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Lessons
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Lessons
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It was too hot for March. I wiped the sweat from my forehead with
a napkin and took another bite of my eggroll. I hate 7-11 food.
It all tastes the same and it made my insides churn especially
at times like this. The waiting was always a bad scene.
There was too much time on my hands and I always used it to foolishly
over analyze things. Did I make the key right? Did she have a
boyfriend after all? Would her mother visit? I started to get the
shakes again and I chastized myself for my stupidity and cowardice.
I was here to teach and teach I would, anxiety be damned. She'd been
in the store almost thirty minutes now and if she kept her usual
schedule (she always did), she had about ten more mintues to go. I could
see her yellow Mazda from here and I imagined watching her short skirt
slide high up her thighs as she got in. She never suspected that anyone
was watching. They never did. They got up in the morning, pulled on
their sheer hose and heels, short skirts, and see-through blouses
and went to work not caring how many of us they frustrated. On the
weekends, they changed into bikinis and tight t-shirts and lay out
by the pool. As our eyes were irrisistably drawn to their breasts and
thighs, they teased us by stretching and arching their backs. But it
always ended with them going back to their apartments alone and us going
back to ours to relieve our frustrations with the latest issue of
Playboy. I was determined to teach them the cost of our frustration.
Men have been the sexual playthings of women for too long. They've
gotten away with their silly, sexual games because no one ever came
forward to teach them the Lessons until me. I was a Teacher and all
women were my students and, so far, they'd been excellent learners.
I had never had to teach any of them the same lesson twice. I saw her
exit the store and walk towards her car carrying her groceries. Her name
was Claire and she was rather good looking and well built as well. I
truly loved my task. She placed the groceries in the back seat and got
in her skirt riding up as I knew it would. At the sight of her thighs,
I began to get hard. She started her car and began the drive towards
home. She lived in an apartment which made her fine prey. Apartment
neighbors never hear or remember anything and there are always
handymen, gardeners, and other unknowns around. I fit in perfectly. As
I followed her, I let my mind wander to the whys of my Task. I knew
its purpose but the reason for its existence was always a mystery to
me. Why did women not accept their place? Why was it neccessary to
teach them over and over, generation after generation?
Why didn't the mothers pass on their lessons to the daughters? Or did
the daughters, in the arrogance of youth, forget the wisdom of their
parents? And every year, more and more blantant, tantilizing
exhibitionism. It's as if they were shouting their ignorance to the
world. Fortunetly, I was not deaf to their cries. I shook my head at
their stupidity. She made the last turn before her apartment and I
slowed not wanting to be too suspiscious. This was the most dangerous
part, along with the actual breaking and entering, and I'd called off
more than one Lesson at this point before because of nervousness. Not
this time, though. Claire was too deserving. I pulled to the curb
accross the street and waited out of sight for her to get safely inside.
Reaching into the glove box, I pulled out the key I'd made from a wax
casting of her lock. I fingered the treasure in my hands smiling at
the thought of all the locks it would open that stood between my
student and I. Slipping the key in my pocket, I got out and locked my
car and strolled casually towards her apartment. By now, she was in the
kitchen putting things away. I walked up to her door as if I lived there
and put my ear to it and was rewarded with some minor shuffling sounds.
Sliding the key in the lock, I quickly turned the knob and entered
closing the door quietly behind me. The hallway was dark and she was
still in the kitchen around the corner. I had no more need for secrecy
now and I walked boldly down the hall and around the corner. She gasped
and jumped when she saw me and dropped a jar mustard on the floor. I
smiled at her.
"Hello, Claire."
Her voice shook and she was gasping for air.
"Whh...whh..", was all the came out at first. I smiled again. Finally,
she managed to speak.
"What do you want?", she wispered.
"You, Claire. I want you. Isn't that you're trying to tell me
with those clothes, that make-up, that perfume? That you want
me to have you?"
Her pupils became huge.
"No, please", she croaked, "my purse is in the other room. Take all
my money, please, but...not this, please..."
"I don't want your money, Claire. I have nothing to Teach it."
She was shivering now and her breath was coming in ragged gasps.
The smell of her sudden sweat was beginning to overpower her Chanel
No. 5. I stood watching her for several seconds as she stood on the
threshold of Learning. She knew the Lesson was fast approaching
and was reluctant to endure it but she knew she was trapped and no
amount of pleading was going to sway this Teacher. I envied her in
a way. The exhilaration of learning such a valuable lesson had
never been mine. I was born knowing my task and place. Claire needed
to be reminded of hers which is something I would never experience.
I was forever denied the pleasure of Learning. She began to cry which
brought me out of my reverie.
