by Megan West
“And that ladies is how you learn to accept yourself.” He said as he held out his hand to help Sarah stand up. She stood up next to him, but was barely able to stand so she clutched onto his arm for support. “When was the last time you had an orgasm?”
“Two months ago.” She panted.
Two months? That just made me feel more like shit. I hadn’t had one in six months! And that was just my best estimate. It might have been longer.
“Mind and body connection everyone!” The instructor said as he looked out at all the women pleasuring themselves with their personal vibrators.
And then there was me.
I was sitting there with crossed arms like a bump on a log in a sea of women with their hands down their pants. I stuck out like a sore thumb and as soon as he looked out into the crowd he saw me.
“You there!” He pointed right at me.
My heart dropped several thousand flights of stairs. Still, I looked behind me in a desperate attempt to find someone else he could be talking about. But I was in the second to last row and the only one behind me was some middle-aged blond who was completely naked and on the verge of what looked like an impending orgasm. She was close. A lot closer than I was sitting there doing nothing.
“Me?” I asked, pointing to my chest.
“Well I’m certainly not talking about the beautiful blonde behind you am I?”
The whole crowd laughed as each and every one of them slowly pushed their vibrators in and out of themselves.
“You’re looking a little shy. There’s no need to worry. Sex and sexuality is normal here.”
I swallowed against a nervous and dry throat. I hated having the spotlight on me. “That’s good.” I cursed myself for saying something so short and stupid.
“Come up here.” He said, pointing to the stage.
My arms clutched around me even tighter as every muscle in my body screamed to run away. “I don’t think so.” I said, shaking my head and looking to the floor.
“Uh oh! Looks like we have a fighter.”
I shook my head. I hated every second of this.
“Go up there!” One of the women laughed.
“Go up there! I wish he chose me!” Another one said causing a loud rumble of laughter to fill the room.
“You can’t fight the crowd.” He smiled with his hand still outstretched in a welcoming manner.
It was only moments ago that I was dreaming of what his cock tasted like. Now I just wanted to run, but there was no escaping. I reluctantly got up and made my way to the stage. As soon as I stood up in front of everybody he gave me a light peck on the cheek. His scent tickled the back of my nose and forced me to breath in deeper. He had a woodsy sandalwood smell to him that made me weak at the knees.
“You guys remember when I said nine out of ten of you women just want to fight sexuality. You want to be in charge. You want to be the dominant one.” He pointed right at me, “well this one right here is a prime example.” My stomach did a somersault.
“What’s your name dear?”
“Denise.” I said as I looked to the ground. The last thing I wanted to do was make eye contact with a crowd full of women masturbating.
“Take off your clothes Denise.”
“I don’t—”
“Do it.” He said, cutting me off. His tone had turned sharp and forceful. Something about it made a spark race down the back of my neck. I didn’t dare want to disobey him. I slowly shimmied out of my jeans and kicked them and my shoes off to the side. Then I pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it on my heap of clothing.
“All of it.” He said as he playfully hooked a finger underneath my bra strap, pulled it back, and let it snap on my back. I timidly reached behind my back and unclasped it, letting it fall to the floor. The moment my nipples kissed the cool air of the studio they perked hard and tight. Then I dropped my panties to the floor and pushed them away from my feet. I had never been completely naked in front of others like this. I felt totally exposed and vulnerable.
“That’s what I like to see.” He said as he reached up and gave one of my nipples a little pinch. The sudden pain made my back jolt upright. “When was the last time you had an orgasm?”
“Six months ago.”
Without warning he slapped my ass so hard I nearly fell forward off the tiny two-foot-high stage.
“From now on you will say ‘Master’ when you address me. Try again.” I looked at him with sharp eyes. I couldn’t believe he was humiliating me like this in front of everyone.
“I haven’t had an orgasm in six months, Master.”
“Six months is a long time. Do you know why you haven’t?”
“I don’t know.” I could practically feel his hand pulling back behind me before I quickly remembered to say, “Master.”
“Maybe you don’t know how to pleasure your partners. If you can’t pleasure them, they can’t pleasure you. Perhaps you are always fighting your sexual urges.”
I stood there—stock still and unmoving.
“Tell me the truth Denise. Did you look at my cock when you were in the crowd.”
I looked at him. My heart was pounding in my chest. “Yes.”
SMACK!
I hissed through my teeth in pain as my ass flared red from his spanking. “Yes, Master.” I corrected myself.
“Did you want to touch my cock? Did you want to feel it in your mouth?”
Was he a mind reader or something? I couldn’t believe he knew exactly what I had been thinking.
“Yes, Master.” I said, looking to the floor in shame. Then I saw him reach for the waistband of his pants. He pushed them down his legs and his cock sprang out in one fluid motion. I looked down at him. He was big; bigger than he looked from the crowd.
