E012: Another pearl is earned
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Posted:Oct 27, 2018 9:19 am
Last Updated:Oct 30, 2018 7:02 am
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They lay like this, Donald’s head on Emma’s outstretched tied arm, both breathing deeply, both content at this moment.
After a couple of minutes, he calms himself. Donald gets off the bed and walks away. The disappointing sigh which comes out of Emma is music to his ears.
He comes back shortly and sits on the bed his ass up next to Emma’s thigh. He leans and unclasps her new necklace. The confused look on Emma’s face disappears when he tells her to hold the clasp between her teeth. She does as told, and he tips the chain to an angle that the pearl rolls and lays next to her lips.
The cool, smooth, feel of the orb next to her lips is interesting, but when Donald displays a new pearl and slides it on the chain to fall against the first at her lips, it takes a lot of effort for her not to grin and drop the chain. He takes the clasp from her mouth and put the necklace back around her neck.
Feeling two pearls against her hyoid make her feel so proud. She dares to gaze into the Professor’s eyes as he tells her that she has done very well with her lesson just now. Did she enjoy it? Emma vigorously nods her head up and down, not speaking.
Donald places his hand on her stomach and strokes it, so close to her mons. Making her hope he will pleasure her again, even if it is rather soon. But she quickly realizes that he really is teasing at her. No, the new itch she has will not be satisfied right now.
He brings the mask from last week and places it on her, taking her again into total darkness.
She hears him softly talking to her as he continues to rub her stomach.
“Now I want to you sleep for a while, we will go on to your next lesson in a few hours, just relax and try to go to sleep, I will be right here by you until you do.”
He continues to gently rub her stomach moving close but not touching her mons or pussy.
But with her legs spread and tied, he enjoys the show of cum continually dripping out of her. The sheet beneath her starts to be soaked, and it is satisfying that some of what is coming out of Emma is his cum from just a while ago.
He so wants to move his fingers between her and scoop up some of the juices to enjoy, but Emma is trembling already and to do this will probably take her over the top again. He does not want this yet.
He hears Emma breathing steadily to a constant rhythm and she even let out a little snore after a few minutes. He moves his hand from her, and a little whimper comes out of her, but she is asleep.
Donald puts on his boxers and goes to the living room where he sits thinking about what has happened and what he soon is planning for her. He sips on a glass of scotch, listening to some low jazz playing and just imagines the different ways Emma will have to earn her pearls. He smiles to himself about how many there will be before the necklace is complete.
After a bit, he realizes that perhaps he should go to sleep for a while so to be awake when Emma’s opportunity for a third pearl will begin.
But he can’t help himself, he stops and gazes down on Emma sleeping and reaches down and gently slide his fingers up and down her soaked slit. She moans a little in her sleep, and his fingers cover in her juices. Donald lifts them to his lips and licked them clean, revealing in the wonderful scent and taste. He then goes to his bedroom and lays down and is also soon asleep.
He has come twice in such a short time it has drained him some.
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E011: Beginning down the path
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Posted:Oct 27, 2018 9:18 am
Last Updated:Oct 30, 2018 7:03 am
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Donald places his hand at the back of Emma’s neck, holding it firmly against the chain. He turns her and leads her down the hall to the bedroom.
On Emma’s first visit, she had thought that this was his, the Professor’s room, but it is not. It is the room he uses when conducting ‘studies’ and it would now be Emma’s room.
She instinctively knows to keep her eyes forward and down in his presence. But she does glance around with the corners of her eyes. She could see the restraints still on the bedposts, and the dresser which held that wonderful toy which had so pleasured her, and the door to the bathroom the Professor had sent her to. Now, she also sees a couch on one wall, and how the dresser’s mirror tilts just right to show the full bed.
Emma just stands where Donald stopped her. Hands behind her back. Waiting, lusting for what is to come. The Professor leans close to her and speaks in her ear, “I do believe there is a little more discipline we should probably take care of first isn’t there?”
All Emma can do is nod her head as tears form in the corner of her eyes.
It isn’t the spanking that she dreads, no that has sent a strange feeling through her whole body. It is knowing she has displeased Donald that made her tear up remembering.
When he takes her to the side of the bed and guides her over his lap she does not resist in the least. Laying across his lap, Emma began to breathe deeply. Oh the anticipation, the idea that even this way he would be touching her.
When she feels his hand just rubbing her cheek, the juices in her just drip down between his trousers. As Donald feels the wetness on his pants thigh he delivered the first blow.
“You know why you are being spanked Emma, don’t you? You must learn never to touch yourself in that way without permission. I will dictate when you may feel pleasure in that way only. It is not for you to give in to yourself when desires arise.”
“Yes Sir,” was all that Emma could humbly reply.
“And the squirming when you were told to lay still for me to see you. That you must learn to control.”
Sobbing now, Emma replies in a small voice, “Yes sir, I will do as told.”
The hand spanking does not last long, this time. Donald feeling Emma’s wetness flowing from her is developing a hard-on. That, he does not want to show to Emma yet. With her lying across him, it will be displayed to her too soon.
After hand spanking her he abruptly makes her stand and lay down on the bed as she had the week before. He takes her hands and feet and ties them as before, but Emma feels a gentleness in Donald’s movements which had not been there the week before. The leg ties are longer today, she can move her legs some. Even bring her legs up.
As Donald ties her to the bed he speaks to her, “Emma, you seem to have progressed well this week. Learning how to behave so wonderfully for me. Perhaps your punishment was a blessing in disguise for both of us. You seem to be understanding what is expected of you to get what you want and need. But in time, what you think you crave now, will become almost unimportant compared to what you will come to desire. You will know what you have to do, and lust to be able to do it.”
Emma does not fully comprehend what the Professor is eluding to, but it confirmed in a way what she has come to realize earlier.
The caressing of her forearms and calves as he ties her up is making her almost swoon.
“Tonight Emma, I will help you enjoy the pleasures of your own body, but tomorrow you will learn the pleasure of pleasing another.”
All Emma really hears is that there will be a tomorrow. Would she be here for the night?
Oh, please let that be true.
Then an evening and night of bliss, which Emma in her greatest stretches of imagination has never considered, begins.
Donald slides on the bed beside her and begins to caress her breasts. Oh, the feel of his fingers touching her sends shivers up and down her body. And when he pinches and rubs her nipples to harden them, Emma gasps in joy.
But that is only the beginning, Donald’s hand moves down her stomach, as his lips lowered over her nipple and takes it into his lips to suck and lick. Ooh, what a wonderful feeling. His hand running gently over her stomach, almost like little feathers, just touching her. And then, she feels his hand scratching through her mons going lower and lower.
She feels this sensation she never has before, this throbbing between her thighs. Ooh, she cries out a little. In anticipation of what she has never felt, but instinctively knows that she craves.
Donald knows her anguish and just teases Emma, running his fingers lightly over the top edge of her love box. Nowhere near where she is now rising up begging for attention.
This is wonderful Donald thinks. Emma is so in need of self-fulfillment that she will probably agree to anything right now. He can tell that even without direct attention, Emma is almost on the verge of cumming a second time. This time she will remember the feeling and know how it comes to flow over her.
How does Donald want her to experience that?
He removes his oh so close hand from her. He hears her sigh of disappointment. Donald strokes Emma’s already wet forehead and tells her she needs to calm herself a little. She can’t burst and dissolve too soon.
She just looks up into his eyes panting a little.
Yes, Emma is coming along perfectly.
Donald moves away from the bed somewhat out of Emma’s sight. He undresses as he hears her sigh in disappointment. He comes back to the bed. Emma lifts her head a little, looking in the mirror, she sees his beautiful naked body standing right next to the bed.
He climbed on the bed and kneels between her legs. He runs his hard cock up and down Emma’s slit, in her juices lubricating himself. She groans with the ecstasy of this touch. When well wetted by her, he fingers her some to prep her virginal vag for the first time. Emma squiggling and squirming.
Donald thrust his prick into Emma. She let out a gasp, and while the first couple of thrusts are painful for her, the sweet, wonderful pain, that does not really pain at all, overwhelms her. Emma is soon matching her pace with his, crying out in joyful abandonment.
It isn’t long before he feels the throbbing of her pussy and instinctive clutching of her vag. Her legs are now bent at the knee, as she presses herself up to him more and more.
The scientific part of him ponders, “is this a physical sensation to clutch like this? When does it happen besides when well into intercourse? Or is this something she has taught herself that she must do when with a man like this? No, it must be a natural reaction to being fucked. It is so nice how she immediately responds in this way now that she finally has a suiter cum calling.”
Donald did not like where his mind is wandering, to all these different possibilities. This woman/girl is getting to him, under his skin, in a way that is scientifically very inappropriate.
