dozens of needles in my back or breasts.
“Do not speak unless spoken to,” Master Neil
raised his voice slightly, and I instantly cowered from it, fearing
the sting of the paddle. “This will be your only warning, Miss
Nguyen. Next time you speak out of turn, I will pull down your
underwear in front of everyone in this room and spank you until
your ass is blazing red.”
My cheeks flushed at the very thought of it,
to be bent over his desk, my pale butt exposed to all the other
ladies. The very idea of it instantly made me want to swallow my
own tongue. Thank God I had remembered to say master instead of
sir.
“Now, where was I before I was so rudely
interrupted.” He glared at me a final time before continuing, “Ah
yes, it is of the utmost importance to us here at the Napa Valley
Body Awareness Resort to provide a fun and safe learning
environment for our students. There will be some classes where
group participation is required. For those classes, we enlist the
help of local volunteers. All of our staff and volunteers are
regularly tested for sexually transmitted diseases and general
overall health. However, we also employ the use of condoms for
classes that are more physical in nature, to protect against the
possibility of unwanted pregnancy.”
This struck a chord with me. What did he mean
they used condoms? As far as I was aware, most BDSM schools had a
strict no penetration policy.
“Due to the nature of these classes, you will
not be able to choose your partners when paired together. We
request that you treat our volunteers with the utmost respect, and
they will do the same to you. Now, do we have any questions?”
Mary and I were the only two to raise our
hands, and I felt a bit unsettled that the other girls didn't find
some of the things that Master Neil had said confusing. Didn't
Wilma care that he was talking about condoms? She had a husband.
Surely, her husband would care if she was unfaithful to him, school
or no school.
“Mary,” Master Neil addressed Miss
Firecracker first, and I lowered my hand as I waited for her to ask
her question.
“Am I going to be having sex with a whole lot
of men?” she asked with a devious smile. “Cause I'd really like to
have sex with as many men as possible while I'm here.”
“I'm sure you'll get your fill while you're
here, Miss Flanders,” he chuckled at his optimism.
“Good. Cause I'm recently divorced, and it's
time to start living again.” Mary slapped her palm against the top
of her desk as if it was a declaration. She made the place sound
more like a brothel than a school, quickly devaluing it in my
eyes.
“Miss Nguyen, you had a question?” Master
Neil turned his attention to me.
“I think that answered it.” I glared up at
him, and then instantly tried to soften my gaze, remembering that
he could kick me out any time he liked.
“We've made special arrangements for you, if
that's what you're worried about.” He took note of my sour
expression.
Special arrangements? Did that mean I would
get to leave this place with my virginity intact? I certainly hoped
so, but was too embarrassed to ask. Apparently, all of these other
girls were more than eager to make sluts of themselves.
“Anyone else?” Master Neil asked, and when no
one responded, he continued on with his lecture. “Not only do the
practices of BDSM allow you to explore your body, but they also
allow you to expand your mind. Many people like to embody different
personas during their role play. For instance, someone who is
usually very assertive during their regular life, might enjoy
taking on a more submissive role during their play sessions,
enjoying the ability to let someone else take charge for once. It's
important to let yourself go and remember that this is all just for
pleasure and enjoyment. Free your mind and take a fresh perspective
on new experiences. Embrace your chosen role.”
I tried to do my best to absorb everything
Master Neil was saying. As it was, I felt