"I thought we should start your training, Krystal."
I gulped. "My training?" I didn't know quite exactly what he meant by that, and I felt like a dope for having to ask.
He laughed, a quiet, low chuckle, as he placed a hand on the small of my back, guiding me towards the bed. "Yes, your training. Before I can truly be your master, I must mentor you, so you know exactly what it is I want from you."
"I see, sir." I wasn't certain that I did. But I did know one thing. I wanted to please him, and badly. I was willing to do anything for him. His mere presence sent shivers down my spine, and a familiar surge through my body. He gave me a feeling like no other man. I knew I would do anything to be with him.
He leaned in close now, pulling my head close to his as he embraced me. "The safe word is 'gatling'. If I go too far, just say that word, and I will stop."
I nodded, my hair brushing against his lips. I wouldn't use that word unless I absolutely had to. I wanted him to take whatever he wanted from me.
Slowly, wordlessly, he guided me to the bed, urging me with his hands and body movements to disrobe and lie on it. I eagerly complied, slipping my boots and dress off. Soon I was naked and spread-eagled on the black bed sheets, my chest heaving with nervousness and anticipation. I had no idea exactly what he had planned, but I trusted him. I knew he wouldn't hurt me.
With exaggerated care, Mr. Hendricks took each set of handcuffs, and snapped them onto my wrists and ankles. The cold metal was like ice on my skin, and I trembled slightly. I was tense. My entire body felt like a bowstring, taut and ready to loose its arrow. I held onto to that feeling of tenseness, savoring it.
After he secured me to the bed, I tried to move my body, and found myself unable to shift more than an inch or too. As if I wanted to.
Next, Mr. Hendricks held up a blindfold. "We can skip this, for now, if you like," he commented, but I shook my head. I wanted him to take me as far as I could stand.
His blindfold ended up being one of his black ties, and he slipped the smooth fabric around my face. I was plunged into darkness, unable to see anything now. But I could still hear things. And more importantly, I could still feel things.
His mouth brushed against my ear, and his very touch was electric. "Remember. If you want me to stop, just say the safe word. Gatling."
"Yes, sir," I replied. My voice sounded like it was a million miles away.
I felt the bed shift, and heard footsteps. He was walking around it. Was he retrieving something? I couldn't tell.
"I'm going to put something on your skin now," his commanding voice came out of the blackness, his words reassuring my rising nervousness. I wondered exactly what he was going to do. What was he going to put on me?
I felt something soft, incredibly soft, brush against my belly now. The sensation sent shivers racing through my body, and gooseflesh raised on my arms and legs. I felt hyper-sensitive to his sensual touch, and my back arched upwards. I craved more.
And Mr. Hendricks gave it to me. That soft sensation moved upwards now, and he cupped my breast with the fur. I gasped and gave an involuntary moan, the feeling almost too much on my body. The tiniest part of me urged me to use my safe word, but I immediately quashed that ridiculous thought down. I trusted him, and I wanted to go so, so much further on my first lesson than this.
That fur now grazed my nipples, and I clenched my useless eyes shut, nearly seeing stars. I was so sensitive, it was almost painful. And Mr. Hendricks was unrelenting. He swiped the fur lightly across my arms, my sides, my legs. Then, he made his way towards my inner thighs. Towards my pulsing, wet cunt.
"You're such a good girl, I'll bet you've never smelled yourself. I bet you've never tasted yourself, before last week," he commented idly.
I didn't know if he wanted an answer to that, but I answered him all the same. "No sir, I haven't."
"I thought as much." Just then, the fur was draped across my pubic mound, pressing against it, and I gasped loudly at the sudden pleasurable sensation. My torso wriggled as I squirmed and writhed. I wanted more, so much more than that single teasing touch.
Just then, I smelled my own somewhat unfamiliar scent. There was moistness on the fur as it was dragged across my face. "Do you like that?" I heard Mr. Hendricks murmur. He was close. He was so close. I could feel the heat of his body against me.
"Yes, sir." My voice quavered as I spoke. My entire body was honed to razor sharpness, focusing utterly and completely on whatever he did to me. Even the touch of that simple fur was bringing me to new heights of pleasure. I couldn't believe that he could do this, but he did.
