****** Three Lessons by Razi ******
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Three Lessons


A small quote from the author if I may be so bold... "Judge me not because I
choose to love with my whole heart. It is in giving of myself that I grow.
Better that I find the gates of heaven through your touch, then walk this road
alone."

Please do not post elsewhere without the permission of the author.


Susan had feelings that she knew were different. Feelings that she was ashamed
of. How could she ever let anyone know that she secretly had a desire to be
dominated? She wanted to find that special someone to let into the most
intimate part of her soul. Ever since she was a little girl and had to be tied
down to a table at a doctor's office in order to receive an injection she knew.
She knew that she wanted it to happen again and again. She felt so secure when
that kind of force was used. She would regularly pretend to throw a fit in
hopes that someone some where would say it had to be done 'for her own good'.
She regularly poured through all of the magazines that showed girls bound and
gagged. She even bought some whips and cuffs just to have the smell of leather
wafting about her.

After looking over a magazine one day and scouring through the personal ads she
saw one that caught her eye. There was a meeting being held in her hometown at
a club. The topic of discussion was what makes us what we are. She phoned the
club to make sure there was still space available and was glad when she was
told that there was no restriction on how many could attend. The day finally
came and Susan jumped into her car and drove to the club. She was a little late
and the speaker had just started as she arrived. She quietly slipped into the
room and noticed him watching her as she found a seat near the back. She felt
like a fish out of water, everyone around her looked different than she. Some
leather clad, some in lace and some with nothing at all on but a collar, cuffs
and a leash, that usually lead to the hand of another. The speaker cleared his
voice and began to speak again.

"There is a common thread that makes 'us' what we are. It is neither a love of
pain nor the love of inflicting it. It is not about being a control freak nor
is it about the desire to be controlled. It is about love; in its purest
simplest form, no complication, and no expectations just love. Many of us have
known from early childhood that we required a different level of loving, and
some here today are just now realizing that there is so much more available to
us than what society has deemed normal. But I ask each of you here today; is it
normal to shame someone for the color of his or her skin? Is it normal to
distrust someone solely based on his or her economic status? Is it normal to
believe that we all must look like supermodels? Society says that it is not
acceptable to put labels on people because of what they look like or where they
come from. That it is not politically correct to expect more from someone than
what they are willing to give and that we are not to judge anyone based on
color, race or creed. Let me remind you that these so together people are the
same ones that call us freaks, because we choose to love outside their norm.
Tell me what is normal about keeping sex missionary and in the bedroom? Did not
Adam and Eve frolic freely in the Garden of Eden? And when did that change for
them? It changed when someone or something told them it was wrong to do it!
These are the same people who appear on television preaching every Sunday love
thy neighbor as thyself and then go out and do the opposite. Don't get me wrong
here folks, they love thy neighbor alright as long as it is a five dollar
hooker who promises she won't tell!"

The room filled with laughter as he spoke that last line and Susan blushed as
his eyes looked right at her again. She seemed to get lost in his stare as he
continued to speak.

"At least we, for the most part, are honest. Not necessarily honest to a fault,
but this is because we have become sensitive to the vanillin viewpoint. We have
no more the desire to embarrass them as we do to embarrass ourselves. How many
of you have tried to explain our lifestyle to a vanilla and be scorned
ridiculed or judged? How many of you just keep silent because experience has
taught you it is better to do so? How many of you have been told that you are
abused, because your Masters or Mistresses discipline you? And how many of you
are sick to death of being scorned? I have had the pleasure of teaching many
subs in my time and I do not feel that any were abused at my hand. I ask no
more of them than I know they can handle and I take no more than I know they
are willing to give. I am only human and have made mistakes, but unlike many
vanilla men I have chosen to learn from them and not go through life repeating
them with woman after woman, leaving a trail of scars that time will never
heal. In conclusion I would like to say, whether in the closet or out, be proud
of who you are, make no excuses for what you feel, and love to the best of your
ability. Thank you."

