Breaking Jen Ch. 02

by real_first_time

story tags: seduction, domination, abstinence, slut, lesbian, whore,
punishment, skype

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The transformation of Jen & the seduction of Annabelle May.

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Author's note:

This is part two of what will be a three part story. Much of it is
truth and some of it is embellished. Breaking Jen was initially only
supposed to be a single one-part story, but there was so much more to
tell, so much so that I've had to break it into three parts (not two as
I had planned).

There is a lot of me in the second and third parts. I've drawn on my
own experience and anything that you read in 'first person' is not
fiction but my own thoughts and experience. The method used for making
any woman orgasm (toward the end of this part) is not fiction but real.

Please excuse the use of fine detail in the description of it. I know
this is supposed to be a story, and not an instruction manual on the
female orgasm.

I only scratched the surface (no pun intended) of what could be
achieved. If someone was to follow my description in this story they
would still find it almost 100% successful. If you are curious for more
on that simply google 'The Doing Method' (I'm told it's even on
youtube! If that's true, I'm not sure how they managed that!)

Enjoy part two, things are definitely building up to an amazing climax
(pun intended) in part three but I think you'll find part two dirty,
arousing and informative in all the right amounts.

*

I can't lie.

The breaking of Jen gave me immense satisfaction on so many levels. I
felt somehow liberated by it.

The heart-break that Jen had put me through all those years ago was a
big part of why I had become the man I was today. I almost feel like I
should thank her for it.

She treated me terribly back then, but if she hadn't, then maybe I'd
still be that sweet loving guy today. The guy that got walked on. The
guy that got taken for granted and treated like trash.

I don't want anyone reading what I have done to think that I hate
women.

I love them. I respect them.

Yes it's true that I love to exert erotic control over them and
sometimes that control can be harsh, but it's always what they desire
and always what they need.

You have to understand that most women (and men for that matter) have a
thousand dirty little secrets and desires that they will never live
out. Oh they desperately want to, but fear and shame stop them from
living out their dreams.

Some women want to be tied and spanked and violated.

Some want to make passionate love to another woman.

Some want to be taken by an entire room full of horny men and treated
like a fuck toy. It doesn't matter if she's a lawyer or a lap-dancer,
somewhere inside her there's a filthy little itch that she's desperate
to have scratched.

Sometimes, it takes a guy like me to make that choice for them.
Sometimes, it takes a guy like me to open the floodgates and violate
them until they come hard and beg for more. That is the truth of it.

Sure we as men have evolved and changed with the times but once I
realized how things really worked, my life changed, and with it, the
lives of many others.

I wanted others to know what life was really supposed to feel like. A
woman's body has the potential for almost limitless pleasure if she
lets herself surrender to it and if her mind permits her to feel it.

We had forgotten what millions of years of evolution had taught us.

I'm sure even cavemen were very romantic but when push came to shove
they knew that the only way to seal the deal was to club her over the
head, drag her by the hair into his cave and fuck her senseless.

Much to the cave-woman's relief.

No, I'm not literally suggesting clubbing anyone over the head, the key
to pleasing and dominating a woman is not by physical force.

Her thoughts and emotions are the most powerful tools in your arsenal.
You use physical sensations like pain and pleasure to feed those raging
fires within her mind.

The sting of a riding crop will fire her adrenalin and emotions in much
the same way as the feel of someone sliding their tongue over her
nipples.

The real art lies in knowing how to combine the two and how much to
apply.

I learned from every experience I had. Every act of sex was an
educational experience as well as something to be enjoyed. The more I
learned the more enjoyable it became.

The most important thing you must know is that a man (or even another
woman) cannot 'make' another woman climax. It is the woman herself who
makes it happen. What we do is help facilitate her orgasm, which is no
small thing.

On that evening when we broke Jen, we facilitated her into coming five
times. Every time there was a price to pay for her pleasure but in the
end the very thought of that pain was almost enough to make her come
all by herself.

Sure we facilitated it, but it was Jen's own mind that made it all
possible. This is what 99.9% of all men (and women for that matter)
don't understand and that is why they fail so often.

I'm sure you see my point by now. It wasn't me or Tracy that made her
come, it was Jen herself. She would never have had even one orgasm if
deep down she hadn't been open to it and turned on by it.

Jen, in fact, had surpassed all my expectations that night. The image
of Jen moaning and shuddering while Tracy fucked her tight pussy with a
huge strap-on has to be one of the hottest things I've ever seen, and
I've seen a lot.

