The Dark Teacher

I was frolicking in Aff.com when I fell upon you. Sir had just released me and so I was searching again, never knowing though, or understanding, what it was that I sought. I was in limbo, my thoughts invaded by dark visions, of where I should be and I how I must achieve this. That evening I decided that who ever came to chat to me, I would ask the questions
that were burning inside me. I would look for the answers, knowing that whatever those answers were that I was already lost, I had already started on my journey. There was no going back. Your name appeared upon the screen before me and nervously I responded. I tried to deny my damp arousal, I was here purely to seek answers, but as we chatted my moistness grew and
that familiar tightening in my tummy, pulled at my cunt and seemed to beg for release, for fulfillment, for fullness.

As I chattered away to you, my words flying from the keyboard, you began to take control, telling me it was cool and not to be nervous. You suggested we speak on messenger and in a moment we were there together and I saw your picture, standing by your desk, your dark sensuality, mesmerizing, drawing me inexplicably and inevitably towards you. This was so different from what I had experienced before. My instincts told me that I was in the presence of a true Master and even though our banter was warm and friendly the undertones of control were apparent in the words you used and the speed with which my concerns were diminished as I let you pull
the strings, gently leading me down that mysterious and sensuous path.

You asked me questions then about my sexuality. Like a doctor at a first consultation, clinical, observant you probed my mind and, before I could stop myself, I had confessed my enforced celibacy, my masturbatory habits, my deep feelings about the lifestyle. I opened myself to you, trustingly, and I gave myself to you as surely as a virgin on her wedding
night. When I had finished answering your questions, you asked me to put on my webcam and you told me I was beautiful. My eyes were lowered, I couldn’t bring myself to look at you. I felt that you would see through my eyes and into my soul and I was very frightened. But you quietly insisted and for a brief moment I let you look into my eyes, knowing that, reflected in them, were my desire and extreme arousal. My heart was beating heavily in by breast, my breathing
becoming faster and the contractions in my cunt more urgent. You asked me if I was wearing panties and when I answered yes you told me to remove them. So I did. In the privacy of
the bathroom I slipped them down over my hips and thighs and returned to you. I felt liberated, sensual, wet and hot. No one had ever aroused feelings of such intensity within me before. I spread my legs as you commanded and showed you the panties I had removed. You told me to stand and show you my naked cunt. But I failed you, begging you not to make me do this the first time! And you were kind to me, excusing my reticence but reminding me that I had learn to obey your requests immediately and without question! So you asked me again, and I stood slowly drawing my skirt up my thighs prepared to endure the humiliation that was so strangely
exciting me. But I just couldn’t do it! I begged your fogiveness and clicked off the cam. I had begun to cry, hot tears spilling onto the keyboard, my shoulders shuddering as little painful
sobs escaped from my throat. In my tears were the long years of repression and now the final release, the acceptance of my self and my dark passionate desires. I wanted to give
myself to you completely. To relinquish my control to you. No more decisions, no more mistakes I had found you, my Master and, in truth, I exalted!

I calmed myself and clicked you back onto the screen. You spoke to me then of orgasm denial and control. I sat quietly reading your words and all the time my arousal grew. Desperate now for release I squirmed upon my chair, the wetness between my legs threatening to dampen the cushion beneath me. You told me about a test that you expected new subs to take. I had no idea what you were talking about, the very mystery of it exciting me even more! I could not refuse you or even deny myself the experience you offered me. Casting all caution aside I typed my phone numbers quickly on to the screen.

At precisely 10pm you called. I took your call outside under the African night sky. I whispered a tremulous “hello”. You must have felt my fear; my trepidition. Your voice, dark, deep, commanding implied a certain sensuality that had been hinted at only a short while before. We made small
talk, your voice lulling me into an accepting quietness, a gentle relaxation and I thought maybe you weren’t going to give me the test tonight. I was embarrassed, unsure of myself and was ready to say goodnight when your voice became more commanding, more compelling. You told me about the protocols demanded from a slave. You asked me if I was prepared to observe the rules and I whispered breathlessly “yes.”

“Yes what?” you asked me sternly.

I responded quickly and as naturally as breathing “Yes Master!”

“Excellent!” you said, as a teacher to a pupil, as a father to an errant daughter, and, as your commendation cloaked me in pride I thought, as Master to a slave!

