8 comments/ 18512 views/ 7 favorites WVC Ch. 22: Training 02 By: gupiao The e-mail I received on Thursday read from the Anthropology Department read. "You are now ready for your second level of Training. On Saturday April 11th, be at 734 Elm Street promptly at 7 PM for your training session. As before, eat lightly and dress casually. Continue to take your blue diamond shaped pills, both tomorrow and Saturday as well as the regimen of the herbal supplements. Bring your leather cock strap, your collar and remember to give yourself a thorough enema before the training. You are not to ejaculate during the session." Not surprisingly, I had difficulty falling asleep. As visions of the first session with Erika and Mistress Shannon tracked across my mind (Ch.17: Training #1), my cock kept swelling and deflating. I wondered what would be different, if someone else would be there. And I worried if my indiscretion of cumming during the Pool Party (Ch.19) had been reported to the management of the Club. After what seemed like hours, I finally drifted off. Friday was a short day. Finishing my late morning class, I was crossing the quad when I realized that I was following a shapely coed, a brunette who looked familiar. As I admired the gentle sway of her hips, I tried to place her. Broad shoulders, long tanned legs and a mane of thick brown hair. It wasn't until she turned a corner that I spotted her full chest and recognized Erika. And then I realized that all the time we'd spent together had been up close, and in much less clothing. The bulge in my crotch was about half hard when I decided to catch up with her. Maybe she knew whether or not we were going to be in for extra punishment it on Saturday. "Hey, Erika! Wait up!" She had an annoyed look on her pretty face when she spun around to confront me. "Oh! It's you." Immediately, she softened and gave me a warm smile. Almost by reflex, she dropped her deep blue eyes to sneak a quick peek between my legs. The pair of cut-offs that I wore seemed tighter than usual, and although the angle of my swelling cock was growing uncomfortable, I did nothing to adjust it as I approached her. When I reached normal speaking distance, she grinned. "I always forget how big you are." Immediately, I felt my face color and I glanced around us to see if any other students were near enough to overhear her remark. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that everyone else was hurrying by, wrapped up in her own thoughts and ignoring us. "Where are you headed, Bill?" "Nowhere in particular. I'm finished with classes for today." "Walk with me for a little bit." And be seen in the company of this gorgeous brunette? With my trainer? "Sure." As Erika turned, I fell in step beside her. We walked in silence for a few moments, and then we both started to talk at the same time. Laughing together, we stopped. With a twinkle in her eye, she smiled. "You go first." Nodding, I took a deep breath as we started walking again. "Did you get an e-mail about the training tomorrow night?" Looking over at her, I couldn't get a read on her face as she nodded, silently. "Do you think they know about -, well, about what happened at the pool party?" She didn't answer right away. Coming to a complete halt, she turned to face me. "I don't know. Management doesn't always reveal everything to Club members, especially if we're in trouble." Gazing back at her, I noticed a mischievous flicker in her eye as she continued. "Besides, don't you find it exciting not to know exactly what will happen tomorrow?" I didn't respond immediately, and she glanced down at the bulge in my pants. "I think you do, and you just don't want to admit it." When I hesitated again, she reached down and curled her hand around the thickened shaft of my cock through the thin denim. I gasped at her boldness in the middle of the campus, but I didn't pull away or try to resist. As she fondled me, exploring the length of my slowly expanding log, I glanced around. A pair of coeds scurried by, probably late for a class and oblivious to what the beautiful brunette was doing to me. The moment stretched into a minute, and then into two, and my cock began to react to her attention, growing longer and thicker, expanding to fill her hand. Flashing a grin up at me, she moved closer and slid her other hand down between my thighs, cupping my balls and gently lifting them. As I spotted a trio of giggling students sauntering toward us, Erika started to rub the straining curve of my swollen pouch in earnest. The shapely brunette had her back to them, so she couldn't see the three approach. "I love how quickly you get hard.' "Uh, Erika. We're going to have company in minute." "Uh huh." She didn't stop as she concentrated on caressing the engorged bulb through my pants. I was fully erect by now, and the tight confines of my cut-offs were becoming unbearable. "Here, I need to ah -, adjust myself." "Let me do it." Her already low voice was a purr as she kept one hand cupping my balls while she snaked her other one down the front of my shorts. "Erika!" She grinned up at me as she slid her palm around the swollen stalk. "You carry your penis on the right, don't you?" "Yes. Hurry up!" My reply was a hiss as the tallest girl in the group, a slender blonde with short clipped locks, was beginning to gaze in our direction. My trainer was taking her own sweet time, squeezing me lightly as she eased my stiffened rod so that it was aimed toward my left hip. Whispering to her friends, the tall blonde gestured in our direction. Giggling softly, Erika released my balls so she could wrap her arm around my neck and pull me close. With her hand still inside my pants, she nuzzled my neck and whispered. "Let's make them jealous. Kiss my neck." Since all she wore on top was a sleeveless t-shirt, I had lots of skin to touch. I bent my head and made a show of nibbling on the tawny expanse from her neck to the top of her shoulder. Closing my eyes to avoid having to make eye contact with the trio, I applied myself to the task, amplifying the passion I already felt. I didn't consider myself a very good actor, but the ruse must have worked. As the trio walked by, one of them piped up. "Hey you guys! Go find a room!" That set Erika off into a series of giggles as her fingers toyed with my bloated cockhead. Unwinding her arm from my neck, she leaned back and started to unbutton my pants. In horror, I watched as she ran the zipper all the way down until it nestled underneath my balls. Attempting to stop her, I grabbed at her arm which caused my rigid pole to pop out into the open. Waving the thickened log at the astonished girls, my trainer retorted. "Nah. We like to play where everyone can see just how big he is." I felt color flash across my face as she ran her fist all the way down to my balls, making sure that the threesome had a good look. Sliding her hand back up the bloated shaft, she halted just behind the high ridge that circled my crown and pointed it at them. "Isn't he gorgeous?" In shock, the three girls stared down at my reddened bulb. The nearest one, a slender brunette with glasses nodded as my trainer ran her fist back down my stalk and pressed against my balls, causing my roaring hard-on to tower out of her grasp. "Yeah, he really is big." "Does he go to school here?" The question came from the tall blonde as she licked her lips. "Yes, and you can't play with him." With that riposte, Erika turned briskly away, tugging me after her. We nearly ran into a pair of chubby coeds, clutching their books tightly to their chests, eyes wide as they ogled the stiff rod Erika was using to lead me. After brushing by them, my trainer pulled me after her. Spotting a stand of bushes surrounding a side door, she ducked into the sheltered porch. With my cut-offs flapping in the wind, I had no choice but to follow her. Yanking