Lessons

Hi everyone! Thanks to everybody who's been reading the chapters of my Sci-Fi story so far. This is my first BDSM story on here, so feel free to leave comments or feedback, and be as honest as you want. I'll appreciate it and it'll help me learn more about writing different kinds of stories. I hope you enjoy this story!

"Do you remember your safe word?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl."

Jamilah loved the anticipation that came with this moment. As he tightened her restraints on her wrists, she braced herself and her entire body for the pain, and the subsequent pleasure that would follow. Even though it wasn't their first session, every time felt different and she didn't know what to expect. He would surprise her with different techniques and different toys, based on his mood and what happened during the time in between sessions.

"Relax your muscles, baby girl." He said as he pulled on her rope restraints one more time, reinforcing them and assuring that she couldn't escape.

"Yes, sir."

She told him yes, but she knew that it was impossible to contain her excitement. She had butterflies in her stomach, almost feeling jittery all around her body. Her eyes were closed, allowing her to focus on the sensations and energy flowing through her body. Jamilah always loved to be completely present during their sessions, but relaxing just wasn't going to happen.

What was happening, though, was a moisture building up in her pussy. She could feel it already, and the session hadn't even begun yet. But every time he called her baby girl, or said good girl, her dark brown folds couldn't help but produce moisture and start getting wet, preparing for him. He had a powerful hold on her and her body, and knew exactly what would get her excited. She bit her lip and moaned a little as she began to feel the covers getting wet under her.

"Do you think you've been a good girl lately?"

"Yes, I have, sir. I've tried my best to please you and be good for you."

"Mmm..." He groaned as he walked over to where he kept their toys, a special drawer, and pulled out a belt.

Jamilah was getting wetter and wetter. She couldn't wait for him to play with her body, take control of it and give it the pain and incredible sensations it needed.

She couldn't wait for him to take her big round ass in his strong hands, and do whatever he wanted with it.

She couldn't wait for him to taste her dark brown chocolate skin, from her lips all the way down to her pussy, marking it all as his.

She was completely naked, and was laying on her stomach, with her ass propped up for him. Her head was faced into the pillows on the bed, so she couldn't see much behind her. Her dreadlocks were fairly long, reaching halfway down her back. As she heard the familiar noise of him fumbling through the special drawer, she wondered what toy he would use on her.

He closed the drawer and walked over to Jamilah with the belt in hand. This was one of his favorite sights, seeing her propped up with her juicy ass in full view for him, waiting for him to take action.

"Bend your knees and arch your back."

"Yes, sir."

He never had to yell, his voice was so calm, yet firm. She never took his soft tone as weakness, but as confidence. He knew he was in control, so he didn't have to yell. Him showing restraint in his voice was power. She did what he said, and her ass cheeks were spread a little, slightly revealing the wetness that her pussy was making. He saw it, knowing she was ready for him, before he even touched her.

He began by tracing the belt down her body, starting at the top of her back, all the way down through the crack of her ass, her thick brown thighs, to her feet and back. As he continued this cycle multiple times, she trembled as the light brushing against her body was exciting her, especially when he would venture to her ass, and even her wet chocolate slits.

The feeling of the leather's soft touch against her dark brown skin was enticing, but frustrating because the tease left her wanting more. She knew what the belt could do, but reveled in the pleasure of him enjoying her body anyway. He was admiring her curves, her color, her wetness, all of it.

Her body began trembling and shaking a little from the tickle of the belt, and she moaned softly again.

"I told you to relax your muscles."

"I tried." Jamilah said while smiling.

He knew it was impossible for her to relax her muscles, but always paid for it later. The light caress of the belt caused even more butterflies in her stomach, and built up the excitement even more for her. She couldn't wait for what came next, but behaved and didn't jump the gun with anything.

As she readied for the feeling of the belt's sting on her ass, he said something that surprised her:

"Actually, I think I want to feel that ass on my hands. Would you like that?"

"Yes, sir. Whatever you want."

"Good girl."