All of her sensitive spots were now neatly pierced.

I was so happy with her performance that after about a week had passed,
I took her jewelery shopping and up-graded her. The jewelery adorning
her pussy alone (one in her clit and one in each labia) are valued at
more than $2000 now, and each nipple ring got a $700 upgrade. Jen is
now what you call a high price slut.

None of this is by accident. The jewelery symbolizes her value to me
but it also let's her know her place and her purpose.

While most women adorn their fingers with diamond rings, Jen has her
clit adorned with a diamond studded barbel. She's not the same girl she
was before we broke her.

The nice thing about fresh piercings is that they carry on stimulating
you for months afterward. Even the simple act of walking makes her
nipples rasp against her clothes and her clit piercing tease her till
shes out of breath.

I soon instructed her that all of her clothes even down to her panties
and bra had to be small and tight. She now looked like a perfect little
slut and the tight skimpy underwear made sure that her nipples and clit
got teased with every move he made.

I hadn't forgotten how much of a key role Tracy had played in the
success of that night. She always has been a free spirit and is very
much my equal in all things sexual. She is one of the few people who's
depravity is equal to my own and believe me that is hard to find.

Maybe it's for that reason that instead of vanishing into thin air like
she always did, Tracy and I stayed in close contact during the weeks
after our session with Jen.

I think we both sensed how special and amazing that night was and that
this was not a one off, but the beginning of debauchery and sexual
adventure on a legendary scale.

Together we could achieve much more than we could by ourselves and Jen
would play a her own huge part in all of this too.

Jen's performance that night had given me so much respect for her. She
had gone a long way towards making up for her past sins, but she still
had a long way to go. She needed to be groomed and supported, but she
also needed to be shown her place, harshly if necessary.

She knew she belonged to me now and she knew that from time to time I
would share the use of her body with others.

For the moment this meant enduring more sessions with Tracy and I.

For now, Jen was the focus of our sexual adventures but she was also
our test subject for various techniques that Tracy and I planned to use
on future recipients.

It's important to know that this didn't lessen Jen's status in the
least. It elevated it.

Tracy and I were equals but Jen was mine to control. I wanted to see
her develop and grow and she was doing so at an alarming rate.

I arrived home from work a few weeks ago to find a letter from Jen
sitting on my kitchen table. When I saw it I thought it was one of
those 'I can't do this anymore' kind of notes.

When I read it I was filled with respect and happiness.

I wasn't going to share it with anyone, but I have decided to
transcribe it here so that people might finally understand. It reads as
follows........

'Please forgive this note. I didn't know how to tell you these things
to your face. I didn't want to say the wrong thing and screw it up, so
I thought I would put it in a letter.

You are not the same man I knew 5 years ago. You do things to me that
no other person would dare to do. You make me feel things that I never
felt.

You turned me into your lowly whore and you have made me into a
plaything. You tease and spank and fuck me whenever you or Tracy wish
it.

I'm a successful and I might add, very well respected woman now.

I keep asking myself, 'how is it that I let this happen?' . But I also
ask myself 'how did he know all those things about me? How did he know
I would react so strongly to being treated that way'?

I've never felt so alive before. I've never felt so wanted and desired
as I do now. It's almost like you looked inside me and saw what I
needed. Even when you punish me I'm in heaven. I honestly can never
tell if you're gonna spank my pussy or fuck it and I love that about
you. Either one makes me want to scream and come.

I was never all that vocal before, but now you have to practically gag
me to shut me up.

You changed something in me deep down and I can't go back. I don't want
to go back.

I want to be your dirty little whore. I want to make you proud of me.

As I sit behind my desk at work each day, my panties get soaking wet
just thinking about what you're gonna do to me. I have to take at least
two extra pairs to work each day now. I get so wet that I can smell my
own arousal.

As soon as that happens I have to go to the bathroom and change panties
so everyone in the office won't smell it and realize how much of a
'bitch in heat' I have become.

Every time I move in my seat I feel the jewelry you bought me tease my
pussy and my nipples.

I want you to know that I'm your faithful little slut now. I love the
way you tease and violate and fuck me. You can tell Tracy that I also
love the way she teases and fucks and violates me too.

I am yours baby. I'm your dirty little slut and I would do anything to
please you.'

Truly Yours...

Jen.

Jen was transforming before our eyes. Tracy and I had awoken dormant
passions inside of her and she was discovering how a life without
limitations felt.

