WVC Ch. 17: Training 01

Thinking she was done, I stood up again, stretching. Behind me, Erika stopped with the beating. I shivered as she ran her hand lightly over my reddened buttocks, feeling the heat, letting her cool fingers trail across my flaming skin. She must have dropped the whip or paddle, or whatever she was using because she palmed both of my blazing ass cheeks in her hands. Stepping close to me, she whispered in my ear as she caressed them.

"I so love it when a pair of shapely, muscular ass cheeks glow with the reddish tint of a good spanking."

On the table, Mistress lifted her head, struggling to rise up onto her elbow. She watched my bobbing hard-on for a moment before raising her gaze to meet mine. Spreading her booted legs wider, she her fingers slide between them, idly stroking the button at the top of her cleft. It looked even bigger, like it was growing under all the attention.

"More."

The woman's appetite was inexhaustible. I took a deep breath and bent to apply my tongue to her sopping wet pussy. Almost immediately, she started trembling, squirting more of the clear fluid into my mouth.

Behind me, Erika sighed audibly and walked away, leaving my reddened buttocks slightly cooled from her gentle fingertips. I didn't expect the reprieve to last very long, and as the echo of her high heels signaled her return, I held my breath, still lapping at the distended knob sticking out from Mistress' pussy. I didn't have to wait long. There was a soft swish through the air before the whip landed, more painful than anything I'd experienced so far. I screamed and lunged forward, spearing my tongue deep into Mistress.

That sent her off on another series of orgasmic convulsions. Wrapping her thighs around my ears, she grabbed the back of my head and held me tight. With my hard cock bobbing wildly, I danced on my toes as another whip stroke landed across my bared ass, just inches below the previous one. I was preparing for yet another stinging assault when I felt the gentle fingertips of my trainer slid onto my blazing skin instead.

Gulping for air, l tried to breathe as Mistress squeezed the sides of my head, trapping me by the pincers of her thighs. As Erika continued to fondle my ass cheeks, now squeezing and massaging them, I began to move with her, matching her vigorous massage with my own writhing hip motions. Sliding one hand down between my parted ass cheeks to finger and tease my sphincter, my trainer then reached lower to cup my hanging balls and whispered.

"You like this, don't you, Bill?"

"Mmm."

I tried to reply, but my answer was completely muffled as Mistress still gripped my head in the vise of her thighs. Erika cradled my balls, rolling them in her palm as Mistress collapsed, falling back onto the table, totally exhausted. Resting on the edge of the table between her open legs, I glanced under my torso. My throbbing cock swung back and forth, bouncing against the restraining leash, my cockslit gaping wide and drooling lubricating fluid.

I stayed bent over and watched as Erika slid her hand up farther between my spread thighs, stretching up to find my engorged cock, fingers tickling the pulsing veins that lined the thick shaft. Her firm breasts pressed against my back as she leaned over me and circled my bloated stalk. As she squeezed, I moaned softly.

"Your big penis is ready to explode, isn't it?"

I started thrusting against her grip, trying desperately to find release, panting with the exertion. With my head down, I didn't even try to answer her this time, preferring to let my rhythmic hip movement speak for me. As I got closer to the edge, she stopped, abruptly pulling her hand away just before I came. When I lifted my head in frustration, I saw that Mistress was watching us.

"Not tonight, Bill. If you ever ejaculate without permission, when you've expressly been forbidden, you will be severely punished. Remember that."

"Yes Mistress."

As I straightened up, she gazed down at my engorged cockhead as it protruded out before me, dark purple and angry looking, bulging out from the black leather restraint, and smiled.

"I think you've had enough for your first training session. Erika, release him."

As I stood there, breathing heavily, my trainer stepped in front of me with her full breasts swaying invitingly. With a long thin whip dangling from her wrist, she unclipped the leash from my cock collar, and then released the tether from the leather band around my neck. Bending over, those rounded globes swung freely beneath her torso as she delicately unlaced the leather strap around my quivering hard-on. I could feel her warm breath wash over the swollen knob, shiny and wet from the constant drool streaming from the open hole.

Sliding it off my erection, she stood up and watched my rigid pole pulse excitedly. I gasped as she rubbed her thumb back and forth across the gaping eye, smearing the clear fluid over the taut skin and making it shinier than ever. Squeezing the base of my trembling stalk, she milked me, drawing more pre-cum up the full length of my bloated log and collected a large drop on the surface of her thumb. Grinning, she released me and met my gaze as she deliberately slipped her thumb between her lips and sucked.

"Yup. You taste just as sweet as I remember."

Mistress sat up and stretched, arching her back and shoving her superb breasts out toward us. Dark red and ferociously erect, her nipples stared back at me. My stiff cock lurched upward as I admired her glorious body.

As Mistress Shannon slid off the table and strolled to the back of the oversized room, I appreciated her shapely figure, her hips swaying with each step and her rounded ass revolving atop her long legs, the pale skin in sharp contrast to the black leather thigh boots. Without a look back, she disappeared behind a curtain hung from the high ceiling.

After tossing the leash and cock collar carelessly onto the table, Erika knelt between my feet, avoiding the hard cock jutting out from my crotch as she unfastened the spreader bar. My muscles were very stiff, and I walked painfully as she helped me to the door.

Pausing after she unbolted it, she turned to me and let her hand rest on my bare chest, toying with one semi-erect nipple, smiling.

"I enjoyed tonight, Bill."

She looked almost shy in the dim light as she fingered my stiffening button. I wanted to take her in my arms and give her a hug, but I didn't. I just smiled back at her.

"So did I Erika."

Looking down, she left my pulsing nipple and trailed her fingers down my torso. My cock was still hard, the leather strap tight around my balls. Gripping my swollen pole at the base of my shaft, she squeezed.

"So I see."

Taking her hand away, she grinned as she gestured up the stairs.

"There's a shower upstairs if you want to clean-up before going back to your dorm room. Goodnight."

With that, she gently pushed me out the door and shut it behind me, leaving me alone with my raging erection. I did take a shower, and as I luxuriated under the stinging spray, I tried to imagine what Mistress Shannon and Erika were doing downstairs. Some kind of Club debriefing? Or were they playing some more?

If this was the first training, what would the second one be like? And how many were there? As I trekked back across campus, my mind was busy, even if my body was exhausted. Once I arrived back at my dorm room, I promptly fell asleep, lying across my bed without ever turning down the sheets.

I didn't find the e-mail from the German department until the next morning.