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By C. A. Taylor
9 Lessons
“Girls, go to your room and take a nap. I’ll deal with you later.” Silently the girls fled from the room, leaving William alone with the Mistress. Without a word, the Mistress walked across the room and bent down to release William’s cuffs from the floor.
“Follow me,” she ordered. She led him back outside to the marble pillar used for his photo session, and this time placed him facing it. She again ascended the stepladder and ordered William to raise his arms over his head while she attached his restraints to a pulley recessed in the overhead marble slab. Stepping down, she adjusted the tension until William was stretched up on the balls of his feet and tied the rope off to the pillar in front of him, locking him in place. Silently, she walked away, leaving him stretched to the limit, tied facing the marble column. Sweat broke out on his body as he waited for her to return, wondering what his punishment would be.
After an eternity lasting less than twenty minutes, the Mistress emerged, her hair pulled back from her face, fresh makeup applied, and wearing a black, sleeveless cat suit that hugged her body. She was again wearing black, spike-heeled boots and her wide leather belt. Tension immediately coiled deep in his gut, his cock hardening and balls tightening.
She stepped behind him and ran her hands up and down his rib cage and over his flanks, causing him to shiver. “William,” she asked, “have you ever heard of naughty children being required to select their own switch for a beating?”
William shivered again, but wisely remained silent.
“No? Well, lucky for you, I’ve selected a switch to use on you.” The Mistress showed him the thin, supple rod in her hand. About two feet long and a fraction of an inch thick, it was wrapped in black leather. William looked at it as if it were a snake.
“Please, Mistress,” William said, dutifully waiting for permission to continue.
“No, William,” the Mistress responded. “There is one rule that will always apply during our sessions, and that is, ‘I make the rules’. It seems you need to be reminded who is in charge, so here is that reminder. I am going to use this quirt on you, William, and it is going to hurt. Quite a lot, in fact. And while I use it you are going to stand very still, and you are going to be very quiet.”
“Yes, Mistress,” William responded, not wanting to make things any worse. Fearful of what was to come, William was also excited. This was the powerful, mysterious, unpredictable woman he’d spent his nights dreaming about. His body tensed in expectation.
The Mistress first walked around him, making sure he had good footing and that he was not stretched beyond his ability to tolerate the pain. Then, taking a stance behind and to the left of him, the Mistress brought her whip down across the top of his reddened buttocks, leaving a bright red welt.
Hissing in pain, William clenched his teeth and his fists as a line of fire burned across his backside. Waiting for the pain to crest and just begin to subside, she then laid a line of fire two inches below the first. William arched his back and rose up even higher on his toes as a jolt of electricity ran through him, causing his cock to jerk, but whether in pain or arousal William did not know.
The third stripe was laid across the fullest part of his bottom, and tears sprang, unbidden, to his eyes. His bottom felt like it was twice its usual size, and it throbbed in time to his heartbeat, and his erection. Breathing harshly, William concentrated on staying still and quiet.
The Mistress paused and roughly kneaded his buttocks, causing the fire to reignite. William flinched away from her touch, but she grasped his cock and squeezed hard. William’s breath exploded from his chest, and he almost came on the spot.
Stepping back, the Mistress resumed her stance. As the fourth blow fell, a groan was torn from between his clenched teeth. His shoulders were tightly bunched, his head down as he fought for control.
Stepping up to him, she stroked his neck and shoulders, then pumped his cock as she murmured, “Only one more, William. Stay with me.”
Taking a deep breath, he nodded and closed his eyes, tense and waiting. With deadly accuracy, the Mistress took aim and laid the final stripe in the sensitive curve where his ass met his thighs. A cry was torn from William’s throat at the pain of this last blow. It was much worse than any of the others, and tears fell from his tightly closed eyes. The pain radiating from his abused bottom was almost more than he could bear. The Mistress rubbed the tip of the whip across his throbbing erection, and he came immediately.
Shuddering, William’s arms and shoulders suddenly released as he finally gave himself over to the pain. Panting, eyes closed, William retreated into a corner of his mind, alone with the throbbing ache and fire that was his body.