But who gave a…. about any of that when he has Emma’s soft and wet body under his.
Emma revels in this feeling of Donald in her, pounding and pressing against her body. Even tied as she is, she could just live forever like this. He banging against her, touching her full body with every inward thrust.
Then she feels him release himself in her, deep and fully. The wetness started dripping out of her, over her inner thighs, and down through her ass crack. She would not move from this for any reason.
Donald rolls off her spent. “What has this woman done to me?” he thinks, “I need to get back into control of myself.”
And though his desire is to roll towards Emma and hold her tight, caressing her thighs, stomach and breasts, he restrains himself. He lays on his back, out of Emma’s confined reach, and breathes deeply over and over to totally calm himself.
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E010: Finally, again
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Posted:Oct 25, 2018 8:21 am
Last Updated:Oct 30, 2018 7:03 am
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The hour comes for Emma to go; she finds her panties almost saturated again. She blushes to herself that she has done this so soon again, and after washing the panties yesterday to make sure they were fresh.
Spending all day thinking about what is coming, she has been almost leaving a trail everywhere she walks. And then dressing as she had yesterday brought all those memories back, not to mention her anticipation of what is ahead of her.
This new plateau of existence is almost too much for her. These feelings and desires which have been washing over her this last week are so much for her to comprehend.
And now she will be taken further.
From this whole week of abandonment, something inside of her realizes that as much as she wants to feel these things again, and more, that will not be enough. There is something nagging at the back of her mind-- her climaxing might not be what she really needs. No, she wants to do whatever is demanded of her to serve the Professor in the way he desires to be served by her.
This realization comes over her as she is walking to her car to leave, unnerving her so that she almost falls on the driveway in her high heels. Luckily, grabbing the hood of her car, she steadies herself as this new insight overwhelms her.
Could this be what his lecture was about? Is it the fact that yielding to another is the utmost pleasure?
She is still so unsure. She wants his touch so much. But this little seed of an understanding will now begin to grow and grow until it is the full flower of what she could offer and need.
Shaking more than she has been for the whole afternoon in anticipation, but now with the new awareness manifold in her, she gets into her car.
Breathing deep a few times to calm herself, she starts the car and drives to the Professor’s house. Pulling in his drive, Emma is glad to see on her car clock that she is a few minutes early. She likes the feel of his hand as he spanks her. But she so wants to show she can be obedient to his commands today.
This has to be the beginning of what she yearns for; please let it be, she hopes.
And Donald had alluded that a spanking was ahead for her today due to her touching herself and then later, squirming when she was to lie for him to view. This sends a new shudder through her as she gets out of her car.
Emma walks carefully to the door on the high heels following the earlier almost-mishap in her drive. She does not want to arrive at the door tripping and on her knees.
She rings the doorbell and waits. And waits. And waits.
It really isn’t that long, but to her, it is a millennium. She feels the wetness between her legs, and squirms as she waits. And after what is only three or four minutes, but in her mind forever, Donald opens the door.
Now it should be mentioned here and now, so to understand, further along, Donald has been watching her since she pulled into his drive. He has surveillance cameras on his drive and door and around his property.
Seeing Emma so obviously nervous and yet so ready hardens him as he watches her arrival. Aroused, he quickly relieves himself so to present himself in a controlled and in-command posture in front of her.
Never can Emma ever suspect that she has this power over him. Just watching or imagining her is able to make him weak. No, that will never do, not for what this is to become between them. So, for now, he quickly jerks himself to a climax while watching her stand nervously at his door.
Yes, this will be the dilemma between the Professor and Emma for their whole time together. Donald is in control, or is he? Emma could do something to him, taking him to where he would worship at her feet.
But he is the one to be in control; she needs him to be, for her. And he needs to be, for himself too. Too often though, he finds himself succumbing to her charms, her naivety, her sexuality, so that he finds himself realizing that in many ways, she truly is who is in control, even if she does not realize it, yet.
For now, he composes himself and is able to play the role he has laid out for himself and Emma. On opening the door, he just points to the marked spot in his living room. Emma hurries to it and stands just looking ahead. She so wants to glance--no, stare and be engrossed with the wonderful beauty of her Professor, but she dares not.
She is dressed in the clothes he had sent her yesterday, and as he comes and stands in front of her he nods. She comprehends immediately and begins by first unzipping the back of her dress and letting it fall to the ground, then reaching back and unhooking her bra and letting that fall from her.
Her hands on her hips, just under the top lace of her panties, slowly slide them down to her ankles and she steps out of them, before stepping out of her high heels. Now standing again on her spot, naked before him, the trembles that run through her give her a feeling throughout her body that she has never experienced before.
Standing before her, also feeling tremors running through his body but hoping they do not show, Donald just gazes at Emma’s body. Yes, there are some flaws. She might be a bit overweight, and rather pale in some areas, but with her body sheened and oiled, she has such a glow and loveliness to her.
Donald could easily fall to his knees and devour her love box, but no, that is not how this is to play out if he wants his final, and greatest, reward.
Instead, he walks up to her, close, and brings his fingers up her inner thigh. Hearing Emma gasp and then sigh deeply at his intimate touch, he moves to her wet, soaking, slit. Yes, she is so primed. She trembles at his wonderful touch, staggering as she stands, so much so that Donald realizes and places his hand on her lower back at the bottom of her spine, just above her ass cheeks, to steady her.
She leans back into his steadying hand and moans deeply as he strokes her. As her back arches as she stands, Donald realizes she is experiencing her first orgasm. Emma will not know what is overtaking her yet, so Donald will be able to bring her to this point again in a better position.
For her to do so, so quickly, without much prodding, to be to this point already...Donald smiles as he realizes the anguish Emma must have been building up during these days of her punishment.
He holds Emma steady until this new and extraordinary wave washes over her. Then removes his finger from her slit. If she can climax this easily from just a few strokes up and down, not even focusing on the main events, what would Emma be like when he did really pleasure her? And now, tasting the fruits of sexual satisfaction, what would Emma be willing to do to experience this sensation once again?
Donald steps back from Emma and takes something from his pocket. It is a gold necklace with one pearl. He places it around Emma’s neck; it is not much more than a choker necklace, lying just below her hyoid bone.
He speaks quietly but with a firmness in his voice, the way he always does when they are together, a voice Emma longs to hear.
“Emma, this is your first pearl for how well you performed your lesson last week. You will now receive a new one for each lesson you master until the necklace is full and ready to be put to use. When that time comes, you will have finished your training and be ready. If you fail to master a lesson, one pearl will be taken away and you will receive another time of punishment, making it longer until you graduate.”
A new jolt goes through Emma hearing this; all that spins through her head is the graduating and being ready part. And oh, if punishment is a time of a banishment, does this mean she will be seeing her glorious Professor much more now? She again sways some as she lifts her fingers and caresses the necklace and pearl.
Her look as she strokes the pearl gives Donald great satisfaction.
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E008: Emma’s appointment
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Posted:Oct 25, 2018 8:17 am
Last Updated:Oct 29, 2018 1:57 pm
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Emma smoothed the dress over her hips and felt a rush of excitement from doing it. Immediately she felt guilty that she had done something which she enjoyed without the Professor’s permission.
She hadn’t meant to, so she hoped it was a misdemeanor, and not something she needed to report.
She looked at the clock and realized the morning was slipping away and she did need to get to this appointment right away. Coming down her stairs she did feel a little shaky on the high heels but by the time she got to the bottom of the steps she had steadied herself.
Driving to the salon she wondered what was ahead for her. Donald had been vague in his outline of what was to happen, but she knew whatever it was she would submit herself to it, for him.
Arriving at the place she had been directed to she parked, went into the waiting room, and up to the receptionist. She gave her name in not much more than a whisper. There were all these other people here and did she really want any of them to know who she was?
But, the receptionist was so loud in her response saying she was expected, and they would be ready for her in just a minute or two. Emma cringed as she took a seat to wait. Someone came into the lobby and announced her name. Thank goodness it was only her first name. The woman told Emma to come with her.
Emma was taken to a room with a table in the middle of it. It had stirrups at the end, like her GYN’s office really. A couple of chairs, a counter with all sorts of strange things on it, and cabinets above and below it.
On the table was a large cloth sheet. Emma’s guide told her to undress completely, and then get on the table on her back. The sheet was to cover herself with.
The room was shaded and dimly lit. There were some candles around the room burning, giving off a different but enjoyable scent.
Left alone, she went to the chair and slowly lifted her dress off her, enjoying feeling the softness of the fabric run over her body. Then she unhooked her beautiful new bra and laid it on the dress, then she slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them, and her shoes.