me around to face her, she kept her firm grip around my throbbing log as she looked up at me. The glint in her blue eyes had grown into a wild gleam that was a bit alarming. And then she softened. "Sorry about that. Sometimes I get a little carried away.'' Wrapping her other hand around the distended pole, she began to post up and down, glancing down at the rounded end. "I find an element of danger particularly exciting." She was silent for a moment, watching her fists squeeze and stroke, squeeze and stroke. When the slit at the tip yawned open, she stopped, holding up the shiny knob to inspect it closely. "We're not supposed to be doing this, you know?" Still gazing down at the engorged bulb, she gave me another doubled fisted pump, slow and deliberate. I swallowed. "What do you mean?" After another unhurried squeeze and stroke, she answered me. "Club members are always supposed to have at least three people involved in any play scenario." "You mean, this isn't scheduled?" One more leisurely post up and down my straining stalk before my trainer replied. "No. Completely spontaneous." The next squeeze and stroke brought a delighted laugh. "Ah hah!" The outburst caught the attention of the girl walking by us, a short blonde in a pixie cut with a bright pink knapsack thrown over her shoulder. "What's going on?" She took a couple of steps toward us, trying to peer around Erika to see what she was doing. With a quick glance over her shoulder, the thick haired brunette stepped aside, both still wrapped around my rigid cock. The little blonde gasped, her brown eyes growing wide behind the glasses. "Can you help us out?" Aghast, I had no idea what my trainer was doing. As the spellbound girl inched closer, staring down at my exposed crotch, Erika slowly milked my raging hard-on. Once her fists reached the top of my shaft, she stopped, holding the purplish bulb up for the newcomer to examine. "You see that?" I realized that the blonde was kind of pretty, and that she looked vaguely familiar. As she leaned over for a closer look, I followed her gaze down to see the first drop of lubricating fluid emerge from my cockhole and pool in the opening, glistening in the sunlight. She nodded. "He's on a special diet, and we need someone to taste him." Startled, the girl glanced up at my trainer. "Why can't you do it?" "Oh, I already have. We just need a second opinion." The little blonde gazed at Erika for a moment, and then glanced briefly at my face before returning to my pulsing hard-on. As we watched, the single drop slid off its perch, coursing down the underside of my cockhead to dribble across the back of my trainer's hand. Moistening her lips, the newcomer nodded again and knelt on the concrete in front of me. I held my breath as she leaned closer, the warm air of her exhale washing over the top of my rounded knob. Opening her mouth, the tip of her tongue snaked out. Delicately, she flicked at the oozing crevice, scooping up what fluid she could find and held it on her tongue. As she sat back on her heels, she curled her tongue back into her mouth and swallowed. "Well? What do you think?" Erika was eager to get the blonde's opinion. Behind the glasses, her brown eyes darted from my trainer's face over to mine, and then back to the raging hard-on quivering in her face. "He's tastes sweet." "That's what the diet is supposed to accomplish." No one said a word as Erika slowly milked the distended shaft, pulling out another gleaming drop of my juice. Once it emerged from my gaping slit, the kneeling girl licked her lips, her eyes never leaving the drooling tip. "Can I have another taste?" Without a word, Erika tugged on my bloated rod, guiding the shiny bulb back between the blonde's yielding lips. She readily accepted me into her mouth, nursing gently as she swirled her tongue all around the taut skin. As she began to move her head, bobbing slowly on the upper section of my swollen stalk, my trainer looked up at me and grinned. "Honey, he's not allowed to cum." The kneeling blonde didn't respond at first, keeping her steady rhythm as I began to pump my hips back and forth, thrusting my dribbling cockhead farther down her throat. I went too far and she choked. Grabbing the base of my shaft with one hand, she jerked her head away as she gasped and tried to catch her breath. After a moment, she was able to ask. "Why not? Why can't I suck him off?" Reaching into my pants, the kneeling girl cupped my balls in the palm of her hand and rolled them back and forth. "His balls seem really bloated." "That's the way we want to keep him." Puzzled, she looked up at my trainer, still fondling my oozing pole. "We?" "Its sorority pledge thing, for Sigma Epsilon Chi." A shadow flickered across her eyes. "Ohhh. I've heard about you guys." She looked back to my straining cockhead before continuing. "And he's a member?" "Not yet." Reluctantly, the blonde relinquished her double handed grip and stood up. "So you just needed me to taste him?" As she ran her fist up and down my throbbing stalk, Erika nodded. With a long look down at my dribbling hard-on, the shorter girl looked up, directly into my eyes for the first time. "If you ever want me to finish this for you, Bill, just let me know." I stared back her while my trainer asked what I was wondering. "How do you know his name?" "We're in the same English class. And I live in the same dorm he does, just down the hall." With a sly smile, she dropped her brown eyes back down to my drooling log as she continued. "So when you want me to finish this, knock on my door. Anytime. My name is Jennifer." And then she left. My freshman English class had at least a hundred students in it, maybe more, so it wasn't surprising that I didn't remember her in that crowd. But there were only about 20 on my hall. "Cute girl. You don't remember her, do you?" I shook my head as she started to put my raging erection back in my pants, making sure the engorged stalk was well to my right before she carefully zipped me up. "If she comes knocking on your door tonight, don't let her in." "Yes Ma'am." She patted the bulging pouch in front of my cut-offs. "This off limits to everyone except Club members. Do you understand?" As she rubbed the underside of my swollen shaft, she smiled. "Good. Tomorrow should be fun." I'm glad she thought so. I wasn't so sure. With a sly smile, she turned to go. "Sleep well." But I didn't. I waited for several minutes for my stiff log to wilt, and even then, I had trouble walking. I was grateful I was able to make my way back to my dorm room without further incident. That night, I did eventually drift off, but I slept fitfully, waking up three times with visions of my ass being blistered by Erika and Mistress Shannon. When the sun finally peeked in my window, I was exhausted. All day long, I was anxious and couldn't really eat much. Did Mistress Shannon know about my lack of control at the pool party? And despite my apprehension, my cock remained adamantly erect. It simply would not go down. After finishing my preparations for the evening, I hurried across campus, trying to shield my bulging crotch from everyone but with little success. Several times during my walk, coeds glanced at the swollen pouch of my shorts and did a double take, staring openly. So it was a relief to get off campus and reach the house. I was prompt, cautiously entering the house exactly at 7PM. No one was in sight and everything looked the same, except that there were no sandals. Not knowing if that meant anything, I changed, buckling the collar around my neck and wrapping the black leather strap around my cock and balls. Already thickened, my pole stretched out from between my legs, filling with blood and rising up to jut straight out in front of me. After slipping on the white cotton robe, I glanced down at the protruding tent below my waist. It