She was discovering what it meant to truly be alive.

I wanted her growth to continue. During that first night when we broke
her, Tracy and I had taken control. We were the aggressors.

Jen was our prey and we played with her like lions play with a gazelle
before going in for the kill. Now the time had come to change the game.

Jen would always be my little slut to control, but she also needed to
be groomed, and encouraged. It was time for her to join the lions and
experience the thrill of the hunt as well as the bliss of being
controlled.

She would now join Tracy and I and actively take part.

Jen would be kept on a very short leash, but she would be a predator
none the less. She would factor into our plans. A wolf in lamb's
clothing. The bait for our beautiful trap.

Finding the right woman to pursue is almost an art in itself. If you
have read the first part of this story you'll recall how Tracy and I
took a 25 year-old school teacher and gave her the hottest night of her
life.

That was no accident. Tracy and I went to a night club that night
looking for the perfect candidate and when we saw her standing by the
bar, alone and unsure of herself, we knew she was the one.

It's just something you feel when you meet someone. Under her quiet
exterior you could sense her frustration and the insecurity that came
from it.

We befriended her, and over the hours we learned about her life and
ambitions. After a few more hours Tracy got her to open up and talk
about all the fantasies she had dreamed of but would probably never get
to experience.

Tracy drew it all out of her in that subtle and nurturing way as only
another woman can. After that it was all a foregone conclusion.

A brief taxi ride to my place followed and when it was all over many
hours later she had experienced her wildest dreams.

She had been tied and spanked and cropped. She had kissed another woman
and eaten her pussy too. Her own pussy had been expertly eaten out and
she had tasted her own juices on the lips of another woman as they
kissed.

She was on all fours when she experienced her final orgasm of the
night. I knelt in front of her and held her head firmly as she opened
her lips wide and I began to fuck her mouth with deep deliberate
strokes.

All four fingers of her right hand were buried deep in her own cunt as
she fucked it hard and fast, making wet slurping sounds as she did.

She had no way of knowing what Tracy was up to behind her but she was
in for a big surprise.

She wailed as Tracy took advantage of per position and slid the tip of
a large strap-on dildo into the school teacher's tiny virgin ass.

It was slick and wet from her own pussy juices and Tracy sank in deep
almost immediately.

The fingers of her right hand pounded her own pussy like a jack-hammer
as I fucked her mouth with deep strokes and Tracy nailed her ass with
hard thrusts. Her orgasm became a powerful scream that seemed to go on
forever.

I have received many emails from her since. That night changed her
life. She is a liberated woman now with a powerful and amazing sex
life.

My point here, is that most women are afraid of their own desires. They
deny themselves the very thing they need because of shame or fear. It's
irrational.

Sleeping with another woman and enjoying it doesn't automatically turn
you into a full-on lesbian. Even if it turns out you were gay all along
at least you know that now, and can live an authentic and happier life.

Being tied and fucked and used like a sex toy should be an empowering
experience, not a demeaning one. After-all, all eyes in the room are on
you. Everyone who is there longs to be the one touching you. The room
is filled with raw sexual energy and you are the focus of it. You are
the object of desire.

Jen was clearly ready to step up, but I had no idea how to use her yet.

I wanted it to be special. Sure, I could take her clubbing with Tracy
and I, and she could pick up a girl for all three of us to play with,
but I wanted more than that for Jen.

Everything about her is exceptional, from her body to her cute little
mannerisms. She was made for bigger things.

Inspiration can strike in the strangest places. I like to think we live
in a free and open society, but I'm often reminded that some people
never got that message.

I watched the local TV news with contempt one morning as they
interviewed girl called Annabelle May. She had started an organization
called S.T.A.B., which believe it or not stood for 'Strength Through
Abstinence'.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

Here was this attractive girl who was apparently twenty four years old
and talking about 'reclaiming her virginity' and the sin of pleasure
for its own sake.

Everything about her was so much of a cliche that I thought it was some
kind of joke at first.

She was a conservatively dressed 'librarian' type who wore serious
looking glasses and was a little too academic for her own good.

Her light brown hair was tied in a neat pony-tail and despite her age,
she still looked like she had just stepped out of a high school debate
team.

All I could think was 'Christ what happened to you, who made you this
way?'

That was when inspiration hit. It was one of those rare moments when
the universe just seems to give you an answer to your problems. It was
perfect. It was beautiful.

