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SirSTRYKER -> THE STUDENT CHAPT ONE by SIR STRYKER (11/29/2004 5:31:57 AM)
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THE STUDENT
She had received the letter from an unknown source. Oh actually she’d figured it was from one of the men she’d encountered recently. They were of “the lifestyle” as it was explained to her by a girlfriend. She remembers well her initial introduction…..
It was a Friday night. Darlene Shultz…27, a collage grad with a business major, working as a Junior VP at an uptown marking firm. She owned a two bedroom condo her parents sold her at half the value. Her two year old car was “given” to her by her grandparents who’d recently retired and moved south.
At the urging of her girlfriend Trish, Darlene had attended a party where she was assured by Trish that, “she could let her hair down and be herself.” Trish seemed to know better that anyone who Darlene was deep inside. She could almost read between the lines of Darlene’s “can do” “full speed ahead” attitude that took her to the top, deep down below the surface to the budding submissive. The very part of the girl just waiting to be plucked, as a ripe plum hanging on the tree.
The party was held at the house of a very wealthy couple. It was decorated with assorted items in a “supposed” BDSM theme. “Surely these people can’t be serious about all this jazz,” Darlene mused to herself. So little did she know just how serious “these people” actually were.
After mingling with seemingly “normal” people, dressed in everyday casual attire, Darlene sipped on the ample drinks. She noticed, without really noticing though, that she seemed to have more in common with those who showed the least aggression in their speech.
After what seemed like an hour or two, but was really nearly four, Darlene was quite comfortable and more than a little relaxed. She’d ventured up to the second floor. The staircase seemed to compel her steps. She’d long ago abandoned her shoes and could not remember where they were. Her blouse had unhooked its top three buttons and she didn’t seem to notice nor care about that.
Reaching the second floor with a fresh drink in her hand, she heard strange sounds coming from behind the second door she reached. Since it was closed nearly all the way, Darlene decided to just peek through the crack and check out what it was. What she saw both shocked her to the point of nearly dropping her drink, and also compelled her to continue staring in disbelief.
Inside the room was lined with heavy thick dark purple velvet drapes. It was lit only by candles. In the middle of the room was a padded saw horse with two handles in the middle of it. There was what looked like a leather covering over soft foam material. A woman had been laid naked over it. Her hands were cuffed and pulled underneath it and attached with chains to the cuffs on her ankles. Her head was in a rubber hood with only air holes in the mouth and nose area, leaving her long blonde hair to fall towards the floor.
Darlene gasped to herself when she saw the nakedness of the helpless woman bound so. As her eyes traveled down the back of the girl, Darlene could not remove them from the bright redness of the girls ass. It had been bruised and pummeled into a fresh pink color, yet the girl didn’t seem to be struggling or attempting to free herself from this situation at all. As Darlene kept her gaze she first heard the sound then saw the reaction of that ass.
“Whoosh, SLAP, Whoosh” was the sound then in a moment the bouncing of the well whipped ass cheek, followed by a muffled moan. Then just as quickly the sounds repeated themselves. It took Darlene a moment to associate in her mind what her ears and eyes where transmitting to her. Someone, somewhere blocked by the door, was using a bull whip on that poor girl. Darlene’s hand flew to her gaping mouth to mute the otherwise audible gasp from her throat.
Each time the tip of the whip landed she winched in shock and fear, then pity for the helpless girl. Yet with each taste of the lash a stirring began to grow in her own loins. Her feet were telling her to flee this “party” yet her heart was not telling that to her brain. Time stood still and something deep inside Darlene betrayed herself. She didn’t run. She couldn’t run. She had to watch. She was amazed at the resolve of the bound woman. She began to loose empathy for her and found herself wishing she was on that apparatus herself instead of that woman. These feelings were being confirmed by the moistness growing between her legs.
The more Darlene watched, the more she found that she wished it was her own ass being stung by the whip. She’d never thought of this sort of thing before. Her mind was wanting to go into uncharted waters. There was no point of reference for her to use as a guide. She’d never seen any sort of BDSM activity in her life. This was only a small part of it, but to her it was the opening of Pandora’s Box, as it were, to a potential constellation of pleasures…the limits of and boundaries too, she’d never dreamed possible. Her eyes could only focus on the beauty she found by staring at the bright color that ass displayed. Her mind could only focus on one fact, and a voice from somewhere deep inside her very being could only repeat one phrase; “I want that.”
As Darlene stood transfixed, two strong hands grasped and held her firm about her shoulders. She quickly froze. Startled, she attempted to turn her head to see who had caught her.
The hands tightened and stopped her from turning around. Those strong yet unseen fingers dug deeply into her shoulders. She dropped her drink. At the sound of the thud of the glass on the carpet outside the room, the unseen person behind it kicked and slammed the door shut in her face. It nearly hit her in the nose. Darlene was scared senseless, yet the helplessness of the situation soon lulled her into a sense of security. As she realized the helpless state she was in, somehow her body simply relaxed. Her mind seemed to soothe her into accepting her “captivity”. As she did, the fingers loosened their grip and began a gentle massaging motion where once pain had lingered.
With the shame of being caught snooping, and the guilt of her fixation with the whipping she’d witnessed, Darlene now felt she should, after all, submit to whatever punishment she’d earned. A calm relaxing overtook her. Her body sank back into the broad chest of her captor. Soon those strong soothing hands left her body altogether, yet somehow she instinctively knew not to turn around.
