The Instructor: Domination Erotica

by Megan West

  “Uhm, I don’t think I can do this after all,” she stammered out while scrambling off the table.

  He had already taken off his belt and stood holding it. But he didn’t lose patience with her or seem irritated.

  “How about you drape yourself over the table instead? That will be more like your dream. Here, let me raise it back up a little.”

  Jennifer wanted only to run from the room, but when he patted the table expectantly and looked her in the eye, she found she didn’t have it in her to defy him. The next thing she knew, she was bent over the table, her ass in the air.

  Perhaps knowing if he said anything else, she might bolt again, there was no further warning before the first strike. It came down hard across her ass and she screamed, reaching back and grabbing her cheeks in her hands.

  “Ow! That hurts!”

  He didn’t answer her, but took her wrists in his hand and held them over her back. Then, he hit her again, even harder this time. Her reaction was the same, but some little tiny part of her brain woke up and sent a thrill down her back. It was as elusive as a piece of dust in the sunshine, but she felt it nonetheless.

  The belt fell again and again. She was sobbing now, her ass feeling like it was being feasted on by hundreds of fire ants.

  “You’re doing excellent. Only one more,” he said.

  And then the final blow fell. She had survived. Her mind was reeling and there wasn’t a coherent thought in her head, but she had lived through it.

  Dimly she was aware of the doctor tossing aside the belt and getting into position behind her. The plug was removed and the head of his cock started to push and prod at her ass. She barely felt it thanks to the pain on her ass. He had no problem slipping all the way in even though her ass now felt more stretched than ever before.

  Once he was balls deep, he grabbed her hips and started moving slowly in and out. With everything going on in her head and her body, she couldn't really separate one sensation from the rest. Yes, she had a cock in her ass, a place no cock had never been before. But she also had red welts on her rear end that were getting more inflamed each time he thrust and her skin met his pelvis.

  The earth shattering aspect of the whole ordeal, at least mentally, was the overwhelming relief of actually enjoying what he was doing, despite all the discomfort and pain.

  She had been terrified her dreams would only prove to be ridiculous manifestations from some unknown stimulus. But the exact opposite was true. And even though the complexity of what she was feeling far exceeded what she’d been able to come up with in her dreams since, prior to tonight, her brain had no memories to draw from, she still loved it and knew it was her.

  He fucked her ass like he’d done her pussy and mouth before, with a robotic steady rhythm. With zero clit or pussy stimulation, she felt a very similar pressure like when she would be coming soon. Except it was so different. She longed for something to touch directly on her pussy, but the climax kept building anyway. The angle of his cock managed to stimulate a sensitive spot.

  Desperately hoping he wouldn’t stop like before, she clenched up her pussy muscles. Instantly, everything ramped up. Her orgasm was just about there, then was crashing over her in the next stuttering breath, drowning her in a tumultuous wave.

  She screamed out as her fingers dug deep into the cushion. She clutched for dear life. He kept on fucking her, like he hadn’t even noticed she’d come.

  And then something happened that had never happened to her before—a new climax immediately started to build inside her, and it came on even quicker than the last. Ten strokes of the doctor’s cock later, she was coming again.

  And that was when the stoic, clinical, professional doctor finally let himself go. With a deep, quiet grunt and an extra tight grip on her hips, he came inside her, clutching her body as close to his as he could. For only that moment, she felt like something more than just a patient to him. She smiled, feeling like she had done something absolutely amazing for more than just herself.

  Like he promised her, he didn’t let her go until she was rock steady and capable of coherent thought. He gave her water and cookies as if she just donated blood. When she was ready, they talked for quite some time about what all they had done.

  She left Dr. Franklin’s office feeling like she was entering a whole new world, one that made her previous existence seem like it had happened on a planet far away. Now she saw her life in its true light and was ready to move forward into uncharted territory.

  A couple years later she ran into Dr. Franklin at a party. He was with a pet slave girl, and Jennifer was with her dominant of one year. That night the four of them celebrated anew Dr. Franklin’s successful work with Jennifer...but that is another story for another time.

  Second Free Bonus Story

  Chapter One

  Emily was Sam’s date for the evening. In addition to having an incredibly charming smile, she had one hell of body. He’d been covertly eyeing her perky breasts and ogling her round, plump ass all night. Bored at the dreadful cocktail reception his company had planned for the third year in a row, the two had opted to play a little game with a big wager. And she had just lost.

  “You get ten minutes,” she reminded him, her own little way of keeping him from trying to pull a fast one on her. He kissed her with no regard to his co-workers surrounding him but, luckily, nobody so much as batted an eye at the public display of affection. They were all too wrapped up in the boring talk of investments or whatever it was they discussed. Sam always zoned out when they talked to him.

