The School for Sex. A story.

Especially the next to last paragraph. I'm already wondering where this is going.

I really hope you get the job and you will carry on posting about it, with they had a place for me.

lm,

I like this very very much....please continue!

Would you believe, I don't have any idea where it's going either. It just came into my head and I wrote it. So I'll be as interested as you to see where it goes.

Also: I welcome others if they want to add their own tangents to the story. Presumably, such a school would have courses in fellatio as well. Wouldn't you think so, qlight?

*lm*

Hi lm,

I too hope you continue. You've got an amazing set up.

I find stories that include the point of view of the protagonist as well as the experiences of the other characters very hot. It allows the reader to stay with each experience in a prolonged way, hearing each character's experience of witnessing and reacting to the action. I'm curious what the interviewer's assessment of this new recruit might be; is she turned on by her? What enjoyment does she get out of her job?

Look forward to more.
sfbutchswitch

Dear Diary,

What a joke. Diaries are for kids and I'm no kid, but there's no one I can talk to about this and I need some kind of outlet or I'll go crazy. So I'm keeping this journal.

The teacher from the school, Ms. Simon called and offered me the job. I could hardly turn it down even if the pay had been miserable, but it was pretty good pay for these days. And I get to lie down on the job. Ha!

I've finished my first day and I can see why they can't keep the positions filled. Let me describe what happened.

Classes start at 8 am. I get there at 7:30 change into a robe and meet the other aids over a quick coffee. The classroom is warm enough, thank god. Classes are small, no more than eight students. Mostly men, a few women. They sit in chairs arranged around my "throne." It's sort of a glorified dentist chair but with split leg rests. One of the other aids told me it's actually some kind of modern birthing chair. Ms. Simon asked me if I wanted to use the straps, but I thought that was nuts. Now I understand why they are there.

Ms. Simon is ok, but she's all business. Class starts on the dot and she clicks around the floor in her high heel pumps tapping her pointer stick in her hand. The students are all eyes. I close mine so I don't have to see their faces. It's a little embarrassing to be so exposed. She explains about all the female anatomy and uses her pointer on me to show them what's what. Sometimes she uses her hands - to spread my labia or pull back the hood of my clit. That's quite a tease all by itself, let me tell you! She's not trying to tease. At least I don't think she is. It's like she isn't even aware I'm a person. My feelings are entirely beside the point. I think that's part of what gets me going. I never know when I'm going to be touched or when it's going to stop and it has nothing to do with my wishes or responses. I'm just supposed to lie still and not make the lesson difficult. She's not above giving me a quick, sharp slap to the inner thigh with that pointer of hers if I wiggle too much.

After the lecture, comes the demonstration. The class gathers around and she shows the techniques. Once again it's a big fat tease. She's constantly starting and then stopping to explain something or answer a question. She's good. Really seriously fucking good. But she never does anything long enough for me to get anywhere. I could just scream every time she stops! By the end of the first morning, my thighs were striped from that stick of hers. I've learned not to wiggle. Most of the time.

The last part of the class is lab. Each student gets to practice the day's lesson. That's a mixed bag. Some of them are pretty good, some are kind of clumsy. Ms. Simon keeps an eagle eye on them, correcting their form and also making sure they don't accidentally hurt me. For which I am definitely grateful. Eventually it was 8:50 and the bell rang. Ten minutes to gather my wits, grab a quick snack and a pee break and it's back in the chair.

I made it through to lunch time without any "accidents" but I was a wreck. I'm used to cumming when I want, as often as I want and on my own terms. This is a serious mindfuck. I couldn't eat. My legs were shaking. I stumbled to the bathroom and shut myself in a stall and brought myself to a shuddering climax. There'd be time to recover before the next class. Once I caught my breath I was able to force down a sandwich and prepare myself for the afternoon.

