Alternative Education

"Mr. Detrick believes that your wife is submissive and that somewhere deep inside your cowering shell is a Dom."

"A what?"

"A Dom, a man with a dominate side that needs to be in control."

"You are a Domme and Donna is a submissive, right?"

"Yes. I am Donna's mistress. Make no mistake, I love her dearly and she loves me. If Mr. Detrick is correct, and I have never known him to be wrong, then soon you and your wife will share the same kind of relationship."

Terry and I, happy again? Well, maybe for the first time. Me in control of my own home, me in control of my life again, the thought began to burn in my head and I liked the way if felt. I thought back to when I had lost control and how it had snowballed until recently I had just been getting by. Not just at home either, at work too. Suddenly I realized how close to the edge I had come before finally putting my foot down and I shuddered. I looked up at Annita with hope and eagerness shining in my eyes and she smiled. Not the thin tight smile but a genuine warm smile.

The weeks passed quickly and every day new doors were opened up to me. People at work noticed right away. They asked if I had started working out or if I had cut my hair. People who wouldn't have given me the time of day six weeks ago started asking for my opinion and calling me "Sir". My home life was wonderful; Donna was a great cook and she kept my house immaculate. Annita gave me lessons every night, but they didn't seem like lessons, it was more like we just sat around talking. Life was good for once, but I didn't know how much better it could get.

One week before Terry was to come home, Annita and I were finishing dinner. Donna was standing by the dining room door, ready to get us anything we needed, as she always did while we ate. She was wearing the same style of maid's outfit that she'd had on the first day we met. Annita was wearing one of her typical conservative outfits with a high-buttoned collar and long black skirt that reached her ankles. Her hair was, as always, pulled back into a severe bun perched high on the back of her head and she still wore her glasses, although I had learned that she didn't need them at all.

Annita put her fork down and gently dabbed at the corners of her mouth with her napkin. "A very good meal, Donna," she said as she put her napkin down on the table. She turned to me. "Well, I think you have finally learned enough to go to the next level."

This was high praise from her and it brought a smile to my lips. "Thank you. So what is the next level?"

"Donna, clear the table and then come back to us. Leave the dishes until later."

"Yes, Mistress Annita." Donna quickly cleared the table and then returned. All the while Annita hadn't said a thing.

Finally she spoke. "As I'm sure you have guessed, Donna and I are lovers."

"Yes, I gathered that."

Annita nodded. "You have learned the lifestyle outside of sex, now it is time for you to learn how to be the lover your wife needs. Tonight you will watch Donna and I together. I want you to watch how I treat her. Study what you see, don't just view it as an erotic show, but learn from it."

I blinked several times, but her training was shaping me, changing me from my old fumbling self into something more and I managed to maintain my composure. "Thank you. This is more than I had expected," I said.

She smiled, apparently approving of my response. "Go sit in the living room. Donna and I shall be there soon."

I nodded and rose. I felt a little awkward sitting in the living room by myself so I got up and fixed myself a tom collins, having given up beer, and then sat in a chair that would give me a good view of most of the room. Presently Donna entered and quickly moved the coffee table out of the center of the room. She laid a large cloth-covered pad in the middle of the floor and then dropped two fluffy pillows in white satin cases down. She then removed her shoes and knelt in the center of the pad with her head dropped, looking down. She waited like that for several minutes, not saying a word, and I wondered if she was expecting me to do something, but I was just supposed to watch and learn so I sat there quietly and waited with her.

Maybe ten minutes later Annita stepped into the room. When I saw her it took every ounce of self-control I had to keep myself from staring. Gone were the conservative clothes. In their place she wore a tight black leather corset with purple trim that lifted and held her breasts but did not cover them. She did not wear panties and her shaven pussy was bare and oh so beautiful. Her nether lips were distended and gaping slightly and her prominent clit was already visible, poking up from its velvety hood. Black hose, held up by purple garters attached to the corset, covered her legs and on her feet she wore a pair of black three-inch spike heels. I finally forced my eyes from her incredible body and up to her face. Her hair was no longer pulled back and wrapped up in a bun. Now it flowed down around her face and over her shoulders like an angel's halo. She stood in the doorway for a full minute studying Donna, and then moved forward. For the first time I noticed that in her hand she held a short black riding crop. She moved behind Donna and laid the crop on her shoulder. I saw Donna quiver and in her eyes I saw a burning desire that I had never seen before.