I hit the 'record' button on the Tivo and captured the rest of the
interview. I then sent an urgent text message to Jen telling her to
report to my house immediately after work for an important talk.

I was buzzing all day, I couldn't wait to give Jen her new assignment.

Jen arrived at my house agitated and breathless. She had driven like a
mad woman to get to my place as quickly as possible and I could tell
she had run part of the way in her heels.

"I came from work as fast as I could" she wheezed breathlessly.

"Have I done something wrong? I swear I've been a perfect little girl
for you' I haven't touched myself like you told me, I swear it!"

"Don't worry baby" I reassured her, "I believe you, and this isn't
about that. I have something that you need to see and there is also
something very important that you need to do"

"What is it?" she continued. "You know I'd do anything for you".

"Watch this, and pay close attention". I told her to take a seat and I
played her the interview I had Tivo'd that morning.

Jen watched the whole Annabelle May interview, and when it was over she
sat quietly, not knowing quite what to make of it or what to say.

"Well, tell me what you think" I finally said, breaking the awkward
silence.

"Think about what?" she continued, sounding a little alarmed. "This is
a joke right?"

"No" I replied, "I'm very serious".

"You want me to reclaim my virginity?" Jen asked in total disbelief.

"No".

"Well then whats the reason for this. Surely you don't want me to join
this girl!"

"I want you to do a little more than that" I continued. "I want you to
seduce her".

Jen sat in stunned silence. The impact of what I had said took only a
few moments to sink in. The beginning of a smile began to spread across
her face and her whole demeanor suddenly changed.

"Do you really think I can do that?" she asked with growing excitement.
"I mean you heard what she just said about resisting temptation and
reclaiming her virginity!"

"Trust me", I reassured her, "Just take your time and do what I say and
you'll have her eating out of the palm of your hand."

"It's not the palm of my hand she'll be eating out of" Jen replied with
a wicked smile.

"That's my girl!" I told her with genuine pride.

I set Jen important homework for that night. She was to watch the
interview again five times. Each time she was to pay close attention to
body language and mannerisms, anything that would give her an insight
into Annabelle May.

During the fifth and final viewing, she was to use her vibrator and
make herself come. She was to focus on something about Annabelle she
found attractive. She was to use her.

I was giving Jen a little power and responsibility but it was important
to let her know her place. I'm sure she knew that very well but she
still needed to be shown.

"You need to understand how serious this is and how much faith I'm
putting in you"

"I understand" she replied with a smile, knowing what was probably
about to come next.

I placed a kitchen chair in the middle of the room and sat down.

"Across my knee", I ordered and Jen obeyed immediately.

She hiked up her skirt around her hips in that sensual way I'd come to
love, and then lay face down across my knee. Her ass cheeks presented a
beautiful, round target.

She wore a tight, black lace thong that was so small it must have
driven her crazy when it rubbed against her clit piercing.

"How do you want it?" I asked as I raised my hand.

"Spank me hard baby", Jen pleaded, "I need it really bad today".

I planted a harsh open-handed spank across each cheek and she let out a
loud moan.

I knew how it must have hurt as I rained down blows on each cheek, but
I could feel Jen's heat rise with every spank. Her body tensed each
time and the smell of her arousal was unmistakeable.

Breaking Jen Ch. 02

by real_first_time (UID 1077695)

http://www.literotica.com/s/breaking-jen-ch-02

The transformation of Jen & the seduction of Annabelle May.

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I finally grabbed a thick hand-full of her blonde hair in my left had
and pulled her head back as I sped up the assault on her ass cheeks
with my right. It was a beautiful sight and she responded instantly.

"Don't stop baby......Oh god...pull my hair and spank my ass like a
little whore. Oh god.... Oh fuck .....please.......please spank my
slutty ass."

Like I said earlier, she had come a very long way in a very short space
of time.

Jen never used to be so vocal.

The new Jen made a lot of noise and I never punished her for that, If
anything I encouraged it. She would whimper and beg and call herself a
little whore.

Some of you may not understand this, but saying those things was
liberating for her. She was now able vocalize all of the feelings she
had kept hidden away all of her life.

If I needed her to be quiet I simply gagged her which usually turned
her on even more. It was a win, win situation.

The next morning I sent her an e-mail to confirm that she had done her
assigned homework. I received a reply within an hour. I never realized
how much of a natural Jen would be at this. I knew she wanted to make
me proud, and she was succeeding. This is what she wrote.

'Thank-you for punishing me last night, I needed that so badly. Yes I
was a good girl for you. I watched Annabelle get interviewed five
times.

