Fifty Shades of BDSM Trilogy

by Sky Corgan

  The next morning, I arrived downstairs promptly at ten o'clock, seeking to avoid conversation with the other girls. Apparently, I accomplished my goal, because the only person sitting in the lobby was a plump bald man with big brown eyes. He gave me a strange look as he stood to shake my hand.

  “Miss Nguyen, I'm Master Benjamin. I'll be your body awareness instructor for today. Follow me now, dear,” Master Benjamin's voice was so high-pitched that it set off my gaydar, and the thought that he might be homosexual helped to put my mind at ease. At least if he touched me, I knew that he probably wouldn't enjoy it any more than I did.

  Master Benjamin led me to my least favorite room in the facility, the one that only had three chairs and a restraining table in it. My eyes glanced around at the somber windowless plain gray walls. It reminded me of an interrogation room, somewhere that they could wear people down and make them expose their darkest secrets.

  Master Benjamin closed the door behind us and then took a seat, making a gesture to indicate that I should do the same. When we were both seated, he simply stared at me for a moment before steepling his hands and leaning back, much like Master Neil had done during our private meeting the day before.

  “So, Miss Nguyen, I hear that you're a virgin. Is that true?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Yes, master,” he quickly corrected me.

  I felt my breath hitch at my mistake, fearing the paddle that Master Neil had shown us. “Yes, master.”

  “Oh, calm down child, I know it was an honest mistake. Unlike Master Neil, I'm not very taken with the idea of beating delicate flowers like yourself.”

  I found his southern drawl and soothing tone amusing, and I instantly felt comfortable in his care, despite myself.

  “Now I know that Master Neil covered a lot of this with you yesterday, but I want to take the time to go over my own rules. First and foremost, you will always refer to me as master. The next time you slip up, I will punish you, though you won't know what your punishment will be until I bestow it upon you. I like to keep things a surprise.” He smiled sardonically. “The next thing that you need to know is that when I give an order, you are to follow it without hesitation. Raise your right hand.”

  I did as I was told. He had ordered it so quickly that I knew it was a test.

  “Good girl. I understand that your fiance is Jack Kemble. When I talked to him on the phone last week, he said he wanted us all to really concentrate on obedience with you. Having said that, you will also be punished when you're reluctant to do what you're told. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, master.”

  The mention of Jack's name sent a shudder through my body. It was the first time I had thought about him all day, and I didn't like the direction in which my mind went. There was definitely bitterness and resentment from him sending me to the BDSM school. He had talked about us potentially starting on the wrong foot if I didn't agree to come. Well, now here I was, and I couldn't help but think that him forcing me to come had also started us off on the wrong foot. No matter which way the pendulum swung, one of us would end up unhappy.

  “I'm not going to do anything to you today that should cause you to need to use safety words, but it's still my responsibility to go over them with you, since Master Neil informed me that he forgot to cover it yesterday. Do you know what safety words are?”

  “It's the word that I use to tell you to stop.”

  “Well, there's more than one word. That's why it's called safety words and not just safety word,” he explained. “We use three safety words here at the school. Think of it like a traffic light. Green means go. Yellow means slow down. And red means stop. Now, the two most important ones are yellow and red. Yellow means that the intensity of the activity is getting a bit too much for you to handle. Perhaps you're being spanked too hard. Saying 'yellow' will tell the person that they need to back off a bit. Red means that you absolutely can't handle anymore, and the session needs to come to a screeching halt. All activity ceases until you're ready to continue. And green is the word you use when you're ready to proceed or to let your dom know that everything is alright. For instance, if I ask you how something feels, you can say green instead of alright. That way, I'll know that it feels good, and it's alright to continue. Do you know why we don't just say 'no' or 'stop' when something is uncomfortable?”

  “Because some people enjoy the play rape fantasy?” I replied with a quizzical look.

