Introducing Sarah

It had been months since Sarah left High School. She was one of the more popular girls at her alma mater. Actively involved in athletics, art, school functions and social life made her very busy, and well known in the small teenage community. Yet Sarah, like many others before her, decided not to go to the local college, but to go away to the university. Needless to say, she was not prepared for the many differences she would face.

Her first year was tumultuous. She did well enough in classes, but it was the social shock that Sarah did not prepare herself for. She was one of the more attractive girls in her small city, things were much more simple. There was little competition. Now, she was just another freshman in a school that was a city in itself. It was difficult to fit in. She didn't dress like the other girls. She didn't drive the right car. Sarah went from feeling like Aphrodite atop Mount Olympus to feeling ordinary. Fortunately, that was about to change.

Sarah looked forward to the hot summer and her summer classes. She enjoyed the outdoors and decided to take a summer class in archaeology. She was excited to get her science requirement done, and also all of the fieldwork.

Summer came, and she sat in class with only about two dozen others. Remarkably, many of them were older. One guy was at least 10 years older than her. Sarah remembered thinking he was the teacher. He was a teacher, just not what she expected.

A week into the class, Sarah found herself enjoying the class, but falling a little bit behind. Sarah did not have to work that afternoon so after class she went to the library to bury herself in "Identifying Geologic Artifacts".

"Wow, do the people who write these books have any personality?" Sarah said under her breath in the quiet library alcove.

"Unfortunately most of us are as boring as turtle race" came a quiet, low and calming voice. "Hard to translate?"

Sarah turned to find the "old man" of the class sitting at the table behind her. He was not a cute guy by any stretch of the imagination, but he was fit. He had a rough edge to his look. She smiled, but realized she was a bit embarrassed. "I am not a science geek".

"Oh, so all scientists are nerds huh?!"

As embarrassment builds, "I didn't mean that. I just meant that.... Er. Uh......"

"I don't think that recovery right now is a viable option for you." He said with a laugh. "My name is Greg."

"Hi, I am embarrassed." Sarah said with a smile.

"Would you like a hand with your reading?"

"Sure"

So, the two exchanged pleasantries and finished the impromptu tutorial. Sarah filled Greg in on her past, as short as that was. She was proud and that shined every time she talked about home. Greg on the other hand, was well indoctrinated in the university. He had his masters in geo-physics and was working on his Ph.D. He was taking the class this year because next year, it would be his turn to teach it. Remarkably, he wasn't all slide-rules and bar graphs. Sarah was surprised to find he was a musician, a guitarist and singer to be exact. He was also very involved in intra-mural sports at the university. That summer, he was playing soccer and ultimate Frisbee. Soon afternoon turned into evening and both saw a setting sun. Greg invited Sarah to the student center for dinner and continued conversation. But Sarah, reserved in her social graces, did not accept. Its not that she didn't like Greg, but the age thing was a bit much. So the two parted for the day, only to meet in class two days later.

Sarah found it hard to focus. She studied over the weekend and exercised. She ate well and slept, yet there was uneasiness about today's class. An unsettled heat crept through the room causing unwarranted sweat to bead on her brow. As her breath quickened, she found her thoughts wandering:

I gazed into his eyes as he taught me, only me. I didn't care

what he drew on the board, I only knew I wanted his most intimate of teachings. As those formulas filled the space in front of me, I just wanted him to take me. My stomach was small and filled with butterflies. Then it happened. He walked over to me, touched my shoulder and began to pull my blouse off. I saw only him, in an empty classroom. His hands removed my blouse as if weren't even on my body. My breasts covered under a bra that was as easily removed. I was exposed to him, and I didn't want him to stop. His hands touched my breasts. My nipples hardened with every sensation from his fingers. He pinched my nipples sending shudders throughout my body. I wanted more. I wanted everything. As he stood next to me, I reached to his pants. I could feel something underneath and it made me gasp. He was not like the boys I knew. He was a man, and I could feel it in my hands. I wanted to see it, touch it, and devour it. I unzipped his pants, and reached in and began to pull it out....