I understand why you chose her for me. The first few times I just
listened to what she said.

She's not faking it, she really does believe all of that shit. It's
almost sad, I think she is very unhappy deep down.

The next couple of times I watched her body and I got a totally
different message. Talking about sex made her shift in her seat and her
breathing changed. Honestly I think she's just a frustrated little
bitch. There's something going on underneath all that. I can't wait to
break that frigid little cunt-tease.

I enjoyed the fifth time the most. She may be a cold bitch but shes got
beautiful perky tits and I'm really gonna enjoy sucking on them. The
dirty little whore made me come twice. I hardly needed my vibrator at
all.

Tell me what you want me to do next baby. I can't wait!

Your faithful little slut....

Jen.'

I replied back and told Jen what a good little girl she had been. I
also had fresh instructions. Annabelle May had been a busy girl. Her
S.T.A.B. organization (I still find that name funny and somehow ironic)
already had its own website with it's own forum.

Most importantly of all, Annabelle May's own personal e-mail address
was on the front page.

The hunt had begun and Jen officially became S.T.A.B.'s newest member.

This was going to be fun.

By the end of the day she had signed on and even had her own thread in
the forum!.

I left the details to Jen, but I have to admit, her profile was a work
of art. She came across as demure with a hint of playfulness. Her
profile photo was conservative but still had a sexual quality to it.

Next it was time for first contact and within two days Jen had sent a
long and heart-felt e-mail to Annabelle May which I had pre-approved
before it was sent.

Jen shared with Annabelle how much she was inspired by seeing the
interview on local TV. She talked about her attempts to control her own
lust and wanted to know more about reclaiming her virginity.

That very night she got her first reply from Annabelle, and from that
point on we referred to it as 'Jen's Project'.

The seduction of Annabelle May had officially begun.

Over a period of two weeks there were daily e-mail exchanges and many
hours spent in private chat in the S.T.A.B. site forum. Not
surprisingly there weren't a lot of subscribers to Annabelle's rather
extreme views on sex and Jen was fast becoming her closest confidante.

One night I actually asked Jen if her head was in the right place. I
had read some of the forum chats and e-mails and I was starting to
wonder.

Jen's answer put any questions I had to rest.

"You have no idea how much I wanna break-in that little whore for you"
She said with a wicked smile before continuing. "She's just a fucked-up
and repressed little girl. I've never met someone so in need of a good
hard fuck."

Jen and I talked long and hard about Annabelle for at least an hour and
all the pieces of the puzzle began to fit into place.

This was the most elaborate and intriguing seduction I had ever been
involved with and with Jen's help it was going to be the greatest.

I had planned all along to bring Tracy into my plans and Jen was
excited about that too. Ever since the night that we had broken Jen,
Tracy had played a huge part in her transformation and I wanted that to
continue.

The information Jen gave me about Annabelle May was very revealing.

She was an extremely attractive girl with a genius level I.Q., but for
all her intelligence she was still woefully inadequate when it came to
relationships and dealing with people in general.

It wasn't surprising really.

Study and academic learning was the one area in which she had excelled
and had total control over.

When it came to the opposite sex and life in general she was ill
prepared and under-confident. Her own sexuality made her feel uneasy so
she hid herself under conservative clothing.

No guys pursued her in high-school or even after that.

She threw poly-syllabic words into every sentence thinking people would
be impressed by her intelligence, when all it did was push guys away
and make them think she was a 'stuck-up bitch'.

Things had gotten worse for her lately. She had made herself the
poster-girl for abstinence with this little crusade of hers and no sane
guy would go near her.

I started all this because I saw a sanctimonious bitch that needed to
be taken down a few pegs, but what I was discovering was something
different all-together.

This girl was in real trouble.

If you think that this knowledge prompted either Jen or I to feel
compassion and change our minds in any way then you would be wrong.

Now more than ever, this girl needed to be taught a lesson.

We would show her that intelligence wasn't the only asset she
possessed. She would be carefully manipulated into learning that truth.

As I said earlier, a woman's thoughts and emotions are the most
powerful tools in your arsenal.

Annabelle possessed an exceptional mind. Her passage into womanhood
needed to be equally exceptional. Her potential was limitless. Her
ordeal would be beautiful and without mercy. We would save her from
herself.

A few days later, Jen told me that she and Annabelle would have their
first video chat that night and it would be their first face to face
conversation.

