Sensitivity Training Can Mean A Lot Ch 08 Pt 02

This is a continuation of Chapter 8. It will be very confusing if you have not read the beginning of this chapter. It is probably best if you read the whole story starting at chapter 1, but that is not necessary. However, I think it will give more context.

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Chapter 8 part 2

Ms. Leister said, "You don't want to kneel in front of him to suck him the way you did to Grower. That is too much of a male power trip."

Leila replied, "Actually, I couldn't even get my mouth around the top of that thing, so I wouldn't want to do anything more than lick his balls and shaft. When the time comes, my vagina is going to swallow this whole and I am going to fuck him raw."

She thought, "Did I just say that out loud? Yes, I did! All those years of reading books on sex. Sneaking looks at pornography, and feeling guilty about it. All those years of hoping a boy would even talk to me. Well, now I have these two studs and I am going to get fucked — no, I will fuck these boys. I am going to examine every fantasy I ever had. Everything that turned me on when I read them in preparation for the Institute course, all of it, I am going to try out now with these hoes and with the sluts who are my classmates. This is going to be ten years of desire satisfied!"

While Leila was thinking her declaration of independence, Ms. Leister said, "Good girl, but before you fuck him, you really should do some foreplay."

Leila said, "True, and there are so many things I want to see and do. I am hoping to be able to fuck them at least twice each as well as any number of other things. Are they physically able to get fucked that often?"

Ms. Leister replied, "Thanks to Viagra, you can make them cum 8, 10, 12 times each in the six hours your Platinum/Diamond Pass gives you."

She turned to Grower and Beercan, "Smile boys and thrust out your dicks. I think you are in for a wild ride."

Leila grinned, "First I want to see how Grower masturbates, and then I want to do it for him. I have read about it in sex ed books and heard jokes about it, now I want to see what it really looks like. Plus, I want to try doing it to him after I have seen how he does it. Girls talk about hand jobs, and I want to see what it feels like."

Ms. Leister nodded in agreement and said, "But again, you should not be kneeling in front of him to watch it. That is just male dominance. You should have complete control over his body."

Turning to him she said to Grower, "Lie down across the width of the bed here, and, yes, let your head hang over the side." Ms. Leister positioned him in the middle of the bed. She told Leila to lean over the bed so that she could grab or lick whatever she liked as she watched him whack off.

Leila stood on the floor next to the bed and leaned over the bed to get that good look, but said, "This doesn't work. How about if I kneel here and put my hands on his thigh? That puts me right over the action. That does not make him superior; in fact, I am totally above him."

What Leila did not know was that in this position she was flashing Beercan, a no-no in the club, but Ms. Leister was not going to stop it. Especially when Beercan put two fingers next to his mouth in a v shape and stuck out his tongue. Ms. Leister smiled and nodded. Beercan got on his knees and slowly approached Leila with his eyes fixed on her now visible pussy. This is the first one he had seen since he got to the island. His face, mouth, fingers, and dick had been inside over 50 pussies since he arrived, but he had not been allowed to see one until now. The Island is Clothed female after all.

To say he was turned on would be an understatement. He loved seeing hairy clams, as he would put it, and it had been too long since he had seen one. Now, the reality was that he enjoyed being here on the island. He might not see any snatch, but he was licking, eating, rubbing, and fucking more snatch in the two weeks he had been here than he had, well, ever. But seeing one now churned the insides of his balls and made his Viagra supported erection feel like it was made out of steel literally.

Before he had come to the island, he did not realize just how much he loved having his face in a hairy clam. He loved the smell, the taste, the feel of his tongue on the clitoris or deep in the box. The taste of pussy juice caused his dick to become so hard that if felt like it was an extra five inches long. He loved having his face so deeply inside that all he could smell was fishy snatch sea. Until his time on the island, he thought of muff diving as a chore that he had to do to get laid. Now, he realized that if he could spend his life with his tongue inside a woman, his life would be heavenly.

As he crept up on Leila, Ms Leister said, "Now Leila, don't jump, just let Beercan do his thing. He is a master. You enjoy Grower, Beercan will send you around the world."

