Back to the Training School – Part II

25 Dec

i write for a long time, sitting at the desk, hand-writing all my feelings about my experiences at The Training School,.  i describe the neediness that comes with the arousal, talk about how hot it makes me, how wet, and how much i long to serve.  i write for a long time.

Then i am finished, and i close the notebook, put the pen neatly to one side.  i fold my hands on my desk – and look at my nipples, as Professor C had instructed me to do.  They are barely protruding.  Certainly not the degree of erect arousal that he would want. 

Feeling guilty, i brush my thumbs over them.  Usually, we are forbidden to touch ourselves in any way that might feel sexual.  i am a little worried that if one of the Doms in Training, or another Professor, were to see me, that i would be in immediate trouble.  In that case, punishment might descend quickly and explanations would have to wait for later.

Fortunately, my nipples begin to rise quickly.  i make sure they’re hard – tender and tingling – before i fold my hands on the desk again.   Of course, all this touching makes my pussy throb.  It’s not quite as arousing as if Professor C were doing it, but that direct connection that runs from nipple to pussy is still working. 

i squirm a little.  i know i’m supposed to be thinking about my nipples, but it’s difficult to focus when shivers are running through me, my pussy’s clenching, and i’m aching to be touched.  Or even touch myself.  

i’m usually good about not touching – i know i belong to Them right now, and that someday soon, i’ll have a Master and my body will belong to Him.  And you know, i want to be  a good girl anyhow… but now

i have to part my legs a little bit more – my knees aren’t exactly pressed together like some old-school “lady,” but i think if i pressed them together a little harder, i might cum.   And then i’d have to confess that i’d cum without permission.  And that would lead to – 

– well, it’s only happened to me once, thank goodness.  But the tortures of orgasm denial around that kind of infraction – o, my.  i thought i would lose my mind.  i had to wear a braided red collar, and a matching red belt, to signal the Doms in Training and the Professors to touch me, arouse me, and make sure i didn’t cum.

Well, you can imagine what that was like!  Whew.  It lasted for 24 hours, and at the end of it, when i was ready to cry with longing and frustration, they set up a training session for one of the Doms  with the Hitachi and me.

O, my – you can’t possible imagine what a relief that was!  One of the Professors – Professor C, actually – was supervising at first to make sure the Dom could readily make me cum.   Thank goodness, he could, and did, for a long time.

i glance at my nipples.  They’re still fairly hard, i guess these memories are helping.  i tweak them a little bit, just to make sure they stay perky, and remember that the Professor told me to think about my nipples.  Mentally, i nod, “yes, sir,” and begin to think about them.

Nipples and nipple clamps – yikes.  They have not used nipple clamps on me much, and i’m glad.  Although, i suppose that could change at any moment.  That thought makes my pussy throb and i feel the hot moistness clenching, as if seeking – seeking something.  Wanting to wrap itself – herself? around something.

And what makes me throb and clench and shiver, sitting here all alone in this room at a desk, is knowing that it will be however they want it to be.  Pleasure, pain, or some combination, it’s their choice.  i’ve given them that power, and even though i could take it back at any time and walk out, i wouldn’t even consider doing that.

When i walk out, it will be with someone who wants me.  Someone who finds me pleasing.  i’m picturing that – wondering who He’ll be, what that will be like, when –

Professor C comes back into the room. Quickly –

i glance down at my nipples – yes!  They are still hard, although –

         – moments later, when he has taken hold of them, and is lightly pinching them, they get much harder very quickly –

and my pussy throbs and pulsates, and  i whimper and squirm

                                     and he laughs.

“Good girl,” he says, with an easy smile, and i feel myself warmed all through.

He sits back down and picks up my notebook.  i squirm in a different way as he reads it, hoping he likes it, hoping he’s pleased.  Several times, he looks up at me and smiles, which is a relief, and my heart dances with joy. 

When he’s finished, he says, “Tell me more about how you knew you wanted this.  When was the first time you knew you wanted to submit?”  So i tell him, and he listens closely, commenting from time to time.

When i’ve finished, he nods, and talks a little bit about what i’ve said.  He praises me for having the courage to take this step, and assures me that they’ll find a good Master for me – and adds,  with a grin, “Well, “good” being a relative term.  Someone who wants a slave like you and knows how to provide the proper discipline to get the most out of you.”

Again, a deep thrill runs through me.  Yes, that is exactly what i want.

“And,” he goes on, “That’s the point of the party you’ll be going to.”  He pauses to pinch my nipples again, and my attention shifts to my body so quickly, it is such an intense feeling,  i moan. 

He laughs.

“There are different roles that our students fill at the party,” he goes on.  He’s released my nipples, so i’m able to focus on his words.  Different roles?  i don’t ask it aloud, but he says, “For example, there are greeters – two, usually.  Their job is to welcome the guests.”

He doesn’t really have to say more, i’m pretty sure i know what that means, but he explains anyhow – “As the men arrive, the greeters take their coats in the winter, bow in welcome of course.  Then they kneel and offer their mouths – the guest may simply allow the greeter to kiss his cock through his clothes, or he may indicate that she can open his clothes to take him in her mouth more fully.  She’s not usually expected to engage in lengthy cock worship at that time since other guest are arriving to be greeted.  But she does try to make sure his evening gets off to a good start.

