A Lesson Learned (Closed to Luna_Wolf72)

[Sasha25]

"Most everyone has played with ice. I figured we could start there. This candle is low heat. If you tolerate that well enough, we will move up to the regular ones. I plan on switching from one to the other on various places. When I ask you to describe what you feel, please do so. Concise sentences, so that I can gauge your reactions."

I nodded. I loved ice cubes. I had one girlfriends who had decided to try ice on me, and I adored it. Not only did I love the cold feeling, but seeing the beads of water on my skin, and her, was amazing.

I looked down as Lorena made an inverted cross on my skin. I trembled from the first rush of cold, but then I mewled pleasure. I could feel the drops of water run down my skin. The feeling went right to my sex, which was already primed and was ready to go into overdrive.

And it did when she touch the ice to my nipples. I let my head go back and banged it softly on the wall as I whimpered. I tugged a little on my restraints. God, it was delicious. I didn't make loud sounds yet, but I was loving it. If Lorena liked my responses, she wasn't showing it, and I was barely watching.

"Open you legs please."

I barely managed to do so, as the pleasure from my nipples was still intense. I squealed as she slide the cold cube into my sex.

"Close your legs and tighten your walls, so that it does not fall out."

I locked my legs together, but I wasn't sure how tight I could become, focusing on closing myself inside. I shivered from the coldness, feeling the solid cube shirk and turned to cool wetness.

"How do you feel? Are you comfortable? Shall I continue?"

"Yes, please." I breathed huskily. "I love this so far." I bite my lip. I knew it would get more intense, perhaps even a little scary, but I was incredibly aroused. I thought I say a flash in her eye, but it could have been from the guttering candle.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Her quiet words left absolutely no doubts concerning her love of cold and ice. I made a check mark on my mental list of acceptable play and nodded. The next two things were NOT for everyone. Candle wax stings and pulls when it hardens and is removed. Feathers are either an intense love or a hatred. I decided to layer the sensations. That way she could feel both of them.

With a nod to show that I had received her words, I moved to the table and picked up the large turkey feather and the guttering candle. I held an object in each hand and returned to my previous position. Settling myself took but a moment and then I was ready to begin. I started with the candle.

Tilting it slightly, I allowed the melted wax to drip onto the top of one pale breast. Little blobs of running warmth struck cool flesh and held there, hardening quickly. When I finished, her breast was covered in little dabs of white wax. The pale peachy pink of her nipple poked out through the white. I couldn't help it. I smiled. She looked....lovely. My other hand took over then and darted to the underside of that same breast. I stroked the flesh there, softly, over and over. Never varying the degree of pressure or the amount of contact

My eyes glanced to her face but I could see that she was focused. 'Good. She is thinking and not just responding.'

I repeated the process~ candle then feather~ on the opposite breast. Her body jerked a time or two in the restraints but I don't think she noticed. Subtle things showed her enjoyment~flushed cheeks, rapid breathing, dilated pupils. Amanda wasn't sure if she liked either sensation, but her body had already voted yes. I placed a mental check mark beside the wax idea and decided to go no further with the candle, at least not while she was standing. With nary a word, I turned and placed the candle on the table.

"Open your legs for me, please. Time to try the feather elsewhere."

She moved automatically. I liked that, a lot, but I said nothing. Instead my left hand darted forward to spread the top of her nether lips apart, exposing the sensitive nubbin of flesh that her hood couldn't quite hide. I used the feather there. Tip only, on that itty bitty bundle of nerves. The feather swooped, circled, stroked. I could feel her hips giving little jerks, almost in tandem with each movement. Finally, I stopped, stepped back.

"How do you feel? Which felt better to you~the feather or the wax? Do they compare favorably with the ice?"

 

[Sasha25]

"How do you feel? Which felt better to you~the feather or the wax? Do they compare favorably with the ice?"

Mymind was incredibly muddled. My body throbbed, and ached and trembled in so many ways it was hard to process. My breasts sill pulsed with heat and the burning of the wax. My sex was still tingling with the touch of the feather.

"I... God... holy..." I tried to say something coherent, but I couldn't. She tried hard to gather herself, so as not to make Lorena impatient. Lorena was watching, almost searchingly. This was a test for sensation and Lorena wanted to know details. It took me a minute to process the sensations. Pain, slight but real. It prevented me from being ticked too much by the feather. It was intense, all of it.

"I really liked the wax, the slight burned." I moaned at the memory of it, the I tried to look down at my breasts, which wasn't easy with my arms bound and my breasts small. I saw a few of the white drips. I blurted out with a hiss," I feel so sexy right now."

Lorena's eyes didn't leave mine, or react in any way. She wanted more. I gathered myself again.

"I didn't like the feather as much. It was nice, but I think the intensity of the wax prevent me from feeling the tickle. Maybe that was the point." I had to take a breath. I was losing a little control, overwhelmed by everything so far. I clenched my fists, as my wrists were held. I thought "mountain" to regain some calmness inside. I didn't want to stop, but I needed to relax just a little so I could process properly.

"The hot wax and the ice, would be perfect together, I think." I said quietly. It was then I realized that she had tickled my clit for a full few moments. "I wasn't as affect by the feather on my clit, because I was still thinking and loving the wax," I said honestly. "I liked the feather, but I loved the wax better."

Lorena's finally smile, apparently satisfied. My arms were getting a little stiff and sore, and my body was craving more attention and also release. I had only been this aroused one or twice previously in my life.

