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St. Belladonna’s School of BDSM Day 2 – Story Excerpt
“Good morning!” Maxine chirped excitedly. She saw her best friend running across the street towards the school. “I had no idea you lived so close!”
Gina approached—she was a beautiful young woman. Even though she had only just turned eighteen, she still enjoyed flaunting her body. In the warm sun, her tanned skin seemed flawless. Her black leather outfit with seams, straps, and connections was stunning. “There we go,” Gina giggled as she rushed up to her friend. I’m stoked for today. What about you?”
“Totally!” Maxine replied, “We’re going to turn some men into our bitches!” She kick-footed her leg into the air as if attacking an invisible man.
“You’re so silly. Come on- we only have a few minutes to get to class.” Gina jogged up to the school with her bisexual blonde friend.
Inside the school, the air was damp and cold. The warmth from outside was gone as soon as they set foot inside the dungeon portion of St. Belladonna’s School of BDSM. Gina tried not to shiver as they made their way down the winding stone stairs, lit by flickering torches, to their classroom. The large oak door was hatched with iron banding; two naked men on each side, their flaccid cocks dangling between their legs.
“Ladies, welcome to class,” their Professor greeted them. He wore a red leather outfit with various straps and clasps. His voice boomed down the large, cavernous room. “Today, you’re going to learn how to break a man’s will,” He laughed, “My name is Master Mullion. And before you ask, yes, I am French! And, I do have a French accent!”
Unlike yesterday, where the submissives were taught in an open room, the tables had turned. Gina and her classmates were fully clothed in stunning leather, lace, and latex. Their partners, however—the same ones from yesterday, were naked. Each student was bound to a Saint Andrew’s cross with leather cuffs at their wrists and ankles—spread eagle like a starfish. Gina’s heart raced as she eyed her prey for the day: a muscular, tall white guy she had seen using full force against another female student yesterday.
“Men, please await orders from your Mistresses,” Master Mullion said above the quiet room’s silence. Females, stand behind your companions and, as we performed yesterday, bend them to your will. Remember, the submissive should always do what they are told… but don’t be stupid. Never be stupid.” He waved his hand in the air and walked around the basement, “Good, good positioning. Now, please start our group’s class.”
Gina nodded and turned to her male counterpart. Looking at his face level with hers, she walked around the cross, which was not against a wall. Along the walls were hundreds upon thousands of different sex toys. It was a museum of pleasure with all varieties one could possibly imagine. “Wow,” Gina gasped as she picked up a fake vagina with a translucent interior and some lube. “This is going to be fun.” Glancing over at his somewhat lengthy dick, she gauged it to be around nine, maybe ten inches.
“I’m Timothy,” the male said as he looked up at Gina. He did not appear to be happy about the situation. “Please don’t be too hard…” he trailed with no enthusiasm whatsoever.
Ignoring his comment, Gina smirked. “Let’s put you in your place, shall we?” She grabbed one of the stringed anal beads, lubed them up, and then, with no warning, shoved them into his anus. Timothy grunted in pain. “Shut up,” Gina said coldly. Timothy gulped and remained silent.
“Now, I want you to thank me for stretching you out,” she said seductively as she massaged his balls. Slowly, she began to work her middle and index fingers around his puckered opening, massaging him until he started to moan slightly.
Timothy groaned between clenched teeth, “Thank you Mistress…” he managed to choke out. “For stretching me out.”
Gina smiled, “That’s better.” She continued to work her fingers in and out of his anus while the rest of the class started to get louder around them. Eventually, she removed her fingers and grabbed a small paddle. She smacked it against her palm before landing a stinging blow across one of his cheeks. “Ouch!” he yelled out.
“Oh, are we already having trouble with authority?” she cooed in his ear before spanking him again, this time harder.
“No, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress,” he stuttered as she continued to rain slaps down on his backside. Each one stinging more than the last until he was gritting his teeth and squirming against the leather cuffs restraining him in place.
Finally, Gina put down the paddle and grabbed a riding crop instead. Running it along his groin, she traced designs with its leather tip before striking him hard enough to leave a welt in its wake. “Ow!” he yelped but didn’t move from his position.
“Good boy,” she purred before doing it again. Picking up a fake pussy toy, Gina placed Timothy’s dick at the tip. She put some lube into the pussy opening, then slid it onto his cock, slowly. “I bet this feels pretty good, doesn’t it?”
Timothy nodded, his head hardly capable of moving. “Please don’t stop, please…” the soft, slippery cunt wrapped around his tick felt much better than the spankings or anal beads still in his ass. Grunting as the toy went further until it was flush against his balls. Timothy could feel his body heating with excitement, watching Gina having her way with his dick. It wasn’t like him to enjoy relinquishing control.
