My Confusion Part 6 [BDSM] [MM] [MF]

Carefully releasing me from my bonds the coach held me upright as he very slowly moved me off of the cross and over to a small bed in the corner of the room.

I was completely out of it yet I could feel him removing the chastity device and begin to wash my body from head to toe followed by him drying me.
Pulling a blanket up and over me he lowered the lights in the room.

Sitting next to me he leaned inward and spoke.
“Rest now Frank.
You were amazing and now you deserve to rest.
Take no fears or worries with you while you sleep.
Just sleep the sleep of the innocent.”

Two days later while sitting in the library doing research for my Nat-Sci class.
Sitting at a table with a dozen books and papers scattered hither and yon who should walk by my table but Pet.

One second I was struggling to understand Lamarck’s ideas concerning evolution I looked up and was forced to do a double take.
As she spotted me there was a momentary look of confusion on her face.
Almost instantly a smile graced her visage.
I motioned for her to sit and join me in my educational misery.

Putting aside my books Pet took a seat next to mine and dropped her load of book on the table.
“Pet, you have no idea how happy I am to see you.

I’ve been hoping to run into you on campus where we might have the opportunity to talk.
There are so many questions I have and you are the only person I know in a similar situation.

I could just see myself walking into the school counselor and saying,
“Hi, I’m in a BDSM relationship with an older man and I am confused.”
I think that alone would get me locked up in a psych- ward.” I said.

“Frank I’m glad I decided to come and study this afternoon.
The truth is I have been thinking of you these last few days.
Mistress had told me the other night was your first introduction to the “Lifestyle”.
I know in my case there was a long period of adjustment where I doubted myself and all my prior beliefs and attitudes.

“Before we go any further I have a question.
What is your name?
I can’t go around campus calling you “Pet” every time we run into each other, now can I ?”
with a hearty laugh “Pet” told me her name was Allison but her friends call her Allie.

“Frank when I met Mistress Martha I thought I had my life together and was headed towards my law degree.
I had a boyfriend and a plan for my future.
Well my boyfriend turned out to care more for his money, car and friends then he cared for me.

I discovered this the day I needed to go the hospital for an emergency appendectomy.
He told me that he was out with his friends and if he got the opportunity he would swing by.
He showed up two days later.
I knew in my heart that this guy wouldn’t be there for me as a partner in life.
I would just be an ornament for him.

I met Mistress while I was attending a legal symposium.
During a break I spotted this woman being attended by three guys who were fawning over her.
Watching their interaction I could tell all she wanted was to get away from these guys who were dogging her.

While watching this mini drama she looked over in my direction.
Her eyes locked onto mine and in that instant a connection was made.
Brushing off her admirers she made her way over to the corner I stood in.

When she offered her hand I knew without understanding that her was a woman who was truly in control of her life, not subject to the whims of others and would never suffer the presence of fools.

Never in my life had I ever met anyone who projected such inner confidence and poise.
She was truly elegant tall, stately and without a doubt one of the most beautiful woman I had ever met.
In that moment I knew my life was a lie.
Everything I was, was nothing more than a projection of what my parents wanted me to be.

It was my parents that decided I was to attend law school.
It was they that directed my entire life and my need to please them submerged who I truly wished to be.

We left the lecture and spent the next three hours chatting in a nearby coffee shop.
Never once did she speak about the “Lifestyle”.
Before we parted that evening she invited me to my first “Munch”.
I was probably the most sexually repressed person you had ever met.

When I walked into the house where this gathering was taking place my eyes beheld a world I had no knowledge of, never even considered it’s existence.
In seconds I knew I belonged.

I won’t go into my growth in the BDSM world at this moment.
Just know this, I have never been happier than I am at this point in my life.
Will this lifestyle be part of my life forever?
I don’t know but I am here now and I am growing as a person because of it.
If it must end to continue my growth as an individual than so be it.”

Sitting with Allie I was captivated by her candor and her story.
Even though we had one evening together I was feeling an attachment forming between us.
The sex we had was beyond awesome. Admittedly it was based upon the intensity of the situation at the time.
As we talked I felt the stirring of my cock.

This was going to be hell.
As my cock strained against it’s cage I began to fidget in my chair.
Seeing this Allie began to giggle.
“Having a problem Frank?”
“Yes, it’s my chastity cage.
I am having a hard time trying to keep from having an erection while we talk.” I said.

“Why Frank, I’m flattered by the thought that I am the cause of your erection.
Let’s see if I can help you out.”
As she said this I felt her bare foot slide up my leg and begin to rub around my crotch.
“Allie, STOP you are not helping me in the least in fact you are making it worse!”

Getting up from my seat a walked around the table and took her by the arm.
Dragging her behind a stack of shelves out of sight of others our lips assaulted each other.
This was pure animal lust.
There was no thought behind this, it just had to happen and it had to happen here and now and only with Allie.