"I think it's time for something a little more," he said now, and I heard footsteps as he moved around the room once again. Then I heard a somewhat unfamiliar sound. The clink of glass, perhaps? I confusedly waited for him to do what it was that he had in mind.
He said one simple word. "Ice." I tensed and braced myself, willing myself not to flinch when I felt that inevitable coldness. I was never able to deal well with the cold, and I knew this would be no exception.
Even though I was prepared for it, I still flinched when I felt that icy, glassy cube hit my shoulder. The shoulder - I hadn't been expecting that. But I braced myself against the sensation, willing myself to last longer, longer against it. It felt like a steel-cold needle pressing into my flesh, and I was so sensitive, the pain of it was near excruciating.
"Wax," Mr. Hendricks now said, and I felt a drop of liquid fire on my cooled skin. I bit back a scream. The word 'gatling' had nearly escaped my lips, and the only thing keeping it inside my more were my teeth, now biting down on my tongue.
After that initial fiery sensation had worn away, I experienced the most amazing feeling. My shoulder was numb with cold, yet on fire at the same time. I was constricting and expanding, my skin and entire body tingling from the strange sensation. It felt exquisite, like nothing I'd ever felt before. I realized I wanted more. It felt amazing.
"What an insatiable little thing you are," Mr. Hendricks said as he worked different parts of my body, first icing them to the point of near-complete numbness, then bringing the feeling in my skin roaring back with the hot wax. I was shivering now. I felt like my body was now a vessel, a conduit whose only purpose was for Mr. Hendricks to transfer pleasure directly to my mind. It throbbed and pulsed with need as he continued to tend to me, but I didn't moan, I didn't beg for him. I knew he would satisfy me in due time, if I was a good enough student.
After I enduring the delicate pleasure that the ice and wax brought to my breasts, Mr' Hendricks gave another wondering query. "I didn't think you'd be ready for this tonight, but I'm going to try it." I squirmed slightly, curious as to what he meant. I found out soon enough. I felt something rubbery being pressed against my lips, and almost instinctively, I opened my mouth. It was a rubber ball. A ball gag.
"Can you handle this?" Mr. Hendricks asked before tying the thing around my head. I nodded immediately. I wanted to handle anything he gave me, right now. I existed only to please him, and for him to please me. "If you need to stop now," he spoke as he tied the gag off, "just snap your fingers twice. Snap your fingers now, if you understand me." I obeyed, my thumb and index finger quickly making the familiar snapping motion. "Good girl," he murmured, and I sensed his body move on top of me, and press down on my smaller form.
I wanted to gasp, but the ball interrupted my airflow somewhat. I panicked momentarily, and nearly snapped my fingers right then and there, but I forced myself to calm down. I could still breathe through my nose.
I didn't want to stop, because his naked body was right on top of mine, pressing down on every nerve and bit of skin that had been electrified by his earlier teasing. I writhed underneath him, willing him to take me, please take me, please give me that release that he'd so careful been cultivating over the last 10, 15, 20 minutes. I didn't even know what time it was. I trusted him to keep track of that. To keep track of everything. The only thing I had to do was not snap my fingers. Not use the safe word.
&
nbsp; "I can feel your need for me," he hissed now into my ear, his engorged cock pressing against my stomach.
I wanted to say yes, with all my being, but I couldn't. I moaned around the ball gag instead, and he gave a low chuckle. "My poor little student. Your lesson isn't over yet." And then his onslaught on my body began. He started by licking and teasing at my ear, and then he suddenly, savagely, bite down on it. Pain welled up inside me like molten lava, it flowed through my veins and into my brain. I squealed around the rubber ball, and Mr. Hendricks stopped abruptly.
"Remember the safe word," he said, his disembodied voice floating around my ears, and I nodded. "Snap your fingers if you want me to stop." I didn't.
He worked his way downwards, and I felt his tender caress along my jaw, my neck, my collarbones. I pressed upwards against him, and my hyper-stimulated, utterly hard nipples brushed against his chest hair as he moved. God, he was so arousing, I thought I was going to burst right then and there.