The next thing she felt was a soft blindfold being wrapped around her eyes and fastened behind her head. “This is it” she thought to herself, “I’ve begun this journey…” A mix of emotions now overtook her; fear and wonderment - helplessness and relief - good and evil - hate and joy….then release!
As the man led her down the hallway the carpet comforted her feet. She heard another door open and felt the contrast of the hallway carpet and the now hardwood floor she was standing on. It was cold and drafty in this room. She was lead to the middle of it and she felt the hard wooden chair that was pushed behind her knees. “Sit,” a voice from behind her commanded. She obeyed. Suddenly the blindfold was removed. Her eyes could not seem to adjust to the bright spotlights aimed at her face.
Darlene sensed she was in the middle of a circle of men. She was not bound or shackled in anyway. No thoughts of escaping were present in her mind. She needed to see this thing through. She gave no thought to the fact her blouse was yet half opened. Her heaving breasts were showing ample cleavage. It wasn’t until she focused on the coolness of the room and felt the hardening of her nipples that she felt ashamed. Her hands flew to the buttons of her blouse only to be met with a man’s firm grip at her wrist.
“No, no, little one, We want to see you,” He said. She allowed His hand to gently guide hers back to her lap.
“Sit up straight” another voice offered. She complied.
“Chest out girl,” said yet another voice. She jutted her breasts out proudly.
“You like to watch, girl?” a man behind a mask asked. More shyly now she nodded.
“The answer is Yes Sir or No Sir girl, got it?” came a commanding voice from across the room from someone she could not see.
“Yes, Sir,” Darlene heard herself answer, surprised at her own confession.
“You’ve dreamed of it haven’t you, girl?”
“I have, Sir,” she whispered.
“It’s too soon,” quipped an unseen voice. “She hasn’t learned, nor has she been taught properly. It’s too soon,” he objected.
A hush followed by a sudden buzz of whispering followed. It was as if the men were in a huddle and Darlene was the opposing defensive football team. She could hear muffled talking and knew that some trick play was about to unfold. Yet patiently she sat under the scrutiny of these men and the heat of those damn spotlights….waiting. Then the shuffling of shoes on the hardwood floor surrounded her once again. A male voice broke through to her ears.
“Show Us your resolve, little one,” it cooed, “and slowly finish releasing those breasts from the confinement of your blouse.”
A blush reddened her soft cheeks as Darlene drew in a deep breath, then began to follow her instructions. She felt as if she were opening a wonderful gift for a group of school children at some sort of birthday party. The feeling of strange unknown men actually wanting to see her breasts gave her an odd sense of power over them all. After opening the remaining buttons she even went as far as to pull the blouse free of her skirt.
“Remove it and the bra now girl,” came the gruff dissenting voice that seemingly objected to her being there from before. Quickly Darlene became nude from her waist up. Her nipples were hard and showed what her pussy was experiencing already. Her breathing quickened and so did her pulse. She wanted to smile hoping to gain some approval, yet thought better of it.
“Now stand and remove your skirt and panties then return to the proper seated position little one,” someone suggested. A grace of motion overtook her as she stripped. She could hear many of them gasp at her fine figure and pristine nakedness. There was a patch of wetness from between her legs that shone under the spotlights which didn’t go unnoticed by them either. The shuffling of feet was heard once again as those in the rear came around for a better look. Instinctively her legs spread, again hoping for their approval.
Darlene hoped the pain would not be too great. She hoped she could please the entire room with her womanly charms. She wondered to herself if any of these men had cocks too large for her. She thought about how she wished has learned to suck men off like Trish bragged about being able to do. She wondered if they thought her breasts too big, or too small. She hoped they would go easy at first. A flurry of thoughts passed through her mind in a matter of moments. More questions than answers. And then she noticed the stone cold silence all about her. Had they all left? Were any of them still there? Could they all have decidedly rejected her? Then the lights suddenly all went out! She was sitting now in total darkness, completely alone. Darlene froze.
The sound of a door opening behind her startled her. She heard a single set of footsteps moving slowly toward her chair. Then a voice softly spoke saying,
“It has been decided to accept you. In a few days you will receive a letter in the mail. Open it and read it carefully. It will explain all you are required to do if you truly wish to explore and develop the feelings We assume you are experiencing tonight. You may not fully understand them, that is to be expected. We shall be well pleased to explain them to you and allow you to test them, experience them, grow into and beyond them to a level that fits you best. We can’t teach you what you don’t truly want to learn. That is why We have concealed Ourselves with the lights. It could be that you decide not to become further involved and that is a risk We choose not to take. However, if the courage and desire you seemingly have displayed this night is any indication perhaps together you and We shall both learn to enrich O/our beings. In any event, little one, the choice and the opportunity to explore the dark reaches of yourself is yours for the grasping. We know where We stand. It’s up to you to once again give in to your deepest desires and accept to become the student. Accept the letter and follow it’s directions exactly or simply discard it and remain in your life as you know it now, there will be no further involvement with Us unless you choose it to be so. Oh yes, one word of warning, girl. Once I leave this room, remain seated as you are for a full ten minutes, then dress and quickly return back downstairs. It would not be wise to venture further down the hallway nor enter any other rooms in this house at this time, understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” Darlene answered as a single tear streamed down her cheek.
During those moments in silence, she’d already made her decision, and today she was about to gladly read that long awaited letter. Her compliance was already assured.
The End of part One
You have just been struck by
Sir Stryker
Written by SIR STRYKER
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