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Hetero Female Submissive, 44,  Pomona, California
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Hi Everyone! Born in 1977. Live in Southern California. Love to attend Dungeons and other BDSM events and socials!  Not currently seeking a relationship but i do like to play with Dominants and Tops at some of the Dungeons around Los Angeles.  i love floggers, riding crop, bondage, sensory deprivation.  Not currently looking for sex, sexual relationship, or private sessions like at a home or hotel.

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 pomonagirl

 Submissive Female

 Pomona 

 California

 5' 5"

 44

 Hetero

 Caucasian

 12/11/21

 01/24/22

Actively Seeking:

Dominant Male

Friends Only

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 Blindfolds

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 Cane / Crop Discipline

 Collars

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Journal Entries:
1/18/2022 8:10:49 PM

Every Dominant that you meet, talk with, or develop a relationship will be really different.

They will all have vastly different rules, expectations, communication skills, play styles, levels of commitment and levels of availability.

If a Dominant is telling you things that don't appeal to you, you don't have to enter into a play scene (either online or in person) or a relationship with him.

Some Dominants will say... "I know what is best for you..." and yeah, hearing that when you are new is incredibly hot. But nine times out of ten it is not true...

Only YOU know what is best for you.


When i was new to this lifestyle, my first real exposure to it was through signing up on fetlife. i only had the vaguest notions of BDSM (mostly through reading erotica and a few online chatrooms).

i allowed myself to be treated poorly, with disregard and disrespect, because i was naïve enough to think that any person with the title "Dominant" was a good person to give my trust and vulnerability to.

i allowed my eagerness and naivete to cloud my judgement and i found myself in some not-so-great situations.

i allowed my longing to be able to trust someone to override seeing red flags and problematic behavior.


It's only natural and it happens a lot...a lot of us "newbies" have been longing for this type of thing our whole lives. The extreme sensations that masochism, bondage, fetishism provides. Or the intoxicating rush of Power Exchange.

Stepping into this strange, exotic world...it's powerful. Hypnotic. i felt as if i was in a foreign country, not knowing the language or customs.

And like being a visitor in a foreign country, i stuck out like a sore thumb...the words "easy mark" emblazoned upon my head like neon.

Even though my judgement was clouded, there were times in which a Dominant approached me with such extreme propositions that i could not overlook the red flags of his behavior...when i would say "no", or draw back from him, or ask to talk about it...

i'd invariably get called a "fake sub" or "not real".

And in my naivete and ingrained need to please...hearing these things was hurtful. Sometimes i could hold my ground, cease communication with him and move on. But it was always a rattling and hurtful experience. i began to second guess myself and feel bad about myself.


What i didn't realize was that the next man to have the title "Dominant" would be totally different. And that eventually, i would meet one (then, others) whose ideas, personality and practices did resonate with my own.


1/18/2022 8:09:56 PM

a few words of advice to newbie submissives Pt 2

**If anyone reading this is new or with a little experience under their belt, please remember:**

 

Just because something is "correct" BDSM for one person--does not mean it is "correct" for you. 

 

Don't feel like you have to put up with/accept things you do not like/can not tolerate/seem like red flags just because the Dominant wants things that way. 

 

It's not so much that you are not a "real sub", or that he is not a "real Dom". It's just that he is not the right Dom for you at this part of your journey.

 

Someday, down the line as you progress in this world of BDSM, some things that seem completely crazy and over the top for you now might become some of your favored activities...but a Dominant who is right for you will be able to meet you where you are and work with you at your level. 

 

Of course any Dominant worth his salt will push you...but to "force", coerce, manipulate, or to throw you into a situation that you are not ready for is not a good pattern of behavior.

 

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i wish i had had more realistic notions going into this...but i am grateful that i eventually saw the damage that was happening to my body and psyche, and was able to stop what i was doing and reassess my approach to being a part of this incredible world.

 

If your experiences in BDSM are causing you harm...causing you to feel bad about yourself...causing you to second guess your instincts or what you think is good and positive for your health (mental or physical)...

 

PLEASE reach out to other submissives or people that you consider real friends (i mean real friends as in a person that does not want to get into your pants). 