The test was, as you warned, very hard. You told me to masturbate for 10 minutes, hard and fast, but I was not to cum. If I came I was to say loudly and clearly that I was cumming for my Master
and I must ask your permission to cum. You asked me, on a scale of 1 to 10 how aroused I was and I gasped an inaudible 9! You ordered me to spread my legs and, in the momentary silence
that followed, I became totally overwhelmed at my high state of excitement. I was sure I would cum as soon as I touched myself! I bit my lip hoping to distract myself, my heart was beating hard and my breathing came in shorts gasps as finally you told me to begin. At that moment you were the center of my existence. Like a child eager to please I followed your instructions to the letter. My fingers found the spot and I shuddered as they slid over the wet slipperiness. You reminded me firmly to masturbate hard and fast, you counted off the minutes, whispering in my ear that my pleasure would come from pleasing you. I rubbed that sensitive spot the tingling sensation rising with in me, my cunt contracting, squeezing tight the imagined cock deep inside. I clasped
the phone firmly to my ear knowing you could hear my animal, passionate sounds. My climax was fast approaching, the mountain looming ever closer. My sighs became guttural grunts I was lost in the intense sensations that your voice and my probing fingers roused in me. Forgetting what you
had taught me I called out to you that I was cumming! In that instant I remembered the protocol as, breathlessly and tearfully, I begged your permission to cum. My nipples had hardened, pushing against the thin fabric of my blouse, my legs began to stiffen and I held my breath my cunt contracting and throbbing as the exquisite sensation washed over me, filling me, satisfying me, honouring – you! As the waves rippled through my body my emotions got the better of me
and I sobbed into the phone, into your ear, thanking you, loving you, never wanting this to end. But it did and you said I had done very well. And I had never felt happier! You told me I could masturbate the next day but I was not to cum. Goodnight, enjoy your evening, you said and you were gone the phone empty – dead, and I, weeping in the dark night, wanting you, needing you and knowing I had found what I was so earnestly seeking, my true Master!

I slept well that night. The next morning, in the quiet of my room, I masturbated as you instructed. The orgasm rose in me but, remembering your words, I let it subside and went to the bathroom to observe your protocol. I perched my bottom on the toilet seat, spread my legs, and saw my cunt reflected in the mirror opposite me. For many years I had avoided looking at myself this way but now, wantonly, my fingers pulled apart my cunt lips and I peered closely at the source of my
pleasure. Nestling in the dark hair, glistening and pink, my cunt wet from my earlier manipulations, my clitoris hard and yearning to be touched, my finger sank into my depths and I pulled it out sucking and tasting the juices from it. The soap was in my hands, the lather increasing as I worked feverishly applying it to my cunt lips. The razor in my hand slipped easily over the lathered area, I was soon in deep concentration as I wriggled and turned cutting away the coarse hair in the crevices and dark places. I shaved once, twice, three times, eager to be done with the symbol of my sterile life. I wanted to be rid of every single hair, to be cleansed, to start again, to be reborn into that life that I know now, I have always craved. The ritual complete, I stood and surveyed my work. Divest of the wiry curls my cunt looked as innocent as a childs. Just a slit seemed to cover the inner lips. My hands slid across my pubes, silky, smooth so very soft. I felt truly naked, vulnerable and aroused! And so I masturbated again this time watching intently in the mirror as my finger glided over the soft folds of skin and disappeared within that inviting slit,
seeking the growing hardness of my clit reacting now to my exploring fingers. I reached that point of no return and could hardly stop myself, but in my mind I heard you calling me, telling me to stop, and so I snatched my fingers away, clamped my legs tightly together, and waited, breathing
deeply, for the intenseness to leave me.

Every minute of that passing day was marked by my increasing arousal. My cunt lips were swollen, engorged, yearning for the relief of orgasm. The very thought of you increased my arousal and that familiar sensation…of pre cum..stayed with me. I was sure, just to see your name, would be enough to bring me to a shattering climax! I couldn’t take it any more so I text messaged you and begged to be allowed to cum. Your response was quick and decisive! No you may not! Your
reply screamed at me from the little screen on my cell phone. I thought to ignore you and kill the growing frustration within me, but I dared not! Whatever control you had over me, intangible though it was, had me firmly in its tenacious grip. I could not cum, even if I wanted to! The power of your words and will, were far greater than my needs. And so I waited for you to come online, longing to be with you, needing youso badly, desiring you!

