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This is #8 in the Service House Training Stories. It is a serial read. You can start from the beginning HERE.

Periwinkle arrived at her assigned room. Naked and pacing, she attempted to shake herself from the erotic storm she witnessed. The mixture of torment and lust between Orlando and Lowell was abundant. She was caught up in something. There was so much she didn’t know about being at Service House.

The door opened, and Julianna peeked in.

“Hi, Periwinkle.”

“Hi. What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to help you get ready for your session. How are you doing after that demonstration?”

“I’m wired. I’m not sure what is going on between those two or why I seem to be in the middle of it.”

Julianna patted the bed for Periwinkle to sit down. After she had settled on the bed, Julianna stroked her hair, careful not to touch her anywhere else. It soothed Periwinkle.

“Sometimes the testosterone surge is bigger than the both of them. But it will all work out.”

“I just want to have good teachers so I can be the best at service.”

“I understand Periwinkle. Sometimes the people mix is fascinating.”

“What do you mean?”

Julianna fidgeted for a moment.

“No one has explained it to you, Periwinkle.”

“Explained what?”

“Here at the House, you’re what we call an amplifier. Your presence amps up sexual energy. Feel the charge in the room? That’s you.”

“It is?”

“That’s why they are aggressive. Those men, they want more sensation. You can give them that.”

“I don’t understand, Julianna.”

“When we all start at Service House, sexual qualities are identified in each of us. I’m called a matcher. I can match the sexual intensity of anyone I touch. I can’t create it or amplify it, like you.”

Periwinkle studied her, thinking.

“How do you do that?”

“By a single well-placed touch.”

“Are you saying during my sexual arousal, if you touched me, my sexual energy becomes yours?”

“Yes.”

“So, if I move into an intense sexual scene and you touch me, you match me with my experience.”

Julianna nodded.

 “So, if someone touches you, does he or she feel you and me?”

“Uh-huh.  That’s the amplifying part. It just gets bigger. Do you want to see what it’s like before your session with Orlando?” Julianna was a pure pleasure seeker.

Periwinkle wondered if she would be punished for this, but she wanted a friend here, someone to talk to.

“Yes.”

“Perfect. I want you to think about the session you just witnessed. Place yourself back in the room. Focus on the feelings.”

Periwinkle closed her eyes. It was as if her body was an old fashion thermometer. You could see her temperature rising. Color flushed her skin, and she sucked on her lip.

“Tell me, what is playing on your mind?”

“Their interaction, just now and…on the hardwood table in last week’s teaching session.”

“Yes, good,” said Julianna, admiring Periwinkle.

“Orlando perceives what Lowell wants and how to—”

“Either give it to him or frustrate him.”

“Yes, the need was great.”

“Who’s need, Periwinkle?”

She whispered, “Both of them.”

“Now, lie back, let me show you.”

Julianna desired an erotic jolt, but she knew it was too soon to touch Periwinkle, so she instructed instead.

“Put your hands on your breasts. Roll your nipples between your fingers.”

The words alone sent sexy shockwaves south. As Periwinkle worked her peaks, her breathing quickened. Julianna felt Periwinkle’s arousal building, and she craved it.

“Slide your feet up and drop your knees out. I want access to your wet folds.” The sheets crumpled as her feet dragged closer to her ass and then Periwinkle eased each leg out to the side.

“How are your nipples?”

“Hard, sensitive.”

Julianna hovered over Periwinkle, blowing on her skin but not touching her.

Julianna’s breath technique allowed Periwinkle to access her body memories. When Julianna blew on her nipples, Periwinkle remembered the night Orlando tied the ribbons to them. The attached weights pulled on her tips and made her needy, like now.

Julianna puckered her lips and sprayed warm air back and forth across Periwinkle’s stomach, and Periwinkle replayed the previous scene of the two men as their sexual chemistry surged. Her mouth dropped open with want.

As warm air passed by her ass cheeks, it called to mind Orlando’s butt plug insertion on their first night. Periwinkle clenched.

Moving up her body, Julianna lingered over Periwinkle’s face and then lightly breathed on her lips. It sent Periwinkle to teaching night. She had tasted Lowell’s cock as the magic wand vibrations exploded on her clit. That orgasm had been massive. The memory of sucking him came with all the body sensations.

“Oh, Periwinkle, you are so ready. I’m going to—”

“Julianna, what are you doing?”

Master Lowell’s loud voice boomed from the doorway, and then the door slammed behind him. Julianna jumped off the bed and assumed her training position.

Periwinkle re-lived an all too familiar low-riding ache. Why was this happening, again? She attempted to sit up to her assigned training position.

“Stay where you are, Periwinkle.”  She squeezed her eyes shut.

“Julianna. Go to Room F and tell the attendant to follow the procedures for unauthorized sexual intent.”

Julianna gasped.

“Yes, Master Lowell.”

“I will be in later.”

“Yes, sir.”

The door closed behind Julianna without any sound. It was as if all the air had been sucked out of the room leaving only the sexual tension of Periwinkle’s body. She was a hyper-sensitive mess, radiating a sexual need she had never felt before.

“Periwinkle, open your eyes.” When she did, she spotted Master Lowell crouched at the end of the bed between her legs.

“Your need, little one, it is tapping into mine.” Those words and his gaze reactivated her sexual desire, exactly where Julianna left off.

“When my fingers enter your channel, and my thumb touches your clit, you will experience our raw sexual energy, and you will instantly orgasm.”

He rose and puffed his breath over each nipple, then down her abdomen, and to her sex. All of the memories brought forth with Julianna swirled in her mind again. As promised, when Lowell’s touched her, an orgasm ignited. It was a pleasure beyond any she had experienced, and she soared.

Lowell draped a piece of silk material across her body.

“This is your gift. It has absorbed all your pleasure.” He caressed her foot, and his fingers lingered.

Overwhelmed with thoughts and feelings, Periwinkle clutched the silk as Lowell left the room. She knew he was headed to Julianna. 



 


Comments

Amy Lee
03/02/2017 7:46pm

Hot! Hot! Hot! Thanks Dr. J!

Dr. J.
03/02/2017 10:59pm

Thank for reading. Glad you enjoyed it!


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