Lorena turned away again, and I closed my eyes for a moment.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I listened as she cataloged her responses and why she thought she enjoyed one thing more than the other. I had planned on layering the two sensations so that she could have relief from just one feeling. However, her words showed me that I should have left the lightness of the feather for another time. I made a mental note and turned away, replacing the feather and picking up the little spur like wheel.

"This is a wartenberg wheel. The points are very sharp and the feeling is like being jabbed with very sharp needles if one presses too hard. I won't press hard. I just want to check your responses."

I moved to her side and then knelt so that I was looking up at her. The wheel felt best on thinner skin~the shin, over the ribs, beneath the breast, along the collar bone. Those places where bones pressed upward and there was no muscle to protect it. With one firm press, I set the wheel on the top of her foot and pushed it upward in a straight line, until I reached her knee. I circled there and retreated, pulling the wheel back to it's starting place.

I had been concentrating so hard that her scent caught me by surprise when I shifted closer. There was wetness trailing along her inner thighs. I grinned slightly and removed the wheel. Moving sideways on my knees, I placed myself just before her and applied the wheel to her other foot and began moving it. At the same time, my head darted forward to capture slightly sweet moisture with my tongue. I did not touch her woman place, only her inner thigh, but I heard the moan and felt the movement.

"Hold still, Amanda. If you jerk around, I could accidentally puncture the skin."

With those words, I completed the movement of the wheel along her shin and knee and then stood. The wheel began a journey over her hip bone and up over her ribs. The marks it left behind looked like little red pin pricks. I loved it. Eventually, I drug the wheel over her nipple and stopped.

"Did that hurt? Do you need release? How did it feel?"

My eyes focused on hers as the hand that didn't hold the little silver wheel meandered down between her thighs and cupped the warm wetness there.

 

[Sasha25]

"This is a wartenberg wheel. The points are very sharp and the feeling is like being jabbed with very sharp needles if one presses too hard. I won't press hard. I just want to check your responses."

The sound I made when I saw the wheel sounded like a moan, but it certainly wasn't from pleasure. The think looked scary. I had never seen something like it before and the instinctive part of my brain though I was going to be pricked and bled. I let Lorena's words sink in.

As she knelt, I lost sight of everything except her head as my chin hit my chest. I squealed as I felt the pricking wheel touch my foot and start to move. I expected to feel the warmth of blood on my skin, but I didn't. I could only feel the heat grow between my legs. Did I like pain? MY body was screaming that it did, while my mind reeled from the idea.

I felt more and more as she moved slowly, almost maddening slow up my legs, then in the middle of the pricks, I felt something warm and tender on my inner thigh. She must have tasted me. She knew how much I loved it. I cried out in pleasure and my torso shifted, but then came Lorena's warning voice.

"Hold still, Amanda. If you jerk around, I could accidentally puncture the skin."

I went rigid and it took the edge off my pleasure. I didn't want to be punctured, so I calmed myself and took all my effort not to move as the went all the way to my breast.

"Did that hurt? Do you need release? How did it feel?"

It took me a full minute to respond, not just because I felt her hand covering my sex, but because my mind was screaming a hundred things at once.

"I didn't think I would like that wheel after I saw it, but God, that was the best one yet. I want more of it. I want to come so much right now." I didn't want to admit that and seem weak, but I needed release more than I needed air. "I like pain." I said finally in a tiny voice, almost afraid of that the admission would mean.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

By now, I knew she was riding the edge. I needed to ease her back from it and get her focused on something else besides her body. A final squeeze to soft woman flesh, finger slipping just inside moistened nether lips to stroke along the slit, and then I stopped. Too many sensations would put her over, and an orgasm just now would be painful in it's intensity.

"You may like that pain but there are others. My aim is to find out which one's you love, which one's you will tolerate and which one's you hate."

I moved closer, and reached up to undo the cuffs that held her shackled to the wall. Her skin was hot, flushed and I could feel the tiny little tremors that shook her slender frame.
She had definitely enjoyed her time here, though I was sure she wouldn't dig the second part nearly as much.

"Ok Amanda. Time for you to stretch out on the table."

I pointed to the massage table placed by the wall off to her left.

"Putting wax on is fun. Removing it? Fun for me. Not so much fun for you."

Once she had her balance, I gave her a little push and turned away to retrieve my bowl of ice. After all, removing the wax would leave red marks behind, the ice would cool the burn and lessen the markings. I reached the massage table just as she got comfortable on her back. Then I got to work. Nails scraped the white wax away, plucking casually at each tiny blob. The marks were red, sometimes streaky and VERY pretty. I worked consistently and didn't stop scraping and plucking until nothing but redness remained.
Finally, I took two ice cubes and traced them over her skin, until both were completely melted.

"All right! You did very well, Amanda. Time for a shower, then you may dress. We will discuss what happens when you finish."

I gave her no chance to argue. Instead, I turned away and began gathering up the bits and pieces of our first mini scene. She would focus on bathing, but to make sure she did so I stopped at the door and called out, over my shoulder.

"No orgasm for you, not in the shower, not at home. Not tonight. We will discuss it when you are finished."

 

[Sasha25]

Lorena was certainly right. Wax felt much better going on than coming off. There wasn't that sweet, hot throbbing as she pulled off each piece. It felt more like ripping off a band-aid, but I could she was enjoying it. I squirmed and squealed and tried my hardest to stay still. That kind of pain dulled my arousal enough that I didn't feel out of control anymore.