The room resonated with applause as the speaker took his leave from the podium.
As the clapping started to mellow Susan could hear music coming from the floor
of the club. She wanted to stay, but she still felt unsure if her feelings were
in fact real. She decided to duck out the back using the same exit as the
speaker. She walked to the door and slipped into the dark hallway that led to
an emergency exit lit up only by the sign that hung above it. The sound of her
heels echoed and as she reached the door and placed her hand on the handle a
voice came from the darkness.

" Leaving already?"

Susan turned and strained her eyes against the darkness. She could hear
footsteps approaching her and as he neared the dim light his silhouette came
into her view.

"I, umm, didn't want to intrude."

He could hear the shaking in her voice.

"There is no intrusion, if you know how to behave. You don't strike me as the
type to invade on a scene?"

He knew she would not. She was too shy and unsure of herself and this place.

"No never. I'm not dressed approp.." He cut her off.

"You look fine. Dom or sub?"

"Pardon?" Susan was confused by his question.

"Are you a Dom or a sub?"

"I'm not sure. I don't know." She strained and squinted trying to make out the
features of his face.

"Do you have a desire be the controller or the controlled?" The question was
simple enough.

"I want to be controlled." Susan couldn't try to see his face anymore. She was
looking at the floor in front of her.

"Do you need to be controlled?" His voice was changing somehow.

"Yes. I mean I think so. I know I want to be. Is it not the same?"

"I don't think it is. Do you want to find out?" He was hoping she would say
yes.

"I think so." Susan was feeling a deep pit in her stomach it was the kind she
used to get when she would throw her fits as a little girl. She hadn't felt it
in so long she actually had almost forgotten it.

"Then take my hand. You will be my guest this evening. We will go out on the
floor and you can judge for yourself." He extended his hand to her. She raised
hers and then started to place it into his. Something made her pull away.

"I don't know, maybe I shouldn't."

"The choice is yours. I will not ask you to do anything I promise. I will
simply be your guide into a world of ecstasy. You can watch and then decide if
this is what you need."

"Okay then," she placed her hand in his and he held it firmly. Susan was
already feeling safe with him. "What's your name?"

"My name is Jordan Belanger, but this evening you may call me Sir. What is
yours?"

Susan cleared her throat. "Susan Walker."

"I am very pleased to meet you Susan Walker. Let's go have some fun."

He led her back through the door and across the auditorium. She was surprised
when she realized that she was in the company of the guest speaker of the
evening. His name was listed as Master B in the magazine. Jordan opened the
door to the club floor and extended his arm through it. "Ladies first."

"Where should we begin?" Susan looked back at him.

"Well how about we turn second to the right and fly straight on till morning!"

Susan laughed at his quote from Peter Pan, although she did feel a bit like she
was just about to enter Never Never Land. She waited for him just inside the
door and when he joined her he again took her hand and led her to the center of
the floor. Susan was awestruck at the sights and the sounds and all the while
the smell of precious leather wafting at her nostrils.

To her left there was a male sub licking the boots of his Mistress as she
firmly paddled his ass. To her right a sprite of a girl being led around by a
chain connected to rings through her nipples and her clit. Before her on the
stage was another female slave covered in clothespins and begging that she be
allowed to cum for her Mistress as another female sub sucked and licked at her
clothespin covered pussy.

Everywhere Susan looked another scene as beautiful as the one before it.
Another slave being led around by a leash.

"Nothing can beat this," she thought to herself. "Nothing on this side of
heaven."

Susan had managed to forget that she didn't feel right about her dress, no one
seemed to really care. She had forgotten that she was unsure, for now she felt
as if finally she had come home. Jordan was smiling at her as he tapped her on
the shoulder.

"See anything interesting?"

"All of it! It's amazing! I love this!" Susan was working her way into frenzy
and Jordan knew that she was getting high from the sights.

"How about we go and sit down we can talk for a while?"

"Sure." Susan wasn't even looking in his direction as she said it, but walked
obediently behind him as he pulled her by the hand. When they arrived at a free
table he scooted her in toward the wall. They talked for a long time, and then
the announcer hitting the microphone on the stage to get everyone's attention
again distracted Susan.

"Okay let's get this show on the road."