"Let's begin, shall we, Claire? First, I'd like you to slowly
remove all your clothing."
This was a pivotal point. Sometimes, they would actually fight
me now. Other times, they would cave in and submit
immediatly as if they knew resistance was futile. Claire didn't
strike me as fighter and my suspicions were confirmed when she
bowed her head and wimpered one last plea. When I didn't respond,
she reached up to the buttons of her blouse and began to unbutton
them. I always made them undress themselves in front of me. It was
a way of forcing them to feel as if they were giving themselves to
me voluntarily as well as showing them the hoplessness of their
situation. It made them easier to control. Claire pulled her shirt
off to reveal large, milky-white breasts beneath a lace bra. She slid
her heels off and began to unzip her skirt. She kept her head bowed
trying to pretend that I wasn't really there and think of a logical
explanation for disrobing in the kitchen. I'm sure none was
forthcoming. Her skirt slid to the floor and she stood frozen in
nylons and bra with her hands at her sides. They almost always needed
a little prodding at this point. It seemed they always held a little
hope, even to the last, that I might be satisfied with seeing them
like this and leave. Some teachers might shirk their responsibilties
and be satisfied with just scaring them a bit. It was easy to
scare people and it rarely had any lasting effect. I wanted my lesson
to last a lifetime.
"Claire..."
She looked up with a very faint glimmer of hope in her eyes.
"The rest, Claire. Take off the rest."
The light of hope died. She knew there was no escape and the time
had come for her Lesson to begin in ernest. With her eyes locked
on mine, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Her breasts
were flawless with pale nipples the size of pencil erasers. They looked
very delicate. She bent over to remove her hose and they swung
gently against one another making my mouth water. It was so quiet the
rustling of her stockings and our breathing was deafening. At last, she
was naked and ready to learn. I walked to her and stopped in front her.
Bringing my hands up, I cupped her breasts and ran my thumbs across her
nipples. She squeezed her eyes shut but the tears kept flowing. She was
still fighting me, trying not to learn.
"Claire", I said gently. "Open your eyes and watch. You have much to
learn, Claire, and you're only going to make things more difficult
by fighting me." I squeezed her breasts for emphasis. She slowly opened
her eyes and looked down to see my hands fondling her breasts. Her head
turned slightly from left to right as she watched my hands probably
trying to convince herself this was a dream. Her nipples had become
hard with the skin around them crinkling under my touch. I lowered my
mouth to her left nipple and began to suck hard. Claire gasped at the
sensation despite herself. I continued for several seconds then stopped
and looked into her eyes.
"You may still resist me in your mind, Claire, but your body betrays
you. Look...". I fingered her nipple and she looked down. It was wet
from my mouth and very erect. She watched me this time as I lowered my
mouth to her right nipple. She was making real progress now. She was
no longer denying my existence but she still needed to learn that these
lessons were neccessary. She gasped again as I began to suck.
Apparently, they were very sensitive. I was tempted to remain here in
her kitchen but I knew my time was limited. Sadly, the reality of my
situation dictated that I only spend a short while with each student.
I raised up and took Claire by the waist and began pulling her to her
bedroom. She didn't struggle but her breathing did become deeper. She
was quivering and I knew she realized what was next. Her breast gently
brushed my arm as we walked and I almost stopped in the hallway and
had her there. I forced myself on. Her bedroom had the mark of single
girl living on her own. There was underwear strewn around the room and
jewelry littered her dressing table. I almost tripped on a pair shoes
as we entered. There was a Texas Ren Faire poster on the wall over the
bed and a picture of her mother on the nightstand. She had a brass bed
complete with railings which made my job oh so easy. I sat her on the
floor in front of her closet and pointed at several of the tennis shoes
there.
"Take the laces out."
She nodded dazedly but I knew she knew what was coming. She'd stopped
crying awhile back. Either she couldn't cry anymore or she'd realized
that this was actually a joyous occaision. I never could tell which they
believed. I knew what a gift of knowledge I was bestowing on them but,
sadly, I think they felt it was punishment more often than not. I know
they realized what they were doing was wrong and that they deserved
their punishment but they rarely seemed to get past the punishment phase
and see the true Lesson. It was a very rare woman who could fully grasp
my task and embrace it with the honor and submission it deserved. Claire
finished removing the laces from a second pair of shoes. I held out my
hand and smiled and she placed them in my palm. I stood up and motioned
her towards her bed and watched as she lay down. I watched, suprised,
as she streched into a spread-eagled psition with no prompting at all.
Perhaps Claire would turn out to be one of those very rare women after
all. I continued my lesson as I tied her to her bed.
