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English 101 Ch. 02

By: komrad1156



Nancy "Karen" Lyman was the first woman I ever fucked. I'd had sex with several other girls, but never with someone older than me—and married. Since seducing me—well, actually I seduced her with a ten-page paper she'd assigned me on the person I'd most like to meet—we'd managed to get together for she liked to call "rough sex" about twice a month. Her husband, a successful architect, traveled a lot and whenever he was out of town, Karen would use our code to signal me what day and time to meet her at her home.

Although I'd never even heard of "rough sex" before, the concept intrigued me and I found myself looking forward to the lovemaking session that were more like bouts of legalized torture as Mrs. Lyman begged me to choke, spank, and humiliate her verbally. After our last meeting, I decided to educate myself on the topic and found myself in the seediest part of Seattle's Capitol Hill district in an adult bookstore. Since this was before the days of the internet, it was as simple as "Googling" a subject and finding endless information complete with photos and videos to explain it from soup to nuts.

After wandering through the endless maze of video cassettes, dildos, and other sex toys, the first book I saw caught my attention. On the cover was a man holding a leather leash in his hand which was attached to the ring on a beautiful woman's collar. Her hands were tied behind her back and she was on her knees looking up at the man whose back was turned toward me. The title was "The Joys of Domination and Submission" and was in a section entitled "BDSM." I'd never heard that acronym either, but as I reached for the book I determined to find out not only what it meant, but to learn everything I could about this strangely erotic new topic.

As most anyone would do, I flipped immediately to the photo section in the middle where some 30 black and white pictures told me as much as the rest of the book was. I was enthralled as I watched the man on the front cover take this woman from what I learned was called a "vanilla" lifestyle into the world of Bondage, Discipline, Sadism, and Masochism. I learned within minutes that was a "top", someone who preferred to dominate and control the relationship as opposed to a submissive "bottom." I felt a wave of panic as I wondered if Karen might actually be a top, as well. I was relieved to learn some people were "switches" and could be comfortable role playing either side. I also knew instinctively that could never be me. The thought of a woman telling me what to do was unthinkable while the power of controlling her was alluring beyond words.

My cock was rock hard as I quietly paid for the book and went outside to my car where I began reading in earnest. I was taken by all of the possibilities that existed for any two (or more) people willing to engage in this kind of lifestyle. At this point, the concept of "ownership" interested me most. I found myself flipping through pages to find out all I could about how to initiate a master/slave relationship and actually came in my jeans when I read about collaring a slave. I was so caught up in what I was reading that I was unaware of anyone or anything around me as I sheepishly reached for some Kleenex tissues to clean up my mess.

Cumming broke the spell long enough for me to drive back home and recharge my batteries in time to do some reading. I decided I could learn the details as I went along knowing all I needed to do was listen to myself to find out where I wanted this to take me. I didn't have to understand everything today or even this month. I just needed to know what I wanted to do next. I did...

I made the decision to first of all take control of the relationship. As with the original assignment, the worst that could happen is being told, "I can't take those kinds of risks. I have to know he'll be out of town and that it's safe." That wasn't good enough for me anymore and if I couldn't make Karen my slave, I'd find a woman I could. I had no doubt about my ability to attract girls or women and I was determined to have my own slave at some point in the near future. With that in mind, I left the house again to find the perfect collars with which to bind my property.

I drove all the way back into Seattle to find a suitable first collar and leash at the same store where I'd bought the book. I settled on one that was two inches wide with a series of silver spikes and a large D-ring for attaching her leash. I also knew that for her to be collared 24-7, I'd have to have collars she could wear to work and that meant a stop at the mall to find a handful of chokers that I liked and that could serve as public substitutes for her real leather collar. While I was there, I took notice of several things that made my steel shaft turn into titanium. The most interesting was a leather hood that zipped in the back. I also saw a bustier and hand restraints. "Shit," I said half out loud, "I'm gonna have to pick up some extra hours to pay for all this." Smiling, I knew the overtime would be well worth it.