She climbed on the table, laid how instructed, her head on a small pillow, and placed the sheet over her, just from her knees to above her breasts.
She did not have to wait long. There was a small knock at the door, and it opened and a small beautiful woman walked in.
“Hello Emma, I am Sasha and I will be taking care of you today. I have the instructions sent as to what is to be done. Please believe me, I will be careful with you and not hurt you too much. I promise.”
There was a nervous look on Emma’s face as she just nodded her head.
“We will start with your legs first.”
Sasha lifted the sheet up Emma’s legs, just covering her crotch.
She brought over a pot of wax and began to spread it on Emma’s calves. Then over her knees and all over her thighs, lifting each leg to get the backsides. The warm wax felt nice, and how Sasha applied it was so soothing.
But did Sasha really have to go so high up, especially on her inner thighs? Emma was not that hairy, especially up that high.
Emma’s laid there as the wax cooled just a little. Then the pain did begin.
Sasha gently pressed small strips of cloth against her calves first and then ripped it away taking all the hair on her legs with it. Then the same to each thigh. Oh, when Sasha got to the inner thigh so high up the rip-away did hurt a good bit. But she was so thorough – she even waxed some places again, and a second rip.
Sasha seemed to be a perfectionist. Leaning close to Emma she looked for any stray hairs, then lifted her legs again to inspect the back.
Sasha had Emma roll over on her stomach and lifted the sheet up to her back, exposing Emma’s ass. She turned the stirrups and placed Emma’s feet in them, which made her spread wide open. Emma blushed brightly, as she felt Sasha’s gloved fingers spread her cheeks and begin to apply wax along her crack and gently around her back hole.
“You do not have much hair here Emma, not like some people, but my instructions are to clean this well also.”
And rip, it was pulled along the crack, then another cloth was pressed firmly around her hole and ripped away there.
At that, though she had been trying to be still and not make a sound at each rip, this one was a bit much and Emma cried out.
Sasha then quickly poured some warm oil down her crack and softly rubbed it in up and down her crack, and then circled her hole. That did feel rather nice.
Then the oil was dripped down over her cheeks, thighs, and calves and Sasha worked it in well all down her backside, almost like a massage as she did. Sasha lifted Emma’s feet out of the stirrups and quietly told her to roll over. Holding the sheet up for her, Emma did. Sasha placed the sheet back over Emma again, just barely covering her as she rubbed oil onto the fronts of Emma’s legs.
She then continued to oil up Emma’s arms, which she raised over Emma’s head, telling her to hold her hands together there. Sasha then returned with the warm wax and applied it to each of Emma’s armpits. And then rip, rip, rip cleared all the hair away there. Followed by the oil.
Sasha took her time over it all, and while there was the pain of the hair being pulled out, the soothing feel of the oil rubbed in after was so delightful. Emma began to feel a little wetness between her legs.
Oh my, she thought, and blushed a little more. Sasha’s touch was so nice, but it felt business-like, not like the truly arousing way Donald had touched her.
Sasha went to the foot of the table and again placed Emma’s feet in the stirrup and spread them apart. She came and placed a cylinder pillow under Emma’s back, lifting her, and when Sasha lifted the sheet up above Emma’s stomach, her crotch was spread wide and raised up high.
Again, all that Emma could do was to blush more.
Sasha brought out a comb and barber’s scissors, and began at the top of her mons to comb the hairs up and then clip them. She did this for a few minutes, then went to the wall and pressed a bell.
Seconds later another woman entered the room and stood at the other side of the table, looking down on Emma’s privates. She took the comb from Sasha and began to hold it close to Emma’s skin as Sasha held strands of her mons hair in her fingers, pulling them up, and then clipping so close against the comb. There was hardly even a shadow of hair left when she finished. And Sasha would bend so close to inspect her work, to make sure she got every hair. Emma could feel her breath blow gently across her slit.
When the mons was shorn the other woman left, and Sasha scooted Emma down the table, the pillow going with her. Emma’s legs are now bent and spread so wide, almost to the end of the table, her now dripping slit so exposed.
Sasha moved a stool to sit in front of Emma’s pussy. Seeing Emma's condition, Sasha quietly chuckled.
Sasha brought a warm wet cloth to Emma’s pussy and wiped her lightly to clear the path. Emma then felt her pulling at hairs on her outer and inner lips and clipping them short. Again as Sasha worked away, her head so close, her breath continued to waft over Emma’s pussy.
During this what seemed like an eternity, Sasha several times had to run the wet cloth up and down Emma’s slit to clear the dripping. Finally, when Sasha was satisfied that all the hairs had been clipped, she rubbed some of the warm oil all over where she had trimmed.
When Sasha had finished her massaging, she pressed the wet cloth up into Emma’s vag a bit to clean that up for her too. She finished and helped Emma back up on the table, removing the pillow and then covering her again. Sasha leaned to Emma’s ear and whispered, “My, my, my you are going to make someone very happy if you can make yourself that wet so easily.”
Emma turned bright red, but inside she was excited to hear this. She had never felt this wetness between her legs until a few days ago, and now, it seemed like once the dam was burst, it just kept gushing out.
Sasha helped Emma stand from the table, the sheet dropping away. Sasha held a mirror over Emma’s clean mons and cunt for Emma to see her now bareness, showing everything.
It did make Emma smile slightly.
Sasha then helped her into a short robe and told Emma that her clothes would be fine here, as she was going into another room for a manicure and pedicure.
As she followed Sasha down the hall, Emma hoped that she was not exposed as the robe felt so short and she could feel a breeze up her legs and over her shorn pussy.
In another room, she was sat on a large vibrating pedicure chair. Her feet were put into warm water to soak. She did feel like she was flashing everyone in the room with her legs spread in the tub. Sasha saw the distress on Emma’s face, and placed a towel over her lap, covering her for the most part.
Another woman came and sat in front of her, and began to work on Emma’s feet, while a second woman began on her fingernails. The entire process took about an hour. When finished she had a pale shade of rose on perfectly shaped fingernails and toenails.
Emma was led back to the room where her clothes were and told to go ahead and get dressed. As she lifted the silk and lace panties up over her clipped pussy the sensation of them rubbing against her tender skin, with no covering, made Emma drip more. She hurried with her bra, shoes, and dress, and went back to the desk in the reception room. When she asked how much she owed, the woman smiled and told her it had already been taken care of.
Emma went straight home.
Now, not to forget about Donald during all of this.
He was lecturing to his class at the time, but image after image of what was being done to his Emma kept flashing through his mind. Several times he lost his place and had to compose himself before continuing. And he did stay and cling behind the podium the whole class for fear someone would see the rise in his pants as these thoughts continued.
He actually abruptly ended the class early, sending everyone on their way. Thankfully for once, no one came up with questions. When composed he went to his office where he could fully enjoy himself behind the locked door as he visualized each step of Emma’s appointment.
He had just climaxed and was cleaning himself when his phone rang.
The salon calling as he had requested, to tell him that Emma had just left. He would give her about an hour to get home and settled and then…
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E007: Emma’s morning
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Posted:Oct 25, 2018 8:13 am
Last Updated:Oct 29, 2018 1:56 pm
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She had fixed her dinner and eaten, in the nude as instructed. She had been a little worried that someone might see in the window, but then after a little while, it felt so freeing to walk around naked that she just did not care.
Why had she never done this before?
Because she never knew Professor Ryan before, and all that he was offering her. Well, she hoped he was offering her. He hadn’t really said so in so many words. But his making her get the phone, and all of his instructions, she just hoped he was interested in her, no matter how it was. She was more alive these past few days than she ever felt before.
Around seven pm her phone beeped. She did keep it close at hand all the time now. She saw his message with the address of the salon where she was to go tomorrow. Her appointment was at ten am. She had a meeting at eleven, but she sent a message saying she would not be in attendance.
Then seeing it was getting close to her appointed bedtime, she went to her room, leaving her phone close at hand on the charger and climbed into bed.
Just at eight pm, the phone rang.
She reached over and turned it on in speaker.
“Emma are you in bed like you were told to?”
“Yes sir, all tucked in for the night.”
“Hands above the covers, no touching.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good night,” and he was gone.
Emma did so want to touch, scratch the itches that Donald got started in her again this afternoon. Instead, she kept her hands outside the cover as she was told. At her side, so as not to be tempted to try to rub through her comforter at herself.
But soon she found her stretching her arms and legs out, remember her time on his bed and moaned herself to sleep in sweet agony.
The next morning, she was up by eight am. She has been sleeping a lot lately, but she felt so good for it. After all the years of hardly enough sleep caring for her parents, this leisure was now so enjoyable.
She got up and went downstairs, still naked. As yet, Donald had not told her she could dress again. How easily she fell into anticipating and understanding his rules for her.