The ice cubes were soothing, very soothing and I relaxed finally as I felt the rivulets of water fall of my breasts to the massage table. I closed my eyes for a moment. I felt so ALIVE. I felt like an object of pleasure. Lorena wasn't just testing me, I knew. She was enjoying ME. The though made me so excited, so sexy, I moaned rather abruptly.

"All right! You did very well, Amanda. Time for a shower, then you may dress. We will discuss what happens when you finish."

"No orgasm for you, not in the shower, not at home. Not tonight. We will discuss it when you are finished."

I turned back to hear the second statement, and I couldn't contain my disappointed. My arousal was dulled, not gone and I wanted an orgasm so badly. I turned quickly and wandered out of the play room and found the bathroom, turning the water on. Cold. I hated cold showers, but I needed to clear my head and focus.

I lingered a bit longer in the shower than I should have, washing but also thinking. We both enjoyed the evening's tests, that was sure. It was a lesson, but more than a lesson. Mid-thought my hand brushed my sex, but I quickly drew it away. No temptations.

Every lover I had been with in my life, I had been at least partly romantic with also. Some of those relationships were short, but I always started with dating first. I had never allowed myself to be touched like this in a casual way. Was it casual? No, it wasn't romantic, but it had a purpose, a direction. I was learning from Lorena, learning about the lifestyle and about myself.

I turned off the water and dried carefully, so I wouldn't drip on the way back to the playroom, and found my clothes to dress. I didn't see Lorena immediately, so I just stood there, my thoughts still flowing.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

While Amanda was getting clean and fighting against the temptation for release, I was busy cleaning up my play room. The scent of sex and need hung heavy in the air and it was VERY distracting. I cleaned off the stand that had held the various implements, sprayed the cuffs, picked up her clothes and set them on the edge of the table, after wiping it down with bleach water. Finally, when all had been set to rights and the room no longer smelled of abandoned sex play, I curled up in a chair and pulled out my note book.

Well, first time out was mostly a hit. She responded very well to the candle, the ice and the wheel. The feather was too light in the midst of all the other things happening. I should probably focus just on light sensations next time out.

I heard the door open and saw Amanda come striding out~ head up, body straight. I stayed seated, in the gloom of the corner and watched as she dressed. She showed no stiffness, no hesitation. That pleased me. I waited until she was completely covered and then cleared my throat.

"You look lovely. Come sit with me?"

I patted my lap and waited for her to do so.

 

[Sasha25]

"You look lovely. Come sit with me?"

Amanda padded over, having left her sandals by the door of the playroom, sitting down lightly in Lorena's lap. She noticed with a quick sniff that the scent of sex had been cleansed completely, leaving a sterile smell that rivaled most hospital. It was a little disconcerting, as if what had happened was slightly indecent and dirty. Amanda understood the need. Things should be hygienic.

There was something else, something attached to Amanda's old romantic ideas that stuck. Others had played and trained here. Amanda was probably one of a long line of subs that had been treated with ice and wax and the wheel. Despite the warmth of Lorena's lap, Amanda stiffened just a little and she closed her eyes.

Lorena told me yesterday to forget all these ideas. This is a class, learning about sexuality and submission and myself. I can't wall up again. Lorena wants to teach me. She likes me.

Amanda opened her eyes again and looked down at Lorena with a smile. She put her arms around Lorena neck and sat quietly. Her skin still throbbed where the wax had played and her sex still tingled with arousal.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I felt the stiffness as Amanda made herself comfortable. Momentary, there and gone. I wondered what caused it but did not pry. Once she learned more about herself and me, she would open up, she would share. I had no doubts about that, at all. So I waited, while she got control and once she slipped her slim arms round my neck, i cuddled her close and began to speak.

"First off, you did VERY well and I am quite pleased by your responses, your reactions, your way of behaving. I couldn't have asked for anything more. You gave me the information that I asked for, which I know was very disconcerting. All in all, I am very pleased with you."

I snuggled her close, brushing soft lips over her mouth and grinning.

"As for why I didn't allow you to get off, nor finish you myself? What we are building is more than sex. It is a lifestyle. A way of communicating and being...together. Not only that, but after an intense scene with very intense play...the orgasm itself can be painful. I don't relish the idea of you being hurt from something that should be fun."

More silence as I thought through the other things that needed expressed.

"Once you leave me this evening, I want you to journal your thoughts and impressions. I would also like you to refrain from getting off until the next time you see me. I may allow it then but I will be the one who does for you. Understand? While we are dealing, I do not share. Your physical and emotional well being are my responsibilities and I need to know that until we come to a mutual parting of the ways, you will give me those things without fail. An orgasm is mine to give. Thoughts?"

I waited then. Today had been very good. And the next time would be just that bit better. If she could wait, if she would try, if she would give me what I asked for.

 

[Sasha25]

"Once you leave me this evening, I want you to journal your thoughts and impressions. I would also like you to refrain from getting off until the next time you see me. I may allow it then but I will be the one who does for you. Understand? While we are dealing, I do not share. Your physical and emotional well being are my responsibilities and I need to know that until we come to a mutual parting of the ways, you will give me those things without fail. An orgasm is mine to give. Thoughts?"

I let Lorena's words wash over me. That she was happy with our first evening together made me glow. Not in the way that I had felt with girlfriends previously, or even a teacher. This was something more, something deeper inside. I weighed my words very carefully before I responded to Lorena. She was asking for honesty, completely honesty.

