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Making a Masochist Part III
And my traitor of a vagina doesn’t think it’s a bad idea now either.
“What the fuck, Lisa!” I say much louder than I intend, but geez, why is she standing there, watching Ian fuck me?
Ian pulls my hair hard, yanking my head back and my eyes level to his. “Language, dirty girl,” he growls.
“Sorry Sir, I forgot you were there.” I cringe as the words leave my mouth. This will not bode well. “I didn’t forget, Sir,” I quickly correct. “I just became distracted. I wasn’t expecting an audience the first time I felt your cock inside me.”
Lisa shuffles her feet as she watches our interaction. Like me, she’s most likely unsure how to progress from here. She’s removed her hand from her pants though, so that’s a start. But her eyes are still as wide as saucers. I can’t say I blame her for that, it was a fantastic fuck and quite a sight to stumble upon.
Ian’s hand lands firmly on my ass, the sound lingering in the air for as long as the sting warms my behind. “Audience or no, your attention should always be on me. We’ll discuss punishment later. I see you know Lisa.”
Everything in my body stops, the breath I was slowly inhaling, the blood that was pumping through my veins, the last contractions of my delicious orgasm. The only thing that keeps moving is my discomfort, sliding easily to anxiety. What is going on? I start to see spots before I remember I need air.
“Excuse me, Sir?” I stammer.
“Lisa, I see you know her. Would you come here please, Lisa?”
She walks towards us as if Ian isn’t still buried balls deep inside me. I’m on my hands and knees, my breasts swinging like pendulums, my hair fisted in Ian’s grasp. I want to cover myself, hide the parts that Lisa has already seen. Silly, I know. She just saw me get fucked, senseless, in a library, after using a brush handle as a dildo. But it didn’t seem like such a bad idea while it was happening. And my traitor of a vagina doesn’t think it’s a bad idea now either.
Holding me in place, Ian watches as Lisa approaches. Once she’s standing next to us, he pulls out of me, causing a whimper to tumble from my lips, and gets to his feet. The shuffle of clothing tells me he’s tucking himself away. I attempt to stand, but Ian’s foot gently rests on my back, keeping me in place. Accepting my fate, I take another deep inhalation and slowly exhale, getting ready for the long haul. I am no stranger to staying in position.
“Thanks for joining us,” Ian begins. “I didn’t realise you two knew each other. Do you still want to continue with your training?”
I’m certainly listening attentively now, trying not to miss a thing. Although you could likely hear a pin drop, with my eyes facing the floor, receiving all the nuances of their verbal communication is an arduous task. I can only make out Lisa’s feet, and by the way she is shuffling on them, she’s just as uncomfortable as I am.
“Yes,” she says timidly. “I still want to learn.”
“Good. Are you still willing to learn with my submissive?” Ian asks.
I tense at his term. Learn what? Is Lisa a submissive, too? Does she want Ian to be her Dom?
“Yes, Master Ian. If she’s willing, I think it will be fine. And fun. Savannah is, well, Savannah,” Lisa replies in a tone laced with excitement.
Master Ian? What-the-actual-fuck is going on?
“Good,” Ian replies. “Let me get Savannah in order and we’ll meet you upstairs in five minutes,” he continues, removing his foot from my back.
Without another word, Lisa turns and walks in the direction she came from. I stay in position, waiting for Ian’s signal that I can stand. After a minute and then two, I shift my position and clear my throat. I haven’t heard him move, but I’m not sure he’s still behind me.
“Always so impatient, slut. But you did well. Stand and face me.”
Energetically, I get to my feet and turn, letting my skirt fall around my hips. Ian’s release trickles down my thighs and I give him a cock-eyed smile. I’m still half-naked, but under his gaze I feel blanketed, like I’m draped in fine silk. I see lust in his eyes, but also something darker, more carnal.
“I answered a local ad. Someone wanting training on how to be a Dominant, a Domme, to be more precise. They had no experience and didn’t know how to go about meeting a submissive. I answered, and here we are. Today was her first real session, although we’ve met many times before. She was in the car with me when I called and came down when you left the loo. Do you want to continue, or do we end this now and I’ll train Lisa alone?”
I just stare at him, gulping like a fish out of water. “Sir?”
“I’m giving you the chance to say no, without your safeword, Savannah. What will it be? Will you help me train Lisa, and in the meantime, continue your training, or do I do it separately? It will not affect our arrangement either way.”
“I, uh, I’m not sure what to say. I wasn’t expecting any of today’s events, it’s been a little much.”
“Your limits list says you consent to public spaces, third parties, and exhibitionism. Should we reassess?”
He’s right, my list does say I consent to those things, at his discretion, and if I’m honest, it was really hot. Way hotter than I’m willing to admit, at least now. Why am I so apprehensive about this? My usual self would lead a parade to make this happen. I’ve fantasied about moments like this for years, but now that it’s real, it seems more… intense.
“Of course, Sir. I’d love to help.” I finally say with more enthusiasm than I feel.
“Good.” Ian says, granting me a rare smile. “Let’s go meet Lisa then. You should get dressed first though.” He finishes with a smirk. I feel the blush start in my cheeks and spread down to my chest, making my nipples harden. My lower half is feeling the heat of humiliation there, too.
We find Lisa sitting on a bench by the library entrance, her long legs tucked elegantly beneath her. While I’ve seen her once a day for over a year now, it’s like I’m seeing her for the first time. She’s always been fairly shy and reserved, speaking only when spoken to and staying quiet when all else fails. She’s fair-skinned and slight, her long blond hair framing a face resembling more of that of a pixie than the big bad Domme she hopes to be. But there’s a fire in her eyes I don’t remember seeing before. A fresh source of determination. Good for her.
She stands as we approach, her hands linking, probably to keep from fidgeting. I smile even as I have my eyes diverted, remembering the nerves at the beginning, that first time that I learned the terms of my arrangement. When I first realized that my fantasies were nothing like reality.
“Thank you for waiting,” Ian says as he pushes open the door. We walk to his car, and he holds the backdoor open for me, showing I am to get in. Lisa takes the front and I can’t help but frown as she does. Why does this feel weird?
Ian gets in the driver’s seat, and glances at me, reminding me to wipe the look from my face, and starts the car. We sit there until after taking a deep breath he says, “Savannah will help us with your training.” Lisa nods but doesn’t respond. I hold my breath, not wanting to miss a word of what he says.
“She’s also in need of punishment. For her language and forgetting to keep her attention on her Dom, and because I can, for skipping class.” He says this with a sinister smile, and I know it’s a challenge. Everyone in this car knows I didn’t miss class because I chose to.
“The language part will be easy and will tie in with missing class. The not being focused part, not so much.” He looks directly at me with a, I’m not impressed look, then continues. “So, if you’d like to learn about punishments today, we’d be happy to have you along. If not, I can drop you at home, on our way. Isn’t that right, dirty slut?”
I feel the red creeping into my face again. It’s different being called a slut in front of someone I know. Not wrong, but different. I squirm in my seat to relieve the pressure created by the threat of punishment and say, “Yes, Sir,” even though I want to argue that missing class isn’t technically my fault. He knows it too and his minatory smile widens.
He looks at Lisa and awaits her decision. She looks at him, then me, then him again, then finally nods and buckles up. I take it she’s coming with us.
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