College of Pain & Pleasure

She was of European descent, with blonde hair down to her waist and bright, angry blue eyes. She was young, fresh from one of the local colleges, unlikely to be missed soon. Her arms were stretched out above her head by chains, pulling her up so that her feet were barely supporting her weight. She held her head up high with dignity, although all she had left on was a white slip in tatters around her hips.

Cackling with glee in my head, I maintained my impassive main when I stepped behind her. I reached around her neck and snapped a white dog collar in place. I slipped one hand beneath the elastic of her slip and ripped the cloth away from her body with a loud snap.

She shuddered faintly.

I stepped back in front of her and looked into her eyes. A few tears were slipping down her cheeks.

"What's your name?" I asked. She looked at me, refusing to answer.

My hand it her face with a loud slap.

"What's your name?" I asked again. She raised her chin in stubborn refusal.

I turned away from her and walked over to a table. She started to laugh behind me. I picked up an item from the table and walked back to the young woman, holding the it behind my back.

I showed the item to her. She stopped laughing and gulped when she saw the black riding crop.

"Rule Number One," I said. "Do as I say. Fail to do so and I hit you with this." The young woman nodded.

"Now what's your name?"

"Cheryl," she stammered.

"Good girl," I said, patting her on the head. Then I slapped her hard again. She looked at me in shock.

"Rule Number Two: Always say sir or Master when talking to me. Understand?"

"Yes, Master," she nodded.

"Now, answer my questions. And don't forget Rule Number One or Rule Number Two." Cheryl nodded.

"Have you ever been with a man before?"

"I don't understand, sir." She cringed at my frown.

"Have you ever fornicated before?" I clarified.

"No, I'm a virgin, sir."

"Have you ever pleasured a man before?"

"I've never been with a man alone before you, sir," she said.

"You've never been touched, never been petted, never been fondled?"

Cheryl shook her head no as she blushed.

"No one has ever touched your breasts before?" I asked, placing my free hand on her breast. I could feel her tremble as I ran my hand along her smooth skin.

"No, sir."

I lowered my mouth to her breast and ran my tongue around the areola and up and down her nipple. I gently took her breast into my mouth and softly sucked at the supple skin and stiff nipple. Cheryl let out a low, long pleasure-filled moan.

I lifted my head up and looked inter her face.

"Has anyone ever done that before?" She shook her head no.

"You're a good little school girl, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir." I raised my eyebrow.

"I'm in my last year at St. Catherine's Academy. I was visiting the college to help decide where to go to next fall," she continued.

"How old are you?" I asked coldly.

"Eighteen, sir," Cheryl stammered. I smiled as I ran the crop around her breasts.

"Well, I've found a new college for you, Cheryl. You'll learn skills that you'll need for the rest of your life. And guess what, you get to start early." The young woman smiled.

"I'm going to be your teacher, advisor, and disciplinarian. You please me, and you will go far. Do not deviate or you will be punished." Cheryl eyed the crop.

"Do you want to start?" Cheryl nodded. Ah, the young and naïve, I thought.

"First, I need to make some measurements for your uniform." I grabbed the measuring tape for the table and recorded her sizes after wrapping the tape around her several times.