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SWEET STING - Lessons for a Co-Ed, chapter 2
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SWEET STING - Lessons for a Co-Ed, chapter 2 SWEET STING - Lessons for a Co-Ed Chapter two: Pleasure -- Given and Received Now the "games" really began. With the reciting of her promises, and her complete surrender to Him, His former persona was immediately abandoned and a new side revealed. His manner had a marked "edge" to it. Hinting at danger, but something short of cruelty. His voice was a little rougher, and the warmth in his eyes was replaced with what seemed to be a cool calculating, almost ruthless assessing gaze. He said to her, "Now, let's see what you're capable of." With that he grasped her with a force that she had not previously experienced. The shock of the instant transformation made her safe word silently echo once again in her mind, but she still somehow knew instinctively that his promise for her safety would be honored. He pulled her not roughly, but firmly in front of the mirror. "Let's take a look." he said. The dampness that had begun between her legs was due less to the first kiss than to the excitement of not knowing what to expect and the sudden physical nature of his approach. He began pulling her clothes from her already aroused body. "Loose the shoes." he said to her. She immediately kicked them off. He pulled her top off of her, nearly tearing it from her body, revealing a beautiful bra cradling her gorgeous breasts. She did not have large boobs, but they were perky with the supple skin of her youth. "Nice!" was all he said. Her instincts correctly advised her to not reply. His hands found their way immediately to her chest and grasped her, squeezing firmly, but not too hard. His practiced fingers found her stiffening nipples inside the cups of her bra and pinched them lightly. Her breath came a little quicker as he did that, and her nipples responded in the expected manner. The bra followed the shirt, and now she was naked from the waist up, but that was insignificant to how naked she felt emotionally. With every new step, he grew into his role further, and she felt her soul exposed more and more. She felt as if he could read her very mind, and she was not far from wrong. His mouth now abandoned it's previous short vocal comments to make a physical comment. He immediately latched on to her left nipple sucking it deeply into his mouth. As he did, his tongue worked a magic on the end of it that felt like heaven to her. She closed her eyes to silently savor the warmth growing inside her. Then... OUCH... he BIT her! Not a bite to cause injury or lasting marks, but it DID hurt. The shock of the unexpected first pain ignited the previous warm glow to a fire that spread quickly to her belly. She was surprised at how that feeling went from bad to so very very good so quickly. Despite her best efforts, though, she uttered a short gasp at the critical moment, and was about to pay the price. "OH! So you don't like that, eh????" Came from his mouth, and before the words had even registered to her, she felt a sharp smack on her still covered ass. "Whose nipple is this?" He asked her, grabbing ahold and pinching the hard little nub. Not knowing how to respond, and being slightly confused both by the immediate heat of her slightly stinging ass cheek, and by her surprisingly total enjoyment of this new experiment; she said in a half question... "ummmm, mine.??" SMACK, SMACK again. "NO! Try again!" This was a test she was about to pass with flying colors. LIke a strike of lightning, an instant realization exploded in her mind - SHE controlled her immediate destiny. Certainly another "wrong" answer would replicate or surpass the previous delicious pain, which she now fully recognized as the source of the strange new erotic sensations, affecting her both mentally and physically in ways she never expected. The obvious correct answer would probably, but with no guarantee, stop the onslaught of spanking. Her response surprised them both. In a very small, quiet voice that masked her determination for more of the previous pain and new delicious pleasure, she said again... "mine". He immediately grasped the fact that he had found in her, his new sub, a very unique special gift. "What? WHAT???", he screamed at her. In a fit of feigned rage he stripped the rest of her clothing from her body, preserving the outer garment but actually physically tearing her tiny lacy bikini underwear from her in one frighteningly fierce motion. The raw strength and immediate violence caught her by surprise and suddenly she was left standing very naked; her shrinking, retiring posture instinctively trying to hide her body, and feeling now completely exposed physically and emotionally. She loved it. She embraced this and waited for what she hoped would come next. Certainly he now knew what she wanted... she wanted it ALL. He grabbed her naked body and tossed her to the bed face down. The assault on her ass was immediate. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, slap-slap-slap SLAP, the sharp sounds of his hand on the soft skin of her deliciously round bottom echoed through the room. Although this would have seemed like a savage beating to a casual observer, he knew to accurately place the blows in different places, spreading out the pain to keep it manageable. "Who's???" "WHO'S!!!???", he demanded, in a voice that could undoubtedly be heard on the other side of the locked door. Not waiting for another answer he flipped her onto her back, straddled her, grasping both breasts in his firm grip, and surprisingly, coming very close to her ear, he bent down to her and said in a quiet, but coldly assured whisper, "They are MINE. YOU are MINE." He then balanced the game. He cradled her beautiful face in his previously furious hands and with his thumbs, softly wiped the the tears that had started to form in her eyes from the delightfully exciting spanking. "yessss Master" was her only response. Her test of his dedication to this adventure and to her own ability to cope with its consequences was passed beyond her wildest imagination. At that very moment all she wanted was to be possessed by HIM. She now knew this was EXACTLY what she wanted, and even more to the point, what she NEEDED. She wanted more, much more. Unlike many Masters, he did not gain much pleasure from the actual administering of punishment or inflicting of pain. The game, the roles, the emotional sparing, and obviously the wild eroticism of the sex was what he enjoyed. Certainly there was a degree of excitement from the physical nature of punishment, but it was secondary. It did however spur his arousal and definitely set into motion his desire to control. Now sitting on top of her, the immediacy of positioning between his cock and her pouty luscious lips dawned on him. Without warning he unfastened his pants and revealed his cock for only an instant before he buried it in her mouth. "AHHHHHH" he softly moaned. She was pleasantly surprised by this new direction. The DOM/sub aspect was exciting, and had aroused her desire more than she would have expected; but she wanted more than just tit sucking, spanking and role play; she wanted SEX, and it was now evident she would get exactly that. His dick felt wonderful in her mouth, and from his response it felt good to him too. She had always enjoyed providing pleasure, but this was different. In the past, she had decided if, how, and when she would satisfy her partners. Now she was simply an object of pleasure to be used as HE desired. This sense of surrender in itself was a powerful aphrodisiac. The way he had just gone from slapping her ass, to plunging his cock into her mouth without asking, or even caring if she wanted it, made her now completely wet. She could feel her pussy now flowing, aching for attention. She worked her oral magic to the best of her ability. Although she was very young, she had always had an intense interest in sex, so she had some practice at this, and was instinctively talented. He suddenly pulled himself from her, and said, "I think you''re liking that a little too much." She was disappointed, but eager to see what would be next. "Let's explore a little." he said simply. He went to the pile of toys and gadgets he had previously dumped from the bag, and quickly selected some items. First he passed a length of chain between the mattress and box spring at the top and bottom of the bed. Each echoing cold clink of the links of the chain mysteriously registered within her, making her stomach jump deep inside. He then attached velcro cuffs to her wrists and ankles, and within moments she found herself pinned spread eagle on the bed with the cuffs securely attached to the chains. Her arms were held tightly and her legs were spread widely; exposing her unlike she had ever been before. Sure, she had had her arms and legs open before, but not tied tight like this, and completely at another's power. Then the blindfold covered her eyes, and she was in a new world where her mind was ruled only by her sense of taste, smell, hearing, and most particularly touch. The next thing she knew, she heard the whistle of what only could have been one of those dangerous looking whips sing through the air several times. Each time she instinctively caught her breath not knowing if, when or where it would land. The third time it landed with a sharp thud on the pillow right next to her ear, and her body uncontrollably jerked in response. "OH... a little worried, are you???" Then she felt the leather kiss her skin. No, not with the pain she expected based on the previous passes through the air. Short, little slaps against the skin of her stomach and thighs, but softly. They didn't really hurt, but left a mild stinging warmth. "Do you like this?" he asked. Still in the learning phase of this game, she once again was unsure of what answer would be correct, so she went with the simplest. "Yes, Master" was her response, trying to "get it right" with the inclusion of "master" in her answer. Besides, she didn't want to go tempting fate as she had done with the spanking. The combination of whips and being tied down was a whole new level of play. "WRONG ANSWER!", followed by a short whistle in the air and sharp strike of the whip. (Expertly placed on her hip, where it wouldn't hurt TOO much until she got used to it.) "Tell me your promises" he demanded. Surprisingly, she remembered them exactly as she had recited them only a short while, but what felt like a lifetime ago. "Now... do you like that?" Again, not wanting to push her luck, she tried for a "correct" answer taking the clue he had mercifully provided with the recitation of the promises... "If it brings you