  The two of them had met before and done some light flirting but that was it– at least until he found himself in need of a date to this thing and she agreed to come with him. It was the perfect excuse to finally bring that flirting to something and, quite frankly, he hoped to score with her. Halfway through the cocktail reception it became clear they both had the same endgame for the night so he decided to amp it up a bit, while also turning the dull night into something better.

  After they spent the obligatory amount of time at the reception, he asked if she wanted to get a late dinner at one of his favorite Italian spots that happened to be right around the corner.

  As they strolled to the restaurant, they had a sexual conversation in hushed tones. Sam had no idea how the conversation even turned out the way it did, but by the end of it, they had decided to role-play as a high-end escort and a depraved but dashing customer during those ten minutes he won.

  “Anything you want for ten minutes,” she whispered just before they walked through the door, urging him to get to a table and hide what he was sure was a visible tent in his pants.

  Once at the table he kissed her again, a long and tender kiss, one much different from the slightly lingering peck on the lips at the business reception. Halfway through dinner and a couple signature house cocktails later, he could tell she was just as turned on as he was and that made him feel like he could burst any minute.

  Sam thought of the situation going on in his pants and he fidgeted, unsure how he would make it out of the restaurant without anybody noticing. Emily had, of course, noticed his fidgeting and all too quickly picked up on the cause of it, sliding her foot up his thigh and rubbing just below his bulge.

  He gulped and looked at her dangerously but she just smirked.

  “You wanted to play,” she muttered, lips placed suggestively around the tip of a breadstick, eyes glittering deviously.

  He leaned forward and mustered his most intimidating tone of voice. “And play we will,” he threatened. Emily raised an eyebrow at him, trying to look confident and collected.

  “Ten minutes,” he said, tapping his fingers on the table before leaning back casually in his chair. The waitress came by to ask if they were done with their food and he said they were, allowing her to take the plates and bring the check. His eyes gleamed as he placed his credit card in the little folder, staring at Emily over it. Soon enough, they would be back at his place and the ten minutes would commence.r />
  He knew exactly what he wanted to do during that time but he wasn’t quite sure how to start it. After all, he had never role-played the customer to a high-end escort before. He wagered it was a rather specific type of situation and he had all of twenty or thirty minutes to figure out how to go about it. But as he looked at Emily, there was no trace of nervousness, doubt, or shyness.

  As they pulled into his driveway twenty minutes later and walked up to his front door, he turned to her and asked, “Are you sure about this?”

  “Well, I did lose the bet.”

  Sam hung his head and let out a single chuckle. “Yes, you did. But I still want to make sure you’re up for anything in those ten minutes?”

  Emily smirked and prodded him with a finger. “Getting cold feet?” He felt his face warm up. She giggled and shook her head. “I’m fine. Really, I am. Besides, we already talked about how I can stop this at any moment.”

  “Right. I just want to reiterate, you know, not to let anything happen you don’t want.”

  She placed a hand on his chest and smiled sympathetically. “I know. Don’t worry, I’ll stop you if the going gets too rough for my taste.” She licked her lower lip and leaned in until her lips were right next to his ear. Sam shuddered. “But, just so you know, I can handle some pretty rough going.”

  She stepped back and winked at him seductively. He felt his cock throb.

  Sam opened the front door and, with an exaggerated sweeping movement, motioned for her to go inside first. He closed the door behind him and locked it, pointing down the hallway and saying his bedroom was there. Emily hummed and walked slowly toward it, not hiding the fact that she was looking around taking in her surroundings. It was a rather small house, but he lived there alone and it was just right for him. She stepped into the room as he turned on the lights right behind her.

  “Welcome to my humble abode,” he said with a mock humble tone. She smiled. It was quite neat and well laid out. He’d done a great job with the space, something he was quite proud of. But they hadn’t gone to his house to admire his interior design skills. No, he was there to cash in on his bet. He’d won the game fair and square and now he had ten minutes to do whatever he wanted with this escort.

  Sam smirked. The role-playing had finally caught up to him and he felt even more excited than he initially had. He had no idea how it would even change what he planned to do, but just the idea of it was enough. Emily set her purse down on the dresser and looked at him, waiting until he made the first move.

  “So, we gonna get started or what?”

  Chapter Two

  Emily had fallen into character quickly. Even the expression on her face made her look different and the way she spoke made her sound like a different person. Sam was astonished. How was she so naturally good at this?

  So he decided it was time for him to fall into his role. He had ten minutes and he was going to use every last second of that time to play on his whims. Handcuffs, he thought. That was an excellent place to start. It was a staple in all this and there was something undeniably sexy about seeing a woman’s pale skin pressed against the black metal of the cuffs, wrists red when she struggled against them.

  He walked over to his nightstand and pulled them out of the bottom drawer, dangling them in front of her eyes. He saw her body stiffen for a second before she looked at him emotionless. He knew she wasn’t only turned on but also caught off guard. Maybe she just expected him to get a little rough, but hadn’t expected him to go that far.