He teased me, lingering at my collarbone for what felt like eons. I wanted to beg him to move downwards, please, to give me release. I moaned, long and low, and that seemed to urge him into action again. Now, he nuzzled my breasts, one after the other, and each touch of his lips, his nose was a tingling pin against my nerves. I wanted to feel so much more.
I nearly squealed when I felt his warm, wet tongue run against my nipple, and then the teeth came. He bit down, not as harshly as he had to my ear, but the pain rose up inside me again. This time however, I was expecting it, and just knowing it was coming transformed that pain into the most exquisite pleasure. I moaned again, even more loudly around the gag, and Mr. Hendricks chuckled once more. And then he moved lower still.
My body was now shaking like a leaf when I felt his lips flutter against my belly, giving me butterfly kisses. A throb coursed through my drenched vulva when he nosed my sparse pubic hair. I wanted to scream, tell him to stop teasing me and just give me my climax when he carefully avoided my quivering mound, merely kissing around it, but I knew I couldn't, I wouldn't. He would do with me as he pleased, and I would accept what pleasure he gave me.
But finally, finally after what seemed like decades of waiting, his tongue lightly flicked out, and just barely brushed against my aching, engorged folds. The effect was immediately. I groaned and shook, arching my back, trying to press my body against that tongue. But I was held fast by my bonds, I couldn't move hardly an inch.
And Mr. Hendricks knew it, oh, he knew it well. He took full advantage of it too. At first, he merely dipped inside my sweet folds, he tongue darting in and out, quick, like a snake's tongue. I moaned and bucked, the sensation close to overwhelming. His tongue was like an iron against my cunt, and each touch sent a throb through my body.
He tasted and teased me for long minutes, his tongue starting at the bottom of my pussy, then drawing its way up, stopping just short of my tender clit. Please, please go further, just a little further, I wanted to say, but I couldn't, I just couldn't.
But Mr. Hendricks couldn't put it off forever, and without warning, his tongue suddenly and firmly pressed down on that aching button. I arched my back, fire running anew through my veins as I was brought to dizzying heights. That one touch brought me so close to my climax, so insanely close…
And then the teeth came. I honestly wasn't expecting it this time, and the pain brought me completely out of the moment. Stars in my eyes from the hurting, I frantically struggling against my bonds. I needed the pain to stop, I needed to do something to make it stop. I screamed through the ball gag, but he continued to clamp down, abusing my clit, squeezing it harshly between his incisors.
Abruptly, I remembered the signal, and desperately snapped my fingers twice. And the pain stopped. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief around the gag, and my poor, abused, over-stimulated body relaxed somewhat. Only somewhat.
Mr. Hendricks voice floated into my ears once again, smooth and sultry. "My poor student, has she had enough for the night? Snap your fingers if you want me to stop." I didn't snap my fingers. "I thought as much. Snap your fingers if you don't want me to fill you and fuck you." There wasn't a doubt in my mind. I splayed my fingers out, keeping them from even touching each other. I needed my master to fuck me hard.
He laughed lowly, and I felt the bed bounce as he repositioned himself. I knew what was coming. And I needed it, more than anything else in the world right now. I needed him.
I jumped as I felt his thighs butt up against my own, and swiftly, oh so quickly, I sensed his pulsing rod moving between the slick folds of my pussy. This is it, this is what I'd been waiting for all night. This is what all the teasing led up to.
"You know what this is?" he asked me, petting my legs as he pushed, ever so slightly. I could feel his tip against my tight hole, threatening to enter me even as he spoke. "This is your reward for being such a good student." And then he thrust.
I gasped around the gag, lifting my head off of the slick sheets. Without sight, I was able to focus completely on the feeling of him filling me to the brim, his mammoth of a cock invading my body. It was like every nerve in my body had scurried to the walls of my vagina. I was sensitive, so sensitive I could feel every last millimeter of him. And he filled me so well. It was like my pussy was made for his cock.
"Such a good little student," he groaned, thrusting in and out of me now. He hunched his body over mine; I could feel his presence, the heat of his body emanating fiercely onto my sensitive skin. I wanted to curl up around him, pull him close on top of me, feel his weight as well as his heat, but the handcuffs kept my body pulled taut against the bed.
