Training Tammy

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Tammy looked at the nude picture that he had taken of her. She blushed a deep red, never believing that she had the strength or courage to dare someone to take a photo of her like that. She let out a little moan at the view of her body presented in all of its glory.

Then he was kissing her. Tammy gasped at the sudden movement, but she stood her ground and kissed Roger in return. It wasn't hard, she thought to herself. If she was completely honest, she supposed that she'd always had a little bit of a crush on her professor.

 

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She was so determined.

Roger admired Tammy's persistence even as he enjoyed kissing her. He could feel her responding as he let the kiss become deeper, his tongue seeking hers through parted lips; knew that her body must be responding as well... No untrained girl should have been able to walk into her professor's office to borrow a book and wind up holding a parade stance while standing stark naked and being French kissed, but Tammy kept her feet in place, her hands clasped behind her back as though being stripped down and turned into a pleasure object was nothing new to her.

Roger managed to exercise even greater control, though: He wanted to eat Tammy alive, but instead he let the kiss taper off, then softly told her that she could relax and stand comfortably.

He got her contact information then, and told her that she'd pleased him very much and could expect to hear from him soon, as long as she still wished to continue.

A few minutes later, Tammy left Roger's office, his book safely tucked into her bag.

 

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Tammy had never felt more naughty and exposed as she was when she stepped from Roger's office, her book tucked under her arm and fully clothed. What had happened in his office had been unexpected and mindblowing. She craved so much more, but now she was nervous that she had gone too far and done too much. What if he didn't call or what if he thought that she was strange? All of those thought of doubt swirled in her head as she stepped from the building and into the bright sunlight. She would just have to trust that Roger wanted to continue teaching her.

 

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Two days later it was Saturday. Roger had texted Tammy the night before, asking if she could give him the morning and possibly part of the afternoon. When she'd agreed, he'd sent her an address and a time; 8:00 am.

Roger's house was on the edge of the desert. It was the kind of area that a lot of people wouldn't value: old pastureland that had been overgrazed, then abandoned, and now supported little aside from rocks, prickly pear cactus and locoweed, so called because it was poisonous to cattle and eating too much of it would cause them to stagger as though they were drunk.

The barrenness of the land had made it cheap: the ranch style house sat on a little less than five acres, set back out of sight of the road at the end of a seriously long, unpaved driveway. As Tammy drove up she could see that Roger, or someone, hadn't been content to just accept the popular wisdom that arid land had to be dusty and lifeless: century plants, cacti, buffalo berries and other things suited to the soil and climate had been carefully planted and looked to be thriving.

There was no one in sight as she got out of her car and paused to look around. She hadn't been given instructions beyond when to arrive and where to park, but that changed before she could go to the door and knock.

Her text tone sounded. When she looked at her phone, she read Good morning. Leave your clothes on the bench. Let yourself in.

Tammy looked at the weathered wooden bench just to the right of the front door.

 

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Roger's house was a lovely little oasis in the middle of the desert. She could see his personailty in every single part of the yard as she pulled her car into the allotted spot and turned off the engine. She had taken special pains to dress for him that morning. Her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail. She had her favorite diamond studs in her ears. Her black dress had a deep scoop in the front and stopped just above her knees and her favorite pink heels were on her feet.

She was just about to open the door when she heard her phone sound and she looked down at the screen, greeted with the instructions that she hadn't been expecting. He wanted her naked, it seemed. She glanced out of her windshield and noticed a bench next to his front door. So...he wanted her to strip in the yard.

The thought made her nervous as she got out of the car and left her purse on the bench before she made short work of her clothing. It was left in a neat pile as she entered the front door, looking around the dim interior of the house.

"Roger?" She called out softly.

 

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"Here in the kitchen, Tammy," Roger responded from the next room.

A moment later, Tammy stepped into the kitchen. "Good morning," Roger greeted her. "I've made coffee," he continued, offering her a cup. "And I have some blueberry scones. Unless you'd like something else?"

