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St. Belladonna’s School of BDSM Day 1

“Gina. Wake up.”

“I’m tired…” Gina said under her breath, trying to sleep in her bed. The curtains were drawn, and the bedroom dark. “Mom, go away. I don’t wanna go to school today.”

“But it’s your first day,” Riley replied to her daughter with her hands on her hips. “Your dad is paying a lot for your tuition. Remember, you said you wanted to go to this private school.”

“I know, but it’s so early!”

“Go get into the shower and get ready or you won’t have time for breakfast.” Riley sighed and then walked out of her daughter’s bedroom. She hoped Gina would be excited for today, but it didn’t turn out that way.

Gina opened her eyes to the bright sunlight from her bedroom window beside the bed. Awakening slowly, she realized what today actually was – day one of school.

“Oh shit,” Gina cursed, noticing the time. Hastily, she threw on the school’s signature black leather uniform, its sleek material fitting snugly against her skin. The scent of leather and polish filled the air as she adjusted the collar and smoothed any wrinkles. Gina felt a sense of pride in wearing the uniform, symbolizing her dedication to her education and the school’s strict standards. “I look like some sort of BDSM freak,” Gina said to herself as she stood in front of her bedroom mirror. “But… I wouldn’t know.” Gina kept her virginity for her future husband, careful to never masturbate or touch herself for pleasure. “God help me today,” she said to herself before leaving.

Gina walked to school, which was only a few minutes down her suburban street. She noticed many students gathered in front of the building, talking and chattering away. Each wore the same uniform—boys and girls alike.

As she approached, Gina saw a table with a woman in latex. “Welcome to school. I’m here to assign you your dorm room. What’s your name?”

Gina handed the woman her enrollment papers and ID. “Gina Smith.”

The woman looked over the papers and grabbed a binder off the table. She flipped through it for a moment before finding the right page. “Ah, here we go. You’ll be in Dorm E with another girl named…” She squinted her eyes a bit as if she needed glasses. “…M-a-x-i-e… Maxine?” The woman handed Gina a room key and a dorm map. “If you need anything else, just ask one of the teachers roaming the halls in their leather attire.”

Gina thanked the woman and made her way inside, admiring the sex-aesthetic architecture and BDSM-inspired furnishing. Each hallway featured a different position or sex act carved into the walls or statues along the way. Her heart raced with anticipation as she unlocked her dorm room and stepped inside.

The small dorm room held two single beds, each with the school crest on the comforter, a small closet, and a desk for both students. Gina was impressed by the size of the room—it was a bit larger than her old bedroom at home. She placed her backpack down and began unpacking her meager belongings. Her uniforms were neatly hung up, lined up by color like good little soldiers. Gina sighed, realizing how much her life was about to change.

“So this is my new home,” she said aloud.

“Are you talking to yourself?” Gina jolted at the sound of a voice behind her and turned around to see another girl wearing the same uniform as her. “Hi! I’m Maxine; I’m your roommate.” Maxine extended a hand out to shake.

“Oh, um, hi!” Gina said, shaking Maxine’s hand with a blush on her cheeks. “I’m Gina. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” Maxine said with a smile. “This place is so kinky, huh? I wonder if we’ll have any hot teachers?” She winked at Gina before setting her own bag down on her bed. “So, what are you here for? Taming your inner slut or too horny and need some control?”

Gina blushed even more and looked away. “Neither, really,” she mumbled as she unpacked her clothes. The truth was that she had been homeschooled all her life by conservative Christian parents who feared public schools would corrupt her innocence with secular values and premarital sex education. However, when Gina found out about this school nearby during one late night of research, she begged her parents to let her attend, promising to uphold their values and only focus on her studies. They reluctantly agreed on the condition that she attended Sunday school every weekend via Zoom. “I’m just here to learn,” Gina told them.

Maxine raised an eyebrow at Gina’s response but didn’t press further. “Well, if you change your mind, my roomie-o, feel free to ask me anything,” she said with a wink before unpacking her own things.

As they settled into their new space, students began to file into the school’s auditorium for the welcome assembly. The room buzzed with conversation as everyone took their seats according to their Year—freshmen in the back, Seniors in the front. The Principal, Mr. Huntington, dressed in a red leather suit, walked onto the stage, his presence demanding attention. He tapped his riding crop against his red leather boots once, and the room fell silent immediately.

“Welcome, new and returning students to St. Belladonna’s School for Advanced Sexual Education! We have quite an exciting year planned for you,” he purred, his voice sending shivers down Gina’s spine. “You’re all here because you either have a hunger for knowledge – *ahem* – or you need taming. Regardless of your reason, by the end of this year, I guarantee each and every one of you will be schooled in ways you never thought possible!”