  “Close. Some people like to use those words in their fantasies. It's very common for someone to say no when they really mean yes. Having safe words is a way to guarantee that things don't get out of hand. When your mouth is gagged, and you can't say your safe words, you'll gesture with your hands instead. In place of green, you'll make a thumbs up gesture. For yellow, you'll do a thumbs down. And for red, you'll tap out with your index finger.” Master Benjamin made the last gesture, so I could see what he was talking about. It looked more like pointing than tapping, but who was I to argue. “That's basically it. Are you ready to begin?”

  I wanted to say no, but forced myself to nod instead.

  “Alright. Stand up for me and push your chair away, From this point forward, you will not speak unless spoken to. I realize that this is your first time with any of this, so I'm going to explain what I'm doing as I'm doing it. For now, I'm going to start by undressing you.”

  My heart pounded against my chest as I stood on command and pushed the chair away. Did he really mean to take off all of my clothing? I had never been completely naked in front of a man before, and while I was fairly certain that Master Benjamin was gay, the thought was still unnerving.

  He started by gently pushing my long black hair away from my shoulders. I watched his eyes as he looked down on me, and was relieved to see that they weren't full of lust. This seemed to be more of a routine thing for Master Benjamin, not something he derived pleasure from.

  “Lift your arms,” he told me, and as I did he grasped the bottom hem of my blue t-shirt and lifted it over my head, exposing my white lace and silk bra. “You can put your arms back down for now.” Master Benjamin moved on to unbuckling my belt. I did my best to try not to think about what he was doing. Slowly, the modesty I had clung to so desperately throughout my youth was being unraveled, one item of clothing at a time.

  Soon, I was stripped down to my bra and panties, and I felt an overwhelming need to shield myself from his eyes. My entire body tensed up, my arms pressed close to my sides. At any moment, I thought I might freak out, grab my clothing, and run from the room.

  “Melita, relax,” Master Benjamin said. “I promise that I'm not going to hurt you. You're a beautiful woman, and you shouldn't be ashamed of your body.”

  “I'm not ashamed of my body,” I replied, fearing that I was speaking out of turn but no longer caring. “I'm ashamed that I'm having to share it with someone other than my fiance.”

  “You do understand that you're sharing it with me because of your fiance,” his words were gentle, yet somehow impatient sounding. “You're here because that is what Jack Kemble wants from you. He wants you to be a sexually confident girl. I can't help you unless you open up to me.” Master Benjamin sighed. “Have you ever role played before, Miss Nguyen?”

  “No,” I admitted.

  “Did you ever take drama in high school?”

  “Yes.”

  “Did you ever act in any of the school plays or were you more of a props girl?”

  “I had a few parts in some of the plays.”

  “Well, role playing is a lot like acting. You put yourself in character and act like you think the person you're portraying would act.”

  I could see where he was going with this. It was the same thing that Master Neil talked about the previous day, about assuming different personas.

  Master Benjamin continued, “I'm going to give you a little exercise to do. For the remainder of this session, I want you to pretend that I'm a doctor, and that you're my patient. If you want to make it a
bit more realistic, then imagine I'm a gynecologist. Pretend that there's something wrong with you, and whatever I tell you to do will help to work towards the cure.”

  “Alright.”

  It sounded easy enough. All that I had to do was clear my mind and imagine that he was a doctor. A harmless doctor, only caring about my physical well being.

  Doctor Benjamin stepped up behind me, and I tried to steady my breathing as I felt him unclasp my bra with more skill than any straight man I could imagine. Slowly, he pushed the straps over my shoulders, and I could feel my heart beat speed up as the cups of my bra fell away from my breasts. With all the gentleness he had shown so far, Doctor Benjamin came around and pressed his finger between my breasts, hooking the front of my bra before pulling it down and off of my arms.

  He's just a doctor, I told myself as I felt the coldness of the room draw my nipples to attention. My cheeks flushed at the embarrassment of it. I probably looked aroused, and desperately hoped he wouldn't take it in such a way.