Susan watched in anticipation as the auction began. Everyone seemed to have an
ample supply of play money to try and purchase whomever it was that caught his
or her eye. Jordan was occupied in a rather intense conversation with a very
beautiful woman. Susan knew from her attire that she was a Domme. She seemed
angry with Jordan and stomped off in a huff.

"Sorry about that Susan. Mistress Lydia used to belong to me, I found out that
she was secretly Domming a couple of my slaves and I turned her away. Since she
has left me she has developed a rather large stable, but she is not satisfied
and keeps hounding me to give her one of the girls she was Domming. I will not
let her have her any cost. My subs are not for sale. However if they express a
desire to be elsewhere I am more than happy to let them go. If their hearts are
not mine fully and completely then they are better off."

"It's quite all right Sir. I don't need any explanation."

Jordan took Susan around the club once more and then escorted her to her car.

"I hope tonight was a pleasant experience for you Susan."

"It was that and more. I know what you meant earlier when you said is it
something you need."

She couldn't help but think he looked like an angel. The glow of the street
lamp seemed to flow around him, but not touch him. Susan was amazed at his
beauty.

"And is it something you need Susan?" he was curious. How could he not be? He
had many subs at his feet in many years, but none were ever as inexperienced as
she was. None had come to him free of conception of what a good Dom should do.
He was excited that she might very well allow him to be her first teacher.

"Yes Sir I think it may very well be. I wanted so badly to feel all that the
subs in the club were feeling. To get to the level they were at."

"Well Susan I guess this where we say good bye. It was a pleasure meeting you
and I hope you find what it is you want."

Jordan turned and started to walk away. He got about twenty feet away from her
when she couldn't hold back. She didn't know why, but she trusted him. She
didn't want to, but she needed him. The sound of her voice crying out to him
startled her. She had heard it in her head, but she never expected it to pass
her lips.

"WAIT!" Jordan turned and looked at her. He knew where this was going. "I don't
want to go home! I want to be with you! Please!"

He walked back to her.

"Get in the car Susan."

She started to open the driver's door, disappointed that he had not accepted
her.

"No the other side."

She looked into his deep brown eyes and she walked around the car and entered
the passenger side. Jordan slid himself into the driver's seat and adjusted it.
They sat in silence for a few moments and then Jordan again began to speak.

"Do you understand what it is you have just said to me Susan?"

"Yes Sir I do."

"Do you know that it comes with a price?"

"Yes."

"Do you understand that if I take you with me, there is no turning back. You
will not be able to forget it if you decide it is not what you want, it will
still burn a hole into your soul for the rest of your days."

"Yes I understand it. I want this. I need this."

"Do you realize that I will push you. I will tie you down and take what I need,
while I supply what it is you do?"

"Yes. Please I understand." Just him saying that he would tie her down made
that pit come back again. She could feel herself getting more excited by the
minute. Jordan decided to test her. He had no time for game players nor did he
want them in his bed or his life.

"Remove your panties Susan."

"Sir?"

"You say that you want me. You say that you need me. I can bring you to the
gates of heaven or to the depths of hell, but only if you can comply with what
I say. Remove your panties."

Susan readily complied and she was surprised at how wet she was. Jordan started
the car and sped away. As he drove he reached across the seat and pulled her
skirt up to her waist. He ran his hand along the inside of her thigh and gently
rubbed it over her clit. Susan moaned quietly as he did. He replaced his hand
on the steering wheel and said, "Now I want you to make yourself come. I want
to see how obedient you are."

Susan knew that this was going to be a problem. She wanted to comply, but she
had something to tell him first. "I have never been able to do that Sir. I have
masturbated many times, but I can never bring myself to orgasm."

"Just try Susan. Try for me."

Susan didn't see the sense, but she did not want to disappoint him either. She
spread her pussy open to ease her access to her clit, she massaged it slowly at
first and then quicker and more firmly. She ran her finger up and down her slit
and was shocked to feel how wet she was becoming. She pushed her finger inside
her pussy and began to fuck her very lonely hole. She was beginning to find
herself lost in her thoughts when Jordan's voice woke her.

