Fifty Shades of BDSM Trilogy

by Sky Corgan

  A warm smile crossed his aged face, and I could tell that he found the situation amusing. “It appears that Mr. Kemble left out that little tidbit during our conversation earlier this week.”

  “I'm not surprised. Mr. Kemble tends to leave out a lot.”

  “So, I assume you were against coming here.”

  “I was.”

  Master Neil leaned back in his chair, steepling his hands. “I saw on your questionnaire that you have no experience with BDSM, and I know from my conversation with Mr. Kemble that you don't have much experience with anything else either. Is that correct, or is that just something that you told him so that he wouldn't send you here?”

  This question caught me off guard, and I felt my face flush in unmerited embarrassment because of it. “That is correct. I am a virgin. I didn't just make it up to get out of this.”

  “Have you ever masturbated before?”

  I was appalled by the boldness of his questions, feeling more uncomfortable by the minute. “I've never felt a need to.”

  He leaned forward, as if coming to some dramatic conclusion. “Then how do you even know what your body likes and what it doesn't?”

  The honest answer was that I didn't. My body was completely unexplored, even by me. Sure, I had yearnings from time to time, particularly for Liam. But I had always felt dirty when I tried to touch myself before . . . like it was somehow wrong. All of my life I had wanted to save every sacred part of myself for the man whom I was to marry. My body was his temple, and only he would be allowed to give me pleasure. Pleasure that wasn't shared with a man just seemed pointless to me.

  “Listen.” Master Neil leaned back again. “I know that this is all new to you, and I know that you're scared. That's natural, especially for someone in your rare delicate position. You need to understand though, that we're not here to hurt you or corrupt you. What we're here to do is help enrich your life. Mr. Kemble would not have sent you here if he didn't think you would benefit from it.”

  I'm sure that the only person Mr. Kemble cares about benefiting is himself, I thought bitterly, but didn't dare to speak it.

  “Mr. Kemble has given us explicit instructions to start with the very basics. We're not going to just toss you into the middle of the BDSM world and expect you to sink or swim. You have nothing to worry about, I assure you,” his voice sounded genuine, but I still didn't trust it. “I need to know though, before we begin, that you're willing to actually give this a chance. If you're going to be resistant throughout the entire thing, then you won't benefit from it and shouldn't even be here. I won't force you to stay, but I will force you to leave if I don't think that this is a good fit for you.”

  This shocked me. I didn't know that getting kicked out was an option. While it sounded incredibly appealing, I had to remember that the happiness of my marriage could potentially be on the line if I decided to leave.

  “Do you think that this is a good fit for me?” I asked shyly, letting my vulnerability shine through.

  A warm smile creased Master Neil's lips. “I think that you're a blank slate, and that makes you a perfect candidate to benefit from the classes that we offer.”

  It sounded very generic, but I decided to take it as a yes.

  “I'll tell you what,” he continued. “Go finish watching the video with the rest of the girls. There's about thirty minutes left. After the video, we're going to break for lunch. Let me know what you want to do then. If you still want to leave, I'll arrange for a limo to come pick you up.”

  I nodded, my mind feeling a bit more at ease now that I knew I could leave if I wanted to. Master Neil escorted me back to the classroom, and this time, all the girls watched me as I took my seat.

  “What did he want?” Mary leaned over to whisper.

  “He wanted to know if I want to leave.”

  “Why would you want to leave?”

  “Because I didn't sign up for this. My fiance signed me up for it.”

  “Oh,” she paused for a moment. “Well, you should stay. It's going to be a whole lot of fun.”

  It was obvious we had a different idea of what fun was.

  While my eyes stared at the images on the screen for the next thirty minutes, my mind was worlds away, fighting an epic battle of should I stay or should I go. I went over the list of pros and cons in my head, trying to see which way the scale was tipped. On the pro side, the school was beautiful and immaculately clean. It was not the trashy dim lit warehouse that I had expected it to be. The staff, at least the handful of them that I had met so far, were all professionally dressed and courteous, seeming genuinely to want to help.