I made a huge mistake in the one o'clock class. Huge. I understand Ms. Simon's advice now. Holy shit, do I. I was starting to get complacent and a little cocky. I could do this job. No sweat. But then there's this guy in the one o'clock. I don't know what it is. He's not like a hunk or anything. Nice looking, reasonably fit, brown hair, brown eyes. But he looked me in the eye. Hardly any of them dare look at me above the navel. I felt a rush of warmth for the first time and well, when he touched me I came. I just lost it entirely. I don't know how long it was before I became aware of Ms. Simon holding me by the hair and scolding me in that quiet but implacable way she has. She coldly informed me that if I could not control myself she would or I could leave now. Is that what I wanted? I shook my head. She quickly and efficiently strapped me onto the table. I couldn't do more than wiggle my fingers and toes. Then she calmly informed the class that the lessons were to continue as normal.

I don't know how I survived. It went on and on endlessly. I couldn't see the clock strapped down so I had no idea when class would end. I came and came and came and yet those eager tongues never stopped. Sweat streamed down my chest and dripped from my nose. Once it starts, it won't stop unless I get a decent amount of time to rest. I never got it. If I'm still alive in the morning, I swear to god, I will do whatever I can to keep that from happening again. I will not cum. I'll be strong and resist the urge. I can do this.

I just can't get the thought out of my head though, that this is the start of the term. The students are bound to get better as they learn. Right?

*lm*

A wonderful update to your diary, I am thinking of enrolling next term!

Professor Ling was no longer young but she was still a beautiful woman, tall, straight in her red silk cheongsam, only a few strands of gray in the jet-black chignon at the nape of her neck. She stood calm and still before the class. The young women couldn't hide their curiosity about what lay behind the curtain that hung where professor Ling's desk had stood the day before. Up until now, there had been nothing but lectures and diagrams. Today was a full day class instead of the usual one hour.

"You have been attentive students," she said, "and have done well on your written tests. But now it is time for hands on practice."

She pulled aside the curtain. Behind it stood a magnificent young man. He was tall, well-muscled and completely naked. His body was supported snugly but comfortably in a metal framework that held his arms out and feet apart. There were bands of metal around his waist and thighs to support him and another around his forehead, so he couldn't look around.

"This is Alexander. He has agreed to assist the class in your practice and final exams. Are you feeling well, Alexander?"

Alexander tried to nod, but couldn't. "Yes, Ma'am."

"Very well." She turned a cool eye to the girls who were staring agog at Alexander. His large penis began to swell under their gaze. "You have all studied the Thousand and One Caresses. Now I will demonstrate. Watch closely. You will be held accountable for these skills."

She turned her attention to Alexander but continued making comments to the class. Long scarlet nails tipped her pale, elegant hands. She began the formal movements of the ancient art of the Thousand and One Caresses. Alexander moaned softly under her expert hands as his arousal increased.

"Any common slut can make a man climax," she said to the girls. "There is no artistry in that. The art and skill and ultimate joy come from sensing his limits and feeling where the edge is. It requires finesse, concentration and keen observation. Only when you learn to keep a man on the edge indefinitely, can you bring him release at the proper time."

Alexander was moaning under her expert touch. His cock was fully "As you can see, he is very close. But through the arts you are learning you can control the level of his arousal however you like." With a few more caresses, his cock dipped lower, losing its straining stiffness. "It is as important to know how to back away from the edge as it is to near it. Please come closer so that you can see."

The girls lost no time scooting out of their seats and gathering closely around Professor Ling and Alexander. She moved into the more advanced segments of the Caresses. Alexander gasped and his cock jumped suddenly back to attention, arching. They could see his heartbeat in the veins in its shaft as she drew ancient Chinese characters on the slick purple head with one red-tipped nail.

The minutes ticked by. Alexander struggled and moaned in his shackles. He dripped and twitched. He begged and strained. But he did not cum.

Professor Ling finished the last Caress and turned to the class.

"Of course, when you return to your masters, you will not leave them unsatisfied. The skills you learn here will make it possible for you to bring your masters more exquisite orgasms and will greatly enhance your value. But since we only have Alexander and much practice to do this week, we do not have time to wait through many refractory periods.

