Her Education Pt 01

Her Education:

Chapter One

The Teacher

"I'm a filthy fucking slut." she whispered, more to her wine glass than me.

"What was that Kitten? I need to hear you."

She tucked a lock of dark brown hair behind her ear, took a sip of her prosecco and raised her head to look me in the eyes across the table of our booth.

"I'm a filthy fucking slut. But just in my head. I'm not a virgin but... " her voice trailed off as the uncertainty returned and her pale cheeks flushed crimson.

"Go on." I kept my voice level, resisting the urge to speak for her, to replay back to her what we had talked about online and receive her silent, nodded, consent.

"You know all this. And what you don't know I'm sure you can work out, fill in the blanks. You seem a pretty smart guy."

"Thank you. Yes, I think I know some of what you are going to say and can guess more. But that is not enough. If we are going to do this I need to hear it from your pretty lips. I need to know exactly where your head is so I know that I am not leading you somewhere you don't want to go and you're too caught up in the moment to say no."

She talked in a low voice, barely more than a whisper, avoiding eye contact but doing her best to make it look like she was relaxed.

"I've had boyfriends. The last one lasted almost two years. But the sex has always been disappointing. I've tried to tell them what I liked, but when I start talking about not being in control you can see them thinking I'm freaky."

She paused, took a deep breath and continued.

"I usually go out with nice boys. And nice boys want to take me home and show me off to their mum. Not treat me like a filthy little whore. And if I'm honest the sex has been so underwhelming that I just sort of stop trying. Most boyfriends have accused me of being frigid."

She gave a bitter laugh with no humour.

"I worry I'm addicted to porn and masturbation. I have to ration how much I use my wand to avoid desensitising my clit."

I could see this was painful, she was unhappy. I let the silence rest between us for a moment before prompting her.

"So. In your own words, what do you really want Kitten?"

"I want to feel owned." she blurted, eye's focussed on her glass.

"I want to be trained. Sexually." every word sounded forced, "By a much older, sexually experienced man. By you. I don't want to be in control. I want to be dominated."

I had chosen a secluded booth in a classy basement bar that advertised its Prosecco and Negroni menu in a shameless attempt to win the early-date market. It was a midweek night, public enough for safety, quiet enough that we were able to talk freely albeit in low, confidential voices.

"If you recall there was a phrase we used that sums up a lot of what we have discussed online. If you are still comfortable with what I am proposing I need to hear it from your lips."

She gave a tiny nod and took a long sip of Prosecco for confidence.

"I want to be your little FuckToy. I want to be a much older man's FuckToy."

"Go on. When I say Consent is Sexy I mean it. And I will not proceed with this enterprise without knowing that you are fully on board with everything. This is a pretty common fantasy among girls your age. I need you to convince me that you want it to be your reality."

She breathed deeply and held my gaze as she spoke.

"I want you to make me into your perfect little FuckDoll Sir." she blushed but as she spoke the confidence she had in our many online chats was returning.

"I have come to realise that I need to be controlled. Owned. And I want to be moulded into your perfect little Slut. Make me perfect Sir."

I took a swig of my Negroni and did everything I could to look nonchalant. Truth is, i was chalant as fuck. I'm not even sure what chalant is but I had so much I could sell it by the bucketload. But I managed to speak in a tone that suggested having hot twenty-somethings beg to be my fuck toy was a common occurrence for me on a Tuesday night.

"I think you are going to be a perfect little FuckDoll. I think you have been waiting for me. Craving an older, experienced man to take you in hand. Use you. Teach you. I am not your Happily Ever After. You know that. But when you meet the person who

is

right for you they will be glad you knew me, even if they never know I exist."

"Fuck. That does things to me. I worried your words would not have the same effect on me in public as they did online, when I could play in my bedroom as I read them. But yeah. They do."

"Good Girl. Are you comfortable with moving to a physical relationship then? Fucking in real life not just playing online?"

She nodded, then, before I could prompt her,

"Yes Sir. I want this for real. I want you to give me a sexual education. I want to completely submit to you and let you teach me. Train me."

