Teaching Her A Lesson, Part II

 

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Some of you have asked when I will finish this particular story. I hope the conclusion does not disappoint.

I found my hands sliding down the curves of her ass, tracing the freckle right on the tip before the flesh slid under towards her cunt.

My hand travelled up her skin, edging closer towards her.

Laura struggled to move, even kicked her legs out but before she could even move her legs probably, I had found her lips and was tracing my finger along her slick wetness.

“G-get off..get away” She whispered but her voice was low and trembling.

The daze washed over me then, filling my mind was a certain warmness as the blood rushed there. My heart continued to hammer.

I slid my finger into her slowly, easing its way in till her cunt had swallowed my entire index finger.

Laura’s legs did a spasm but she held herself together. Her curses underneath her breath became moans and long before I knew it, she was rocking back into me. I quickened the pace of my fingers, moving in them rapidly in and out of her.

Each time my fingers slid out, they were thicker with her sweet juice.

I found the aroma of her to be quite appetising. I wanted to taste her.

“Get away from me” Laura hissed, trying to wiggle away from me.

I went to open my mouth but my hand reacted almost instantly, striking her hard across the face.

Laura’s face snapped to the left, instantly reddening her and knocking her fringe over her eyes.

Behind the hair, she sobbed. O how she sobbed like a little lost girl.

I left my index finger resting within her as I pulled my body back to take in the view of her.

She stood there, her hands bound to the coat hanger pole above her.

Even in her sobbing, she must’ve thought – somewhere deep down – that she had to be quiet because it was as if she was suppressing her sobs. Gritting her teeth as they came out through her throat choking her.

 

I took in the sight of the BITE ME scrawled across her ass. But something was missing in that moment, I felt. Something the teacher’s did to me when I misbehaved in primary school – a spanking.

I raised my hand and struck her. She fell forward into the wall, her ass shifting upwards in front of my face.

I struck her again, this time on the right cheek. She winced and began to sob, a little bit more loudly this time.

I struck her again. Then again. And again. I recall that it was as if something possessed me. Maybe it was all the anger that was built up because this little whore was mocking me in my own fucking class.

I spun around, pulling off her cotton school shirt. It fell, unbuttoned to the floor.

Her tits were in my face, small perky things. Her nipples were pink little buttons. I lowered my mouth onto her right nipple and bit gently. Laura was still crying quietly, doing her best to muffle her sobs.

I tested her then, suckling the little young tit into my mouth, seeing if she reacted. Her body tightened, as did her little nipple, which stiffened. But nothing came of it. She stayed still.

 

There came a muffled noise traveling through the door. I felt the anger leave me, drain out of my body. And I heard this –

Is everything alright ma’am?

It was a woman’s voice. A teenager, it sounded like. I remember thinking about turning around and whipping that door open and whipping the girl for the interruption. But that could lead to darker paths.

Instead, I grabbed Laura by the hair and put my mouth to her ear.

“Say, you’re fine. Do it, you little slut, or you’ll wish you did by the time they can stop me and free you..”

“I’m fine, thanks” came Laura’s shaky broken voice.

The teenage voice replied with “Okay”, which sounded a little unsure but when I was confident she was gone, I turned on Laura and something possessed me again, rising up my body with tingling rage…

 

..I spat on her. It hit her in the cheek and rolled down her luscious lips.

She cried out at the act and begged to be let go, that she won’t tell anyone. The begging came fast and low as her voice trembled.

I couldn’t help but look down at her pretty little cunt and smile as it pulsated for me. Her lips were quivering, vibrating almost.

Better than that, she was terribly wet.

“And you call me a dyke?”

I struck her again and her body shivered.

Little Laura shook her head violently. “I didn’t mean it, I didn’t”

“And yet look at you. You’re fucking soaking.”

“No, I – I didn’t mean it”

The girl was delirious.

I remember sliding two fingers into that wet cunt of hers, which slid in at ease. Or was it three fingers? I can’t recall what I used on her first.

Whatever it was, she groaned, as if winded.

I took no notice of it as I slid my fingers in and out.

To my surprise, the little bitch was rocking back into my fingers, trying to get the full length inside her. I didn’t let her. When she rocked her hips, I held back.

Her gutted groans became soft moans.

“You don’t seem so troubled now”

Laura was delirious. She mumbled something low, her face covered by her dyed hair.

“And you call me a dyke” I said to her softly.

“I didn’t…I didn’t…”

“You didn’t what?

“I can’t think…with…with you…”

My thumb slid down to her clit and began to massage her. She trembled on her spot and I saw..I saw her knee shaking.

“That’s your problem you little bitch”

“I am…”

“You are what?”

I struck her ass at this.

“A little…a little…”

“Dyke?”

“Yes, I mean no…”

“I think you are”

Little Laura began to breathe quicker then.

“No”

“Yes.”

