Escape into Fantasy

“It is by going down into the abyss that we recover the treasures of life.  Where you stumble, there is your treasure.”

~~ Joseph Campbell 

i love this quote – it’s not just the pain/pleasure dichotomy that those of us in the lifestyle embrace.  It’s the idea that there is value in the depths.   That the very point you’re having trouble with is where your treasure lies. 

 

An artist i know did a painting – a small painting – of a dragon, with these words beside the fierce creature:  “Befriend your dragons; we your riches be.”  i love that idea too, and i think the lifestyle embraces some of that.

 

But i like it a lot more when it’s someone else’s experience – someone else’s stumble, someone else’s dragon – than when it’s mine.  {Laughing}   So i’m out of sorts today, just a little bit, and i don’t want to do the psychic work of figuring out what’s wrong and working on it.

 

Sigh.

i’d rather go back to one of my fantasies.  Wanna come too?

i think it’s time for the training school, although Vesta’s done such a wonderful story of a training school fantasy that i hope i can find my own story again!

In my training school, there are both subs and Doms.  The subs, of course, are expected to obey the teachers, and the Doms-in-Training.  But the Doms are expected to live up to high Dom-ly standards as well.    A future Dom doesn’t actually get punished if He fails to meet the standards, but He gets rewards when He does.  So when He falls short, His punishment is not getting rewarded.

Obviously, the subs supply the rewards, as directed by the teachers.  It’s not unusual for a sub’s “punishment” to be a Dom’s “reward.”  But sometimes the training process is rewarding for both of them…

We are in the classroom with massage tables; several of us, paired off with a Dom for each sub.  The subs are lying on the tables.  My hands are cuffed together, strectched above my head and fastened.  i am on my back.  My legs are open, but not restrained.  There is no need to restrain me today.  My hands are cuffed only to remind me that i am not in control.

Today, the Doms are being instructed.  A drawing of a woman’s most private parts is projected onto a screen.  As each part is discussed, the Dom is supposed to find the corresponding part on the woman spread open before Him.  On me.  He will be learning how to make me cum, over and over and over. 

My task is to learn to control my orgasms.  i have to ask permission each time before i cum.  If i cum without permission, of course, i’ll be punished.  But not too harshly, because it’s like a contest.  The idea is for the Dom to make us lose control, even while we work at increasing our ability to wait, to manage our orgasms only at His command.

The instructor points at the picture, “Right here,” He says.  “Right here is the clit.  Find her clit now.”  And Daniel, who is my Dom-in-Training today, carefully slides His finger over my hot, wet pussy, touching lightly, exploring, watching my face. 

i whimper as He finds it.

“There?” He says, smiling. 

“O.  Yes.” i start to squirm, i can’t help it.  He isn’t moving His finger, or maybe He’s barely moving it.  Not stroking me, just the tiniest movement.  It’s driving me crazy.  My hips thrust upwards –

but His finger continues to rest lightly on the most sensitive spot on my body.  No increase in pressure.  He smiles.  “Keep doing that,” He says, “and I’ll add some more to your “punishment.”  I don’t mind,” He says.  “I love the idea of spanking your ass for a long time.”

Of course, that makes me hotter, a shiver goes through me, and i struggle to keep my hips still.  He laughs, and begins to move His finger in tiny circles, still barely touching me, sending waves of pleasure out through the rest of my body. 

i whimper again.

(to be continued)