The other students began to get up and leave and Sarah was left recovering from her daydream. It was all she could do to gather herself and make it to the ladies room. But no amount of cold water could tame the heat inside her. Never in her life has she been so captivated. She was out of her mind with lascivious thoughts. She sat quietly in the stall and began to touch herself. She needed to feel satisfaction and it was not long before an orgasm pulsed through her veins. Sarah was left feeling hot and spent. The heat of the day gave way to a cool breeze that traversed the campus. Sarah made her way to a small spot in one of the courtyards. In there was a tree with great shade. Sarah planted herself under the tree, closed her eyes, and tried her best to resume her daydream.

For the next several days she was in a trance of passion and desire. Even the most mundane sights gave rise to impure thoughts. Sarah was slowly and forever changing in her view of life. Slowly her breasts were becoming fuller. Her muscles more defined. Sarah was changing from girl to woman and her desires were evolving proportionately.

Sarah was struggling to keep up with the science, and reluctantly she needed help. She nervously approached Greg and asked for help. Unbelievably, Greg was kind and gracious and agreed to tutor her that weekend. Wanting to know more about her strange desires, Sarah went to the Internet. For hours she surfed web sites reading all she could. She found sites on alternative lifestyles and various forms of erotica. Story after story, one photo to another she was shocked, and exhilarated. But the hours blended evening into night and sent her to bed to dream.

You have me undress in the house. You place the leather cuffs on my wrists, and lock the cuffs behind my back. You tell to me to open my mouth and work your favorite ball gag in, tighten it especially tight and tell me I'll want it soon...

You open the door and tell me to walk to THE tree. The old oak is regal, with branches that parallel the ground, a triple trunk, and foliage that drapes the ground, protecting from stray eyes. I begin the walk. It usually feels like such a short walk, but tonight, in the moonlight, naked, it takes forever to reach the relative safety of the tree. I kneel in the fallen leaves and await you, My Master. As I wait a car drives by away on the highway and I realize that the protection isn't as complete as I'd remembered it... If they could see me, the passersby would see me kneeling under the tree. I blush, and squirm wondering what will happen..

You tell me to stand. I get to my feet, and wait. I hear you move behind me, you unlock my hands. Raise my hands above my head, one at a time and attach them spread out to a very large branch. I am on my toes when you attach my ankles to a spreader bar. A car goes by and I see the lights through my blindfold. I am nearly suspended, completely supported by this wonderful old tree. You display me. I hope I am pleasing you. My womanhood is totally exposed for all to see, for you to punish as you please. I am completely immobilized; you can touch me anywhere, with anything. You know how helpless I feel, you remind me how helpless I am- with only touch of your outstretched hand. You say you could leave me and a stranger may come along, that I would eventually PRAY for anyone to come along and help me.

You step back, and I hear nothing for what seems and eternity. I am inside my own head, I long for you to make some contact that I know is coming. You warm me as you spank me; I lose count of the strokes. You gently stroke me between sets of strikes. I am startled when you begin to use your favorite paddle. It tingles and stings. I realize that your strokes are coinciding with the distant passing cars, that you are hiding me in the night from certain display in the day. I am granted a brief respite from the pleasure of the pain and the humiliation. Then I hear the next car, I know another stroke is coming... After an eternity that passes in an instant, I realize that instead of another set of cars and strokes of the paddle that I am being slowly lowered. I try to move my feet and realize that somehow you have secured the spreader bar to my ankles. My arms are still above my head. I begin to think you are putting me on my knees.

Suddenly I realize that I am not going to make it to my knees. I feel an electric shock; it takes a moment to realize that the feeling is my pelvis resting on a block of ICE. As I cry out in shock, I try to figure out when you had time to slide it under me. It seems the only available time was when I was in that tranquil sub space between fantasy and reality, when there were no cars. Now there is no mistake, this is real, and terrible. As I begin to beg behind my gag I am lifted off the ice. I feel the water trickle down my inner thighs. The variations from hot and cold send me into euphoria. I know that you are not done; that you can place me back on the block anytime you want. I begin to wish for the ability to truly beg and realize that this is exactly what you wanted of me. I am grateful for the gag, very, very grateful.