“Then she leads him to a seat, takes a drink order, and turns that in at the bar.  Someone else will take the drink to him.”

i am listening, fascinated, i can picture it just as he describes it.

“That’s just one of the roles, of course,” he says, “And,” looking at his watch, “I don’t have time to tell you more today.  I have been assigned to walk you through this though, I’ll be your guide, so we’ll be talking again.”

“Thank you, Sir,” i say, smiling happily.  “That’ll be – o, that’ll be helpful, i know.”  Professor C is one of my favorite teachers anyhow, a very wise man.    Now –

“Come here,” he says, gesturing for me to stand in front of him.  

Quickly, i move, position myself where he wants me.  i remember to stand straight, shoulders back a little, so my breasts are offered.  He caresses the nipples again, then takes one into his mouth.  The heat of his mouth is so intense, so soothing and so arousing and –

i moan and move closer to him.  His tongue – his mouth – the heat – ahhhhhh, o my – and then he switches sides and my first nipple is tingling from the cool air, and the other nipple is being teased with his tongue and ohhhhhhhhhh

                 i think i will die with pleasure.  And then – just as it is almost too much – his hand slips between my legs –

touches my incredibly hot, aching pussy.  i press against him, i can’t help it, like a cat in heat, i must rub against him.  i whimper, a plead in the sound and he says –  

“What?  What do you want?”

“O – touch me, yes, please touch me, o, yes, um, your fingers, your fingers inside me, yes, sir, please, please may i cum?” and i’m almost there when of course he stops – of course –

and i think i will die –

and i moan – but i stifle the complaint and i don’t say, “Noooooo!  Don’t stop!”  instead i say,”O, Sir, please, please Sir,” 

and he says, laughing, “What about me?  Don’t you want to take care of me?” 

That actually makes me pause – it doesn’t make me want to cum any less, and his thumb is resting on my clit, and his fingers are inside me, even though he’s not moving, he’s just holding me there on the edge – but now i’m thinking about him, and wondering if he wants my mouth or my pussy or –

– i guess he could even want my ass, which they have not taken yet.  But i discover that i do want to please him, as much as i want to cum, i want to please him.  So i say, “O, Sir, of course i want to take care of you.  May i, please? “

He looks at me for a long moment, looks deep into me, and then he releases me, removes his hand, his fingers.  i feel my pussy clench wildly, silently pleading for him to come back, but i ignore her, watching him.  “Yes,” he says.  “Yes, you may please me.  But first, three licks for not thinking of it first.  Here, over my knee… open your skirt in back all the way, please.”

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Whew, that was fun!

Five more days, just five more days til i see my Sir again.  (Ok, six if I count today, but I don’t think today should count cause it already is today, right?)

Merry Christmas, Everyone. 

Hope you have a wonderful day (whether you’re celebrating Christmas or not!)

 

 

 

10 Responses to “Back to the Training School – Part II”

  1. sin December 25, 2010 at 9:36 am #

    I love this story. It’s naughty and … well I just do.

    • aisha December 25, 2010 at 10:08 am #

      {laughing}

      Thank you, Sin – I’m glad you do – and thanks for saying so!

      aisha

  2. thesubmissivebf December 25, 2010 at 9:47 am #

    Great story, Happy Holidays!

    • aisha December 25, 2010 at 10:08 am #

      @submissivebf – Thanks – Happy Holidays to you too!

      aisha

  3. vanillamom December 25, 2010 at 8:53 pm #

    i read this in the morning after the great present opening… and couldn’t comment as wife was about..

    omg

    so uber uber hawt.

    i LOVE this story, and hope it goes on and on …the bit about the red belt and collar to mark you as warranting discipline? a keen point!

    nilla

    • aisha December 25, 2010 at 10:03 pm #

      Hey, ‘Nilla – Thanks! I’m glad you enjoyed it. For sure, there’s more to come…

      {Laughing} I liked the red belt and collar thing too. It’s funny – I almost feel like I don’t know where this is coming from – like it writes itself. Do you know what I mean? Maybe it really happened in a former life… (Just kidding – I don’t think that!)

      Hope your Xmas was wonderful! I’m content with mine, and ready for bed!

      aisha

  4. Mick December 26, 2010 at 9:03 am #

    Just catching up after busy Christmas here…. lovely world you have created. you could do a whole novel on this story and characters.

    Hope you had a nice Christmas!!

    • aisha December 26, 2010 at 11:33 am #

      @Mick – thanks! Maybe I will…

      I did have a nice Christmas, as it turned out. I know you guys did too…

      aisha

  5. tipacanoe December 27, 2010 at 8:52 am #

    Very good part II, I don’t intend to make too many changes as Head Master of the school, at least from what I have read so far.

    • aisha December 27, 2010 at 8:56 am #

      Well, thank you – the students and professors will be glad to hear that – I just now “posted the job opening” in Part IV, so to speak…

      aisha

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