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Subject: {ASSM} Learning Things
Date: Sun,  3 Nov 2002 11:10:02 -0500
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Hi all,

I hope you have read and enjoyed the stories I've posted so far:
"Any Time", "Our Needs", "Proper Result", "Totally Crazy", and
"True Nature".  Here is another story.

Enjoy!

-Cy
http://cyan.protgp.com
Also, during November 2002, "Extra Hour" appears at
 http://www.erotica-readers.com/GD/StoryFrame.htm


Learning Things
by Cyan
Copyright 2002 by Cyan


"Well, you never can tell with Beth."

That was Linda talking, who I've known for a long time.  She'd
suggested I come with her to a little group she'd joined, some
women who met regularly, pretty much just to learn new things.
We were on our way there and Linda admitted that she didn't know
the meeting's topic, which was this Beth's turn to choose.

"What if it's about some book I haven't read?"  Linda'd told me
sometimes they simply discuss a book.

"Well I'm in the same boat," she said.  "Likely as not, she
brought someone."  She'd told me that often the women got someone
to come speak.

We arrived and I was glad Linda had tipped me off on what to wear:
there were no jeans, in fact we all were in dresses, as if we
were there for an English Tea.  I found I knew one of the women,
Miriam, whom I'd met through someone at work.  We said 'hi' but we
didn't really know each other that well.  Linda pointed out Beth,
who was with a woman Linda figured must be our guest of honor.
Linda introduced me to our hostess, Yvonne, who couldn't or wouldn't
tell us about Beth's guest.  "Beth's being a bit coy," she told us.

Finally the general conversation slowed, we all found seats, and
Yvonne turned the floor over to Beth.

"This is Holly," said Beth, "or as she's sometimes known, 'Diva'.
Holly's here to tell us about her profession.  I'll let Holly
explain."

Holly smiled as Beth gestured for her to begin.  "Good afternoon,
Ladies," she said.  "No doubt Beth has piqued your interest in
what I'm here to tell you.  You see, I'm a dominatrix."  Every one
of the women stared and you could hear a pin drop for a moment.
Then someone giggled which seemed to set off a few nervous laughs.
"That's it, I'm a professional dominatrix," she said, "and Beth
promised me that you would be fascinated."

I found myself looking at her to see if I thought she fit my
notions.  She was pretty, kind of young and slender, seemingly a
bit innocent if anything.  But that disappeared when she started
describing her work.  Yes, men came to see her.  No, she did *not*
have sex with them.  Yes, they were sometimes married.  Yes, it
was possible that one of our husbands visited her but given the
size of our community, it was far more likely not to be the case.
Yes, she worked alone.  Yes, she enjoyed what she did.

As she talked, I found myself wondering.  She seemed so normal,
so natural, as if it were merely another career choice.  She told a
little bit about what she did with them.  "Do you begin to see them
as something less than men?" asked one of the women.  "Since they
need to pay for this?"

Holly looked thoughtful.  "I try very hard not to.  I think it's
my acceptance of their situation without looking down upon their
needs that makes me successful."

"But you wouldn't date any of them."

"No.  Well I suppose anything's possible, but believe me it's
unlikely.  In any case, I tell them it's out of the question."

"Is it all fake whippings?"

"Oh often it's very real."  With that, the group was silent as
if contemplating the idea.  She continued, "believe me, it's all
consensual, what I give them.  I think it's about time for me to
explain a bit more what actually goes on in a session."

What was clear was that she had the crowd.  She paused a second,
then stood.  Then she pulled her dress off, over her head.

She was in what was obviously her dominatrix outfit, sort of a
leather bikini.  She opened a bag she had and pulling out heels,
a leather collar, and leather bracelets, she put them on and posed
for us.  The effect was certainly stunning.  "This is the *me*
that the men see," she said.  It was very easy to see that she'd be
appealing to them.  But so appealing that they'd let her whip them,
for real?  "This is a punishment cane," she said, holding out a
stick for us to inspect, then when one of the women wanted a close
look, she passed it around.  "Small, light, and easy to inflict an
amazing amount of pain," she said.

"And they like it?" asked someone.

"Yes and no.  The mind works in mysterious ways, and a man can
fear it the same way any of us would, yet crave it.  Not that all
my clients want that."  That seemed to prompt questions as to what
else they wanted and she told us about being dominated, more or
less simply being ordered about.  "Some of them like being really
berated, but others actually want gentle orders, almost like your
Mom telling you to do something."  She paused, looking thoughtful.
"In fact, we could have a demonstration, if I have a volunteer."

That struck us totally dumb.  She smiled as if to ease the tension.
"Just a brief little demonstration, nothing painful," she said,
indicating the cane, "or harsh, hmm?"  She looked around the room.
"You," she said, pointing to a woman.