Understanding the process, the Mistress left him alone for a time, not talking or touching him, but keeping a watchful eye on him, knowing that when this stage ended he would collapse and be weak as a kitten. Climbing the ladder for the final time, she released his wrists.
Slowly reaching out and touching just his hand, she led him, glassy eyed, back to the bedroom, and placed him face down on the bed. She stayed with him, running her hand through his hair until he fell into an exhausted sleep.
Leaving him there, she headed for the twins’ room to mete out their punishment.
Once that chore was completed, she picked up a towel, removed her clothing and headed to the pool, luxuriating in the feel of the water on her skin. Cool and relaxed, she returned to the penthouse and dressed quietly, this time in a turquoise blue cotton blouse and skirt set and sandals. Then, picking up a book from the library, she stretched out on a chaise lounge in the living room, and settled down to wait.
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William woke to a raging thirst. An injudicious movement reminded him of his recent ordeal, and he gingerly got up and slipped off the bed. The sun told him it was well past noon. Walking into the kitchen, he saw the Mistress leaning against a couch, watching him.
Erring on the side of caution, William got to his knees, looked at her, and said, “Please, Mistress.”
Smiling her approval, the Mistress said, “Yes, William. What is it?”
“Is there still some water in the fridge?”
“Certainly, William. Help yourself.”
Downing one bottle without stopping, William helped himself to a second, and then turned to her, politely asking, “Would you like something to drink?”
“No, thank you, William,” she replied.
“Please come here,” she said next.
William walked over to her and knelt down.
Pointing to the oriental carpet at her feet, she indicated William should lie down. He stretched out carefully at her feet, the muscles running sleekly under his golden skin. She picked up a tube of ointment he hadn’t noticed beside her. Moving carefully, she straddled his legs, and then inspected his bottom carefully. The almost perfectly spaced welts were raw and angry, but the skin was still intact.
Reaching for the tube, she commented, “This won’t be pleasant going on, but it will help with the pain,” and then proceeded to lightly and carefully rub the white cream well into each of his welts.
Hissing in pain, he gasped at the pressure as she worried his tender, inflamed buttocks. The cream was cool on his skin, and as she moved across his behind, the pain in the areas she had already treated began to decrease. When she was finished, she climbed off him and resumed her seat on the chaise lounge. William rose to his hands and knees and looked over at her, a wry grimace on his face.
“You will find you can sit back on your haunches, if you are careful,” she commented, reading his thoughts. He tried it, and settled down with a sigh of relief.
“Now what?” he asked, grinning.
The Mistress cocked an eyebrow at him, instantly erasing his grin.
“I-I’m sorry, Mistress,” he stammered, bowing his head.
She lay back, resting her head on her arm, spread her legs, and pulled up her skirt.
“Pleasure me, William,” she ordered.
Eager to please, William quickly knelt between her legs, and bent to his task. Working slowly and methodically, William’s tongue moved over her, laving the pink lips, sucking on them until they swelled with her desire. Sliding his tongue between her lips, he began working his magic on her.
The Mistress relaxed and spread her legs wider, enjoying his attentions. He took his time with her, and slowly drew her to orgasm, and then again. As she came spiraling down from her second climax she murmured, “That’s enough, William.”
He stopped immediately, and she pulled him down to rest his head on her thigh, lying on his side between her legs. Absently, she ran her fingers through his hair, petting him.
William was again amazed at this woman. The casual affection she displayed toward him now was at such odds with the commanding presence that dispensed pain and pleasure so readily. He relaxed next to her, but a low-grade hum seemed to run through every nerve ending in his body. He was aware of his body, and hers, as never before. His butt still throbbed and he was still hard, and yet he was at peace. He revisited the space he went to after the whipping was over, and wondered at himself.
William had never been one for introspection, until recently, that is, and he was very surprised at that space. It was a place where all the cares and details of life disappeared. In that moment, there was nothing but his physical body. He was nothing but his body. The pain ebbed and flowed through him like a living thing. It seemed to blot out his personality, indeed, his mind.
