Fantasy The Continuing Education of Susan by TMaskedWriter

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Brenda grabbed her glasses from the desk and put them on. Even without them, with her tongue lapping my clit, she still looks like a hot librarian. I mean, she IS a librarian, and she IS hot, but people meeting her for the first time don't even ask what she does for a living, they just assume she's a librarian, and they're correct.

"Fantastic, Susan! I really felt compelled to obey. You're doing great!"

"Thanks," I replied.

"I'm fucking wet, though, if there's anything you'd like to do about that."

"Seems only fair," I said with a smile, getting up and taking her hand, leading her to the bed. We laid down and resumed kissing as my hands explored her body.

"Could...," she breathed as she removed her glasses again and set them on the nightstand. "Could you take me back there, first?"

I nodded and looked her in the eyes as I bent down to kiss my way down to her pussy, punctuating each sentence with another kiss. "Return to that place, Brenda. That place where you don't need to think. Where you can't think. Where all you can do is relax. And listen. And feel. And obey."

Her eyes glazed over and her mouth hung open as I reached her slit and began to return the favor. Brenda's known Troy & Julie longer than I have. Troy first Did What They Do to her when he was in college and she was the college librarian. As luck would have it, she turned out to have a mind control fetish that I might even call more intense than theirs, and the two of them had one long before they were old enough to comfortably call it a fetish.

And therein lies my problem: With her, I always have a willing participant for practicing on; however, the fact that she IS so willing and gets so aroused by being made into a mindless sex slave makes it impossible to get any productive feedback from her. She's always so eager to volunteer that everything I do meets with her approval, and I know I'm not good enough yet to compel her to be completely honest and unbiased about it. Since I'm trying to learn this for myself, asking Troy or Julie to do it for me would feel like paying someone to go to a doctor's appointment in my place.

As I licked Brenda to her first climax, I remembered the first time I'd been with another woman and enjoyed it. (There had been one time before, when Chad forced me to try with a stripper in front of him and his friends for his birthday. It went badly.) The day I met Troy and he brought me home to meet Julie, she'd also been out and brought home Claire, whom I consider the real first other woman I'd ever been with and is now my boss. She owns a small chain of yoga studios and I'm her executive secretary, which means we occasionally slip away to do what Brenda and I were doing just then, but without the mind control fetish part. Claire knows what they can do and what I'm learning, but she's more comfortable with the polyamorous sex than being controlled, and Sharon (Whom you haven't met, but trust me, she's nice; goes to college with Troy.) isn't someone I know all that well. I couldn't ask her either.

"Well, you know what you've got to do, then," Sue said in my head as Brenda began mindlessly bucking under me. I shifted position so that my own pussy was hovering over Brenda's face. Her tongue began to slide up and down my slit with slow, mechanical strokes. "You've got to... ummm, she's good... you've got to do what they did: find someone hot and bring her home too." My response was an affirmative-sounding moan into Brenda's slick crotch. Of the occupants of my skull, Sue is the most practical one.

I agreed with her. Tomorrow at work, I'd find a woman to bring home. I could go looking for a man, however, I subscribe to Julie's philosophy nowadays that other women are a whole lot of fun, but Troy's got all the dick I need. That's why so many of our friends that tend to hang out around the house are woman: Troy doesn't play switch like the rest of us. He said he tried it a couple of times long ago, figured out that he wasn't into it, and hasn't looked back.

Troy, Julie, and yes, even Helen, all have the sort of unshakable confidence that comes from being able to make everyone around them do what they say, and I could feel that confidence filling me as I felt another orgasm begin. They'd both be working tomorrow, (They were having one of their "Just Us" nights that evening, and I give them their space unless they invite me.) but they'd just be a phone call away if anything went wrong. It was time for me to try flying solo on this one. I couldn't wait to go to work tomorrow.

Then, as I began thrashing on Brenda's face, I realized that yeah, I could.

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