  Doctor Benajmin walked behind me again, this time digging his fingers between the waistband of my panties and my skin, so he could drop them to the floor. “Could you go lean over the table for a moment, please?” he asked, and I instantly obeyed, feeling my pulse quicken with every step. My breath hitched as a heavy palm slapped against my ass. “That was for your initial reluctance,” he informed me. “Now go and stand where you were before.”

  It felt strange imagining that I was being spanked by a doctor, and I couldn't process it in my mind to make it believable. Instead, I concentrated on how I didn't find it unpleasant. Despite the sexuality of the situation, nothing that Master Benjamin was doing to me felt sexual.

  When I was back in place, Master Benjamin came and stood before me again. This time, he looked me over, allowing his eyes to trail from my face, down to my throat, over my small breasts, my fit stomach, my unshaven cunt, my slender legs, and finally to my feet. He was observing me more than anything else, and although he was looking at parts of me that no other man had seen before, it didn't feel dirty.

  “How does it feel being naked in front of me?” Master Benjamin asked.

  “Green,” I replied uncertainly.

  A short laugh escaped his lips. “You can say more than that. I want to know how you really feel. What do you like about being naked? What bothers you about it?”

  “Well,” I thought about it. “I don't feel like you're judging me.”

  “Good, because I'm not.”

  “And I don't particularly feel uncomfortable.”

  “You shouldn't feel uncomfortable. You're a beautiful woman. Did the doctor fantasy help at all?”

  “Yes, a bit,” I admitted. It certainly helped me get used to the idea of being naked around him.

  “And what about the spanking. How did you feel about the spanking?”

  “It was a bit awkward. I think it took me out of the fantasy a bit.”

  “That's to be expected the first time around. It's not very often that a doctor spanks his patients.” He smirked. “Alright. Let's take the fantasy a bit further. Get back in the mindset that I'm a doctor. Now, I'm going to examine you. It's going to get a bit invasive, but I want you to concentrate the best that you can on everything that I'm doing being professional. I promise that I won't hurt you.”

  I did my best to recall the doctor fantasy. Whatever he was going to do to me next, it was for my own good.

  Doctor Benjamin lifted his hands and cupped my breasts, feeling the weight of them. My body jerked, but it was more from the coldness of his touch than anything else. He stared down at my chest the entire time, deadpan, as any good doctor would when examining a patient. First, Doctor Benajmin squeezed my breasts. Then he massaged them. While I didn't find it arousing, I also didn't find it unpleasant. He was very gentle, and I was more than grateful for that.

  My breath hitched as Doctor Benjamin's thumb and forefingers slid down to grasp my nipples. Something was happening that I had never felt before, a strange tingling below that caused my breathing to become erratic as he twisted and manipulated my erect nipples between his fingertips. With this sudden change, Doctor Benjamin began working them more fervently, observing the way that my body was no longer able to stay still. I shifted as the tremors from his touch teased my clit, awakening something deep within me.

  “How does that feel?” he asked finally, and I felt that he already knew the answer.

  “Green,” I managed to breath out, so drunk with new sensation that I couldn't think of anything else to say.

  “Good,” Doctor Benjamin replied, pulling his hands away, and I instantly yearned for them to return. “Spread your legs.”

  My cheeks flushed pink, but I didn't dare to disobey.

  “Wider,” he demanded when I only spread them a foot apart.

  This time, I stepped several feet out, exposing my pussy to the cool temperature. It felt exhilarating in itself to have the cold air rush against my warm damp parts.

  Doctor Benjamin came forward until our bodies were touching, his massive stomach practically pushed me back. I stood my ground, grimacing slightly from the strong scent of his flowery cologne. It was definitely not something a straight man would wear.

  I gasped as a fat finger slid between my legs. It pressed between my pussy lips, seeking out my clit. Now I was uncomfortable, but I did my best not to move. The finger explored for a bit, moving back and forth from my clit to my hole, but not threatening to go in. In my mind, I pretended like it was a routine examination, gaining no pleasure from it. After a few moments, Doctor Benjamin pulled his hand back and stepped away to analyze my expression.