pleasure, Sir". After what seemed like an eternity waiting for the possible next strike of the whip, (which was sure to hurt more this time); instead, His reply warmed her soul. Her ears, straining to hear the anticipated next whistle of the whip through the air, were greeted with: "Ahhhhh, what a good little sub you're becoming.", as he let his fingertips affectionately glide lightly over the smooth skin that had just been ravaged by the whip. His words and touch soothed more than her skin, she felt glad at heart. She was shocked at this response because of the realization that her joy was due to the simple fact that she had pleased Him, not the fact that she had avoided the whip. Even though such a short time had passed, these experiences and heightening of physical senses were having a marked effect on her. She would have never guessed it would be like this, or this GOOD. Originally she thought it might be fun to play this game on some very superficial level, but this new person she was finding inside herself was a surprise. A metamorphosis had begun. He then kissed her, his lips lingering for a short while on her mouth, then playing over her face, kissing her eyes, cheeks, even her forehead, but then got a little more serious as they went south. She still could not see, but she could feel his presence as he moved his body from position to position letting his mouth discover her, his new possession, in all its youthful feminine glory. Her neck, her shoulders, down her upper arms a short way to the sensitive spot inside her elbow, along the soft skin of her sides near her armpit, and then so deliciously to her nipples.... "No" she silently corrected herself with a little smile... "HIS nipples.", and let herself drift into the physical pleasure she was experiencing. During their earlier discussion He had at some point mentioned that she would discover for herself that he derived much of his pleasure from providing hers; but this seemed like pretzel logic. She was to exist for HIS pleasure. It didn't matter, she liked it. As his lips left her now rock hard nipples stinging with pleasure and excitement, (along with the shadow of sharp pain from that first bite), with some disappointment she felt him leave the bed. Her hearing detected a rustle that was identified moments later when his now fully naked body pressed itself against hers. The warmth of his skin was only exceeded by the warmth of her desire to feel it. Now his mouth found what it truly wanted... without his usual warming up period of exploring a woman's stomach, legs, and all the other soft delicious skin of a partner's body, it went right for her pussy. His tongue immediately found her clit, and lit sparks between her legs that she did not expect. Was it the spanking? The stripping of her clothes? The fact that she was tied and helpless to his every whim? The unexpected pleasure of the whip? It didn't matter. She felt his tongue slide over her aching clit, penetrate her hole, slip between every fold of soft, wet pussy skin that it could find. He did things with his mouth that no other partner ever had, in ways that she could never have even dreamed possible. He was an expert at this, and it showed. His pride in his abilities was unmistakable. His fingers joined his mouth and together they played her pussy like a fine instrument. The music that ensued was the sound of erotic pleasure and passion coming unconsciously and uncontrollably from her sweet mouth. First soft, barely audible moans, then louder with ohhhh, and ahhhhs, interspersed with occasional "yes, yessss", then "oh my GOD.... YESSS YESSSSS", as her body and mind suddenly and surprisingly rippled with a sharp series of small swift orgasms. She had never cum so fast and it had never hit her unexpectedly before. He interrupted this orgy of sensation; rising up, abandoning the game, briefly breaking character with a mocking good humored teasing, he said, "This is supposed to be about MY pleasure". Then he dove right back, but only for a moment. He ate her a little more, then as her vocal response resumed, he said, "Louder... I really want to hear you.", and went back to work on her. She did get louder, but there was still the instinctive reservation of her youth to overcome. He stopped again for a moment, and this time she felt him move from her for a moment.... followed by the sound of a short whistle through the air like the whip before, but with a different tone; and SNAP.... it hit the tip of her right nipple like a bee had stung it. She didn't know whether to cry out in shocked pain or moan again, but her breath caught in her throat... it stung... but stung SO GOOD. It almost made her forget the pleasure between her legs, but it didn't, it enhanced it. Her restraints held her solidly in place against her convulsive reflex to the pain, thus heightening the resulting sensation. This could only have been the work of that little cat-o-nine tails with the rubber ends that she had seen. It had caught her attention before, when her eyes fell upon it; but it REALLY got her attention now that IT had fallen on HER. "ARE YOU GOING TO LET ME HEAR YOU OR NOT????", was what he added to the sting of the whip. "Now, I REALLY want to hear you." He went back to his fantastic art, sucking her clit while sliding first one, then two fingers into her dripping pussy. Licking down past her hole, teasing all