The woman blushed.  "Come on, it's nothing, you can stop it any
time just as they can.  You are?"  She held out her hand to the
woman as if to assist her standing up.  The woman mumbled and Holly
spoke aloud, "Rita, our kind volunteer.  Now Rita, stand right here."

Rita, looking sheepish, did so and Holly took a place facing her,
separated about enough that they'd barely touch if they reached to
each other.  "Now, Rita, my sweet," she said, gently.  "I want you
to get down on your knees."

Rita looked frightened and I realized Holly had chosen the
wrong woman.  Rita was obviously shy and this was torture.
Holly approached her and held out her hands to take Rita's.
Her eyes were on Rita's.  "You can do it, Rita, it's nothing out
of the ordinary.  Please do it for me."

Rita looked like a deer staring into headlamps.  But she did it.
She knelt.  "Very good, my little Rita," said Holly.  "I'm pleased.
Now, stay like that a moment and I'll be *very* pleased."

While Rita knelt there, embarrassed, Holly made a show of circling
her, looking at her from all sides.  "Rita is actually a good
subject," said Holly.  "And very typical of some of my clients."

"Do you have women clients?" came the question, actually from Linda.

"Occasionally," said Holly.  "I enjoy them, because it's a change.
And I get couples too."

"Women pay you?"

"To be honest," said Holly, "I'll sometimes take a woman for nothing
because as I said, it can be a refreshing change.  Now Rita, I'd
like you to put your hands on top of your head.  Now don't dawdle."

Rita, still looking like she might sink through the floor, did
it.  Holly grinned.  "Rita is especially good because she shows
her feelings.  Some of the men show amazingly little reaction.
Now, my sweet Rita, stand up again, but keep your hands in place.
That's it, like a good girl."  With that, she touched Rita lightly
on the shoulder as if to reassure her.  Everyone was entranced.

Holly made a half-circle in front of her.  "That's it, keep your eyes
forward, my dear," she said.  "Rita's amazingly good," she told us.
"She's completely in the spirit of it.  Perhaps we can demonstrate
a bit more than I'd planned."

Holly looked at us as if for confirmation.  No one said a word.
Rita simply stood there.  To me, it had become surreal, though
somehow we'd slipped into this business so easily.  "OK Rita,
my sweeting, it's time to take your dress off."

My breath caught.  I said nothing, then felt I should have said
something right away but everyone was quiet.  It occurred to me
that probably all of us were ready to stop it but no one wanted to
be the one.  Rita looked frightened out of her wits.  "It's just
us girls here, Rita, no big deal.  Just a little demonstration of
what I do and it's so nice of you to help.  Now do as I tell you
and take it off."  Then she turned to us.  "Beth, tell her it's OK."

I looked at Beth.  She looked practically hypnotized by the scene,
but aroused herself at Holly's request.  Holly nodded to her.
"It's OK, Rita," she said.

"Tell her she can do it," said Holly.

"You can do it," said Beth.  "We don't mind."

You could tell Rita was helpless being the center of attention,
with all eyes on her.  "I want you to do it now," said Holly,
sounding a bit firmer.

Still looking scared, Rita fingered the dress, then pulled it off.
"Very nice," said Holly as Rita stood there in her underpants
and bra.  "Now kick off your shoes."

Holly circled her again when she'd done so.  Then she stood in front
of her again, reaching forward to touch both her shoulders briefly.
"Now Rita, my love, look me in the eye," she said.

It looked like Rita struggled, but soon her eyes were locked
with Holly's.  "OK Rita," said Holly, then she approached Rita and
whispered in her ear.

You could see Rita begin to tremble.  Her breathing became erratic
and I was sure the mood would be broken and could see Rita running
for cover any second.  "OK, relax, Rita," said Holly, obviously
sensing what I'd sensed.  "You don't have to if you don't want to,
do you understand me?"

Rita mumbled.

"What did you say, Rita?"

"Yes," she said more clearly.

Holly paused, looking at Rita for a moment as if in thought.
I realized they were actually dressed somewhat similarly given
Holly's abbreviated outfit.  But Rita's white was quite a contrast
to Holly's leather.  "Come with me for a second," said Holly.
"I'll just talk to her for a moment," she told us, and taking Rita's
hand, she insistently led her out of the room.

They stopped in the next room, around the corner and out of sight,
but obviously close enough for us to hear any speaking out loud.
None of us said a word.  As it happened, I found myself the closest
one to the door through which they'd gone.  In fact, I found I
could lean back and see...

Rita's back was against the wall and Holly was kissing her.  It
looked like her kiss was light though it was clear she'd positioned
Rita where she was.  I was in such shock I quickly retreated so as
not to get caught.  Only seconds later, Holly led Rita back in.