She fixed and ate a simple breakfast.
She heard her doorbell ring and was startled. Peeking out she saw it was just the UPS man delivering something and was gone.
She wrapped an afghan from the couch around her and opened the door to see a large package waiting for her. She had not ordered anything, what could this be?
Quickly closing the door, she carried it to the couch allowing the afghan to drop from her.
Should she open it?
Somehow, she knew that this was from Donald, and she must wait until he told her too. Which wasn’t that long.
He had got the message that the package was delivered, and he messages her.
“Open your package Emma, this is what you are to wear to your appointment soon.”
She knew to reply immediately that she would, and then rushed to see what it was.
Inside the box were other boxes and bags. She opened the first box which had black, very high heel shoes, something she has never worn. Would she be able to? And they were the correct size for her.
Then a bag which was a very low cut, deep cleavage bra, in black too.
“Oh my, could I really wear that?” Emma thought.
Well, she had gone braless the other day.
Next was black lace underwear, high thigh and low waisted, hardly anything to them. And finally, a rather short, low cut black dress. Everything was the correct size. How did the Professor know?
Though she was unsure about how she felt about this wardrobe, she knew she must wear it.
She quickly sent a text thanking Donald for his gifts. She knew without him telling her that was what was expected.
He replied to take them all to her room to dress, and when ready to, video chat him so he could watch her dress.
The phone on the charger on her nightstand, facing her, she pressed the button and stood back so Donald could see her standing there nude. She saw him smile at her, all she ever saw of him was his face.
“Put on the high heels first and let me see how you walk in them.”
Emma did as told and walked away from the phone then back to it a few times. At first, she was rather shaky on them, but a few turns around her room for him and Emma was walking properly in them. Something about the shoes made her hips swing more than she ever had before.
She could hear Donald sigh a little at the performance, and she had to try to hide her grin of gratitude.
Then he told her to put on the panties, slowly.
So, she stepped into them and pulled them up over her calves, knees, and thighs, and stopping for a moment before she pulled them over her pussy.
Again, she heard a quiet sigh and felt rewarded that she had performed as told.
The panties were so low cut, a little of her mons hair showed at the top.
Then the bra was to go on, and she took her time adjusting herself in it to add to Donald’s pleasure.
Finally, he told her to bring the dress down over her head, slowly again, and straighten it.
She did as told, and the show Donald watched right now, and taped to pleasure him in times to come, as he sat at the computer station had him hard as a rock.
The Professor had to clear his throat a couple of times before he could speak again.
Controlling himself, he told Emma she better get going if she was to make it to her appointment in time and hung up on her.
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E009: Emma’s long day into night
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Posted:Oct 25, 2018 8:13 am
Last Updated:Oct 30, 2018 7:04 am
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Emma hurries home from the appointment. Everything from today, and especially now, feeling the wetness grow between her legs is almost too much for her.
She is loving the feelings washing over her now; she so wants to stroke and feel her so-smooth legs, especially her thighs, and that other place, but she knows she shouldn’t.
Home, Emma hurries to the bathroom and pulls her panties down and off. They are soaking wet. She put them in the sink, washes them, and hangs them to dry. She would have liked to continue to feel the wetness against her, but she does want them clean for when Donald summons her.
It's approaching mid-afternoon by the time she goes pantiless down to her living room and picks up the book she has been reading to try to distract herself. It doesn’t really work; her mind keeps wandering, wondering what Donald’s touch and more would feel like when again she will be allowed to be in his presence.
Her phone rings.
She feels the rush that runs over her body, the butterflies in her stomach as she hears his ring. She is actually shaking when she answers her phone.
“Hello, Emma, did you enjoy your appointment?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
“I am glad you enjoyed it, I want you to show me in a little while. Now I know the temptation is there, but do not touch yourself. What are you wearing now?”
“What you bought me, but not the panties. I had to wash them when I got home.” Emma hangs her head a little on saying this.
Donald just chuckles softly, “Well I guess you really did enjoy today. You did the right thing to clean them. And the show you will give me in a bit will be even better knowing there are no panties to take off. I will call you a little later. For now, keep yourself busy. But be sure to be in your bedroom when I call back.”
Worrying about when the call will be, Emma hurries to the kitchen and makes herself a plate of cheese and fruit and with a glass of water and her book, she hurries to her bedroom.
She spends the rest of the day there, trying to read, but only managing a page or two before her mind wanders down paths of possibilities before returning her attention to the book. And she keeps looking at the clock to see if any time has passed yet. She runs to the bathroom once but hurries, afraid she will not be where she should be when he calls.
Finally, after an agonizing afternoon around eight p.m., Donald calls.
She grabs the phone on the first ring. She breathlessly says hello.
Donald laughs. Oh, she is so ready to bend to his will.
“So, are you ready to show me how lovely you now look? You know what you must do.”
Emma nods to the phone, places it on the stand, and stands up in front of it.
Slowly she raises her dress off her and lets it fall to the floor. She stands in her heels, bottomless, with only the bra-lift exposing her nipples. She hears Donald give a satisfying sigh.
She reaches and unhooks her bra and lets it fall. Now she stands before him for his viewing pleasure, in only her high heels. Donald tells her to go sit on the side of her bed and spread her legs wide for him to enjoy a full view. She does as she is told. He commands her to lie back and lift and bend her knees on each side of her. She does.
Donald has this wonderful view of her legs bent on each side of her in her high heels, able to see over her stomach to her breasts heaving and her nipples hard. So delightful.
Then he pushes her as far as he dares this soon. “Emma, take your outer lips and spread them for me so I can really appreciate your charms.”
To his amazement, not hesitating at all, Emma does as instructed.
As he zooms in on his view, his penis throbs, wanting to be released. This picture he keeps for his later enjoyment; he does not want Emma to have too much of his attention yet or to let her feel she has any power in this.
So instead, he tells her that she is to come to his house tomorrow night at six p.m. wearing her new outfit. “I am sure you will be on time, this time,” and Donald hangs up.
Emma’s full body shudders as she hears the phone hang up.
Tomorrow, finally, ooh but it is still hours away.
She puts her new outfit away until tomorrow and then goes and cleans up. Finished, she climbs into bed. It is hardly past nine p.m. but she just wants to sleep until the time to see him comes. But sleep does somewhat elude her. She tosses and turns throughout the night, wakening and thinking, feeling a real pain go through her in her longing. Finally, she does fall into a fitful sleep. She wakes the next morning and lies in her bed with a smile on her face for what is to come.
She starts calculating.
That first night at the Professor’s house had been a Sunday. He sent her to buy the phone on Monday, and then she had confessed to him that afternoon and her punishment had begun. All day Tuesday she had longed for him but had heard nothing. Wednesday was when Donald had made her perform for him, and yesterday, Thursday, the new outfit and her appointment.
And now, Friday, finally she is to see him again tonight.
These five days of abandonment have been excruciating. She only felt his touch for such a fleeting time, just that once, but it is enough for her to become addicted.
She needs another fix, and another, and another. Even when she is allowed just to see his face as Emma responds to each of his commands, it's an aphrodisiac for her.
She ticks off the hours until she will be standing before him again.
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E005: The next day
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Posted:Oct 23, 2018 6:48 pm
Last Updated:Oct 30, 2018 7:05 am
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When Emma got home she still felt shivers running through her. She did what she was directed to do and went right to her bedroom to ready for bed.
Now, Emma wore thick panties and a long nightgown her whole life – usually flannel in winter and cotton in summer. They all buttoned up to her neck and had long sleeves.
After she had taken her bra from her purse, looked at it and blushed, and then throwing it in the trash tonight, as she undressed and stood before her mirror looking at herself, she realized she did not want to wear anything to bed.
She lightly ran her hands over her body where Donald had touched her, trying to replicate his touch, but it just didn’t seem the same. She climbed into bed, lay on her back, and pulled the sheet and comforter over her. The feel of the soft sheets on her naked body was a new, wonderful, feeling for her.
She spread her legs as they had been when tied to the bed, and ran her hand down her chest, lightly scratching at her mons as she moved her fingers to her pussy. She wiggled her fingers in between the lips and ran them up and down her slit. She moaned with the pleasure it sent through her.
She had never touched herself there EVER her whole life, not like this.
Yes, she dried herself on the toilet and washed with a cloth, but that was always hastily done as good girls did not linger or play there.
So, though she rubbed herself a bit, she really did not know what she was doing. While wetness again dripped from her on to her fingers, that came more from remembering Donald touch on her, and that wonderful feeling of the wand.
She did not linger long over this and rubbed her wet fingers in her mons to dry them. She stretched out her arms above her head and laid how she had on Donald’s bed. She squirmed for a while, but then fell asleep. She did have things she must do tomorrow.
