The Best Summer Of My Life Pt 03

It was the best summer of my life but now the fall had set in and the days were shorter and colder. The faculty had buckled down in order to finish getting all the material in before exams. I played my fall recital, well half recital since I shared it with Larry Telch, violist and a studly looking man. Too bad he had a penis. The orchestra played its two concerts and the ensembles were finished for the semester.

I was no longer wearing bras as well as no panties. What I need is this school on a nude beach. Hmmm...

Now I was practicing for juries. Cello I'm not worried about but piano may be a slight problem. There are just so many hours in a day and cello, classes and sex come first. Not like I'm fucking everyday or everyone but it has become a focal point. And not just sex. Like so many women who come around it's about living your life your way. I'm not militant and I'm not a protestor but I'm not hiding any more.

I even had a one night stand. I got picked up at a bar. Went to her hotel and fucked. I actually took the top role. I liked it but I still like being restrained, helpless. That's the advantage of a threesome which happened twice more. But Shelby got pissed at Ellie again, so...

At 7:00am I am in my practice room working on piano things. Dragging my cello across campus on early, cold, snowy mornings

makes it tougher, but I never leave my cello in the locker in orchestra hall. Not this cello.

My cell buzzed as I ran scales and arpeggios. I ignored it until I got to a logical place to stop.

Please come by my office today. I need to discuss an important issue with you. I'm available during office hours.

KM

Dr Marsh is...is...sexy, mysterious, aloof, demanding and I have had sex with her twice this semester. Once, a quickie in her office, once in a hotel room she had rented for a conference in town. She had some effect on me. Hard to explain what it was. But I always was a bit nervous when called to her office.

I knocked.

"Enter."

"Good morning Professor. You summoned me?" No one gives her sarcasm or sass but I do.

"Close the door. I have a proposal for you.

"Yes?"

"I have a place about two hours from here where I invite...certain people, whom I think may enjoy something different, for a weekend.

Never an undergrad. However, I believe

you would enjoy it. Don't ask questions. In or out? Leaving my house Saturday at noon. See you then...or I won't. Run along."

Did I say she was mysterious? There's no way I

could say no. So i didn't. And was at her house on time.

Her car was a Mercedes SUV and apparently she had hired a driver named Nikita...no joke.

Once in the car and on the way she said: "if you are wearing panties remove them now."

"I'm not wearing any."

"That's good but please repeat what you said."

"Repeat what?"

"I want you to be proper this weekend, so rephrase what you said, please"

"Dr Marsh, I am not wearing panties."

"Ma'am"

"Ma'am." Oh shit it doesn't take a genius to figure out where this weekend is going. And I'm all about it.

"Now take your clothes off."

I didn't hesitate. Nikita looked in the rear view mirror. I didn't care. The windows were darkened enough no one could see in. Sort of disappointed about that.

"I didn't ask if you wanted to come with me, I basically told you to. I did that because I know what you need. I know what kind of woman you are or should be. I know that when you fucked your first girl a dam burst and all this pent up sexual tension and your eagerness to learn and your desire to be the best would make you a DOMME or the best submissive ever. We need to find out and this weekend we will. Check your seat belt. Have a few sips of wine and relax. We'll be there in an hour."

I did as I was told. I thinking I'm heading toward being the best submissive.

We got to her place it was impressive perhaps even understated. It was in a somewhat secluded neighborhood with huge, fenced lots. We drove around the to the back where there were two large buildings. One was a house and the other a gym. We went to the house. It was not your normal house. It was dark, lighted by lamps with green shades. Heavy leather furniture or some with a heavy tapestry cover. Classical music played in the background.

"At any time you wish to ask a question you say "mistress may I ask a question? Remember this, if you question everything, I will bore and you'll be sent home. Just be careful.

Also, should you find the experience too intense just say "take me home. Do you understand? Seriously? Do you understand?"

"Yes mistress."