looked enormous, quivering with excitement beneath the thin cotton. With a deep breath, I sat down to wait. Even holding my breath so I could listen carefully, I couldn't heart any sound coming from downstairs. But a few minutes later, I heard the click, click, click of high heels echoing down the hallway. Sporting a black leather collar, high heeled boots and a similar robe to mine over what I assumed was her costume, Erika smiled at me from the doorway. Did I detect another sly glint in her blue eyes? "Stand up, Bill." Without a word, I obeyed, feeling the bloated log between my thighs swing freely back and forth as I stood, pushing the robe out before me she came all the way into the room. Dropping her gaze below my waist, she ordered. "Open your robe and show me your penis." Taking a deep breath, I unbelted the robe and held it wide for her inspection. Reaching out, she caressed my engorged cockhead, letting her fingertips circle the prominent ridge, caressing the taut skin, lightly teasing the single hole at the tip, tickling it to gape open. As she continued to play with my stiff rod, I hesitated and then asked. "Does she know?" Erika didn't answer right away. Loosely gripped the throbbing pole, she ran her fist all the way down my stalk to press against my balls. As she squeezed the base of my thickened shaft, she finally replied, still not raising her gaze. "I don't think Mistress Shannon knows about your indiscretion, or my lack of oversight." Tightening her grip, my trainer slowly stroked about halfway up the length of my swollen shaft, watching the slit at the very tip. "She didn't say anything about it. And although she's difficult to read, especially when she's wearing a mask, I don't think she knows." Gripping my pulsing hard-on, she pulled the loose skin down, stretching it and causing the open crevice to yawn even wider. Using her other hand, she dipped the nail of her forefinger into the gaping hole and gently ran it around the sensitive lip. I held my breath as she pressed it farther into my cockhole, gently rimming me. "It looks like you're ready to play." After a long moment, she sighed and withdrew her hands, leaving my protruding log to tremble in the space between us. "Mistress Shannon is waiting. Let's go." I followed her swaying hips down the hallway, through the small kitchen and onto the landing that led down to the basement. Just like the last time, she bolted the door shut behind us before leading me downstairs. Once we reached the bottom of the stairs, she shed her robe and hung it up on a peg. Turning toward me, the stunning brunette waited for me to follow suit. I couldn't help but stare. Although she wore the same collar and black knee high boots as before, she'd exchanged the half corset for a jeweled bra, open cupped and glittering in the dim light. Black leather straps outlined her high breasts, while vertical strands of thin shiny chains swung against her skin, rubbing her large reddish brown nipples into rigid, erect points. Below her waist, she was totally nude, the ripe curves of her thighs and her hips and her smooth pussy utterly exposed. My stiff pole lurched at the sight of her magnificent body, sending tremors along the surface of my robe. She smiled when she saw the jerking movement beneath the thin material. Opening her muscular thighs, she showed me the gleaming metal bar and the reddened lips below. Sliding her hand down over the swelling curve of her pubic mound, my trainer slid her fingers into the blossoming flower of her pussy. Tilting her hips up toward me, she spread them apart, displaying the moist petals as they glistened with her arousal. "See? I'm just as excited as you are." WVC Ch. 22: Training 02 I gaped as she eased two fingers inside, closing her eyes and moaning softly as they entered her slick tunnel. After only a few cursory strokes, she stopped and flicked the vertical metal bar back and forth across her distended clit. Erika shuddered once and yanked her hand away, seemingly impatient for my training to begin. I was about to find out why. "Lose the robe, Bill. We don't' want to keep Mistress waiting." Quickly, I slid the robe off my shoulders and hung it up beside hers. With a sly smile down at my bobbing hard-on, the gorgeous brunette threw the heavy door open and walked in. The candlelight seemed brighter than I remembered. Perhaps it was just that there were more spotlights illuminating the center of the room. Numerous leather and metal instruments had been arranged on a small banquet table set up on one side. From the ceiling swung a large leather harness, but Mistress Shannon was nowhere to be seen. Erika strode into the bright light and sank to her knees, facing the back of the silent chamber as she spread her thighs wide and lowered her upper torso until her forehead was resting on the spongy carpet. I followed her lead, assuming a position on the floor next to her and facing the same direction. After several moments, I heard a rustling of the curtains before the soft tap, tap tap of high heels on the thin carpeting announced the arrival of Mistress. From her prostrate position, Erika spoke. "Good evening, Mistress Shannon. We thank you for your gracious time tonight." I said nothing, thinking that my trainer had spoken for both of us. "You may rise, but stay on your knees." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the prone brunette straighten up, spreading her thighs open wider as she arched her back and clasped her hands on top pf her head. I followed her lead, the movement causing my erect cock to bounce wildly as it jutted up between my legs. Mistress Shannon wore nearly the same costume as before, thigh-high black leather boots, a crotch baring studded corset, and a half mask with her thick auburn hair pulled back into a long flowing pony-tail. The only change that I could see was that her leather corset was smaller than those she had worn for earlier ceremonies, revealing more of her superb body. Cinched tightly in at the waist, it left her shaved pussy completely nude and lifted her full breasts high, exposing the large oval nipples, dark red and pulsing with urgent excitement. With the ever present riding crop, she tapped her boots as she surveyed me, letting her green eyes linger on the throbbing log pointing up and out toward her. "Your penis seems particularly eager to play tonight, Bill. Is there a reason?" I hesitated, wondering if she were setting a trap. "No Ma'am." "I see." The tall brunette let the tip of the crop trail across of my raised arms, lingering on the sensitive skin of the underside just under my shoulders. Moving closer, she strolled between Erika and me, running the cool leather down the front of my chest, passing lightly over the stiff buds of my nipples to caress the heaving ridges of my abdominals. As he slipped the tip of the crop lower still, across my smooth pubic mound to trace up and down the sides of my quivering stalk, I caught my breath. Sliding the smooth leather all around the rounded knob, she pressed it sideways, seeing how far it would go before it slipped free and bounced eagerly back to an upright position. Forcing the rigid log down toward the floor, she held it there for a long moment before letting go and watching it bob enthusiastically up and down. "Most impressive. Now turn to face me." Although her words seemed to be directed to me, I saw Erika rotate as well, keeping her knees well apart as we pivoted toward each other. Mistress Shannon stood with her booted feet spread wide so I could see between her legs as my trainer scooted closer, but my attention was on the gorgeous pair of pussy lips near me. Mistress Shannon's outer folds were plump and full, rounded crescents of smooth flesh already open to reveal the delicate petals inside. Bright pink, almost flame colored, they glistened with moisture