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Chapter Twenty-six -- BDSM 301
"Welcome back," Clarice smiled as the women assembled on the sofas in the
married students' room Tuesday morning after breakfast. "I hope you had a good
time but now it's back to work. If you thought your first six weeks were wild,
wait until you see what we have in store for you for the last six. You were
introduced to most of this bit by bit as underclassmen. You've all done well and
mastered the basics so now it's time to move on to more advanced studies. Who
can tell me what the initials B D S M stand for?"
When no one answered, Clarice asked, "Do you really not know or are you just
afraid to speak up? I hope it's not the latter. By now, you should know how
important it is to be honest and forthcoming with your feelings. It's especially
important as we study and then practice advanced sexual techniques and, as
usual, it all starts with communication. So, once again, what's B and D?"
"Bondage and... discipline?" Wendy offered bashfully.
"Right. That's a start. So what do the other letters stand for? Anybody else?"
"S and M stands for sadism and masochism," Laura stated.
"Good. And?" Clarice prompted. "How about D and S?" When no one answered, she
began a lecture. "You got BD as bondage and discipline. DS is dominance and
submission, basically slave games, although some people make it a lifestyle. SM
is sadism and masochism. Throw spanking in there with the S, too."
"All of these are intermixed," Clarice went on. "And there are some aspects to
all of them in most relationships. Have any of you ever complained that your
boss treats you like a slave? Well, there's an aspect of dominance and
submission. But that relationship isn't supposed to be sexual, is it? I looked
over your reading lists and book reports so most of you have read at least a few
stories about sexual dominance, being blackmailed into sex by a boss. Did anyone
find them arousing?"
"I sure did," Kaitlyn admitted.
"So you've read about it," Clarice grinned. "And, more importantly, you've
experienced it. So, remembering how important it is to be honest, is anyone
willing to admit being sexually aroused by any of what you've experienced here?"
There was a pause while the students squirmed uncomfortably in their seats.
Darlene was about to speak up when they all heard from the doorway, "The
spanking turned me on."
"Kim!" the whole class cried out at once, jumping up to hug her and bring her
back into the group. They soon settled down and Clarice encouraged her to give a
summary of what she had been through.
"I hate to break this up," Clarice finally said, "But we have a schedule to keep
and it's already shot to hell. Today's a little less flexible than most days, so
let's go get our midmorning snack and get back to work."
They grabbed fruit and cold sodas from the kitchen, then Clarice led them down
to the school's fully equipped basement dungeon. The dungeon took up half the
basement. The entry door was made of rough wooden planks with massive wrought
iron hinges and metal studs that made it look like it belonged in a medieval
castle. Inside the dungeon were so many furnishings and implements that the
class was dumfounded.
"This is our most popular play room," Clarice told everyone as she sat down on a
short milking stool. "And you're welcome to come down and play. So, Kim, you
said that spanking turns you on. In what way?"
"I really don't know," she answered, blushing only a little. "But when my
bottom's stinging, like right after I get spanked, I could just...well, fuck. It
gets my juices flowing. I get all wet and ready." She shrugged. "It's hard to
explain."
"And feelings are just feelings," Clarice pronounced. "If _you_ feel turned on,
so what if someone else doesn't? All right, now. Will anyone else admit being
turned on by what's happened during your first six weeks?"
"I will," Darlene spoke up, laughing. "There's darn little that hasn't turned me
on. Must be testosterone."
"Probably," Clarice grinned back. "How about you, Katy?"
"Just being naked," Katy replied. "None of the other stuff."
"You didn't feel turned on by your massage that first Tuesday?"
"Well, yeah, but..."
"That was DS, being told you would have to remain silent and endure it and that
you'd be bound and gagged if you disobeyed. Was it _just_ the massage that
turned you on, or did the whole scene do it for you?"
"Pretty much just the massage," Katy answered. "I was scared, too, and that
might have added to it."
Clarice polled the rest of the students, ending with Maria. Only Jennifer
readily admitted being turned on by the 'kinky' things. But Clarice requestioned
Maria, reminding her to be completely honest with herself. "So being helpless
didn't turn you on?" she asked again.