 

Asking Dominants or Mentors is good too, but a fellow submissive with some experience will be more likely to tell you the real deal.

 

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written, as always, from my own perspective and experience.

 

take care of each other and seek to gain knowledge from people that you trust. work on getting a wide range of perspectives from different types of kinksters and above all, listen to your own instincts.


1/15/2022 12:36:59 PM
Sir, please whip my pussy

"I know, I'm using you hard tonight, little one" He says, His voice serious, yet not without a slight trace of empathy. From my kneeling position on the hardwood floor, i look up into His face. His handsome, chiseled features calm, yet stern in the half light of the big, sparse loft. i say nothing, i don't have to. my eyes say it all. i take this brief moment of respite to breathe, and relax.

As He takes a step back i try to keep myself in this relaxed, composed state. My vision filled with Him; lean, muscled silhouette, belt looped and gripped tightly in one hand.

The instant before the next set of lashes rains down on my breasts, it hits me, how gently Master has treated me, in previous sessions. How much He held back, giving me just a small dose of the pain, sensation and intensity that now threatens to devour my mind and spirit. In this gentle, restrained way, He has built me up, preparing me, testing me...in this instant i realize, what i thought were symphonies, were merely preludes...

i breathe deep and lower my gaze as He takes a step forward, belt arching through empty space, only to land with a mighty "CRACK" on the reddening flesh of my exposed breasts.

Over and over again the belt falls. Master pausing only to change position, or when He sees my composure start to crack and panic setting in. "Breathe, little one", or "Kiss the belt"...His voice, the commands, the actions, grounding me.

"Can you get up on your own?" i smile, and test myself. i'm kneeling on the big pillow in the middle of the hardwood floor, wrists bound behind my back. i struggle a bit and Master extends His hand, gripping my arm, helping me up.

"Lay down on the bed and spread your legs." Wordlessly, i obey. Scooting up on the black bedspread, i lay down on my back, spreading my legs wide. Feet propped on the edge of the mattress, exposed to Him. Once settled in to the pose, i feel the belt. It slides across my belly, slowly, down. i try to breathe, and keep calm. Sir knows my limit, surely He will not... the thought is broken by His movement. Rearing up, poised to strike. This time, not my ass, legs or breasts. The belt falls, once, twice, on my exposed pussy. i try to keep still but i am shaking, my legs closing, as if of their own volition. i try to regain composure and still my quivering body. More blows, i don't want to disappoint Him..., repeating like a mantra through the mounting panic in my mind. i can't, and in a pause between strikes i speak up.

"Sir, please, i am so scared."

Master pauses, studying me thoughtfully. "What are you scared of? The pain?"

i think for a moment before responding. "Y-yes Sir, the pain, i am so scared to be struck or whipped there."

"But you love the pain."

"S-sometimes, Sir, i do."

"You love the pain." Sir repeats.

"Y-yes Sir, mostly i do..."

"You love the pain." Repeated once more, with a finality that i can't help but understand.

"Y-yes Sir, i love the pain" my voice small, trembling.

"Little one, i may hurt you, but i will never harm you.

"Now repeat after me:

"Sir M--, please whip my pussy."

The import of this moment hits me like a ton of bricks. For one dizzying moment, i am high on a wire like an aerial artist. Balanced, but just. But action is needed, Master is waiting. From the wire, suspended over nothing, suddenly, everything tips: my need to please Him overrides the fear that has been triggered inside me; my trust in Him supersedes my base instinct to call red, to run, to shield myself from the panic, pain and tears.

Everything tips and i fall helter skelter as i hear myself say, quietly, clearly,

"Sir M--, please whip my pussy."

With His deep tiger's growl of approval He falls on me, full of passion, desire, lust. His lips meet mine as His hand finds my pussy, rubbing my wet, engorged clit with a fervor and skill that makes me melt. The tension of the previous moment gone; replaced by pleasure, and i before i sink farther into the bliss of it all my mind registers the lesson Master has deemed fit to teach me tonight.

In the days and weeks that follow, i will think back on this lesson. But for now, i allow myself to be possessed, by this man that i call Master. Bending to His will and His desire with perfect trust; my one desire to submit and serve Him fully...