as she edged closer. As I caught a whiff of her dusky scent as an undertone to the spicy perfume that she usually wore, she tapped my upper back with the stiff crop to encourage me to lean forward. "Tongue." Obediently, I stuck out my tongue, guiding the tip into her slippery cleft. I heard her sigh as I licked, making sure to pass over the raised nub at the top of her pussy. She shuddered as I concentrated on it, flicking it back and forth as the taps on my back grew sharper until she was whacking me with more than a little force. Suddenly, she froze, holding her breath. And then she exploded, showering my surprised face with a strong burst of fluid. Remembering my first training session, I opened my mouth wide, trying to capture as much of the spewing liquid as I could. As it shot out of her slit, she tilted her hips up to aim at me, trying to direct the flood of salty juice between my lips. At least half of it missed, splashing onto my neck and upper chest, streaming down my torso to pool on the carpeted floor. Gasping for air, the reddish haired mistress stumbled sideways, leaving Erika and me facing each other as we knelt on the floor. Moisture gleamed on my trainer's face as she licked her lips, a wild look in her blue eyes. As I held the frothy fluid in my mouth, Mistress Shannon gave the next instruction. "Kiss." I hesitated to move, but my trainer didn't, crawling across the space between us, her full breasts swaying heavily beneath her. Rising onto her knees, she took my face in her hands and kissed me. With her probing tongue, she forced my lips apart and sucked Mistress's fluid out of my mouth. Leaning into me with her stiff nipples pressed through loose chains into my chest as she held my face tightly and spit the foamy juice back between my lips. Back and forth we traded the salty liquid, each exchang increasing in fervor until Mistress tapped my shoulder. "Enough." Immediately, the kneeling brunette sat back on her heels and arched her back, setting the glittering links of chain in motion around her rigid nipples. Holding my gaze, she slowly opened her mouth to show me the glistening mixture of our saliva and Mistress' nectar. My cock throbbed eagerly, bobbing up and down as it pointed directly at the kneeling girl. As she slipped between us, I was surprised to see that Mistress Shannon was facing away from me this time. As I stared at the rounded globes of her bare butt, it dawned on me what was next. Twisting her torso to glance back at me, she gave the command. "Tongue." With the riding crop dangling from her right wrist, she reached back with both hands to grasp her ass cheeks and pull them apart. Brownish pink, the puckered opening between them seemed to wink at me, laughing at my discomfort. I hesitated. "Tongue!" Extending my tongue, I leaned forward and took a deep breath, being rewarded by a surprising hint of cinnamon. And when the tip slid onto her crinkled skin, I tasted that fragrant spice, as well as something tangy. As I flicked at the tiny crevice, I decided that it didn't taste bad, just different. Mistress was moving her hips, pumping against my trainer's face, breathing harder as she approached another climax. Feeling braver, I stiffened my tongue and plunged it into her. She moaned, and I redoubled my efforts, twisting my head as I tried to work my spearing tongue in deeper. I felt her tremble under our combined assault, and then she froze. I thought something might be wrong, so I stopped. She reached around and grabbed the back of my head, forcing my tongue deeper into her rectum. With a sharp cry, she exploded, writhing on our faces and spewing what turned out to be a massive amount of fluid into Erika's waiting mouth. As she bucked back and forth, I tried to keep my tongue inside of her, but the wild gyrations were too much. Giving up, I sat back on my heels and watched the show, incredulous at the sheer volume of liquid that poured out of her. It streamed out of Erika's mouth and covered her upper chest, leaving a glistening wake as it coursed down her sleek torso. Finally, with her legs shaking, the reddish haired mistress staggered away. I didn't have to be told again. Reaching for the kneeling brunette, I opened my mouth to receive what was left of Mistress Shannon's incredible ejaculation. With our tongues fencing, we swapped saliva and female juice as our mistress caught her breath. "Enough. Erika, get him in the spreader bar." With a Cheshire cat grin on her face, the kneeling girl sat back on her heels and answered, her glittering eyes locked on mine. "Yes Ma'am." After my trainer rose gracefully to her feet, she held out her hand to help me up, wrapped her fist around the base of my throbbing cockshaft and led me over to the table. Once she had me face the table and the various implements strewn on top, she released her firm grip on my protruding hard-on and kicked my feet well apart. Pushing firmly on my shoulders, she had me lean on the edge of the table. Making sure that I saw what she was doing, she picked up a rigid spreader bar from the table top, one that was about 2 feet long. Kneeling behind me, she fastened one soft leather cuff around my left ankle, and then pulled my right foot farther apart so she could lock that cuff on as well. As she rose, she trailed her fingers up the back of my leg, stroking the inner part of my thigh before cupping my left ass cheek. My trainer began squeezing the firm muscle, moving it in a large circle as she leaned close to lick my ear. "You have a great butt." Erika licked me again, this time along the side of my face, starting just above my jaw line and ending at the corner of my eye. Chuckling softly, she retrieved a small package from the crowded table, one that resembled a travel pack size of Kleenex. After yanking out a soft cloth, I caught the surprising aroma of maple as she sauntered behind me. Out of my sight, my trainer let her fingertips slide back onto my exposed ass. "Bend over." Her already low voice had a guttural quality to it as she gently, but firmly pressed my lower back down. Obediently, I rested my weight on my hands and bent lower, waiting. Erika took her time, sliding her fingers all around the mounds of my ass, caressing the skin, massaging the muscles, slipping her fingers down into the valley between my cheeks to tease me. As she brushed across my crinkled sphincter, I caught my breath. Pulling my left ass cheek wide, she carefully pressed the cool cloth against my puckered hole. "Relax, and take a deep breath." I exhaled in preparation to take that deep breath and she caught me by surprise. Wrapped in the moist cloth, she slipped her finger inside and began twisting and turning it back and forth, worming her way farther into my rectum. I thought she was done when she pulled it all the way out, but instead, she introduced a second digit and plunged them both back into my ass. I gasped at the intrusion. She was more energetic this time, reaching deeper to spiral them in and out, twirling her fingers as she worked. Finally, she was satisfied that she had stretched my hole enough. Withdrawing both fingers, she tossed the cloth aside. With butterflies in my stomach, I felt her hover behind me. She must have knelt on the floor since I felt her hot breath on my moistened skin as she pulled my ass cheeks far apart. Even as I suspected what was coming, I was startled when she slid her tongue across my waiting crevice. Erika was patient with me, gently lapping at the entrance until she felt me relax. Then, she dug her fingers into the inner curves of my ass cheeks and pulled them farther apart, forcing the tip of her tongue inside. I gasped as she wriggled it back and forth, trying to ease her way deeper into my sphincter. In the silence, I could hear little mewling noises amid the licking sounds as my trainer devoted her mouth and