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On the fifth night after the shield was installed, Master told me, “It’s time you learned to deal with your new reality. The crying thing was hot at first, but it’s getting old. No orgasms for three months, little flower, and we’re only five days into it. Not only that, but I’m having a blast keeping you horny, and it isn’t likely I’m going to let up on how often you’re fucked daily in the near future.”

I stared at his feet and kept my mouth closed. He was fucking me SO many times more per day than he’d ever fucked me, so clearly, he was truly enjoying knowing I wasn’t going to get off.

He sighed. “Look, I know it’s hard, and if you get overwhelmed with it and need to cry after sex every once in a while, that’s fine, but every-damned-time isn’t going to happen. If you annoy me by crying, I’ll give you a reason to cry. If it’s an occasional thing, I’ll hold you and comfort you.”

“How did you come up with three months, Master?”

“Most Masters start at a couple of days, then a week, then a couple of weeks, and they work up. I wanted to do it big right from the start. We’ve had the long bars through your labia enough to know you can handle that for an extended period, and most women who aren’t super-physical don’t have trouble with the shield rubbing or causing hot spots. I’m keeping a close eye, but so far, everything looks fine, and there are no temperature differences to tell me something isn’t right under the shield. Also, I don’t smell any damage.”

He stroked my cheek and ran his hand down my hair, but didn’t demand I look at him. “Barring a physical reason it needs to come off sooner, I wanted to start big, so your first orgasm after it comes off is a huge gift. Next year, I’m considering locking you up the morning after our anniversary and leavingyou locked up for six months, so it comes off for the anniversary of our second ceremony. I might do that every year, and then for our fourth anniversary, leave you locked up for an entire year, so it comes off on our fifth anniversary, though it's still just something I’m considering. We’ll see how these three months go, and I’ll see how long I want one of your holes locked from me in the future. It’s possible I’ll decide to do every other month, rather than half a year at a time.”

I wanted to burst into tears all over again, but I sucked it in because he’djusttold me the constant tears were getting old.

“Oh, sweetheart. You’ll survive it, no matter what I decide.”

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Dozer

It turns out, riding on the back of my bike with the shield on set her off on an orgasm. In retrospect, I should’ve considered that it would be vibrating all around her clit, soof courseit was enough to send her over the top.

This means we took the Ramcharger a lot more places when we went somewhere together, because I was havingwaytoo much fun denying her. It also meant I timed it well, because we had a four-day road trip planned for right about the time it should come off. It would mean she’d be in it a few days shy of three months, but I put it on the calendar as O-Day, and she didn’t argue that it should be on a little longer.

Chapter 64

Daisy

Master was right. I survived the three months, but it was hell. My clit was sooo sensitive the night he took the denial device off, I couldn’t stand for him to touch it. He rubbed at it from the outside of my labia, so it was pressure without direct contact, andfuck, I popped off like a rocket with orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.

And the next morning, when I stood up to walk to the bathroom, I orgasmed ten steps from the bed, just from the friction of walking.

Later that day he used a vibe directly on it while I was bound, and I begged and begged for him to turn it off, or at least down, but he didn’t relent, and I came until I was bawling my eyes out, and then came another half-dozen times before he jammed his dick in my pussy and fucked me hard with the vibe still on my clit, so I kept coming and coming and coming.

We were due to leave with the club on a road trip in a few hours, and I wasn’t sure how I was going to survive on the back of his bike without my shield. I’d orgasmed with the shield on, but thankfully, we hadn’t been around the club when it’d happened.

How humiliating was it going to be if I orgasmed for four days solid on the back of Master’s bike?

“We’ll stop by the drugstore and get some numbing cream. If you can’t handle it at all, we can put it on your clit.”

I orgasmed all the way to the drugstore, and then from the drugstore to the clubhouse, where I went straight to Master’s room and rubbed the toothache stuff all over my fucking clit.

An hour into our ride, I could feel it again, but the sensations came back slow enough, it just kept me horny without pushing me over into an orgasm.

But by the time we made it to the hotel that night, I was ready to beg Master to fuck me. No need, though, because he bent me over and stuck his dick in me within seconds of entering our hotel room, and he brought me to a half-dozen screaming orgasms before he emptied himself inside me. I was still taking birth control pills every day, and our contract said I could continue to do so, but I’d started playing around with the idea of how hot it would be for Master to put a baby inside me. I mean, Champ is a lot of work, and I know a baby will be more, but I love the MC’s kids and babies, and how cool would it be for us to have one? But not yet. I wanted to be a well-known tattoo artist first, able to contribute to raising our child. Dozer had never, not once, acted like he owns me because he has money and I do not. He owns me because I signed a contract saying he does, end of story.

My money goes into his account, but it isn’t enough to contribute. I mean, now that I have income coming in from social media, it’s kind of an impressive amount, but still nothing compared to what he gives me for clothes and other things. He bought me a gently-used Porsche, and I about died when I happened to see how much the insurance costs on it, but he told me not to worry about it, and downplayed it.

I still have to let him know where I’m going, but he almost always says I can go, and when he doesn’t, it’s usually a safety thing.

So, he spends way more on me than I make, but he doesn’t care. That’s my issue, not his, and I’ve learned not to annoy him with it.

After he fucked me, he sent me to the bathroom to fix my hair and makeup before we met everyone out front again to go eat, and I heard the faint sounds of someone else screaming through an orgasm.

We were a few minutes early, so only about half were outside, and we all stood around and talked. Usually, it’s the women in one huddle, men in another, but on these trips, our men often keep us close, so we were in one big group.

Razor and Matty were the last to step out, and Matty looked freshly fucked and still a little dazed, but he was back to himself by the time we’d walked next door to the steakhouse. We had a room reserved in the back, which was nice. The club has a couple of runs they do every so often, they know the hotel people and the restaurant people on the way there and back, and it’s just a matter of letting them know when we’ll be there, and everyone knows what we’ll need.

We only rode a few hours the next day, and we pulled into a huge field. This was a gathering of most of the east-coast Rolling Thunder chapters, all in one place, and we had a section of the field assigned to us. We were near the Atlanta and Birmingham chapters, which was cool since I’d met most of them before.

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