"I'm ready to completely trust you, with my body, my emotions, my mind and my orgasms. I know that's a lot to offer, and it might be very difficult at times. But I want you to know I'm putting all of me into this. I want to learn about the lifestyle, to be a part of it." I paused. Despite the honesty behind the words, they seemed a little trite and not enough.

I grasped Lorena's hand, the one that offered ice, and wax and the wheel and kissed the palm. Then I kissed the wrist. Then each of her fingers. I kept my eyes on hers as I did this, without blinking. I hoped the ferocity of my gaze added the appropriate force behind what I said. I released her hand, then chuckled.

"I'm going to need quite a few journals to write down everything that I hope that we will do together. I have a lot to write down for just tonight."

I dropped the smile from my face and looked serious. My heart raced a little, and I put my hands on her face, moving my thumbs lightly.

"I'm in. Completely."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

There was nothing to say after Amanda stated her intentions. And really, what could I add or reiterate? She now had her eyes open and knew what she was in for. She thought she was ready and she was willing to trust me in her teaching. I couldn't ask for anything else. I didn't want anything else.

We left the play room then and I took her back into the living room and snuggled her next to me as I turned on the stereo and allowed the sounds of mellow jazz to fill the room. This was the time I liked best, when the scene was over and our bodies relaxed against one another in some sort of blissed out state.

Eventually, I got up and tugged her to her feet. After all, we both worked tomorrow and the day started early, for both of us.

"Time to go, little bit. You may take tomorrow for yourself. Call me in the morning, when you awaken. It is up to you whether or not your body could stand another class so soon. If so, I will be at the gym by 6 am."

I smiled, brushed two fingers over her mouth.

"If not, at least jog or walk tomorrow. No less than one mile. More if you are used to it. Do not over do. You will find that your arms, your body, will be sensitive for most of the day. Expect it. Prepare for it. Journal for me...and for yourself. We will meet at the club for lunch, the day after. Take the time I give you as the gift I mean it to be. Understand?"

Rising up on tip toe, I pressed a soft kiss to her mouth and waited until she left. Then it was off to the shower and my warm, lonely bed. Soon enough, I would have her here to cuddle with. But not yet. I meant what I said when I told her sex is the least of it. She would learn that and be the better for it.

Thoughts of her, naked and whimpering followed me into my dreams. I slept.

 

[Sasha25]

Take the time I give you as the gift I mean it to be.

The words ran around and around in my head as I drove home, the feeling of Lorena's lips on mine intermingling. As I walked up to my apartment, I stumble, because I wasn't really watching. A little brush burn on my shin made me grumble as I opened my apartment door. I knew that I needed to write in my journal before bed, though it was quite late already.

I went to my bedroom, took off my clothes and put on a silver chemise that I loved, checked my shin and put some lotion on my hands and elbows, breathing in the honeysuckle scent as I set at my new writing spot and opened my journal. The words didn't come right away, because the evening became a blur the more I tried to think about it. I wrote about the sensations I felt, what I liked and didn't like. I wrote about the emotions that were still coursing through me. The nerves, the excitement, the attraction that I felt for Lorena. That was burgeoning despite trying to keep this as a teacher/student relationship.

I set my pen down, feeling very tired all of sudden, and after getting a drink of water, I set my alarm for 5, and felt quickly asleep.

When I woke, I groaned. Movement was going to be very hard today. Perhaps I would skip the class today and try tomorrow, I thought. I got up and went to my purse, calling Lorena immediately. She greeted me cheerily, and I told her that I would go jogging instead of the class. She understood, reminded of when we were to meet the next day. Just her voice seemed to bring the wetness out between my legs. She wished me a good day, and I did the same for her.
I pulled on a sports bra, panties and shorts, sock and shoes, and I was grabbing my key and out the door. I had to walk for about 10 minutes before I felt loose enough to run. Lorena had said at least a mile, so I ran for about 20 minutes, until I just couldn't bear it any more. I walked the three blocks back to my apartment and went right into the shower. The warm water felt delicious and as I washed myself, arousal came to my body quickly as I remembered the previous evening. I was tempted, sorely tempted to cum; I knew it could have in a moment with the state I was in, but I resisted. Lorena had said my orgasms were hers to give. I could orgasm and lie, but I would know, and perhaps, so would she.

I went off to work and after finding that I was unusually focused, I got a lot done. My to do list was finished early in the afternoon, and I took a short break to have an extra walk around the block to stretch out my sore limbs. As I walked, I pondered bringing my journal to work, just so I could jot some ideas down if I had a free few minutes. I decided against this, since it would be prudent to keep such personal things separate. I thought of what Lorena would say about free time at work. Work more, work harder, get ahead.

I went home for a light meal, and after changing into a satin tank and shorts, I set down at my writing desk again. I was finding it to be a slightly confined space, and resolved to get a proper desk when I had saved some money. My thoughts flowed more freely and I wrote at length about my desires and expectations. I reiterated the words that I had told Lorena. I'm in. Completely. As I wrote, thinking of all the possibilities, I got wet, yet again. The temptation was strong this time and I actually pressed the satin of my shorts into my sex. I groaned. I hoped that Lorena would grant me an orgasm soon. Feeling a little ashamed, I wrote what I did in my journal, and closed it.

