The First Lesson of the Bedroom

“Y, you can trust me, sir,” she stammered. “I, I really want to learn.”

“Good,” I said. I walked over to a large crank on the wall. Turning it slowly, I lowered Cheryl to the stone floor, continuing until her manacled hands rested before her stomach. I locked the crank in placed and proceeding back to the young woman, I unlocked the manacles, leaving them hanging in the air.

“Now,” I said, leveling the riding crop towards her. “Your studies begin. Follow me.”

I turned from her and walked over to a twin sized bed and a chair set in one of the corners. I sat down on the chair. Following my example, Cheryl sat down on the bed.

“Lie down,” I commanded. The girl complied, stretching out on top of the sheets.

“As I said, to masturbate you have two main areas to focus on: your breasts and your pussy. Go ahead and place a hand on each.

“For the breasts, you have a few things you can do. You can pinch your nipples, roll them between your fingers, and pull at them. You can run your hands over your breasts, pulling and squeezing them as you see fit.

“To masturbate your pussy, you will rub and pinch your clit. You can also run your fingers along your labia, as well as pushing them in and out of your cunt. Understand?”

The young blonde nodded, an unsure look on her face.

“Go ahead and try,” I said.

She started by gentling rubbing at breast, squeezing it every so often, and by caressing her clit. Licking her lips, she began to pull and pinch at her nipple, the pace of her touch increasing. A look of exasperation appeared on her face. Cheryl lowered her hand from her breast to her pussy and began to pump her fingers into her pussy, her other hand busy frigging her clit. Sweat broke out on her brow as low moans escaped from her mouth.

“Aggggh,” she cried out, arching her hips up away from the bed. Panting, the young woman removed her hands away from her crotch.

“W, what was that?” Cheryl panted.

“That was an orgasm,” I said. “A tiny part of the pleasure you will receive when pleasing a man. But remember, it is something that you cannot keep to yourself. Your orgasms must bring pleasure to a man.”

“Okay,” Cheryl said listlessly.

“You’re tired,” I said. “Get some sleep. In the morning, I will wake you for breakfast. I will also check to see if you have masturbated as well. If you’ve noticed, your hands are wet right now from vaginal excretions. I’ll explain that later, but your hands and crotch had better be dry in the morning.”

She nodded, closing her eyes.