Chapter 3: Damned if You Do, Damned if You Don't.
I've enjoyed S&M sex since my earliest recollection. My very first memory of being aroused involved an old Piggy Hamhock cartoon (Pigs is Pigs, Merrie Melodies, 1937) where he was strapped into a chair and force-fed by an evil scientist. My reaction to those images was very strong and I instinctively knew that it wasn't typical. I was far too young to understand much about sex and that incident was largely forgotten. Many years later, I read a letter in a Penthouse magazine by a woman who was spanked and forced to wear a butt plug by her husband. I had the same reaction and the die was cast.
After that, I knew what turned me on and I sought out stories, letters, videos and magazines that catered to my predilections. By this time, I was sexually active and even convinced more than one girl to play some games with me. Some were more enthusiastic than others but all indulged me up to a point. Unfortunately, none of these relationships gave me exactly what I was looking for in either quality or quantity but I eventually found myself in a position to act out my most perverse fantasies.
Several years ago, I set out to document how this journey began and wrote a couple of stories about it. They are published here under the title, "Mr. Hunter's Second Chance Academy". I only made it through two episodes before life got complicated and I didn't have time to write anymore. One should really take a few moments to read the first two installments but the following story will stand alone, even if it is short on background.
Jennifer, Chloe and I finished our tour of the country without picking up any more participants. We met several and declined to offer them a position for one reason or another, though we did put a few through their paces. Perhaps, if time allows, I'll write about some of those adventures later. A few candidates failed to show up for the interview and one had the decency to cancel ahead of time. No matter. The girls I had selected proved to be everything I dreamed of and served me very well for the next four years. I enjoyed playing with them, training them and teaching them along the way. One particular evening stands out as an example of the kind of fun we had.
I love putting submissives in positions that will cause them to suffer but allows them some level of control, even if it only prolongs the inevitable. On this particular evening, I had decided to put both girls in just such a position.
Jennifer and Chloe were instructed to bathe, shave and present themselves to me precisely at eight o'clock. They must have been busy playing with each other in the tub because they bounded down the stairs in their fluffy, white bathrobes at 8:05. They were both gorgeous in their own way. Jennifer's perfect feet and long legs predicted the athletic form covered by her robe. Her dark skin and hair, set off by the white material, made her look like an exotic beauty. By contrast, Chloe's pale skin radiated pink vitality, partly from the hot water of their bath and partly from the blush, no doubt, brought on by their Sapphic play. They approached gingerly, knowing that they were in trouble.
I ordered them both to drop their robes and assume the position. The girls immediately dropped their garments, as well as their sheepish smiles and instantly took on the demeanor of penitent slaves.
I had Jennifer kneel in front of me with her hands behind her head as I unzipped my fly. Slowly, I withdrew my hardening member and let her pay homage to me. I like a slow, loving blowjob and that's how I trained my girls. Some women suck dick like they're trying to siphon gas out of their neighbor's gas tank. They suck too hard and there isn't anything sexy or erotic about it. Others stroke back and forth too fast, subscribing to the belief that faster is better. Still others are too dramatic and sloppy and they're just hoping you'll be done soon. I rarely like to come in a girl's mouth, preferring her to worship my cock for a few minutes then move on to bigger and better things.
I soon tired of her ministrations and moved both girls to the playroom. Our play space is quite well equipped with a bathroom, several cabinets full of all sorts of toys and a few pieces of dedicated furniture. For this exercise, I had Chloe climb up on a massage table and get on her elbows and knees. She dutifully lowered her shoulders and spread her knees as far apart as she could. By rotating her hips outward and pressing her ass back, she gave me full access to her glistening pink pussy and perfect rosebud. I grabbed each cheek and roughly spread them apart as I licked slowly and deliberately from the apex of her slit up to the introitus of her vagina. She tasted wonderfully clean and her skin was perfectly smooth, inside and out. Chloe moaned and wiggled just enough to show me how much she appreciated the attention. I then moved my tongue up to her ass and she pushed back to get my tongue inside.