This time I could not suppress my smile. I did not know how this evening would play out. I knew I would be attracted to her, even from the carefully cropped pics she had shared online I knew she was exquisite. But in person she was breathtaking.

Average height but slender, she had a thick glossy mane of chestnut hair and pale skin. Even in the low light I could see her cheeks blush as she confessed her fantasies.

She was toned and tight bodied, her small breasts perfectly proportioned on her petite frame. She managed to be sexy, elegant and absolutely adorable all at the same time.

Online she had shared her body measurements freely, revelling in her self objectification: Five foot Three inches, UK size 6 to 8, 32A chest.

We had met on an app designed for younger women seeking older men and clicked immediately.

It was not an app where people looked for their soulmate. We knew what each other was looking for.

At 26 she was fed up with being a good girl who put up with crap sex and wanted to experiment. With an older man.

At 46 I had all the age and experience she was looking for and just have enough self awareness enough to know I'm a bit of a cliche. Middle aged divorced dad chasing hot girls in their twenties but not looking for anything serious.

And from my experience an articulate older guy with a bit of natural dominance and the ability to resist sending unsolicited dick pics is a bit of a rarity these days. Anyway, it didn't take much before she shared what she was really looking for. Exactly what she was looking for.

Or in her own words via DMs.

I work hard to stay slim and be light enough to be thrown around like a rag doll during sex. I get a haircut every couple of weeks, I get laser treatments down there every six weeks so I'm soft and smooth even though I can barely afford it."

"I shave my legs at least weekly and the night before a date with a good quality men's razor. I read that high class strippers use almond oil on their skin so I use that, even though it's bloody expensive. But I'm soft and smooth all over."

"I take yoga classes twice a week to keep me supple, kegel exercises nightly. I'm tight anyway but I want good control. I want my little cunny to be able to milk my lover's cock."

I've read those DM's over and over until they were seared into my memory. Could someone this perfect exist? And if they did, be interested in me?

"I dress conservatively for work but I love to dress feminine, girly even. I've loved clothes and fashion since I was a little girl and getting ready for a date is sometimes the highlight of the evening. Actually, almost always been the highlight of recent dates. I love romance novels, the Bachelorette and Brigerton, even if Netflix have butchered the novels."

I handed her my phone. "I curated some of the messages you sent. I want you to read them, and if you still feel the same way read them out to me. Read nothing that is not true. If it doesn't feel true, skip. If it's not how you feel right now skip.

As she read them aloud her voice grew stronger, more confident.

"I am naturally submissive in my private life. In a work environment I have to be confident and in control. I am feminist. I do not believe you are superior to me just because you have a dick between your legs and if you had once came across as misogynist or talked about how I should submit to The Patriarchy we would not still be talking."

"But you didn't. It scares me a little, just how easy I find it to submit to you. How natural it feels with you. it's different from others."

"This isn't new to me, I've just understood myself better in the last couple of years and accepted my submissive nature, and reconciled that it does not stop me being a feminist."

"Rough sex is a must. Being spanked is a must. I crave it so bad I spank myself. I crave objectification and gentle degradation. I have such an oral fixation it's embarrassing, I crave something in my mouth when I'm turned on. I am open to being pissed on but not yet. Blood and gore is a no. Anything with minors is obviously a No. I'm not into being Little or age play. I want to be my own age for a dominant man.

"Well maybe with one exception we have talked about, the crush that I think triggered a lot of this. But I just want to be a much older man's Personal Pornstar."

I nodded for her to continue.

"I overthink. I need a lot of reassurance in a relationship. Even if we're casual. I know I'm not perfect and most guys find me needy and clingy. But it's just the way I am. I know I'm asking for a lot but I think I'm offering a lot."

"I've done all I can to make myself into a perfect submissive fuckdoll. I should be getting used hard and adored. But I'm too shy to tell boyfriends how they should use me. And just waiting for a dominant man to discover me hasn't worked. Which is why joined the app."

She handed my phone back to me.