Jamilah immediately felt his strong, caramel brown hands on her ass, massaging and caressing them with a firm touch. She moaned softly again, glad to feel his touch instead of the leather belts. The belt felt nice, but nothing compared to his soft firm hands feeling around every inch of her big ass, in a circular motion.

He also went to her soft thighs, grabbing them firmly before she felt the first spank on her right cheek.

"You like that don't you baby girl?"

"Yes, sir I do."

The sting of his hand on her ass left a burning sensation that she loved, and wanted to feel again. He mastered the art of spanking her with just enough force and precision that it left the right sensation, one that made her pussy even wetter.

"Can I have more, sir?"

"Say please."

"Please can you spank my juicy ass sir?"

He began to spank her more, alternating between each of her plump cheeks. He was hitting her with a barrage of spanks that were hard and fast, alternating every 2-3 seconds, so the stinging feeling never left her. It just persisted, and intensified with every spank, and he held his hand on her ass and grabbed every time. She felt so out of control, her body belonged to him in this moment, and he was taking what he wanted.

"Someone likes this, doesn't she?"

"Yes sir, fuck it feels so good!" Jamilah couldn't help it as the intense spanking continued, and he was spanking her harder with each second that passed by. She felt the juices in between her legs dripping out, and the creamy wetness was signaling the beginnings of a good orgasm for her. She could feel it, and needed him inside her.

As he noticed her lips dripping with creamy juices, he stopped his spanking and placed his left hand on her hip and ass cheek, firmly holding her in place. With his right hand, he ventured in between her dark slits, rubbing them slowly and softly back and forth, feeling the moisture all over his fingers. Jamilah moaned loudly.

"Yes, that's it, give it to me..."

"Excuse me? We're not being a bad girl, are we?"

"No sir, I'm sorry I just..."

Jamilah stopped suddenly as she felt a stinging on her ass, this one harder than all the others, and different. It was meant as punishment, not pleasure.

"Are you supposed to demand things from me, or tell me what to do?"

"No sir, I'm supposed to ask nicely like a good girl."

"Okay then, go ahead." His hand was still pressed against her wet pussy, and still felt good to Jamilah.

"Can you please rub my little pussy sir? It's so wet for you."

"Good girl."

He resumed his play with her pussy, using his fingers to open up her folds now and rub deeper and harder, while his other hand was still placed on her ass, keeping her in place. She loved the feeling of him grabbing her body and keeping it from moving, the restraint made her orgasms even stronger as her muscles would struggle to quiver and shake.

"Are you my good girl?"

"Yes, I am, sir."

He was increasing the speed now, rubbing fast while commencing a spanking with the other hand again. Her body almost couldn't take all of the incredible sensations. Her head was buried in the pillow now, and she gripped the ends of the bedpost tight as she could. Her breathing became heavy and as she heaved her back arched more, poking her plump ass cheeks out for him.

"Only

my

good girl?"

"Yes, sir."

"Who do you belong to?"

"...y-you sir."

Her speech was getting staggered as the orgasm building inside her came closer to erupting. He was rubbing so fast and circling on her hard little clit now, driving her crazy. That combined with the spanking was about to make her pussy explode. She would drench his hands in her juices, she just knew it.

"Oh really?" He suddenly stopped, and Jamilah almost grunted at the separation. Her orgasm was ready for release, and he just halted its arrival. She wondered if this was part of some new orgasm control or denial technique he was trying.

He got up and paced back and forth, looking at her thick curvy body and dripping wet pussy in front of him. He leaned over and caressed her dreadlocks and back, all the way to her ass again.

"If that's the case Jamilah, then why did you go see him again?"

Shit! How did he know?

***

"Jamilah hurry up! You know you gotta be somewhere!"

Jamilah was in a frenzy. She knew she was supposed to ready 15 minutes ago, but her alarm clock on her phone was set at the wrong time, and it completely fucked her. All that money for a phone and she still found a way to mess it up. She was scrambling around her dorm, looking for something to wear. She was still in her black boy shorts and her tan bra, and her hair wasn't ready at all.

"Jam, did you hear me? She's gonna freak if you don't see her today!"

"I know, I know, I just need to find something to wear, and then I'm good!"

