A Slave's Tale: Primary Lessons

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It had been two days. Two of the most excruciating and longest days I had ever experienced. How much longer would I have to wait? I was weak. Physically, mentally and emotionally. I was also dizzy. My head still spinning from just a few hours with a mysterious woman who held my life, it seemed, in unknown suspense. She had awakened a physical awareness in me that was both new and profound. I did not feel the same. I was not the same woman I had been just a few days ago. Where was I going? And even more pressing, what would I do until I arrived there?

Was it a mistake that in my being lost I had found a new being within me? My own self? My own true self? My own desiring true self to be a woman! To be with a woman, a magnetic, overpowering and captivating woman whose scent, touch, voice and hot breath, true total heat, I could not shake from my mind. She was inescapably beautiful with her dark alluring eyes, tall stature and knowing strength. She was a sure woman. A strong woman. I wanted more of her, and still did with all my being. Had she forgotten me so soon? I was reeling! I was spiraling without a footing in search of the lost heat and fire we had shared. She seemed so caring. But why should she care about me? She didn't know me. I was just a knock at the wrong door after all, wasn't I?

It was coming back to me again. In a flood-- just as it had repeatedly for the last two days. Everytime, leaving me weak. Almost as weak as I had become when I first caught sight her reflection in the mirror. Not quite as weak as I was when I had been abandoned at the height of an experience that I could not now get out of my head. But I didn't really want to forget it. I wanted to continue falling back into the reminiscent rapture of the few hours I was in her presence. A presence I yearned for desperately again. So very desperately. Would she find me as she indicated she would? How I wished she would at this very minute. Mistress Starcia, where are you? I want you! How badly I need you.

I closed my eyes again. As she had left me with my eyes closed. Anticipating her return. I recalled her magnificent body. Aglow, no smoldering, in the candlelight of her bedroom. She had let me in not knowing me, trying to help me find my friend. That damn China. Why did the thought of her have to interrupt my sweet, delicious dreams or more like wishful thinking about Mistress Starcia. China. She hadn't even called to find out what happened to me-why I never showed up. She hadn't changed. Always into herself first, no doubt! If she ever called, I'd check her out. Who knows, she claimed to live close by and you never know when having a friend close by could be of some help. That's if I could call her a friend. I didn't care, not really. In not having kept our appointment to meet, I had met the woman in my dreams, someone who I would never have met, and as such would never have found myself. How could I have changed so abruptly? It was almost as if there had been a spell cast on me. Now I cared about something and I hoped for another opportunity. I would pray, even for Mistress Starcia to find me. To have me. To touch me. No! No! No! I had to have her! She had wasted me, spoiled me even. Perhaps I hadn't pleased her. I prayed that I was not a disappointment and that she was leading me on to spare me the truth that I would not see her again. I had done that to men, so a woman could do it to me. It happens. I would be hurt this time though, truly.

I had kissed her clit just like she told me, hadn't I? No tongue, no open mouth, do you understand? her sultry seductive voice echoed in my ears. I had to control myself. She had raised passions in every sense and nerve ending I possessed. Yet, I had to demonstrate that I had some self-control. That I could do exactly what she asked of me; at least I understood that much so far. I had wanted her to eat my pussy. To ravish me completely. To be the woman, the first woman whom I had let know my secret places. This would be our secret. Imagine me, eager cocksucker and a long fuck as I had been described by the men who had me and I them. I thought I was making out and had enjoyed it. I would never have guessed that I would find myself with a woman, a stranger, who I would bare my essence to and beg to want me. She had been more exciting, thrilling and satisfying then all the men I had ever been intimate with put together. No wonder, those lesbians are so confident and happy. Now I knew what and why they were so motivated and so busy about oogling and chasing one another. There is a vast amount of pleasure in the panties of women and a woman would knew how to discover the buried treasure had discovered and uncovered me. Yes, sweet treasure! I had found it. Starcia, I mean Mistress Starcia had shown it to me. I could picture her as vividly in my dreams as I had experienced her. She strode towards me like royalty, naked in her robe fully open flowing behind her. She was the true image of a surreal sex goddess. Golden skin, flowing hair, dark mysterious eyes, jeweled and bedazzling! This was a woman who knew the appeal a woman had to offer, whether to a male or female. Her seductive confidence matched her beauty and confirmed that she could have me if she wanted to. As she came closer to me she asked Are you comfortable and feeling better? I, I, am feeling a little better, I responded. And just what does that mean, honey? Can you tell me more? her rich voice seemed to demand. I was eager to speak I just couldn't find all the words. She was right in front of me now. Her fragrant pussy was directly in my eyesight. Her lips were more than moist. She was wet and the heat emoted from her flaming juices. Her invitation was undeniable. Come, on, she whispered in a luring voice, tell me what you want. You can tell me without a worry.