"Which is how I'm here in front of you tonight. Spilling out my deepest fantasies to a virtual stranger on a Tuesday night.

"So. Cards on the table. I can't believe how much I've said. That's who I really am and what I'm looking for. Your turn now."

Now the pressure was on. At 6ft foot and in good shape, with salt and pepper hair and blue grey eyes that girlfriends have always found attractive, I know I look good for a guy in his forties but I'm sure a girl with her looks and social status could have someone younger, better looking and buff. But it would be difficult finding someone with my filthy mind.

So I was confident we were a perfect fit but often reality fails to live up to fantasy. I half expected her to end the conversation and leave early, ashamed at how close she came to caving into her deepest, most dangerous fantasies.

But she was still here. Struggling to suppress her nervous energy.

We knew from online we had plenty in common beyond our sexual fantasies so I made sure it felt like a normal early date for the first hour to try and relax into each other's company before turning the conversation in a sexual direction.

She had grown with assurance as the evening progressed but I grew more and more nervous as the fear of fucking up grew. To be this close to having something with a girl this perfect and fucking it up would be... well I don't know how long it would take to get over that.

"So you know the basics, I don't want anything serious until my kids are much older but I crave not just physical but an emotional connection, why I don't do hookups. I'd suggest we agree upfront that this should last no more than six months, otherwise it's impossible for there not to be serious feelings.

"I'm not for everyone. I know my flaws. But I like to think I'm a good fit for a girl who is looking to explore her sexuality safely. I'm open minded, creative, I know my way round a woman's body and love giving pleasure.

"I try not to be a dick with my playmates. Be honest upfront, be clear what I am looking for and not looking for, understand exactly what you are looking for."

I didn't say but could have: And get her explicit consent. Always. Lke fucking always guys, trust me. It's way better that way and not just to keep you out of jail. But i'll come to that.

"I do not claim to be a good man. But I will treat you with respect. Well.... "

I laughed at another contradiction, "When I'm not degrading you and humiliating you for both our sexual gratification."

We were both laughing, my head in my hands.

"You will be Respectfully Disrespectful." She smiled and looked the most relaxed I'd seen her all night.

"Respectfully Disrespectful. I like that. Yeah let's go with that."

"We've talked a lot about training you, moulding you, shaping you. I think that fits nicely into your fantasies, I think that concept works well for me, given I am a lecturer, a

teacher

in a sense and also with the idea of this being time limited. As you say this is the beginning of your FuckDoll training. Your sexual education."

One of the few skills I have, in seduction I mean, is to keep the tone of my voice conversational and "normal" while talking about the most sexual subjects. I don't know why it works but it does.

She went quiet, her lips slightly parted. Was her breath a little shallower? Her pupils dilated? A spot of colour on her cheeks? Maybe. Maybe that was wishful thinking on my part.

"Do you have anything you want to ask me? I'm sure you must have loads of questions before you even consider agreeing to let me train you."

She nodded more vigorously than really needed.

"Can you tell me a little about what you have done like this in the past? Or Can you give me an idea of what the training will look like? Do you have like, I dunno, a curriculum?"

We shared a giggle at the idea of the National Curriculum for Fuck Toys, breaking the tension a little bit more.

I liked her a lot, she was cute and funny as well as sexy and vulnerable. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, a long sip of my cocktail for courage and began my pitch.

"No. There's no set playbook. It has to be specific to you, things that help you explore your slutty side and allow me control over you. And if you come across guys online who talk about their Slut Training course etc (and believe me, you will, I've been around the scene long enough ) then you should run a mile."

"For me this is about two people connecting on an emotional level as much as anything. Able to trust each other so much they know the other is not going to take advantage of the vulnerable position they are putting themselves in. And once we have that level of trust we can really explore our fantasies.

"I don't think I can really teach you submission. That has to be innate and you have to want to embrace it. But I certainly can give you an induction to kinky sex and provide a safe environment to explore your fantasies.

"I

can

give you an example of some of the things I would try with you, and we'd keep talking and see how they make you feel and adjust accordingly.