The students eagerly took notes as Mr. Huntington discussed the various clubs and extracurricular activities available at St. Belladonna’s. Gina couldn’t believe how many options there were—from Cow Club to Kama Sutra Study Group, there seemed to be something for every interest and level of experience.

Maxine leaned over to Gina, a mischievous glint in her eye. “So, which one are you thinking of joining?” she whispered.

Gina blushed again, feeling slightly overwhelmed by all the choices. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “I think I need to do some more research before I decide.”

“Well, if you need any help with that research, let me know,” Maxine said with a wink.

As the orientation continued, Gina found herself becoming more and more intrigued by the idea of exploring her sexuality in a safe and educational environment like St. Belladonna’s. She had always been curious about different aspects of sex but had never felt comfortable exploring them on her own or talking to anyone about it.

After the orientation, the students were dismissed to their dorms for dinner and some free time before their first classes started. Gina and Maxine returned to their room to unpack some more and prepare for dinner.

“So, what do you want to do tonight?” Maxine asked as she brushed her long blonde hair in front of the mirror.

“I was thinking of checking out some of the clubs,” Gina replied hesitantly.

“Ooh girl, that is an excellent idea! Which ones?”

Gina hesitated before admitting quietly, “I’m interested in checking out the Drugs and Discipline Group.”

Maxine turned around with a gasp of excitement. “No way! That’s the same one I was thinking!” She took Gina’s hand and led her down the hallway toward the group. “I know just where to go!” She exclaimed happily.

Upon reaching the entrance to the gathering room, a man dressed in a suit and tie stood and accepted new students. He held his hand out as the girls approached. “Welcome. As for the first part of this experience, I require everyone to be in the same mental state.” He gave Maxine and Gina each a small pink pill and waited for them to swallow before granting entrance to the group. “Great, please enter and join us.”

Gina felt uncertain about taking the pill. She had thought this class would be against drugs – not for them.

Inside was a carpeted classroom with the chairs and tables folded and set aside. Female students sat near the circle’s center with a male student behind them. When Maxine sat, the door closed behind the man.

“My name is Henry Steeple,” the man said as he walked to the front of the classroom. I’m a Doctor and Professor. Today, we’re going to start simple. Over time, everyone here will learn how to not only Obey but also Listen and Command. The males will go first, then the females.”

Henry walked about, gauging the student’s reactions. “Good. Now, would the guys in the room please stand then command your female companions to do the same?”

All the males circling the girls stood simultaneously. Then, one by one, they commanded their dominated partners to stand.

“You must be firm.” Henry touched his chin before continuing, “And make it feel like a demand, rather than a question.”

“Stand!” Gina’s partner demanded harshly.

Henry walked to Gina. “You are stunningly beautiful, do you know that?”

Caught off guard, Gina didn’t know how to respond. She nodded questioningly with her eyes wide.

The crop smacked against Gina’s leather shoes. “I found your weak point—you like to be complimented. Is that right?”

“I- I-” Gina stammered. She loved the feeling rising in her chest. It felt as if she were about to explode into orgasm right then and there. Was she a sick fuck for enjoying the sense of somebody else taking control of her life?

“You both are doing very well,” Henry said as he pulled out his cock from between the soft leather lips between his legs. He looked down at the sexy teen and took hold of her head, motioning it to the tip of his girthy, flaccid cock. “Suck my dick hard,” he commanded.

Gina’s deep blue eyes widened in surprise, but she noticed her body responding. As she looked around, she saw the room shimmering with colors from the drugs. Smiling to herself, she took hold of the Professor’s dick and tugged on the base.

“Use your other hand and massage my balls,” Henry said firmly. He looked around the room at the students. Several appeared shocked, and others were practicing the same skills on each other. “Women, remember your role is to Listen and follow Commands.”

Gina’s hands worked Henry’s cock while her tongue curled around the tip, massaging him harder. She gagged as his cock hit the back of her throat, but she could also hear his grunts of pleasure. Suddenly Gina gasped, taking his dick further until it lodged the fat tip in her throat. At that exact moment, she felt something unclasp and expose her vagina and ass. Gina immediately smacks against her ass and pussy at the same time.

The lash in Henry’s hand came down again and again on Gina, hitting her between her cunt lips and her asscheeks. He enjoyed the feeling of someone choking on his cock. The sounds, the sensations… everything. “Open your throat and lean forward,” Henry told Gina. He watched as she did as he commanded. “There we go,” he said as he felt his dick lengthen down her neck even further. Seeing her throat bulge made his cock tighten in response.

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