"For the final exam Friday, you must complete the Thousand and One Caresses without allowing release to demonstrate your skill. If an orgasm occurs, you will not pass the class. Do you understand?"

The girls all nodded solemnly. Each one was very eager to pass.

"Very well. If there are no further questions, you have from now until Friday to practice. Good luck, students."



*lm*

*sweat*
Do, please continue.
*tremble*

Little moon TY for that story - I'm still reeling in the afterglow. That is my favourite fantasy - tightly tied and denied in a room full of (naturally) beautiful women eager to learn all the tricks of denial. I've often had partners open to playing bondage and denial games - top and bottom (and sometimes alternating) - but never one who was prepared to take it public (or introduce a third party to the scene).
This scene was so hot. I have two twists in the similar stories I fantasise about. One is that each girl gets a card symbolizing a specific implement or technique (e.g. ice cubes, feather, blindfold) to employ. A second twist is that there is a forfeit - if a girl does take the guy over the edge she becomes the victim - subject to a long period of tease and denial or multiple forced orgasms - at the guys discretion.
I'm going to have a wonderful sleepless night after reading this.
xx

Damn, I love it when it works! I also love the idea of the forfeit. I'd be willing!

Welcome to the site, too. I enjoyed reading your introduction. Keep checking the chat room. Sometimes people are actually there.

Thanks for the kind words about my story!

*lm*

You said

I also love the idea of the forfeit. I'd be willing!

you would probably push Alexander over the edge on purpose!

Glad you liked the intro - and yes I did meet a fellow edger in the chatroom yesterday .

I sthere a facility here for writing chain stories??

I more than welcome other people's additions to my own stories. If you'd like to add a chapter, please do so right here. Reynard added a chapter to one of my other stories here and I thought it was great. qlight also wrote one of my stories from a different POV, though he did it in a new post rather than as a reply. I'd love to read what you write and I'm sure I'm not the only one.

*lm*

While I fantasise strongly about the submissive part - I find it hard to write them - because the best bit about being submissive (and bound) is the surprise - where is the next touch coming from? How long will she keep that one finger right there? Etc. But I would gladly right the forfeit part should you choose to fail the test!!

I failed the test and let him cum. My bad! Whatever will happen next?

*lm*

Alexander had enjoyed the teasing- seven students had worked him mercilessly for twenty minutes each - not only denying him but also trying win honours by being the one who made him beg the loudest and writhe most violently against his restraints. The seventh, Litle Moon had just pushed him too far, right over the edge and by the look on his face he wondered if she had done it on purpose. He enjoyed that too but most he enjoyed the knowledge that he would be able to choreograph the forfeit.
Professor Ling looked at the other girls - "OK let Alexander down from his rack - it will take a while for him to recover from Little Moon's failure". She then looked at Little Moon. "You took him over the edge and have ruined our training programme for the day. You can either sign off the programme today or you can accept a forfeit". Moon didn't want to lose her place on this programme - but she didn't know what the forfeit would be either. She asked.
Prof Ling smiled "we haven't worked out the details yet - it depends if we think that you did that on purpose or made an error of judgement. Alexandar and I will be the judge of that and what your forfeit should be. Normally a girl who fails on purpose is subject to an extended period of bound forced orgasms - one fails by mistake has to live through a extended period of orgasm denial. AS you know these girls are quite advanced in their training. Either way it begins by you taking his place on that rack. I suggest you strip and let the other girls buckle you down. Whatever forfeit we decide it will be one that will arouse Alexander so we can continue with the exams after lunch. You better hope he is not too twisted".
Alexender would have given a lot to know what was going through Little Moon's mind as she stripped - excitement or fear. He could see both in her eyes but also admired her shapely body and realised how much he was going to enjoy directing this scene and seeing her body thrash against the restraints that had so recently held him firm. Little Moon finishing undressing and the other women moved her towards the frame. She looked at the two discussing her fate with a mixture of fear and defiance. Alexander watched as she was stretched out on the frame- her arms and legs being stretched taut and anticipated making her limbs and body writhe in what - frustration - or orgasm overload. Though he hadn't yet decided he felt himself already start to harden with anticipation and noticed Little moon's nipples were doing the same.
One of the girls came over to the couple and said she's ready. Professor Ling handed her blindfold and told her to add the finishing touch.