"Oh, Jesus and Mary and Joseph, help me," Maria sobbed out. "I... I can't come
if... unless somebody makes me. I can't. I played with myself when nobody was
looking and I can't come, but when Tina was there with a whip and said she was
going to whip me if I didn't come, I could. And then I found out if I imagine I
have to come, that I can come by myself. It... that book, Beauty. I..."
"Easy, easy, easy," Clarice chanted softly, hugging the Latino girl. "There,
there, there, little one. There's even a name for what you suffer: Catholic
guilt. And, now that you recognize it, you have
two choices. You can either get kinky and experience some amazing orgasms or you
can spend thousands of dollars on psychologists and psychiatrists and not have
amazing orgasms."
Clarice continued to hold Maria as she continued, "There are a lot of BDSM
rules. You've already heard them for sex in general--safe, sane, and consensual.
Each of you consented to physical restraint and corporal punishment as part of
our program when you applied for admittance, so that part's pretty much taken
care of for our classes. My job is to teach safe and sane."
"Our BDSM activities are both very structured and very flexible," she went on.
"They're structured as far as time and sequence, but the actual activities are
varied. You'll all get a chance to be top and bottom in our scenarios. So what's
a scenario?"
That discussion lasted for more than an hour. For their homework, they had to
read from a web site using the computers
at least the frequently asked questions
(FAQ) and the article on negotiation.
"And negotiation is nothing more than good communication," Clarice told them.
"You don't have to be kinky to negotiate sex. Take anal sex. Some people think
it's kinky. Some of you enjoy it. All of you can tolerate it physically. But is
it going to be a part of your sexual repertoire with your husband? How often?
What position? And what about turning things around? Would he like you to finger
his bottom hole? Or fuck him with a strap on dildo? Would you like to give him
tit for tat?"
A couple of the students groaned over the pun. Clarice laughed, too. "Our
sequence for this afternoon is this. We'll come back down here right after
dinner and play for a little while. Yes, guys, this is play. Then you'll each
dominate a freshman. Remember your second day? Your massage? OK, let's get our
workout out of the way and then get dinner. I'll see you back here about one."
After their workout, they had almost two hours of free time, during which Kim
was everyone's concern. "Are you sure you're all right, hon?" Laura asked Kim.
"Yes," she answered. "Reasonably OK. I have to take stool softeners and put in
suppositories for a few weeks until I heal up inside."
"I believe it," Wendy injected. "I remember our anal classes."
"The anus and rectum produce no lubrication," Debbie said in a comical imitation
of Lucy's voice. "So use of copious lubricating jell' is mandatory for comfort."
"I can't imagine how much that must have hurt," Darlene said.
"The bad part is," Kim told them, "I was really getting to like anal sex even
with fingers and dildos and butt plugs and stuff. And I liked, well, I can't
really say I _like_ spankings but they got me going and... Geez, to... For Roger
to... Did I tell you that Red says I can get my marriage annulled? Since Roger
Hoyte doesn't exist and he... I don't remember all the legal terms, but since he
lied about who he was and his background and everything, I won't be divorced a
fourth time. It will be like I was never married."
"That's good," Kaitlyn said. "I heard from Clarice that Roger has been charged
with rape before."
"Yeah, a bunch of times," Kim told the group as they pushed three tables
together to make it easier to talk. "And technically he's not charged with
raping me. Rape includes vaginal intercourse. The charge is 'forcible sodomy.'
Anyway, he's also a suspect in a couple more rapes. The police think that he was
at it even when we were going together and even after we were married. They've
got DNA evidence in their labs. The Commonwealth's Attorney is trying to get the
trials combined so he's facing at least three charges, but it doesn't look
good."
"Why?" someone asked.
"Well, jurisdictions. I was raped, sodomized, in one judicial circuit, and each
of the other girls was raped in a different district, and trials are almost
always held where the crime took place. The defense attorneys are trying to keep
them separate and they told me that my trial will probably be on just my rape."
