Submissive Training (9 page)

His attention was brought back to the group talking when he heard Kat asking about advanced courses. Now that was mightily interesting, he thought and listened harder, intrigued by the conversation, particularly perking up every time he heard Kat talk. He was keen to know what her thoughts were about her experiences so far this week, whether she could contemplate this lifestyle after the conference was over.

Gary’s presence caused him some anxiety, and Ben hoped he wasn’t aware of him hiding, sort of, in the corner of the room.

He grinned when Gary raised the issue of nakedness. Ben knew Kat clearly had problems in that area. He relaxed back in his seat when he heard Gary leave, and continued to unashamedly listen in on their talk.

When they got to the demo on using a feather, he nearly chuckled out loud. How he would love to show Kat what uses a feather could have. He visualized running it up and down her body as she lay spread-eagled on a bed, tickling her open thighs, teasing her breasts as she lay quivering.

As for the other demos, Shibari was a Japanese style of sexual bondage. Although he loved tying up his subs, he had never got around to attending any classes on the art of Shibari. And it really was an art form, even if an erotic one. He considered what Kat’s face might be like when he bound a rope around her breasts forcing them upward or drew it up tight between her legs, her long, long legs.

He groaned silently. God how he wanted to ease it up her cleft, between her pussy lips, and hear her moan.

Stopping his imaginings, he concentrated on their conversation. They were talking further about queening stools. Now that was something he had never used. Not that he avoided cunnilingus. A queening stool allowed one person to sit over the other’s face without suffocating them. But he always did it from the top. It went against the grain for him to be on the bottom. He daydreamed again, thinking of Kat lying back on the bed while he pulled her knees over his shoulders and leaned his head forward to lick her folds, pushing his tongue deeply into her moist pussy, his teeth closing over her pulsing clit. There were so many things he wanted to introduce her to, watching her as she discovered her sexuality.

He had problems stifling the groan that that image gave him. He glanced around the chair. None of them seemed interested in leaving.

Dammit
. He needed to go back to his room and jerk off badly, very badly.

Well, there was no one else around and no cameras he ascertained that could see him as he sat facing the corner of the room, so he quietly opened his jeans and lifted his throbbing cock out, covering it with a handkerchief he thankfully had in his pocket.

Stroking it gently at first, he continued to look furtively around him, hoping no one would notice. He could still hear their discussion in the background, and they were some distance away. Taking a harder grip he jerked his cock up, squeezing it firmly, his other hand gripping the arm of his chair as the sensation of pleasure washed over him.
Ah God. That feels good
. His head went back, and his eyes closed tightly as the image of Kat naked hit the front of his vision, her legs wide open, her pussy bare of curls that he expected would be red.

The newspaper he had been reading earlier which he had laid down on the arm of the chair rustled as he moved.

Shit
!

He stopped. It was murder as he waited anxiously to see if there was any cessation in their conversation. His blood was pounding so heavily he could hardly hear.

“So what do you envisage doing when you finish the course, Kat?” asked one of the group, clearly not having heard him.

Hell
. He really wanted to listen to her response, but he equally really needed to finish what he was doing. The throbbing in his cock was excruciating so taking a very tight grip he jerked up and then it was all over, and he spurted into his handkerchief, stifling the yell he so badly needed to let out.

The door opened, covering any noise he made. “Ah, here you all are. I’m surprised you didn’t go into the demo. You really should take every opportunity to attend all the activities.”

Shit, shit, shit
. It was Monica. He quickly stuffed his wilting cock back into his jeans and quietly did the zip up, stuffing the now wet handkerchief into the side of the chair.

Clearly unsettled by Monica’s presence, the group left quickly. He continued to sit there silently, hoping she hadn’t seen him. He didn’t dislike her but didn’t want her to notice anything untoward, and she certainly would smell his semen. Thankfully she left, too. Breathing a sigh of relief that he was finally alone, he was absolutely amazed that they hadn’t heard him.

He may be sated momentarily, but the images he had of Kat were etched on his brain. He didn’t want her there, yet neither did he want to replace those images with anyone else. If only she had shown herself to be more submissive, but when it came to it, she had shown him her assertive side instead.

Wearily forcing himself to his feet, he retrieved the soiled handkerchief and went back to his room.

Chapter Seven

Day Four

Kat reluctantly walked into the room for today’s session, fearing Maurice might be there. The room was pretty full already. The class was standing around several tables that had been pushed together and had various items on them.

Thankfully it wasn’t an individual class. After what happened yesterday, she very nearly chickened out. She couldn’t go through that again just yet, despite her desire to show Ben she could be submissive.

She moved further into the room and took an inquisitive look at the table. It was covered with various forms of restraints from what she could tell. Her excitement rose. Although Ellie had been the one to persuade her to come to the conference and Kat had initially been reluctant, all the things she had learned so far were fascinating, far more than she expected, and last night’s harness demo that they had snuck into late had been mind-boggling.

“Okay, everyone. Quiet now.”