tongue to my butt. As the kneeling girl grew more passionate, rubbing her nose between my ass cheeks and worming her tongue farther into my rectum, I started to pant, completely forgetting about Mistress Shannon. Out of the corner of my eye, she appeared, a broad grin on her face below the half mask. "She's very good, isn't she?" My answer was a gasp. "Yes Ma'am." "With enough training and practice, you'll become just as accomplished." Dropping her gaze to my crotch, she eyed the quivering pole jutting out before me. "I see that your lovely penis is responding quite nicely." There was no need to reply. My throbbing hard-on did that for me. Reaching down, she ran her fingers along the sides of the bloated shaft, tracing the thick veins as they pulsed eagerly. Circling the stalk with her fist, she squeezed, firmly pressing against my balls before slowly pumping, first stroking up, and then back down the full length of my stiff log. After only one stroke, she released her grip to run her fingertip back and forth across the tip of the rounded bulb. I shivered as her exquisite touch caused the slit to yawn open, winking at her as she caressed the straining knob, sliding the soft pads of her fingers over the taut skin. I was surprised to see the first drop of my lubricating fluid emerge from the open hole and perch on the lip, gleaming in the spotlight. Usually, it took a little longer for me to start leaking. Mistress paused, touching sparkling liquid with her forefinger. As she began to smear it across the rounded surface of my engorged cockhead, she called out. "Enough, Erika. Get him ready for the rest of the evening." After slathering a last lick on my exposed sphincter, my trainer scrambled to her feet, moisture glistening on her lips as she stood up beside me. Lowering her blue eyes, she made a production of selecting another pair leather cuffs, this one with a single black strap attached. As Mistress continued to spread the oozing fluid on my purplish bulb, coating the taut skin and running her fingertip all around the sensitive rim, the younger brunette ordered me. "Put your hands behind your back." Immediately, I complied, arching my back slightly so that Erika could fasten the cuffs onto my wrists. I couldn't see what she was doing, but Mistress Shannon could. Through the leather half mask, her green eyes glittered as she glanced up briefly to oversee what the younger brunette was doing. A faint smile played across her lips. Dropping her eyes back to my drooling pole, she milked the stalk for another seeping discharge with her other hand, the riding crop dangling loosely from her wrist. As she rubbed the pad of her thumb back and forth across the sensitive underside of my purplish bulb, she released my cockshaft so she could smooth the slippery liquid over the shiny top. When Erika tugged my cuffed wrists higher, I quickly realized that she was attaching the single leather strap to one of the rings on the back of my collar, which forced my arms into an awkward angle behind me. Stepping back to my front, her blue eyes sparkled as she started to finger my nipples, pinching them, pulling them, encouraging each to bloom into a full erection. Not yet satisfied, she ducked her head and sucked first one, and then the other between her lips, nipping them lightly with her teeth, pulling them out away from my pectoral muscles. When she finally stopped, I was panting. I thought she was done, but reaching toward the table, she picked up a pair of tiny clips attached together by a thin silvery chain. Pinching the rigid button on my left pectoral, she carefully fastened one clip to the very end as Mistress began to finger my cockslit. I gasped as Erika looped the connecting chain through a ring in the front of my collar. Keeping the glittering links pulled tight, my trainer clipped the other in place, which tugged my tortured nipples upward. Grinning, she stepped back to back to admire her handiwork, standing with her booted feet apart and her hands on her shapely hips. I could see moisture glistening on the plump lips between her thighs. Releasing her grip on my bloated pole so that it swung free, Mistress backed up to join her. As the two women looked me up and down, my eager hard-on jutted out from between my thighs, pointing directly at them and throbbing with excitement. "Do you think he's ready now, Mistress?" I certainly wasn't going anywhere. Not with my feet restrained and propped wide by the rigid metal bar. And not with my hands firmly cuffed behind my back and attached to the back of my collar. And especially not with my nipples clipped to the taut chain looped through the ring in the front of my collar. Even the slightest movement sent waves of electricity jolting through my nipples and down into my crotch. The only appendage not fully restrained was my cock, and even there, the leather cock strap kept me firmly erect. "You've prepared him well, Erika. But compared to the other restraints he's wearing, his large penis seems to suffer from a woeful lack of confinement. Let's fix that." Strolling back to the table, her full breasts wobbled slightly as they perched on lip of her studded corset. After Mistress Shannon retrieved a small leather strap, about one inch thick, she returned with a wicked glint in her eyes. Bending over my exposed crotch, she carefully wrapped it around my quivering shaft, snapping the black leather into place just below the prominent ridge of the swollen knob. I winced. The black leather was just tight enough to pinch the sensitive skin, "This is a cock collar. It serves the same purpose as the one you have around your neck." She attached a thin chain to a small ring on the underside of the leather strap. "I can use it to lead you by your big penis, like this." Tugging gently, she pulled me to the center of the room, closer to the leather harness swinging from the ceiling. On stiff legs, I awkwardly inched forward, my stretched nipples throbbing inside the tight clips with each lurching step. Erika must have been adjusting the height of the suspended frame as it dropped as we approached, lowering it from shoulder height down to about knee level. As I staggered closer, I could see that it was in the shape of a large X. Mistress Shannon kept pulling me until I was between two of the black leather extensions, and then she stopped. "Or, I can use the ring on your cock collar to attach a weight, like this." Unhooking the lead chain from the ring on my cock collar, the reddish haired mistress fastened a short chain with a small lead sinker instead. Immediately, the slight upward slant of my hard-on reversed, drooping under the weight. "I've noticed that despite the imposing size of your penis, you still are able to achieve an impressive loft to your erection. This will control that. It will also increase your sensitivity to every move you make." Her smile was chilling. I felt more helpless and vulnerable than l ever had before. "This is only a few ounces. I might add more to it, maybe as much as a pound or two." Gazing down at the end of my distended log, I saw that under the weight of the sinker, my stiffened cock was now pointing down toward the floor. Suspended from the ceiling by four stout ropes, I could see that they connected to circular ring, parallel to the floor and maybe eight inches in diameter. In turn, that ring was attached to a heavy chain disappearing up into the darkness of the ceiling. Thick and sturdy, the harness would have no trouble supporting one, and perhaps even two people in mid-air. I sensed Erika come up beside as Mistress Shannon grinned. WVC Ch. 22: Training 02 "Erika, it's time for you to assume your place." Nodding her assent, the pretty brunette stepped around me to lie on her back in the harness, her bare crotch facing toward me and with her shapely legs spread wide. Evidently, she'd be