Reaching down I ran my hands up her thighs and under her skirt.
Reaching the center of a boiling cauldron I touched the edges of her chastity belt.
At my touch she began to shiver.
“No, please don’t make me cum.
Only Mistress is allowed to take me there.” She said.

“OK, I won’t make you cum, but I will take you to the edge and then just leave you there.
How’s that?”
Now began the real moaning.
As one hands fingers played around the edges of her belt the other hand was playing with her bottom.

As I pressed one finger into her bottom she took to whimpering and pleading with me to make her cum.
In the midst of this the sound of footsteps brought us back to earth.

Stepping away from her I saw her face was flush of color and sweat was rolling down from her forehead coating her face.
Returning to our table Allie slowly recovered from my ministrations.
“You sir are an evil man, don’t make me fall in love with you!” She said with a laugh.

Later that afternoon I walked over to the coach’s house.
Using the key he had entrusted to me I unlocked the door.
Entering I found the house quiet and the coach nowhere to be found.
I knew I was early and decided to surprise him with dinner on the table.

Checking the frig and the pantry I found what I had been looking for.
I had an hour before he was due home.
That made everything perfect by the time he arrived the food would just be hitting the table.

I planned a simple meal salad soup and a bone in rib-eye steaks.
Salad was first followed by taking the soup stock and adding the vegetables.
The steak was made the way I learned from my dad.

Cast iron skillet on the stove the burner turned to volcanic.
Salt the steaks and drop them on the skillet for 30-40 seconds per side to sear them and then into the oven with sliced onions on top for about 20 minutes.
This makes for a perfect medium well steak that is hard to beat.

Hearing the coach’s car pull into the driveway I tossed off my clothes and knelt by the front door hands on my thighs palms up and eyes down.
Entering the house his first words were.
“Dam that smell good.

Frank, stand up and follow me please.”
Entering the kitchen he inspected the dinner menu.
“Sir if you will, dinner is ready to be served.
If you would like to freshen up before sitting I will ready the table while you are changing.” I said.

“ Frank you didn’t need to do this I would have been happy with the cold pizza in the fridge.”
“Sir, I wanted to do this, I enjoy cooking and I am told I am pretty good at it.”
“All right I’ll be down in a few minutes and then we’ll eat.”

As we sat and ate the coach kept patting his stomach and leaning back in his chair followed by sounds of gastronomic satisfaction.
In between bites we chatted about my schoolwork and the reports he was receiving from my teachers.

The coach was quite pleased that not only was I keeping my grades up but I was eligible for the “Dean’s List”.
“Thank you sir.”
“frank I want you to know that as much as I appreciate your greeting me naked and on your knees,
it’s not a requirement.

The cooking on the other hand I could get used to.
You are an excellent cook and I would love to come home with a meal waiting for me, this also is not required of you.
You are not a hired hand or my butler.
Again if you chose to help around my place that’s fine.
Just know it’s not a requirement.”

“Sir, thank you for that and if you don’t mind I do enjoy serving.
Also I find that I truly enjoy being naked while I am here.
I never had the opportunity back home to express my how shall I call it “naked desires” before.
I find it refreshing to be naked while others are dressed.

When Mistress Martha was here the other day my first feelings were of embarrassment.
This quickly turned into a sense of a highly sexual arousal.
So if you don’t mind sir unless you desire otherwise I would rather be naked while I am here.”

“Frank I don’t mind at all.
You have a beautiful body that I love looking at and contemplating the possibility’s for it’s use.
Now please come over here.”
As I walked over to the coaches side of the table he produced a key from his pocket.

Standing in front of the coach he unlocked the chastity cage that has been encasing my cock for the last week.
As my cock felt it’s freedom it began rising to the occasion.
The first time I was able to achieve an erection in a week and god damn it felt good.

“Frank I want you to hit the shower and clean yourself up and shave that beautiful cock and surrounding areas.
When you are done meet me in the playroom.

My shower and shave completed I headed to the playroom.
Upon entering I assumed the position, on my knees.
The coach walked up to me and placed a blindfold over my eyes while pulling my up from my kneeling position.
Taking me by the elbow he walked me forward and placed me upon the table with the movable arm and legs.

Securing my arms and legs to the wings of the table he proceeded to spread both my arms out from my sides and legs outward as far as they would go.
“Frank, are you OK?” he asked.
“Yes sir.” I replied.
At once I felt him run his fingertips across my chest while spending some time teasing, pulling and pinching my nipples.

I had never had any real sexual arousal from my nipples in the past.
Today however was different.
When he began toying with them my cock began to throb.
Pinching and lightly twisting them caused pain but not unbearable pain.
My cock was still throbbing even with this happening.

Moments later I felt a new sensation something was being clamped to both nipples.
There was a sharp pain for just a moment as whatever it was became attached.
The pain faded quickly to be replaced by constant dull ache centered around my nipples.
There had to be a chain connecting the two clamps because I could feel them both being pulled upward
and this alone reminded me of the first moment they were attached.