I thought about what I'd just seen and studied Rita.  She was
clearly aroused.  Holly led her to the middle, then softly ran her
hand down Rita's shoulder and arm, her own arm around Rita's back.
Her hand seemed to flit over Rita who looked completely shaken.
Quickly Holly undid her bra.

It sat there, covering her though no longer hooked.  Still touching
her, Holly circled around in front of her, once again touching
each of her shoulders.  She bowed her head briefly to help catch
Rita's eyes.  Then they stared, both of them with their eyes locked.
"Take off your bra," said Holly, quietly.

Only a moment passed, and then Rita did it as Holly lifted her
hands off Rita's shoulders briefly to allow it to come off.  "Now,
the underpants," said Holly.

I felt like I had to pinch myself to see if it was a dream.
All eyes were on them and the room was totally silent.  I think
every one of us was holding our breath.

She did it.  She slipped them down and stepped out of them, then
stood there, totally naked, in Yvonne's living room.  "I'm proud
of you, Rita," said Holly, touching her lightly again.  "Now,
come here."

Holly took her hand and led her toward the other side of the room,
but in a moment, she used her foot to drag an ottoman to the center
of the room.  "Now, Rita, my sweet, put your body over the ottoman."

Rita looked down at it and for all the world looked like she was
afraid of it.  I still couldn't believe we all sat there watching
this woman stand naked in front of us.  Holly moved to Rita's side.
"Now, you *must*," she said, her hands on Rita's body, guiding her
onto the thing.  While Rita finally began to comply, Holly's hand
casually and briefly touched her rear.  "Good girl," said Holly as
Rita lay her self fully on the thing, and patted her back.

Then she went to her bag again and pulled out pieces of rope, perhaps
a couple of feet each.  Of all things, she handed them to *me*,
or at least all but one.  Then, one by one, she took the ropes
from me, tying Rita's arms and legs to the legs of the ottoman.
Finally she took a cloth out of her bag and blindfolded Rita.
"Perfect," she said with a smile, briefly looking around at the
rest of us.  Then she picked up the cane.

I glanced at the other women.  They stared in apparent disbelief.
I wondered why someone didn't stop it.  "Now Rita, this is going to
be painful.  In fact, it's going to be extremely painful."  As she
said it, I watched Rita's face, obscured as it was by the cloth.
Rita's fright was palatable.  But she said not a thing, no protest,
no nothing.  Then, reaching for my hand, Holly drew me to standing!

The next thing, I found the cane in my hand.  Holly smiled at me.
"Thought you'd sneak a peek?" she said so quietly I'm sure only
I heard.  "OK," she said a little louder, but still obviously only
for my benefit.  She drew me toward Rita and positioned my hand
so the cane touched Rita's rear.  Rita began to squirm.  "Now,"
said Holly to me.  "Hard, don't hold back, exactly on her rear."

I was frozen.  Holly's hand casually touched my back and shoulder.
"Come on," she said, "or Rita'll die of dread."  *What am I doing?*
I stood there, the cane still touching Rita's rear.

Suddenly *my* rear stung.  Holly apparently let me have it with her
hand and I couldn't say it hurt too much but it certainly surprised
me.  "Now!" she said, close to my ear, much more forcefully than
anything she'd said yet.

It was like my arm moved by itself.  The cane flashed and Rita
gasped.  "Harder!" said Holly.  I obeyed, then felt Rita's hands
wandering up and down my body in a far more blatant way.

"Oh God," said Rita weakly, sounding like she couldn't believe
what was happening to her.  Holly's hand went down my back over my
rear, pausing.  I can't remember what I was thinking, only what I
was doing.  The cane flashed, harder and harder.

"Stop!" said Holly, grabbing the cane.  And as soon as she stopped
the motion, the full impact of what I'd been doing hit me.  There I
was, standing in front of all those women who hardly knew me, in
the act of whipping that poor woman.  The only sound in the room
was Rita's gasping breaths.

I trembled.  It was so surreal, so unbelievable, so far from anything
I'd ever done.  This *dominatrix* actually had to stop *me* from
whipping a woman too much.  Holly put her arm around me and pulled
my body close to hers, side to side.  "That's enough," she said.
"She's not used to it."

I could think of nothing to say and simply stood there, shaking.
"Don't worry, you did fine," said Holly, taking my chin in her hand.
She turned my face toward hers and kissed me.

In front of all those women, she kissed me, probably for ten seconds,
and when she withdrew she did so so slowly and gently.  I stood
there, allowing this woman to have her way with me.  She put her
lips to my ear.  "You're turned on, aren't you?" she whispered.

And with that I realized she was so right.  It was like a totally
uncomfortable dream, standing in front of all those women, feeling
completely exposed for what I was.  "You'd love to be caned like
that," she whispered.  "Come to my place."