in the swing before. She buckled leather straps around each of her ankles and just below both knees with an easy familiarity. Once she had her legs in place, she gave me an enigmatic smile and lay back onto the broad flat section that evidently was designed to support her torso. Mistress fastened a pair of cuffs around her wrists, and then buckled restraints around her upper arms. After she was secured, Erika raised her head and smiled again as Mistress Shannon went over to the hoist. "I've been looking forward to this evening, Bill." Her blue eyes glittered as she spoke. Glancing down, I saw that her pussy lips had already bloomed, moist and pink, glistening in the bright light. As Mistress pulled on the chain to elevate her, it suddenly dawned on me what was on the menu, at least for me. The harness held my trainer's legs bent with her knees spread well apart as she rose in the air. Once her hips were level with my head, swaying in my face, Mistress stopped, wrapping the end of the chain around a cleat attached to the wall. "Tonight, you will service Erika. You will service her until I tell you to stop. She may beg you to cease and desist long before that, but you will ignore her and obey me. Is that understood?" "Yes Mistress." As she passed the table with all the instruments, the statuesque mistress retrieved what seemed to be her favorite implement, the short leather riding crop. Snapping it against her booted leg, she strolled toward us. "And while you are servicing your trainer, I will be attending to your ass and to your genitals, to your testicles and especially to this big penis of yours. But first, I need to secure your head to the swing." Looping a leather cord through a pair of rings arrayed on the inside of Erika's leg straps, Mistress Shannon attached it to the back of the collar behind my neck and cinched it so tightly that my face was firmly planted between the airborne girl's exposed crotch. The sweet, pungent aroma of her excited pussy hit my nose, and I inhaled deeply. "That's it, Bill. Draw in the fresh aroma of your trainer. Drink her nectar." Licking delicately, I explored the plump lips that yielded beneath my invading tongue, flicking the metal bar that adorned them. Erika shuddered, and then moaned softly, writhing in the leather restraints. Taking a deep breath, I plunged my tongue in her open cavity, pressing my mouth against her flesh, feeling an orgasmic spasm start to rise. Mistress Shannon got my attention by lightly tapping my bare ass cheeks with her riding crop. "Just letting you know that I'm here, Bill. You focus on servicing Erika while I attend to you back here." As I continued to spear the moaning girl, I felt Mistress her curl one hand around the base of my bloated pole. Squeeze and release, squeeze and release, she started a rhythm on my shaft that was complimented by the light tapping she was giving my exposed butt. The steady posting up and down caused the lead sinker to swing freely, often tugging my engorged bulb in the opposite direction of the older woman's fist. As Mistress gradually increased the pace of her attack on my ass, I continued to slide my stiff tongue in and out of my trainer, her pussy readily surrendering to my persistent assault. Her soft moans turned into outright cries as I kept my head bobbing back and forth, driving my tongue in and out of her drooling lips. The blows against my defenseless butt grew stronger, soon becoming sharp cracks that echoed off the walls of the dungeon. Involuntarily, my hips began to react to each whack of the riding crop, jerking forward, driving my cock deeper into Mistress' grip and sending the weight between my legs swinging wildly. She responded by increasing her squeezes of my stalk grow bigger until she was openly jacking me off. I could hear the grin in her voice as she spoke in my ear. "My, my, Bill. You are certainly eager tonight. It's a pity that I can't let this big penis of yours explode. With a startling scream, Erika went completely rigid before a jet of clear fluid burst from her gaping pussy and into my stunned mouth, dribbling out the sides and over my chin. I'd forgotten how much force her ejaculations had. As the excess streamed down my face, I tried to capture as much of my trainer's juice as I could, gulping it down as she continued to spasm against my mouth. Chuckling, Mistress released my throbbing rod, leaving it to jerk and twitch as it stuck out from my crotch. Desperately seeking relief, I pumped my hips, humping the air in front of me, swinging the lead sinker back and forth between my open thighs, pulling my purplish bulb down toward the floor. Sliding behind me, the reddish haired woman applied more force to the whip strokes on my ass, delivering vicious hits that had me squirming in my restraints as waves of orgasmic ripples swept through my trainer's suspended body. Panting heavily, I pulled my head back from between her parted thighs, only an inch or so because of the tight lacing of the leather cords around my neck. In awed wonder, I watched as she writhed in midair, spurts of liquid arcing from between her lips, drenching my chin and upper chest. I could feel rivulets of her juice sliding down my torso as she continued to climax. Finally, my trainer slumped into the harness, breathing heavily, her marvelous breasts rising and falling on the chest, the rigid nipples eagerly pulsing up through the glittering chains. "Very good, Bill. You've brought her to her first orgasm. Now for number 2." Obediently, I bent forward, licking her nectar from my lips before stretching my tongue out to rake up and down the length of her dripping pussy. Concentrating on the stiff button that protruded at the top, I balanced precariously with the spreader bar keeping my feet spread well apart. Erika shuddered when she felt my probing tongue, but arched her back to offer me the best angle to penetrate her. Flipping the metal bar against her clit, I toyed with her, and she responded with another low moan as she humped my mouth. Mistress Shannon kept up the steady tattoo of the riding crop on my butt. At first, she increased the intensity and accelerated the tempo of her strokes. Then, she slowed down until she was just lightly tapping the leather tip against my upraised ass cheeks. Each smack on my defenseless ass caused an involuntary jerk of my hips, which in turn sent the weight on my swollen pole swinging back and forth. After several minutes of this, I could feel the brunette suspended in the air began to jerk once more, her hips acting as they had a life of their own, twitching uncontrollably as she approached another orgasm. I shoved my tongue as far into her crevice as I could, and that drove her over the edge. Crying out, she tried to clamp her thighs around my ears to pin me against her crotch, but the straps restraining her legs prevented it. Instead, Mistress Shannon halted her assault on my ass to grab the back of my head and force my face against Erika's spasming hips just as another climax swept over her. As I was greeted with another flood of fluid spewing out from between her legs, I tried to drink in as much of her nectar as I could, stretching against the awkward positioning of my arms pinned behind my back. That's it, keep swallowing. Drink in her sweet fluid." As I continued to lap at the fountain pouring from between my trainer's legs, she moaned aloud, tremors rippling through her trim body. Startled, I jerked as Mistress Shannon circled her fist around the base of my stiffened rod, sending jolts of electricity through my clipped nipples all the way down to my crotch. Between my focus on servicing Erika, and the varying pace of spanks being delivered on my defenseless buttocks, I'd almost forgotten about the pole jutting out between my thighs. Mistress leaned close to whisper in my ear as she began to squeeze