With that Beercan first put his hands on Leila's thighs to balance himself, and then moved them to separate her lips. He then pushed his face deep into her box and darted his tongue deeply into it. He then found her clitoris and began to massage it with his tongue. He took little nibbles on it before darting his tongue deep inside her. He would pull it out from time to time to let his finger massage it. At one point, he moved his face back enough to allow him to push his entire hand in so that he could massage the nubbin with his thumb and two fingers. He then followed that up by shoving his face in as deeply as it would go and continued with the deep licking and rubbing the nubbin. He licked and nipped and fingered and thought he could keep this up for the next four hours even though his dick keep saying, "Let me in. I want my turn too."

Leila was going crazy. She had her hands on Grower's thighs and for a very short time was watching him beat off. She kept pushing her backside backwards towards Beercan's face and she now pushed Grower's hands away from his penis. She began to lick his balls and to pull his foreskin over the head of his dick as she stroked him. Her tonguing of Grower mirrored Beercan's tonguing of her. However, she could not get all of Grower's bone, or really anything more than the head, into her mouth.

Ms. Leister, professional that she was, still could not let this go on without her participation. She straddled Grower's face and knelt down on him. "We call this face sitting," she said to Leila. Grower did not need any directions or invitations. His hands went right to her lips and spread them and started eating up. They were all verging, but it was Grower who broke the seal. He let out what would have been a very loud moan if his face were not buried in snatch, and then as Leila licked the under side of his cock from his balls to toward the tip, she was going to suck the tip, when the first large gob of cum came shooting out of it. That was followed by a second, third, and fourth. Leila collapsed with her face falling in between his thighs.

Leila felt like her head had just exploded in fireworks and stars. Her head rose and she pushed Beercan's head back.

"Stop, please stop," she panted. "I feel like my 'lady parts' are on fire. I feel like I am sweating blood. I feel like I cannot move, like I have no ability to move."

Ms. Leister, who had gotten off Grower's face and she grabbed Beercan by the back of his head. "Be a good boy and lick him clean. He cannot clean up his own mess you know." Beercan was not really happy to eat someone else's cream, and he was really unhappy when he realized that he would have to lick off Grower's dickhead, but he knew better than to complain. In the end, he got Grower cum free, and caused Grower to moan like crazy as Beercan was made to lick off the gunk from his head and underneath his foreskin. Grower was still rock hard, and Beercan was hard and leaking.

Ms. Liester enjoyed the whole show immensely, and when it was over she turned and asked Leila, "Is this really your first orgasm?"

Leila stared blankly because she was only slowly beginning to come back to the world, but Ms. Leister misunderstood Leila's look and said, "They expect women to swallow their spunk when they get blow jobs. They should know what it is like."

Leila replied, "First of all, this is Not my first orgasm, but I have never had anything like this before. It was amazing, but I am sad that I didn't get a chance to taste the sperm. I guess I will later." Both the women laughed, and Ms. Leister said, "As many times as you like. In fact, look Grower is leaking a little bit now, why don't you suck it off his head."

Leila bent over and began to lick his head and once again put it into her mouth. Grower was moaning with pleasure and pain that comes from having you dick sucked right after you cum. He just hoped that they weren't going to make him cum six times in a row the way one of his clients did last week, or, perhaps, he really hoped that they would. Leila was once again flashing Beercan, and he felt like he was going to explode. Leila continued to lick Grower now more for the pleasure of watching him writhe than for the experience of tasting cum. Once again, Beercan put his two fingers to the side of his mouth but before he could stick out his tongue, Ms. Leister shook her head no. He sighed audibly.

Poor Beercan could only stand there starring at the bush with his bird fully erect and dripping. Ms. Leister was smiling at his predicament. He stood behind the bed, his boner raging and his balls tightly clenched just waiting for the chance to cum. He was dripping a stream of pre-cum. All he wanted to do was either get his face into that bush, or better yet, slide his big, thick bird into that bushy nest. He wasn't allowed to do either, and he was going nuts.

Ms. Leister looked at Leila and asked, "Would you like to fuck Beercan now? I can see that he is just ready to explode."

Leila panted, "Not yet, but I want his face in me again, and I want that thing inside of me at least once before I leave here, but I want to try some other things before I fuck that," she said pointing to Beercan's dick.

Ms. Leister said, "Well, then are you ready for your spanking fetish?"

Leila actually jumped up and off the bed now.