Putting that aside for later reflection, he chewed on the question of his sexuality. That whipping constituted the most pain he had ever endured in his life, and he had a hard-on the whole time. He came when she touched him with her whip. He didn’t think of himself as a deviant or pervert, yet he knew that he would immediately be labeled one if he dared discuss this with anyone else. Anyone except, perhaps, the Mistress. She seemed to understand and accept his responses better than he did. Not knowing where else to turn, he reluctantly decided to broach the subject with her.
“Mistress?” he asked, looking up at her.
“What is it, William?”
Taking a deep breath, he said, “May I ask you something a little bit personal?”
Raising her eyebrow, the Mistress responded, “You may ask, William. I don’t guarantee to answer.”
“I was just wondering where you learned to do this. I mean, you seem to be equally adept at dispensing pain and pleasure. How did that come about?”
The Mistress looked steadily at William, measuring him before she responded. “If I’m reading you correctly, what you really want to know is how I use pain to cause you pleasure. Is that it?”
William shrugged. “Sort of. I guess I just wanted to know if that was a very common response.”
Mistress Grace tapped him on the shoulder, indicating he should let her up. Sitting up, she resumed her place leaning against the couch, and smiled gently at him. He settled carefully on his haunches at her side.
“Yes, William, it is not only a common response, but virtually a universal response. You see, the human body is hard-wired to treat pain and pleasure as equals. In fact, the brain releases the same chemicals in response to both pain and pleasure. And pain and pleasure responses both use the same neural highways to send their impulses to the brain.
“We all have a dark side, William. It’s just that not everyone has the courage to let his or her dark side out and play with it. This society doesn’t encourage experimentation of that sort. I happen to think it is wiser to know yourself, and what you are capable of, than to hide a part of who you are from everyone, yourself included.
“Does that answer your question?”
“I don’t know. I guess I’m just concerned that being turned on by a whipping makes me a freak.”
“No, William, it doesn’t make you a freak. It makes you a very sensual person, capable of responding to a wide range of stimuli. You respond to kisses and caresses, as well, don’t you?”
“Well, yes, but—”, he began.
“In time, you will find you are capable of responding sexually to things you can’t even imagine now. For instance, would you believe it is possible to bring a person to orgasm using only your voice? Without any physical touch at all?”
“No, but—”, he tried again.
“William, the reason you were chosen by me is that you are highly sensual, intelligent and adaptable. I might add you are sexy as hell,” she continued with a grin, “but that is a bonus, not a requirement.”
William flushed at her comments, but he also relaxed a bit.
The Mistress rose from her couch and walked over to the intercom system on the wall. Activating it, she said, “Ronnie, Reggie. Report to the living room. Bring a selection of restraints with you. And the timer.”
Entering from a hallway off the kitchen, they moved silently, each carrying a leather box. Moving to the carpet in front of the Mistress, they knelt, placed the boxes at her feet, and gracefully lower their heads to the floor, hands sweeping the carpet to rest near their ankles.
“Rise, dears,” the Mistress ordered. Both heads came up, and their hands move to rest on their thighs. “Kneel back,” she commanded, and they sat back on their haunches, straightened their backs, and raised their heads, keeping their eyes on the floor.
“William needs a little demonstration, but before we get to that, I want him arrayed a little more formally. He is accustomed to handcuffs, so I think we’ll continue with those,” she mused.
“Ronnie, please pull the drapes,” the Mistress ordered.
Instead of closing them, she pulled them away from the wall and William discovered they were concealing an entire wall of padded vinyl, with eyebolts evenly spaced every six inches from floor to ceiling.
Meanwhile, at the Mistress’ direction, Reggie placed handcuffs on William, securing his hands behind him. With her body shielding the view from the Mistress, she also took a moment to pinch William’s butt. Sore as it was, he couldn’t help flinching, but he said nothing.
“William, please rise and stand with your back against that wall,” the Mistress directed. William complied, turning to face the Mistress, who was still reclining on the chaise lounge.
“Ronnie, attach his collar comfortably to the wall. I want some slack there. And Reggie, you take his ankles. Use the leather restraints. William, spread your legs for us.”
Heat thrumming through his body, he followed the directions. Legs spread, the ministrations of the two beauties attaching him to the wall were enough to bring him to full attention. Ronnie also managed to caress his sore bottom, unseen, as she checked to make sure his collar had plenty of play in it.