I had told her all I could at the moment. I had shown her all of me. I would trust her. Hadn't I had begged her to have me? To kiss and suck my clit? My tits? I had begged her with all of my sincerity no, I had been frantic for her to eat me. I wanted to feel her long tongue in my molten pussy. She had admired me as I opened it up and presented my shaved pussy, my innermost jewels to her. My fingers could not obey her fast enough. My legs spread open wide to allow her a full view of my smooth virgin pussy gushing with desire for her. I had to giggle at myself. Me, a virgin after all the cock I've sucked and fucked? Cock and balls! Maybe they should call it cock and bull maybe, just maybe. I shouldn't be so hard or critical. Some of that cock was damn good. That was the honest truth!

Some of those guys were pretty good pussy eaters too, I recalled. Especially Tyler. He would eat my pussy until he would just about pass out. It was his love of eating my pussy that had inspired me to shave it. He had said he could eat me better without a pubic hair party to wade through. Shaving it was a trip. I had never known what my pussy even really looked like. After taking what seemed like hours I was finished. While shaving I had thought about Tyler's tongue in my pussy. He liked long licks from the front of my clit to my hole. Sometimes he would lick my juices down to my very asshole. He would then drive me into a frenzy with light little licks on the hood of my clit. He could do this for hours. Long licks, little licks, long licks, little licks, every now and then burying his tongue up my vagina. I loved it! Eventually he would mouth my entire pussy all at once sucking my clit with depth and skill. I loved it, no lie! I would cum in his mouth and he wouldn't stop sucking until my last and weakest orgasmic convulsion had ceased. Often, he wouldn't even fuck me. He would just suck my pussy some more after a little rest. Sometimes, for hours at a time. He knew he loved to suck my pussy! Now I was beginning to get an understanding of the reason why.

After shaving, I had taken a look at my entire body. Holding that small mirror in one hand and using that razor had taken some skill, especially in some tight places. I would review my work in complete detail now. The full length mirror in the bathroom provided a full length view. I had a good body. Pretty good. Well, better than some. No, not better than China's. Now, she had a body! Every eye on the beach would be on her when we went there together. Male and female. Most girls were jealous of China. I don't think I was. She was selfish and spoiled but we got along. It didn't hurt, being a friend of probably the most attractive girl in high school. Some of that positive attention she was getting was bound to rub off on me. Had it? Well, that was a long time ago, and since I hadn't seen her for a while, maybe I could stack up to her now. Who was I fooling? China had a body men and women craved! My tits were okay. 36C was better than average and they were shapely. My nipples were large. They would often press up against my sweater and show an easily seen outline. I was embarrassed about this most times, until I got older. Then I realised I had a little advantage over the smaller breasted women even when they were prettier. Men, most men, are attracted to big tits, so I was grateful for the tits I had, nipples and all! Next, I peered below my waist. Now that was a big change! My bald pussy flabbergasted me!. It had no shame! Looked like a big W between my legs. I had worked really hard not to cut myself first time with a razor and all. I had used a lot of lather. It felt pretty good, kind of like I was pampering my pussy, lathering it up, on my mission for a smooth pussy. That's how Tyler had described it. He wanted to eat my smooth pussy. He did seem to enjoy it more afterwards and I no doubt did as well. I touched it to evaluate if I had achieved that smooth feel. Yes, it was silky smooth. Each lip was like velvet. I peered closer to see if I had removed some of that nubby hair that likes to grow within the moister insides. I slid my finger between my lips and spread them. Where just a tip of my clit had peeked out when my pussies lips were closed, it blossomed now. It was pleasing to touch. I gently rubbed my fingers against it slowly. It was a really pleasant feeling. I had been getting so much cock and eaten so regularly that I hardly touched myself other than to bathe. This was a new perfectly thrilling feeling I was bringing about. It felt a little like a wet tongue if I moved my fingers ever so lightly around my clit. I clenched it gently between two fingers and tugged lightly. That felt like Tyler's nips. I began to massage it in wide and then smaller circles. Oh, it felt delightful! Pushing my fingers towards my cunt behind the hood of my clit that was now showing off, swollen and hard. I was very wet and slippery like a big cock would be most welcomed there. I flooded my fingers with my juices thinking about how Tyler's tongue would feel inside me now. I sank two fingers inside my cunt. It felt okay but didn't come close to feeling like a cock. I moved my fingers faster and opened my legs a bit more. My pussy was smoldering hot! Slick, wet and silky smooth. It would be a real sucking treat for Tyler now. My breath quickened. My lips pulsed. My clit was scintillating with sensation, all over. My shaved pussy. It felt so good. It looked good. I felt sexier. I wanted more than my own attention but I couldn't stop my fingers. It was now massaging my pussy fiercely, wet and wildly. I came a second later moaning with pleasure. Afterwards, my pussy looked like it was blushing. Shaving my pussy became an immediate ritual. More than once I thought about how I tasted. I would smell my fingers after masterbating, but I never tasted myself. What if I liked it? Might get some lesbian inclination and the last thing I wanted to be was a lesbian. They were too conspicuous and everybody talked about them. Whether some girls were lesbians or not, I wasn't sure. However, if you weren't known to be getting fucked, or so nerdy to still be a virgin, and you hung out with girls only you had to be a lezzie. It was a distinction I knew I'd never have. I called Tyler right after shaving my pussy to let him know it was smooth as a whistle. He couldn't even wait until after school the next day. Just before lunch we met in the Janitor's closet while they were on a break. I guess you could say I was Tyler's lunch. An added thrill was the suspense to not get caught. I could imagine the door opening and the expression on the janitor's face to find me spread eagle against the wall and Tyler sucking my smooth pussy with abandon. You couldn't have peeled him off of me. It was great! I came harder than I had ever cum before. His cock stayed rock hard for the remainder of the school day. After school we went to his house and he sucked my some more and fucked the shit out of me. We finished just moments before his parents got home from work! We saw a whole lot of each other when I had first shaved it, then the novelty wore off. I guess he found another smoother pussy to suck. He was hooked, just not on my pussy. Funny, it had been just about the same amount of time since I had last seen Tyler that I had last seen China. That was several years after school and it had been several years since then too.

