I did not sleep well after my 'date' with Erika (WVC Ch.16: The Blue Goose). The e-mail waiting for me the next morning Thursday, March 26th was from the Economics Department.
"You are now ready for your first level of Training. On Saturday, be at 734 Elm Street promptly at 7 PM, and as before, eat lightly and dress casually. Continue to take your blue diamond shaped pills every day between now and then, once in the morning and once in the evening. In addition, follow the regimen of the herbal supplements. Bring your leather cock strap and your collar."
I re-read it twice to make sure that I hadn't missed anything. But there was no mention of not ejaculating. Maybe the trainings were going to be different and I would be able to empty my balls on a more regular basis. I was hopeful, and distracted. Concentrating on my classes on for the rest of the week proved to be nearly impossible.
And Saturday was worse. Worried that I wouldn't measure up to what would be required of me that evening, I kept pacing my dorm room. Both apprehensive and excited by the unknown, I walked back and forth, with my cock remaining adamantly erect. Neither I nor it could relax.
Promptly at 7 PM, I arrived at the house on Elm. As usual, the door was unlocked, but this time, there was no note. And there was no blindfold waiting in the chair either. Evidently, visual deprivation wasn't to be part of my training.
After discarding my clothes, I noticed that there were no sandals. I wasn't looking forward to walking on the presumably sharp rocks that formed the driveway outside the house. Butterflies filled my stomach as I buckled the black leather collar around my neck, snapped the strap around my already swollen cock and balls, wrapped the thin white robe around me and sat down to wait. Expecting to hear a car drive up, I was totally surprised to hear a door open in the back, followed by the click, click, click of high heels coming down the hallway toward me.
I was even more surprised to see Erika appear, wearing black leather boots and a robe identical to mine. She wore no mask, having her dark hair pulled back away from her beautiful face and a black collar buckled around her neck. And through the thin cotton, the spiky points of her erect nipples were clearly visible. My cock surged in appreciation.
Her dark blue eyes were glittering as she smiled.
"Good evening, Bill. Are you ready for your first training session?"
Nervously, I nodded.
"I guess so."
"Stand up."
Obediently, I rose to my feet, feeling my cock sway back and forth as it protruded out from between my thighs, the sensitive bulb rubbing against the soft cotton. She glanced down at the tent it made in the front of my robe.
"Open your robe. Show me your penis."
From her words, I thought she must be taking the role normally assumed by Mistress. I immediately complied, holding my robe wide for her inspection. Dropping her gaze down below my waist, she nodded, watching my cock sway, twitching higher under her direct scrutiny.
In slow motion, Erika reached down and curled her hand around my thickened shaft, weighing me in her palm. After a moment, she started to squeeze and stroke me, milking more blood into the still expanding stalk. Just before I was completely erect, she let go, studying the way my heavy pole cock swung back and forth, pointing out toward her.
"Let's go. We don't want to keep Mistress is waiting."
Gathering the robe about me, I held it tightly closed as we I followed her swaying hips the hallway and into the small kitchen. I had never seen it before. Spotless, it looked as if it were never used.
Instead of leading me outside, Erika opened a door that appeared to double back into the interior of the house. Swinging it open, the stunning brunette paused on the landing, waiting for me to catch up. Once I was standing beside her, she bolted the door so no one could follow, and then headed down a flight of stairs. I didn't even realize there was a basement in the house.
They were steep and narrow, lit only by a single wall sconce at the bottom. Creaking underfoot, they seemed to be part of the original construction of the house, probably in the 1930's. Once we reached the bottom landing, she paused again, whispering to me.
"We leave our robes here, before we enter the Playroom."
As she opened I stared, mesmerized by the sight of her magnificent body. During the Supplication Ceremony (WVC Ch.14), I'd been dazzled by the sheer amount of female skin so that I didn't remember the details of her splendid form. I think she wore the same knee high boots and half corset made of supple black leather as last weekend. Tanned thighs extended up to slim hips that showed the barest hint of a tan line from a tiny string bikini. The shiny metal decorating her plump pussy lips I did recall, a single bar arranged vertically at the very top of her slit.
As she shimmied to slide the white cotton off her broad shoulders, I admired the way her full breasts swayed above her corset, riding high over the edge of the black leather. Despite their lazy movement, they appeared to be firm enough not to need any support. Crowned with large pointed nipples, already puckered and fiercely erect in the dim light and with the reddish brown areolas slightly oval shaped, they were glorious. I could barely see any tan line on those superb globes, so I guessed she spent the majority of her time in the sun topless.