1/14/2022 2:55:50 AM
at His feet

"may I confess, Sir MJ, how I long to once again sit at your feet..."

"Your desire to serve pleases me, little one. I will be in Pomona this evening. If you are free, you may indeed come sit at my feet."


and now i am here, in the 2nd story loft space...His space. He has finished His work for the night--His pleasure at my presence this evening is evident in His voice and actions. To be near Him--is both humbling and bolstering to my spirit.

Sir takes His seat on the low couch, black fabric against black clothing. He places a large pillow on the hardwood floor, between His legs.

"You may take your place, little one."

Eyes wide, cheeks flushed, i sink to my knees. Sir diraspects me to remove His boots. i do so, humbly.

Sir tells me to close my eyes and keep still. On the count of three, a light slap on my cheek. I open my eyes and gaze up at Him.

"Good girl" he sighs.


Now, it is time.

Sir guides me to adopt a comfortable position on the pillow on the floor between His legs. i arrange my legs, covered in lace stockings, and twist my body so that i am pressed against His denim-clad leg. Slowly and with intent, i lower my head and upper body to rest upon His lap.

"Yes, you may touch me, little one", His answer to my silent, questing fingers. "This is exactly where you wanted to be tonight. Relax, little one. Just be."

my eyes spring with a film of tears; i am glad to be faced away from Him. He knows, anyway. He must feel it in the way my body freezes--then relaxes--deeper into Him.

"I can ascertain your moods, little one, because I pay attention to you."


i settle myself slowly, in degrees, letting myself become small, and vulnerable.

There are many layers to go through but Sir is patient. The dark room is quiet and peaceful, and as His hand starts to caress and stroke my hair, i am almost overcome again;

to feel this fierce tenderness in His touch...to be safe and secure, here in my place, at the feet of my Master.

written by pomonagirl, 2018


1/13/2022 1:36:35 PM

"A Masochist/Service Sub Version of Massage Exchange" 

 

There's so much that i miss about my time with Him. 

Having a desire to serve someone i admire and care about, along with my entrenched masochistic tendencies, i really miss what i came to see as our version of "massage exchange". 

Typically our sessions would begin with Him instructing me to remove His boots, then to massage whatever part of His body that was hurting. 

His hands and arms was typical, or His back, shoulders, neck. i always enjoyed this time. Being able to make Him feel a little better, at least for a short while. i really loved His clear, consise direction (somehow, being told exactly where to touch was empowering, not limiting). i always put my best effort in to it and try to remember what made Him smile or melt. 

After serving Him in this way, what happened next would vary---but there would always be a portion where i got my massage---at the receiving end of a flogger, crop or cane (sometimes all three, if i was lucky!). 

i think the day that this concept of "masochist massage exchange" hit me was a day when i was on my period and still going through some cramps and lower back pain. 

He would never cancel on me if it was "that time of the month"---simply work around it. As for myself; i knew i was in good hands and never gave it a second thought. 

So, this time in particular, when we began the session i was feeling tense and sore. myy flow was minimal but still the cramps and body aches lingered. i don't recall everything that happened during this session but i DO remember how i felt afterward, when He announced that the aftercare portion of the scene had begun, and i began to relax in to His arms. 

For the first time in days, i felt warm, relaxed, and pain-free. 

"Thank You, Sir MJ...You whacked the cramps right out of me!" i purred.

 

Best massage i ever got and i think He enjoyed it, too. 


1/6/2022 11:25:58 AM

"I thoroughly enjoyed the time today, though I used but one toy."

Reading His text, I close my eyes and smile, letting the images flash through my head. The toy...the long, thin crop/cane...how He applied it, in ways I had never before experienced. The breath and depth of sensation He can give...

I exhale, relishing the memory. But then something else pops into my head and my brow furrows. "Sir, I hate to disagree, but wasn't Your Belt Toy #2? And I thought I counted as a Toy as well Sir..."

His Belt...I squirm a bit in my seat as I recall the sting and crack of it against my exposed buttocks. The width, thickness, roughness of it as it encircled my throat.

"More an of opportunity, the belt."

"And you are the canvas upon which I paint my dark desires..."