Then you were there! That single abbreviation “D”, signifying your presence flashed on the screen. My self denial now culminated in intense arousal! Just that single letter had my mind reeling and my body screaming out for the release you would give me. I greeted you with your deserved honorific.

“Hello Master.” I typed.

The title tripped easily and comfortablyfrom my tongue and I welcomed your belittling response
of “slave”. I told you about my day of self denial and how ready I was for the next part of the test. I longed for you to phone me immediately, but you tarried a while asking me if I had observed the protocols. I told you that I had observed most of them. I had no panties on and I had shaved.

“Show me!” you said curtly.

 I begged you again not to push me too far too soon. I could feel your insistence and your growing anger at my excuses. I tried – truly I did – I stood before you and lifted my skirt, my eyes tight closed not wanting to see my own imagined ugliness! Then the tears were pricking
my eyes, my bottom lip trembling, vulnerable, child-like I wanted to run away. I clicked you off, signed off the net and sat here in the dark not understanding my own discomfort about exposing to you what, in essence, was yours. I had made a commitment to you, to follow, to obey, to learn but at the first hurdle I had faltered. I was ashamed. I needed to feel warmth, pleasure. I needed release! My hand under my skirt felt my wetness. I imagined your voice commanding me to masturbate. I rubbed, twisted, pulled, the heat rising in me, my dampness increasing and I wanted to hear your voice permitting me to cum! My orgasm was there, teetering on the edge, my breathing hard and desperate, the tears running in great rivers down my cheek, and I tried hard not to make a sound.

My phone beeped. Even before I looked I knew it was you. The message was short and simple. “I will call you in 5!” And so you did. I put the phone through the window and sat on the damp grass. My nipples were hard, the anticipation of hearing your voice had me shaking with longing. I was bad and I knew you would berate me. I had disobeyed you and I expected you to punish me! I thought of not answering your call, but I was compelled to. You chastised me with harsh words. You told me I wasn’t a child – I was a mature slave – I was a slut! You reminded me that all I had to do was to obey! Then you told me what my punishment would be. I had to masturbate on the
webcam for you. I was terrified! And in my abject terror my arousal grew until I thought I would surely explode!

“Get on your knees!” your order was brusque and undeniable!

To disobey was unthinkable.

Once on my knees you instructed me to spread them apart – it was uncomfortable but I dared not complain! So I knelt there, my feet tucked under my bottom, my knees apart, my skirt carelessly tucked around my waist, my cunt exposed to the cold night air and my juices flowing. My nipples, erect now, screamed out for attention and I touched them briefly and luxuriated in their hardness. You told me to masturbate for 10 minutes – hard and fast – the same rules applying. In my willfulness I begged you for five minutes I explained my state of arousal and I knew that one touch from my fingers would put me over the edge and beyond! I tried hard, I did as you commanded, your firm voice reading off the minutes until I could bear it no more and begged your permission to cum! But you refused me! My fingers, clenched now into tense balls, my finger nails cutting in to my palms, I trembled with desire. It seemed that my very cunt was being sucked deep within me as my pre orgasmic contractions, wracking my body, screamed out their anger at the abrupt ceasation of my manipulations! I had stopped the rising sensations just in time and I sat, bereft upon the grass, tears of frustration coursing down
my cheeks, little sobs escaping from my throat as I imploredyou again to release me!

You told me then to be calm, to relax. My heartbeat subsided, my breathing became less tortured and I sat, teeth biting my bottom lip, and listened carefully to your instructions. You asked me if I was a masochist, did I desire and welcome pain. The very mention of the word had me quivering and I could give you no more coherent response than a strangled “yes”! Ah you said, to your self rather than to me, we will need a sadist! You must have heard me gasp at the mention of that very idea, but you gave me no pause for breath and lead me immediately down another strange and unfamiliar path. Again you ordered me to spread my knees apart, and, with the wetness dripping copiously from me, you told me to hit my clit precisely ten times. With each stinging slap
I was to call out the number. I felt vaguely humiliated, but the intense pleasure I gained far out weighed the humiliation.

So I sat there, in the dark, listened to your breathing and systematically slapped those moist and secret parts of me. You enquired, afterwards, whether I enjoyed it and I gasped that I had but that I would rather you had done it instead. I would have hit you much harder was your cruel
response and again I found myself deeply and intensly aroused. Again your departure was abrupt as though staying longer would be some admission to yourself at your growing pleasurein me.

