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The Dark Teacher I was frolicking in Aff.com when I fell upon you. Sir had just released me and so I was searching again, never knowing though, or understanding, what it was that I sought. I was in limbo, my thoughts invaded by dark visions, of where I should be and I how I must achieve this. That evening I decided that who ever came to chat to me, I would ask the questionsthat were burning inside me. I would look for the answers, knowing that whatever those answers were that I was already lost, I had already started on my journey. There was no going back. Your name appeared upon the screen before me and nervously I responded. I tried to deny my damp arousal, I was here purely to seek answers, but as we chatted my moistness grew andthat familiar tightening in my tummy, pulled at my cunt and seemed to beg for release, for fulfillment, for fullness. As I chattered away to you, my words flying from the keyboard, you began to take control, telling me it was cool and not to be nervous. You suggested we speak on messenger and in a moment we were there together and I saw your picture, standing by your desk, your dark sensuality, mesmerizing, drawing me inexplicably and inevitably towards you. This was so different from what I had experienced before. My instincts told me that I was in the presence of a true Master and even though our banter was warm and friendly the undertones of control were apparent in the words you used and the speed with which my concerns were diminished as I let you pullthe strings, gently leading me down that mysterious and sensuous path. You asked me questions then about my sexuality. Like a doctor at a first consultation, clinical, observant you probed my mind and, before I could stop myself, I had confessed my enforced celibacy, my masturbatory habits, my deep feelings about the lifestyle. I opened myself to you, trustingly, and I gave myself to you as surely as a virgin on her weddingnight. When I had finished answering your questions, you asked me to put on my webcam and you told me I was beautiful. My eyes were lowered, I couldn?t bring myself to look at you. I felt that you would see through my eyes and into my soul and I was very frightened. But you quietly insisted and for a brief moment I let you look into my eyes, knowing that, reflected in them, were my desire and extreme arousal. My heart was beating heavily in by breast, my breathingbecoming faster and the contractions in my cunt more urgent. You asked me if I was wearing panties and when I answered yes you told me to remove them. So I did. In the privacy ofthe bathroom I slipped them down over my hips and thighs and returned to you. I felt liberated, sensual, wet and hot. No one had ever aroused feelings of such intensity within me before. I spread my legs as you commanded and showed you the panties I had removed. You told me to stand and show you my naked cunt. But I failed you, begging you not to make me do this the first time! And you were kind to me, excusing my reticence but reminding me that I had learn to obey your requests immediately and without question! So you asked me again, and I stood slowly drawing my skirt up my thighs prepared to endure the humiliation that was so strangelyexciting me. But I just couldn?t do it! I begged your fogiveness and clicked off almanbahis şikayet the cam. I had begun to cry, hot tears spilling onto the keyboard, my shoulders shuddering as little painfulsobs escaped from my throat. In my tears were the long years of repression and now the final release, the acceptance of my self and my dark passionate desires. I wanted to givemyself to you completely. To relinquish my control to you. No more decisions, no more mistakes I had found you, my Master and, in truth, I exalted! I calmed myself and clicked you back onto the screen. You spoke to me then of orgasm denial and control. I sat quietly reading your words and all the time my arousal grew. Desperate now for release I squirmed upon my chair, the wetness between my legs threatening to dampen the cushion beneath me. You told me about a test that you expected new subs to take. I had no idea what you were talking about, the very mystery of it exciting me even more! I could not refuse you or even deny myself the experience you offered me. Casting all caution aside I typed my phone numbers quickly on to the screen. At precisely 10pm you called. I took your call outside under the African night sky. I whispered a tremulous ?hello?. You must have felt my fear; my trepidition. Your voice, dark, deep, commanding implied a certain sensuality that had been hinted at only a short while before. We made smalltalk, your voice lulling me into an accepting quietness, a gentle relaxation and I thought maybe you weren?t going to give me the test tonight. I was embarrassed, unsure of myself and was ready to say goodnight when your voice became more commanding, more compelling. You told me about the protocols demanded from a slave. You asked me if I was prepared to observe the rules and I whispered breathlessly ?yes.? ?Yes what?? you asked me sternly. I responded quickly and as naturally as breathing ?Yes Master!? ?Excellent!? you said, as a teacher to a pupil, as a father to an errant daughter, and, as your commendation cloaked me in pride I thought, as Master to a slave! The test was, as you warned, very hard. You told me to masturbate for 10 minutes, hard and fast, but I was not to cum. If I came I was to say loudly and clearly that I was cumming for my Masterand I must ask your permission to cum. You asked me, on a scale of 1 to 10 how aroused I was and I gasped an inaudible 9! You ordered me to spread my legs and, in the momentary silencethat followed, I became totally overwhelmed at my high state of excitement. I was sure I would cum as soon as I touched myself! I bit my lip hoping to distract myself, my heart was beating hard and my breathing*came in shorts gasps as finally you told me to begin. At that moment you were the center of my existence. Like a child eager to please I followed your instructions to the letter. My fingers found the spot and I shuddered as they slid over the wet slipperiness. You reminded me firmly to masturbate hard and fast, you counted off the minutes, whispering in my ear that my pleasure would come from pleasing you. I rubbed that sensitive spot the tingling sensation rising with in me, my cunt contracting, squeezing tight the imagined cock deep inside. I claspedthe phone firmly to my ear knowing you could hear my animal, passionate sounds. almanbahis canlı casino My climax was fast approaching, the mountain