You start spanking me again, I am grateful for the warmth... and dreading the next pause when you lower me. The feeling becomes so intense I forget everything other than my Masters hands, and voice. Then you start to lower me again. I am at first relieved. Then I suddenly remember the block of ICE... You lower me so slowly I want to yell, "Just do IT" but I can't because of the gag...

Suddenly her dream changes. As she participates in her fantasy she allowed to see and hear her Master's perspective.

The ice melts to slowly conform to your pelvis. The water dripping down the inside of your thighs cools the skin yet sparks more fire inside you. I can see the water mixing with the wetness from your pussy. AS I had planned... the ice increases your level of arousal. Your nipples stand more pronounced than ever. "I am so proud of how my girl is performing."

You are lowered to the ground... the ice missing. You are lowered onto a blanket and bent over a leather saddle. Your abdomen on the cold leather. Knees on the ground, feet extended and legs spread. You can hear me moving things... and as you hear... you can feel the dripping of ice-cold water on your body. I carefully position the ice block above you so it drips on the small of your back. And there you are... mine to control. Your pain and pleasure given to my careful stimulation.

"I have something for you" as I part your lips... you can feel something begin to penetrate you. Waves of pleasure build inside you to feverish pitch. And then it hits... the cold. The phallus that is inside you is frozen... ice in fact...

" You will keep this inside you,... understand?!?!"

You dare not push it out... for fear of what punishment you could face. And then you feel the sting of the paddle. Ass cheeks tingling with the feeling of thousands of tiny pins poking you skin waiting as the next strike occurs. The water drips on your scathing body. Cars continue to pass regularly as I continue your lesson. All that... and you feel your frozen phallus melting inside your hot cunt. Hot and cold never meant more in the way of pleasure, and pain.

The ice has melted... both block and cock. And now I wish to savor my frozen treat. My tongue parts your lips to taste that sweetness you save only for me. You try to beg for permission to cum,... realizing that you cannot speak, as you have no permission to. But I am a giving Master... and give you carte blanche permission to cum. As long as you do what you are supposed to.

"Yes Sir" you reply,... "All my orgasms are for you my Master"

The words are not as soon spoken as an ejaculation comes from deep inside you. Before you finish... I am inside you, and you are in heaven. Finally something warm inside you. No hot... all of a sudden all of your coldness is gone. And you almost beg for it to come back as you are hotter than ever. You cant remember how many times you came, one after another... if not one into another. You are in orbit and not wanting to come down.

"But I am still not through with you my love."

As I remove all your bonds and ties, I see before me my slave spent of "almost" all energy. I pick her up about the back and legs. Cold once again sets in as goose bumps and shivers travel across your skin. We return inside to a warm fire.

I lay your naked body on a thick rug in front of the fireplace. I undress to lay behind you. Before you fall asleep, you feel me, again, at your door, your back door. As I kiss your neck and ears the fire once again returns to you. My hand on your clit gently masturbates you to your plateau. With all you have left you summon the energy to stay in control till you have permission to let go. And you do know me,... how I love to make you hold it,... waiting and waiting till you feel the ocean begging to break from the dam inside you. You don't even remember me saying you can cum. You only remember the tremendous release. Followed by the most blissful night of sleep you have ever had. Warm, content, and having pleased your Master.

When she awoke, Sarah was not only filled with an even more intense desire, but she was filled with understanding. She had never been submissive, yet she felt this was right. Sarah was incomplete, but she did know what she needed to fulfill her sexual destiny. How was she going to make this thirst a reality?