"Stand up, little one," Annita said softly and immediately Donna rose to her feet in a single fluid motion.

Annita walked around her Donna, dragging the tip of the crop over her pet's body suggestively, letting it dip down into the deep crevice of her exposed cleavage and then moving on to slide along the gentle swell of her hips and down to slip under the short skirt of the maid's uniform and down the small girl's inner thighs.

"Remove your dress," Annita said simply once she had completed her circle.

Donna responded quickly, reaching behind her to unzip her uniform and then shrugging it down over her shoulders. Once the dress hit the floor she stepped out of it and quickly folded it and sat it aside off the mat. As soon as she was done, she moved back to the center of the mat and stood there wearing only a push-up half-bra, white cotton panties and her black stockings.

Annita hissed and moved in front of Donna. "Did I tell you this morning you were allowed to wear panties?"

Donna looked shocked and then turned bright red. "No, Mistress Annita."

"Then what is the meaning of this?" Annita asked, touching the cotton fabric with the tip of the crop.

"I'm sorry, Mistress. The maid skirt is so short and you didn't tell me to show off for Mr. Stepps. I thought you would want me to wear panties." Donna was almost crying, but fighting to hold back the tears.

"Did you ask? No! I am proud to show off my pet's pretty little ass and pussy. You know that. Apparently I have grown too lax while I tutored Mr. Stepps. Go get me my stiletto from our room. And hurry!"

Donna rushed from the room and Annita turned to me, her demeanor no longer angry, but that of the wise tutor I had come to know. "You must be firm with your wife. Do not let her start second guessing you or disobeying you even if she has some excuse."

Donna returned, flushed and out of breath, her nipples all puckered and very red. She knelt in front of Annita and offered the slim knife to her. It looked very sharp and quite dangerous.

"Stand," Annita said forcefully, and Donna stood quickly. "Face Mr. Stepps." Donna turned to face me, trembling with excitement.

Annita walked around her pet again and then gingerly slid the knife inside the elastic waistband of her cotton panties. The material parted like warm butter against the razor-sharp blade and the panties fell to the floor, revealing Donna's gorgeous sex to my hungry eyes. She too was shaved bare without even a hint of pubic hair. The scent of her wafted into the air and I wanted to rush over and press my lips and tongue between the pouting lips of her beautiful pussy. Instead I sat and looked at these two exquisite women in front of me.

Annita took the knife over to the coffee table and sat it down. "Pick up your panties and throw them away. You are not to wear panties again until the day we are leaving. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," Donna said and then quickly removed the panties from the mat where they had fallen. She hurried back from the waste-basket after discarding her ruined underwear and stood facing me, waiting for her mistress to tell her what to do.

"You know I must punish you for disobeying me."

"Yes, Mistress." Donna's eyes filled with tears and I thought she was going to weep openly, but she managed to stifle her soft sobs.

"Bend over and grab your ankles." Annita's voice was firm but somehow still loving.

Donna did as she was told immediately, placing her bare ass into the perfect position for a spanking. Annita stepped to the side and raised the riding crop, then stopped.

"You may want to watch this from over here," she said, looking directly into my eyes and motioning me to come stand on the other side of Donna.

I took my place and watched intently as Annita raised the crop again. I had never thought about spanking as being erotic before, but as Annita brought the crop down onto Donna's soft flesh my pulse quickened and I forgot to breathe. A thin red line appeared across Donna's ass where the crop struck and Donna gasped out loud.

"Thank you, Mistress," Donna said quickly, but her voice quivered and between her legs I saw her pussy lips gape open and grow moist.

Annita brought the crop up and then down and again Donna thanked her, but this time her voice broke slightly and I looked at her face and saw tears on her cheeks. A third strike landed across her beautiful rounded ass, leaving a third thin red line, and again Donna thanked her mistress. I looked up at Annita's face. She was flushed and her eyes were shining brighter than I had ever seen them. Her chest heaved as she sucked in ragged breaths and I saw just a hint of trembling in her hands. She stopped and I watched as she forced her composure back into place.