"Homework. For example I will most certainly get you to practice Edging. To play with yourself until you are on the "edge" of orgasm then stop, pull back, breathe, and start playing again. Some girls do it naturally and don't realise it's a "thing".

"Some don't discover it until late in life. Some don't like doing it by themselves but find doing it to someone else's instructions a huge turn on. Actually, I've found that's quite common, especially among girls with submissive leanings. And some girls just don't like it. Regardless of which of those you are, I want you to try it for me and we will discuss how it makes you feel.

"You've said you can come very quickly and feel unsatisfied? Edging will help with that however it's a powerful energy and it's not for everyone.

"As an extension of that I would like to take control of your orgasms, tell you when you can cum. First I will just tell you to take longer to cum when you play. If you normally cum in ten minutes then try to make it last twenty. Thirty. Forty five. Try and edge for an hour before you cum.

"We can message as you play and you can ask permission to cum, maybe try a countdown from 10, and tell you to cum on 0. That can be a lot of fun.

"Then I'll get you to play each morning but not cum, just get to the edge, try and stay there for a little while then stop. You're a smart girl, you get the idea. How far we go on that depends on you and how your body reacts. Longer term edging and denial can be very intense but is not for everyone."

I couldn't read the expression on her face but I knew she was paying attention.

"Do you want me to continue?"

She gave a tiny nod.

"OK I'll also buy you a fake cock to use for oral practice, something my size or a little larger. Make you used taking it as deep as you can in your throat. Not everyone can Deepthroat, it's just not physically possible for a lot of people. But I want to make you accustomed to getting drooly and messy and not worrying about looking ladylike or dignified. You cannot suck cock well and look dignified.

"I'll teach you to give amazing Head. I can send you some online stuff written by girls that's way better than anything I can come up with on specific techniques and how to relax and breathe. I'll make you a great little cocksucker. Trust me, your future husband would thank me."

She giggled, more out of nerves than anything. I was no better, I was so hard it was getting uncomfortable and had the feeling of walking a tightrope, trying to push her out of her comfort zone but not scare her away.

Do Not fuck this up.

"OK. Interesting." She tucked a long lock of dark brown hair behind her ear and for the first time I got the sense she was trying as hard to remain calm as I was. "So What do you look for in a "student", what qualities are best? And Do you have a 'type'?"

"Good questions. Qualities I look for in a student. Willing to learn, a flash of intelligence. Articulate enough to keep me interested. I'm not keen on brats and entitlement is a red flag. Of course you meet all my requirements.

"My ideal type is a girl who wants to explore her sexuality with submissive leanings and either Daddy issues or at least an attraction to older men. I am much more interested in your brain than your body shape. I know that isn't what you're asking but that is the truth. If pushed, I guess I have a slight preference for slim or petite brunettes but i'm much more interesting in what is going on upstairs"

"I'm not interested in a dumb bimbo, an airhead. I want a smart girl whose brain I can switch off. I want a feminist who will utterly submit to me. And I will treat you well if you decided to submit to me Kitten"

"You know already I will want to dress you up, choose your outfits for our playdates, tell you how I want your hair and make up. I think we have similar tastes, we both like feminine and girly looks, but you know me well enough already to realise a lot will be out of your comfort zone. But I guess that is kinda the point?"

She gave me her luminous 100 watt smile.

"I really like that Sir. I want to be a dress up doll. Sex Barbie. Nothing too extreme though please."

"Agreed, I prefer classy and sexy rather than cheap and trashy anyway. But that still leaves a lot of scope to have fun. And know there is one specific dress up that you are keen on. I think that would be a perfect start to your education."

She blushed and bowed her head so I moved the conversation on.

"I'm not rich, certainly not worth scamming, not that I think you are planning that. But have enough disposable income to cover expenses and treat you well."

She shook her head.

"I like the idea of being spoiled a little but I don't expect you to pay for everything. I'm not rich either, far from it, but the prick of a man I have to call my father thinks his offer of money means he doesn't need to bother with stuff like affection and can wipe out the fact he wasn't around much when I was growing up. I...."