“Now is your chance Denise. Get down on your knees and taste me.” He said as he pushed on the tops of my shoulders. I paused for a second before falling to my knees. His cock was practically eye level with me now. My body squirmed with anticipation. It felt like a million eyes burning at the back of my head as I looked up at him and waited for further instructions.
“Denise…Take it into your mouth. You wanted to know what I tasted like didn’t you?” I could feel the heat of his skin as I leaned a little closer. Butterflies fluttered inside my belly and I couldn’t ignore the horny excitement I felt between my legs. Was I comfortable? Absolutely not, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t be excited. I leaned in until he could feel the heat of my breath on the tip of his cock. He drew in a deep breath as his hand gently grabbed the back of my head and coaxed me forward. Unable to handle the anticipation, my tongue reached forward to taste him.
I let out a stuttering breath as the flat of my tongue landed on the tip of his head. His hand clutched at my hair as I swirled it around his tip. My hand grabbed the base of his cock and slowly jerked.
“That’s it Denise.” He panted with hot breath. His hips slowly lurched forward as his fist knotted tighter at the back of my head, locking me in place. I breathed in deep through my nose as I bobbed my head up and down on the end of his cock. My cheeks hollowed as I sealed my lips around his head and sucked. I felt a tremble run through his body. “Suck on that cock like the dirty girl you are.” He forced my mouth down further.
Normally the way he was talking to me would have pissed me off. But there was something different about this. I wanted to please him. I wanted to submit to him and feel him tremble and twitch against my tongue. I quickly found my rhythm and bobbed my head up and down and breathed through my nose. I moaned around his cock as his fingers clutched at the back of my head. Without warning, he pushed me even farther down until the head of his cock teasingly poked at the back of my throat.
I did everything in my power to fight the urge to cough and gag. My eyes watered. He held me there for a moment before letting go of my head and allowing me to pull back. His cock sprang from my hollowed cheeks with a loud POP that filled the room. For the first time since I had been on the stage I heard the
moaning of the crowd and the buzzing of the vibrators.
“You like being submissive for once don’t you?”
“Yes, Master.” I said, looking up at him like an obedient puppy waiting for its next command.
“It turns you on, doesn’t it? It makes you wet down there.”
That’s when I noticed how turned on I was. I felt so wet, the inside of my thighs were slick. As soon as I tried to push a finger inside my pussy the instructor spoke up.
“No, no, no.” He said, wagging his finger. “You don’t get to touch yourself unless I say so. Is that clear?”
“Yes.”
Silence. Then my heart skipped a beat. I had forgotten the dreaded word.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Master.” I looked down in shame. I couldn’t believe I had forgotten to add that important detail.
“And just when I thought you were getting the hang of things. Get up and bend over on the bench.”
My heart was racing a million miles per hour. What sort of punishment did he have in mind now? More spanking? He walked over to a small cabinet that was set up next to the Saint Andrew’s Cross and pulled out a wooden paddle. My eyes clenched shut and my hands balled up into tight fists.
“Remember. Pain can be pleasure. Learn to submit.” With that he pulled back for a swing. My muscles tensed from the anticipation of the hit. I was beyond scared. I wanted to yell ‘stop!’. I wanted to tell him not to do it and run for the door. But I was rooted in my spot—bent over the padded bench with my ass high in the air.
SMACK!
The hard paddle knocked me forward. Instantly my ass flared red like a million fire ants had bit me. I clenched my eyes shut and grit my teeth as he pulled away. Just as the pain started to dissipate, he reached forward and pinched my cheek. A slight flutter of pain attacked my skin.
“Do you like to submit?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Do you want to get fucked?”
“Yes, Master.” My responses were automatic now. I could feel myself growing wetter between my thighs as I looked forward and watched all the other women through the reflection of the mirror. Some of them were so wrapped up in their own vibrators that they barely noticed what was going on up on the stage, but there were still plenty of them that were watching.
I rolled my hips against his exploring hand, loving the sensation of his fingertips teasingly probing at the entrance of my pussy. Before I could calm down and enjoy the pain mixing with the pleasure, he reached back and landed another smack on my backside. This time with the open palm of his hand.
“Shit!” I blurted out as I clutched at the edges of the bench. My whole body shook as I felt the cool air kiss my stinging skin. Then he reached back between my thighs and pressed his fingers inside of me. I sucked in a panting breath as he rubbed his hand against my wetness.
“Do you want to be fucked Denise?”
“Yes, Master. Please Fuck me.” I begged. I tried my best to push back against his fingers, but he pulled away. All I wanted now was to feel him deep inside me.
“Are you going to be a good submissive?” He asked as he lightly traced his fingertips along the red spank marks on my ass.