Another Lesson from Sir...my cheeks redden with lust and I feel my panties suddenly wet once more....

For Sir MJ, with gratitude and humility


1/4/2022 1:11:19 PM
a sketch of my submission and how i view my differening roles within it

bottom--i can, and enjoy, bottoming for scenes. scenes where i am being submissive, but there is no deep level of "power exchange" going on. these scenes are nice because it allows me a safe outlet to sort of "scratch an itch". to be spanked, or flogged, or tied up, is something that i need from time to time. i respect the Top, of course, as i hope He respects me. but, His control of me, or the situation, reaches no further than the time limit of the play, and the boundaries that have been pre-negotiated within it.

for this to happen, i need to be completely at ease with the Top that i am negotiating the play with. even if we are not to engage in any sort of relationship or even communication beyond this scene...i am aware. of His words, and His actions. how He looks at me, how He carries Himself. if even one thing seems off---the scene is a no-go. because, if I can't fully be at ease with him sitting across from each other and talking, how on earth can I be at ease with him bound or otherwise at His mercy?

submissive--when all the good things come together: the Kink, the play, the chemistry, the sex, the friendship, communication and mutual respect, i find myself feeling quite submissive towards the Dominant. whenever W/we speak, there is some level of etiquette or protocol. when W/we have a scene, there is power exchange going on. even though i may feel submissive towards a Dominant from the moment (or close enough) we begin to talk...this submission will grow, naturally, over time and consistency. in this sort of relationship or dynamic, i feel the power exchange not only when W/we are in a scene. but whenever W/we communicate, or are in each others' presence. given enough time and cultivation, i feel it in every decision that i make; in every waking (and sometimes, sleeping) thought it is there. He is there: His Dominance and good influence upon me permeates my every thought and action.

for this to happen, all those good things have to be there, as well as His (and my) consistency. He needs to understand the submissive mind and needs and know how to cultivate it, just as I need to understand the needs of His masculine and Dominant self, and cater to them. He needs to have shown me, over time and his actions, that He truly does want the best for me. "I may hurt you, but I will never harm you." i have to believe that to my core.

slave--now this is a concept that i had not heard of prior to signing up here on fetlife. it is something that at first, i could not even gr or fathom. but now, almost 3 years later, i feel like i understand it more. even though i have never had the honor to be "slave" to a Master, i have begun to feel the stirrings of it in my heart. like submission, this is something that can only be brought about within myself, with time, patience, and building upon all those good things that bring about the first levels of power exchange. since i have never fully experienced it, i do not know how, exactly, this role would play out. but i imagine that it would be well-rounded, catered to and cultivated for His, and my, needs (yes, i said, it, my needs; one of which is to be in service to a Man that is a Master and who needs me as much as i need Him).

for this to happen, i need to trust Him, implicitly. not only His honesty, integrity and skill, but also His overall style...His goals, His aesthetic in both BDSM and vanilla life. if this is a Man--a Master--that i choose to give so much of my life in service of, i must be sure in all areas that He is worthy of such.

this is something i hope to feel again, someday, with a Dominant Master that can, and will, reciprocate it. to be a slave--to be owned--my interpretation of this may be different than yours, and it is an interpretation that will most likely change over time. but it is something that i do hold in the highest esteem.


1/2/2022 7:26:55 PM
innie or outie?

When dating in the vanilla world, when do you typically bring up Kinks or Fetishes?


Quite a few years ago, when i was still in the vanilla world, i was working at a "big box" store that had lots of employees. It was really my first time ever being offered or accepting dates from male co-workers (none of which i should have accepted but, you live, you learn).

One guy, i enjoyed working with him (we worked in different, but overlapping departments). He was very knowledgeable about the job, professional and friendly, charming in a bit of an eccentric way. He was good looking too. i didn't really have any major sexual attraction towards him, but had enough of a friendly/light crush and curiosity about him that when he eventually asked me out for drinks, i accepted.

We met at a local watering hole that i knew well and was comfortable in. The place is small and gets quite crowded/loud on weekends, but on weekdays it's very quiet, perfect for a "get to know you" date and chit chat. When i was out in the dating world i would use it often on weekdays for this purpose.