and release, squeeze and release. "Keep going, Bill. Don't let her catch her breath." Once more, I followed her instructions, thrusting my tongue into the prone girl's cavity. She lurched under my attack, squirming as I entered her, trying to evade the determined spear of my tongue. Mistress murmured her approval and began to post up and down the full length of my bloated log, coaxing even more blood flow into the engorged cockhead. For the moment, she focused entirely on my front, accompanying her renewed attention to my raging hard-on by reaching between my spread thighs to cup my tightly bound balls in the palm of her other hand. The lead sinker attached just below the distended knob swung wildly as she jerked me off, tracing a large arc between my wide-open legs. Erika began having a series of climaxes, small, short ones at first, and then developing into violent seizures that wracked her entire body. Ignoring the jets of clear liquid that squirted from her spread lips onto my face, I plunged my tongue even farther into her, in and out, in and out, relentlessly driving her on. She threw her head from side to side, crying and moaning as I kept stabbing her with my tongue, her nectar streaming past my mouth, down my chin and onto the floor. Writhing high above the floor, suspended in midair, she looked like a victim trapped in a spider web of black leather. Still pumping my now dripping cock, Mistress released my swollen balls to slide her hand into the valley between my parted buttocks and finger my puckered sphincter. Her voice was barely audible as she tickled my ear with her lips. "I've been looking forward to this.' With that, she shoved her forefinger deep inside of me. With a loud cry, I thrust my hips forward, sending more shocks waves through my tortured nipples and driving my throbbing cock deeper into her grip as I tried desperately tried to escape her invading finger. Since I still had my head buried between Erika's thighs, my scream sent my trainer into another series of violent spasms, thrashing against the restraining straps. As the suspended girl twisted and turned in the harness, I kept my tongue active, licking her slit, flicking the button at the top before I tried to sink the tip back between her squirming lips. "Playing with this big penis of yours while I'm reaming you out - I love it.' Mistress forced her finger farther inside, impaling me, screwing it in as far as she could, brushing against the side of my prostrate. I gasped and squirmed as she tickled it, sending the weight hanging off the end of my projecting hard-on into another series of wildly gyrating movements. Her warm breath washing over me, she chuckled in my ear. I could feel I was getting close as she kept stroking my cock, now slick with pre-cum as she paused periodically to gather the slippery juice from the oozing bulb to smear it along the length of my shaft. On my tongue, Erika crested once more, a succession of involuntary tremors surging through her body as she gave in to yet another orgasm. Finally finished, she was gasping for air as she lay in the swing, utterly exhausted. I caught my own breath as I stood there, her sweet fluid dripping off my face onto the floor between my feet. My hips had a mind of their own, moving back and forth trapped between Mistress Shannon's hands, the forefinger of one hand deep in my ass while she pumped my leaking cock with her other. "Now that you've drained her pussy, it's time for you to devote your talented tongue elsewhere." Elsewhere? I froze as she kept working her finger in and out of my rectum. "Erika, slide lower." The motionless girl roused herself and lilted her hips, showing me her crinkled sphincter. "Service her, Bill." Taking a deep breath, I nuzzled my nose into my trainer's leaking crotch and licked experimentally. I was surprised to catch a faint whiff of grapefruit. Erika moaned softly and slumped lower in the harness, spreading her knees even farther apart in order to give me better access. Warming to my task, I stiffened my tongue and forced the tip inside. Her flesh easily gave way and I started to plunge deeper inside, setting a steady rhythm that matched the one that Mistress was using on me. She'd coordinated her efforts so that her pumping fist squeezed the base of my cockshaft at the same time her forefinger was jammed deep into my butt. When she withdrew her finger, twisting and turning on the way out, she slid her tight grip up my throbbing pole until she reached the leather collar snuggled against the straining knob. Using a slow, deliberate pace, Mistress kept me right on the edge of a mammoth orgasm. As Erika began to thrust her upturned ass into my stabbing tongue, I could hear her breath grow shallow and ragged. When she grunted and spurted a somewhat weaker discharge from her open pussy, I knew she'd reached another climax. As her sweet juice splashed against my forehead, running down my face and into my eyes and dripping off my chin, I wondered if my trainer would ever run out of fluid. "Very good." I paused for a moment, catching my breath and relishing the steady pumping Mistress Shannon was giving my drooling cock. Erika was gasping for air, just beginning to come down from the most recent pinnacle of passion. I was panting as well, trying to make the most of the maddeningly slow pace of the standing woman's fist, by thrusting my hips forward, swinging the heavy sinker between my legs as I shoved my swollen log farther into Mistress' grasp. Suddenly, she stopped, her forefinger pressed against my prostrate and her fist jammed into my balls, her grip tight around the base of my shaft. Leaning closer, she whispered in my ear, her voice low and husky. "Don't stop now, Bill. Make her cum again." Nodding silently, I bent my neck and plunged my stiff tongue into Erika's dribbling pussy. Surprisingly, she jerked and moaned loudly under my attack, trying desperately to close her muscular thighs and twist away from me. "No! Please stop! Please! Let me rest! Just for a minute." With her finger still shoved deep into my rectum, Mistress Shannon slowly began pumping my seeping cock again. Leaning so close that I could feel the heat from her body, she purred in my ear. "Ignore her, Bill. Make her cum again." I didn't dare disobey Mistress, despite my trainer's protests. After jamming my tongue deep inside the squirming girl, I concentrated on the rigid nub extending from the top of her puffy lips, flicking the shiny metal bar against her erect button. With the thick leather straps holding her sleek legs well apart, she had no defense for my relentless tongue, and it didn't take long before another wave of shuddering tremors swept through her body. As the clear liquid spewed from between her open crotch and drenched my face, I kept licking, coming up for air only when necessary. Erika was drifting down from her latest high when Mistress eased her forefinger out of my ass, still slowly stroking my hard-on. I had just started to catch my breath, but was jolted by her renewed attack on my bare butt. As I squirmed, trying to evade her furious assault, she tightened her grip on my throbbing pole and rained blow after blow down on my defenseless ass. Tears streamed down my face, mixed with the residual fluid from Erika that still glistened there and dripped onto the carpet below. "Again." I assumed that she meant I was to drive my trainer on to another climax, so I did my best to ignore the ruthless whacks she was delivering to my backside. Spearing Erika with my tongue, I was greeted with only feeble protests as I followed the leather clad woman's orders. Brushing aside her weak cries, I concentrated on her stiff clit, running the tip of my tongue back and forth unmercifully as I worked to bring her back up to the heights of passion. Violent convulsions wracked her trim body. Her hips rose