Now, Mistress Starcia possessed an extraordinary pussy! Her clit had me in a trance at first sight! I had truly wanted to eat her pussy the other night! Lick it with those long and little licks like Tyler used to lick me with and drive me a little crazy. And suck her clit. It was bigger than mine. It was almost fully exposed between her pussy lips even when they were only slightly parted. I wanted to devour her fully. My desire to eat her was so intense you would have thought that I was a lezzie or had at least munched on someone's cunt before. Since I had no experience to draw on I would have used Tyler's technique. I had wanted to please her totally-- still did and would if I ever got the opportunity to see her again. I missed her already in one describable word-- desperately. I had gotten close to it, but I hadn't quite eaten her pussy. Not yet. I had merely kissed it. And only once, at that! Why had she denied me a chance to be like Tyler and suck her cunt to my hearts content? If I could suck and lick her like I planned she would have been pleased with me. What if I never see her again? Oh, no, I mustn't think that. A wave of desolation struck me. No, think positive. Remember how nice she was to you? She had been nice. She had been like a Queen. I would serve her loyally if she would have me.

Mmmmm! Starcia. Starcia. Mistress Starcia, her voice returned with a tone of seriousness repeating itself in my mind. Mistress Starcia, I had repeated it obediently. Mistress Starcia! Her superb body flashed before my eyes. Full breast and long nipples. Her provocative jewelry: pierced nipples, both of them. Most of all oh yes, most of all, the delicate golden hoops on her plump pussy lips. I remembered first catching site of them. She was standing close enough for me to feel the heat of her very attractive body. Pardon me, she said as she picked up the phone and engaged my eyes. Good evening, was all I heard her say. She stood there, her gown openly revealing butter soft skin. Then she looked at me. Probingly-- searching my eyes for something she must have known was coming. She looked down at my body reminiscent of how she had looked at me when she answered the door. Her evocative looking at me made me look back at her. I looked down at her wondrous breasts and long hard nipples in which I could now clearly see each contained a dangling chain and a crystal. I let my eyes wander down further to find a tiny jeweled earring in her pretty navel and an almost unseen body chain around her lean waist. I couldn't move as a wave of profound interest overcame me. I felt my organs pulsating with awareness of new and mounting urges. Are you interested in doing something with me? I heard her say, breaking the muted silence which until now only contained the sound of my heart racing and my deepening breath. Was she talking to me? Was she asking me if I was interested in doing something with her? I wished for it. She looked at me again drawing me into her eyes and then lowering her eyes to my lower waist area. My eyes followed her lead and I looked down to her lower waist. She appeared to lean back inviting me to explore her explicit and wonderful nakedness as she continued her conversation Are you interested in doing something with me? her words kept repeating in my head in her sultry voice. She was speaking aloud on the phone again, but her voice became mute as I stole my first good look at her shaved plump and pierced pussy. It was much more than a glance. I was fixated. The scent I had first noticed when entering her living space now became an intense aroma that filled my nostrils. I shuddered and felt a weakness in my knees that caused me to lean forward slightly. My eyes begged for an even closer look at her. I had never really seen another pussy other than my own. I was mesmerized at its beauty. Her pussy was beautiful. It really was! My mouth began to water as it had when I was with her. It felt like I was with her all over again.