Underneath my robe, my cock jerked higher as I continued to admire her exquisite body as she turned to hang her robe on an empty hook, the muscles in her firm ass rippling with every graceful movement. When she turned back to me and saw that I still dressed, she hissed.
""You better get out of that robe. We've kept Mistress waiting long enough."
"Yes Ma'am."
As she watched, I hastily yanked it off my shoulders and draped it over one of the remaining hooks. When I turned back to face her with my jutting cock swinging freely, she watched it sway back and forth as she gave me final instructions.
"When we go inside and greet Mistress, follow my lead."
"Yes Ma'am."
I was now fully erect, and Erika smiled down at twitching pole.
"This is going to be fun."
Turning to push open heavy door, she whispered over her shoulder.
"The Playroom is also known as the 'Dungeon'."
Taking a deep breath, I followed her bare ass into the next room.
It was surprisingly large, and I guessed that it must lie under the entire house. There were low lights ringing the periphery, perhaps two dozen of them, wall sconces hung on the rough brick, illuminating the interior. High up on the ceiling, there were several spotlights, focused on the center of the floor. Dark curtains obscured two of the walls, the one toward the front of the house and the other opposite the single entrance door.
Unfamiliar looking wooden furniture had been shoved against the back wall. Hung on the exposed brick of the remaining sections were dozens of forbidding implements, whips, chains, ropes, paddles and many tools that I didn't recognize. Mistress Shannon stood in the center, just out of the bright spotlight, watching me scan the room.
Clad in a black leather corset, one that contrasted with her pale skin and lifted and supported her exquisite breasts, leaving them partly exposed with her large oval nipples bare, dark red and eagerly erect. Below, her prominent pussy lips glistened, moist and slightly open. Like last weekend, she also wore thigh high leather boots and a full head mask, with her long reddish brown hair pulled into a ponytail. She smiled as Erika sank to her knees in the middle of the spotlight, bowing down to her Mistress and touching her forehead briefly to the carpeted floor.
"Good evening, Mistress Shannon. I thank you for your gracious time tonight."
Raising her head and shoulders from the floor, my trainer opened her knees so that her nude pussy was spread wide to the other woman. Clasping her hands on top of her head, Erika arched her back, offering her proud breasts up to her Mistress. I recognized a kneeling version of the 'Present' position.
When Mistress turned to me. I suddenly realized what was expected. Dropping quickly to my knees, I bowed down to her, all the way to the floor, resting my forehead against the carpet. I was surprised to find it padded, the type of indoor outdoor carpet you might find on a screened porch. I waited for a moment, and then straightened back up. Arching my back and sliding my knees wide, I mimicked Erika's pose.
"Mistress Shannon, thank you for your time tonight."
Through the mask, I could see her green eyes, glittering as she studied me.
"Are you ready for your first training session, Bill?"
I nodded vigorously, feeling my stiff cock bob up and down with the force of my assent.
"We'll see."
Without another word, the tall brunette entered the bright spotlight and as she strolled toward us, I caught a glimpse of the leather riding crop she carried in her right hand. Ignoring Erika, Mistress Shannon came to a halt right in front of me, standing with her booted feet spread well apart. My eyes were drawn to her exposed crotch. I couldn't help but stare at the full lips between her thighs, gleaming in the light. Round and fleshy, they seemed plumper than I remembered, but then again, I'd only tasted them. I'd never seen them.
Reaching out, she leisurely ran the tip of the riding crop across my chest. I shivered at the contact of the cool leather. Although the temperature in the room was quite comfortable, I could feel goose bumps rising on my skin as she continued to let the crop play over my upper torso.
I jumped as she tapped my left nipple. It didn't hurt. It just surprised me. As she flicked the bud, I felt it stiffen under the gentle touch. Once she was satisfied that it was erect as possible, she repeated the sequence on the other one. Once it too was pulsing with arousal, Mistress abandoning my chest and drew the crop down, tracing the ridges of my abdominal muscles, ever so often lightly patting the taut skin with the leather tip.
Sliding still lower, she caressed my hairless pubic mound with the soft leather, just above the base of my now wildly excited cock. Jutting straight out between my spread thighs, it seemed to be begging for attention. Bending at the waist, Mistress casually tapped my engorged cockhead, bouncing the swollen log up and down.
"Your penis appears ready to play, Bill."
I swallowed heavily as she swatted it harder, watching it rebound from the force of her blow.
"Yes, so eager and energetic."
She smacked it once more, studying the way it gradually came to bobbing, twitching stop.
Erika knelt about two feet away from me, and l was surprised as Mistress Shannon slipped between us and turned toward me. Sliding her booted feet well apart, she snapped the riding crop sharply against the sleek leather of her leg and gave me her first command.