"Well hurry, you know you got class today too!"

She was supposed to meet her mom at her house today, at 10:00, but it was already 10:15, and she was just getting dressed. It usually wouldn't have been a problem for her, but she also had class at 11:30, so she knew she didn't have any time at all. Her mom's house was about 20 minutes from the dorm, since she lived in the same city that Jamilah went to school. She had to hurry, or she wouldn't have any time with her mother and she would be incensed.

It was the spring time, and the weather was pretty warm outside, so she decided on a simple white tank top and black leggings. She wouldn't have much of a problem containing her B cup breasts, but her thick ass would always be present, especially with leggings. That always bothered her mother, but she couldn't help the body she was given, and they were comfy for her.

"Okay I finally got something on! You ready to go?"

"Duh, I've been ready to go. It's you that's been taking her sweet ole time!"

Jamilah quickly put her hair in a ponytail and ran into the living room area. She didn't think she looked half bad all things considered. The only other problem would be the tattoos, a few flowers down each of her arms, which her mom also didn't approve of, but she liked them and felt that they helped express her individuality.

"It's about time, geez, what took you so long?" her roommate annoyingly said.

"Sorry Alicia, it's just this stupid phone, the alarm rang at the wrong time."

Her friend was sitting on the chair in the living room, she was her roommate for two years and they became close friends after that. Alicia was about the same height as Jamilah, with caramel brown skin and curly hair, with light brown eyes. Her glare almost pierced through Jamilah's dark pools of brown with precision.

"Oh, so you mean you set the alarm for the wrong time? Phones don't set their own alarm clocks, silly."

"Whatever. You ready?"

"Yea let's go."

They boarded the train and headed straight for Jamilah's mom's house. Neither of them had cars because they were still Juniors in college, and since they went to college in the city, they didn't really need cars. Plus, they were college students so money wasn't falling from any trees anytime soon.

While most students relished in the opportunity to move far away from their parents when they went to college, Jamilah needed to stay close and take care of her mother, who was getting older and struggling to take care of herself without anyone else home. So, they agreed that Jamilah would live on campus, and she would visit her. Plus, she never really had the money to just up and move across the country, and she liked living in the city. Being a creative person, it was the perfect place to inspire her work.

Jamilah was a painter and drawer, and she had been interested in art since she was a child. Now, she was going to an art school in the city, learning new skills and painting in her dorms every day. It was her space of solace, she felt comfortable in that room, just painting and sketching ideas on her canvases and notebooks. But her mom always thought that it should remain a hobby, and Jamilah was trying to turn it into a career.

***

After her art history class, which was interesting but not as hands on as she liked, Jamilah walked over to a nearby bulletin board, where people usually posted news about freelance jobs and events happening around campus, especially pertaining to the arts. She was coming here the past couple of days, as her interest in learning new kinds of software and art forms was peaking. She was becoming a great painter, especially since coming to college where she could take classes and spend more off-time doing it. It wasn't just a hobby or escape for her anymore, it was a passion and a potential job. In order to make herself more appealing to the job market, she wanted to learn more.

She scanned the board looking for anything related to graphic design, film editing, Photoshop, or other software, but only saw posters for clubs, casting calls for student films, and stuff for theatre and upcoming plays. Cool stuff, she thought, but not what she was looking for.

Damn! Nothing again!

Jamilah held her head down in frustration. It couldn't be that difficult to find someone to teach her that stuff on campus. Or at least that's what she thought. She was struggling to find a teacher or tutor for this stuff, and her schedule didn't allow for any extra classes, as she was trying to stay on track with her courses. She needed to find something extracurricular that she could do after school, but was having no luck. As she started to walk away from the board and towards her dorm, one of her classmates, Johnny saw her.

"Hey Jamilah, you looking for the software thing still?"

"Yea, I'm still not having any luck though."

"Well, there is that new computer lab they just finished putting together. It's supposed to have something like 15 computers with all the art and design software you could want. And it's 24 hours too."

"Whoa, I didn't know we were getting a new computer lab over here. I should really pay attention to the newsletter more."

