A Lesson From the Mistress

"Headmistress?" Jim called as he stepped inside. The woman turned to face him.

"James, welcome back. Have you cleared your heart?"

"Yes," the young man answered. "I had been scared that it wouldn't go well, but it did, and now I'm ready for the training you mentioned."

"Good. Come over here."

Jim was twenty years old and had been studying martial arts at the headmistress's school for a little over three years. The headmistress, on the other hand, was somewhere in her mid-thirties and was one of the most successful, if controversial, warriors around.

Jim approached as directed, unsure what to expect of these private lessons. Secret techniques to overcome better opponents? Refinements that would make his existing skills unstoppable? There was no way to know without experiencing the lessons, but one thing was certain: Jim was ready to learn.

Jim stopped in front of his teacher and waited for her instructions.

"James, what is the whole being?" she asked him.

Jim was taken aback by the question. "The whole being? I don't know."

The headmistress sighed with a light smile. "How long have you been learning here?"

Jim could answer this question far more easily. "Three years."

"In those three years, what parts of you have you used?"

Jim thought through the techniques he'd practiced. "Arms, legs, hips, back. I think those are the big ones."

The headmistress nodded slowly. "In short, you've used most of your body. But is your body all there is to you?"

Jim pondered for a minute. "Everything goes through the body; that's the way we do things in the world, right?"

His teacher smiled. "In general, yes. But the body is not all you are. You are also a mind, a soul. You have learned to fight with the body, and have trained very well, but if you can find the link between your soul and your body, you can use that connection to reach levels that are impossible to you now. Let me show you something. Take off your shirt."

Jim did as instructed, feeling the cool air against his chest and back. He could feel the headmistress's eyes as she examined him.

"What's this on your back?"

"Oh, I wanted something to show how committed I am to this school and its teachings. So I had got school's mark on me."

The headmistress crossed her arms. "You should have asked me first. This school has no insignia of its own. It is my school, it uses my mark. You have not marked yourself as a devoted student here, but as devotedly... mine."

Jim paused as he realized his mistake. "I'm sorry, headmistress. But I promise that I will devote myself to you as you teach me."

The headmistress spent a moment in thought. "Very well. I'll start as expected. But I'll be adjusting some of your lessons." She faced Jim. "Close your eyes."

Jim closed his eyes. He felt her hand on the center of his chest.

"Can you feel your heart beating? Do you feel the warmth of it?"

"Yes," Jim answered as he paid attention to his body.

"Good. Now feel even deeper. The energy of your life that makes your heart beat."

Jim focused inward, but struggled to find the energy she mentioned.

The teacher continued. "Feel how the energy moves through your body, like the warm blood pumped from your heart to every corner of you. To your arms, hands, and fingers. To your legs, feet, and toes. To your head." Her hand moved down Jim's torso and crossed his belt. "To your manhood."

"The lesson on using the soul will continue next time. For now, I have another lesson for you. You may open your eyes."

"Headmistress, would you please not touch me there?"

"Of course, Jim." The use of the short form of his name surprised him as she took her hand from his crotch.

"I've decided to teach you not only how to handle weapons, but also how to handle a woman. These lessons will be practical and very private. Do you understand?"

"Headmistress, what about your husband?" Jim objected.

"He is my husband, but because you marked yourself, you are mine, even in ways he isn't. Besides, as long as we keep it secret, these lessons won't hurt him, will they?"

"Still, headmistress, are you sure--"

"Yes, I'm sure. And during these lessons I don't want you calling me 'headmistress,' unless you're joking about us pleasing each other with our heads. Please use my name: Tera."

"Tera?"

"Yes?"

Jim paused, feeling the weight of the decision in front of him. He had promised to devote himself to her, and technically he hadn't limited that devotion to his studies. And despite the age difference between them, Tera was a beautiful woman. However, Jim, along with the rest of his classmates, held a strong respect for their headmistress's husband, and Jim felt that accepting Tera's offer would be to betray him. Not to mention the troubles that could come from such a relationship between teacher and student.

Jim considered his options for what seemed like hours to him. Keep his promise to Tera, accept her lessons, and have a guarantee to continue the soul training? Or uphold his respect for the headmistress and her husband and preserve the proper relationship between teacher and student, and risk losing the chance to reach higher levels?

"Tera," Jim repeated. "I will accept your lessons."

Tera smiled. "I'm glad. Let's begin right away." She took his right hand and set it on her left breast, over the cloth of her training robes. "Feel that."

Jim closed his eyes and focused on the roundness under his hand. It was soft under the woven fabric, and he could make out the peak of the nipple. He began to rub his hand over the shapely breast, exploring its curves. Over the top, around the side, and underneath, as far as he could go with Tera's training robes in the way.

"Tera," Jim whispered, "please teach me."

He felt her move toward him before she planted her lips on his. They tasted like tea, and instinctively Jim reached out his tongue to taste more.

Tera broke the kiss to instruct Jim. "Your hand is caught between us. It's probably not very comfortable, right? Here, just slide it down to my hip."

Jim slowly moved his hand as instructed. "Should I do the same with my other hand, too?"

"Yes, that will work for now." Jim set his left hand on her right hip. "Now, you have good instincts to try to use your tongue, but we need to train those instincts. Pay attention." She kissed him again and snaked her tongue between his lips, then started to play with his tongue, pushing on it and exploring its various surfaces with her own tongue. After a minute of passionate kissing, she pulled back again.

