Chapter 6 Self-pleasure

What is the reason for self-pleasure?
Grace thought that his first words should be "turn on the video."
This was the answer from her previous owner.
Men's nature is like this, the master they find on the internet may not truly understand what Dom and Sub really are. Some men pretend to be Doms, but they are actually looking for free, obedient sex slaves.
Sometimes, Grace encounters these disputes in the group, and she feels sad. She feels that maybe she will never find a master who fits her taste in this lifetime.
It's too difficult, everyone knows that.
But C asked her, "What is the reason for self-pleasure?"
The restlessness in her body gradually calmed down as she pondered this question, and Grace sat in front of the mirror, looking at her phone.
A kind of misty doubt surrounded her mind, she didn't know what his purpose was in asking this question.
Is it flirting? Trying to create a mood?
Or is it true that he cares about the reasons behind this matter?
Her fingers moved around the screen for a few moments.
Grace: Because sexual desire arises.
Grace chose a straightforward answer.
C: Are there any other reasons?
Grace's lips lightly pursed, he really cares about why she self-pleasures. Instead of hearing her pleasure herself and immediately asking her to turn on the video and show him everything.
The damp hair stuck coldly to Grace's arm, and her facial expression became somewhat solemn.
Grace: "There is another situation, which is when I am nervous. I frequently pleasure myself to force myself out of that state of anxiety."
C: How effective is it?
Grace: It can relieve some of the anxiety, but it is also easy to fall into a new void.
C: I understand. It is difficult for you to control your emotions.
Grace: Yes, you're right.
C: But now, due to your work, you are easily in a state of tension, so you hope that someone can help you.
Grace: Yes.
Grace felt her heart pounding, he seemed to be figuring out her current situation and then giving their relationship a final verdict: yes or no.
On the other end of the screen, C's message didn't come back asquickly usual.
Grace couldn't bear the torment of waiting like this, and she pressed her body tightly against the hard wall.
Negative emotions immediately rushed in, engulfing her completely.
Grace admitted that she wasn't an optimistic person.
From her childhood environment, she received more neglect and denial.
Denial that a girl could study well, denial of how much achievement a girl could have.
When she entered middle school and high school, she was the thorn in the eye of the small groups in her class.
Being pretty was a sin in such a small place, her father came to school to see her twice, wearing a patched jacket that had lost its color.
Grace had pulled him to the cafeteria, wanting her father to finish the hot meal before leaving. But her father thought she was embarrassed to have him appear at the entrance of the classroom, so he loudly scolded her.
Many years later, when Grace thinks back to these things, she still will.
Silently shedding tears.
She doesn't hate her parents; they have done the most they could for her.
But sometimes, she is glad that she left.
In Italy, she had the chance to start the life she wanted.
However, those easily triggering negative emotions always followed her like shadows.
For example, at this moment, she is waiting for C's trial.
Grace took a few deep breaths, telling herself not to be so fragile.
Then, she felt her phone vibrate.
C: Sorry, there was a work interruption just now.
Before Grace could reply "It's okay," C's second message arrived.
C: What do you think of me?
Grace stood frozen in place.
She breathed slowly and cautiously, making sure that the words she typed wouldn't upset him.
Grace: I think highly of you. You have always taught me to protect my privacy and not send you photos with my face.
Although giving my boss coffee is a punishment, I find difficult to accomplish, when I managed to deliver the coffee successfully, I felt that my initial fear of my boss diminished. He is not a devouring demon.
You said good children shouldn't lie, and I won't lie to you anymore. I told you I was masturbating, but you didn't immediately ask me to send you a video or photo. I trust you.
She typed out a long string of words, sending it. Grace felt a sense of relief.
Confessing in front of C was easier than lying.
C: Grace, I like your frankness.
Grace's mouth curled upwards endlessly.
Grace: So, did I pass the assessment?
C: There's no assessment, it's a mutual choice. You choose me, and I choose you.
This immense joy instantly filled Grace's chest, turning her into a pink balloon that seemed like it could float away.
C: I need to schedule a time to discuss your boss with you in detail.
Grace: Can we do it the day after tomorrow at 8 pm? It's Saturday.
C: That works.
Grace silently laughed until her mouth ached.
She wondered if she could now call him "Master".
She wanted to type "Goodnight, Master."
But C's message came back again: Now you need to accept the punishment of delayed chat.
Grace's smile instantly faded, her heart pounding, unsure if there was more worry or anticipation.
Grace: Master, what is your punishment?
C: Open the video.
Grace froze for a second, then quickly shifted the camera towards the white wall, and dialed a video call to him.
C answered quickly, but his screen was black.
C: "How do you masturbate?"
Over the phone, C's voice came, and Grace stiffened all over.
Did she mishear? Or was it just a voice that sounded too similar?
But can Caesar speak English? She had never heard him speak, even when they were alone together.
No, Caesar doesn't speak English.
No one in the team mentioned this matter, nor did anyone hear Caesar speak English.
But his mother is British…
But didn't she cheat soon after giving birth to him? There shouldn't be anyone in his family who speaks English anymore...
In just a few seconds, Grace's brain spun.
C spoke again: "You're distracted."
Grace heard his voice again.
No, it's not quite the same. It's just very similar.
C's tone was higher, not like Caesar.
Grace held back her pounding heart and said, "I'm sorry, I'll use the sucking toy."
On the phone, C's voice came again:
"The punishment rule is simple, use the toy at the highest level, but no climax allowed."