"Yea, no one does. Anyway, gotta go, see you later."

"Alright thanks."

Jamilah perked up a little as she walked back to her dorm. Even if she couldn't find anything extra courses or tutors around campus, she figured she could at least fiddle around with the software on her own time after class and stuff. It might slow her progress, but at least she would be making progress. She decided to go back to her dorm and work on some schoolwork, then come back in the evening. She was hoping that most students would be out and about by then, and she could have some peace while she worked.

***

After struggling to get work done and eventually falling asleep, Jamilah walked back to campus and headed towards the computer lab. She almost didn't come because she was tired, but she knew she needed to do this and had been talking about it for days. Besides, something within her wanted to prove her mom wrong. So, she punched in the code for the lab and walked in, and found no one else was in.

Yes! Came at the perfect time!

She wouldn't have any distractions.

She sat down at one of the computers, put her ear buds in, and started opening up Adobe Illustrator, one of the design apps she wanted to learn about. As she started vibing to her music, she heard the beeps from the keypad outside the door, signaling that someone else was coming in. She rolled her eyes, and hoped that whoever it was they weren't too loud, or brought a bunch of friends with them. She ignored who came in and continued bopping her head to her music and focused on the task at hand. The person sat at one of the computers behind her.

"Hey, is that Illustrator you're using?" Jamilah was so startled she almost dropped her phone as she felt the person tapping her shoulder.

"Umm...yea it is." She said reluctantly as she took her ear buds out to listen to the stranger.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I just couldn't help but look over and see what software you were using."

"Oh, it's fine, I do that all the time. I can't help it."

As Jamilah turned around to see who she was talking to, she wasn't surprised to see it was a man. His smooth, deep voice indicated that much to her. What she wasn't expecting, however, was someone who was so attractive. He had caramel brown skin, with a fully grown in beard and dark brown eyes just like hers. He couldn't have been much older than her, if older at all. His hair was cut short, and he had full lips that she couldn't help but glance at for a second too long. They were even plumper at the bottom lip. He seemed to be pretty strong too, by the look of his arms. Not terribly athletic, but strong nonetheless.

"Exactly. And it's just...well actually this is kind of my thing, dealing with computers and what not."

"Oh really?" Jamilah said with renewed interest.

"Yea, I was actually just going to tell you that instead of clicking and dragging everything, it might be better to use the shortcuts."

"Shortcuts?"

"Yea, here lemme show you, if that's okay."

Jamilah nodded as he leaned over and pressed a few keys on the keyboard. Being this close allowed her to get a whiff of his scent, and he smelled good. He had a musky, manly scent to him that was getting her excited already.

Jamilah calm down, you just met this man!

"See, if you press Command and some of the letters, it'll let you do some of the same things without going to the menus or clicking and dragging. It just might save time." He said as he leaned back. When he leaned forward, he was able to get a glance at her cleavage from her tank top, and see her chocolate breasts a little before looking back up.

"Wow thanks, I didn't even know that. I'm just starting to learn this stuff and it's a lot to be honest."

"Yea for sure. Now that you mention it, I'm actually kind of a tutor for this kind of thing, I've been working with computers for a while. If you're looking for a teacher or anything, I could definitely help you. Unless you wanted to learn on your own"

"Really? No that would be great, I actually did want to learn from someone who knows this stuff."

"Great, yea I have my own desktop and equipment at my place and-

"Wait, at your place?" Jamilah's skepticism was being alerted and inquired further.

"Well yea I was gonna have the lessons at my place..."

"I don't know, Mr..."

"Jayden. Just Jayden, not Mr. Jayden." Jayden said as he chuckled.

"Jayden. Look it's nothing against you, you seem really nice and stuff. But I'm not sure I feel comfortable coming to someone's house for software tutoring."

"Well, I understand, my bad. It's just campus is so busy and this computer lab actually gets a lot of traffic during the day. So, I thought that coming to my place would give us more time and more quiet."

It felt like he knew her better than most already. Still, it didn't seem completely safe to just come to some stranger's house willy-nilly. No matter how nice and cute he was...