I went to the couch and flicked through the channel on the TV, but found nothing interesting, then decided to plan my outfit for the next day. I would be meeting Lorena for lunch. I chose a light blue wrap dress, with dark blue flats that would be very comfortable on sore feet. I opted to forgo panties, and chose a simple bra in a similar blue to the dress. Hanging my clothes on the door of my closet, I washed my face and got into bed. I found it hard to sleep, despite the early day and run, my thoughts filled again of Lorena, and the needs my body was starting to scream at me. I must have drifted off late, because I was groggy and grumbly when my alarm went off. I called Lorena immediately and decided on the spot to do another Zumba class. My body didn't want to, but I knew that Lorena wanted me to get used to it. I told her I'd see her at the gym, dressed and drove there quickly. I parked on the corner and saw her there waiting with a smile.

We proceeded just as before. I went in with her, she went to do her work out, and she swatted me on the bottom as I went to the line of women. I found the Zumba class harder the second time, but I enjoyed myself a lot, and Lorena and I shared a water after. I was having trouble standing, but after a touch to my cheek by Lorena, I perked up again. She led me out, reminded me about lunch and jogged away.

I went home, showered, dressed carefully, and went to work. Before I knew it, I was waiting at the door of the club, nervous and smiling, as the valet was taking Lorena's keys.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The next morning dawned clear and crisp with a hint of mid summer already touching the air. I headed for the gym and allowed a faint frown of disappointment as I noted with some sadness that Amanda couldn't make it. My workout didn't vary any and I was finished by 7 am and on my way home to shower and dress for work.

The day flew by. Most of my work had been caught up prior to meeting Amanda a few days ago and I never allowed things to sit, so by noon, my day was done and I left work. Many times, I fought the urge to pick up the phone and call her. Tell her to come over, to meet me for a drink, for dinner. I forced the phone down, the finger to stop, time and again. I had given her this day for herself and I meant for her to have it. It wouldn't be fair to go back on my word, not so soon.

By evening, I was grumpy, on edge and in need of something. I could have taken the edge off. I had a play partner specifically for this particular urge, but I chose not to. Amanda and I were building...SOMETHING. As long as she was keeping her focus on me, I could give her NO less. I wouldn't, even if I could. She was a good girl~smart, intelligent, pretty. To split my focus that way, would be a disservice. I would just have to suffer through it, the same way I knew she was.

I was in the shower by 8 and in bed by 9. I knew I would see her on the morrow. Maybe at the gym, definitely at the club. I wanted to be rested. I wanted to be right.Sleep enfolded me, carried me away.

Bzzzzt

Fingers reached out and slapped the button that turned off my alarm. One eye cracked open and I glared at the offending thing before slipping from the cocoon I had made in the center of my bed. Shower first, then jog to the gym.

Everything went like clockwork. I arrived there and saw Amanda looking slightly tired but glowing with vitality. She walked in with me and we went our separate ways. An hour later, we walked out together and I reminded her of our lunch date before jogging home.

Once there, I called work and spoke to HR, requesting a sick day. My work was caught up and I had plans for this day that required all of my attention. Shower and depilatory to remove all hair from the neck down. Once I rinsed the mess away and checked for stray hairs, I stepped from the shower, rinsed the tub and started a warm bath. A dash of sandalwood oil, a few drops of baby oil for softening and lots of hot water. I sank into it a few minutes later and allowed my body to relax.

Once I felt completely clean, inside and out, I washed my hair, rinsed it and pulled the plug so that the bath water could drain. I got up from the slippery porcelain and wrapped a thick white towel around myself and meandered toward the bedroom. I needed to pick an outfit.

I settled on crisp white linen~fitted pants, men's style button down shirt, blood red bracers, blood red patent leather pumps. My hair took no time at all and the only make up I applied was dark red lip gloss and black eyeliner. I gave myself a critical once over and then left the bedroom behind. Time to set up my arrangements for lunch.

It took about an hour of phone calls but eventually I had procured a private room. The special furniture I had requested was there~a padded kneeling bench along with the more usual table and chairs. I had also asked that a small riding crop and a plain leather strap be made available.

I pre-ordered lunch as well~Chicken Kiev, au gratin potatoes, fresh green beans, apple pie a la mode drizzled with caramel sauce. I requested no wine, saying only that we needed plenty of fresh water and maybe coffee as i wasn't sure if she had to work when lunch was done.

When I was sure that everything was just as I wanted it, I checked the time and prepared to leave. I reached the club and hopped out of my car, my eyes falling unerringly on Amanda's sweet svelte form. I gave a bright grin and sauntered closer, my hand reaching for hers and clasping it, tightly.

"You look lovely, Amanda. Are you ready?"

 

[Sasha25]

My jaw dropped.

"You look lovely, Amanda. Are you ready?"

Lorena was a vision. Crisp white, shocking red. I was speechless. I stood, like a statue before her, only aware that my body felt suddenly on fire. The sight of her dressed like this acted on me in a way that was stronger than ice, or wax, or feathers. A Goddess., I thought. I offered my hand, which about as much as I could do, and she took it, leading me into the club. Suddenly, as we were greeted by the same girls that I remembered from before, I knew my heart was pounding, and that I should have worn panties. My arousal was obvious to me, uncontained and I knew it wouldn't be long before Lorena was aware of it too.

We against were lead to the dining area, to the same table, but there were no menus, instead, a few moments after we were seated, the meal came. I wasn't surprised, or upset that the choice wasn't mine. The chicken was divine, the potatoes warm and delicious, and I adored fresh green beans. We ate in silence, though there was much eye contact and a pleasant tension, though with nerves on my side.