"Do you know why I'm doing this, Claire?"
She stared back at me.
"Because women have forgotten who is Master in this world. Women
think they can tease us, frustrate us, and there won't be any
consequences. Because some men are weak, women have been
allowed to become arrogant. They think they're strong but that is only
vanity on their part. Deep inside, all women crave their natural
position as servants to men. They just forget their place in the world
sometimes. My task is to Teach them their place again. I'm not one to
repeat myself so I make sure my students get a thorough lesson."
I finished with her feet and moved to her hands. She looked up
at me as I continued.
"Do you remember what you wore today, Claire? The blouse, the
skirt? Do you know how many men you've teased with those clothes?
Do you think it's right for you to torture them while never
suffering as they do?"
I finished with her wrists and sat on the bed next to her. I began
to fondle her breasts again almost absent mindly.
"Today you're learning that all actions have consequences even
the ones you take for granted. You'll know not to tease men anymore
with your body and, if you do, there will be a price to pay."
I stood and began to remove my clothing. Claire watched almost
fascinated it seemed. I couldn't tell if she was actually interested
or lost in some dream world trying to escape me. In a few minutes,
she would have no way to deny or escape this lesson. We stared at one
another while the last of my clothing fell to the floor. I had a
raging hard on by now but her eyes never left my face. I considered
forcing her to look at it or possibly take it into her mouth but that
seemed a bit dangerous. She would feel it in the most private place
anyway. I walked into her bathroom and found a bottle of baby oil.
She was just on the other side of the room and I could see her streched
on the bed watching me. Her eyes never seemed to leave my face and I
paused wondering what she was seeing. I walked back into the bedroom
and poured the oil on myself. Her eyes finally lowered and she watched
as I covered myself with oil. I sat down next to her and poured some
in my hand. Slowly I reached out and began to rub it between her legs.
She was very warm and her hair was soft. As I worked the oil into her,
I noticed her squirming slightly at her bonds. Maybe she was anxious
for things to begin. I lay down on top of her and, staring into her
eyes, slowly slid inside her. She was warm and very tight and felt
very, very good. I could feel her breath on my face and she still
smelled of perfume. She had closed her eyes when I entered her and she
still had them tightly shut. This wouldn't do.
"Claire," I said softly, "Open your eyes and learn."
Her lids relaxed a little and I could see her brown eyes
through slits.
"Good girl. Now, a little more."
She opened her eyes all the way and stared back at me. Very slowly,
I began to move in and out of her. Our bodies rocked with the motion
and I could see she'd started her squirming again. I watched her
struggle in vain against the laces and her motions and fear made me
even harder inside her. I savored every stroke in her luscious body
knowing this would only come once for me. I would teach many, many
women in my life but I would teach Claire only once. She was moaning
softly whether from fear, rage, or pleasure I couldn't tell.
"Do you understand now?", I gasped. "This is why you are here. For the
pleasure of men, to be commanded by men. Not to tease men. Your lesson
is a hard one (I grinned to myself) but one you must learn. You're a
slave, Claire, and you must learn to act like one."
She was staring intently at my earlobe as if she was trying not
to hear. I liked her. She had spirit and was fighting to the last.
Of course, I couldn't let her off the hook so easily. My destiny
prevented that.
"Claire!", I commanded. Her eyes turned to mine. I lowered my mouth
to hers and searched out her tongue with mine. She fought at first
but held still as her spirit finally broke. My tongue probed her
mouth softly and my eyes locked on hers as I quickened my pace.
I raised up so I could watch her face while I moved in her but
her eyes never left mine even when the moment came and I filled her with
my cum. She gasped a little then as she felt it go inside her but that
was her only reaction. I wondered how she felt then as my seed slowly
trickled own the insides of her thighs. I wondered if she actually
learned anything or if Understanding was beyond her. I had taken her,
used her for my pleasure, and tried to teach her at the same time, but I
was afraid that she would never get past the shock of feeling that
sudden warm, stickiness inside her and grasp the truth of the moment.
They say you can lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink.
I slowed my pace then stopped and lay on top of her for a few
minutes still inside her. I wanted her to never forget this day. When I
felt myself softening, I got up and got dressed. She began crying
quietly again as I put my shirt on. I thought about trying to comfort
her but remembered this is often a difficult lesson to understand at
first so I didn't try. I untied her and she felt limp, weak and broken
to me. She didn't struggle or object when I led her to the closet.
"Rememeber, Claire", I whispered softly. "Remember the lesson,
my love." I closed the door quietly on her crying and got a Pepsi
from her fridge on the way out. It was a good day.
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