Hey little moon - I should confess that I had a wank fest after reading this story. I cancelled all appointments for the weekend, had about nine orgasms in 60 hours and scripted about four new movies / stories (in my head) - one of which I shared. But one has to live in the real world too and I see the traffic on the site is not so frequent
Porn as substitute for real life or as a way of enhancing your actual life? Sometimes it's a difficult line to walk

Wow, Ripple. I guess I pushed your on button with this story!

I will certainly write more episodes, probably peeking into other classrooms and maybe even into the teachers lounge.

I hope you'll continue the payback story and I can't wait to read your other additions.

*lm*

The director opened his office door and welcomed in the two women.

"Professor Ling, Professor Simon, thank you both so much for coming today. Please," He gestured towards two neat leather chairs in front of his large desk, "have a seat. Can I have John get you some coffee?"

The women demurred and seated themselves in the chairs. The director walked around the desk, sat and toyed with a pen for a moment before speaking.

"Ladies, as you know I've been with the school for a long time. Nearly thirty years! First as an assistant, then as a teacher and finally as director for the past sixteen years. It's been rewarding, but it's time for me to retire.

Of course, one of my tasks in preparation for leaving is to help select my replacement. My preference is to pick someone from within the ranks of the current staff, since that was how I was picked and because I believe that someone from the outside would not fully understand the dynamics and subtleties of this institution.

I have been watching the work of all the staff carefully for the past few months and have narrowed the field to you two. You've both done excellent work and the feedback from your students masters and mistresses has been uniformly outstanding.

However the Board of Directors has decided that the final decision is to be made by a test. A competition, if you will. The Board meets next Thursday for an extended session devoted to this important milestone. Let me describe how it will go and I will have others take your classes this week so you can prepare.

You will each pick an assistant. It can be one of your current assistants or one of your students. We'd prefer you keep it within the school community. You may restrain your assistant in any way you choose and use any tools you want, though part of your rating will depend on style.

The test will last an unknown amount of time not less than five minutes and not more than three hours. At some point during that interval, a bell will ring. When the bell rings you have five seconds to bring your assistant to orgasm.

As you can see, this will be a true test of your skills - to keep your assistant absolutely ready to climax at any second for possibly up to three hours - without allowing climax before that point - will require every ounce of your effort, attention and experience. The one with that much control will be very well suited to control the intricacies of the school as the new Director.

If your assistant climaxes before the bell rings, the contest is over. If the bell rings and neither assistant climaxes within the prescribed five seconds, there will be a one hour recess and the contest will begin again from the start.

Do you have any questions?"

The two women were already mentally making their selections and plans. Both had long coveted the Director's position and were determined to win.

"No, it's perfectly clear, Director. Thank you so much for this opportunity," said Ms. Simon, rising from her chair and shaking his hand.

"Thank you, professor Simon. It has been a great pleasure working with you. If you will excuse me now, I have much to prepare!"

Professor Ling also rose and gave the director a small, formal bow, "Thank you also, Director. I am very much looking forward to meeting this challenge next Thursday."

"Of course," said the Director, "I wish you both well. I will be on the judging panel along with the rest of the Board. See you next Thursday!"


*lm*

Fantastic! I'm signing t up to be one of the assistants. You might think I would want to be the one controlling her but frankly I think I want to watch.

Alternatively, I might move this little scenario to a different context--I'll put that in my own blog so as not to hijack.

As someone that doesn't really get into fantasy stories, usually, I'm enjoying this one. Nice writing, and nice, devious ideas!

I'm now going to go edge to the fantasy of being the assistant strapped down here.
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Jester, a fool trapped in the body of a genius.