With his hands bound behind him and his feet firmly against the wall, William was again forced to arch his back, thrusting his hips forward. The position elongated his abdomen, showing off the washboard muscles there, as well as making his erection the centerpiece of the display.
“William, I want you to observe only. You may save any questions for later, as I don’t want the twins distracted. Regina, give me the timer.”
“Veronica, please be seated on the carpet, facing William. That’s right. Now, lie back, spread your legs and raise your knees.” Veronica gracefully adopted the required position, settling herself catlike into the pose. Next, she moved her arms away from her body in response to the Mistress’ command. “Freeze, Veronica,” came the final order. She was now so displayed that her sex was open and clearly visible to William where he stood chained to the wall.
“Regina, I want you on all fours. Place your head next to Veronica’s so you can whisper quietly in her ear. Now, bottom up and forehead down.” Reggie crawled over to her sister and lowered her head to rest on her arms, her legs spread and bottom still in the air. Turning her head, she was only inches from Ronnie.
“William needs a demonstration, girls. Regina, make Veronica come without touching her. You have ten minutes.” The Mistress leaned back comfortably on her chaise and watched as Reggie began whispering in Ronnie’s ear. At first, nothing happened, but soon Veronica’s breathing became faster and shallower. After a couple more minutes, she began whimpering deep in her throat, and tossing her head back and forth. Reggie continued whispering.
As William watched, Ronnie began to squirm, her wrists and ankles never changing position on the carpet. William was amazed to see a sheen of wetness appear on Ronnie’s sex, and the lips darken and swell, exposing the tip of her inner bud. Shortly, Ronnie’s breathing turned to gasps and moans as she thrashed more violently against the carpet. At last, gasping for breath, Veronica let out a loud cry as her body spasmed and jerked to her obvious orgasm. Ronnie’s position never changed as she slowly recuperated, regaining her breath.
“Thank you, girls,” the Mistress said. “Please go prepare a light meal for us all while I speak with William.” The girls both rose gracefully to their feet and headed into the kitchen, bantering as they went.
“You always fall for the gang rape scene, don’t you,” Reggie teased Ronnie.
“Maybe,” Ronnie retorted, “but at least I don’t get off being daddy’s bad little girl. What you won’t do for a spanking!”
“Well, William, what do you think now?”
William shook his head saying, “I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t witnessed it myself. Are we all freaks? Is that what you collect?”
“No, William, none of you are freaks. You are all highly evolved sexual beings. If I ‘collect’ anything, I collect that. You see, I like the company of my peers,” she responded in a velvety voice. “I’m skilled at seeing the latent ability in some people, and am capable of training them to fulfill their potential.”
“How long have you been training the twins?”
“Off and on for about seven years,” she replied.
“And how old are they?” William asked.
“They are twenty-three years old, and yes, they did come to me when they were sixteen. Their background wasn’t very pleasant, and when I took them in they were about to be sold to a brothel.”
“So you made them into sex slaves. Is that supposed to be an improvement?”
Calmly, the Mistress looked steadily at William until he dropped his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Mistress. I didn’t mean to overstep my bounds.”
Raising her voice, the Mistress called, “Girls, where did you put the keys to William’s bonds?”
Ronnie came running in from the kitchen, skidded to a halt and dropped to her knees in one motion. “I’m sorry, Mistress. I forgot to put them back in the box.” She extended her hand with the two keys in it.
“Heavens, girl, I’m busy enough without you making me take time to punish you again. I have decided William and I will dine together on the terrace. You may both eat at the kitchen table.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Ronnie bowed her head, and then jumped up and hurried back to the kitchen.
The Mistress unlocked the ankle restraints and the padlock attaching William’s collar to the wall, then led him out onto the terrace. Bringing a cushion from another lounger, she placed him on his knees at her side, hands still cuffed behind him, as she reclined in the shade of the marble columns.
“You were asking me about the twins,” the Mistress began.
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” William interjected. “I don’t mean to judge you.”