She ended up sleeping in the next morning. Not up at her usual seven thirty in the morning, rather it was going on ten by the time she started to stir. It felt so good, and she had dreams, such unusual dreams.
But then when she saw the time, she jumped from the bed and hurried through her morning rituals. She had to get to the store Donald had directed her to visit, and so much to do today to be sure she was on time. Well before the deadline of three p.m. She did not worry about breakfast and was in her car pulling out before eleven o’clock.
She was a little unsure of where the phone store was, but she headed in the right direction, and following the addresses found the place by eleven thirty. She checked she had the cards with what she was to get and ask for help about.
She had never had a smartphone before, she had not felt she should indulge in such things. But now, if it was what Donald had directed her to do. Oh, and it would be a direct link with him, there was no question about whether she would buy one or not. Or for that matter, not follow his instructions to the T.
Once she entered the store, she did become a little shy and reddened over how she was dressed. She had not put on a bra, and she did have today’s blouse undone to almost where Donald had button her blouse yesterday.
What if any of the salespeople or customers noticed?
She was greeted right away and directed to an agent who would help her with whatever she needed. Sitting at a high table with the agent, Emma got out her card listing what she should ask for and began to tell the agent what she had been ordered to get. She left Donald’s contact information card hidden in her purse.
The agent quickly understood the type of phone that would be best for what Emma needed. Emma did stress, as it was written, that she needed the largest capacity and storage available. It crossed her mind to wonder why this was important. That it be water-proof, again Emma raised her eyebrow wondering what that was about. Once the phone was chosen, an iPhone that the agent said would be the best for her.
The agent went over how she would need to regularly charge the phone, how to tell when the battery was low, how to add contact information, and then set up her email account for her. She showed her how to Facetime with someone, one of the emphasized things on her list. The agent helped her set up the app store account and add the apps Emma had listed to add.
Emma paid close attention to how to do this and how to put different apps in a group, and the other things she had been directed to learn. Donald had given her a list of other apps she was to add privately and put into a discrete group. Her tutorial finished, and her head spinning, she looked at the time and saw it was already one thirty.
She thanked the agent for her time, paid for the phone, a case, extra chargers - especially one for her car and a standing one for by her bed, per Donald’s instructions. She hurried to her car. She plugged the phone in to continue to get it fully charged and drove a short way to a community garden center and parked her car in a far corner away from anyone else.
Emma took out the second card of instructions and made sure she was doing it correctly. First, she entered Donald, well AA Sir, as her first contact; his phone, address and email.
Then she blushed more and more as she realized what these additional apps she was to open on her phone were. She completed everything Donald had instructed her to, including adding him as her sole Hangout contact.
It was now well after two p.m. She opened the Messages app and sent Donald her first ever phone message: Sir, I have completed all that you have instructed me to do, and now have the phone ready. My number is….
She didn’t realize yet that he would know her number from the message she had sent. It was two twenty-five p.m. when she sent the message. She sighed deeply and leaned back into her seat. There was nothing for a reply.
She fidgeted in her seat for over a half hour, constantly looking at her phone to see if he replied. Did she do it wrong? Should she send a second message? But when she opened the message she had sent she saw that it had been read at two twenty-six p.m.
So, she just sat and waited.
She didn’t dare start to drive as then he if he contacted her she would not be able to reply.
She just waited.
She so wanted to rub herself some more, no one was around. She spread her legs and ran her hand up her inner thighs and just touched the outside of her panties, which she realized were already wet.
Just then, at three forty-five her phone beeped. Caught in the act, she quickly pulled away from herself and picked up the phone.
Donald had finally messaged back: You have done fine meeting your deadline and following instructions, but I had hoped you would have finished the task earlier in the day. Where are you right now?
Emma quickly replied that she was in her car in the parking lot away from all other cars.
Donald replied that she was to stay where she was, and he would be calling her shortly.
Tingles ran through her, and she instinctively knew she should just sit there waiting for his call, not touching herself at all now. He had instructed her to give him a distinct ringtone, the Illuminate, yes it was a little ironic, as that is what he is doing to her.
Again, she waited, it was not until four thirty that she heard her phone tinkle announcing his call.
There was even a picture of him now showing as it rang. She did not hesitate but answered right away.
“So, Emma, you have completed all your assignments for today?” Donald started, no hello, how are you, just to the point.
“Yes sir, I hope properly.”
“That is good. Now you are never to call me unless I instruct you to, but you must keep your phone close at all time to respond immediately if I message or call you.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I am going to hang up, but I will call you right back using the Facetime feature, as I want to see your face for the rest of our conversation.”
And he hung up.
She moved the phone from her ear and just stared at it, a few seconds later it rang again, and she answered, seeing his face.
A rush went through her as she said hello and stared into his eyes.
“Emma, hold the phone back a little as I want to see your full face as you answer me.”
“Yes sir” and she did as she was told.
“Now Emma, you must answer me truthfully and without hesitation. Have you touched yourself at all since you left me last night?”
Emma blushed profusely as she felt like he had been watching her last night, and the sternness in his voice and his face as he had asked. It took her a second to reply, bowing her head some in shame, “Yes sir, I did touch myself last night some.”
“And anymore since then?”
How did he know? “Yes sir, a little just now as I waited for you to reply.”
Donald was elated with the look on her face in response to his question, and how she bowed her head some when replying, just as it should be. Her voice soft and quivering when she replied, showing she knew she had misbehaved, made him harden some.
“Emma, this is not acceptable, you are not to touch yourself that way EVER unless I tell you to. If you want us to continue, you must acknowledge your body is mine, to do with as I see fit, but you are not to try to satisfy yourself alone or without permission. Do you understand?”
With tears in the corner of her eyes she nodded her head, then looked straight at Donald and said clearly, “Yes Sir, I will not do anything like that again, I am sorry, I should have known better than to do that without you, sir.”
“That is better, but you do need to be punished for your misbehavior. I was going to tell you now to come to my house, why I wanted to see the happiness on your face when you were told, but because you chose to take things into your own hands you will not be allowed to visit today. Nor tomorrow. I will have to decide how long you will have to wait.”
Tears now start to fall down Emma’s cheeks, ooh because of her indiscretion she will not be allowed to see him for at least two days. She just nodded her head in understanding of her punishment.
“When you get home, email me a message saying you are home so you learn how to send emails from your phone. Then get some dinner, have you eaten today at all?”
Emma just hung her head and shook it no.
“I will email, message or call you, perhaps tomorrow.” And Donald again just ended the call.
Emma started her car and drove home. She cried in disappointment the whole way.
Donald was not much better off. He had so wanted to see her again today and to touch and stroke her body. Emma had made a significant impact on him. But Donald knew, that even though he too would be suffering, it was for her to be disappointed for a day or two. Then Emma will be so much readier for the next step when it came.
To compensate himself for now, with his stiff penis removed from his pants, he watched the tape of Emma in the room from yesterday and jerked himself to satisfaction.
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E006: Not just Emma’s punishment
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Posted:Oct 23, 2018 6:48 pm
Last Updated:Oct 30, 2018 7:05 am
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The next few days were horrible for Emma waiting for anything from the Professor.
She had been brought to a new sense of being. Somewhere she never would have dreamed of being at, and now she longed for more of it. But strangely she realized a big part of her was longing to serve the Professor, bring him to where he needed to be.
The longer she had to wait, the more she desired to be able to do this.
And the time making Emma wait was hard on Donald too.
He watched the video over and over and relived the feel of touching her soft skin. It wasn’t the same as moving forward, bring her to the place he wanted her to be. But he also realized that this punishment he was making her endure would so speed her getting to that place.
He knew she would be suffering when he did not contact her at all the next day. It wasn’t until late afternoon the second day after his classes were finished that he contacted Emma. Sitting at the his “control center”, his computer, with a Scotch in hand, he pinged her on Hangout.
It was so satisfying how quickly she answered. “Where are you right now Emma?” he messaged her.
She replied she was just finishing shopping.
“Have you behaved yourself?”
“Oh yes, Sir.”
“I want you home and, in your bedroom, totally undressed sitting on your bed in 30 minutes.”
“Yes, sir, I am just checking out now.”
Emma hurried home with her groceries. She stumbled and spilled things out of the bags in her hurry to unpack.
It was twenty-five minutes later that she was on her bed totally nude sitting waiting for his call, her phone in her hand. At exactly thirty minutes her phone rang stating it was a Hangout video call coming in.
She answered, holding the phone from her face to show herself.
She had tried to quickly clean and make up her face, but you could still tell she had been crying a lot over the last two days.
As she saw Donald’s face looking at her when she answered a strange feeling of relief ran through her body.