This was a good development.

I wasn't sure how to take advantage of that yet but I knew there must
be a way.

I asked Jen if she was able to record both sides of the conversation.
She wasn't sure but she would try that night and e-mail me the file
tomorrow if it worked.

Jen then made a request that puzzled me. She asked me to send a blank
text message to her mobile phone at precisely 8.30pm.

"I know it doesn't make much sense right now, but it's important and
you're gonna love it", she had told me.

I sent the blank text at precisely 8.30pm that night. Jen's reply text
was interesting.

"Thank-you baby, your timing is perfect. The horny little bitch is
staring at me right now. You're gonna be so proud of me. Recording
everything. Check your in-box tomorrow. Xox."

Sure enough the next morning there was an e-mail from Jen with a large
video attachment. She had done well. The entire 40 minute Skype
conversation was there. Both video feeds appeared on -screen. I
downloaded it to my i-pad and I spent most of my lunch hour watching
the drama unfold.

Annabelle insisted that Jen simply call her Anna from now on and as the
conversation deepened both girls began to open up to each other.

Jen did an amazing job. Every now and then she would make subtle
sensual gestures that Annabelle seemed to unconsciously mirror in
almost parrot fashion. A connection had been made.

I smiled when I heard Jen's mobile chirping in the background, knowing
that it was the blank text message I had sent her.

"I'm really sorry", Jen apologized, "I'm expecting a really important
text from work, could you hold on while I give them a quick reply?"

"No problem" Anna replied with a smile.

Jen stood up and reached over her laptop to pick up the phone.

Everything became clear to me at that point and I was amazed at the
sheer brilliance of it.

Jen's face was now out of view but the pc camera now stared directly
down her blouse as she leaned forward.

The sound of buttons being pushed could be heard as she was sending a
text reply.

"Be with you in a few moments Anna", Jen said sounding a little
distracted. She seemed completely unaware of the view she was giving
Annabelle. It was a fantastic performance.

Her impressive cleavage was on full display and a feminine white lace
bra pushed her breasts up and forward.

The lingerie was sensual but also totally transparent. Jen's rigid and
pierced nipples were clearly visible as they strained against the white
lace.

Annabelle's face registered a mixture of surprise and embarrassment and
she looked away at first.

Jen was still busy texting back a her reply. A few moments later
Annabelle resumed watching Jen, and this time she didn't look away.

She swallowed hard and moved in her seat as Jen's blouse fell open a
little more.

She inhaled sharply when she caught a 'not so secret' glimpse of Jen's
nipples and she leaned in just a little closer.

Annabelle began chewing her lower lip like a nervous five year-old.

Jen then arched her back just a little which only served to improve the
view.

It was a subtle move but it clearly confirmed that not only were Jen's
nipples neatly pierced, they were also rigid and aroused.

Annabelle gently closed her eyes for just a little longer than was
necessary.

When she opened them again Jen was once again staring her in the face
and was full of apologies.

"I'm so sorry about that. There's an important contract at work that
needed my approval. You have my full attention now".

Jen seemed completely oblivious to the show she had just put on.

Annabelle told her It was fine, but she stuttered almost every word.

She said nothing of what she had just seen, instead she acted more like
a child who had just got caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

Later on that day, I received a text from Jen. Both of us seemed to be
thinking the same thing.

"You saw her reaction?"

"Yes I saw it all" I replied, " Things are gonna happen fast now".

The time had come to bring Tracy on-board. Up until now she had known
nothing of Jen's little project but that was all about to change. The
seduction of Annabelle May would take place in stages over the course
of a single weekend.

The Friday would be a fun and liberating day for Annabelle as she and
Jen got to know each other.

Tracy and I would also meet her for the first time on that day, but
nothing serious would happen that night.

Jen would first establish trust and engage in a little harmless
flirting. Nothing overt would happen other than perhaps some incidental
touching. Light and harmless things that would be too small to mention
but enough to give Annabelle a sleepless night.

The gloves would come off on Saturday night and no player would be left
on the bench.

Jen was the bait. She would manipulate her prey and reel her in like a
fisherman reels in a Giant Marlin. Once the prey is landed, Tracy will
join in and bring her impressive skills to the bedroom. Lastly I will
add my own expertise for a finale that should bring the house down.

I'm stating the obvious here, but no two women are alike. Annabelle's
ordeal would be no less extreme than Jen's was, but it would be
tailored specifically to her.