  “Good. How was that?” he asked,

  I shrugged. “Green.”

  “Alright, now go lean over the table again, and this time spread your legs.”

  Expecting another punishment for some unknown disobedience, I did as I was told. No spanking came though. Instead, I heard the distinct sound of latex gloves snapping into place and then the squirting of some liquid, which I could only assume was a type of lubricant. For a brief second, a smidgeon of fear passed through me at the thought that I was in the perfect position to get fucked from behind, but then I relaxed again. The truth was that I trusted this man. He was not going to do anything to me unless he told me first.

  I could hear heavy footsteps approaching from behind, and I braced myself for whatever was to come next. With a palm on my back, Master Benjamin willed me to bend lower, and so I did, letting my breasts rest against the cold leather table. I blushed at how hard my nipples were, enjoying this strange new stimulation.

  “Jack Kemble explicitly told us that we're not to penetrate your pussy,” Master Benjamin said. “He wants to keep your virgin flower intact for himself. However, he did say that we could penetrate your mouth and your ass. Right now, I'm going to penetrate your ass with my finger.”

  The knot that had been in my stomach since arriving at the resort instantly doubled, and all thoughts of comfort fled. This I did not agree to—would not allow. I turned before Master Benjamin could lay another finger on me.

  “Out of the question,” I mustered up my bravest voice.

  He gave me a look that suggested he didn't care one way or another, holding up the finger that was generously lathered with lube. “You can always leave if you want to. I'm not going to do anything to you that you don't want.”

  I thought for a minute, crossing my arms over my chest, suddenly very aware of my nakedness. “Well, I want to stay, but I don't want to be penetrated.”

  “That's not how it works, dear. It's all or nothing. You won't get the full benefit of the course unless you allow us to go as far as we can take this. The only reason we even allowed you to come with that stipulation is because Mr. Kemble paid a substantial amount of money for us to take you.”

  Mr. Kemble again. I scowled. How dare he allow them to molest me like this? Didn't he care at all about my virtue?

  “You need to make a decision right
here and now,” Master Benjamin continued. “Master Neil already told me that if you acted up like this, I was to send you packing right away. But I know your condition, and I know that you're scared, and that's why I'm giving you this choice.

  “I already promised that I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, and so far I've lived up to my part of that bargain. And to be honest, I think you're making great progress. I'm not going to lie to you though. This is the easy stuff right now. Things are going to get a lot more invasive from here on out.

  “This is your last chance to decide to stay. In case you haven't noticed, I'm a bit of a softie. The man who will be taking over your training tomorrow will not hesitate to send you out the front door without a thought.

  “If you want to leave, then leave, but know that if you leave now, you can never come back. I don't know where Mister Kemble will try to send you after this, but men like him are used to getting their way, so I'm sure he'll try to send you off again. Perhaps next time to somewhere a lot less cushy than this place. And trust me honey, there are a lot worse places than this. I've worked at some of them.” He gave me a very honest look. “It's about time for lunch. How about this? We'll take an early lunch. That will give you an hour to think about things. If you want to continue with the course, I'll see you here after lunch. But.” The finger with the lube twitched, and a large glob of it ran down onto his hand. “If you don't intend to give this one hundred percent, if you think that there is even a hint of a chance that you'll resist again, do us both a favor, and don't come back. I really hate to have to kick people out, but I will if I don't think you're dedicated to the program. Now get dressed and go get something to eat.” Master Benjamin turned from me then, taking off the glove and tossing it in a trash bin next to the door.

  Patiently, he waited while I got dressed. For some reason, I felt horribly ashamed of myself. I had told myself that I would give one hundred percent, and for a while, I thought that I had. Now, it seemed obvious that I really hadn't. No, that wasn't it. Something had snapped inside of me when he began talking about penetration. My body was sacred, and there were some things I refused to do with anyone but my husband.