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Wilson Harding

~"The conduct of the master and the vicious is through lust and fear. The pleasure is all mine..."



Wilson had successfully loosened the fastening of his trousers and undone the same with his belt. He hadn’t removed them yet, being tightly pressed onto her. The blonde couldn’t bare look him in the eye when she was aroused by what he had been doing. He couldn’t blame her; there was only one last thing to do to conclude such unspeakable act. After a few pecks at her top, he had ceased his actions just like the last. With the sudden belay, he couldn’t make up his mind on ending this whole complication of touching and feeling. He could just have his way with her which was the original term out, it was still unsatisfying. He had observed her relative and reserved role during the process. The whole game was based on dominance and Wilson had already played that role to the fullest extent. It was time for her to get her hands dirty, Wilson noted to himself. A sly grin appeared as he pecked the unaware blonde in the cheek. The tight sealing for her eyes hadn’t fooled him, almost as if she was puckering. He pulled off, leaning parallel on the other side of the couch. He had done this part. Watching her try to play manipulator would be far more interesting and sinister. He was allowing her to do the very same to his body as he had done to her. It would be quite a show to have the naïve virgin try, having close to little to no knowledge of the male anatomy or psychology.
-Wilson: “Wilson says your turn to play.”
He instructed, a cocky smirk was the expression. The noble practiclly sat there with his trousers and dress shirt half undone, hair out of place, and his hand slicked with such fluids. Much like to her apperance, he was a hot mess.

Wilson Harding

~"The conduct of the master and the vicious is through lust and fear. The pleasure is all mine..."



Wilson remained effectively pacified by the slave’s obedience and willing to do such a thing. He had recalled a few instances where his slaves had to please him by other dubious and heinous deeds. The ringing whimpers, gaging, and sensational feeling of being dominant yet nulled was a recall of what it meant to be a master. It surely left a mess at the end. It was an inevitable result to such laborious actions to keep him satisfied. The blonde was no different in this case, he considered her utter for a pre-apology a tad cute in nature. It was a first that a slave would apologize for doing something wrong without force. He merely smirked at such idea of discomfort. This kind of work was his certain specialty besides actually handling the vile duties himself.
-Wilson: “Don’t worry about that Dearie, I won’t have any reservations in correcting you.”
He ensured. The noble waited for the slave to get on his usual top position. As she began to rub away and caress at his private sector, he took hold of her rear with his free hand. He gave a light and playful squeeze as reminder. The circular motion was the sign of much amateurs, dabbling at his package.
-Wilson: “Here… try this.”
He directed, gently taking hold of her acting hand. He guided it to an up and down motion with a semi-firm grip. His facial expression was fairly calm, little excitement or tension. Yet his other part had clearly stated that he was excited.
-Wilson: “You know, you don’t have to be so gentle with me. I’m not exactly what you call the slow type…”
He suggested, still giving the slave a few pointers.

Wilson Harding

~"The conduct of the master and the vicious is through lust and fear. The pleasure is all mine..."



The feeling for the noble was quite nullifying, he was relatively relaxed as the process went on.
-Wilson: “Just right.”
The noble replied. It would take a while of this before the game could end based on the rate. In best hopes it wouldn’t be much of a mess like the last of his exploitations. The noble had been used to such treatment and perverse acts. Explaining why he never flinched, blushed, or expressed hints of any highly colored emotion. It wasn’t through boredom, more of experience if anything. He was comfortable at best, nothing beats being pleasured by another young lady while you sit back and watch. It was a perverted thought none the least.
-Wilson: “You do realize what the finale is, correct?”
He questioned the slave in curiosity. She had been doing a fairly good job at keeping him entertained. It wasn’t like he was going to groan or murmur, yet he despised the complete silence of it. Propelling him to ask a question, that and to take a crack on what was running in the young girl’s head.

Wilson Harding

~"The conduct of the master and the vicious is through lust and fear. The pleasure is all mine..."



Initially, Wilson raised his brow at the blonde for hesitating to answer. If she had no idea, it would be a very rude awakening, not like he cared never the least. As she continued her answer, Wilson felt a need to supposedly educate the new slave on how the male anatomy worked. It did not upset in any form, giving him a reason to enlighten himself about bodily functions.
-Wilson: “By idea, I take it that you want to find out… The maid will certainly have some cleaning to tend to.”
He answered while an amused smirk appeared. It was a delightful feeling at that point for his sensitive area.
-Wilson: “You certainly do know how to play with it.”
He replied, a darker aspect of humor was intended. In light of that, he believed the blonde could show more of her potential. Wilson was simply having some fun with her. It was in hope of inspiring yet another fluster during the session. He even added on a few brushing and squeezing of her rear area.