  As for the cons, there really weren't many. I wasn't dumb enough to think that there wouldn't be any inappropriate touching involved. The video was a good testament to that. In it, there were women being paddled on their bare bottoms, having their nipples clamped and pulled, and even one having her naked cunt spanked with a riding crop. That would definitely make me uncomfortable. But the video also promised that I would be psychologically prepared for it so that it would be enjoyable instead of mortifying.

  I sighed as the video came to an end. If I was going to stay, then I needed to put one hundred percent into this to make it work. Half-assing it wouldn't do. Besides, if they saw that I wasn't enjoying it, they'd likely send me home anyway, so what did I really have to lose.

  About five minutes before the end of the video, Master Neil returned to the room. He watched the ending with us, which felt slightly awkward to me considering that it was a sex video. Right mindset, I reminded myself. He's an instructor, and this is natural for this type of class.

  “It's time for lunch,” he said as he turned off the television. “I'll expect you all to meet me back here in an hour.”

  “We should eat together,” Mary told me.

  “I'll be along shortly.” I smiled at her, again falling flat with my genuine happiness.

  She nodded and was out the door with the rest of the women.

  “So, have you made your decision?” Master Neil asked after everyone had left.

  “Yes.” I took a deep breath before responding. “I've decided to stay.”

  PART 2

  It was hard to believe I had thrown my moral upbringing aside to cooperate in learning about BDSM. Despite the light in which the school portrayed it to be an amazing sexual journey, I still couldn't shake the thought that it was dirty.

  As I entered the dining room, I saw all of my classmates sitting together. Mary, the eldest of the group, motioned me over to join them. The other two girls smiled warmly at me as I took the only remaining seat.

  “Hi. My name is Wilma,” the modelesque brunette introduced herself. I wasn't sure if I had ever seen a woman more gorgeous. Her dark features were perfectly placed, not too close together, not too far apart. She extended a slender hand, and I shook it gingerly.

  “And I'm Xena,” the blonde girl said, mirroring the handshake the other girl had given me.

  “Like the warrior princess?” I asked teasingly, and then immediately regretted it. She probably heard that so much she was sick of it.

  “That was a bit after my time.” The look she gave me spoke volumes about the contempt she felt for the comment.

  “Apologies. I didn't mean to offend you. I'm Melita, by the way.”

  “So, you said that your fiancé forced you to come here,” Mary quickly changed the subject.

  “Yes,” I glanced away, nervously. “I didn't really want to come.”

  “Don't worry. My husband forced me to come as well,” Wilma said, and I looked at her in surprise.

  “Really?”

  “Yes.” She shrugged. “He thought it would spice up our bedroom life.”

  “Isn't that why anyone comes here?” Mary glanced at all of us and then laughed.

  “I thought it might be fun as well.” Wilma shrugged again.

  “Well, I wanted to come.” Xena announced. “I heard that this was the best BDSM school in the entire country. I wan
t to learn how to be a dominatrix so that I can get what I want from men.” Her explanation was shameless, and I was in awe at her determination.

  “Am I going to learn how to be a dominatrix too?” I asked timidly.

  “Only if that's what you signed up for,” Mary responded. “I came for the whole shebang.”

  “I'm doing a bit of everything too,” Wilma said, not looking the least bit nervous.

  “I'm guessing that hubby cakes didn't tell you what he signed you up for?” Mary gave me a smirk. I could tell she was a real firecracker. With wildly curly burgundy hair held up by bobby pins, and large brown eyes, she was the perfect personification of fiery redhead.

  “No.” I felt embarrassed to admit it. “I haven't eaten anything yet today, so I'm going to go get some food,” I told them, trying to avoid the subject.

  “Well good heavens girl, go get your feed bag on. You're going to need all of your strength for the crazy stuff they have planned for us,” Mary told me, sending me on my way.

