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French Lessons
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Subject: French Lessons
Date: Fri, 3 Mar 89 18:25:35 PST
One summer, when I was in college, my parents sent me to France
for four months to learn French from a private tutor. I shared
an apartment with my tutor on the edge of the Latin Quarter in
Paris. My tutor's name was Allison. She was petite, had long
straight blond hair, and had a very pretty face. If it wasn't
for the fact that she was so soft-spoken and meek I would have
found her extremely attractive. Actually, I had grown to despise
her. Every morning she woke me up at 6 o'clock. By seven she
would begin my grueling French lessons which lasted until 6 pm
with only 15 minutes break for lunch. Like any "good" language
teacher, she spoke only in French, even when I was getting con-
fused and frustrated. After two months I had learned that by
playing sick each morning I could get her to leave me alone in
bed and skip all of the French shit. She couldn't make me like
French and there was nothing that she could do about it if I re-
fused to get out of bed. I had decided, at that point, to spend
my last few weeks in Paris doing what I wanted to do, and not
waste my time with French lessons. Allison was getting very
upset with me, but that was too bad for her.
One morning I woke up to the summer sun shining through my bed-
room window. The ceiling and all of the walls in my room were
bare white plaster which made the light seem even brighter. The
floors were nothing but bare hardwood which was very uncomfort-
able to sit down on (I never figured out why these French people
couldn't put carpets in). I was lying in bed peacefully staring
out the window when I suddenly heard the door open. I knew it
was Allison so I pretended to still be asleep. As I lay quietly
in bed, I heard Allison walking across the floor towards me. I
could hear the sound of her hard heels hitting against the wooden
floor with each step. This was unusual because Allison never
wore high heels.
The sound of her footsteps stopped when she got to the edge of my
bed. I pretended to still be asleep and I waited for her to make
the next move. I lay still for what seemed like only 10 seconds.
Then I heard Allison take one step back and turn slightly, fol-
lowed by the sound of something swinging through the air. A
fraction of a second later I heard the crack of a whip and an
overwhelming sharp pain shot through my body. I leapt up in bed
and, to my shock, saw Allison standing over me preparing to
strike another blow with her whip. She put all of her strength
into it. She reached way back and, with all of her strength,
propelled the long black whip over her head and struck the bed
with a sharp crack, tearing the sheets apart. I sat there quiv-
ering and looking at her with both awe and deadly fear. Her
petite body was tightly encased in a short black leather jacket
that was tied tight around her waist with a leather belt. Her
long angelic blond hair hung down over her black jacket. Her
long shapely legs were squeezed into a pair of soft, tight, shiny
black leather pants which clung to her like skin. She was wear-
ing soft black gloves that were precisely fit to her petite
hands. It was in one of her gloved hands that she held that long
thin leather whip with which she had beaten me only moments
before.
She stood at the edge of my bed, her gorgeous leather-clad body
preventing my escape. She looked at me with a smirk of enormous
self-confidence and power which made me both fear her and, at the
same time, lust for her body. I knew immediately that, from now
on, I was completely at the mercy of this blond-haired goddess.
Every move that I was to make from now on would only be done with
her permission, lest I receive the disciplinary sting of her long
whip and the burn of her rage. She took three steps backward
away from the bed. The sound of her hard wooden heels impacting
with the rigid wooden floor further reminded me of her overpower-
ing desire to watch me submit to her strength. Four feet back
from the bed she again cracked her whip against the floor and
pointed defiantly down towards her feet. I understood her com-
mand immediately. I quickly jumped down onto the cold wooden
floor and kneeled subserviently below her beautiful leather-
sealed legs. Never before had I ever desired to hold a woman's
legs and kiss her pussy as much as I did at that moment. She was
wearing magnificent tall black leather boots that shined bril-
liantly in the morning light and smelled of freshly-polished
leather. Her luscious boots had tall thin black heels that came
to a fierce point against the floor. I kneeled at the foot of
her powerful-looking boots and glanced slowly up her leather-
covered legs.
She looked down at me with a look of dissatisfaction. "I haven't
been pleased with your progress in French. Today, we're going to
change all of that," she said with a sultry French accent.
"You're going to obey my commands and listen to my directions
with absolute perfection. Aren't you?"
"Yes", I replied softly. My response was not to her satisfac-
tion. She quickly replied with a fast kick of her hard-tipped
boots right into my ribs. I saw the anger on her beautiful face
and began to tremble with fear. "You will address me as 'Mis-
tress Allison' in every sentence. Do you understand, slave?"
"Yes, I understand, Mistress Allison", I replied louder.
"I want to see that you understand that you are my devoted
slave", she said forcefully. "You have no power against me. I
can easily beat you with my whip or kick you with my beautiful
boots if I desire to. Do you understand, slave?"
"Yes, I understand, Mistress Allison", I said.
"Good, now begin licking my boots. I want my boots licked", she
snapped.