Over a couple drinks we talked (well, mainly he talked about himself, which was fine with me), but there was absolutely no flirting, touching, sexual banter, body language, etc. Nothing that made it seem or feel like a romantic "date" to me. Which was ok---i mean, not all first dates result in attraction or fireworks.

It was this total lack of any "date-like" behavior from him that really threw me off when we went outside to leave.

He walked me the short distance to my car and, maybe we hugged, i really don't remember. There certainly wasn't any sparks, tension, or a try for a kiss.

But what i do remember clearly, is that there in on the near-empty street, he confesses to me his secret belly button fetish!!!

A million things ran through my mind. i was still very much in vanilla-world (even though i knew at this point that my sexuality was "different") and had never heard of such a thing.

But mostly, it just seemed so weird that after such a platonic (and honestly, boring) "date" he would confess such a thing, and ask me if i was into it.

i REALLY did try to keep a straight face and not be disrespectful (after all, i'd have to see him at work all the time). But i just couldn't keep a poker face and, giggling, i made a crack about "innie or outie?"

As i drove home i laughed it off, but honestly the huge disconnect between the tone of the "date" (extremely platonic and as normal and plain as two work friends having an after work drink) and the sudden confession of his sexual fetish was the biggest turn off and disappointment of the whole experience.

Of course i kept his secret and remained on friendly terms with him at work. But wow, what a bizarre experience that was!


1/2/2022 2:05:32 PM

The Mask 

So many messages i get just say, "I love the Mask"!! Which is nice, i'm glad you like it. i like it too, that's why i purchased it!

Here are some facts about the mask!

 

It is handmade by a well known BDSM Leathersmith in Los Angeles, Paraphilia Toys. He can be found on various Kink & Vanilla social media sites, Etsy, Patreon, and also has a website. 

It does not have a gag attached. Which is great for me---gags are ok but i am not a gag fetishist. 

i am actually not a Mask Fetishist! i just always wanted something from this Leathersmith and this piece was so unique, timely (purchased early in 2020) and in my price range.

i took the photo myself! Yes, it is me.

i do not post any other photos of myself here because in my previous profile, i received too many unwanted, rude, crass messages and comments.

It is extremely adjustable, with lots of straps in the back. It all comes apart for cleaning and care, too.

The leather is black and the hardware is brass.

There is even wire around the nose, making it very adjustable and comfortable. 

It is hand stitched from very soft and luxurious French Goat Leather.

It has some breathing "holes" stitched in the front but is also designed so that it can accomidate a filter. 

i do not wear it in vanilla spaces. From the front it is fairly passable but the back (all the straps and such) would attract...unwanted attention.

i have only gotten to wear it in a scene once so far! Darn COVID has killed most of my desire to get out there and play. 

If all you have to say to me via message is "nice mask" or "i love the mask", thank you! But no need to send that in a message if that is all you have to say to me.


Thanks for reading! Now go and support your local Leathersmith!


12/25/2021 3:16:21 AM
Are You happy, Sir?

"You're smiling." His voice, clear and calm, cutting through the semi-darkness.

"Yes Sir, because I am happy", I respond, stretched out on the black bed sheets, luxuriating in the newfound warmth running through my body.

"Are You happy, Sir?" I ask.

"I am thrilled to death." A slow smile begins to appear, accentuating His chiseled good looks. I feel, more than see, His gaze shift from my face to my body, drinking me in, large eyes shining.

"A beautiful young woman, naked on My bed, and every time the tip of My crop touches her nipple, she arches her back and begs for more."

for Sir MJ

2018


12/18/2021 12:54:12 PM

In regards to attending BDSM or Kink events, something a lot of people are concerned about is:

"What if I see someone I know?"

Well, that happened to me and it was a very positive, very cool thing!!

It wasn't my first BDSM event, but it was my first time at a public Dungeon. It was one of the nights where it was open to the public, and they offered a program of classes, followed by a Demo and then a Play Party.

i was nervous, but excited!!

i got there just a few minutes after 8pm (when the first class was scheduled to start).

"Is it too late to attend the class?" i remember asking the person at the door.

"Not at all," they said with a welcoming smile, and they gave me directions to the classroom area.