It had been three days since we first met and already I was held in your thrall. My emotions were mixed, sometimes violently opposed to the training and other times longing for your appearance on the small screen. I was living my dream and it showed in my state of permanent, tingling arousal. The sweet ache in my loins seemed to herald spontaneous orgasm and throughout the long hours of your painful absence, my mind wandered, forming again those outrageous fantasies
that I had always believed would remain just that – fantasy. So eager to please you I did as you asked and masturbated bringing myself to the edge again and again, nearer and nearer each time, but not letting go, only to stay teetering, dizzily, on the pinnacle, gasping and groaning and longing for you. It was two days before I saw you again. By then my state of arousal matched my state of frustration! I wanted to see your name on the screen, drink in your words, hear your dark voice and do anything for you just to permit me to cum!

Another part of my training began. You spoke to me knowledgably about labial piercing. You told me that you were a practitioner of the art and I would be required to receive your piercings
and your symbols of ownership – three stainless steel rings etched with your initials – one in each labia and one in my clitoral hood. You said you would do it yourself using strict antiseptic techniques and you asked me if I was afraid of this procedure.

My mind wandered again as I imagined lying in your white room, my legs in stirrups, firmly restrained, as you pulled on latex gloves and delved between my legs examining that intimate part of me! Pulling my labia hard, lifting my hood and fleetingly touching my clit. I imagined my bottom squirming on the couch beneath me, and you telling me, firmly, not to be a baby, to keep still, or you would restrain me even more tightly! You sat on a small stool between my open thighs, and like a doctor, you pulled the paper mask over your mouth and nose, the flimsy material moving in and out with your every breath. Your eyes above the mask, dark, sinister, frightening peering intently at my cunt and occasionally looking at me trying to gauge my reactions. Reaching beside you, you pulled a small metal trolley closer. I could hear you moving the steel instruments from one receiving bowl to the other, the glug glug of fluid being poured and the tearing of some paper package and I was wet with fear and anticipation! Lifting my head, I saw the cold forceps in your hand. grasping a cotton wool ball. You dipped it in the fluid and I jumped as you wiped it around my cunt. A warning glance from you had me stuttering my apologies, and, as you continued the cleansing ritual, I was prodded and poked, no crack of crevice escaped your ministrations! But I cried out as the long forceps, and the soaking ball of cotton wool sank into my
anus! Inside and out you cleaned, stopping every now and then to change the soiled wool as I sobbed quietly my indignation!

I was truly afraid now, that same tingling fear that set every nerve in my body on edge, that seemed so oddly arousing and welcome in its growing intensity. I wanted you to stop
now, it no longer seemed like such a good idea, so I begged you, in short stuccatto gasps, to please stop! A sharp, painful smack on my bottom, quickly silenced me. In deep threatening tones you reminded me that I was a grown woman and to stop behaving like a spoiled brat! More gently, you said it would be over very quickly, that I was to take deep even breaths, and relax! My teeth were chattering, my heart beating wildly and try as I might I could not release the
tension traveling up my legs and through my body.

The cleansing ritual complete, you pulled the Velcro fastners on my ankles tighter. Instinctively I pulled against the restraint, and another smack on my bottom drew a pained sob from my throat! I begged again for you to stop, that I had changed my mind, that I wanted to go home! Ignoring my childish pleas, you continued applying the restraints. Until now my arms had been free but now you firmly instructed me to place them under my bottom and no sooner than I had placed them there, you tied more restraints around my breasts, tummy and hips. I was securely tied, couldn’t move an inch, my breasts heaved and shuddered with my wet sobs and you asked me if I was going to continue with these silly noises. I couldn’t answer, choked as I was with fear and tears, and as you moved toward the head of the couch my head involuntarily shook from side to side in a silent and terrified; no!  I could see the strange gag in your hand and understood immediately
what you were going to do. Your hand grasped my chin as you told me to open wide. Instinctively my teeth clamped shut! I did not want that thing in my mouth! You were angry with me, exasperated and you whispered in my ear that when you had done with the procedure I would be severely punished! Again you told me to open wide but my mouth remained stubbornly closed. You placed the gag by my head where I could clearly see the horrid thing. I could smell its rubberiness! And I could feel the wetness dripping from between my thighs! In that instant your rubber clad fingers had pinched my nose! Open, you kept saying. I couldn’t breath, my chest
felt gripped by a vice. I was drowning! My lungs bursting for want of one single breath! Yet still I wouldn’t open! Suddenly a pain shot through my body as you cruelly squeezed my nipple. My mouth opened in a scream and in that moment you thrust the gag, its breathing tube almost touching the back of my throat, firmly into my mouth! I could feeland taste the rubber tube, and the shield that formed a seal about my mouth. My tongue was strongly depressed and felt
I was going to vomit! I started to hyperventilate, the air whistling through the narrow breathing tube. You stroked my hair and urged me to relax, promising me that I would not die – I just had to breath slowly and deeply. I had no choice and in a few moments I found myself breathing calmy, adapting to the strange invasion of my mouth as my eyes followed you and you took up again, your position on the stool between my legs.