looming ever closer. My sighs became guttural grunts I was lost in the intense sensations that your voice and my probing fingers roused in me. Forgetting what youhad taught me I called out to you that I was cumming! In that instant I remembered the protocol as, breathlessly and tearfully, I begged your permission to cum. My nipples had hardened, pushing against the thin fabric of my blouse, my legs began to stiffen and I held my breath my cunt contracting and throbbing as the exquisite sensation washed over me, filling me, satisfying me, honouring ? you! As the waves rippled through my body my emotions got the better of meand I sobbed into the phone, into your ear, thanking you, loving you, never wanting this to end. But it did and you said I had done very well. And I had never felt happier! You told me I could masturbate the next day but I was not to cum. Goodnight, enjoy your evening, you said and you were gone the phone empty ? dead, and I, weeping in the dark night, wanting you, needing you and knowing I had found what I was so earnestly seeking, my true Master! I slept well that night. The next morning, in the quiet of my room, I masturbated as you instructed. The orgasm rose in me but, remembering your words, I let it subside and went to the bathroom to observe your protocol. I perched my bottom on the toilet seat, spread my legs, and saw my cunt reflected in the mirror opposite me. For many years I had avoided looking at myself this way but now, wantonly, my fingers pulled apart my cunt lips and I peered closely at the source of mypleasure. Nestling in the dark hair, glistening and pink, my cunt wet from my earlier manipulations, my clitoris hard and yearning to be touched, my finger sank into my depths and I pulled it out sucking and tasting the juices from it. The soap was in my hands, the lather increasing as I worked feverishly applying it to my cunt lips. The razor in my hand slipped easily over the lathered area, I was soon in deep concentration as I wriggled and turned cutting away the coarse hair in the crevices and dark places. I shaved once, twice, three times, eager to be done with the symbol of my sterile life. I wanted to be rid of every single hair, to be cleansed, to start again, to be reborn into that life that I know now, I have always craved. The ritual complete, I stood and surveyed my work. Divest of the wiry curls my cunt looked as innocent as a childs. Just a slit seemed to cover the inner lips. My hands slid across my pubes, silky, smooth so very soft. I felt truly naked, vulnerable and aroused! And so I masturbated again this time watching intently in the mirror as my finger glided over the soft folds of skin and disappeared within that inviting slit,seeking the growing hardness of my clit reacting now to my exploring fingers. I reached that point of no return and could hardly stop myself, but in my mind I heard you calling me, telling me to stop, and so I snatched my fingers away, clamped my legs tightly together, and waited, breathingdeeply, for the intenseness to leave me. Every minute of that passing day was marked by my increasing arousal. My cunt lips were swollen, engorged, almanbahis casino yearning for the relief of orgasm. The very thought of you increased my arousal and that familiar sensation?of pre cum..stayed with me. I was sure, just to see your name, would be enough to bring me to a shattering climax! I couldn?t take it any more so I text messaged you and begged to be allowed to cum. Your response was quick and decisive! No you may not! Yourreply screamed at me from the little screen on my cell phone. I thought to ignore you and kill the growing frustration within me, but I dared not! Whatever control you had over me, intangible though it was, had me firmly in its tenacious grip. I could not cum, even if I wanted to! The power of your words and will, were far greater than my needs. And so I waited for you to come online, longing to be with you, needing youso badly, desiring you! Then you were there! That single abbreviation ?D?, signifying your presence flashed on the screen. My self denial now culminated in intense arousal! Just that single letter had my mind reeling and my body screaming out for the release you would give me. I greeted you with your deserved honorific. ?Hello Master.? I typed. The title tripped easily and comfortablyfrom my tongue and I welcomed your belittling responseof ?slave?. I told you about my day of self denial and how ready I was for the next part of the test. I longed for you to phone me immediately, but you tarried a while asking me if I had observed the protocols. I told you that I had observed most of them. I had no panties on and I had shaved. ?Show me!? you said curtly. *I begged you again not to push me too far too soon. I could feel your insistence and your growing anger at my excuses. I tried ? truly I did ? I stood before you and lifted my skirt, my eyes tight closed not wanting to see my own imagined ugliness! Then the tears were prickingmy eyes, my bottom lip trembling, vulnerable, child-like I wanted to run away. I clicked you off, signed off the net and sat here in the dark not understanding my own discomfort about exposing to you what, in essence, was yours. I had made a commitment to you, to follow, to obey, to learn but at the first hurdle I had faltered. I was ashamed. I needed to feel warmth, pleasure. I needed release! My hand under my skirt felt my wetness. I imagined your voice commanding me to masturbate. I rubbed, twisted, pulled, the heat rising in me, my dampness increasing and I wanted to hear your voice permitting me to cum! My orgasm was there, teetering on the edge, my breathing hard and desperate, the tears running in great rivers down my cheek, and I tried hard not to make a sound. My phone beeped. Even before I looked I knew it was you. The message was short and simple. ?I will call you in 5!? And so you did. I put the phone through the window and sat on the damp grass. My nipples were hard, the anticipation of hearing your voice had me shaking with longing. I was bad and I knew you would berate me. I had disobeyed you and I expected you to punish me! I thought of not answering your call, but I was compelled to. You chastised me with harsh words. You told me I wasn?t a child ? I was a mature slave ? I was a slut! You reminded me that all I had to do was to obey! Then you told me what my punishment would be. I had to masturbate on thewebcam for you. I was terrified! And in my abject terror my arousal grew until I thought I would surely explode! ?Get on your knees!? your order was brusque and undeniable! To disobey was unthinkable.