"Have you learned your lesson, my little one?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you for correcting me." Donna was having a hard time not crying and I knew she must be uncomfortable standing there, bent over, with her ass high in the air.

"You see, Mr. Stepps, Donna needs to be corrected. She actually enjoys it, and enjoys knowing that I care enough to do it. She and I love each other deeply and we trust each other. Your wife will need to be corrected too. This was a big part of why she was unhappy before. Subs need limits and control to be imposed upon them by the people who love them. Without it, they become unhappy and sometimes even self-destructive." She moved the crop until the end gently touched Donna's sopping pussy.

"Look at how aroused she is," Annita said softly, pressing the tip of the crop past Donna's gaping pussy lips and into her hole. "Move closer and look at her beautiful pussy. Smell her fragrance. Soon you will have your wife home and you will enjoy this from her."

Annita stood waiting, giving me a chance to enjoy the scene, then she moved to Donna's side and laid the riding crop gently across the small of her back. "Kneel in front of me. My pussy needs soothing."

Donna moved quickly, kneeling in front of Annita and then leaning forward. Her tongue slipped out from between her lips and touched her mistress's pouty red lips. Annita almost moaned. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back as a satisfied smile formed on her lips. Donna licked and lapped at Annita's bare sex, sucking her lips into her mouth and gently nipping at her mistress's clit until Annita grabbed her hair and pulled her away.

"Enough! For now," Annita said, her voice going from rough to soft within the three words, then motioned me back to the couch and moved to a chair near me and sat down. Her face was flushed and her chest heaved with each breath but she wasn't ready yet to let herself cum. "Go get your toys. Bring them here. Bring the lubricant too," she ordered, breathing hard between each sentence.

Once Donna had left, Annita turned to me. "Mr. Stepps, you are about to see a beautiful show. You may want to loosen your pants; feel free to take your cock out if you need to."

I loosened my belt, but still felt a little self-conscious about exposing myself. Donna returned with a large bag of assorted sex toys. I had never seen so many different vibrators, dildos, butt plugs and other assorted sexual items before. She sat the bag down on the floor and then resumed her position kneeling in front of her mistress with her head bowed.

"Well, Mr. Stepps, what would you rather see my sweet Donna here do? Fuck a huge dildo in her pussy or perhaps a double fuck with a butt plug and a vibrator?"

I was getting into the spirit of the game so I leaned forward a little and asked. "How big a dildo can she do?"

"Well, let's just see. Show Mr. Stepps your biggest dildo, pet."

Donna looked at me with an expression that was either venomous or lusty, I wasn't sure which, but she reached into the bag and retrieved a huge pink dildo that must have been four inches across and probably eighteen inches long. I had never seen any sex toy as big as this thing. She held it up so that I could see it and waited.

"Well, what do you think, Mr. Stepps. Can my sweet little Donna take that thing?"

Honestly I wasn't sure she could even squeeze the head of the monster into her sweet pussy. I stared at the dildo and then down at Donna's gaping hole. She was very wet already; in fact I could see smears of pussy juice all down her inner thighs and I realized just how turned on she was by all of this.

"No way she can take the whole thing," I said, "but how much can she take?"

"Let's find out. Donna lay back, prop your pretty little ass up on a pillow so that Mr. Stepps has a good view and then fuck yourself. You may use the lubricant. Push that dildo as deep into your pussy as you can. Remember, I know how deep you can take it so don't think you can go easy on yourself."

Donna nodded and then followed Annita's orders exactly. Very soon she had spread clear gel all over the huge pink toy, then she laid back on the mat and positioned one of the pillows under her firm round ass. She was pointed just a little away from me, but I could still see quite well as she placed the head of the massive dildo against her beautiful pussy and began to slide it in. I couldn't believe my eyes as her dark lips parted and accepted this huge toy. Inch after inch slid into her, and I became transfixed by the scene before me. She paused with about half of the thing inside her and took several deep breaths. That was when I noticed that she was sweating and her legs were shaking slightly.

"Beautiful, isn't she?" Annita said and looked over at me as I leaned slightly toward her to get a better view. She noticed what I was doing and her eyes went narrow. "Donna, didn't I tell you to make sure Mr. Stepps had a good view? And here you are turned away from him and making him lean to see your pussy. You stupid cunt!"