Deep breaths as i walked past the foyer and "stumbled" into the classroom, which also served as the Dungeon's main room. There was a smattering of people on chairs and couches surrounding a stage area. On the stage area was the instructor, and a spanking bench with some books on it.

i took a seat and began to take it all in.

The first class of the night was "BDSM101" and the instructor was going over the Dungeon rules, etiquette, safety, membership, and similar topics. The books on display were some that he recommended: "Screw The Roses", "SM101", "The New Topping Book", etc.

It was a really cool presentation and i was hearing LOTS of things that i had never heard before. Things like how to help keep myself safe, and how to advocate for myself.

It was all very enlightening and very positive!!

But as i sat there listening, something else was nagging at me. The class presenter looked familiar, and i found my mind wandering as i tried to figure out if i knew him.

It was probably about halfway through the presentation when he said some things that REALLY made it all "click" in my head....Yes, i did know him, we actually had worked at the same place before!!!

It was a big place, and had a lot staff and departments. We worked in different, but overlapping departments so my interactions with him were few and far between. But there was something about him which always appealed to me.

In a nutshell, there was something about him that always seemed...different. It was in the way he carried himself. i could tell that he had a great work ethic and could only imagine that it crossed over into his personal life.

Even though our interactions at work were very limited and sporadic i always admired him and held him in a high regard.

It's funny, here is a stereotypically "disastrous" thing that people seem to fear. i had seen someone i know from "real life" at a BDSM event.

BUT---it was a person that i had always admired. It made total sense that he was involved in this lifestyle, as a class presenter no less, given the integrity and good ethic i had observed from him at work.

Rather than being embarrassed, or feeling ashamed of myself, or scared that he would recognize me...

i felt that i was at EXACTLY the right place that i needed to be.



12/18/2021 12:45:33 PM

i think my previous short story got cut off!! so here is the remainder of Part 1. enjoy! 

The Professor Pt 1 (conclusion)

 

The Professor continues in the fashion, giving His student a slow, easy, erotic spanking, alternating harder smacks between more gentle ones...taking a few moments to caress the reddening skin... The Professor gauges her responses in the small, unconscious movements of her body...the arch of her back...the low moans and coos that escape her lips. Once her pale cheeks have achieved a rosy glow, He lets His hand trail down, lower. she exhales sharply as He suddenly grips her smooth-shaven pussy over the now-soaked black cloth of the skimpy panties. "Very good, little one. The wetness here" (now He punctuates the word by placing a firm slap against her suddenly-aching pussy) "confirms My suspicions about your potential." she melts in to the table a little more, smiling at hearing the evident pleasure in His voice.

Next, His fingers move the small scrap of fabric over, and He is stroking her dripping wet lips, teasing her throbbing clit. she moans as He slides in one finger, then two. He fucks her like that, thrusting with His long fingers a few times before withdrawing. With His other hand, He reaches forward, and taking her hair in His hand, pulls her head up off the desk. "Open your mouth." she does, and He slips His fingers in through her lips, past her teeth. Instinctively, she sucks and licks His fingers, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the Professor.

"Excellent, little one" He growls. His voice has changed. It's lower, thicker. Somehow, more animalistic.

"Stand up. That's right, very good." Slowly, she pushes herself up off the cool surface of the sleek black table. Underneath the red silk blindfold, she blinks. But before her conscious thought starts to return, He is there, hand gently at her side, voice in her ear.

"You have excelled with the training program even better than I could have anticipated, little one" He says. "T-thank You, Professor", she mutters, dazedly. "Now, turn around so that you are facing Me", wordlessly, she does as she is told. "Very good. Now, remove your shirt and your skirt." her face turns as crimson as the red blindfold but with only a moment's hesitation, she beings to shed the outer garments. Clad in only her plunging black bra and matching lacey thong, she faces Him.

"Very good, little one. you are beautiful. Now, kneel.