  I sighed as I stepped up to tell the chef to fix me a turkey sandwich. Despite having not eaten breakfast, my appetite just wasn't there.

  Mary's comment made me feel even queasier, thinking about what crazy stuff they had planned for us. Was I really up for this? I had told myself that I would give it my all, but part of me still wasn't sure. I'm doing this for my family, I had to remind myself. That would have to be my mantra through this entire ordeal—the only thing that would get me through it.

  Master Neil was waiting for us when we returned from lunch. There was a white board behind him that he had written several notes on, including the names of the other instructors at the school.

  As I slid into my seat, I noticed a fresh writing tablet and a pen had been set on all the desks, presumably to take notes. I picked up the pen and tapped it against the tablet a few times. It would be a good distraction from having to look Master Neil in the eyes.

  “Did you have a good lunch, ladies?” he asked courteously.

  The responses were divided between, “Yes, sir,” and “Yes, master."

  “Lesson number one,” Master Neil began with a more authoritative tone. “From here on out, you will refer to all male professors as master. You will answer, 'Yes, master,' not, 'Yes, sir'. For all female professors, you will answer, 'Yes, mistress,' not, 'Yes, ma'am'. Failure to address your professor correctly will result in a spanking with this.” He pulled a small black painted paddle from the drawer of his desk and showed it to us. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes, master,” we all responded in sync.

  “Now,” he continued. “I am Master Neil. There are six other professors at this school that teach in different fields. Mistress Yolanda heads the bondage course. She specializes in rope play and knot tying. Master Zamuel specializes in teaching dominance and obedience. Mistress Amanda is in charge of toys. Master Benjamin teaches body awareness. Mistress Cassandra teaches a spirituality through sexuality course. Master Darrel teaches advanced pain techniques. Master Eric teaches pleasure play. And I am in charge of BDSM lecture and education. After today, you will all be split up with a different instructor to receive your hands-on training. You may want to write this down so that you remember who to report to tomorrow.” Master Neil eyed us all as if to say he would not be repeating himself. “Mary, you will be with Master Eric. Melita, you're assigned to Master Benjamin. Wilma will be with Mistress Cassandra. And Xena, you will go with Master Zamuel.”

  That means I'll start with a body awareness class, I thought to myself, wondering what that would entail. Hopefully, I'd remember to ask about it during our question and answer session.

  Master Niel continued, “In the morning, you will all gather in the lobby where your assigned instructor will come collect you. Moving on. Things that you can expect from this course. We realize that you all come from different sexual backgrounds and have different needs, so here at the Napa Valley Body Awareness Resort, we strive to tailor the courses to each student's individual needs. No two students receive identical training here unless they come in for a couple's course. We try to respect each student's limits, but know that you are here so that we can push your boundaries. If you are not completely open to the techniques that we plan to teach, then you will not get the full benefit of the course. No faculty member here will do anything that will permanently harm you. Even our advanced pain classes are handled with the utmost care to ensure minimal bodily damage. In fact, the most intense class that we offer here is a needle play class, so if you were looking for anything more extreme than that, I'm afraid you'll have to go some place else.”

  “Will I be taking the needle play class, master?” I asked. If Jack had signed me up for that one, I might as well leave now. There was no way that I was going to allow strangers to stick dozens of needles in my back or breasts.

  “Do not speak unless spoken to,” Master Neil raised his voice slightly, and I instantly cowered from it, fearing the sting of the paddle. “This will be your only warning, Miss Nguyen. Next time you speak out of turn, I will pull down your underwear in front of everyone in this room and spank you until your ass is blazing red.”

  My cheeks flushed at the very thought of it, to be bent over his desk, my pale butt exposed to all the other ladies. The very idea of it instantly made me want to swallow my own tongue. Thank God I had remembered to say master instead of sir.