"Yes, oh yes, please," she chirped.

Ms. Leister looked at him, "Beercan dear, you know that you are going to get spanked and paddled today. You know that it's going to happen, but you have a choice: if you take the spankings like a good boy, and if you jump up on the spanking bench joyfully, and if you ask for more paddlings and spankings, and if you and help Liela strap you on to the spanking bench, and if you shove you butt out to ask for even more whacks, and if you beg to take even more punishment then you think you could ever handle, then, and only then, Leila will be happy to fuck you. Your butt might be sad but your dick will be very glad."

"However," she continued, If you pout and act like a brat, we will still be happy to spank and paddle you, but you will be walking around with a hard, unsatisfied dick for the rest of the day, and I will make sure that every women who works here edges you unmercifully for the next 24 hours. I will make sure that you will have a case of blue balls for the ages."

Beercan shrugged and nodded. Ms. Leister and Leila looked at his shrug, and Beercan immediately understood the looks. He grinned and said, "Let's get to it ladies. My ass belongs to you." The ladies did not look like they were buying it, so he said, "My only desire is that you get satisfied, as it is the obligation and joy of every man to please any woman, who wishes him to please her, in any way she thinks right. If tanning my rump makes you cum, it will be my pleasure to take every swat." Both women smiled at the declaration, even if they didn't really believe it. Leila thought, "This is going to be great, even if he isn't telling the truth."

Getting spanked was not his favorite activity here, but he had grown accustomed to it, and at times found it sexual. He had taken lots of paddling when he pledged his frat, and those boys hit a lot harder than any of the women did, and there was not a bit of sex in that. He knew here that after his spanking he would get rewarded by having his sausage swallowed by her taco. Not a bad trade-off, he thought. So, he didn't really feel like he was selling out too much by putting on the show of obedience.

Ms. Leister said, "Of course there will be bondage, at least for this round. We will attach him to the spanking bench. It's your choice of course, and you could start on Grower, but I think you want to spank Beercan because he has that naturally bare ass, while Grower's is so hairy that you cannot watch it turn red, and you cannot feel how hot it gets. Beerscan's beautiful, round, firm, bubble butt turns a wonderful shade of bright red and gets so hot, that I just... well you get the idea."

"Oh, no," said Leila, "I just want to do Beercan. He has such a fine, round, meaty ass; it's a perfect target. I liked playing with Grower's dick, but Beercan wins in both the butt and dick departments, at least for my taste."

Ms. Leister said softly, "But as good as Beercan is, Grower has a better tongue and mouth, although, as you well know, Beercan is no slouch when it comes to pussy licking."

"I will keep that in mind for later. But for now, how should I spank him?" asked Leila? "When I saw that lady with the boy over her lap in the tram station, I knew I wanted to try it. So, over the knees?"

Ms. Leister said, "Over the knee is fine. I have a chair for that, but I thought you wanted bondage too."

Leila said, "When I read the chapter on bondage, it really turned me on. I love those movies where the hero is shirtless and tied up. Most of the sections in my textbooks focus more about women being tied up and spanked, but we had one book that was entirely devoted to women doing the bondage rather than it being done to them, and it also had illustrations of women disciplining men. It really turned me on."

As she was thinking about bondage and discipline, and as Beercan was standing right next to her waiting for his orders, she took the opportunity slapped his right ass cheek.

Ms. Leister was about to tell him to say thank you but he beat her to the punch. Beercan turned to Leila and said, "Thank you maam, let me turn the other cheek, and with that he presented his left side."

She slapped it hard and said, "This is going to be amazing." She didn't tell him how wet she was or that she really wanted his face back in her crotch. She knew that would come in its own sweet time and the waiting was part of the fun.

Ms. Leister said, "Watching men getting tied up and disciplined really turns me on too, which is why I am going to watch it from the cunnilingus chair." Leila looked confused.

"Look at that tall chair over there that kind of looks like a bar stool with a back. Notice how the seat is nicely padded for my comfort, and the seat is v shaped so that I can spread my legs comfortably but still be modestly dressed. Look at the floor in front of the chair. It has three sets of straps that I will use to bind Grower's ankles, calves, and thighs so that he will be fixed with his head and face locked in the middle of that v shaped seat. Once he is securely tied up in that position, there are wrist restraints underneath the seat that keep his hands close to his mouth so that he must use them to pleasure me and not himself. And as I said, he is a master at eating out in my kitchen. Now Grower, you know where to go. Take your proper place."