“You can’t, William,” she smiled. “At least, you can’t reach an informed opinion without more data. Yes, it’s true that Ronnie and Reggie are pleasure slaves now. And, by the way, that is the correct term. For you, and for them. But that is not why I took them in. Where they grew up, prostitution is legal at a very young age, and their parents were too poor to support all their children. So, they decided to sell Ronnie and Reggie into what would have been lifelong slavery of a horrendous variety.
“Because they are twins, their parents could get a much better price for them than for any of their other children. The price was so high it would have allowed the entire family to survive and prosper. This was explained to them and Reggie and Ronnie agreed to the sale, knowing their family would no longer be in danger of starving.
“When I found them, the proprietor of the establishment was haggling over price with their parents. Although he had quoted a generous number, he was now offering much less for them, saying they were too old for many of his customers.
“When I matched the original offer to the parents, they were legally “sold” to me. I brought them to the States and became their court-appointed guardian until their majority. And, although they were aware of my world and had some exposure to it, they did not begin their training until they were of age, and had met some rather stringent criteria of mine. Does that make you feel any better about their lot in life?”
Flushing, William responded, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to leap to conclusions. They are just so young I guess I felt like I was taking advantage of them, and was looking for a scapegoat.”
“In the mainstream world a lot of people would look askance at a thirty-six year old man having sex with a twenty-three year old, no doubt. However, in these circumstances, just how much free will do you think you have been exercising?”
“What?” William asked, startled.
“William,” Grace shook her head. “Do you really think I had any doubt about the outcome of today’s games? The equation reads as follows. Take a healthy, virile man with normal urges and place him in unfamiliar circumstances with one very over-stimulated libido. Take away his situational control, and add two randy, sexually knowledgeable minxes to the mix. Add water and stir.”
“You set us up!” William exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief.
“Of course I did. Giving you to the twins? I’d have to have taken leave of my senses not to know where that would lead.”
“Why did you do it?” William asked quietly, the vulnerability naked in his eyes. He had never before felt used by the Mistress, and he hoped he hadn’t been used now.
Just then Ronnie appeared, carrying a small table with a plate of bread, fruit, and cheeses, and two goblets of white wine. At the Mistress’ direction, she placed the table next to her, on the other side of the lounger from William. Bowing, she silently returned to the house.
Gently toying with his collar, Grace looked into his eyes. “William, I will not often explain my actions to you. This collar means I don’t have to. However, I will answer you this time, because I want you to know I am not abusing your trust.”
Silently William nodded, and Grace continued. “I had three reasons for setting you up. First, last night left you so keyed up that you needed the sexual release. Second, this weekend is designed to introduce you to the larger world of Dominance and submission, and I wanted the excuse to punish all of you as I teach you.”
“Before I give you my third reason, tell me, did you enjoy yourself?”
Reluctantly, William admitted, “Yes, I did. Very much.”
“That was my third reason, William. As we pursue your training, you will find much of it very difficult. I wanted you to know it can be pleasurable, as well.”
“Now that you have heard my explanations both of how the twins became pleasure slaves, and why I set you up, you are free to judge me. Have I wronged the twins? Have I abused your trust?” Grace asked, looking William squarely in the eye.
“No, Mistress. You have not abused my trust, and you saved the twins from a life of misery. I’ve also learned one other thing: I do not know enough of this world to form knowledgeable opinions, so I will try to be guided by you until I do.” William responded, bowing his head in unconscious submission.
“Good, William,” the Mistress smiled, ruffling his hair with her hand. “Now, how about some lunch?”
Grace proceeded to offer him tidbits from her plate, and William, his hands still locked behind him, had no choice but to accept them. He was amazed to find himself quite comfortable with the situation, even accepting sips of wine as she held the goblet for him. To his surprise, he discovered that this was an intimacy, not a humiliation.
The weekend proceeded, with William becoming more comfortable with his role, and more comfortable with the twins. He learned the proper way to refer to this world was BDSM, for ‘Bondage and discipline, dominance and submission, sadism and masochism’. He learned that one of the conditions the Mistress placed on the twins before she would accept them for training was that they complete college degrees. By the time, they were eighteen, Reggie had a bachelor’s degree in accounting, and Ronnie had completed a pre-med course at Georgetown University. Reggie was now employed as a CPA, while Ronnie was finishing up her residency at Georgetown University Hospital.