Annabelle was not a virgin but she had not had sex with anyone in over
three years.

I found that incredibly sad when Jen told me and the reasons were
varied.

Her past experiences with sex (and men in general), were so rushed and
un-fulfilling that she had somehow compartmentalized her priorities.
She now thought of sex as 'unnecessary' and 'over-rated'.

Up until now she had no sexual experience at all with other women. I
doubted very much that she was a Lesbian, but she had reacted very
strongly to Jen's Skype performance a few days ago. It was very clear
that the thought of being with another woman touched a nerve somewhere
deep down inside her.

Jen dropped one last bombshell that suddenly made everything make
sense. Annabelle had never experienced an orgasm in her life. Not one.
She doubted she was even able to experience one.

She shared that information with Jen in the same way someone would talk
about drinking a glass of water. Clinically and dispassionately.

"What if she's right?" Jen asked, "What if she's just not able to
come?"

"Your job just got a whole lot easier." I continued. "You are gonna
start by giving her the first climax of her life, maybe even a couple
of them. After that she is gonna wet herself and beg like a whore when
Tracy starts with her"

"Fuck I love it when you talk like that" Jen replied, but she was also
worried. "Just how do you propose that I'm gonna make that frigid slut
come?"

"Easier than you think" I replied.

I knew what Jen was about to say and I knew what needed to be done.

"Look baby you are the most amazing guy, and you seem to know me inside
and out, but, if you're trying to tell me that you know the answer to
something that millions of women don't, then you had better share it!"

I did better than that. I showed her.

I've debated with myself whether to include what I'm about to tell you
in this story. Mostly because it will slow the pace. However, knowing
what I'm about to write may actually change lives. (I know that sounds
grandiose, but it's still true)

Annabelle had never experienced and orgasm.

This had as much to do with her state of mind as much as anything else.
I've already explained earlier that you can't 'give' a woman an orgasm,
she give's it to herself, but you can effectively 'facilitate' her
orgasm.

You must put her in the right state of mind. There must be no pressure
to climax and you must create an environment that's conducive.

Once you've done that, there is a simple method that with produce a
crashing orgasm (maybe multiple) within 15 minutes. What's more there
is a 95% success rate for any woman regardless of her past.

I prepared Jen as Annabelle would be prepared. I had her spread on the
bed with each wrist and ankle tied to a corner so she was face-up and
spread. She was also blindfolded because when the time came Annabelle
would be too.

Clearly you don't need to be tied and blindfolded, the woman just needs
to be relaxed and lying on her back with her legs comfortably spread.

A good tip is to tell her to comfortably bend her knees and place the
souls of her feet together.

Being controlled and restrained is an extreme turn-on for Jen (and will
be for Annabelle too when the time comes) so the restraints and
blindfold were my own addition.

I'm going to say this one more time. This method is real. Literotica is
a great place for fiction, but the method I'm about to write isn't
fiction.

On this particular night Jen had come directly from work and I had tied
her to the bed fully clothed, which created an interesting problem.

I wanted access to her body. A tight white blouse hid her breasts and a
small, almost slutty little skirt hid what was below. She was
blindfolded and oblivious to my intentions.

"I like your outfit baby but I'm afraid I need to see your tits". Jen
didn't reply but her breathing was now getting rapid.

I fetched my wallet and pulled out a crisp hundred dollar note.

I ordered Jen to open her mouth wide and she obliged.

"I hope you like the taste of money" I told her before screwing the
hundred into a little ball and shoving it into her mouth.

"Here's a hundred dollars for a new blouse and bra". Those brief words
were the only warning I gave her before grabbing a handful of blouse
and tearing it open in one pull.

The white lace bra I'd seen in the Skype conversation was underneath. I
tore that off with similar disregard.

Her nipples stood hard and erect and I gave each nipple piercing a
sharp tug. Her body shuddered and she gave a cute little yelp that
sounded a lot like the mewing of a kitten.

Jen loved being treated this way.

She whimpered and thrust her hips upward, lifting her butt off the bed.

"Not so fast slut", I scolded her. I planted an open-handed slap across
her right breast and she sank down immediately, moaning loudly as she
did.

"You're gonna need a new skirt and panties", I informed her before
shoving a second hundred in her mouth and then ripping her skirt up the
side.

Her already soaked panties tore away easily to reveal a perfectly
shaved pussy with each labia expertly pierced and an expensive diamond
stud through her clit.

"God Tracy and I did good work" I said aloud, commenting on Jen's
perfect little pussy.