“No, I’m…I’m not”

“SAY IT”

She jumped at that and still she accepted my fingers and thumb.

“I’m a…I’m a…”

“Yeees?” I hissed at her.

“I’m a little dyke”

“And you believe that?’

“Y-yes…I…I guess..”

I pulled out my fingers, moved closer to her and wiped them on her face.

“Yes. You are a little dyke-whore”

“Please…please…I need it”

“Do you? A moment ago, you were crying.”

“I…I just need it”

“Goodbye, little Laura.”

I quietly left her there, tied to the pole in the dressing room.

The workers looked at me strangely but they knew nothing.

In hindsight, I shouldn’t have left her bound by her legs and arms to the dressing room of the shop but the hussy needed to learn her lesson.

So hopefully the little bitch will figure out I loosened the knots so she would finish her task by getting her ass back to mine.

Exploring sexuality in BDSM and D/s relationships

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I wanted to talk about sexuality in BDSM because it’s something that sparks a lot of confusion and controversy among certain circles.

Some folk new to the idea of BDSM might figure that the role of the Dominant is assigned to a man, just as the role of the submissive is assigned to a female. This isn’t true and it’s one of the beautiful things about BDSM and a D/s relationship.

The role can belong to any gender who possesses that mindset and traits. In fact, people can move between the two roles, which has led to some people using the label ‘switch’.

So you see, two men can be engaged in a D/s relationship, just as two women can be engaged in a D/s relationship. In other examples, the woman can be the Dominant (or ‘Domme’) and her submissive can even be a male. There’s no shame in a man stepping forth and declaring he is submissive, just as there should be no shame in a gay couple coming forth and declaring their roles and their love for each other.

I’m of a belief that it doesn’t matter who you are or what your sexual preference is, so long as you treat me with kindness, warmth and respect, I’ll do the same to you.

Another point I want to address relates to submissive men. A man might be submissive and afraid to admit it because doing so might lead others to believe he is homosexual. Yeah, that’s a possibility. It shouldn’t matter and it’s unfortunate it does but a submissive male doesn’t necessarily mean they are into the same sex. Just because you enjoy the idea of anal sex or anal pleasure does not mean you are into men. There’s nerve endings on the ass, you know? With practice, you can stimulate yourself to what I am sure would be powerful orgasms.

I feel like there is an unspoken problem there, between folk enjoying anal pleasure , even at the hands of a Dom/Domme.
That’s media, that’s society talking. Don’t define things by a narrow label – labels are for soup. Enjoy and embrace who you are, regardless of tastes. A Domme women and a submissive man may have a relationship as fruitful and powerful as any other, just as a Dominant man and a submissive man may have a beautiful and healthy relationship.

I feel there are people out there struggling with their sexuality and with their interest in BDSM and pursuing a D/s relationship when they don’t need to be worried about it at all.

If anything, look at it this way: What is sexuality? It can’t be as simple as what’s out there can it? Especially when something like BDSM and D/s relationships are challenging the concept of what it means to like this or what it means to like that? Like love, it can’t be defined, as love is different person to person.
My head’s all over the place with this and I’m not sure I am making sense. At the end of the day, don’t let media and society’s narrow views on sexuality define you. Just because you the mainstream media might be populated with straight sex and news articles and folk frown on your tastes doesn’t mean anything.

If you’re gay, be proud and happy. If you’re a submissive man, be proud of it. If you’re a lesbian, be proud and stand tall because you know what? What you want to explore is beautiful and you are on the cusp of exploring your true identity. Even if it doesn’t work out, look at this way: you tried exploring something most people are afraid to explore. You’re better than those that want to live with hate in their hearts.

Sexuality is fluid. We should be open to experiences and sensations and forget about small minded labels. That’s not who we are.

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The Contract, Part I

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When Ariel first saw the sea witch, she was taken back at the very sight of her.
Not only were the witch’s tentacles thrashing about fiercely as she was being greeted but the witch herself was unlike what she was picturing as Ariel made her journey to her cave.
The sea witch was not the haggard old wench Ariel had seen in her mind bent over a cauldron with milky blind eyes. She was a beautiful, with plump and luscious ruby lips and light green eye that lit up when they saw Ariel approach.
When the sea witch spoke, Ariel was surprised at how husky her voice was, for in her mind, she expected to hear something along the lines of a tired old voice, nearing the end of its journey.
But the sea witch spoke energetically, propelling herself around Ariel with her tentacles.
Ariel’s heart was hammering away in her chest and there was a nagging voice at the back of her mind that said she shouldn’t be here at all, so she spoke softly and quickly, recounting the moment she laid eyes upon the prince and had fallen in love. How she would do anything to be with him. Even as she said the words, Ariel felt a stab of panic and fear. Her desperation and the intensity of her desire for this beautiful prince frightened her, yet her desire to be with him drove her here and she wasn’t going to back away.