The vision of her pussy even in my daydream made my mouth hungry for her. I sighed deeply. I hadn't been out of the house for the past two days. I had met Mistress Starcia on Friday night and now it was Sunday. I hadn't been able to escape her vivid beauty and the provocative images she had embedded in my mind. She was in my every conscious and subconscious moment. I felt displaced every so often & would begin to think I hadn't really been with her as if she were a dream. I hadn't so much as touched her except having held her hands. She had kissed me once. A deep profound kiss of two women's volatile tongues having found the lust that lies constrained within them. It was my first kiss with a woman. Before I could catch my breath, she had explained to me what a Mistress was. She was a kind and sensitive woman. She had said it had to do with service. I didn't really understand though. She alluded that she would show me more. I was eager for her to be my teacher! I had been at the height of unknown pleasure and nearly out of my senses with her in hardly any time at all. I wanted her like I had never wanted anything. My passions were so intense. I hardly knew myself, it seemed. The experience teases me as being almost unreal but I know it occurred. I have her note. It smells fragrantly sweet like her pussy.

When I last saw her she had stood before me, in her striking beauty. She stood tall over me. I was all arms and legs open wide, writhing on her chaise. I looked at her exquisite pussy. Her clit was throbbing and dripping and flowing with her milky white juices. Kiss this clit before you. Make it yours, she commanded me. I didn't hesitate. I wanted to devour her all at once. She sensed my impatience and placed her hand in front of her pussy just as my anxious watering mouth reached it but I met the back of her hand instead. A kiss, I said, and nothing more. No tongue and no open mouth. Do you understand? she reminded of me. She pulled my inquisitive face towards hers and my eyes met hers. Yes. I answered sincerely. Yes, Mistress Starcia. she repeated. Yes, Mistress Starcia, I replied not wanting to disappoint or anger her. I would do everything she wanted exactly as she wanted it.

I did. I had trusted her. This would remain our special secret. Our chance meeting that I had not wanted to end anytime soon. I had been innocent just an hour ago. I had not been looking for intimacy. I was going to meet China. Now I could easily visualize this gorgeous woman, Mistress Starcia, standing before me and I, on the brink of eating, no correct that, I must be exact, kissing my very first pussy. Mistress Starcia would be my memorable first. I love to remember and repeat her name even. As I drew my lips close to her persuasive pussy, once more, I braced for her to stop me but I prayed silently that she wouldn't. She would surrender and let me kiss her clit and maybe then she would let me suck it for a while. How long? Let me be like Tyler. I would be her Cindy. She would be my candy. I drew on her emotionally and physically satisfying scent. The aroma of her pussy harkened me back to the thought of my smelling myself when I first shaved my pussy. She was so, so different though. She smelled fragrant, elegant, desirable. It wasn't just sex. This was like a gift. I know it is a strange way to describe her giving herself to me, however I was a virgin to this experience and she was, as such, my virgin pussy. I would never forget her. I drew closer to her inviting open mound of perfect flesh. It glistened with her juices, white and pure. I would be sure to keep my eyes open and maintain my composure. I was however, shaking with uncontrollable desire. She steadied my shoulder as I leaned forward slowly and turned my head ever so slightly so that my closed lips would surround and get the fullest plant on her clitoris. Just one kiss, my slave, she uttered intently. I pursed my lips. My pussy was dripping wet. My own clit so very, very hard! It tingled like a warm flame was dancing all around it. I wanted to touch it so that it might explode and let my juices run down my legs even more than was already occurring, but that might spoil whatever Mistress Starcia had in store for me later. I guessed she was taking it slow with me because she knew she was the first woman I had ever been with. She didn't move. I could feel her looking at me with her deep and mysteriously penetrating eyes. I wanted it to be perfect. It was just a kiss. It was just one kiss. My lips touched her clit and I lingered for as long as I could against her hot hardness. My lips became wet. I hoped she wouldn't think that I had opened my mouth as she had instructed me not to do. It had been very hard to follow her instructions. For an innocent, I was in for it. Everything she wanted of me that night I would accomplish. I knew when to lift my lips from her healthy clit. I had to before I felt it throb or before I weakened further. Any positive sign that she was getting pleasure from me would surely sink my performance. I would become a tigress, I felt. I wished one quick wish that she would say suck me now, but she didn't. I drew back steadily. My tongue immediately shot from between my lips to lick them and taste her royal sweetness. My first taste of pussy. M mmm, the fresh and full sexiness of it. I licked my lips over and over sucking them in to enjoy every drop of her private essence. She was absolutely scrumptious! Her human honey could melt away all my ills. Her gentle hands caressed my face. I looked up at her with begging childlike eyes. I wanted and needed her approval. She looked down at me inquisitively. She was reading my mind, I thought. She knows all about me. Was she passing her thoughts to me? There was a pregnant pause between us. My anticipation of what would happen next was mind bending.