  The cold gleam of the black-dye casted steel reflected in her eyes was a bit more than she had expected when he said anything, but she made no sign of backing down. Her body was no longer stiff. He knew she considered herself to be a bit kinky and out of the norm, but he couldn’t help but wonder if something like this would be pushing boundaries even for her. He decided she had reacted upon seeing the cuffs out of shock. She hadn’t recoiled or uttered the safety word to make him stop. She wasn’t even looking at them anymore. Instead, she was staring him dead in the eyes waiting for his next move.

  Finally, he saw her face scrunch up. Maybe she was trying to act like she didn’t want that or maybe she was tired of waiting. Maybe she just wanted to something to get him to finally act. But he knew she was definitely curious for what was to come. He finally stepped forward and pulled her wrists together in front of her. He slipped one cuff over a wrist and closed it before going on to the other. Once the final click sounded, they both knew the cuffs weren't coming off without the key and his say-so. Sam stepped back to admire the view and grinned. He dangled the key in front of her face.

  That was when he realized he wasn’t digging that emotionless look on her face. He wasn’t into how calm she was about all of it. He wanted it to be her first time, full of wonder, excitement, and even a little hesitation. So he leaned forward and licked her neck until his lips touched her ear. He loved feeling her thin body shudder against him.

  “You know, maybe you’re an escort agreeing to do this kind of thing for an extra fee for the first time ever.” He stepped back and saw she had an eyebrow raised, her eyes gleaming in delight.

  “My, my. Someone is a big fan of games,” Emily said. She leaned in and captured his lips in a soft kiss. It felt great, but it was breaking the moment. Sam knew that was what she wanted before everything fell right back into place, with that little adjustment he had requested. He pulled back and looked at her, now with an innocent look in her eyes. He marveled at her skills and briefly wondered if he really wanted this to just be a one-night thing. He had never been with a woman like her before and he felt his cock throb again.

  “How are you feeling?” he asked her, his voice soft and smooth. He was testing the waters, checking to see how she was going to play the newly adjusted character.

  “I don’t know,” she muttered unsurely, shifting her weight back and forth from one foot to another. She bit her lower lip and looked at him rather helplessly. He was pleased.

  He showed her the small key hanging from a velvet ribbon and dangled it in front of her before sliding the key in the little slot on one of the cuffs, letting her watch with her newly donned doe eyed expression. He turned the key and the cuff popped open. She gave a little start before pressing her lips shut and looking at him, wide-eyed.

  He had no idea where that came from or what it was meant to be, but he found it extremely sexy. It was so sexy to him, in fact, he was ready to take her right that instant and forget all the other little things he had in mind since he won his ten minutes. Ten minutes, he reiterated in his head as he realized neither of them had bothered to check the time when they got started. Maybe she was somehow keeping a mental count.

  "Just making sure it works,” he said as he closed the cuff again and stepped back. “In retrospect, I probably should have checked before I closed them around your dainty, little wrists.” He chuckled and dropped the key on the surface of the nightstand, well within her line of vision.

  There was something so innocent about the look in Emily’s eyes, something he hadn’t requested or thought of when he adjusted how he wanted her to play the escort character. The uncertainty he wanted was there and together with that doe-eyed innocence, he really felt like he would burst at any moment. He stepped forward and, unable to resist, kissed her on the lips. He loved the way her soft, shapely lips felt against his own.

  Finally, he pulled away and whispered, "This is all about trust, you know. You do trust me, right?" He had asked the question in a more menacing tone than he had wanted, but it was too late to change it. She would have to make the best of it and, truth be told, he was curious to see how she ran with the dialogue.

  Emily hesitated for a brief moment. After some brief flirting when they came across each other at random, this was their first date and even then it hadn’t been much of an actual date in the traditional sense of the word. So he wondered how she could actually trust him. Even though he had asked it in character and she would be responding in her character, the
y both knew there was an underlying layer of truth to it. Now that she had a better idea of what he wanted, he needed to be sure she trusted him enough to keep going.

  "I do," she finally said quietly. "But you just get ten minutes remember?”

  So she hadn’t forgotten. He wasn’t sure who was keeping count or how. He wasn’t even sure when the clock was starting. He opened his mouth to ask, but then wondered if getting so technical would ruin the mood. Maybe it would be okay if he just winged it.

  He stood back and had a hold of her arms out in front of her. “What a sight,” he muttered under his breath so quietly even she didn’t hear him. There were very few things that got him going as much as the sight of a hot woman in a pair of cuffs. There was only one thing that would make her even better, and that would be to cuff her wrists behind her back. He walked over to the nightstand and grabbed the key, quickly popping open both cuffs. She looked at him in confusion.