“Yes, Master. Whatever you say.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” He smirked as he nestled himself up against my back side. The moment I felt his cock teasingly poke between my thighs my heart stopped. All I wanted was to feel him sink into me. I barely knew him, but I had never wanted someone to fuck me so bad; even if it was in front of a crowd. This whole situation was so unlike me. I never had sex with someone outside of a relationship. I had always thought of myself as one of the ‘good girls’. Sometimes Tatiana even called me a ‘goodie-two-shoes’. But everything was different now. I just wanted to get fucked like an animal.
I wanted to be used.
Every muscle in my body quivered when I felt him grab a hold of my hips. His fingers pressed into my skin as he pulled my ass closer to his cock. He rubbed the tip along my ass cheek. I could feel the wetness of his precum smear along my sensitive and bruised skin—it only excited me more.
“Please Master. I want to feel you inside of me.” I begged, fully taking on my submissive role.
SMACK!
My breath stopped. I tried to steady my nerves. That last spanking really hurt.
“Patience is a virtue Denise. Learn to be patient.” Finally, I felt the head of his cock brush down and press into my entrance. My slick juices allowed him to ease past my folds. I clawed at the padded bench as I felt his cock push past my wet lips. The feeling of his swollen head gliding past my walls sent my world spinning. It was perfect until he thrusted into me and smacked against my stinging ass cheeks.
I hissed through my teeth again as I tried to ignore the pain. “You’re going to have to get used to the pain Denise.” He said, smacking into me again so hard I bucked forward on the bench. My breasts swayed beneath me as I propped myself up on my elbows. He wasn’t slow or gentle. He started to slam deeper and deeper. Each powerful thrust ended with his body slapping my throbbing ass. The pain heightened my awareness and made me anticipate every thrust even more. Somehow, he knew exactly how to make me feel good.
He reached around my side and grabbed my bouncing breast. I pushed back against his cock when he pinched and pulled at my nipple. The entire room was filled with moans and groans from all of the other women. I watched myself getting fucked in the mirror—the other women were masturbating in the background. I could see the blonde woman that was seated behind me. She bucked and humped her vibrator faster and faster as she watched the instructor fuck me.
This was beyond anything I had ever experienced before. Within moments I could feel a twisting coil of pleasure building inside of me. He reached around my body and grabbed both of my tits in his hands. Just as I started to enjoy his touch on my breasts he gripped the back of my hair and pulled my head back. My neck stretched and strained from his grasp. Prickles of pain attacked the top of my head as my hair was pulled tight in his fist.
He pulled harder and forced my back to curve with my neck. My ass pushed harder against his thrusting cock. He started to hit that perfect spot inside of me. My tits bounced wildly back and forth as the sound of my pussy getting fucked by my new master filled the room.
Without warning I felt a burst of electricity twist up my spine. The bench shook as my arms trembled uncontrollably. I couldn’t prop myself up anymore so I tumbled against its padded surface. The instructor still had a firm grip in my hair, pulling it aggressively like a horny animal taking its mate.
The best orgasm of my entire life ripped through me like a tidal wave crashing onto shore. My hips had a mind of their own as they twitched and rocked up and down on his cock. I felt a scream catch in my throat as a hot warmth melted down the back of my legs and curled my toes. Tiny tingles flowed along every inch of my skin.
His thrusts were hard—almost painful. For the first time I saw him truly out of control. He fucked me wildly like a crazed beast. With one last stab of his cock, deep into me, he exploded. I could feel him twitch and pump inside of me.
I felt dirty. I just let a stranger come inside me, yet at the same time I wanted him to do it again and again. I wanted him to paddle me. I wanted him to spank me. I wanted him to control me. To make me the slave of his sexual needs. He slowly slid his cock out. Light tingles danced along my skin as he glided out past my wet lips. I took a deep breath as a small trail of his pearly white juices dribbled out of me, down my leg, and onto the stage.
I heard a few women in the crowd cheer and clap at our little performance.
He leaned down and kissed me on the back of my neck. “Beautiful job Denise.” Then he stood up to address the crowd. His cock was still hard, wet, and jutting out in front of him.
“How many of you here just had an orgasm. Raise your hands.” I raised my hand and watched the other women through the reflection of the mirror. To my surprise at least Ten women raised their hands,
including the blonde that was sitting behind me, and Sarah the red head. “Fantastic! You,” he pointed to a women in the second row, “when was the last time you had an orgasm?”.
“Three months ago, I think.” She said, still panting.
“And you?” He pointed to another.
“Four months! Wahoo!” The woman laughed as she fanned her face with her hand.
“See what you’ve done to these women Denise?” The instructor said as he turned around and looked at me. “You’ve given them power and hope! Remember! Mind and Body connection. You have to learn what turns you on here,” he pointed to his head, “before you can be turned on here,” then he pointed to his hard cock that was still wet from my juices.