They couldn't hear what she whispered, but could easily see it
was intimate.  And it was like I never realized how turned on I
could be, that moment, my sex feeling like it needed her touch that
instant or I would die.  Then I realized she was undoing my dress.

I simply stood there, catatonic, showing every one of those women
that this woman could have me right in front of them and I would do
nothing but let her.  I realized I'd do anything for her, anything
she would ask.  She pulled my undone dress askew, baring one of
my shoulders.

Then she stopped, leaving the dress just like that.  "OK, sit down
my sweet," she said, guiding me back to my seat.  Feeling dizzy,
I did as she asked.

"So you see," she told the group, "it's a very powerful force
that draws your men to these things, not your men specifically,
but believe me, some of them have the inclination.  Just like my
two volunteers here."  As she said the latter, she touched Rita's
back lightly.  I was recovering myself a bit and now saw that women
were glancing at me.  Fearfully I glanced at Linda over and over
to see her reaction.  I soon realized she was avoiding looking
at me.  Holly went on talking, giving her explanation as to why
Rita responded.  Poor Rita was still nude, tied, and blindfolded,
even as women started asking questions again.  She made not a single
protest and I had the feeling she was illogically afraid to any
draw more attention to herself.  Holly casually touched her back
a couple of times, especially when explaining her to the audience.
"And my friend here," she went on, indicating me, "showed you just
how easy it is for a woman to fall into *my* role."

"Jenn," said our hostess, reminding Holly of my name!

"Jenn," said Holly, smiling my way, her eyes meeting mine.
"Jenn's actually what we call a *switch*.  You saw the way she
obeyed me readily."  I saw nods.  I wanted to die.  "Jenn'll be
over at my place soon enough and'll be willingly taking far more
than she gave Rita if I give her what she wants."  She smiled at me.

I couldn't believe what Holly was saying.  For all her ability to
lure us into her little demonstration, she certainly had me pegged
wrong thinking I'd ever do what Rita did.  She still smiled at me.
I glanced back at Linda to find her studying me with obvious
curiosity.

I instinctively knew that to start denying it at that point would
only make things worse.  I smiled what I hoped was a "tolerant"
smile, tried to act as if it was a struggle to keep from rolling my
eyes, and kept my peace.  Holly didn't bat an eye, but watched me
briefly before returning to her audience.  The one thing I wished
was that I wasn't so aroused.

It was awfully silent as Linda drove me home.  Holly had somehow
got us to leave Rita as she was even after she relinquished the
floor and Yvonne began serving refreshments, but eventually Holly'd
managed to free Rita and get her back in shape while the rest of us
were talking.  I'd had a sense I was being avoided though Yvonne
had seemed to make a point of conversing with me for a minute,
and one other woman whose name I didn't catch had come up to me,
giving me the creeps the way she surreptitiously studied me while
we talked.  Everyone had even talked to Holly, as friendly as can
be, though she was in that outfit.  Linda had never said a word to
me even as we returned to her car.

"That was strange," I finally ventured as Linda drove in silence.

"I'm sorry," she said.  "I guess you surprised me."

I wondered what to say, how to respond.  "I don't know what
happened," I finally heard myself say.  "She seemed to set a mood."

Linda was silent for a moment.  "Are you going to see her?"

I felt a shudder, like a bad dream returning.  *No!* was what was
in my mind.  Somehow I realized my paralyzed hesitation would come
across as suggestive to her and I knew I had to talk.

I felt so embarrassed the rest of the way.  Neither of us spoke.
I hadn't denied it.

***

We see each other once in a while but it's awkward, Linda and me.
I know she's curious.  I certainly would be.  Sometimes I just
want to talk and talk to her as if it were possible to explain,
what makes me submit to Diva.  Diva told me right off that it was
no charge, but that seems to make her feel license to a degree
of intimacy she denies sharing with any male clients.  I feel so
guilty doing all this behind Michael's back.

She'll have me lie on her bed on my stomach, commanded not to look
back.  I feel as she takes my rear with the strap-on that she's
undressed more than she does with the men.  "My little Jenny,"
she'll say while she does me like that, "I'm going to cane you
again, punish you for being so sweet.  You tempt me into this,"
she says, on her elbows, her fingers slipping under my breasts.
"Rita doesn't tempt me the way you do," she said.

Other times I lie on my back, and she lies on her side, touching me,
always dressed when she allows me to look at her.  Her fingers circle
my nipples, actually touching them only briefly.  "Linda still afraid
to talk to you?" she'll ask since she's gotten me to admit every one
of my fears.  "I could seduce her into understanding," she'll say.
"You want her?"

"No," I say, truthfully, or at least with no more than a touch
of doubt.

She'll laugh and tell me she's letting me off the hook and won't go
after Linda unless I agree.  "But Michael, he's going to be mine,"
she'll add.  "And that's that."

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