I found a large selection of chokers at Nordstroms and picked up seven of them—one for each day of the week. I picked out a black one with a black and white cameo with a dog's face on it, a plain dark red one, one that was cream colored and made of silk, along with one that was white with a black pearl mounted on a white background, a powder-blue style with a teardrop pearl, and two others to round out my selection. As I walked through the parking lot toward my car I began to see every attractive woman dressed in leather and wearing my collar. I nearly came again as I slid into the front seat and tossed the plastic shopping bag into the front seat. While I still preferred knit tops and form-fitting sweaters, I knew that all the slaves I'd seen in the book wore leather. Still, I knew that as long as I was her master, she'd wear what I wanted and when I wanted it. Satisfied with the first part of my plan, I headed back home to put phase 2 into action.

School now presented unique challenges. Pretending not to notice the woman I was fucking was an incredibly difficult feat to accomplish. I knew it was equally hard for Karen because she had the added pressures of job loss, divorce, and public humiliation. I smiled as I thought of her secretly getting turned on by the humiliation! I decided that morning I would take charge of the relationship and at the end of English class I waited until everyone left before casually handing Karen a slip of paper that said only "M7p here." That meant tonight in this room at 7pm. It would be dark and the custodians would be finished with their work leaving us alone and giving me time to establish my dominance in this once co-equal relationship.

I returned to campus around 6:50pm and noticed Karen's car still parked where I'd seen it at 2:45 when I left school. I walked past the gym and down the breezeway to her room which faced the athletic field. I saw the lights still on and Karen at her desk grading papers.

"Hi, handsome," she said. "Do you know how crazy dangerous this is? I thought I made it clear that I set the times and places for these meetings. Did you forget that little detail, Cal?"

"Hi to you, too," I said as I approached her desk, took her hand, lifted her up, and kissed her deeply and passionately letting my rock-hard cock push up against her hips. "Miss me?" I teased.

"You know I did but we can not do this, Cal. Not now. Not ever. This puts me at risk and..."

"Be quiet," I told her calmly but firmly. "Sit down." Karen looked stunned and a bit hurt but she did take her seat. "I've learned some things. Things you need to hear and I need to say. I talk. You sit. You listen. Understood?" I said emphasizing the last word to assert my control.

"Understood," she said with an edge to her voice.

"Lose the attitude," I ordered. "Now sit, listen, and learn."

I sat in front of her and looked directly into her eyes as I began. "You are a submissive woman. I am a dominant man."

"Okay, hold it right there," Karen interrupted. "This is..."

"Be quiet, Karen. I'm not asking. I'm telling you and you will obey me. That's the first thing you need to get straight. You are no longer in charge. Of anything. Nothing. I am going to control you and your life from here on out and the sooner you get that through your pretty little head the sooner you can be happy." I noticed her squirm uncomfortably in her chair but the smug look disappeared and a softness took its place.

"What you call 'rough sex' is actually a form of sado-masochism. You see, you've been a good teacher. You've instilled a desire to learn in me and I've been learning—a lot. While I'm no expert—yet—I have gained a huge amount of understanding about what this entails and what it means to me. What's most important to me, to us, is that you understand why this is important to you. You may not understand this yet, but you need to be controlled. You need to be owned. While you see yourself as a strong, independent woman, your innermost need is to surrender yourself to a strong, powerful man whom you trust. Someone who knows how to hurt you without ever actually hurting you. Your words. Remember?"

Karen nodded and averted her eyes, a strong signal that my message was connecting. "Deep down, you crave the security that comes from giving up control to someone else. Someone who understands your deepest needs and who will ensure they're met which will, in turn, meet his deepest needs."

I reached into the backpack I brought with me and removed the chokers and the leather collar. "You see these?" Again, she nodded. Barely. I heard her breathing grow deep as I paused and the room fell silent. "Excited?" I teased? Again, a nod of the head. "I asked you a question, slave. You will respond with an answer."

"Yes," she said, her voice croaking with hoarsness.