Moving downward the coach toyed with ever inch of my front except where I want him to touch, my cock.
Within moments my prayers were answered as I felt him take my cock in his hands.
Ever so lightly he stroked me to full hardness.

When I felt his hot breath wash over my cock the pre-cum began to flow.
Taking my cock between his lips and drawing me to the depths of his throat caused my hips to buck upward driving my cock as deeply as possible into his mouth.
This joy lasted but a moment before he withdrew his favor.

After releasing my cock he moved away from the table.
In the distance I could hear a clicking sound.
Within a moment or two I could smell the scent of vanilla wafting through the air.
Ah he must have lit some candles, that was what I was smelling.
It lent a nice touch to the room.

AHHHHH a sharp heat fell upon my chest, fading in just a moment only to be replaced by another drop of heat elsewhere on my body.
Drop after drop little moments of heat and pain rained down upon my body.
Each drop moving relentlessly downward.

Oh shit I thought, not there, please not there.
Bypassing the place I feared the heat moved down my legs.
First one leg and then up the other.
As the heat moved upward I knew there was only one place left for it to go.
AHHHHH, the first drops landed just above my cock the next couple fell upon the tip of my cock.
This was a wholly different feel from the rest of my body this was torture, delicious torture but torture nonetheless.

Suddenly the table began to pivot my head was tipped backwards and my feet up.
When locked in place the coach placed his cock on my lips.
I didn’t need any further direction.
I inhaled his beautiful cock.

Working my tongue around the head and shaft alternating between deep suction and tongue only action his grunts and groans were proof that he was enjoying what I was doing.
Pulling away he unlatched the table and set it upright.
When the table was latched in the upright position he stepped away for a moment.

Upon his return he undid the straps binding my arms, legs and waist.
Turning me around he reattached the straps.
With my backside now on display I was feeling more vulnerable that ever.
In moments his fingers found their way between the cheeks of my bottom.

The cool touch of those fingers informed me what was to come as I felt lube being worked into my bottom.
In just seconds the tip of a dildo was rubbing between my cheeks.
With slow but deliberate motions the dildo began it’s relentless march inward.
When the widest part passed my little ring it was drawn inward only to be held there by it’s curvature.

Once again the smell of vanilla drifted through the air.
Oh shit I thought as the first drops splashed against my back.
Drop after drop, each one an exploration in micro pain.
Each drop caused me to focus upon the smallest spot on my body where it landed.

The heat lasted for just a moment only to be replaced by a tugging of skin as the wax cooled and contracted.
In my upright position the wax had a tendency to run downward a bit as it cooled leaving trails of heat and tugging.
As he applied the wax to my bottom my cheeks flexed in response to the heat.

When he spread my cheeks open the wax poured down the crevice creating an intense sensation.
As I tried to clamp my cheeks closed in reaction to the wax the coach pried them apart only to continue pouring more and more wax.

When there was no place else for it to go the wax began running down the back of my thighs.
Now my legs began shaking.
I was amazed that the wax had a more profound effect on the back of my thighs then it did elsewhere.

Stepping back I heard the coach moving around the room only to return seconds later.
WHACK, a sharp pain wrapped itself around my bottom as the belt impacted my bottom.
Those little spots of pain from the wax suddenly blossomed into their own pinpoints of focused pain.

“Count for me Frank.” He said.
“Two, three, four… ten… twenty.” I counted each strike.
None of these by themselves were very hard yet when they merged with the wax droppings it created an amplifying effect.

Feeling the coach step up and wrapping his arms around me he spoke softly.
“Frank are you OK?
Do you need to rest?” He inquired.
“I’m OK Sir.
I don’t need to rest.” I answered.

His hands fell to my bottom and began their exploration of the wax that covered the entirety of said bottom.
I was amazed that so much wax still remained even after the belt had done it’s best to break it away.

Taking the dido embedded in my bottom by its base he began to work it in and out of my bottom.
With a sudden yank he pulled it out only to immediately replace it with his cock.
Thrusting forward his cock felt larger then ever before.

Reaching around my front his fingers wrapped themselves around my engorged cock.
Holding himself still in my bottom he leaned into my ear and began whispering.

“Frank the party is next week.
What do you think of this idea, I bring this table upstairs into the main hall and have you bound naked to it as all the guest file past you into the dinning room.

And then wheel it into the dining room, set you up in the corner while the guests eat you will be just another ornament upon the wall.”

As he was speaking he resumed thrusting into my bottom while his fingers wrapped around my cock began stroking me to a frenzy.

“Oh, by the way your girlfriend from back home will be my guest at this dinner.
How do you think she react when she discovers you have become my toy?
What do you think her reaction will be as she enters the house only to find you naked tied to this table on display for all to see and touch?
Along with a plug in your bottom and a chastity cage clamped around your cock and balls. He said.

As the last syllables left his lips my cock exploded in his hand.
Spurt after spurt flew from the tip.
Until there was nothing left in me to shoot.

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