"Do you see what I'm getting at? Don't just move randomly. Pick an area and play with it. Find what works; not everything will."

"I think I get it."

"There are some major similarities between mouths and genitals. The tongue can be like like a penis in some ways. So if you want to work on a woman's tongue, think how you would like a tongue to work on your penis. The mouth has some similarities to a vagina, too. It is a body opening with certain sensitive areas. If you know how to find those areas and work with them, you'll be a much better tongue kisser, in the same way that finding the sweet spots in a vagina will make you a better lover."

"I hadn't thought of it that way before. Please teach me more."

Tera kissed Jim quickly. "All in time. For now, let's move onto something else." She trailed a finger down Jim's chest and abs. "Do you still object to me touching you?"

Jim quickly answered, "Not at all."

Tera chuckled. "You sound so eager."

"Is that bad?"

"Not necessarily. It's better than being bored and unresponsive." She sounded frustrated, as if referring to something real. Tera unbuckled Jim's belt and lowered his trousers, inspecting his erect penis as if appraising a new weapon before looking up at Jim. "I think we'll both enjoy this."

Tera stepped back, untying the knots that held her training robes closed, and let the garment fall off her shoulders, revealing that she wore nothing below the waist with the robes. Jim stood awestruck. Her body was lithe and fit, sloping inward between her chest and her hips. The skin looked soft and smooth, and Jim longed to feel the texture of her forbidden flesh. Between Tera's legs, her vulva stood out, clearly showing her carnal pupil the location of his ultimate goal.

"What do you think?" Tera asked.

"What can I say? I knew you were beautiful before, but now... the only word I can think of to begin to describe your body is 'wow.'"

Tera giggled. "Thank you. You might want think of some other words for the future, though. Even a simple compliment can be very effective. In fact, sometimes an elaborate compliment can seem insincere."

Jim responded before he could fully consider his words, "I'll spend all night thinking about it. I promise, by tomorrow I'll have the right words."

Tera grinned. "You'll spend all night thinking about--my body?"

Jim blushed. "Yes, I don't think I could think of anything else."

"All right," Tera continued. "Now, come around behind me and give me your hands." Jim stepped behind her and held up his hands by her sides. "I can feel your penis poking me," she pointed out. Jim stepped back. "I didn't say it was a problem." She took hold of Jim's hands and pulled him forward so that his length ran up her back. "That's better." Then she set his hands on her breasts and instructed him, "Now feel again. And don't hesitate to really explore."

Jim squeezed the mounds of soft flesh in his hands. They were smooth and had a firmness deep within. He explored their surfaces again, savoring the touch of Tera's feminine skin. He even found his way between the breasts and underneath, where he could not reach before. All the while Tera stood relaxed, yet still, breathing deeply.

"Tera," Jim whispered in her ear as his right hand moved down her torso, finally resting on her pronounced vulva, "may I?"

"I think using your hands on my vagina would be a bit beyond today's lesson, Jim. But there is still more to teach today. First, do you notice the liquid coming from my vagina?"

Jim rubbed a finger along the slit to feel it better. "Yes," he answered.

Tera explained, "That is one way a woman's body prepares itself for sex. The liquid provides a coating that allows for plenty of movement. It means my body wants to have sex." She looked at Jim over her shoulder. "Are you ready to satisfy that desire?"

"I think I am."

"Jim," she said as she turned to face him, "one of the most important things about sex is not to overthink it. Trust your instincts, and do. So, again, are you ready to satisfy my desire for sex?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now lie on your back. For this time, I'll be fully in control."

Jim lay on his back and Tera stepped over him, giving him a clear view up her body at her vagina and breasts. As he stared at her body, she lowered herself until she was sitting on his chest.

"I'm going to teach you so much more," she declared, "and we're going to have a lot of fun together. Especially since every lesson will build up to and end with a round of hot, adulterous sex."

In a moment she lifted herself off of Jim's chest and situated herself on his erect penis, lowering herself onto him with a moan.

"How does this feel? Good? Comfortable?"

Jim answered, "It's warm, and it feels like it's on every part of my penis. It feels really good, like a dream come true. I've never felt this before."

"You seemed like you hadn't done this before. But don't worry. I know you're a quick learner, and I'll make sure you get plenty of experience. But for now, just lie back and enjoy."

With that, Tera started to move, lifting herself off of Jim's penis before dropping back down around it, twisting back and forth, and grinding forward and backward as he squirmed in pleasure beneath her.

"Now, Jim," she quizzed him, "what did you learn today about pleasing a woman?"

In response, he reached up and took her breasts in his hands, rolling them in his fingers and firmly squeezing them.

"Very good," Tera sighed as she felt his body growing tense, warning of his impending release.

"Now, I don't want to stop any more than you do, but I need to be careful." Tera lifted completely off of Jim's penis, then wrapped her mouth around his tip, exploring it with her tongue while her right hand rubbed his lower shaft and her left took hold of his scrotum. In a moment, Jim's breath caught as he pumped his semen into Tera's waiting mouth.

Tera swallowed Jim's semen and wiped away the drips that escaped her mouth, panting. "Good work today, Jim. Get some rest. And get ready for tomorrow's lesson."