And he learned that trying to keep three sexually aggressive women satisfied was an exhausting proposition. Following their punishments Saturday evening, Mistress Grace decreed that William was to be available for any form of sexual congress the girls desired, at any time, excepting only the times that she, herself, desired his services.
Being the plaything of the imaginative twins was especially hard work. Between them, he was certain they hadn’t allowed him a total of three hours’ sleep since. By late Sunday afternoon, William had concluded that the Kama Sutra was merely a beginner’s primer, and didn’t come close to depicting what could be done with three bodies in the mix.
So it was with some relief that William responded to the latest call from the Mistress to find her dressed and carrying a flat, brown leather case. Handing it to William she said, “Here is your jewelry and other effects taken from you Friday night. I’ve had your tux cleaned and it’s down in the car. For now, gives these a try.”
She pointed to the bed where a white oxford shirt lay next to a pair of khaki pants. Belt, shorts, socks, and loafers lay nearby. “Please get dressed, William,” she said.
William walked over to the bed to carry out her instructions and discovered it was immeasurably more difficult to dress in front of her than it was to undress in her presence. Somehow, it seemed a much more intimate act, and William felt awkward and graceless as he carried out the simple tasks. Distracted by this discovery, he didn’t even think to ask how she knew what sizes he wore.
Leaving the collar of his shirt open, the slave collar was visible but appeared to be a unique piece of jewelry. William was surprised at how comfortable it had come to feel around his neck. He was even more surprised to discover that these sessions with the Mistress were no longer just hot sex, and great daydreams. He craved them. Needed them. It was as though he had found a larger world that he needed to be a part of.
When he was finished dressing, Grace led him back to the living room, where the twins were waiting, both dressed in jeans and T-shirts. They hugged him goodbye and told him they looked forward to seeing him again soon. William silently endured their embraces, feeling uncomfortable with them now they were all clothed.
He departed with the Mistress, riding the elevator in silence to the lobby, where she led him back down the service hall and out the back door. Her cruiser was waiting for them. “Turn around, William,” she ordered. He obeyed, automatically presenting his wrists to her behind his back. Smiling to herself, she applied the handcuffs she held ready and opened the door for him.
On the drive back out of the city, William remained silent, almost brooding. Mentally making the adjustment from the surreal world of the Mistress back to the mundane, everyday world was difficult for him.
As they finally neared his home, Grace looked at him in the mirror and said, “It gets easier. Part of what makes the transition so difficult for you right now, William, is that you no longer feel satisfied with your old world, and you haven’t yet made a place for yourself in the new world you’ve discovered. Give it time.”
William nodded, but didn’t answer, still lost in his own thoughts. Grace pulled the cruiser into his driveway, and parked. Turning around, she told William, “Please clear your schedule from Thursday afternoon through Monday. I’m taking you to a retreat for the long weekend. Plan on being picked up at four o’clock.” William again nodded his head, then asked, “What will I need to pack?”
The Mistress replied, “You’ll need your tuxedo. You will be my escort to a party on Saturday night. Wear casual clothes for traveling. Other than that, I doubt you’ll be wearing much of anything,” she grinned.
She stepped out of the car and opened the door for William. Leaving him to climb out on his own, she opened the trunk and pulled out a suit bag, closed the trunk, and laid the bag on top of it. Turning to William, she removed the handcuffs, then said, “All right, William, kneel for me.”
Facing her, he knelt and bowed his head. She worked the combination to his collar, then removed it. Tilting his face up to hers, she gave him a long, tender kiss, then said, “Thank you, William. I hope you enjoyed the weekend.”
Turning her back to him, she reached for the suit bag, handed it to him, and silently stepped back into her cruiser. William stood and watched as she backed out of the driveway, turned the corner, and disappeared.
William had enjoyed the weekend. Not to say he had enjoyed everything that had happened during the weekend, but he knew he wanted to pursue this journey of discovery. It was almost a compulsion. He was fascinated by the Mistress, her games, and most importantly with how he felt every time he accepted her collar. He felt owned, wanted, cherished. And he was not prepared to give that up.
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