"Three fingers Susan." She immediately pushed three fingers into her now
dripping cunt and her breath became heavier by the second.

"You have a very pretty pussy Susan. I would like to see more of it though, I
think you should shave off all of that hair and show off your hot little cunt
don't you?"

Jordan didn't expect much of a response. Susan's moans were increasing in
volume and he was sure he would have her coming before too long.

"Pinch your clit Susan, then stroke it like a little dick. Are you wet Susan?
Are you excited? Would you like something bigger and harder in your tight slimy
hole?"

"Yes. Oh God yes please!" Susan couldn't believe it as she experienced her
first orgasm through masturbation. She howled as wave after wave hit her. The
cum seemed to pour out of her like milk. It pooled on the seat below her.
Jordan was happy to see that she had such a responsive body and had it not been
for the busy city streets he would have stopped the car and fucked her right
there.

"Look at the mess you've made Susan. I think you'd better try to clean it up."

Susan knew what he wanted and she greedily licked the slime from her fingers.

"All of it Susan. I want you to eat all of it."

Susan scooped the juice off of the leather seat and licked it off of her
fingers too. Jordan was pleased and reached over and rubbed her cheek.

"Take your blouse off now."

Susan didn't bat an eye as she did what he asked. She was wearing a white sheer
bra that allowed Jordan to see her breasts through it.

"Good girl."

He pulled into a driveway.

"This is my house Susan. Get out of the car and wait."

Susan got out of the car and stood close to the door. Jordan turned off the
ignition and waited leaving her vulnerable and exposed. He then got out and
headed for the door. Susan started to follow him but he turned her back.

"Lesson one do not come until I call you, now you will stay there until I am
ready for you."

He walked into the house and closed the door. Susan could have jumped in the
car and driven off, the keys were still in the ignition, but something made her
stay there waiting. Five minutes passed and the door opened.

"Now you can come in Susan."

She quickly walked to the door and went inside. She had expected to see whips
and shackles every where, but it looked like any other house in America. She
had a disappointed look on her face.

"Something wrong?"

"No Sir I just thought it would look different."

"It will look different soon enough. I have laid some things out for you in the
bathroom. I'm sure you will know what I expect when you get there. It is up the
stairs and to the left. Go now and report back to me when you are done."

Susan headed up the stairs and found the bathroom with ease. On the vanity were
shaving cream and three razors. She started the shower gathered up the items
and stepped inside. She shaved off all of her pubic hair and then shaved her
legs and pits as well. Once satisfied with their smoothness she washed herself
and then got out. She dried herself off and looked for something to put on.
There was nothing.

Susan returned to find Jordan sitting in the living room. She walked over to
him and stood in front of him. He spoke. "Lesson two, You will kneel at all
times in my presence unless I instruct you otherwise."

Susan dropped to her knees.

"Do you still want this Susan? Do you still want to give me control?"

"Yes Sir more now than ever."

Jordan knew what had to come next. He knew that he had to make her want him
more than she had ever wanted anything before now. He rose from his seat and
took her by the hand. He led her through the kitchen and down into the basement
of the house. At the bottom of the stairs there was a door with a huge lock
upon it. Jordan reached into his pocket and pulled out a key and proceeded to
open the door. He pulled Susan inside and had her sit on an old wooden stool.
She sat there silently as Jordan puttered around. He returned to where she sat
and stroked her long brown hair. He traced his fingers down her arms and then
firmly grabbed her wrists. He pulled them up and placed them behind her head
and let them go. Susan kept them there. Jordan placed a leather cuff on each.
He then returned her hands to their position on her thighs as he walked around
to the front of the chair. He dangled two more cuffs in front of her and then
placed them on her ankles. Once satisfied he began to trace up her body with
his fingers causing goosebumps to form. Susan shuddered under his light touch.
Once he reached he face he held it in one hand, at the chin and planted a firm
long kiss on her mouth. When the kiss had broken Susan felt as if her tongue
was on fire, a fire that left a slow trickle, dripping into her soul. Jordan
next placed a collar on her neck and attached a small sliver leash to it. He
tugged on the leash and Susan quickly stood. He pulled her across the floor to
a table and had her lie on it. He attached her cuffs to two hooks at the head
of the table and her feet to two at the opposite end. He then picked a light
flogger off the wall and stood over her.