He took me as he pleased, slow at first, but quickly picking up speed. He was soon pounding against me with all his might, and I gasped and squealed around the rubber ball. He had me so close. He was going to make me come, just by fucking me. Even time he bore down, I inched closer and closer to that precipice.
And Mr. Hendricks knew it. He could feel my body shudder and tense around him, he could hear my frenzied cries through the gag. I wanted him, I wanted to come, I wanted it all. I wanted whatever he could give me.
"I need you to come," he commanded through panting breaths. I couldn't see his stern gaze, but I knew it was on me. I couldn't disappoint him. He took a hand and snaked it downwards, repeating himself as he pressed down on my clit firmly. "I need you to come."
I screamed around the gag as an orgasm rolled through my body, intense and heavy, like a sudden angry thunderstorm on a summer day. It was overwhelming, and I momentarily grayed out from the sheer sensation of it.
Mr. Hendricks caused me to snap back to reality though, as he roared and gripped strongly at my shoulders, thrusting erratically at my body now, his thighs and balls lewdly slapping against my bare skin. He didn't announce his orgasm, but he didn't need too as his body tensed and stiffened. I swore I could feel him pulsing and unloading inside me, spurt after spurts of hot come filling up my eager hole. I couldn't get enough of him.
It seemed like my master had enough though, for now. After his powerful orgasm, he collapsed on top of me, his sudden weight squeezing the air out of my lungs. I momentarily panicked as I couldn't get a breath into my body, and snapped my fingers again, more to get his attention that anything.
"Ah, poor thing." I felt his weight lift from me now, and his cock slipped out as he stood up. "You did very well tonight," he said as he undid the handcuffs. I stayed in the same position, even though I was free. I felt very disinclined to move at all. "You went much further than I thought you would, I'm impressed." He moved around my head now, untying the blindfold and gag. Light flooded into my eyes once more, and I blinked reflexively against it. It seemed very bright in the room, all of a sudden. "Did you enjoy it?" he asked.
"Yes, sir."
"Good." He reached down, briefly petting my blonde curls. "No time to clean up tonight, I'm afraid." I glanced at the clock, and gave a start. It was 8:50. Maddie was due home at any moment.
Had we really been at it for that l
ong?
Mr. Hendricks helped me up now, and I quickly got dressed. Drops of wax dotted my body, but I easily peeled them off and handed them obediently to my master. I didn't want to make a mess of his room, after all.
After I made myself decent enough, he placed a hand on my shoulder. "Same time, next week." It wasn't a question or a request, but an order.
"Yes, sir." I knew I would be here.
Chapter 8
I didn’t want to go home for a couple of reasons. First off the object of my obsession (and yes, I realized by now that I was being more than a little obsessive about Mr. Hendricks) wasn’t there, and second, my sister was due home any minute now. Her spring break started this weekend, and she just had to make the long drive home.
I didn’t much care to be shuffled off in a corner while my parents basked in the glory that was my perfect sister, but I knew it was inevitable. At least my own school’s Spring Break didn’t start up until the first week of April. Kandace would be on her way back to her perfect college life by then.
But I couldn’t stay with Mr. Hendricks. I contemplated begging him to let me stay, but I knew it wouldn’t happen. Not with Maddie around.
I sighed heavily as I sat down in my sedan and pulled out of his driveway. With every mile that passed between myself and his house, I felt my heartstrings being tugged a little tighter, like I’d left some important part of myself back at his house. I supposed I had.
As I pulled into the driveway of my own house, I couldn’t help but notice the sporty little yellow coupe in the driveway. That had been Kandace’s graduation present, for getting valedictorian. I knew I didn’t have any such gift in my future. I’d be lucky to graduate cum laude, much less at any of the higher tiers. I had gotten her old sedan as a hand-me-down, and I supposed I should be lucky to have it.
When I entered the house, I expected a pleasant, happy atmosphere, but it was far from that. Everything and everyone seemed strangely tense. My parents and sister were sitting around the kitchen table, speaking in hushed tones. They didn’t even notice when I walked in the door. Fine by me. I was ready to be ignored the entire week.
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