"Good. And from now on, you'll respond with 'yes, master. Is that clear, slave?" I added.

"Yes, ... master," Karen said, her voiced now choked with emotion.

I held up the leather collar with the spikes and the D-ring and then the leather leash I'd purchased for her. "This is for you," I explained showing her the collar. "By allowing me to place this around your neck, you are signifying your willing submission to my will. You are also saying you give up your right to have your own will within the bounds of our relationship. That means you trust me enough to know that while I will set the limits in such a way as to make me happy, I will never do anything to jeopardize our relationship or your career. Do you understand and do you voluntarily agree to submit to me as your lord and master, Karen Lyman?"

Her body was visibly shaking now and her hands were trembling as she whispered, "Yes, master. I do."

"Then kneel before me and bow your bare neck so that I may collar you and thereby own you." Karen immediately complied and got on her knees. As she began to look up, I said, "Eye contact is forbidden unless demanded. Do as you were told." She bowed her head silently as I took the leather collar and slipped it under her neck and around it then tightened it to the point where it was snug while still allowing her to breathe." Once it was snugly in place I said, "Look at your master, slave." Karen lifted her head and as our eyes met I could see the love and devotion in her eyes. "You are now my property. I own you and will do with you as I please. Look here."

I picked up the chokers and told her, "When we're not alone, you will still be collared at all times unless you are in the shower. There will be NO other excetions—ever. These will substitute for your real collar when wearing it would create 'difficulties.' They are as pretty as you and must never be taken off except as I have explained. Is that clear?"

"Yes, master. It's all clear. And master, my I speak?"

"I'm pleased you understand the need to ask before speaking. Yes, you may."

"Thank you. I don't understand all of this either but I am more excited and more hopeful than I have ever been in my life. I am so happy to be your slave and I promise to do everything possible to make you proud of me."

"Good girl," I told her as I stroked her face and hair. "Now show me. Suck my cock, bitch." Karen hungrily unbuttoned my jeans and took my hard shaft into her mouth. "Look at me," I ordered as her eyes met mine. "This is how sluts get rewarded. Good girls get cock. Bad girls get punished. You should know that I will be as quick to punish as I will reward." I heard her groan with pleasure as she took me to the hilt, gagging and choking as she came up for air. In moments I exploded filling her mouth with hot, sticky cum.

"Stand, slave." Karen obeyed. "You may call time out any time you feel threatened and stop our play. You need to decide on a 'safe word' to use but use it judiciously and only when absolutely essential. Understand? Otherwise, any time we're alone, you will assume the role of slave without exception. If, at any time, you decide this is not for you, you may return your collar to me but you may only do that once. Do you have any questions, slave?"

"No, master. I understand everything and will do exactly as you've instructed me."

"Then replace your leather collar with a choker of your choosing then sit back down and masturbate in front of me. You need to be able to relieve the pressure that's clearly built up inside of you. You won't be treated to my cock tonight, but I will allow you this release because I am a benevolent master."

Karen chose the cream-colored choker and fastened around her neck after I removed the leather collar as she was never permitted to so herself. She then took her seat, lifted her skirt, lowered her panties, and began to slide her index finger around the head of her swollen clit. In less than two minutes she was bucking wildly and her moans turned to shrieks of joy and a small amount of fluid shot out of her dripping pussy.

"Satisfied, slave?" I asked wickedly.

"Oh, yes, master. Never more so. Thank you so much for loving me enough to own me."

"I do love you, Karen. I will never say that to you again, though. I will only show it through strength and power. From that, you may know that I love you like no other. Now pull up your panties, take your chokers, and go home to await further instruction."

As I drove home, I was rock hard again thinking of all the many ways I could show my "love" for Karen Lyman. One of them included buying a leather paddle I'd seen at the book store. That seemed like the next logical step in building my first slave-master relationship.

