Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
“May I please come?” I whispered.
“Of course!” Candy said, smiling warmly.
I knew lots of girls like her in school, I couldn’t help thinking. Girls I wanted to be like, before I understood that it’s alright to be different.
I just hadn’t known how different. I hadn’t seen the Institute in my future, or indentured sexual service.
I felt my forehead crease again. Educational theory? My brain had started to make a connection I hadn’t seen before: did it have something to do with people learning in different ways, maybe?
I looked at Candy, wondering about how she learned. Did she even learn in the same sense I did? Then I swallowed hard once again, as I connected my own very special kind of learning to the growing concept in my mind: the old-fashioned kind of learning… the kind I did with my bottom up and my face down. The kind a master’s firm hand provided, when a bed girl had misbehaved.
“And?” I asked, trying to raise my voice a little to sound more confident and to keep Candy from sensing, if she even could sense that kind of thing, the turmoil inside me that these new thoughts had brought.
“And what?” she asked brightly. “Oh, you want to know what I’ll make you do, to earn your orgasm!”
I nodded mutely. Candy’s smile broadened.
“Well, Master wants me to make it part of tutoring,” she said, to my astonishment. “So you’d better lie on your back on my bed. I’m going to queen you to teach you your first lesson in educational theory!”
CHAPTER 20
Renee
I looked over at Candy’s bed, my face burning hot. Every girl at the Institute got queened by a more senior member of her training group from time to time during her training. Julia, one of the other concubines in Master G’s group, had become his lead girl on the same day I had arrived, which meant she led a daily session on her own.
She had liked to lay me on my back on the training table and straddle my face, holding the back of my head with fingers twined in my hair and looking down into my eyes as she pressed her warm, fragrant pussy rhythmically against my mouth until she came with a cry of agonized triumph. I hadn’t enjoyed it. The degradation at another young woman’s hands had brought a side of my submission to the fore that I hadn’t wanted to confront: Julia’s lesbian demands aroused me too much for my idea of myself as in control even as I yielded to Master G what had felt like everything.
It hadn’t actually been everything, though. I could see that as my eyes seemed to get stuck looking up and down the queen bed with its pink comforter that seemed to match Candy’s cream and pink skin. Through Candy, Master Hendryk had already started to teach me that my training had only begun—that his strict discipline and brutal degradation had in them something essential for my full education as his owned bed girl.
Education. That word again—it had floated into my mind unbidden. What did Candy’s pussy, lowered dominantly onto my submissive face, have to do with educational theory?
And… Master Hendryk had said something about the kind of career that might interest me, hadn’t he? When they talked about careers at the Institute—Master G, and Miss Charlotte, and the other trainers in our classes—they meant things not related to our sexual service. Or not directly related, anyway: opportunities that our service would open up, that might have something to do with our submissive orientation and our experience gratifying the lewd needs and desires of our owners—but also might involve entirely different skills, which we’d have the chance to pick up thanks to being part of the Institute and Selecta’s huge tangle of businesses. College, for example, and all the chances that could give, especially when paired with internship programs that Miss Charlotte had told us would be available to us as Institute concubines. Some of those internships, she had said, lay in the reliably money-making fields that touched on sex work; others lay in completely unrelated fields like corporate-government relations.
I felt a little sob rise into my throat. How could all that—all the things I wanted for my life—involve doing as this weird artificial girl had commanded and lying on her bed, on my back, so that she could use my face with her pussy?
I turned back to Candy.
“What does… I mean…” I said, trying to find words that might persuade her to explain, without challenging her. If she reported me to Master Hendryk for speaking sharply again, I felt sure he would whip me without mercy. My right hand drifted back behind me almost unconsciously, as if trying to defend my bottom from yet another old-fashioned lesson in obedience.
“You’ll just have to see, won’t you?” Candy asked. “Or I can tell Master that you didn’t want your tutoring session!”