Dessert was... there were no words. I had not had apple pie this delicious since my grandmother has passed away. I couldn't help myself as I touched a finger to the mixture of apple and ice cream, sucking it with my eyes on Lorena. I saw a flash in her eyes, wondering if it was passion, or the need to punish. It was an obviously impolite gesture in such a place, but I was overcome by the taste of the food. Somethings we worth a little punishment, I thought. Then I shivered inside. The woman across from me probably knew how to, and had punished many women before. I needed to be careful. When the two girls knelt, then removed our plates, I wiped my mouth, and took that hands was offered to me, ready for the next part of our meeting.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I loved watching a woman eat. I mean really eat. Not that shit most girls do when they are trying to impress someone with their decorum and ability to be a little lady. Amanda gave every bite her utmost attention and every once in a while, a startled little moan would escape her mouth. Sexy. Just utterly sexy.

Watching her eat the dessert almost undid me. She suckled her fingers and gave utterly seductive little sounds that I was damned sure she was unaware of making. It took all of my control to sit across from her and not pounce her, right then, at the table. I held on, but only just.

Once the dishes were cleared and the servers had retreated, I stood up and moved to take her hand. I knew which private room was mine. Number one, just like before, and I wanted us to get away from prying eyes as quickly as possible. I hurried us along until we reached the correct room and then strode inside, tugging Amanda with me. Finally, we were completely alone.

"I can smell you. Did you know that?"

My voice was low, damned near a whisper, and I had a bit of a struggle to make myself heard. What I wanted to do was throw her down and ravage every hole she had, repeatedly. That wouldn't do, though. Not yet. I had a plan for this day. Getting her off was part of it...but not yet.

Instead of throwing her down, I made my way to the couch and sank into it's softness. I kept my eyes fastened upon her and waited for a moment, savoring the way she stood, enjoying the sight. Eventually, I cleared my throat and spoke again.

"Do you have to go back to work?"

 

[Sasha25]

"Do you have to go back to work?"

I just stared for a moment, seeing Lorena sitting, sexy, beyond sexy. Opening her clutch, I pulled out my cell phone and quickly dialed my boss. Lorena's face was impassive when Juliana picked up.

"Juliana, I'm not feeling great right now, and I've finished the project ahead of schedule. If you don't mind, I'm just going to take the afternoon off."

"The files are on my desk, the Powerpoint is on the flash drive there."

"Yes, go right ahead. I can take your edits and change it tomorrow."

"Oh, a headache mostly, but one of those that I know will lay me up on the couch later."

"Thanks so much Juliana. See you tomorrow."

I put my phone back in her clutch and placed it down beside the couch, making sure Lorena was watching, my blue dress peeling away just enough to show a hint of breast. Then I stood up straight, feet shoulder width apart, hands clasped behind my back, relaxed but straight, eyes down to Lorena.

"I'm all yours for the afternoon, and evening too. Oh, and thank you very much for the meal. It was delicious. Especially dessert." I smiled but didn't wink. The ferocity of Lorena's look was surprising. A wink would have seemed feeble compared to that look. I became silent. The tension in the air began to build. then I remembered the comment Lorena had made a little earlier.

"I can smell me too. It's because I didn't wear panties. Well, not just that. It's because of you, Lorena. I can just look at you and get that wet." I blushed even harder, a little unused to speaking so baldly, but she deserved the absolute truth.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I had to fight the urge to smile. She had been so decisive. Of course, I did not want her believing that lies were ever acceptable BUT I understood why she had made the decision she had made. She was a wreck~wet, needy, hungry for something. Going back to work in that state was not going to happen. She had made the choice then, to blow off work and focus on myself and her. With no hesitation, no thought. I liked that, a lot.

Her words were bright, slightly flirtatious and her smile was a gift. I couldn't stop the low thrum that began in the pit of my belly. I didn't want to. The blush that ended her final statement made me want to squeeze her. Poor girl. She seemed both hot and embarrassed. It was sweet.

Finally, I had to speak. I couldn't keep staring at her and since I was going to have her for a while, I needed to establish the boundaries for this particular episode.

"Thank you Amanda for giving yourself to me today. The lying was inappropriate and I do not want you to EVER do that again. To make sure you understand that particular statement, I want you to strip for me and lean over that padded bench, placing your hands in the center."

While I waited for her to comply with my request, I moved to the table and picked up the black riding crop. She had never been physically chastised and I don't like to use pain for punishment BUT this was going to be quick and dirty, something for her to remember. The crop would be perfect for that. I turned toward her, swishing the crop lazily through the air, enjoying the sound of as I swung the crop once and again, getting the heft of it.

"I figure we should do this first, so that I can get back to the original intent of this luncheon." A small silence, as my empty hand cupped her bare flesh, tracing over pale skin, softly.

"Five. You will count them, loudly. When we finish, you will stand up, straight and tall...and tell me why I felt the need to punish you. Understand? OK. Begin"

A flick of a wrist...and the crop landed on the swell of one pale buttock.

 

[Sasha25]

"ONE!" I screamed out, though I knew it was coming. The precise strike right on my bottom, on the inner cheek, radiating heat and pain out from it was like I was dunked in hot water.

"TWO! THREE! FOUR!" By the forth, I was trembling hard. I knew we would do this, knew I Deserved it for lying to my boss, but never had I been struck like this. I had only been spanking, and I knew that they my ex had done it clumsily. Not only was my bottom on fire, but I wetter that I could have imagined.