Roger wasn't actually pretending not to notice Tammy's nudity: His eyes took her body in and he didn't try to hide it. But his greeting was as deliberately ordinary as his first instruction upon the girl's arrival had been sudden and unexpected: He needed her to understand that, when they were together, the boundary between play and not-play was tenuous, if not completely arbitrary, and she would need to be able to accept that and adapt accordingly.

He thought that she actually looked pretty adaptable as she stood in his kitchen, considering whether or not she wanted coffee and a scone.

 

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Tammy was a little confused at the normal conversation they were having despite the fact that she was as naked as the day she was born. She cocked her head to one side and considered what he asked her.

"Scones and coffee is fine." She said, looking around his kitchen to catch a glimpse into the mind of the man that was showing her so much.

"But why naked? I put a lot of though into what I was going to Wear today but it doesn't look near as good on that old bench as it did on me."

 

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Roger cocked his head, surprised by Tammy's question.

Considered from her point of view, though, it made sense.

"I apologize, Tammy," he began. "After the way you just seemed to take everything in stride the other day, I guess I sort of forgot that this is all very new to you; that being close to me is new to you, and that you've never been to my house before."

"I didn't mean to seem unappreciative of the time and care you'd taken to look nice for me."

He set his coffee cup down and took one of Tammy's hands in each of his own, keeping some distance between himself and the girl so that he could comfortably view all of her body.

"I will say, though, that you don't have an outfit sexier than the one you've got on right now. That can't really be said of most people, but it's definitely true in your case."

"But tell me," he continued, still holding her hands, "how do you feel, being here like this? In a near-stranger's kitchen, on a quiet Saturday morning, without your clothes on?"

 

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Tammy actually blushed as Roger took a step back and looked down at her body, paying her a compliment on the way that she looked. She had never really thought of herself as anything spectacular, but in his eyes, she felt like the most beautiful creature in the world.

"I'm excited and scared." She said softly, looking up into Roger's gaze. "Getting your text was probably one of the best moments in my life though. I can't remember the last time that I wanted something so bad."

 

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"Well, it would seem that you're getting something you really wanted, then," Roger answered her.

"You wanted to be here, and to submit. Now you are here, and your nakedness was an instruction."

"Given that, is it good that you're naked, or bad?"

 

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"I suppose it's good." Tammy said softly, her brow wrinkling at Roger's question. "If it was bad, why would I be here?"

 

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"I'm just trying to help you get your mind around the concept of submission, Tammy," Roger explained.

"Essentially, you're in a situation that is about having many choices made for you. Being told, rather than asked. Taking a subordinate position."

"You do have a safeword, but the safeword is about your safety, not really about your comfort. As I mentioned the other day, 'not entirely comfortable' is so much of the point; being held on the edge of what you feel you can do and what will make you have to stop. Not analyzing or coming to a consensus, but just obeying. Not being consulted, but having things done to you. At my whim and for my pleasure."

"Is that what you came here for, Tammy?"

 

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Tammy was quiet for a long moment as she let herself digest those words. He was offering her everything that she had read about and had always been curious about. She wasn't sure if she was ready for the big step, but she knew that if she didn't, she would never take it.

"Yes, please." She said softly, looking him in the eye to let him know that she had made her ultimate decision.

 

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"Good," Roger said softly.

"So, tell me," he said, finally letting go of Tammy's hands, "you must have pictured what being here would be like. What kinds of things did you picture happening to you?"

"What kinds of things were you hoping might happen to you?"

 

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"What was I hoping would happen? I'm not really sure." Tammy said, a blushing creeping over her cheeks as he took a step away from her. "I figured you would show me more. Perhaps we'd have sex. Is that entirely wrong?"

 

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"No, it's not entirely wrong," Roger smiled. "I invited you here so that I could show you more. And I may well decide to have sex with you today."