I thought Donna was going to cry. Without removing the dildo she quickly turned herself on the mat so that her pussy was facing me directly. "I'm sorry Mistress. Terribly sorry."

"Yes, well, continue, we'll see about your punishment when you are done."

Continue? Shit, I thought she had taken all she could take, but I was wrong. Donna again took hold of the huge dildo and began to work it even deeper into her spread pussy. Two more inches disappeared inside her and still she kept working it deeper. Now she was having to pump it in and out to make any progress, but slowly more and more of the giant plastic cock sank into her. Finally she stopped, nearly crying.

"Yes, yes, you have done well, little one," Annita cooed. "You see, Mr. Stepps, sixteen inches of cock inside her beautiful pussy. Now, my pet, turn over and put Little Joe into your sweet little ass."

Donna's eyes grew wide, but she didn't hesitate. Without taking the pink dildo out of her pussy, she rolled to her belly and fished a slender white vibrator out of her bag. She looked back at Annita and then down at the small bottle of lubricating gel.

"Yes, my dear, you may slick it up first." Annita said softly and we were rewarded with a glowing smile.

Donna quickly spread a copious amount of gel onto the vibrator and then drew her knees up under her. She reached back and pressed the pointed end of Little Joe against her puckered little hole and paused for just a second.

"Watch this now. She is very good," Annita said with pride.

She was right. Donna relaxed her muscles and slid the slim vibrator into her ass in a single fluid motion. Little Joe was maybe eight inches long, but Donna managed to slide the entire length into her hot little ass without pausing.

"Now fuck yourself with both of them," Annita commanded.

Donna looked back over her shoulder and our eyes met. Never in my life had I seen eyes so filled with lust. They flamed with her desire as she stared at me and then lowered herself down to one elbow. Using that hand to work the huge dildo in her pussy and her other hand on Little Joe, she began to fuck herself with the two toys. She moved them slowly at first and then her tempo began to increase. Soon she was pounding herself like a woman possessed, but still her eyes never left mine.

"Do you want her to cum, Mr. Stepps?" Annita asked without taking her eyes off her lover.

"Yes." The word came out of my throat hoarse and raspy and the sound of my own voice surprised me.

"Very well. Donna, you may cum now."

I guess that Donna had been holding back, because as soon as Annita spoke her body began to tremble and shake. Her eyes, so long locked on mine, closed, and her head drooped down, as her body convulsed and shook. Suddenly she groaned a long lusty groan and then collapsed onto the mat and lay still.

Annita gave her a few minutes to rest while I just stared at this beautiful woman lying on my living room floor with both her pussy and ass full and her body still quivering.

"Now, Mr. Stepps, you will receive another lesson in discipline." She turned to Donna.

"Remove your toys and stand up." Her voice held a hard edge as she spoke and Donna immediately responded, first sliding the toys from her two wet holes and then quickly scrambling to her feet. She stood facing toward Annita with her head bowed and waited.

"You disobeyed me," Annita said, her voice steely and cold. "You know I must punish you for that."

Annita walked around Donna slowly, lightly slapping her riding crop across the palm of her hand. Donna stood shaking and almost sobbing in front of her.

"You see, Mr. Stepps, how she shakes, but as you saw earlier, she is not afraid of the crop I hold. Look closer, between her legs. Go on, go to her and look at her very closely, put your finger inside her and you will see."

I wanted to leap out of my chair, but remembered my training and stood up slowly. I walked over to Donna and before I even reached her, I smelled her sex again, a strong pungent aroma that filled my nostrils and made my already-hard cock jump inside my loosend pants. I stood in front of the quivering woman and reached down with my hand to touch her pussy. My God, she was on fire. I slid a finger inside her and heard her moan. She lifted her head, ever so slightly, and for a brief second I saw her eyes. Black fire burned inside her. Lust filled her eyes and flowed out and into my soul. I thrust my finger as deep into her sex as I could and fucked her with it for just a second.

"Taste her juices. You will find her most pleasing, Mr. Stepps."

I did as Annita instructed, lifting my finger to my lips and tasting Donna's nectar. It was sweet and yet had an earthy taste that was divinely erotic.