  “Now, where was I before I was so rudely interrupted.” He glared at me a final time before continuing, “Ah yes, it is of the utmost importance to us here at the Napa Valley Body Awareness Resort to provide a fun and safe learning environment for our students. There will be some classes where group participation is required. For those classes, we enlist the help of local volunteers. All of our staff and volunteers are regularly tested for sexually transmitted diseases and general overall health. However, we also employ the use of condoms for classes that are more physical in nature, to protect against the possibility of unwanted pregnancy.”

  This struck a chord with me. What did he mean they used condoms? As far as I was aware, most BDSM schools had a strict no penetration policy.

  “Due to the nature of these classes, you will not be able to choose your partners when paired together. We request that you treat our volunteers with the utmost respect, and they will do the same to you. Now, do we have any questions?”

  Mary and I were the only two to raise our hands, and I felt a bit unsettled that the other girls didn't find some of the things that Master Neil had said confusing. Didn't Wilma care that he was talking about condoms? She had a husband. Surely, her husband would care if she was unfaithful to him, school or no school.

  “Mary,” Master Neil addressed Miss Firecracker first, and I lowered my hand as I waited for her to ask her question.

  “Am I going to be having sex with a whole lot of men?” she asked with a devious smile. “Cause I'd really like to have sex with as many men as possible while I'm here.”

  “I'm sure you'll get your fill while you're here, Miss Flanders,” he chuckled at his optimism.

  “Good. Cause I'm recently divorced, and it's time to start living again.” Mary slapped her palm against the top of her desk as if it was a declaration. She made the place sound more like a brothel than a school, quickly devaluing it in my eyes.

  “Miss Nguyen, you had a question?” Master Neil turned his attention to me.

  “I think that answered it.” I glared up at him, and then instantly tried to soften my gaze, remembering that he could kick me out any time he liked.

  “We've made special arrangements for you, if that's what you're worried about.” He took note of my sour expression.

  Special arrangements? Did that mean I would get to leave this place with my virginity intact? I certainly hoped so, but was too embarrassed to ask. Apparently, all of these other girls were more than eager to make sluts of themselves.

  “Anyone else?” Master Neil asked, and when no one responded, he continued on with his lecture. “Not only
do the practices of BDSM allow you to explore your body, but they also allow you to expand your mind. Many people like to embody different personas during their role play. For instance, someone who is usually very assertive during their regular life, might enjoy taking on a more submissive role during their play sessions, enjoying the ability to let someone else take charge for once. It's important to let yourself go and remember that this is all just for pleasure and enjoyment. Free your mind and take a fresh perspective on new experiences. Embrace your chosen role.”

  I tried to do my best to absorb everything Master Neil was saying. As it was, I felt like I had little control over my life. My resistance to that fact was what had made me so miserable as of late. Perhaps it would be better to let myself go for once, to allow for someone else to take the reigns.

  “During the next several days, I want you all to forget who you are. Pretend that you're all virgins.” He glanced at me, and I felt my cheeks grow warm at the fact that I was likely the only real virgin in the room. “Imagine that you've never experienced sex or the pleasures of your body before, and open your mind to every new sensation. Really take the time to enjoy what you're doing and what is being done to you. That is how you'll get the most from this course.”

  Master Neil went on for a few more hours about the history of BDSM and what it encompassed. To be honest, it wasn't anything that I hadn't already learned from the internet, and so I let my mind drift. I had to embrace this experience if I wanted to get the most out of it, open my mind and leave everything I had ever thought about sex and morals behind at the door. It was much easier said than done, but I knew I had to give it a chance. Maybe I would take on one of those personas he was talking about.

  At six o'clock, the class ended, and we were free to return to our rooms. While Mary and the other girls invited me to dinner with them, I just wanted to be alone.

  It wasn't until late at night that I sneaked down to the kitchen for another turkey sandwich. If I kept eating like this, I would lose five pounds before I left the resort. My stomach didn't seem to have much of a craving for anything else though. The ball of knots that seemed to occupy it at all times kept it well full.