"Geez, you poor thing."
"I'm just glad I wasn't hurt."
"But you were," Debbie told her.
"I'll live," she shrugged. "I might have been a lot worse if it hadn't been for
all the anal play we did the weeks before."
"I guess some good comes from everything," Laura sighed philosophically.
"Even being tied up and tortured," Maria said, looking worried.
"Torture is having to sit on a torn butt hole," Kim laughed.
"Is it really that bad?"
"Yeah," Kim said, blushing. "I tried one of those blow-up circle pillows that
people with hemorrhoids use but it stretches where I don't need to stretch and
hurts worse than just sitting flat."
"I guess ass play is out for you for a while," Debbie commented.
"You can put in my suppositories," Kim kidded.
"Oh, please, can I?" Debbie countered, breaking into a laugh.
"Can we please talk about something more appetizing while we eat?" Maria
requested.
"We are getting kind of gross," Debbie snickered. "So what do you suppose we're
going to do this afternoon before massaging freshmen?"
"Tie each other up and do whatever," Darlene grinned.
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"Does anyone not understand the terms 'top' and 'bottom'?" Wanda asked when
everyone was back in the dungeon after dinner.
"Top's in charge, bottom does what she's told," Kaitlyn said. "Wrong!" Wanda
snapped, surprising everyone. "Who's in charge?"
All the students looked at each other, confused.
"Maria," Wanda snapped out again in a stern, clipped voice. "What do you want
out of a scene? An orgasm?"
After a moment of thought, she answered, "I just don't want to be responsible."
In a more normal voice, Wanda rephrased the answer as another question. "So you
want to give up some power to get what you want and need?"
"I guess so."
"And who's responsible for giving you what you want and need?"
"The person who I give... power to."
"Right. So you're in charge. You gave the power to someone else and that person,
the top, takes the power and gives back to you what you want and need. There it
is, guys. The bottom line is that it's the bottom who's ultimately in charge.
The bottom gets to set the limits. That's what makes it sex play that's safe,
sane, and consensual."
"Take our whole program as an example for a bit," Wanda lectured. "You gave us
the power to restrain you. In return, we give you permission to experience sex
like never before. We make you feel and do new things, things that you would
never have done on your own. Well, every scene should be like that."
"Oh, we're going to stretch things a bit. You'll all feel some pain, but, and
it's a big _but_, you ultimately decide how much you will take. So let's play,"
Wanda grinned. "Who wants to be the first victim?"
It took a few seconds, but Maria bashfully raised a hand.
"Very brave of you, Maria," Wanda smiled. "And you and I are going to talk a
lot. Those of you who decide you're naturally bottoms need to be strong. There
will be classes in the coming days on the differences between abuse and
consensual play. A natural bottom is vulnerable to abuse. You have to be strong
enough to say 'no' and smart enough to pick the right partner for a top. But
enough of that for now. This is fun play, not heavy stuff. We start small and
build up. Who else? I'd like one more."
"I'll..." both Jennifer and Darlene started at once.
"Darlene," Wanda said. "I'm sorry but you won't fit the X-frame, Jennifer." She
led the class to a wall where there were two wooden frames set side by side a
few feet out from one stone wall. "Now, Darlene, if you'll step up on here
facing out. And Maria, you sit down and lay out on this one."
They saw that one of the X-frames was mounted on a big steel pipe that went into
a hydraulic pedestal with several controls, while the other was simply set at a
slight backward angle supported by a beam to form a tripod. The fancy hydraulics
allowed Maria's frame to tilt backward so she could lie down on it. Wanda passed
out cuffs that were secured around Maria's wrists and ankles when she was spread
out. The fancy X also had a comfortable, padded headrest.
Darlene's frame had footrests that were permanently secured to the bottom. She
bashfully turned her back and tried to step up onto the small platforms while
wearing her high heels that were the uniform for students. The heels threw her
balance off, so she had to step up facing the frame and then carefully turn
around with her tip toes on one little platform, then step out to the other one
so she could be strapped down.