English 101 Ch. 03



I left school that day and drove back to the adult book store in Seattle. On the drive, I settled on the leather paddle I'd seen earlier, but changed my mind when I saw what I learned is a riding crop. I was instantly hard thinking how disciplining my slave (and leaving a visible mark for her husband to see) would not only turn me on but excite her, as well. I had enough money to buy an inexpensive pair of leather hand restraints but had to pass on the more expensive pair I really wanted. These, along with a cheap blindfold, would do for now. Besides, if I decided they were that important, I'd simply order Karen to pay for them and that would be that. The thought of also financially controlling her brought yet another smile to my face.

The dynamic at school changed markedly the next day. "Mrs. Lyman" no longer looked me directly in the eye yet called on me every time I raised my hand no matter who else was talking or what was going on. I was even more pleased to see her wearing the white choker with the off-white pearl along with a pretty, long-sleeved sweater and short skirt. I'd made it clear I expected her to expand her wardrobe to include the skirts and sweaters I preferred. I felt my cock fill with fresh blood when I anticipated her obedient reaction to throw away one expensive dress after another as I revealed my dislike for them. Pantsuits? All soon to be gone. Flat shoes? In the trash. Only heels 3" or higher would be permitted and I decided right there I'd make her wear her in a bun unless we were together when it would be worn long and silky.

As I turned in my assignment, I penciled "Sa 7" in the upper right hand corner signifying when we would meet. I noticed the alarm in her eyes as she looked at the instructions as she sat silently at her desk as the other students filed out. "Is there a problem, slave?" I asked as the last person left. 

"Master, my husband will be home this weekend," she said while continuing to look down at the stack of papers on her desk."

"Then that'll be your loss," I informed her. "You won't have the opportunity to be restrained with the new 'cuffs' I bought." I watched her tense with frustration and anticipation as I added, "That also means there won't be any new welt on your soft ass from the riding crop I picked up to discipline you with." I heard her gasp as she inhaled sharply.

"Master, I'll figure something out. I promise. Please, please come to my house and have your way with me. Nothing could be worse than the pain of not feeling the love of your discipline."

I smiled. Kids from her next class were trickling in as I quietly said, "Good girl. I will reward your loyalty. You will lucky to be able to sit down Monday after the beating your soft ass is going to take. Even walking may prove difficult after the repeated pounding I'm going to give your sweet pussy." I heard her purr softly and bent down to ask, "Are you wet, slave?"

"Yes, master. I'm drenched."

"You may look at me. When you do, smile and wish me a good weekend." Karen obediently raised her head, turned toward me and said, "Have a good weekend, Cal. I'll see you soon?" I smiled a devilish smile and walked away.

I read as much as I could find on master-slave relationships and was finishing a particularly interesting chapter when my other fetish hit me like a bolt of lightning. I was hugely turned on by attractive women who smoked who white-filtered cigarettes. I nearly came in my jeans as I contemplated getting Karen to start smoking for me. I initially dismissed the thought telling myself I was lucky to have found a woman this compliant as my first slave and not to push her to a point where she'd call the entire relationship off. Then again, I'd played some poker with my dad and his friends and I was familiar with concepts like "all in" and decided I'd at least make a large "continuation bet" before going all in with a demand she become a smoker. Perhaps just enough to turn me on by watching her would be enough. Then again...

As I got ready for our date I dressed in a clean pair of Levis, a dark red tee shirt, and the black leather jacket I'd gotten for my 18th birthday. I combed my thick dark hair and was satisfied with the way the last year of weightlifting had contoured my young body. I wasn't an arrogant guy, but I did finally admit there might be something Karen saw in me that was simply irresistible to a woman her age. Rock-hard abs, softball shoulders, and a thick, wide chest. Below that hung a cock that was at least above average in length and girth and it made sense that this lonely, beautiful woman desperately needed a younger lover to help her recapture her youth. For her, the bonus was finding one who understood her most secret desire to be controlled. "A classic 'win-win' for both of us," I said to myself.