Oh, to see him, even if just over the phone again.
She smiled and said hello.
While Donald could only see her face and neck to her shoulders at the moment he could tell, sense, that she was naked on her bed.
“Emma it is so good that you are now learning to follow directions so well. Are you sorry for your misbehavior the other day?”
Tears formed in Emma’s eyes as she lowered her head in submission and whispered how sorry she was and did not deserve his kindness.
Just hearing this Donald felt himself harden.
He spoke a little kindly to her now, but with enough authority, “Emma, I think you are learning your lesson about what will happen if you don’t behave and follow instructions. For today, you must complete for me a bit more of your punishment.”
Emma’s face reddened, and the tears started to drip down her face some as she just replied, “Yes Sir, whatever you say.”
Donald just rubbed himself, off camera, with glee.
He told Emma that first, she must put her phone on the charging stand she has on the nightstand by her bed. She was to turn it so it is showing a full few of her, he would tell her when it was in the correct position. When the phone was properly placed, he told her to spread her legs wide, which she did, as he took his cock out of his pants to continue to fondle and jerk.
“Now Emma, as your punishment, and you do have my permission to as long as I am watching, I want you to show me how you fondled yourself the other night when you shouldn’t have.”
Emma blushed the darkest shade of red she ever had been. But as time went on, this would be a pale shade compared to what she would blush as her training continued.
She looked into Donald’s eyes, and while he had been so firm in his command, he looked so kindly at her. She lifted both her hands first to her breasts and caressed them, then pinched the nipples. Then ran her hands lightly up and down her sides, front, and stomach.
The next part Donald could see how tentative and shy she was about doing, but she did.
Emma ran her fingers over her mons hair, just sort of scratching and twirling it. Her fingers slid down to her lower lips and spread them, she fingered up and down her slit. The fingers slithered into her vag and she brought them out wet and moved up to her clit.
When she did this, she began to bring her legs together, but Donald strongly told her to keep her legs apart, and again she blushed and stammered she was sorry. She spread herself even wider.
Donald was jerking himself to happiness as he watched her. When he could tell by her coloring she was almost to the point of cumming herself he told her to put her hands around the back of her neck.
He could hear her moan in frustration.
“Now spread your legs as wide as you can and sit like that until I tell you.”
Emma did as told, and Donald zoomed in his picture of her until it was focused close up on her pussy.
He stopped himself from moaning out loud.
He then turned his speaker off and jerked himself to a hard cumming.
For the five minutes, Emma heard nothing from him, she just sat as instructed. She wiggled a little, adding to Donald’s enjoyment, especially as he thought about telling her a spanking was ahead for her for her squirming when she was supposed to be sitting still. He knew the anticipation of that would make Emma drip even more than he was already seeing.
When he turned the volume back on after he finished he told Emma what was ahead for her. He was delighted in the look of panic and anticipation which showed on her face.
“Emma, I am going to email you information about the salon you are to go to tomorrow morning. They are going to trim you mons down to what I want and wax your legs smooth. They will have full instructions from me. You better behave, not be embarrassed, or squirm too much when she tends to you, or I will be told. Then your punishment time might be extended.”
“Yes, Sir” was all Emma could whisper in return.
He was going to have to work on her to speak up, but decided to let it go for now. Emma was responding so well; her hands were still around her neck and her legs are so spread.
He told her she could bring her arms down and close her legs, then told her that she should go make her dinner and be in bed by eight pm. She no longer had permission to touch herself.
In closing, before he turned off his phone, “and Emma, fix your dinner and eat it just as you are now. Do not put any clothes on again until tomorrow morning when you go for your appointment.”
Once more Emma just nodded and blushed.
He just abruptly hung up on Emma, who just sat there on the side of her bed wondering when will she see him again.
Donald felt himself hardening again already by how easily Emma was slipping into the subordinate role. Well, he had this new video, yes, he had taped Emma’s whole performance, to watch again.
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E004: Explaining things to Emma
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Posted:Oct 23, 2018 6:46 pm
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2024 11:45 am
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Donald came and stood beside her, and again, raised his hand and spanked her for her indiscretion.
He did this time seven times on each cheek. It took a while, as between each spank he would rub and knead her cheeks for a minute or so. This attention was so nice, but it made each slap sting a little more, which Emma found pleasured her in a way also.
Oh, she had yearned for attention for so long, that any she got was a joy.
Finished with her discipline, Donald saw that Emma had been dripping once again, even after she had cleaned herself in the bathroom.
As he watched it dripping out of her, all Donald could think was “Yes!”
He took his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped Emma more or less clean again. When he moved the wipe away from her, he had to control himself to not lift it to his nose and mouth immediately.
What was Emma doing to him? Donald stuffed it in his pocket for later and shook his head.
And then…
Donald walked over to her clothes, and first lifted her functional bra, and folded it and put it in her purse. “You can get by without this, it has no purpose being worn by you.”
He came over with her panties and shoes. Having her first step into the panties, which he just sighed over their sad shape.
Then he had her step into her shoes, again a long sigh. “Emma, I am going to have to teach you how to properly dress, to be attractive to who you shall serve.”
Emma, wide-eyed, just nodded her head.
Then he brought the silk blouse, the only nice thing she had worn. Starting at the bottom, Donald buttoned it only to just above the lower edge of her breast. Now, she was providing a wonderful peek-a-boo illusion. He slid her skirt up over her hips, tucked her blouse in, and zipped it up.
Yes, a much-improved vision was now projected by Emma. Her breast still rather firm, and just seeing the outline of her nipples against the silk, she would now have men taking a second glance at her as she walked by.
Then keeping her standing there, her hands at her sides, he moved to stand right in front of her.
Looking deep into her eyes to make sure he had her full attention. “Emma there is much to be done to teach and train you, so you can be all of what I think you are capable and destined to become. I know you are going to come to want to be this as you grow into understanding what you are to become.”
“The first step is that by 3 pm tomorrow you are to go and buy a smartphone. This card gives you information about where to go to get it; what you must ask for it to have; and what you to do to get you started.”
“After you have the phone, this second card gives you my phone number to enter in as your first, and I truly wish it would be your only contact. But I know as you use this and moving forward you will be entering other acquaintances and friend too, so you will put me in your phone as ‘AA Sir’ so I will always be first. You will make me your one and only favorite.”
“When you have done that you are to immediately send me a text saying you have your phone now. Then you will have thirty minutes to add my email and other information to my contact listing, and then email mail me from your phone to let me know that is set up. The store will have added your email account to the phone, so you will be able to do this without too much trouble.”
“Once you have done all this, you must keep your phone with you at all times, as this will be how I will mainly contact you, and when I do, I want a response immediately back from you. Do you understand?”
Emma, staring Donald in the eye, nodded, and then realized what was expected of her, replied clearly, “Yes, Sir, I will do as you ask when you have dictated.”
“Now, no emails until you do from your phone, get yourself home and to bed. I will expect to hear from you tomorrow.”
“Yes, sir.”
Donald, with his hand on Emma’s ass, walked her to the door and gave her a good pat there to send her out the door.
She walked slowly to the car, thinking about how she would have loved to feel his lips on hers, but hopefully, in time that would come.
There was still the lovely throbbing between her legs, which she had never felt before, as she drove home. The cards with the information she will safe within her purse, next to her bra.
Donald, now alone, took the still soaked handkerchief from his pocket. Sitting down in a comfortable chair, he first sniffed in the aroma. Then lifting the wetness to his lips, he just sucked and sucked, he took in all of Emma’s juices.
Oh, shit, what was he doing, he thought. 'This is too intoxicating, what is this really nonentity of a woman doing to me?'
He was supposed to be the one in charge.
Shaking his head to clear it, he became more focused, and just imagined Emma’s phone contact the next day.
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E003: Hours later
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Posted:Oct 23, 2018 6:45 pm
Last Updated:Oct 26, 2018 12:46 pm
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Time became meaningless to Emma as she drifted in and out of sleep in her blind state. Her body continued to crave to be touched; she felt herself lifting her torso up over and over, trying to reach for something that wasn’t there. She moaned quietly in frustration.
Donald had set a camera in the bedroom, out of sight, and with a filter for the darkness of the room. He could hear and see Emma’s every move and action as he left her there.
With a knowing smile and nod of his head as he watched, he showed that she was responding exactly as he wanted her to at this point. Actually, it excited him how readily Emma came to crave the touch, the caress, the stimulation, the longing to finally cum. Often it would take days or weeks to get a subject to such an advanced stage of desire. He knew this from what he had studied and his own experiments.
That was all Emma was to be when he began this weeks ago with their emails. But now, her reactions, and the thought of taking her maidenhood; yes, a little stale from being withheld for so long; but then again, that made it even more desirable.