"As you get more experienced," Wanda explained, "You'll come up with your own
scenes. For now, we'll start out with what's common for a first scene, 'punished
with pleasure.' Let's see, how shall we divide up? How about Laura, Kim, and
Debbie, you take Maria, and Katy, Wendy, and Jennifer, your victim is Darlene."
"We've got a couple of hours to play. What shall we do now?" Wanda asked,
perching herself on a tall stool in front of the frames. Once again, everyone
looked uncertainly at each other, so Wanda provided some guidance. "OK, first,
there's no pain in this scene so there's no safe word. We'll talk a lot about
safe words tomorrow. And the object is pleasure, but poor Maria has to be forced
to endure pleasure. She has trouble getting off unless she's forced. So how
might you force her?"
"Tickle," Kaitlyn said immediately, crooking her fingers into claws and looking
at her classmate helplessly bound to the smooth wooden beams.
"Perfect!" Wanda clapped. "Make her beg for it."
"No!" Maria squealed even before anyone touched her. "I can't stand to be
tickled."
"Then you'd better start begging for sex," Debbie told her, sliding a finger up
Maria's leg as she positioned herself next to the young Latina.
"No! I can't! Please!" Maria screamed as three pairs of hands found all of her
ticklish spots.
"I think what Miz Hot Box here needs is to be kept juicy until just before we
have to go," Wendy snickered. Katy and Jennifer joined her in beginning to build
up Darlene's arousal with some gentle caresses, licks, and kisses.
The six tops quickly got into the scene but in completely different ways.
Darlene was moaning with pleasure, somewhat distracted by the noise coming from
next to her, but enjoying what she knew was going to be a great experience.
Maria, on the other hand, was in agony.
"No! Please. NO! I gotta pee! No."
"If she pees, just get the hose and spray everything down," Wanda told the older
women who were torturing the youngster. "Try taking off her shoes and tickling
her feet."
"NOOoo!" Maria screamed, sounding like she was dying.
"Beg us to make you cum," Laura ordered. "Beg us for sex."
"NO! I can't!"
"Then you'll be tickled to death," Kim told her, licking the sole of the poor
girl's foot.
"Please, no more! Sex me. Eat me. Finger me. Do whatever you want but don't
tickle me any more."
"Only if you keep begging," Debbie sadistically told the poor Catholic girl.
"Beg."
"Please sex... Make me come."
"If you don't want my tongue on your feet, where do you want it?" Kim asked,
swiping her tongue tip up Maria's right foot again.
"My nipples," Maria begged. "Lick my nipples. Suck 'em."
"I don't hear any begging," Debbie said, digging into a rib with her fingertips
so Maria screamed again.
"My other nipple. My breast. Please suck...oh, please! Lord, help me, please.
Suck it. Hold it. Squeeze. Touch me down there. Touch my... my pussy."
"You tops can trade off, take breaks, try out some of the rubber toys or
vibrators, or whatever. That's one of the perk's of being top," Wanda told them
when a couple of them seemed to be tiring. "Pull up a stool and get
comfortable."
"Don't let them come," Wanda warned. "Not yet, anyway. This is torture by
pleasure. Keep them both right on the edge but don't push them over until just
before we have to go. Good. That's it. Back off just a little and move around."
After an hour, both victims were bathed in sweat, pulling against their bonds
and begging for an orgasm, for relief of an impossible amount of tension that
had built up. But their tops backed off just before the victims exploded.
After almost two hours of erotic torture, Wanda went behind the frames and
tapped on a grease board on which she had written "10 minutes." She marked off
the minutes, counting down to what would be the most spectacular orgasm of
either of the victim's lives.
"Yes! Yess!" both were screaming as their friends concentrated on clits with
tongues, finally giving them relief.
Neither of the women could stand without help as they were released from their
bonds. And all of them had a new understanding of what BDSM could mean to their
lives.
Once Maria and Darlene had recovered a little, Wanda briefed them on the rest of
the afternoon's activities.