The time approached, sometimes slow, sometimes as fast as a comet. Nevertheless she had to meet him. Sure, she needed tutoring, but more so, she needed to stave the rapture inside her soul. Her mind wandered as she drove to his house.

My breath catches in my throat as I hear you utter even a simple phrase. I know in my heart what it is that I long t tell you, yet I am at a loss for words. This combination of complex emotions has struck me silent as I listen to your tender voice. I am paralyzed by your soothing tones, unable to run or hide from this change that is about to over take me. I fear that my heart may explode if I do not break this trance and find some way of saying these things that can no longer be hidden inside.

I long for your touch, yet I am afraid of it. I fear that the release that I will find in your arms will allow what's left of my senses to escape me. And the strength that has served me so faithfully will fail me and leave me defenseless. Yet there is this great burning need inside to hold you and never let you go. I must know the touch that has the power to strip away the layers of protection I have carefully woven, and reach the depth of my soul. Some how I know it is you who was given this power and you who was meant to show me this part of my being that has been buried for so long. When at last you touch me, I fear that the person I thought I was will give way to a person I do not know. Yet through all this confusion and fear I have come to realize that I need this. I need to know that there is more to my heart then what I have seen before and that all of the fairy tales I read as a child were right. There can be magic in a touch.

There are moments that I stop and think of you, picturing your face in my mind, and I smile. A warm safe feeling much like a gentle summer breeze blows through me. I am content and happy and I have no doubts in my mind. Then in the blink of an eye my heart begins to race, as visions of nights of passion fill my mind. This desire and hunger are all to consuming and I cannot clear my head of them. My body defies me and my will abandons me, and I feel as though I may starve to death if I don't taste your sweet kiss. Then just when I feel I cannot take anymore, my emotions lead me down yet another path, one that is paved with a softer heartache and a different kind of longing. I feel a soft sigh come to my lips and if my pride should fail me now I know a tear would roll freely down my check. The visions change to fantasies of how you may respond to my confessions, and the glorious moments I am missing by not being with you. I suddenly know that if I do not tell you what it is that my heart is demanding, I will never be free from this lonely prison in which I am trapped.

My soul is in turmoil and my thoughts so unclear, but my heart seems to have found a purpose. For the first time in my life I will allow my heart to lead, as it appears to be the only part left of me that knows what it wants. I will trust in fate and make this leap into the unknown because my heart tells me you will catch me. As I accept this new resolution, my mind begins to clear. The fear surrenders to this new feeling in my heart, and I know how to say all the things that will set me free.

As I lean against your chest and feel the heat from your body, I tremble ever so slightly. I look up into your face and see deep in your eyes that you have been waiting. Such a soft and loving smile crosses your lips, and without a word you let me know it will be all right. With the safety of that knowledge I softly whisper, "I love you". That small sentence contains every emotion, fear, and desire I have kept stored inside. Standing before you, holding my breath, I pray you understand. You gently fold our arms around me and hold me tightly to your body, and I feel my knees weaken. Then slowly, tenderly, you kiss me. As my eyes slip shut and I surrender to power of your touch, I know, that at last I am free.

Sarah arrived at her destination. Fortunately for her, she was a bit early. She needed that time to gather herself. Her beauty was about to be opened to her new love. He did not know how she felt. How would Sarah tell Greg of her feelings? Her desires? Her Dreams? Carefully she walked to the front door. With great expectations, she took a deep breath and rang the bell.

"Hello my angel" Greg said in a deep and alluring voice, "You understand you are here for tutoring. But, we aren't doing science today."

Sarah gasped, how did he know?

Greg closed his eyes, smelled the air, "I could tell every single time you thought of me. Every time you fantasized, every time your body reacted to the thoughts that go through your mind. Yes, I will teach you. Not just the earth. I will teach you to feel areas you don't know exist. I will show you how to please, explore, and submit. I know, you are submissive, even if you do not know. I know this is a bit frightening. You will slowly learn to trust, to open, and to believe. Take my hand, if you please."

His hand extends, and her journey begins.