"This is for your own good Susan. It is not a punishment. This will help me
gauge the depth of your need."

He raised the flogger and struck first her left breast and then her right. Her
nipples already hard from the excitement she felt seemed to jut out farther
than ever before and the sensation from their strain made her cry out. Again he
struck and again she cried out. He repeated the process over and over until her
breasts were crimson. He then lowered his mouth to her breast and taunted each
nipple with his tongue. Susan was already straining against her bonds trying to
raise her hips to him. He pushed her hips down to the table and ordered her to
be still.

He placed his hand on her sex and said, "What's this? You're so wet already?"

He used his fingers to spread open the folds of skin that protected her swollen
clit. As the cold air found it throbbed. Susan wanted to thrust up into his
hand, but was determined to abide by his word. Jordan pulled his hand away and
again kissed Susan on the mouth. He raised the flogger again and as Susan
braced herself for more strikes upon her chest he surprised her by landing
three quick slaps upon her exposed naked pussy.

Susan yelled out "Oh God!" and Jordan knew she was ready. He shoved two fingers
into her and pumped them with fever.

"What's the matter, little slut? Your pussy can't handle it can it Susan? Look
at you all hot and bothered and I've barely even touched you! You want my cock
in there don't you slut? You want me to ram my big thick cock into you don't
you?"

"Yes! Yes! Please fuck me please!"

"Your tiny little pussy couldn't handle my cock slut. I think we need to
stretch it first."

Jordan then plunged a third finger and then a fourth into her. Susan was now
bucking hard against him.

"Please! Please! Fuck me! Please!" Susan was screaming. She had never wanted
anyone so badly; she would give him anything, she would do anything. Jordan
couldn't wait any longer. He wanted to claim her. He wanted to feel the walls
of her pussy clenching tightly around his cock. His need was strong and he did
not want to go through the pains of removing Susan from the table. He freed his
ever straining cock and mounted her a top the table. He pressed his body firmly
against hers as he entered her. Susan begged him for more. She couldn't help
herself. She loved the fullness of his cock. He thrust hard into her and as
each landed a yelp of pain and pleasure escaped her. She told him that she was
going to come. He responded in a hoarse voice, "No Susan not yet. Wait. Wait
until I tell you that you can."

He thrust in and out; quickly and then slowly. He could feel the walls of her
pussy begin to go into spasm. Jordan knew she was ready for release. He knew
that in time she would better learn self-control.

"Now Susan. Come for me now!"

Susan let go and came with fury. The liquid Jordan had witnessed in the car did
not begin to compare to that which was now flowing from her. Despite the grand
orgasm, Susan did not seem ready for this session to end.

"Don't stop Sir please! Fuck me!"

Jordan wanted to take her ass. There was more than enough lubrication there
from Susan's cunt that he knew he wouldn't need anymore. He didn't know if she
had ever taken a cock in her ass and he frankly didn't care. He pulled out of
her and positioned his cock at her anus. He thrust once hard into it and her
scream near deafened him. He paused as her sphincter tightened around his
shaft. He was half way in and had no intention of turning back. As she relaxed
her thrust into her again. This time there was no scream, but another moan
followed by a low, "Please stretch my ass Sir. I want you to teach me how to
please you."

Jordan attacked the ass with force. He plunged in an out each time ball deep.
He told her he was going to come and she begged him to fill her with his sweet
jism. He refused her, not because he didn't like the idea of filling her ass
with his load, but because if he did then he would be letting her control him
and that was just not going to happen. As his orgasm mounted he withdrew his
cock and sprayed it over Susan's still dripping cunt. Jordan dismounted the
table and massaged it all over her pussy and tits.

"Look at my little slut. You are in such a pretty mess. Lesson three Susan, I
take what it is I want, even in protest. Do you understand this?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good girl Susan. Now you may call me Master."

Susan smiled as she answered, "Yes Master."


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