To be her first, and as it appeared, to be able to mold her toward more delights for him to experience with her, perhaps this will be a much longer tutorage. And perhaps something more than he had originally planned. His head whirled with the possibilities of where he could take her.
His mind wandered with these thoughts as he watched her squirm and writhe on the bed, seeking something right now out of her reach. After a few hours had passed, and she had again fallen into slumber for a while, Donald went back to the room and entered it.
Emma awoke and was aware there was someone else in the room, but she tried to lay still as she heard him move around. Donald was quietly removing all his clothes.
As he did, he fought the inter-conflict battle raging within himself. He so wanted to take her now and fuck her good, so she knew once and finally what she had been missing. But he knew if he did so now, it would be a short won victory for him.
He needed to control himself, and just take her one step at a time, and before too much time has passed she would be begging him for mercy and to please, please take her. That and the wonderful ride to that point was going to be the true prize he must move slowly and carefully toward.
So, leaving Emma blindfolded, he laid down on the bed, on his side, beside her, and began again to caress her with his fingers, almost like feathers fluttering over her trembling body. His first touch, even though Emma had felt him beside her, made her jolt, and moan out.
Up and down her arms and legs, massaging her hands and feet, then quivering over her stomach and thighs, he went. From the start she kept lifting herself to him, silently begging for his touch which was not coming to where she longed for it.
The vibrator had done its job well earlier, she knew where it could take her, even if Emma hadn’t been allowed to reach that yet. It gave Donald secret delight to see Emma trembling with each stroke of his hand.
She even began to pant some as her neck, and face and upper chest turned redder and redder.
Her nipples, still untouched were hard and standing up, her areola seemed to darken and redden from her shivering and squirming. She was like a beautiful fish out of the water, flopping and flapping herself to and fro, his fingers being the hook which had caught her unexpectedly. Yes, the worm Donald had dangled in front of her these last weeks, did really reel her into his net, without even a fight.
Emma’s breasts, so soft looking and full, with the nipples standing begging him, were too much for Donald. This much he thought, just her breasts, to caress and suck and kneed, I will only go that far today.
He moved his hands over both of them and began to run his fingers from their base against her chest, slowly around and up until now pressing her areola around on each, then his thumbs and index fingers taking the nipple between them and rubbing and pinching them as Emma just moaned, sighed and at the first pinch gasp.
Her mouth opened in a perfect little “O”, her tongue begging him to kiss her. Donald was so close to doing so but held himself back. No, even the kiss must be taken so slow with Emma for the total capitulation of her fully and completely.
Instead, Donald only continued to stroke her where he had so far, never touching her “there” though he could see the fluid released from her, wetting even her thighs.
Emma continued to shake and jiggle herself under his touch for the next half hour.
At one point, she was so bold as to speak, though in hardly more than a whisper, “Please, from before, what you used, please…..”
Donald just pressed his finger to her lips and told her quietly but firmly, “Emma, you were not given permission to speak, and most totally not to ask for anything. Everything you are given at each moment is what you need at that time. Do not ever ask for something that is not offered to you. I think we will have to take care of this insubordination shortly.”
Emma’s face, beneath the mask, turned bright red as she gulped and quieted herself to a gentle sniveling as she felt Donald’s fingers and hands explore her. But it wasn’t where she wanted him so to touch.
She felt his head come close to her, and she exploded as she felt his tongue circling her right areola, and then take her nipple into his lips and suck her long and hard. She wailed out in her excitement, and felt the fluids in her rush out, dripping up and down her slit, and even flowing over her crack. She trembled, and just being who she was, even in this moment of pure joy, she worried if she was staining the sheets.
After moving to her left breast for attention too, it all ended too soon.
Emma felt Donald move from her and stand up.
Little did she know the huge hard-on he had at this moment, but that was something she would see and experience a little further on.
Donald moved over to a small canister, a trash can, in the corner, and quickly jerked himself to relief. Imagining the whole time, it was Emma’s fingers and lips helping him to the point.
Once his personal needs had been taken care of, Donald dressed himself again. Soon Emma could see him naked, but not yet.
He came back to the bed and stroked Emma’s face. “Shhh baby, just calm yourself, it is over for today.”
He began at her feet and untied the silk cords, bringing her legs together, and stroking them some. Then her arms, which he rubbed up and down as he released them and laid them on her stomach.
Only then did he take the blindfold off.
Emma blinked, suddenly with sight again, even though the room was dim. Donald let her acclimate herself to her surroundings and then told her, “There is a bathroom through that door, I am sure you need it, and to allow you to clean yourself up some. Then come down the hall to the living room and return to the mark on the floor where you were standing before. We will take care of the issue we need to, and then move ahead.”
Emma blushed, as she realizes what the “issue” was, and knew it would be taken care of like her tardiness.
As she went into the bathroom she found herself tingling with the thought of his hand spanking her once again. She peed and cleaned herself.
Looking in the mirror at her naked self, which now had a pinkish glow about her, she stared for a few minutes at how different she looked and felt from when she entered Donald’s house only hours ago.
But not wanting to dawdle, she hurried down the hall and placed herself on the small taped X on the living room floor.
Was it fear or wanting more discipline which made her hurry to the spot? She wondered.
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E002: The bedroom
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Posted:Oct 23, 2018 6:36 pm
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As they entered the bedroom, she saw a substantially sized bed in front of her, with only a powder blue silk bottom sheet on it. It had head and foot boards with posts rising to almost five feet from the ground on all corners. Donald told her candidly to lie on her back on the bed.
He then picked up some silk scarfs and starting at her right side, he lifted her arm up and tied her wrist to the post. Then he moved down to her right ankle, and spreading her leg out, tied it to the foot post. Then he moved on to her left leg. She was spread wide open now, and finally, he tied her left wrist.
Emma was tied and vulnerable on the bed now. Donald just stood over her and looked down at her.
NO ONE, well not since her mother when she was a baby, had ever seen her naked, and in this way, so open and exposed.
Emma started to say, “Please,” but Donald just looked at her and put his finger to her lips and she instinctively knew she was not to speak.
What power did he have over her that she just kowtowed to his wishes so readily? She might have always been shy and retiring but she always had a will of her own, but under Donald’s gazes and quiet commands, it seemed to melt away.
He again softly ran his fingers over her body, never touching there, but just his slight caresses sent electrodes through her whole body. He stroked her this way for a bit as she shivered involuntarily.
Donald spoke in a quiet way to her as he sat on the side of the bed next to her doing this.
“Emma, there is so much for you to learn, and what you will experience, expanding your perspectives, but as you do, I want you to also to learn to accept your master who will make all these possibilities happen. You must learn to accept and submit yourself to the will of who is over you, and only then will you understand and fully appreciate all of your potentials to feel and crave. Do you think you understand what I telling you?”
Emma just nodded.
Donald shook his head, and told her, “When you are asked a question by those who control you, you must speak up and answer respectfully.”
Emma cleared her throat and said clearly, “Yes, Sir, I understand. And want this.”
This was better than Donald had hoped for, not only did Emma submitted herself to the proper terminology addressing him but to take the next question which was awaiting – would she want this – and answer before asked. Yes, he knew from early on she would be excellent in this role. And making her suffer and torment herself for a week, took her just where she needed, and Donald wanted her, to be.
Donald smiled at her slightly and caressed her face a little, and told her she was a good girl, and he could tell she would learn quickly.
He stood and went to the dresser and returned with a wand type thing – maybe eight to ten inches long, a slim shaft, but a silver shining head about an inch by an inch and a half. He pressed a button on the shaft and the head started to vibrate, and then he pressed it again, and again, it sped up. Emma’s eyes grew wide as she watched tethered to the bed. She was not so naïve that she didn’t realize what it was, but never ever had one been anywhere near her before.
Donald came and sat down beside her again, and for the first time moved his hand between her legs, to that sacred place, that no one had ever touched on her before. His fingers moved to her outer lips, and gently spread them, and then her inner lips, and then taking the vibrating stick, he slowly pressed it against her slit, which surprising to her was rather wet, and ran the pulsing head up and down her slit before settling on her clit. She gasped at the feeling which ran through her. Donald now placed his hand on Emma’s stomach and gently rubbed it and told her to relax, just relax.
And the ecstatic began. Oh, the feeling was so wonderful, nothing she had ever felt before, but it was so wonderful it almost seemed to hurt her this level of pleasure she had never experienced, or ever expected before. She squirmed beneath Donald administrations and moaned and started to beg him to stop – but again his finger was on her lips and the look on his face told her to be silent.
Instead, she sucked the finger into her mouth and just sucked away on it. He allowed her to, and after a few minutes pressed a second finger into her mouth as the vibrations ran through her body.