"Good girl." Pause "I said good girl."

"Thank you, mistress."

"You're learning already."

"Tha....."

"Shhh. Sit. Back straight, knees apart, always apart and, for now, your hands face down on your thighs."

I obeyed. I couldn't tell at this point if we were role playing or if my lifestyle was changing. Either way I'm all about it..so far. She left the room and was gone long enough that my mind was running scenarios. And when she returned, she confirmed the rumors. She was wearing her black hose and tall leather boots along with a leather corset. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail. And her lips were red. She also had no panties. I love licking that smooth, hairless, pussy. It calls to me. She slowly paced the floor.

"There is so much to learn. A good DOMME isn't mean and cruel. A good DOMME teaches, nourishes and takes care of her pet. Like a farmer, if you just whip the mule he doesn't work as hard as a whipped mule who is being cared for by the farmer. You will be whipped, but you will be cared for. Whipping is cleansing for both the DOMME and the submissive. Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am...mistress."

"Ma'am works here but in public it's mistress."

"Yes mistress." Public??

"Now a good submissive is the one with the hardest job. It's like dating. In the initial phase you go out and learn each other. After a while you either commit to one another or go separate ways. The submissive has to make a decision to give herself to her DOMME. She gives herself to the DOMME. It is the most romantic love in the world. What could top giving, not just your body, but your thoughts and actions? Your entirety."

Silence.

"Are you hungry?"

"I could eat Someth..."

"Too many words. Are you hungry?"

"Yes ma'am."

"See how easy it is? Nikita will fix us a snack."

"Thank..."

"Shh! Some things are rhetorical and do-not require an answer. The sucky thing is you have to figure it out."

Nikita entered bringing a tray of goodies and wine. She poured the wine into two glasses set them in front of us and left. The cheese had been sliced. There were berries and grapes. It was nice, like everything here.

"Thank you, Nikita."

"Ma'am."

"I like pretty things. Nikita for instance. She's beautiful and she serves me...she services me.

Stand, now head down. A submissive never looks her DOMME in the eye without permission. Now...on your knees. That's right head down and knees spread. I must be able to get to your pussy when I like. Next step, hands behind your back. Good girl."

"Thank you, mistress." I could barely get that out. I had pussy juice running down my legs.

I was naked. Kneeing,. Head down and hands behind my back. Whatever I had gotten myself into I was all for it. Until the crop came out.

Mistress walked behind me and whispered into my ear. "While you are here you will do as I say, when I say and how I say. Am I understood?"

"Yes ma'am."

She grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my hair back. She kissed my neck and pulled harder on my hair.

"Uuuhh..." I gasped.

"Oh yes, we are going to have a good time, you and I." She placed a blindfold over my eyes.

"Time to work on trust. Stand."

I stood not using my arms. I was a little unsteady and Mistress helped me. I didn't know if I should thank her or not. I opted not to. I guess I chose correctly.

"Stand still. I will give you directions and you will follow them. Am I understood?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Turn around."

I did. I stood there in her playhouse, naked, blindfolded, exposed. I should have been frightened, trembling from fear. But I wasn't afraid. I was trembling but fear had nothing to do with it. I couldn't wait for the next instruction.

"Come to me."

The voice came from another part of the room.

"Take normal size steps and walk to the sound of my voice."

My hands behind my back. Blindfolded. I have no means of protecting myself. I took my first steps.

"Stop. Next step is to your left. Forty-five degree. Take it. Stop. Face front. Now come to me"

I began walking at first a bit tentatively but after a step or two I got bolder and took full sized steps toward her voice. I couldn't remember the floor plan of the place since I was turned the other way but I believed I had passed into another room.

"Stop. Turn ninety degrees to your right and take two steps."

I did I as was instructed. She took my right hand from my back and attached a cuff to it then attached the cuff to a chain. She repeated with my left hand. I was here. I mean there is no get away plan.

"Spread your feet."