On the way to Karen's home, I wondered how she'd managed to dispose of her husband for the entire evening. I was content with knowing that was HER problem, not mine. As I drove through our small town, I stopped at a convenience store and walked to the counter. This was a place where people I didn't know, and more importantly didn't know me, worked. As I approached the 20-something guy behind the counter he said, "How can I help you?" I looked at the seemingly endless choice of cigarettes behind him before finally replying.

"A pack of Virginia Slim menthol lights, please. Oh, and a white Bic lighter, too." He rang them up, put them in a plastic bag, and handed it to me as he thanked me for my purchase. My heart raced as I imagined Karen dressed in a gorgeous new sweater, short skirt, 4" heels, and jewelry that included her new collar. There were so many options. Would I immediately order her to lift her skirt and leave a bright red welt or would I begin by being gentle? A long, French kiss as a reward for her obedience followed by simply showing her the new restraints was a more appealing option although I reserved the right to use the crop if the urge struck me.

Even more exciting was watching her take a long, white cigarette from the pack and inhale for the first time in her life, knowing I was witnessing the transformation of a lifelong non smoker into a woman who would be addicted to nicotine for the rest of her life. I had to think of something else to fight off the urge to cum from just visualizing all of these new possibilities. What made it even better was knowing Karen was filled with anticipation wondering what I might do to her or require her to do. I'd learned that the most rewarding aspect of a BDSM relationship for the slave was to abandon control of his or her own life and give it up completely to a trusted master. Adrenaline surged through my body as I pulled into her driveway.

I parked in the large garage in the back and hit the garage door opener which quietly engaged pulling the door down behind me. I realized as I opened the door that only her car was parked next to mine which told me she'd found some way to get rid of her husband. I was anxious to learn how she'd accomplished this first task.

I didn't bother knocking as I now owned Karen Lyman and by extension, her house, car, and everything else she'd previously considered hers. I closed the door behind me and walked down the hallway and into the great room where I saw the most exciting and beautiful site I'd yet seen in my life. Karen was kneeling in the middle of the room. Her head was down and her hands were clasped behind her back. I saw that she was wearing a gorgeous black, long-sleeved, rib knit sweater, a tan colored skirt that was about mid-thigh in length, and matching shoes that had what looked to be 4-5" heels. I could also see between her long, silky, cascading hair, the collar and one of the spikes showing through. My cock swelled with anticipation as I walked up to her and spoke. 

"Slave. I am pleased. You have done very well. You may look at me as a first reward."

Karen raised her head, her long hair falling back into place around her shoulders. Her eyes met mine and I realized she neither spoke nor smiled. I was pleased. "If you're happy, you may smile to express your feelings."

Karen's eyes lit up and she smiled broadly revealing her beautiful white teeth and her soft, full lips, dark red with lipstick. "How did you get rid of your pathetically weak husband?" I queried.

"I started a fight, Master. I accused him of cheating and after he yelled at me calling me a 'hysterical bitch' I demanded he leave for the weekend." Her eyes danced with pleasure as she finished speaking.

"Again, I am very pleased. Stand up, slave. You will be rewarded." I extended my hand which she took. I helped her rise and noticed her head was slightly bowed as she stood directly in front of me. I ran my hands up and down the material of her sweater and felt my already swollen cock harden like a rock. I ran my hands around her breasts and cupped them firmly. As I did, Karen gasped and moaned softly. I then reached out and lifted her chin and told her to look at me again. She did as she was told as I leaned in to kiss her. Our bodies closed as our arms wrapped around each other while our tongues hungrily explored one another's mouths. I almost came again thinking of how wonderful she would taste after smoking her first cigarette.

I broke the embrace and took her hands and put them behind her back. "Did you enjoy your reward, slave?" I asked as I moved around behind her.

"Yes, master. Very much," she said quietly. "Thank you, sir."

I reached inside my jacket and removed the large bulge that had filled the right side as I told her to give me one of her hands. I heard another audible gasp as I placed the restraint around her left wrist. I roughly grabbed her other hand and secured the right side as I moved up behind her and whispered in her ear, "Does this excite you?"