And the umms and aahhs from deep in her throat began to grow, Donald pressed a third finger into her mouth, and as she sucked hard on them, he began to press and thrust them farther and farther into her mouth. Emma choked a little, but his stern look made her stop at once, and instead started sucking harder and allowing him to press his fingers in farther and farther. Suddenly it seemed as if his whole hand was in her mouth, up over his knuckle, and the tips of his fingers pressing against the back of her throat. But she did not stop, rather kept sucking and sucking on them.
Her clit was on fire, ready to explode it felt like. The fingers so filling her mouth as she sucked on them seemed so right. She twisted as the passion came over her. She felt the silk knots on her wrists and ankles start to tighten and hold her spread apart more.
All Donald did, was look down on her, staring into her eyes, with a cockeyed grin on his face.
Oh, at this moment she would do anything he demanded of her, walk through burning coals, parade the streets of the college nude behind him, sit up and beg – anything as long as this utter feeling of joy did not stop.
Emma did not know it yet, but at that moment she was on the brink of orgasm. But then it all stopped.
Donald moved the stick from between her legs, and while she still felt a throbbing, it was like the joy was pulled from her. And as she sucked on his fingers, trying to hold on to them, he slid them from her mouth.
“Nooooo,” she internally cried in anguish, knowing not to make a sound like that, and tears formed in the corner of her eyes.
Donald just smiled down at her, then leaned and kissed her forehead, his lips burning into her, and said, “That’s enough for you right now. Just nap for a bit, and perhaps we can move on in a little while."
He returned the stick to the dresser, so far out of her reach. He turned the lights down; the drapes were drawn so this did darken the room a good bit. With one last stroke of her face, he told her to close her eyes as he placed a mask over them, blocking out all light. He left the room, closing the door almost all the way.
Lying in the darkness, feeling the wetness dripping between her legs, and the clenching she had never felt before in her vagina, not to mention the throbbing now from her clitoris, Emma allowed the tears to drip down the sides of her face. She was not sad, no, just frustrated that she had finally come so close, and for Donald to pull it away from her.
As she lay there tied up and spread, she felt a slight breeze float over her cunt, cooling the drippings and making her shudder in contentment. And then it began to become clear to her; she would do whatever she had to, whatever Donald demanded of her, to win his touch and pleasure.
And with that, and later she was surprised she did, she did nod off to sleep.
Donald out in the living room, listening for sounds from the bedroom thought to himself how easily Emma had entered into this, with no questions or hesitations. 'Yes, she will fill the role she is destined to play very nicely.'
And as he thought these things, with a mixture of annoyance and pleasure, he felt himself harden in his pants.
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E001: Emma and Professor Donald
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Posted:Oct 23, 2018 6:28 pm
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Emma was a woman in her early forties. She was somewhat shy and had lived a rather sheltered life, spending many taking care of her parents until they both died a year or so ago. She never really had a boyfriend, and she blushed even to herself when she admits (only to herself) that she was still a virgin.
She had gone to the local college and did get a degree, in totally inappropriate subjects to ever really get a job. But Emma never had to, her parents had enough money, her needs were not that great – even if now she would spread her wings, she could travel and do more. But she kept to herself, and the few, older friends (more her parent's friends) she had.
But one day, she saw that a well know professor was giving a lecture at her old college about self-image, emotions, and personal growth. All the things she so wanted to start to work on. It was in a couple of days, a weeknight, but what did that matter to her, one day was pretty much like another.
She reserved a ticket, and the night of the lecture dressed herself in the more or less conservative, dowdy ways she usually did. (Now Emma was not unattractive, but she had never been much for style in clothing or makeup to any real extent). She sat a few rows from the front and listened with her full attention.
The speaker, the professor, he had just joined the college staff after writing a best seller on the topic of tonight’s lecture, was Donald Ryan. He spoke eloquently about opening up to your feelings and needs, be aware of your emotions, and to press yourself to go past your comfort zone to enjoy more of life.
Emma was enthralled. When on his last PowerPoint slide he gave his email information, offering individuals to write to him if they would like a copy of the presentation and order information for his book, Emma scribbled it down quickly.
Donald was a man in his early 50s, attractive and confident in himself, projecting an image of a man fully in control and knowledgeable.
It took her a couple of days to build up enough courage to email the professor, but she finally did, telling him (well gushing actually) how much she enjoyed his talk, and asking him to explain more about reaching out of yourself to further limits.
Donald was amused by her enthusiasm, and within a week they were regularly emailing each other. Him directing her to do new things, telling her books to read and to report what she learned back to him. Making her go out to a restaurant on her own – a very fancy one – to dine.
Emma told him so much about herself, her life until now, it was so easy in emails to open up and share with him. To the point that late one night, about a month into their correspondences, she confessed her virginal state and total sexual frustration to him.
She hurried to her computer the next morning to see his reply, but there was none. She turned bright red and cursed herself for being so stupid to be so open.
She tried to stay away from her computer but every hour or two during the day she was drawn back to it to check for a message from him, and by night, when there was still no reply, she fell tearfully to bed.
A few days went by with nothing from Donald, she was devastated. How could she have opened herself up so much to someone – who really did not know her – oh what a fool she had been. She was morose as the days went by, and though she went about all her community and charitable activities as she always did, if anyone had really been paying attention they would have noticed she was not her usual cheerful self.
When a week had passed, and she was trying to totally forget the happiness she had felt conversing with Donald this last month, an email came from him.
Emma,
It was kind and open of you to share with me more about yourself. I think you are learning to listen and expand your horizons more now. Perhaps it is time for you to move farther in a not so familiar venue, which in some ways will open you up so much more to fully realize your desires.
I would like to invite you to my house on Friday evening to help you move into this new world, which I think you are ready for and would come to enjoy and cherish.
Donald included directions to his home and details about the time she was to arrive.
Emma was enthralled. He wasn’t upset about what she had said, and this invitation, oh she could hardly wait. By Friday she was beside herself, trying to choose what to wear.
She settled on just a white silk blouse, which jauntily she left one more button open on (not that it revealed anything, but for Emma, it was the first step) and a navy skirt, which did come just above her knees. She still wore sensible shoes, and her underwear (what was she even worrying about it for) was not anything special.
She was just a couple minutes late getting to Donald’s house, she had made one wrong turn and had to double back. She walked to the large front door and rang the bell.
It was a minute before Donald opened the door, looking at his watch as he did.
He greeted her fondly, as if he knew her well, though this was the first time he ever really saw her face to face.
Now it should be mentioned, that after Emma and he had started corresponding he had searched for her to know more about her as she started sharing more and more about herself. He had found a number of local paper articles about her, with pictures at different events she worked at or supported. So, he did know more about her that she realized.
She had looked up his bio as a new instructor at the college and had read his book (at his urging) so Emma also knew about him, but that he knew.
Donald led Emma into a large living room, which had a large empty space in the center of it. He led her to that place, and then calmly and quietly told Emma to take off all her clothes.
How he said it had so much authority behind it, and in such a matter of fact way. After looking at him questioningly and he had just nodded his head a bit, mesmerized she began to unbutton her blouse. As he stood beside her, with almost a look of indifference on his face, he took each piece of clothing as she took them off, folded them and placed them on a stool at the side of the room.
Totally nude now, Emma stepped out of her shoes, which Donald took and placed with the rest, and told Emma to put her hands behind her head on her neck, as she had been trying to hide herself with them. Emma did as told. There was just something about his voice and how he so matter-of-factly told her what to do. She stood there in the center of the living room, naked and trembling, as Donald, dressed in a business suit and tie, minus the jacket, walked around her and looked at her closely.
“Now before we begin Emma, there is the matter of your being late. What time did I tell you to arrive? I expect you there at that time. By my watch, you were five minutes late.”
Emma just blushed.
And then Donald came up next to her, raised his hand and spanked each cheek five times. She jumped, quivered, and let an “ooh” escape with each swat.
“Well that should take care of that issue for now, but please remember all that you are being told and taught so we do not have to repeat lessons.”
Emma just nodded her head and lowered her eyes.
Donald took her by the chin and raised her head. Just his touch sent shivers through her.
“Don’t lower your head unless I tell you that you must – keep your eyes, and ears open so to learn.”
Donald then ran his fingers lightly over her body, shivers continued to run up and down her spine at his touch, and something else, there was a wetness forming between her legs.
What was she doing here like this?
She couldn’t help herself. It seemed so right and proper. Donald, while sometimes in correspondences did seem a bit aloof and arrogant, his touch right now was taking her somewhere she had never been before.
And when Donald turned her, with his hand pressed to the small of her back and led her down the hallway to a bedroom she did not question what was ahead.
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