 

12/17/2021 1:36:34 PM
The Professor Pt 1

"Come in," He calls from behind the desk in his private office. Opening the door, she pokes her head in, nervously. "You said, that you wanted to see me, Professor? Is now a good time?" His face remains inscrutable as he waves her in. "Yes, perfect, R--. Come in and have a seat."

she enters the office, nervously. Typically a confident young woman, something about the Professor made her feel a bit nervous, or off-kilter. she takes a seat on one of the simple, sleek high back chairs facing His desk. she starts to feel the involuntary blush creep across her face as she meets His hazel-gray eyes.

"Do you know why I asked you to come by my office?" "N-no, Professor" she stammers, looking down. she feels the warmth of the blush deepen. "Simply put, R--, I feel like you have...untapped potential." "Huh?" she thinks, shaking her head in confusion. The involuntary movement causes her to drop the bookbag she'd been holding, causing a few pens to roll out of the open pocket.

Embarrassed at her uncharacteristic clumsiness, she sinks to her knees to gather the spilled contents. A moment later, looking up, she gs. He is there---standing above her. "When did He get from behind His desk to here???" her brain barely has time to register the thought as He extends His hand down towards her. Unaccustomed to this sort of chivalrous behavior, she pauses a moment, before shifting her backpack into her other arm, and accepting His hand. she's so flustered as she sits back down in the chair, smoothing her skirt down on her lap, she fails to see the amused smile that creeps over the Professors face.

she's never been so close to Him, and if she'd felt nervous in His presence before, right now she felt downright dizzy. He hadn't moved from His standing position and was uncomfortably close to her as He leaned back a bit on the desk and continued to speak. "I have a training method that I think may be beneficial to you, R--, to help you fulfill the potential that I see" He continues, his voice sonorous and clear.

she sits in the chair, stunned. Too nervous to look up into His face, she keeps her eyes downcast, directly at His black leather motorcycle boots, so close to her own modest black pumps. she becomes aware that He has stopped talking. she wills herself to respond. "T-thank You, Professor."

"Excellent, R--. We will start immediately, if your schedule permits?"

"Y-yes, Professor..." she says, dazedly. she seems to be floating outside of her body, watching this strange scene from a corner of the ceiling.

"Very good. Now stand up." As He speaks, He moves back behind the desk and opens one of the drawers. she stands, as if in a dream. she can not bear to meet His gaze, so she watches His hands, as they reach into the open drawer. her eyes open wider and mouth turns to a silent "O" shape as He pulls out a long red silk scarf, fashioned into a blindfold.

she waits, breathlessly, as the Professor walks back around the desk. This time He does not stand in front of her, but behind her. she feels His lean, muscular body close against hers. The tension is palpable. "Close your eyes" He says, bringing the red cloth around to the front of her face, covering her eyes. Tying it firmly around the back of her head. "Now, reach your arms out in front of you, bend forward and lay over the desk. That's right," He says, gently helping her in to position. "Bent at the waist, arms reached out, palms flat on the desk." she feels a strange sense of calm as she allows Him to help guide her into position. her mind empties of all other thought, simply allowing His touch, and voice, to guide her.

"Excellent, little one." her whole body warms at the sound of the unexpected pet name. "you look beautiful stretched out like this over My desk. Spread your legs a little more....yes, like that....perfect." A moment later her whole body shudders as she feels His hands upon her hips. Slowly, He lets His hands trail down, along the black fabric of her form-fitting skirt. Once He gets to the hem of it, He grs the edge of the skirt with both hands. Slowly, methodically, He lifts it, pulling it up until it is bunched up around the small of her back, exposing her curvy, pale ass, clad in only a skimpy, lacy black thong. she feels incredibly exposed, yet incredibly safe, as she hears the appreciation in His voice.

"Simply beautiful, little one." Now His fingers slightly trail along her exposed skin, sending shivers down her spine. "Stay still, and breathe. Do you understand?" "Y-yes, Professor" she manages to squeak. His fingertips leave the curve of her ass before coming down again, firmly but not too hard. "Oh!!" she cries, more out of surprise than pain. she starts to move from her position but then remembers His instruction, to remain still, and to breathe. she settles back into her pose and breathes deeply. Again, His hand leaves her skin, only to come down again, this time harder. "Ooooh!" she cries. There is some pain, which quickly turns to warmth. A warmth that spreads across her cheek, down between her legs. she finds herself squirming again, but this time it's not from pain.

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