Suddenly you slipped two lubricated fingers into my cunt. Your hand was on my tummy, pressing down hard, and I groaned behind my gag as I felt an overwhelming urge to pee. You told
me my bladder was full, and you asked me if I had ever been catheterised before. Again my head shook from side to side silently protesting my objections to your obvious intentions! My neck was aching from the strain of trying to see what you were doing and so eventually, realizing the futility of it all, I lay back on the pillow and stared unseeing at the bright lights above my head.

I could hear you tearing open a packet. You told me that I would feel a burning sensation and a little pain, but once it was in place I would hardly feel it. I felt your fingers prising apart my labial lips and a strange probing as the tip of the catheter found that tiny hole. It did burn, and
it hurt! Much more than you had promised and, as the tears ran down my face, little grunts escaped from the back of my throat. I felt you taping the tube to my thigh and I expected
to feel relief as my bladder emptied, but I was sorely disappointed as told me you would finish your work first and, if I was a very good girl, you would release the spigot when you had
done! So I lay there, tightly restrained, gagged and my bladder painfully full sending violent contractions coursing through my body!

Your fingers began to pull my clitoral hood, releasing it from it’s protection of my clitoris, which now leaped to attention at the exposure of it to the cool air of the room. I squeezed my eyes tightly closed and waited for the sharp pain of the needle. The forceps suddenly clamped that sensitive
skin and I felt the painful sensation of you pulling the flesh taut. You looked up at me and said I would feel a sharp stab and it would be over. Before the words were out of you mouth the needle slipped into me! The stinging sensation was accompanied by a slight popping sound as it pierced
me, and your fingers worked quickly to slip in the ring. I heard it click into place and then the forceps were grasping my labia and again the sharp stinging and popping sound as that piercing too was completed. In a few moments it was all over. My cunt felt quite numb but the stirrings in my clit were unmistakable! I was aroused I could feel the band of cold metal pressing against my clit. You asked me to listen carefully, you were going to put something against my clit and you would count down from 10. When you reached number one – I was to cum.

I didn’t see the vibrator but felt its tingling vibrations. My cunt was flooding and contracting. Every muscle in my body tensing as the sensations flooded through me! When you reached number four, I felt your slippery finger sliding into my arse delving deep, holding there. As you uttered
three, I was pulling against my bonds, my breath whistling through the gag, my thigh muscles twitching, my face flushed, heart thudding hard. At number one you simply said cum. And I did. I wanted to scream out my pleasure, the waves wracking my body, painful in their intensity! As I climaxed you released the spigot and the hot fluid gushed from me increasing my orgasmic pleasure tenfold! I lay there, on the hot damp sheet as you gently pulled the catheter from me. You moved my gag and leaned over and kissed my sore mouth. You assured me that in a couple of days I would be fine and you would continue your training of me. In the meantime you untied my bonds, helped me from the couch, and took me to a pretty pink bedroom,
where you tucked me in and I slept.


Your voice on the phone spoke urgently asking me if I had heard anything you had said! You repeated your question. Was I afraid of accepting your piercings? I told you I was not and I would be privileged to accept whatever you deemednecessary. Before you put the phone down you instructed me to secure the services of a professional Dom. As part of my training you required me to undergo a few sessions so I would know what to expect when we inevitably met. You said when I had found someone suitable that you would contact him to tell him about me and explain your requirements.

Goodnight, you said curtly, have a good evening, and then you were gone and I was left, hot and wet with anticipation for the next part of my sensuous journey.