Fuck. Now it was real. My heart palpitated. My breathing was erratic. I was so turned on I thought I may orgasm just standing there.

"Take deep breaths. It can be overwhelming at first. I wouldn't want you to faint."

I could hear her opening and closing drawers.

Then her warm breath on my neck.

"I love your scent "

Thank or not thank. Shit

"Thank you, Mistress."

"You're learning."

She ran, what I later found out was a riding crop, down the center of my back into my butt crack. Then again. She tapped the side of my thigh, or ran it up the inside of leg and gave my twat a gentle swat. I anticipated an ass spanking but was a bit surprised when I heard her put the crop down. I'm not sure if I was relieved or disappointed.

As she moved around me her hand trailed softly on my body. Up and down my back.

Across my boobs, stopping at my nipples to give them a little tweak. The sharp pain caught me off guard. Down my belly to my pussy. My wet, wet pussy. And with my legs so far apart I'm sure I was dripping on the floor. She took a sample then put her fingers in my mouth. That is a real treat.

"I'm going to get some water. Would you care for some?"

"Yes ma'am."

She was gone for quite a while. When she returned she gave me a few sips of water before pouring some of it down my chest.

"Damn, you are so...so sexy."

I could hear a camera clicking and lights flashing. I'm not sure how I felt about pictures. But I trust her...I think. And if she is behind me, who's taking the pictures?

"I hope this hurts just a little." She attached a clamp to my right nipple while another was attached to my left by, I assume Nikita, unless

there is another player I don't know about. The juice was turned up and the tingling became more intense. Then she tightened the screw one more time. Oh man. I wanted this life. She/they tightened the screws more and turned up the juice. The shock waves coarsed through my body. I shook just bit when the power was brought down. Deep breaths. And then more power. Something was shoved up my pussy. More electricity. More tingle. With my tits and pussy under assault I was dancing like a marionette at the hands of my Mistress.

That sounded nice. My Mistress.

And then, whack. Riding crop to the right ass cheek. Whack again. Same spot. And then another and another. My ass was turning

red in that one spot and the nipple clamps and dildo were so intense I wasn't sure I wasn't going to pass out from sensory overload.

I was about to cum

"Don't you do it. Do not cum until I tell you to"

I had never heard that before. How do you stop an orgasm?

"Yes ma'am." I was wiggling and squirming and needed to let go. Finally before I passed out she said, "You may now cum, if you wish."

And I did. Cat five! Earth shattering! For what seemed like forever. The most intense orgasm ever. She allowed me to lie there and enjoy the after glow before she turned off the power then removed the dildo first. then the clamps. And that hurt. I mean that really hurt. I screamed. I was trembling. The cuffs were supporting my weight. And then, I came again. Unbelievable. Not as intense. More like an after shock after an earthquake. Never imagined I could feel like this.

Mistress and Nikita took me down from the cuffs and placed me on the bed where Mistress kissed my lips and ran her fingers through my hair as Nikita cleaned and put salve on the bruised and slightly cut crop mark. I fell to sleep in their arms and Dr Marsh climbed in beside me.

I woke up at 3:00 am to go to the rest room. When I came back to bed Dr Marsh was sitting up waiting on me.

"I just don't remember how long it takes to train a sub. Come back to my bed and stay until I say you can go."

"Yes ma'am."

Nikita woke us up at 8:00am with breakfast in bed. I'm still not sure of Nikita's real role here. She seems to me she is Dr Marsh's personal servant or submissive. Either way I'm impressed by her.

"Good morning, Molly."

"Good morning, ma'am."

"We will take you home after lunch today. But first breakfast, bath and a session of fun. Does that sound good?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good. Nikita, run me a bath please."

"Ma'am." I didn't even know she was still in the room. I'm pretty sure Mistress and Nikita have run this same routine many times.

"There is a shower as well for you. Get in get out and await me in your position. Am I understood?"