He paused a beat, still looking at her body and not bothering to pretend otherwise.

"Parade rest, Tammy," he said, confident that she'd remember the position she'd held so determinedly just two days before.

 

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It took her a moment to remember, but Tammy was quick to go into her stance. She clasped her hands at the small of her back, stretching her chin up high as she moved her feet shoulder length apart. She hoped that she remembered right and at the very least, made him proud of what she had learned from him.

 

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"It would be a shame to waste my coffee" Roger told Tammy as he picked up the cup again.

He walked over to her, holding the cup and dipping two fingers into the now tepid brew before popping them into her mouth so that she could suck them clean.

When she did, he dipped his fingers again, reaching out to daub coffee on her nipples.

Then it was his turn to carefully lick the coffee from her.

 

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Tammy watched his every move, parting her lips as he offered his fingers to her. She let out a soft sigh before she suckled the coffee from his fingers. Did he find her alluring? Did he find her sexy? Those were all questions that she wanted to ask, but she remained quiet as she watched him dip his fingers again.

She let out a gasp as his fingers dabbed the coffee on her nipples. The pink nubs crinkled quickly into hard points as she looked down at the erotic scene unfolding before her.

 

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Roger captured each breast in turn with his mouth, cleaning them with broad licks before sucking the nipples in and catching them gently between his teeth, drawing his head back so that Tammy would feel the slight scraping sensation as they slipped free.

He stood then, cupping Tammy's left breast in his right hand while his other hand wrapped around her body. What almost looked like a hug for a moment actually wasn't: His hand found her hair and took a fistful of it, slowly pulling until Tammy's eyes fluttered shut and her head tilted back.

Then he was kissing her for the second time in three days.

 

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A long moan left her lips as Roger licked and sucked her nipples, scraping his teeth across the sensitive nubs until she let out a cry of pleasure. The pain was erotic and she couldn't help but squirm as his hand wrapped around her body. She looked up at Roger, gasping as she felt his hand pulling her hair tightly until her head tipped back. Her eyes fluttered close at the delicious pain, another gasp leaving her lips as he kissed her senseless yet again.

 

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Roger was strong enough to effortlessly pick Tammy up by grabbing her waist. He carried her across the kitchen, then sat her on the edge of the long wooden table.

He had her lie back, pulling her hips to the edge of the table before pulling up a chair for himself. Tammy lay open for him as he sat and began to explore her femaleness with fingers and tongue.

 

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Tammy whimpered, her hands moving from her back to wrap around Roger's shoulders as he carried her across the kitchen. When she felt the cool wood of the kitchen table under her bottom, she pulled back from his kiss and looked at him in surprise. Here in the kitchen? Really?

She lay back, squirming as she was pulled to the edge of the table and her thighs splayed open wide. "Oh!"

She cried out as she felt Roger's fingers and tongues on her pussy, giving her an incredible new experience.

 

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With Tammy lying on the table as he stood between her legs, Roger took a moment just to look.

Even having a woman standing naked in front of one didn't have quite the same effect as having her lie back and open her legs in submission and invitation: That moment was just... primal. It said I'm yours. Do what you want. Enter me.

Fuck me.

But Roger wasn't going to fuck Tammy yet. He gathered her breasts in his hands, kneading and caressing them, then one hand slid down her body, past hips and stomach, to find her center. Two fingers slid along her groove like a bowstring on a violin, testing the sound of the instrument; getting a feel for its tautness and sensitivity.

The note that Tammy breathed out as he began to play was lovely.

 

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Tammy stared up at the ceiling of Rogers's kitchen, moaning softly as his hands gripped her breasts. Her massaged her with sure motions and an expertise that came with experience and age. Her hips flexed against the table and her fingers instantly moved to grip the edge of the table, clinging for dear life.

"Oh!" She cried out as one hand slipped down her body, two fingers dancing against her wet slit. "Roger...oh my God."