She couldn't say much with two hundred dollars stuffed in her mouth,
and with the blindfold on she couldn't even see.

She just moaned luxuriously and ground her pussy in small circles as if
she was being fucked by an invisible cock.

Jen was clearly in the right state of mind so I began immediately and
gave her specific instructions.

"Pay close attention to everything you feel and to everything I do,
understood?" Jen nodded.

"I'm going to start touching you in a certain way and I want you to
open up, let your mind go and censor nothing. Feel my every touch and
use everything you learn tonight on Annabelle"

And with that I began.

Before I tell it to you, there are a few things you must know.

Most males consider it a major achievement to locate the clitoris on a
woman. A little knowledge can be a dangerous thing. Armed with that
knowledge they usually assault the clit in an effort to trigger an
orgasm.

If simply just making her come as fast as possible is your goal then
you have missed the point.

Her orgasm is a by-product of physical and mental arousal.

It is not rushed and it's all about control. Giving up control will
turn her on more than you know, it gives her permission to feel the
dirtiest things she always wanted, without being responsible for them.

Giving her total control has the same effect. Give a woman enough rope
(literally in some cases) and she will tie her man to a bed and ride
him raw like a cow-girl until she comes screaming.

But I'm getting off track a little.

There is a certain area of the clitoris that is more sensitive than any
other place. Gentle massaging of that area with a finger tip results in
eventual and unstoppable orgasms.

From the woman's point of view that area is located in the upper left
quadrant of her clit. From the males perspective, if he is in front and
staring at her clit it would be the 'one o'clock' position.

Kneeling beside her on the bed, you simply slide your left hand under
her ass cheeks and cradle them. You then use the free thumb of your
left hand to apply pressure to her pussy being careful not to enter it.
Your right hand is then free to draw back the hood of the clitoris with
your middle fingers and then gently rub the upper left area of her clit
with your index finger in a very very light 'come hither' motion.

That, my friends is the secret. The holy grail.

There should be no hurry and no pressure to climax, just let her lay
back and enjoy. The slow march toward orgasm will build and build. Each
little movement building upon the last. The success rate is close to
100% in every woman regardless of if she has come before or not.

Breaking Jen Ch. 02

by real_first_time (UID 1077695)

http://www.literotica.com/s/breaking-jen-ch-02

The transformation of Jen & the seduction of Annabelle May.

Page 3 of 3 page(s) (6292 characters)

It's a process that should last no longer than fifteen minutes and it
is recommended to stop when your time is up. Odds are that she came
hard at least once, but even if she didn't she would have had a
wonderful experience and will no doubt come hard next time if she is
relaxed and open to it.

Yes. I just killed the pace of the story a little with that clinical
description, but knowing that will help you understand. I had to be
specific because it's information that really could change lives.

Everything you just read, I applied to Jen with dramatic results.
Things started slowly but with each little caress Jen's heat grew. She
was a good girl for me and did everything I asked. She opened herself
up and censored nothing.

You can compare the experience to what happens when you blow up a
balloon. At fist you don't feel much pressure but with each blow the
pressure builds and it doesn't go away, it just gets stronger. You know
that eventually the balloon will burst if you keep it up. When It does
burst its usually loud and violent.

Jen started quietly but she didn't stay that way. I was glad I had tied
her wrists and ankles to the bed. She came loud and violently at the
five minute mark. She spat the money out of her mouth with a low growl
as she ground her cunt into my hand. She then arched her back and
yelled out an impressive string of obscenities. It was a real insight
into Jen and valuable information for the future.

"Oh fuck....Make me your little whore baby...fuck your dirty little
whore".

When I pointed out the only five minutes had passed and she still had
ten minutes to go, she became frenzied and her requests became louder
and dirtier.

" Oh god I can't take it. Please just turn me over and fuck my slutty
little ass...oh god I wanna feel it. I wanna feel you fuck my ass."

I didn't stop. It was important that she understood what she had to do
and what it would feel like for Annabelle.

She came two more times before the fifteen minutes was up. I untied her
when it was over and she just lay there shaking for the next five
minutes.

When she was recovered she finally spoke and I knew she now understood.

"Oh god that was so fuckin intense. Annabelle is gonna scream like a
whore for me"

"Just like you just did?" I said with a smile.

"Louder" Jen replied.

END OF PART TWO

Story Tags: seduction; domination; abstinence; slut; lesbian; whore;
punishment; skype

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