The climax of being disciplined in the car

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At 7:30 in the morning, my master woke me up. The moment I appeared naked in front of Z, I lowered my head, my right hand trying to grab my left elbow to cover my breasts. My master said that after using the toilet and shaving, I was done; no enema was needed. My master gave me a camel-colored long sweater, leggings, and a black scarf. After putting them on, I felt the colors were too dark. The leggings were a bit unusual; they were open-crotch, completely exposing my genitals and anus. I even felt that these leggings were more shameful than being naked; wearing them felt like a surgical drape, deliberately exposing these areas. Z was dressed normally, in casual jeans and a blue turtleneck sweater. The four of us went downstairs together, and my master drove us to the neighboring city.
My master said this trip was mainly for food and training. He said the neighboring city was famous for its food, both dishes and desserts were excellent. Z and I sat in the back seat without saying a word. Sister N said the navigation indicated we were still almost an hour away from our destination, and suggested I experience Z's finger skills. The master said I should also learn how to use my hands to bring a woman to the ultimate experience. The master told me to take off all my clothes, which I was reluctant to do so slowly. Sister N said Z would help me, so I sped up. Now, of the four people in the car, I was the only one completely naked; the other three were dressed normally. Z had me sit on his lap, but I was still embarrassed. Z then pulled me onto his lap, and I turned my back to him. Sister N took out her phone and filmed the whole thing, telling me to take it back as a lesson in how to serve my mistress.

Z used his left hand to hold my hands behind my back, and with the index finger of his other hand, he gently circled my chest, preventing my hands from moving. Then he gently stroked my lower abdomen with his entire palm, gradually moving downwards until he reached the soft area below my abdomen and above my genitals, where he stopped. His hand then returned upwards, caressing the upper edge of my breasts, my cleavage, and the sides. He then circled his fingers on my right areola, but didn't directly stimulate the nipple. I gradually realized that Z was playing hard to get; he had used this tactic when he gave me oral sex earlier. At this point, he released my hand with his left hand, telling me not to move. He repeated the same motion on my left breast with his left hand, circling the areola. I looked down at my areola; there were already some small bumps. But Z still hesitated to touch my nipple. He spread his legs, and mine opened as well. He used both hands to smear the fluid from my genitals onto my labia majora, and then began to massage them. First, he slid his middle and index fingers upwards between my thighs and labia, then used both thumbs to press down on my entire labia, repeating this many times until my labia were completely engorged, hot, and swollen. My clitoris was stimulated by his massage, sending waves of pleasure through me. But then he stopped at my clitoris and inserted his right middle finger directly into my vagina. I could feel his finger searching for my G-spot, and when he touched it, I could feel how sensitive it was. He tapped it with his middle finger, with a lot of force but not much frequency. His left hand used his index and middle fingers to press down on my labia, sliding them up, the only constant being that he didn't touch my clitoris. At this point, I felt like I needed to urinate, and I told Z that I was afraid of urinating in his car. He said not to hold it in, there were pads in the car, and I could just wash it off. I had read a lot online about the feeling of G-spot orgasms, and it was said that you feel like you need to urinate before orgasm, and that releasing it would lead to a G-spot orgasm. But I still couldn't quite manage it. Although my master had seen me naked and in orgasmic states, he had never seen me urinate or defecate. If it's normal for a woman to have sex with a man and reach orgasm, then it's also normal for that orgasm to be seen. However, urination and defecation are still somewhat private matters. Although everyone needs to urinate and defecate, being seen or photographed by others is not normal. My master told me to relax and not to worry about getting the car dirty. He was still concerned about me getting his car dirty, but actually, I was embarrassed to urinate in front of the people in the car. Sister N told me to put on a blindfold. She took one out of her bag and handed it to Z.

Z helped me put on the blindfold. I found that the blindfold was a good thing; at least it could deceive me. After losing my sight, I could only fully experience Z's right hand massaging my G-spot and her left hand sliding on my labia. My body had just felt a little cold because of the blindfold, but it was aroused again. Z's left hand massaged my labia for a few moments before moving to my lower abdomen, while both hands simultaneously pushed towards my bladder. An overwhelming urge to urinate became uncontrollable. As my sphincter relaxed, a wave of pleasure washed over me, and I lost all ability to think. The following account comes from watching N-sister's video. I ejaculated a small amount of non-sticky fluid, like I was urinating. Then Z's finger pressed against the inside of my vagina, pulled it out, and I ejaculated again. He then inserted his finger again, kneading forcefully, and pulled it out sharply, causing me to ejaculate again. This repeated four times until I collapsed into Z's arms. My master and N-sister cheered as I ejaculated, congratulating me on my first G-spot orgasm.

After my orgasm, I entered a period of post-coital bliss. I realized I was sinking into depravity. I felt sorry for J again. This time, it wasn't my boyfriend, myself, or any tool that brought me to orgasm, but another man's hand. And the pleasure of this orgasm was unprecedented, surpassing any instance of masturbation, sex, or discipline. Yet, all of this originated from another man's hand. Most importantly, during this orgasm, Z deliberately avoided my nipples, clitoris, or anus—sensitive spots that would previously give me orgasms—yet still brought me to the most intense climax I've ever experienced. I'm afraid I'll lose myself in the pursuit of stimulation and pleasure; I'm afraid I'll become like the heroine in a novel, swallowed up by pleasure, enslaved by pleasure, giving up on myself, letting my body control my mind.

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