Gina giggled with happiness as she gleefully jerked Timothy off with the toy. She watched as his tip bulged and his shaft stiffened. Only yesterday did Gina lose her virginity, so this was her first time having the chance to play with a real-life cock. Running her fingers around his mushroom tip, she took in his fully erect manhood. The feel of it in her hands sent shivers down her spine. She could only imagine how good it would feel inside her. Jerking him off faster and faster, Gina leaned forward to lick the head of his cock. Timothy moaned, his head thrown back with ecstasy written across his face.
“Mistress… Mistress… I.. I’m about to cum!” he panted, his hips bucking against her hand and the fake pussy she was using as leverage for him to fuck himself into.
Gina giggled again before pulling away. “Oh no, you don’t cum until I say you cum,” she said before spanking his crotch one last time, causing him to yelp but not lose his erection.
“No fair!” he growled at her through gritted teeth. “Why can’t I cum?”
“Because I haven’t made you yet,” Gina purred as she walked to Timothy’s front. She took hold of his dick with one hand and guided the throbbing shaft to her pussy. Eyes rolling into the back of her head in pleasure, Gina hadn’t realized how hot dominating this guy had made her. Reaching between her legs, she ran circles around her clitoris as Tim went further inside. “Christ,” Gina gasped, stretching to accommodate him. Pushing back with her hips, she took him further and further until her body was flush against his. “My god.”
Timothy tugged against the restraints but couldn’t move, not that he wanted to. The warmth of Gina’s pussy engulfed his cock and eagerly disappeared his entirety into her body. Her tightness massaged the base of his cock, and the heat of her core brought him to the edge of orgasm. As desperate as he wanted to cum, he tried to withhold his release.
“Don’t you dare cum yet,” Gina commanded. Her body jerked against his and shook the St. Andrew’s Cross with heavy thrusts. Feeling his dick tighten inside her vagina, she wondered if the guy would cum inside or if she could get him to wait. Pulling off his cock, Gina looked down at his cock and watched his hardness slowly sag. “Oh, I’m so sorry about that. Were you about to cum?”
“Oh, please Mistress. Please let me cum inside you,” Timothy begged.
Gina stood in front of the cross and played with Tim’s dick with her leather crop. She ran the leather around his tip and down the length to his ballsack. Then, suddenly she smacked his ass once, twice, three times. “Maybe you enjoy this activity more?”
Timothy shook his head, “I much prefer you on my cock.” He chuckled, “Fuck me.”
“That’s not how it works,” Gina replied with a little smirk. She flipped her lengthy brown hair and laughed. Suddenly, she stopped and became firm, “I’m the one in control.” Wrapping her fingers around his flaccid, pre-cum dripping cock, she began to tug. With her other hand, she pushed the second anal bead inside his ass. Seeing his wincing reaction, Gina nodded, “That’s only two beads… there are several more. Bigger ones, too.”
Eyes wide, Timothy shook his head, “I- I- I don’t know if those will fit.”
Gina slid the fake cunt into position on his dick and tightened the attached straps around his back. Turning on the vibrators inside the cock sleeve, she could immediately tell Timothy went into a state of ecstasy. “You can cum if you want… but if you do, I won’t be taking that thing off for some time.”
Timothy gritted his teeth, “N-no. I-I’ll wait.”
“I know you can last,” Gina purred as she started to work her way down his chest with light touches from her nails. “Just imagine how good it will feel when I let you cum.” She teased his nipples by flicking them with her nails, and once she reached his eight-inch cock, she wrapped her warm mouth around the tip. Swirling her tongue around the head, she took him into her mouth and noticed his hardly audible moans of pleasure. Masturbating him with the toy and sucking on the tip, Gina felt her wet pussy begging for more.
Turning around, Gina slid her pussy onto his cock. She felt him inside, tight. The length of his dick stretched her deep, and Gina felt like she couldn’t get enough. Pushing against his groin in a doggystle position, she could feel him rock hard, veins pulsing against her walls. The sensation of his meat in her cunt brought a satisfaction Gina hadn’t felt like this until yesterday when the Professor took her virginity. Shuddering at the humiliation but excited at how quickly she overcame the fear, she held her ass immobile and simply embraced her fellow student’s dick.
“Please… fuck me,” Timothy whispered. He knew he shouldn’t be the one commanding, but it was difficult for him. Gina was stunningly gorgeous to him, and everything about her body seemed to complement each other, making her his primary focus, even above his studies. Seeing her beautiful teenage body, Timothy remained hard inside Gina. He wished he could only touch her breasts, and they looked perfect from where he held fast to the cross. “I’m sorry, I won’t-“
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