Xia's Schedule on Tuesday:
The previous night, his phone had run out of battery while looping Xinyi's affirmations, causing it to shut down. So, he wasn't awakened by his alarm the following morning but rather by the intense firmness of his erection. He let out a low groan; his complete acceptance of denying himself the night before had weakened, and now he was feeling quite horny and eager to touch himself. He lay still, momentarily fantasizing about how fantastic it would feel to caress himself and bring himself to climax. After all, he was a grown man who could satisfy himself in the privacy of his home if he wished. His hands trembled with anticipation, awaiting the command from his brain to move. Yet, they remained at his side. He wondered if he should text Xinyi first to let her know that he'd changed his mind about waiting another day. She'd invested a lot of consideration into selecting his viewing material for the past few days, and she deserved to know that they no longer had an agreement.
He picked up his phone, saw that it had died, and switched to his laptop. Unfortunately, this brought back a wave of embarrassment. What had he watched the previous night? The first three videos were fairly innocent, one even educational. It wasn't wrong for a young man to learn how to please a woman when the time came, he thought to himself.
He did feel a bit of anger towards Xinyi for prompting him to watch porn, despite his interesting opinion that he should remain pure. Yet, the anger quickly dissipated as he realized that she hadn't pushed him or forced him to watch; she simply provided the opportunity. He resolved then to maintain a distance from her. He decided he'd convey this in his text to Xinyi. However, the negativity was soon replaced by intense embarrassment. Guilt over being aroused by these perverse images. Shame over indulging in such impure thoughts, including fantasies about sucking cock. He began to panic. Furthermore, humiliation over having told a woman he'd met just two days prior about his fetishes and the score for each one. He had no reason to doubt that she'd recorded every single number. He knew that she understood how connected to his arousal his desires were.
He then began to worry about the consequences of his actions since the last video she had shown him. His phone had charged enough to start up again, and the blare of an incoming message pulled him back from the depths of despair and nausea. He neither needed to check who had sent the message nor did he hesitate to open it, as he prepared to type his response, indignantly declaring that she should forget everything.
However, the message was not from Xinyi - it was a photo sent by Ana. It depicted Xinyi entirely naked, her back arched and one hand locked under her upper body while the other grasped her breast, covering her nipples. Her thighs flooded the image, followed by her stretch marks and a partial view of her buttocks. Her face was illuminated by the sun, her deep brown eyes, and her silky black hair that featured bursts of fiery red highlights. Her mouth was slightly open, smiling playfully. He became riveted, unable to tear his eyes away from the picture.
With a simmering mixture of confusion and anxiety, he began to consider his previous intentions. Frantically, his conscious mind began to process his thoughts, the words he'd rehearsed in his head for his subsequent retaliation. Then it finally dawned upon him - Xinyi knew. She knew how uncomfortable her actions had made him, how they had pushed him to his limits. She was telling him via this photo that it was alright, that she wasn't angered by his reluctance. Instead, she was letting him know it was acceptable to say, "No more." She was speaking in one definitive statement:
"Fucking look at me."
He stared, finding it difficult to breathe as he gazed upon the image, contemplating all his reasons for resisting. Finally, he became confident in what he had decided to say in his reply.
"Thank you, mommy."
His phone had been fully charged when he composed his response. It was not long until he received a straightforward message in return:
"Good boy."
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Iniko carried on with his ordinary routine, managing some tasks, fixing himself lunch - jollof rice with roasted pumpkin. It was a recipe he'd acquired from his not-Nigerian dad, a likable oddball who enjoyed exploring culinary delights from other cultures. His mom used to give him a sarcastic glare whenever his dad presented his latest concoction claiming to be a vegan adaptation of a traditional dish.
In the evening, he got a message from Xinyi. It was professional and business-like - she needed to send him a large document. Once he was all set for the night, he booted up his computer and followed the given link to access it. She'd also asked him to view the video that night, yet if he required additional viewings, he was welcome to do so. Additionally, there was a payment request with the note "for the model." The amount was significant; he wasn't rich, but his job was satisfactorily remunerative and his expenses were few. He paid the money without a fuss, per Xinyi's instructions. Next, he switched off the lights, discarded his clothing, and got comfortable on his bed before opening the video.
The woman starring in the video was striking in her beauty, a captivating woman with dark skin and entrancing eyes. Her voice was smooth like velvet, mesmerizing and captivating him. She wanted to make him believe he was in the presence of Goddess Imani and introduced herself thus. The video then commenced with a simple camera shot of Goddess Imani seated and casually attired. Her voice hypnotized him as if by magic. She referred to him by his name, setting the tone and beginning his relaxation process. Knowing that she'd scripted this storytailly for him and the level of care to create a truly evocative experience made him feel appreciated.
As the video progressed, the initial shot of the seated Goddess morphed into whirlpools of hypnotic haze. The backdrop faded away, and his vision became more misty as she continued to guide him into a trance-like state. Iniko found himself in a deep hypnotic state when she gave a barely audible snap of her fingers. She commenced details of her plan, disclosing that she was going to teach him how to edge masturbation. She grew more confident that he, as a naive virgin who couldn't recall the prior feel of an orgasm, was ready for her gentle tutelage.
A dimmer, separate layer was introduced showing Goddess Imani fully naked and swaying for him. First, he saw them through his peripheral vision, debating whether they were real or imaginary. But the images gradually became clearer, emphasizing that his imagination wasn't needed as she transitioned the primary and secondary layers. His hand instinctively set on his penis, stroking it with a meager pace. He failed to grasp he had done this until she told him to be more specific with his pressure and pace. He complied easily without resistance.
She proceeded to guide him to focus solely on the sensations and his pleasure. With every instruction he observed the video's rhythm adjusting, showing Her face when he needed to focus on her words. The swirls intensified as he relaxed more while the swaying female form became more prominent as he approached edging. Then the thought dissipated, and he felt his first edge. Goddess Imani swiftly returned him to a softer pace. She continued to guide him through the pleasure-laden process, taking him to new heights at a deliberate pace - a true professional, Ana, was the creator of this impressive and immersive experience.
It wasn't all that long, approximately 30 minutes, with nearly half of it spent stroking when the video concluded. Iniko was completely clueless concerning how much time had passed, the recollection of a past moment felt like it happened ages ago. The divine Imani took over, massaging various body parts such as his genitals, testicles, nipples, and thighs, relishing in the fulfillment derived from his own touch. The visuals seamlessly returned to their default state. She awoke him from the trance and prompted him to sense the insatiable desire to cum. While in the trance, the notion of edging was tolerable, considering the understanding that no orgasm would follow. However, the craving for pleasure intensified. The journey from initially meeting Xinyi to the current moment had been a captivating buildup to the sheer delight of releasing his ejaculate from his manhood, a sensation he yearned for urgently.
Imani inquired if he could handle another viewing, tactfully illustrating her goal to almost break him down entirely, ensuring there was enough left for Xinyi to raze him of his inhibitions the following day. He rewatched the video twice more and then gave in to a restless slumber, the only notion vying for his attention being his burning desire to be fulfilled by her.
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