Her breathing had quickened and she was having trouble speaking. "Yes, master. Very much," was all she could say as her voice cracked. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed my cock against her restrained hands. I felt her fingers reach for my member as I pushed back.

"Don't think you're getting THAT yet. You've been rewarded for completing your first task and I was very generous in my praise, don't you agree?" I said wickedly as I bit her ear.

Karen winced with pleasure and hoarsely croaked, "Very generous, Master. I am a very lucky slave girl."

"Yes, you are," I reminded her. "Now I'm about to show you how lucky."

I'd also picked up a cheap blindfold which I tied around her eyes as I asked her, "Did you forget something?" I heard her breathing stop as her mind raced.

"Forget, Master?" she asked me with what sounded like genuine foreboding. 

"It seems to me you're wearing panties under this skirt. You were told not to do that. Are you in disobedience, slave?" I demanded as I picked up the crop and slapped it on the table next to us.

"Yes, master. I am in disobedience. Please forgive me," she whimpered.

"FORGIVE YOU?" I shouted. "I don't FORGIVE mistakes, Slave," I thundered. "I PUNISH!"

Before she could react, I stepped to her left side, raised her skirt, and brought the crop down sharply on her right ass cheek. The sound of leather striking flesh was new to me and took me by surprise as I watched a large, red spot grow where I'd struck her. Karen yelped but more out of surprise than pain. I could tell by her reaction she approved.

"Remove your panties, NOW!" I ordered. Karen could barely get under her skirt because of the thick restraints but she managed to get her thumbs under the sides of her thong and drop them to her knees. She shook herself hard to get them to fall to her ankles then furiously kicked them off before standing still. I could hear her breathing. Long and deep and quiet as though anticipating another stroke from the crop.

I told her matter-of-factly, "There's no need to anticipate, Slave. Only I know when you'll be punished and I alone will determine when and where you'll be disciplined. Just understand that further disobedience will not be tolerated and will be swiftly dealt with. Do you understand me, bitch?" I quietly but firmly demanded.

"Yes, Master. I understand completely. Thank you for disciplining me," she said as a tear fell from her eye under her blindfold.

"Are you crying, Slave?" I asked her. "Just one stroke and you're emotional as a child?"

"No, Master. I'm just happy. For the first time in my life, I'm truly and genuinely happy."

I walked around in front of her and raised her chin again ordering her to look at me. "You're welcome, Slave. You may kiss me again, but don't get used to too many rewards."

We kissed passionately for over a minute as I eagerly grabbed her tits and squeezed them hard while lowering one hand and using the heel of my palm to press against her cunt. Karen moaned, gasped, and groaned as I ground against her clit through her knit skirt. "Enough," I proclaimed. "My cock demands attention. Suck it and swallow every drop." We'll discuss your future later this evening after all of my needs have been met. If you're a good girl, you may even some of your own taken care of. That will depend on you.

Karen dropped to her knees as I unsheathed my massive organ. She strained to raise up high enough to get her mouth over the tip of my cock as she strained to find it now being able to see. She began taking it hungrily into her warm, wet mouth. "Look at me," I demanded. As she slid back up the length of my shaft, I removed her blindfold and her eyes met mine. I could see pure happiness in her eyes as her head bobbed up and down my cock gagging on it as she strained to take every inch down her throat.

"You need work on learning not to gag. Gagging displeases me." As she worked her tongue and teeth around the tip of my cock, I reached for the crop and popped her hard on her ass through the material of her skirt. I then realized I should have removed it beforehand. That was rooky mistake a more experienced master wouldn't have made and I wouldn't make it again. The welt on her left side was barely visible as I saw later while fucking her hard in her husband's bed. The one on the right, however, was beautiful and would indeed make sitting down at school a painful reminder of how sweet the love of pain could be. I slapped it with my bare hand numerous times as I rode her doggy style knowing the stinging pain was as pleasurable as my thick cock hitting her love button as I plunged in to the hilt.

After pounding her pussy for a full half hour, I came inside her and smiled as I thought of her having her first post-sex cigarette. I was indeed going to go "all in."