Archive-name: Slaves/learnex1.txt
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Archive-title: Learning Experiences #1


You have never done this before. I have. We have discussed it at length:
the limits, the boundaries, the definitions. We have set the scene. This
time, at least, I will do whatever you ask. You wish only obedience, no
resistance, no begging, no asking, no fighting. A safeword is set, but I
trust you, I don't feel I will need to use it, and I tell you this. It
eases your nervousness.

You lead me to the bedroom and tell me to undress. I do it slowly, let you
drink in the sight of my naked body for the first time. When I have
completely undressed, when I stand naked before you, you do nothing but look
for a few minutes. And even the simplicity of the act of looking arouses
both of us: you for the sight, me for the knowledge that the sight pleases
you, arouses you.

'Lie down,' you whisper, and I move to the bed. I lie on my back, my eyes
never leaving your face, my breathing slow and calm, my soul at peace. You
are timid to use your power and you ask me again what is acceptable for you
to do, to order me to do. 'Anything,' I say, smiling. 'Anything at all.'

You direct, I obey.

You tell me first to spread my legs apart and to begin playing with my
breasts, to arouse myself slowly, tease and touch and squeeze the breasts
and nipples alike. While I do this, you too undress. But your eyes never
leave my actions. I notice your growing arousal: your penis begins to
stiffen. And I too am growing more aroused as my nipples harden under my
own ministrations. Masturbation is lonely, but shared it is ofttimes better
than 'sex', and having an audience may make me shy, but somehow it increases
the pleasure as well. I tell you these thoughts, and you nod, agreeing.

Your next order is no surprise. You tell me to start teasing my now
moist vagina. I am allowed only to touch lightly, to skirt, to explore
the slowly swelling labia, to tickle the clitoris. Anytime I start to do
more you reprimand me, but gently. You start stroking and rubbing your
organ and it grows, pushing from the foreskin. I am fascinated: I have
never been with an uncircumcised man.

It grows more and more difficult for me to keep merely teasing, and I
try to increase my motions, my intensity of masturbation. All the while
I have continued playing with one breast, and I already ache for release.
You walk to me and remove my hands from my sex, and order me to place my
wrists together, holding my arms above my head. You tie them gently but
securely together, then blindfold me. If I was not already within your
complete control, I am now.

I gasp as I feel your mouth on my nipple, sucking and licking. You reach
to my other with one hand, gently sucking on the one, more roughly treating
the other. The contrast makes me moan in pleasure, and I begin to squirm.
Somehow, even blindfolded, I sense your smile.

I am very aroused, and I know you understand how much I want the culmination,
the release of orgasm. Yet, at the same time, I never want this to end.

I feel movement and you are between my thighs, kissing gently. When your
finger enters me, I thrust my hips upward in a completely involuntary
motion, and a soft cry of pleasure escapes my lips. Slowly you draw your
finger out, and now you begin to lick. Your tongue traces the shape of my
sex, learning, memorizing, teasing. You move your attentions occasionally
to my clitoris, but only briefly each time, then return to teasing. You
start increasing the rapidity with which you lick and the length of stay 
at the clitoris. As the pace increases, I begin again to moan.

Finally, as I think I can stand it no longer, you stop. I think for a moment
this, too, is a tease, but I am wrong. You enter me with an almost violent
thrust and I cry out your name. We move together and I clench my inner
muscles at each downstroke. We moan in chorus, in the passionate song of
love.

I achieve my orgasm first, but my cries and moans of passion bring you
to your peak. You, too, cry out, and every cry each of us makes is an echo
of the word 'love'.

You slow, you stop.

After a brief pause, you remove my binds and we hold each other in the
aftermath, whispering endearments.

'Sleep tight, my love, my lover.'

And our sleep is peaceful, tonight.
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