, his mouth hung open, and his eyes rolled backwards.

The shot of semen takes her by surprise. It jets out of the slit with spurting action as it sprays her neck and chest with globules of pearl colored glop. She moves back but not before the second pulse throws itself in her direction. That shot isn't as energetic in its trajectory and falls short landing on her clothed lap in a splashed globule on her cotton pants. The third and final ejaculation is more of an oozing that dribbles free from the rapidly softening member and drops down with a slime bungee cord before it drips on to the skin of her thighs.

"Oh, shit," he stands there as he catches his breath and surveys the art he's created on her body, "That felt amazing."

"Damn," He mutters after three long breaths, he bends over and picks up his grey t-shirt before dropping to his knees to wipe the semen from her neck, "I got it all over you."

She doesn't move. She blinks as he wipes her skin with the rough cotton of his shirt but her shocked expression remains.

"Are you alright?" he asks tentatively.

"Is that your," she shakes herself awake as she shifts herself away from him, "Your cum? Is that what you put inside me yesterday?"

"Yes, I couldn't stop myself," he offered her the shirt to finish the job of cleaning herself, "What you did was amazing. I thought you said you'd never done that before? Where did you learn to give head like that?"

"I haven't, I didn't," she blinked at him with wide eyes, "I've never done that before. Did I really make you do that? Was it that good?"

"Yes," he shuffles himself to kneel between her legs, "Did you like it?"

"I," she looks confused by the question but tenses when he skims his hand up her thigh towards the cotton pants she's wearing, "I don't know."

"Then," he smiles, "We need to investigate that."

"But I'm all wet and sticky," she frowns.

"That's what I'm hoping," he grins, "You'll need a shower, but it will wait until I've repaid the favor."

"What favor?" she squeaked as his fingers brush over the cotton seam in her soft shorts carefully avoiding the semen that was sitting like thick glue on the cotton cloth, "What are you doing?"

"It's my turn to taste you," he isn't looking at her face, "It's my turn to suck you off."

He bends over, his lips kissing the soft skin of her thigh and his head pushing her legs wider. She gasps at the sensations. He lowers his body, as his naked bottom comes off the floor so that he's on his hands and knees with his face level with her groin as she sits on the bed. His feet push out allowing his torso to swing forward.

The camera sways, then tilts, then falls. The display shows the two vanishing from view then the picture goes black.


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