Brrring. The telephone rang interrupting our sensuous silence that had not yet heralded in our rewards. I wish I could say I had her undivided attention. She looked at me longingly as she stepped back from my kneeling body. Her hands parted from my face. I loved her every touch. I hadn't touched her yet! I hadn't yet caressed any part of her magnificent body. My nipples were still on fire from her pinches. Bbrrring! The phone rang urgently once more shattering our even more powerful silence. Now I cursed the phone that had been my assistant when I first admired her body. There was a brief conversation then, what I could remember of it. Oh, yes, Are you interested in doing something with me? she had said. Had she been talking to me? What about me? Please end that phone call and come back to me. I want you Mistress. I am your slave devoted to your attention.

Mistress. Not a woman seeing a married man? Her elegant robe was in front of me on the floor. It smelled like a forest of musk. I touched it. It was so sheer and pretty. It must have been quite expensive, it was of high quality. Perhaps couture. I picked up a panel of the robe. I hope she wouldn't mind my curiosity about it. She was truly like royalty in it. Regal. Her pussy had been beautiful in the hidden shadow of the robe's sheer quality. I pulled it towards my trembling thighs. I leaned back resting my weight on the backs of my lower legs. I pulled the robe up over my thighs and covered the front of my pussy with it. My pussy was open like a petaled flower ready to be plucked. I was still so very hot. How I hoped Mistress Starcia might want to eat my pussy when she returned. She had played around with my clit and pussy with her luscious tongue through my cotton panties before she had finally removed them. My pussy looked intriguing behind the sheer veil of fabric. I wanted to be beautiful. I wanted to express my sexiness visually. I could be more desirous if I tried just a little. Would I be able to see Mistress Starcia again? No. What if someone was to find out? I felt a sudden sense of loss. I heard a door close. I looked towards where the phone was on the bureau. It was there, Mistress Starcia wasn't. She went to the bathroom, I convinced myself. I waited for her to return. I could be patient couldn't I?

A few minutes turned into a few more. I heard another door close. I started to say something, but I thought I should remain quiet. I didn't want to draw attention to myself and there were possibly other people in the apartment, it was so huge. I waited. My passion began to subside gradually and I became concerned. Where was she? Should I get up and look for her? No. I wanted her still. I wanted her to return and grace the room with her presence and beauty. She would appreciate that I had patience. I looked around admiring the room. It was a perfect setting for our profound meeting. I pictured myself in her four-post bed. I had seen pictures of women in 69 positions. I could devour her pussy there and have her kiss and suck mine at the very same time. Oh, that would be such a tremendous thrill. I shuddered thinking about it. It could happen maybe even tonight. I looked down at my shaved pussy. Thinking about eating her pussy made the heat in my pussy start to rise again. These were wonderful pleasant feelings. I never in my wildest dreams thought a woman could inspire such thrills within me. Mistress Starcia had brought out a new awareness and the thrill seeking side of the other woman in me. The sensuous woman.

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