That’s when the sea witch told her she could become human. Ariel’s heart leapt into her throat at the very word. Humans. She had been watching them for some time but to be one?
The thought was both exhilarating and frightening.
The sea witch must’ve seen the fear in her eyes because she grinned, creeping closer to her.
“I can give that to you” the sea witch said. “In return, I want something from you”
The sea witch was watching Ariel closely, her light green eyes darting back and forth.
“W-what?”
The sea witch moved closer to Ariel now, her face just inches away. Ariel couldn’t help but meet her gaze. Her eyes were intense.
“Your body” The sea witch said softly, her eyes never leaving Ariel’s.
Ariel’s heart was hammering so hard she thought it was going to break through and float away into the abyss. What was this mad woman talking about? My body? My soul?
She felt a tentacle stroke down across her face, slithering across the curves of her breast that her top barely concealed.
“I will give you your humanity, princess. But when I do, I want to take a piece of that humanity. I want to take King Triton’s little girl.
Ariel could feel her cheeks burning. “I-I don’t know anything about that”
The sea witch glided away from Ariel and over to a nearby shelf full to the brim with ancient magical items.
Ariel found the sway of her tentacles hypnotic. They seemed to move as one and to a rhythm Ariel couldn’t hear. They entranced her.
“We can fix that,” The witch said at last, knocking Ariel out of her trance. “What do you say?”

“I…”
Ariel shifted uncomfortably on the spot. She could hear the thud of her heart hamming away in her ears.
“You want to see your prince don’t you? With some long slender legs?”
“Yes, but…”
The witch grabbed a few items off the shelf – jars full of dark and murky material Ariel couldn’t make out. She glided across the room of the cave, moving to her cauldron that sat in the middle of the room.
“Tick tock, sweetie. That man is a darling. It won’t be long before a human catches his eye. And you know what she has that you don’t? Humanity”
“But..I don’t know…”
“Don’t know what?”
“What I’m doing…”
Ariel’s face sank to the ground. She couldn’t look the witch in the eye any longer. She had no idea what to expect of such a proposition..but to be human? To sweep him off his feet and be better than all that wanted his attention? The pretty human girls with their…legs.
“There’s nothing to it, princess. Especially when you’re done, you can just jump off onto dry land and find that delicious man.”
“Yeah..”
And he will see me finally for who I really am, not by what I am.
“Do we have a deal?”
The witch was stuffing items into the cauldron, one after another.
Ariel sighed. Her dad would hate her forever but she loved the prince. She loved him so much.
“It’s a deal” Ariel said, her voice stammering and low.
The sea witch clicked her fingers and a piece of paper appeared in her hand, yellowed by age, it seemed to Ariel.
“Sign here at the bottom, sweet cheeks”
Ariel felt her hand trembling as she traced her fingers across the dotted line and signed her name.
When she was down, the sea witch clicked her fingers and the contact disappeared.

That was when the sea witch started speaking loudly in an undecipherable language.
Green mist formed from the cauldron and filled the room quickly, disabling Ariel’s vision. She could see nothing but green mist and a flash of a dazzling white light. That light grew in the room then, small at first but growing larger and larger until it enveloped her entirely. Ariel felt herself grow dizzy – then everything went black.

Ariel came to screaming. She thrashed away, trying to escape – and that’s when she noticed it. Her legs. Her long and slender legs. That was when she realised she was naked. She could feel a cold breeze skim across her nipples as the sea witch circled around her.
Ariel stared dumbfounded at the sight of her nude body..at her small pink nipples…then a smile appeared across her lips. She was finally human.
“That smile…mmm”
The sea witch let a drawn out moan. “Delicious little princess”
She glided across the room towards Ariel with a wicked grin on her face.
Then a panicking thought struck her – she’s still underwater. She began to kick her legs around violently.
“Shh” the sea witch cooed. “You’re okay here”
“But…if I am human, how am I breathing underwater?”
“A spell, nothing more.”
Her tentacles lashed out at Ariel, one wrapped across her left leg tightly, while another wrapped around her right leg just as tightly.
“What…w-what are you doing?”
The sea witch laughed out loud. “Sweetie, why…I’m claiming my rightful piece of your humanity”
Her tentacles spread Ariel’s legs apart. The sensation made Ariel panic and…something else? What was that feeling that travelled down her chest and between her legs?
Before she could answer her own thought, another tentacle lashed out at her like a shark and Ariel screamed as she felt her breasts stinging.

“Hold still” the sea witch purred. “This is just the beginning.”

To be continued…maybe…

 

 Note: So…yeah, that happened. It’s kind of weird, I know. Very Japanese. But what I wanted to do was take a simple thing and sort of turn it on its head into this weird, slightly gothic story that hopefully is kind of sexy. Obviously this is the set up and as such, my goal was to get your motor running at the imagery I provided here. If there’s enough interest, I’ll write the follow up. If not, then excuse my experiment in writing.