The Student Ch. 01
Keywords: Student, 01, Ch., The,
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The lift stopped and Laura followed Martin as he made a left turn and went down a short set of steps. Here they stopped at a very old, solid oak door.
"Why do I need the support?"
"The program is aimed at providing new experiences and at challenging the way you live your life. One of these challenges will be for you to understand that sexuality can be expressed in many forms. There is, of course, the usual male and female version." Here he paused for effect, and then continued, "There is also, as you have seen, female and female."
"But!" She tried to interrupt.
"There is also male, female, and female."
"You mean that the mentor has sex with all in the group and the girls have sex with each other? And they all have sex with each other? You expect me to have sex with someone after 'it's' been in another woman? No way! Fucking impossible. No fucking way!" Laura blurted.
"Your choice of language is something that you will need to consider. It is most unbecoming and is not welcomed at all. Again, this is a change in your lifestyle, and the change will help you understand your life in terms of business, pleasure, and what you want from both. Is your life a contented one? Obviously not, otherwise you would not be here. As well as helping you understand your sexuality, the group will help you, as you will help them, to appreciate that there is, to quote the song, 'a fine line between pleasure and pain', a very fine line."
"What?"
With that, Martin opened the door and gently led Laura into the room. It was completely dark so Laura couldn't see and she was scared to move. The door slammed shut and caused her to jump. She was now completely enveloped in a total darkness, although she wasn't disorientated or unsure of the location of the door. Martin's firm, quiet voice came out of the blackness.
"In this room you will come to understand your true personality, your true self."
He took her left hand and she felt something being fixed to her wrist and held it in the air. The same process was applied to her right hand. Suddenly the lights went on and she saw herself in the mirror. She was bound in a frame with her hands firmly held above her head. Her legs were spread-eagled, leaving a clear path between them to the place where they met. She suddenly remembered that she had thrown her panties at Martin in frustration, so she was now standing, restrained, with her most private part exposed without any covering to hinder Martin's access. The vulnerability was strangely erotic and exciting in a fashion that Laura had never previously experienced.
"Let me go!" she screamed.
Martin simply ignored her and went to the wall to carefully examine the various items that were displayed.
"Man has devised so many tools to inflict pain and suffering, each slightly different, and each with its own special effect. Many who come to this room develop a deep fondness for one particular item, sometimes almost becoming obsessed with the exquisite joy of that particular pain."
Laura was almost jealous as she watched the 'almost love and affection' Martin demonstrated when he caressed each item singly and carefully. He selected a cat-o-nine tails from the rack and stood directly in front of Laura. Her eyes sprang wide open as she realised the implications of his selection of the whip.
"You are not going to fucking hit me with that you fucking bastard! Let me go, you cock-sucking piece of shit! I'll kill you if you touch me with that!" Lara screamed at the top of her lungs.
Martin ignored her comments as he unbuttoned her blouse to expose the white lace bra that barely contained her. As she continued with more threats and profanity, he took a pocket knife from his pants and showed her the shiny blade. Her tirade stopped but it left an overwhelming quiet in the room.
"No-one can hear you in this room as special sound proofing has been installed. Even if they could, all staff and guests are under strict instructions to ignore all sounds that come from this this location unless they include the emergency code word."
As he spoke with the knife in his left hand, with his right he placed the whip around Laura's neck, the handle section just below her lips. The contrast between her snowy white face, her delicious red lips and the black of the whip was striking. Martin took a moment to appreciate the contrasts before continuing.
"A few moments ago you were begging me to take you as a student, now you are threatening me."
As he spoke he transferred the knife to his right hand, closer to Laura. She never took her eyes from the long, thin blade.
"See, many students that attend this school don't have the patience any more. They don't think to understand the process and enjoy the experience. This is why I've handed the group management to younger heads."
While he was talking he placed the back of the blade on her stomach and brought it up under her bra, threatening to cut it free. As the metal touched her skin she shivered. There was fear in that shiver, but there was also something else - the same as she had felt when she was in the chair, only a little different this time. Martin arched the blade against her skin so that it made an impression on the white flesh between her tits and also threatened to cut the fragile band.
Finally she found her voice again.
"Please, that's a Bella Froma. It's very expensive. Please don't cut it."
"Kiss the whip."
It was a command that she couldn't refuse. With the blade maintaining pressure against her skin, Laura gently kissed the handle of the whip that Martin presented to her. The idea of kissing a whip, an object that inflicted pain, was insulting, yet there was that unmistakable fear and anxiety that started in her tummy but it was spreading to a tingle between her legs. It was the deep excitement of doing something incredibly wicked. The combination of fear, anxiety, and wickedness was seductive and enticing.
"Now open your mouth and take it inside and hold it there."
Laura opened her mouth as wide as possible and took the end of the handle and closed her mouth so that the entire whip was protruding from her mouth. The image was obscene beyond belief, but it was also highly stimulating and Laura suddenly discovered that she was incredibly wet.
Martin left her and disappeared from her line of vision. When he returned he had removed his shirt and trousers and replaced them with an open fronted leather robe. Laura now had a view of his hairy chest and well developed arms. He wore leather briefs that did little to disguise that he was, in fact, a full adult male.
"Give it back," he said.
She obediently opened her mouth and reluctantly released the whip. Martin resumed.
"I guess it is the lack of respect that I miss the most. People once gave credit that perhaps someone may know more, be more experienced. Now everyone else is wrong and only they are correct. Young people need to be around young people because they believe they are the only ones who know what is and what is not."
As he spoke he removed the knife from under the bra and closed it, returning it to his pants. He then released the bra straps and pushed the cups down to expose her tits, leaving the bra hanging obscenely around her waist. He lifted her skirt to around the same position, so it seemed that she had a bunch of clothing in the middle of her body, with her front and her lower section completely exposed and the jacket covering her shoulders and back. The skirt sat atop her pelvis as the beginning of the "V". It seemed to draw and concentrate attention on the tuft of hair that was cradled there.
Martin took the whip from around her neck and bunched the tails into one handful, gripping the end so they protruded from the back of his hand, about the width of a finger. These he moved over her boobs, barely touching the skin. Laura watched the movements of whip across her body with a fear that was unspeakable, yet there was an obscene fascination, like looking at a car accident. She was experiencing a sexual thrill unlike any before. He repeated this process over both mounds, occasionally slowing and increasing the pressure so that it became painful. Then the whip moved on.
"My demands are too high, and too strict. The people who come here, like you, are after a quick fix and never fully own the experience. It's all about fun and quick rewards -- never about the challenge and the experience."
While he was talking, Martin had moved to her side, bent down and moved the whip between her legs with one hand to her front and the other behind. He took hold of it with both hands and let the strands hang loose. Then, starting with her ankles, he moved the leather straps up the inside of one leg and then down the inside of the other. He repeated this with a different pressure each time. He then took two strands and placed two fingers of each hand between the strands, forming a type of leather cradle. Martin brought the cradle up between her legs so that it contacted the smooth, soft flesh at the top of her legs. The whip was held her for a short time and Laura wondered what he was going to do. No sooner had the thought been born than he moved the whip higher up her legs until it grabbed each side of her pussy and pushed the lips together. As he lifted higher and more of Laura's weight was being taken by the leather, the pressure intensified on her sex and she cried in pain. But it was not a normal pain, it was wicked, wanton and repulsive - a pure, hot lust.
"See! You are so wet that I can smell you. As I increase the pressure, so your desire increases."
At this point Laura was on her tip-toes, trying to relieve the upward pressure and still experience the exquisite pain that was between her legs.
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