Grower got off the bed and walked over to the stool. He knelt down and was strapped in. His head was right in between the v of the seat. Leila immediately understood that when Ms. Leister sat on the chair, his face and hands would be in her crotch and that he could do nothing but please her for as long as she liked.

Leila said, "Do they have to be tied up?"

Ms. Leister said, "No, in fact, when you get to Grope Town, you will see chairs like these all along the beach, the parks, and the bars. You will see rows of male rumps with their torsos covered by long dresses and the women laughing and grinning. But I like them tied up because then I can control all of the action, and I know that they cannot play with themselves when I cannot watch them. I think it is important to control their orgasms."

Leila nodded, even if she could not really comprehend what she would experience when she got to Grope Town.

Ms. Leister inspected the arrangement. She got on the chair and placed her legs on his shoulders. His head was covered with her skirt. Having decided that his face and her "thighs" were at the right location, she got off the stool and walked towards the spanking bench.

Leila followed her towards what looked like a sawhorse, but one with solid wooden sides rather than the legs and two by fours that she remembered from her dad's wood shop. Where there had just been a straight bar, really just a two by four beam of wood on the top of her dad's sawhorse, this one was a thick leather pad that was the size and shape of a futon but far more solid than one, and it was on what she thought was probably a 30 degree angle. On both sides of the sawhorse there were padded shelves: two that stuck out in front of the sawhorse and two that stuck out behind. The ones were under the lowered part of the bench were about three quarters of the way up the sawhorse, and the ones under the raised pad were about three quarters of the way down.

Beercan had already walked over to the spanking bench, and, by the time that Ms. Leister and Leila had made it to the spanking bench, he had climbed on it. "Ready when you are," he said happily or at least it sounded as if he were happy.

Leila now saw that his torso was on a padded bench part. His head and chest were angled down so that they were lower and his butt was raised. His head was over the edge of the bench. His arms were resting on the two front shelves, and he had slid them into the still unfastened cuffs that were on the shelf.

Leila could see that all she would have to do is pull on the straps and then Velcro them closed and his arms would be immobilized. His legs were now tucked underneath his torso. Each of his shins were on the back shelves and he had slid both of them into their appropriate cuffs: one cuff for ankles and one cuff for thighs. Leila could see that all she had to do was pull the straps tight and then Velcro them tight, he would be totally powerless. She could not believe how totally turned on she was by that thought. She was afraid that she might have an orgasm just by strapping him in. As she looked at him carefully, she recognized that his legs were now tucked under his torso so that his rump was raised up above his head, and it was jutting out away from the bench. She thought, "It is totally exposed. It is open for spanking, biting, and his dick and ball sack are hanging down too. They are fully exposed as well. That means that I could spank him a bit, and then play with his balls and dick, tease him, and then spank again. This is going to be a lot of fun."

Ms. Leister said, "The cuff circles around his wrist like so, and see it has Velcro so that we can now tighten around his wrist, and voila, his wrist will be snugly attached to the side of the bench."

Leila said, "I got the idea," and she walked over and cuffed him down. She did it quickly and efficiently. She smiled, and Ms. Leister clapped.

With Beercan now securely bound to the bench, Ms. Leister walked over to a chest that was placed in such a position that once the lid was lifted up, whomever was tied to the bench had to stare into it. The cabinet was designed like a tool case, and that is really what it was. It contained two major sections, one that was titled domestic discipline, and the other titled S/M toys. Underneath the titles there were cartoons that showed where to find a tool and the proper ways to use that tool. Under the domestic discipline sign were spatulas, wooden spoons, ladles, hair brushes, pizza pie shovels — both wooden and steel, fly swatters, whisk brooms, dust pans, and pretty much anything a housewife could use on her husband or boy friend's rump. All of the cartoons showed women dressed as housewives disciplining their fully naked husbands, of course. In the other section, there was a collection of fraternity paddles, some with holes drilled into the flat surface, some without, whips, floggers, riding crops, and canes. Those cartoons showed naked men tied to crosses, spanking benches, stocks, and over padded benches, and the women were all in leather outfits.