"FIVE!" Lorena stopped, but the burn didn't. I grew for a moment then help at a plateau, as I rose to my feet, standing up straight. My thoughts were mangled. I wanted more, and yet I didn't think I could handle it. I knew Lorena was waiting and I gathered myself for my confession.

"I deserved those five... strikes, because I lied to my boss about being sick. I lied so that I could spend time with you, for pleasure, for my education, to just be in your presence." My voice became a whimper at the end, feeling slightly embarrassed, but the shock of only five swats and the intensity of the aftermath was like a truth drug.

I was still shaking, even as I stood straight. My eyes watering, and yet my pussy was much wetter, my scent stronger. I couldn't hide my enjoyment, nor did I want to.

"I deserved my punishment, and I promise that I won't lie to be with you again. I know that you wouldn't allow it, Lorena." My voice became stronger again, making the promise with conviction, with steady words.

I had forgotten about orgasm for the moment. THIS was the pleasure, to be with Lorena, to learn from her, to be the object that she used, to have my body tested and teased and pleasured. What would be better, to have this, all day and all night? Or to kneel and pleasure her body in all sort of delicious way.

My mind raced with the ideas, the pleasures, and I knew if I didn't regain control, I'd orgasm standing there before.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

She counted for me, each strike, loud and clear. By the fifth one, I could clearly see the trickle of wetness from between her thighs and plainly smell the scent of arousal, both hers and my own. I knew I had to regain control of the situation and so I took a few steps backward and held the crop by my side as I listened to her words.

I nodded as she gave her confession, her explanation. She did understand what the punishment was for and she accepted it. That made me happy and soothed the nerves I hadn't even known I was experiencing until she had spoken. I dropped the crop on the table and spoke, my voice low.

"Very good, my girl. That is exactly right. I am glad you understand what I wanted. Now, I can turn our attention to the third lesson of the day. Kneeling. There are a few ways to do it but I prefer one way and one way only."

I pointed to the low kneeling bench, covered in a satiny material.

"That is a kneeling bench, Amanda. I requested it for you, to save your knees. Please go to it and kneel upon it. Rest your ass on your heels and place your hands, interlaced, on the back of your neck. I want your body supple, straight. Shoulders up, eyes straight ahead."

I watched her, waiting patiently for her to assume the requested position. My mouth curved upward, into a small smile. She looked gorgeous. Eventually, I made my way to that side of the room, to a spot just behind her. My hands moved to position her shoulders and run along her back to straighten it. Her butt rested easily on her heels, her lower body in perfect alignment. Finally, I moved to stand before her, my eyes boring into hers.

"I don't require kneeling very often. Usually, kneeling is only for punishment, to me...but your body looks so feminine that way...I may make an exception...just for you."

My head cocked and I grinned.

"How do you feel?"

 

[Sasha25]

Kneeling itself wasn't the hard part, it was resting my bottom on my heels. There was an instant searing, that returned to a dull throb. I nearly cried out, but gritted my teeth instead. I didn't want to give into sharp pain. I could manage the pulsing heat, in fact, I liked it.

I assumed the kneeling position with a heaving chest. The bench and the silky made it easier on my knees, but after Lorena came around to adjust my arms and my carriage, I could tell this would be uncomfortable after a short while.

"My bottom is throbbing, Lorena, but," I hesitated, with a smile, "I like how that feels. I'm sure you can tell that. The kneeling is easy on my knees, but I can understand why this would be a punishment. Perhaps it's partly from the Zumba classes, but my arms are already aching." I smile again, despite the discomfort. I could maintain this for awhile, if I had to, despite my aching arms. Then my voice became quiet almost shy.

"I'm really glad you like how I look, Lorena." I start back into her eyes as my voice died away, and I'm sure she could tell that the flush on my cheeks wasn't from the crop, or from the position I was in. I almost looked away, but her eyes held me as if she was holding me tightly in bed. That thought made me blush even more, and I went silent, going to back to focus on keeping my body in it's proper kneeling position.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I watched as the blush suffused her cheeks and a wicked grin stretched my mouth upward. She didn't understand the gifts she gave to me when she spoke, honestly. Whether she knew it or not, she was getting as used to me as I was to her. That was a blessing. Instead of answering right away, I walked to the couch and sat down, never once allowing my eyes to leave hers. She liked that connection, the knowledge that I was watching, probing, enjoying. My guess was that no previous lover had ever paid such close attention, before. Obviously, those fools didn't know what they were missing.

Fingers went to a small button placed on the side of the sofa and I pressed it twice. I didn't tell her. A few minutes later, my favorite server entered the room. The girl stared at Amanda for long moments, enjoying the view before turning and kneeling at my feet. I nodded once and then spoke.

"Bring me a bowl of oiled water and some aloe vera gel, please. Also, bring a soft wash cloth and a towel. Leave it all on the table and withdraw."

The girl jumped up, bowed and left. She said nothing to my request. That was WHY she was my favorite server. She didn't ask useless questions ever. She just made my requests a reality. Finally, I got up and moved to Amanda's side, my hand tangling in her hair.

"I didn't warn you that someone was coming because I wanted to see if you would maintain your pose. You did wonderfully well. THAT was lesson four. So, once Ross returns with the things I have asked for, you will get your prize for being such a well behaved girl."

A few moments later, Ross strode through the door, carrying everything I had asked for. She moved with perfect balance, perfect grace. I motioned her over and pressed a kiss to one high cheekbone and tucked a ten dollar bill into her hand.