and fell, again and again, making it difficult for me to keep my tongue active between her legs. She groaned and spurted a comparatively small amount of fluid, right into my left eye. Blinded, I blinked furiously as I continued to flip the genital bar back and forth against her rigid button. Limp and exhausted, she collapsed into the harness as swung from the ceiling. Gulping air, I straightened up as much as the tether to my neck collar would allow, trying to stretch my lower back muscles. Although she still leisurely pumped my hard-on, Mistress had stopped flailing away at my buttocks, watching my ruthless attack on the defenseless girl suspended in front of me. Leaning close enough that her erect nipples brush my arm, she whispered. "Once more, Bill. I think she has one more climax left, and we want her completely drained."' Taking a deep breath, I ducked my head back between the whimpering girl's thighs, lightly running the tip of my tongue along the yielding cleft of her pussy. She shivered, moaning softly. With her fist still wrapped her hand around the shaft of my swollen log, Mistress Shannon started tapping my ass with the riding crop, first on the upper curve of the already flaming cheeks, and then moving lower, sliding into the valley between them, centering the leather tip directly on my puckered hole. I winced as each blow landed, trying not to pull away, but leaving my uncovered sphincter an easy target for the crop. "No more. Please. No more." Erika was clearly beyond any coherent resistance and I kept my weary tongue active, reaming her drooling hole and flicking the bar back and forth against her prominent clit. Behind me, Mistress directed her stinging taps lower still, reaching up between my wide-open thighs to strike the vulnerable underside of my tightly bound balls. Try as I might to resist it, the repeated rapping onto one of my most sensitive areas set my hips in motion, thrusting against the tight grip she had on my cockshaft. Despite the heavy weight swinging wildly from the cock collar, I could feel the rising urgency inside of me. Mistress must have felt it too since she released my bloated shaft, leaving me to pump my dripping cock into the air, slinging the lead sinker back and forth between my legs as I tried desperately to find any resistance so I could cum. "You look so cute, humping the air with your big penis." She kept tapping between my ass cheeks, lightly striking my bound balls as I brought Erika to yet another series of trembling orgasms. My trainer barely moved. The only way I could tell she was climaxing was by the reflexive movement of her hips, and the sudden spurt of clear liquid that jetted from between her thighs. As she eased back down, I paused to catch my breath, panting heavily as I stopped thrusting my dripping rod into the air. The prone girl continued to moan, letting her head flop loosely from side to side. Mistress halted her riding crop and sidled up next to me, pressing the stiff points of her nipples into my arm. Looking down at my pulsing hard-on, she gently took hold of my cockhead, circling the engorged bulb and running the pad of her thumb back and forth across the gaping slit, bringing me right back to the edge of a tremendous ejaculation. I gasped as she continued to fondle me, leaning close to purr in my ear. "I think one more time will be enough." I glanced at her as she tapped my balls with the riding crop. Smiling at me, the masked brunette tilted her head toward the defenseless girl, suspended in the air. My thighs were quaking. My jaw ached. My ass cheeks were blazing from crop and my throbbing nipples felt like they were about to be pinched off. But I nodded and leaned back between Erika's thighs as Mistress Shannon released her grip on my rigid pole. WVC Ch. 22: Training 02 Sneaking a quick peek down to my crotch, I saw that my jutting cock was completely engorged, the thick veins standing out along the sides of my stalk, and the rounded bulb deep purple. As the lead sinker swung back and forth, I stuck my sore tongue into my trainers' open crevice. She moaned, but made no attempt to resist my intrusion, actually raising her hips up slightly to offer me better access into her crotch. Lightly, Mistress ran her fingertip across the taut skin of my cockhead, teasing me as she punctuated the silence with an occasional smack against my ass cheeks. With her eyes closed, Erika rolled her head as I serviced her, the moans growing louder as passion welled up inside of her. A tremendous spasm rippled through her torso and she cried out, shoving her yielding lips against my stiff tongue and delivering one last spurt into my mouth. And then she collapsed. I wasn't sure she was still conscious as she lay there, completely limp in the leather swing. "Well done, Bill." Mistress put the riding crop aside and stretched, arching her back and thrusting her marvelous breasts out toward me. Ignoring the exhausted girl, she unbuckled the straps around my neck that had held me between Erika's thighs. Then, she turned me to the side and so she could release the clip from my left nipple. I gasped as the rush of blood back into the tortured buds was exquisitely painful. With a twinkle in her green eyes, the tall brunette freed the other captured bud before bending over to bathe one, and then the other with her tongue. I winced as she lapped at them, taking them tenderly between her lips. Watching her full breasts sway freely beneath her torso, the dark red nipples puckered with excitement and wildly erect, I flinched again as she sucked my tender buttons into her mouth as she continued to alternate between them. I could feel the electric current running directly from those rigid nubs to my stiff cock as she nipped them lightly with her teeth. With her mouth still feasting on my sensitive buttons, she reached down and grasped my trembling hard-on. Gently, without looking, she unsnapped the leather collar, letting the sinker and the strap fall to the floor. Freed from the restraint, my cock jerked up toward the ceiling, urgently seeking another kind of release. Finally lifting her lips from my chest, she glanced down at my crotch, watching my erection twitch insistently as she lightly ran her fingertips up and down, tracing the heavily veined shaft. "Your penis really wants to cum, doesn't it?" I didn't have to answer. The dripping log sticking straight from between my thighs was enough of a reply. With one last caress, she let go of my hard-on and stepped behind me to release the cuffs binding my wrists. As I tried to rub life back into them, Mistress Shannon knelt between my feet and freed my ankles from the spreader bar. Stiffly, I took a couple of experimental steps, my oozing rod swinging freely as I tried to return normal circulation to my limbs. With her hands on her hips, she smiled as she watched me walk. "You may go now, Bill. I will see to Erika." Clearly, I was being dismissed. I had expected a chance to talk with my trainer, but that was not to happen tonight. As I turned to exit, I glanced at the lifeless girl, suspended in the leather straps, the puffy lips between her thighs wet and shiny from my saliva and her moist recent discharge. Mistress didn't move, waiting for me to leave. Smiling tightly, I padded across the carpeted room, my erect cock projecting out before me, waving back and forth with each step. After closing the heavy door behind me, I retrieved my robe from the hook on the wall and trudged upstairs, not even bothering to put it on. I changed back into my street clothes, stuffing my swollen pole into my pants with great difficulty before I headed back to campus. Walking back to my dorm with an enormous bulge between my legs was an ordeal, but I made it. And I was so exhausted I didn't discover the e-mail message from the Art Department until the following morning.