Wilson Harding

~"The conduct of the master and the vicious is through lust and fear. The pleasure is all mine..."



-Wilson: “Well you did get quality advice.”
He replied, dismissing much about her continuous toying of his crotch. He recognized that he did put in quality to the process of pleasing, it wasn’t like he was going to do it himself. The noble had found himself quite boastful as the initially, unwilling princess simply refused any thought of doing such deed with him. Now she was simply asking for it, a general feat that occurred in short duration with bit of his tender touch. He was a bit puzzled as the girl had mentioned to a degree of being curious. If she did not know anything, it would make her a very unique individual to add to his list. Corrupting the frame of the innocent was too much to pass on.
-Wilson: “Knowledge and experience is what defines a person’s capabilities. I have all intention in quenching your hunger for that and then some.”
He replied to the blonde. He added in such small truth of a philosophy to retain his point in laying her down. The last was merely perversion mixed into it.
-Wilson: “I suppose I’ll have the honor of claiming her majesty’s virginity?”
He teased, grabbing her wrist to stop her from continuing. He intended to be on top for this portion of the young girl’s most special moment. She certainly wasn’t the first virgin he had claimed, not even by a long hot. However, it was a first royal and a rarity as a blonde. He intended to fulfill those virgins per say.

Wilson Harding

~"The conduct of the master and the vicious is through lust and fear. The pleasure is all mine..."



-Wilson: “Well then, I hope you pay attention during my lesson.”
He suggested, positioning her hand off his still excited privacy. It had been only a month or so ago; since he had done anything of such nature in penetrating a woman. The topic of which was no mere problem to neither discuss nor demonstrate. He would have his way and end the game, already picturing a much disheveled blonde lying bare on the sofa by the time the revenant had gotten fairly deep. The only complication would be if she would actually pay attention or whimper; frankly, Wilson could care less. He had preferred the audio to such acts rather than have her stare like earlier.
-Wilson: “Care to be submissive again? It would be probably best for me to be ontop.”
He suggested.
-Wilson: “That is if her majesty is prepared for it?”
He asked, unfastening the loop of his trouser belt.

Wilson Harding

~"The conduct of the master and the vicious is through lust and fear. The pleasure is all mine..."



As the blonde did as he asked, the noble had completely stripped himself of his trousers and undergarments. He had little to hide toward his subordinate slave, a fine lesson it would be for him to educate the young girl. Familiarization was an aspect Wilson had mastered over the years. She was nervous, not bearing to look at him and the innocent rubbing of her arm. Amusing if anything, he approached like a predator would for his meal. The young girl was ripe for the picking. Instead of rushing in, he would make sure there would be some memorable foreplay. Like the steps leading up, one of his hands set itself by her unmentionables. It was the usual dig and penetration, setting himself closer to her. His other hand took grasp of her chin, manipulating for her gaze to get a look at what he had to behold. The master was dressed in nothing but a half buttoned dress shirt and black socks. His uniformed brown hair, a lustful glance from his unnatural set of eyes, and of course what lies underneath the waist.
-Wilson: “Have a good look. This is how it works from the ins and outs of the willy. No need to be so nervous.”
He briefed Angelika.
-Wilson: “You and I, are going to get know each other very well. Shall we begin cracking?”
He questioned, a sinister and perverted intention was backing his tone.

Wilson Harding

~"The conduct of the master and the vicious is through lust and fear. The pleasure is all mine..."



-Wilson: “Very well.”
He simply replied. The flustered look was all too convincing that the sight of it had caught her off guard. He figured her reaction would be the same once it’s begun. The noble fondled the corridors of her insides a bit longer. The slick moisture was a tell-tale that it was at the right conditions to do so. He extracted his hand from her unmentionables. Immediately, he buried himself in between her legs. Almost with the point of accuracy the two were connected, no words said. Just like that, the noble had claimed Angelika’s precious virginity. A slight smirk revealed itself after the insertion. He had already won the game at that point. He rocked in an almost resonant slow motion. The slow swaying was pleasant at his end. The tender feel and moistness were a few factors that contributed and made it easier. He began to fondle her thigh with a prickly feel. He wouldn’t want to disappoint her on the first try.