"Thank you."

The server smiled brightly, blushed delicately and removed herself from the room. I tightened my hold in Amanda's hair and tugged.

"Now then, up on your feet please. Take a few minutes to stretch and then go to the couch and stretch out on your belly. I want to soothe the ache in your butt before I work on the other aches...and your delicious wetness...

I leaned in to whisper the final words.

You are dripping all over the satin, you know?

 

[Sasha25]

You are dripping all over the satin, you know?

I almost, almost looked down, in my kneeling position, but didn't. I didn't want to see how aroused I was, because if I did, I might moan, or orgasm, or faint. I stood up slowly, and the combination of my Zumba classes and kneeling position made it difficult to stand up straight for a moment. I took a few tentative paces, breathing in the mixture of scents in the room. I could smell the oil, though I wasn't quite sure the mixture of essentials that was in it. I could smell me, a mixture of sweat and powerful arousal. And there was something else that was new, that I couldn't identify.

I stretched my legs and arms, taking deep breaths, then Lorena stood and allowed me to lay, which I did o the couch. I folded my arms and rested my head upon them, never liking to have my face directly against that on which I lay. I closed my mind for a moment, and thought. I had acted almost completely on instinct today, staying still without a command, adopting the position, almost ignoring the girl who came in to deliver the items that Lorena requested. Was it a request? A demand. No, a command. Subtle differences, so I was just beginning to learn about subtly.

Normally, I might have drifted off to sleep on the couch, comfortable as it was, physically tired and achy as I was. However, my mind was a alert as it ever been, and I could hear Lorena move around, preparing for what was next. She never took hurried steps it seemed. Always slow and deliberate; I admired that greatly. There was grace and control in the human body, like a dancer or athlete, and then there was the grace and control of the mind and soul. Lorena seemed to have all of it.

I was suddenly aware, mid thought that I was still incredibly wet, and I jerked a little, not wanted to drip onto the couch as well, and I Started to open my mouth, but a hand on my shoulder, warm, soft and steady, made me forget that.

I was here, will Lorena, under her wing, and she could tell me if what I was doing was wrong.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I waited while Amanda made herself comfortable, a slight smile curving my lips. Her body moved slightly jerkily. That was probably from the Zumba and kneeling. Once she stretched out, though, she became all sinuous curves and lazy grace. It was sexy.

I turned away, to gather the things I had requested and bring them closer to the couch, my mind ticking away. She liked the pain of a crop. I hadn't expected that. I don't believe she had expected it, either. Sitting the bowl, the cloth, the gel~aside, I draped the towel over her thighs and reached down to brush my finger tips over her shoulders and down her spine.

My voice, when I spoke again, was quiet, husky.

"This is after care. Some Dominants don't provide this sort of thing, every time. I do. Scening isn't just about pushing your buttons or turning you on. It is a sharing. This is a way to bring you back to Earth, as it were. A way to ground you."

I dipped the cloth in the lightly oiled, hot water and wrung it out before using it to wipe the sweat from under her arms, her back, the curve of her ass. She winced slightly, as the soft terry cloth moved across the little red marks the crop had left behind, and I murmured some sort of nonsense syllables at her.

I repeated the process a few times and moved the towel to her shoulders. One hand inserted itself between her slightly parted thighs, making the gap bigger. When I was happy with the way she lay, I went back to dipping the cloth and wiping her, starting at her ankles and working upward. Eventually, the soft cloth went between her thighs and the wetness there. I pressed inward as I cleaned her up, letting her feel the delightful friction on her sensitive folds.

A moment more...and then I stopped. I dropped the cloth in the water and grabbed the gel. I poured a bit into my left hand and rubbed the green gel on her marks, massaging lightly. Once every single mark had been caressed and kissed, I stopped.

"Flip over, now."

Once she had done so, I started all over. Using the cool cloth to wipe away the sweat from her throat and breasts, her belly, her thighs, the tops of her feet. I could see that she had completely relaxed under my ministrations and when I finished, she smelled of me. Of sandalwood and baby oil, of cinnamon and fresh clean skin.

One hand moved to cup her heat, curling inward, covering every bit of her pale hairless flesh. I spoke then, my voice soothing.

"You ready for the next part, now?"

 

[Sasha25]

"You ready for the next part, now?"

There was no mirror, except for Lorena's eyes, but I could tell what I looked like. My pale body laying perfectly my comfortable, my eyes wide, breath caught, looking like a doe in the woods, ready to run from a hunter.

I was scared, not of Lorena, not of scening, not of the crop. I was scared of the orgasm I hope Lorena was going to give me. The crop was one sensation, new, and shocking and raw, but this sensual washing, the tingling of the cloth, the scents that filled me nose. My brain was screaming "I WANT IT! I WANT IT!" and at the same time "I"LL EXPLODE AND PASS OUT!". As Lorena looked at me, I wanted to shake my head no, truly afraid of the spectacle I would make. But then I realized, that is what she wanted. She was breaking down everything, getting inside me, learning, and this was part of understand.

"Yes, I'm ready." My words came out as a squeak and I blushed hard, wishing they had been more forceful. I didn't want to sound scared. Then her low chuckle and a brilliant smile. It let me know I was exactly where she wanted, and all my fears dissolved. I thought that I should say more about her special after-crop treatment, but that could some later. Words would spoil the moment. This was about contact. Pleasure. I slowed my breathing for the moment in preparation. I had a feeling my breath would be lost soon.