I laid face down on the hard wood floor and nuzzled my face down
in between the soft black leather of her magnificent boots. I
began licking the buttery-soft leather around her feet and ankles
and, ever so slowly, began licking and kissing my way up towards
to top of her huge boots. I felt growing anticipation as I
worked my way higher and higher up the boots. I could feel how
tightly the soft leather pants and strong boots fit around her
shapely legs. Just as I was licking the top rim of her boots she
forced the long hard heel of one of her boots against my shoulder
and, with one strong kick, sent me rolling backwards onto my
back. I started to sit up but Allison quickly countered back
with all of her weight coming forcefully down on my chest through
her tall, powerful boots. I tried to squirm out from under her
high-heeled foot, but she quickly struck me on the side of my leg
with three repeated whippings.
Bruised and aching with pain, I gave up fighting my leather-clad
master and decided to submit to her whip and boot-protected
desire to dominate me. As I lay on the ground, naked, and looked
up along her leather-covered body towards her angelic face, I
sensed the strength of her will and I was overcome with the
reality that she would never allow me the chance to move or think
without her permission. It was from this strict master-servant
relationship that Allison seemed to fuel her own lust. She would
accept nothing less than absolute subservience from any man
before she would allow herself to be in the vulnerable position
of allowing someone to sexually possess her. Her boots and whip,
along with her sensual, feminine beauty, were her tools to ex-
tract subservience from the person of her choice. Her tight
leather was not only her shield to protect herself from a care-
less whipping, but also a complement to her fiery sensuality.
I lay on the hard wood floor, completely incapable of moving, for
what seemed like half an hour. Whenever I tried to squirm away I
received more repeated lashes from my mistress against my legs.
Whenever I tried to speak or ask for mercy, Allison would jab her
sharp heel into my chest, force me back against the floor, and
smile at me with a smug, self-confident look.
"Tell me exactly how you feel about me, now, slave", she growled.
I told her that I wanted to be her ideal slave. I would never
disobey her or give her anything less than flawless servitude. I
would only love her as she wanted me to love her. If she wanted
me to never look at her beautiful body or touch her soft leather,
I would obey without hesitation. I told her that I understood
how she could easily discipline me with her kicking and whippings
and reduce me to a groveling vegetable. She found my discipline
to be acceptable to her. She lifted her boot off of my chest and
allowed me to sit up. She then took a spiked dog collar and
fitted it around my neck. The collar was attached to a leash
which she held in her gloved hand as I began to crawl around the
room behind her. The sight of her lovely ass and long thin legs
in tight leather strutting across the floor further excited me.
I felt like a domesticated animal following my master around the
room under the control of her leash.
"You are my slave," she began reciting rhetorically. "You're
trapped by your own desire to fuck me and possess me, so you want
to please me. You probably want to grab me and overpower me, but
you know quite well how I can hurt you, don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress Allison," I replied. She was not pleased with me
so she pulled hard on my leash which hurt my neck and quickly
snapped me out of the trance-like state I was starting to fall
into. "Yes, Mistress Allison, I know how you can hurt me," I
replied per her earlier instructions.
"If you even fall short of correctly obeying my orders I can beat
you with my whip, choke you with this leash, or pound you under
my beautiful boots. I'm both completely protected from you and,
at the same time, capable of destroying you with pain." She
walked over to me and stood over me with her legs firmly planted
inches from my hands which were flat on the floor. "You no
longer have any will of your own. You can no longer think for
yourself. You only exist to obey me. I will do your thinking
and desiring. Your job is to satisfy my wants and needs only,
not your own."
I had absolutely no desire to disobey her. But I did want to
fuck her brains out.
She lead me across the room, still tightly leashed to her leath-
er-covered body, and ordered me to sit on a hard-wood chair that
was sitting in the middle of the room. It was a pleasure to be
allowed to stand up since my blond-haired dominatrice had pre-
vented me from standing up for the past hour. As I stood up
Allison became fearful of losing her dominance by the fact that I
was over a foot taller than she. I sensed the apprehension in
her face and she began to step back and prepare to recoil her
leather whip should she feel that I was going to try to hurt her.
The sight of her whip ready to hit me made me begin to shake, but
it also aroused me further. I sat down on the chair and Allison
then handcuffed my hands together behind the chair. She had
looped the cuff through part of the chair so that I could never
escape. She began to walk around and around me as she tied my
feet, arms and waist to the chair with rope. As she walked
around me she made a point of rubbing her butter-soft leathers
against my bare skin. She continually rubbed her tight leather
pants against my legs. I became aroused to the point of ecstasy
when she tied a bandana over my eyes so that I couldn't see a
thing and then left the room.
Ten minutes later she returned. From the sound of her boot heels
hitting the wooden floor, I could tell that she must have changed
out of her beautiful boots. The sound had become harder and
heavier. She walked up to me and removed the blindfold. She was
still wearing her leather jacket and gloves, but she was no
longer wearing her leather pants. The only thing on her legs
were a pair of magnificent big, black leather boots that rose up
well over her knees and half way up her thighs. I was still tied
to chair, so she sat down on my lap facing me with her booted
legs spread apart. She then slid her pussy up against my cock
and we slowly fucked.
After it was over, Allison untied me and left me alone. From
that day on, I became the most attentive French student that she
ever had. Each day my lessons were conducted as I had my ankles
tied to the legs of the chair so that I couldn't run away should
she have decided to discipline me. To remind me of her capabili-
ty to hurt me, Allison kept her leather whip lying on the top of
the desk all day in plain sight.
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