"Yes Mistress."

Nikita pointed me toward the shower. It was nicely appointed, roomy, three shower heads and mood lighting. Pretty cool.

I did as I was instructed including the self administered enema. That caught my attention. But why not? Why not go all the way?

After drying off Nikita showed me to a makeup chair where she applied, what I assume, was Mistress's instructions. It was much heavier and colorful. I looked a little whorish. It was very much like Dr Marsh, herself. I liked it. I liked it a lot.

Once done with makeup Nikita attached a new pair of nipple clamps. Still battery powered but more decorative. She instructed me to a corner where a photo area was set up where she took several pictures. I felt sexy. She spoke barely above a whisper as she instructed me to turn my shoulders or to lift my chin. If I needed another reason to feel naughty this was it.

The servant then exited the room to go assist Mistress and I assumed my position, as I awaited her return. When she returned she showed me to the playroom from last night. I faced away from the door, knelt, spread my knees, hands behind and head down. My heart raced. I wanted her to come do whatever she was going to do. The wait was thrilling though. What a mixed up person I am. Mixed up and excited.

"I walk in the room to find my submissive in the proper position. My spirits are lifted. There is hope for our youth, Nikita." They laughed!

"I have a couple hours before we take you back to your world of sorority house sex, exams and the cello. So let's get started." With that she grabbed a handful of hair and jerked it hard. I gasped.

Whispering in my ear, "You have such a pretty ass. The shape and size...mmm. But I believe your ass needs attention. I mean one simple bruise isn't much of a Medal of Honor is it. So today is ass day. Today is stock day."

She removed a cover from an ancient looking apparatus that i recognized as a stockade.

"Now, your head goes here."

My heart is going crazy. Ass day. Stockade. It all adds up to what I call pleasure pain is coming my way.

"And these hands go here. Don't worry. We'll not hurt your hands. And now we lock the clamps. But I think you would look better in ankle cuffs and a few ropes. Nikita will tie your thighs to the braces. This will take a few minutes but when she is done you will be totally immobile. Being a good submissive you will love the feeling of helplessness."

My chin rested on a cradle and my head was immobile as Mistress said. I only saw the floor.

My hands were not as tight, but they were locked in. And now my legs were spread and secured. I cannot explain it. You just need to try it. There is total freedom. Total freedom.

Mistress began by trailing the crop down my back like she had done before. She ran it all over my body. My back down to my ass. And then all the way down my legs. She spanked my pussy from what I would call a backhand between my legs. I'm becoming friends with the crop.

"Yes Molly, I believe you like a little pain. So Nikita has picked this plug just for you. It matches the nipple clamps."

Oh...here it comes. I've been either dreading or anticipating this moment.

"A little lube. And Nikita will lube your ass."

She did. She had a glove on and she gently began to apply pressure to my rosebud. She knew what she was doing as she worked her finger inside my tight hole. Through the first barrier and then the second. She was in and it wasn't nearly as painful as I had imagined. In fact right now it felt pretty good.

"Ok...now you get new jewelry."

The butt plug was sort of pear shaped and when it is all the way in the sphincter closes around it and locks it in place. Mistress put it in with the least amount of pain as possible.

Nikita took a picture and showed it to me.

And then the beatings began.

"Your ass is nearly perfect it just needs more decorations."

Whack. Whack. Whack. In the same spot. Whack. Again. Camera flashes everywhere.

"Yes, your skin turns a pretty pink before the bruises take over." Whack.

"The crop stings but this one has more tentacles. It covers more area." Whack. Crap she was right.

Whack. More photos being taken. And so it continued. Not because I did anything wrong but because it releases endorphins. It made me horny...hornier. I'm nineteen years old, I have a forty year old mistress, I'm in a stockade with nipples decorated by jade clamps and I have a jade butt plug up my ass. I'd say this is not your ordinary nineteen year olds life. But it's my life.

And there is more yet to come.