Lisa's Anatomical Lesson

A few minutes later, Anya came back into the room, unlocking the door with a loud click and pushing it open. As she entered, she looked around to Kyle.

"I hope you've given some thought as to what you are going to do." She said, "Because if you cannot even perform this duty, then I am afraid I cannot trust Lisa to your care."

"No..." Kyle said slowly, "I know what to do." He looked ****, Lisa thought. He hadn't actually gotten a chance to tell her what he was planning, but she hoped that it would be enough for Anya. She felt herself growing wetter, the tension in the room caused her nerves to cord, she felt like she was waiting to hear her final sentence. She swallowed, and then swallowed again, wondering what Kyle might possibly do.

"Lisa..." He said, his hands curled into fists as he spoke, but they were down at his side, resigned to what he had to do.

"Yes master?"

That word, ''master'' had a visible effect on him, and she fancied his erection had grown a little harder to hear her say it.

"From now on, you're not allowed to lie to me, or to conceal the truth in any way, do you understand?"

"Y-yes..." She said, her nervousness rising. "I understand..."

"Good. Because I am going to be asking you some questions, and if you don't answer them properly, you will be punished more severely."

He looked at her, trying to communicate without words, Lisa felt her chest growing tight. She hadn't expected something like this. Beneath the anxiety, she felt a racing tingle of excitement, heat flowed through her body, making her flush as she looked into his eyes.

Kyle paused for a breath, his mind was racing, trying to figure out what to do or say. The whole situation felt like a dream to him, Lisa suspected. Like he was sleeping and would awake at any moment. Unreal.

"Let's start with the basics..." He said, "If I am going to be punishing you in the future, I...I need to know the sort of things that you like and dislike. That lets us plan things better, and punishments should be proportional, right?"

That last line was directed at Anya, was who standing aside with some interest. The older woman nodded slowly.

"Yes, that is correct Kyle. Asking such a question is certainly within your rights as a master, and it's important you know your ****'s limits and boundaries. You will have to punish her regularly, and for this, you have to have an idea of what constitutes a punishment for her."

"Right..." Kyle said, "Good. Okay then." He turned back to Lisa, "This is your last chance to back off, Lisa. The things that I am going to have to ask you are going to be really personal, and you won't have a chance not to answer. If you stay with this, then you're going to have to endure some humiliation."

Lisa felt her eyes fall to the floor, shifting from one foot to the other, her heart hammered a mad tempo in her chest. For a moment, she said nothing before looking up at him again.

"I understand.... I know that you're going to have to do things to me, a-and that they're going to be really embarrassing and humiliating. But I'd still rather it was you than a total stranger, Kyle."

"All right then." Kyle said. He was trying to sound commanding but Lisa could tell that he was nervous as well. "Let's start with your body. Where do you most like to be touched?"

"My most sensitive places?" Lisa felt her cheeks heating up, shivers racing up and down her spine. Part of her didn't want to answer, part of her knew she had ****. Anya was still standing in the room, and she knew it was a test for more than just Kyle. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth, and she couldn't believe what she was about to say. She felt as if she wanted the ground to open up and swallow her, the humiliation washing down through her mind.

"Um..." She felt a bit tongue tied for a moment as she struggled to get it out, "w-well, I am a girl, so my clit is pretty sensitive. e-especially when I am aroused, it gets bigger, and I really feel anything that's done to it."

"That is good, Lisa, but not quite humiliating enough." Anya said, "Why don't you show him instead of just describing it?"

"M-miss Anya?"

"Sit on the chair over there and spread your legs, show your master your clit so that he can always find it to punish or reward you."

Ican'tbelieveI'mdoingthisIcan'tbelieveI'mdoingthis

Lisa said nothing outloud as she approached the leather chair which Anya had indicated. Her body felt hot, and she was breathing fast. She could feel Kyle's eyes on her back, making her skin tingle. If you had told her even a week ago that this was what she would be doing now, she would have laughed at you. Now, she felt her whole body tensing up as she sat down on the chair. It was an old leather recliner, and she had to stretch her legs out over the armrests, which **** her thighs wide apart, making it so that she had not even the faintest shadow of privacy.

"Holy shit, Lisa." Kyle muttered, his words were low enough that only Lisa really heard them, and she thought she probably wasn't actually supposed to. She felt a flash of red cross her face, training to find a comfortable position. Her chest felt tight, as if she was a schoolgirl bearing herself for her very first boyfriend again.

Lisa's hand moved slowly, feeling the weight of the world on her, her fingers stretched for her pussy, gently pressing against her mound. A she did so, she felt a spike of pleasure shoot through her, tingles chasing themselves down her arms and legs.

"O-okay..." she said, "This is my vagina, Kyle. Um, you saw it before but I don't think that you were paying much attention then..."

"Vagina?" Anya said, "That's a very clinical term for a ****, Lisa. Why don't you refer to it as something else?"

"My womanhood?"

"Lisa...."

"Fine! My pussy. This is my pussy." Her face was burning red as she said this, her heart felt like it had jumped into her throat. "Finding my clit is easier if I'm aroused..."

As if to drive in the point, to started to rub her fingers gently against her entrance, tracing a rough circle, the pressure felt delightful against her skin, and she had to bite back the urge to moan. Her legs twitched, the feeling making her toes curl.

After a few minutes, it was clear to everyone that she was aroused. Her lower lips had parted slightly, and the inside of her pussy was glinting with wetness. Lisa could feel her own arousal, the surging desire which was building inside of her body. Kyle said nothing, but he couldn't tear his eyes away.

As soon as she felt she could get away with it, Lisa slowly traced the shape of her pussy, letting her fingers follow the curve of her womanhood upwards, to where her lower lips met. Kyle and Anya both watched, their attention made her hyper aware of what she was doing. Her fingers fell downwards form the curl of her lower lips, gently stroking the hood of her clitoris, from which the tiny bud peaked out. Even this slight touch made Lisa shiver.

"This is my clitoris..." Lisa said, "i-it's one of the most sensitive places on my body. if you ever want to punish or reward me, this is where you should do it."

Fuck, why did saying that make her so horny? Well, she was already touching herself, so maybe that was part of it. The fact that she was the centre of attention was certainly turning her on too, but it was more than that. The sheer helplessness she was feeling invigorated her, turning something that should have been highly private and personal into a weapon for someone else to use against her. If Kyle wanted to punish her, she'd just shown him how to do it, how to weaponize her own body, how to make her cry out and beg. She'd given him power, power that he could use to control her, that he would have to use to control her.

She looked up, into his eyes, and could see that the same thoughts were carrying over to him.

"A woman's clitoris is extremely sensitive, Kyle." Anya said. "It has more nerve endings than even the head of a cock. What this means for you is that this is where Lisa is most **** to induced sensations, either good or bad. Why don't we have a demonstration? It's easy to say these things, but I need to make sure you actually are taking it on board.