the soft skin between her vagina and ass. Letting his tongue lick its way back up to her clit, pressing it softly first with his pointed tongue, then flattening it out and licking her like a cat, letting his nose rub against her clit as his lips and tongue conspired to work other miracles in places even she didn't know would feel so good. All the while she got louder and louder. She began with just making it loud for him, even to the point where she became artificially loud... porno loud... what-she-prayed-wouldn't-sound-fake loud. Without her realizing it though, step by step the artificial intensity of her vocalizations became more and more authentic. He knew since she was so young, her lack of experience would need to be overcome to let out the sexual beast in her; and this was one of the many ways he had of doing it. Her manufactured screams of pleasure gave way to true shouts of ecstasy from her very core as her inhibitions melted away under his direction. She didn't count or even care how many orgasms she experienced, each was bigger than the previous one and they were all spectacular. He slowed down bit by bit, then abruptly stopped. Her body immediately went into withdrawal from her new addiction to erotic stimulation. Lying in the darkness of her blindfold, her temporary confusion and disappointment was quickly dispelled when, without any warning she felt his cock enter her. It was fantastic. Not particularly large, but it felt perfect. He said to her, "NOW FOR ME!". She knew from the tone of his voice this was not to be any romantic soft lovemaking ... she was about to get a down and out FUCKING. She was right. The long build up of anticipation had him wanting her. Not in a giving, caring, nurturing way... he wanted her body, he wanted her soul, he wanted everything she had, and he was going to take it for himself. His cock slid into her without resistance. The soaking wet hot flesh that met him was tight but yielding. Her young pussy grasped his cock like a hand, and it made him even more mad with passion for her. He slid in; first with long, slow, but firm strokes, each thrust harder than the one before. After only several, he increased the speed and tempo, faster and faster until he was pounding her, and was being rewarded with her new learned lessons in sounds of passion. She didn't have to try or fake anymore, her screams, and cries of erotic pleasure were flowing naturally, and every new sound was rewarded with a slamming of his body into hers. In theory he liked the idea of her being tied to the bed, his personal fuck toy, but it had its limitations. He stopped for a moment and impatiently yanked the velcro bindings from her ankles, in one motion threw her legs over his shoulders and with laser-perfect aim, and a swift movement he drilled his cock back into her again. He continued to fuck her, and that's exactly what he wanted to do.... fuck the hell out of her for his own pleasure and amusement. It couldn't be called brutal, but it certainly classified as rough. She took everything he had, and loved it. Long hard thrusts, short fast ones, he loved watching her firm young tits bounce as he slammed her body with the considerable full weight of his own. He changed positions several times, one leg up the other one, both down again spread impossibly wide. He changed his timing, and speed; varying the experience and prolonging it. She did everything he told her with the perfection that could only come from a desire to please and desire to experience all there was. He left her arms bound, the imagery fueled his lust and he instinctively knew she was enjoying the sensation of helplessness. Finally he could hold back no longer. He growled to her, "OK, this one time I'm going to ask you. Where do you want it?" Her answer was perfect. Not perfect by the rules of "the game", for by that measure the answer should have been, "whatever gives you pleasure". But, even in this short time she had learned to read him, she knew the REAL correct answer. She nearly shouted at him with gasping breath.... "INSIDE ME.... I WANT IT INSIDE ME..... I WANT IT ALL INSIDE ME.... DEEP, DEEP INSIDE ME.... GIVE IT TO ME NOW... NOW... PLEASE.... PLEASEEEEEE.... NOW... N O W. NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW. With that his hot hard cock exploded in her young, wet, tight, body. Thrust after thrust accompanied by matching spasms of cum flooding her already flowing pussy. More and more he kept shooting in her, his orgasm seeming to never end. He was making deep, low animalistic sounds from somewhere way down past his throat. Primal sounds that seemed to come from his core ... and she loved how it sounded. Finally his spent body, glistening in sweat, collapsed upon her. She couldn't hold him, her hands were still tied, but she wrapped her legs tightly around him and pulled him firmly against her. She felt a small trickle of sweat, a welcomed by-product of their passion, as it ran from His body to hers, continuing its course to the bed under them both. She also felt other, more blatantly sexual fluids as well. Returning from the complete abandon of first her orgasms and then his, she adopted her newly found submissive role once again and said meekly, "Thank you Master". The look in His eyes as he stared at her in wonderment was thank you enough for her. |
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