Kat jumped. She hadn’t noted that the trainer was in the room ready to start. She glanced around warily. The speaker was Gary, and there was no sign of Ben or Maurice. She breathed a sigh of relief and then felt slightly guilty for feeling that way.

“You all got a chance yesterday to experience a form of bondage furniture, and most likely you were restrained in some fashion. This session is to show you more variety of restraints that may be used. There are thousands more available than are on the table. This is just to give you a flavor of what’s out there. I think most of them are self-explanatory, the obvious cuffs, ropes, chains. But what I want you to do is wander around the table examining the items. Don’t feel worried about touching them. We want you to do that, to feel the weight, how they lock, and so on.”

Ellie, who had arrived with her, immediately got stuck into the activity. With glee she piped up, “Master Gary, may we ask questions?”

“By all means. Fire away.”

She held up some complicated looking chains with several clamps on the ends turning it this way and that. “What on earth is this, Sir, and how does it affix?”

He laughed. “Ah. I am not making this lesson too easy. For now just examine the items. In a little while you will pair up and try them out, and I will come around and advise you. At that time, you can see how that particular chain configuration will work.”

“I have a question, too. Surely not all of these are to tie you to something like a hook or frame or bed.”

“Thank you for that question, Celia, even if you forgot the courtesy to use my title.” The class laughed softly as Celia flushed. “And you are perfectly correct. The blindfold you are holding, for instance doesn’t tie you down to anything, but it does restrain you, it restrains one of your senses and impairs movement, which is what these items are all about. What I will say though is that your Master will take care to try to use things they can release quickly in an emergency and to avoid tying you in any one position for too long as this could cause circulation problems.”

They all clustered around the table. Ellie raised her wrist, which she had encircled with a cuff. “Look, you can undo it with one hand!” She pulled on a bolt with the same finger and thumb of that hand. “See, you can pull this, and it undoes easily.”

“So it does.” Kat had a go.

One of the others then lifted a clothes peg and asked why it was on the table.

Gary answered. “I thought that would be rather obvious. Think of the action. What do you do with it?”

“Attach clothes to a line.” The girl was still confused.

“Would anyone like to enlighten her?” Her jaw dropped when she was told it was used to
clamp
things, not necessarily clothes.

Kat shuddered. She didn’t want to think about putting a peg on her own nipples.

After wandering around the table just looking for a bit, she was then drawn to a metal bar about two foot long with leather cuffs attached to each end. She lifted it up and studied it, guessing you could tie your hands to either end and it could then be attached to a hook in a wall or something.

“Okay, you’ve had a good investigation. Keep whatever you are holding and pair up and try it out.”

Ellie appeared at her side excitedly. “Is that a spreader bar?”

“A what?”

“For spreading the legs.”

“The legs!”

“Yeah. Let’s go over to that chair so you can sit down, and I’ll attach it.” Kat followed her over to the chair and sat as directed. Ellie then pulled her legs apart. She resisted an impulse to squeal. It was one thing to spread your legs for the person you are attracted to but quite another thing to do it for someone else.

Master Gary came over to assist. “There are a variety of bars of varying lengths. You have to be careful not to stretch a person so much that there is pressure on their muscles. Some might have ropes or others with pre-molded shackles to go around the leg. But be careful of her ankles.”

As he was speaking, he and Ellie had attached the bar to her legs. It was actually quite erotic.

“Now tell me, Kat,” asked Gary, “what would be the purpose of using this? No, Ellie, you cannot answer.”

Kat held back a grin at Ellie’s downcast expression. “Um, I guess you could attach it to a bed or cross and use it to spread-eagle the sub.”

“Yes, but that wasn’t what I was getting at. Why spread-eagle them in the first place? Go on, Ellie, you may answer.”

“It stops the sub from closing their legs and gives the Master unrestricted access to their pussy.”

“Exactly.” Kat could feel herself going very red as Master Gary looked toward her groin. She hoped he wouldn’t demonstrate. “But I can also give you another reason, and that is spread open like this, there is no way the sub can rub her legs together to give herself a climax.” If she wasn’t already red, she would certainly have exploded in color at that point. Thankfully, Gary left to move onto the next pair, and Ellie was undoing the bar.

They tried it out on Ellie next, who provided a laugh when she tried to walk in it and couldn’t. “Well, it certainly stops the submissive from escaping. Take it off me. I want to try out those chains I saw earlier.”

Kat groaned at Ellie’s enthusiasm. As Ellie raced back to the table, Kat looked around her and smothered a smile at the sight of Celia with a leather collar on and a leash attached. She was trying to pull it out of the hand of her partner. Another girl had stripped off her bra and top, and Gary was showing them how to bind ropes around her breasts without causing pain. A yell came from the far end of the room and she turned to look. They were trying out some metal shackles. Kat winced. She guessed they had hit an ankle bone or something.

Ellie returned with the funny-looking restraints and a bemused look on her face. “Okay. I am still no clearer understanding how these work than I was before.”