St. Anne's Sexy Boarding School - Sex Stories

St. Anne's Sexy Boarding School

... embarrassed. Especially when stuff started coming out.” “Society.” She rolled her eyes. “We could teach people about perfectly normal bodily functions. Instead we leave it to them to figure it out on their own, and hide it behind a blanket of shame. That’s one of the reasons St. Anne’s exists. We aren’t going to shame you for any desires here. It’s called being sex positive.” “So it’s actually perfectly normal, what I’m doing?” “Yes. But don’t worry about what’s normal. Before I came here, I thought I was weird for wanting to be tied up, and wanting to tie people up, during sex, or just on it’s own. And statistically, I AM weird. Only a small minority of people want that. But there are other people who want it, and I can give it to them. Diversity of sexual desires is a great thing. It means that there’s always someone willing to try something that most people think is really, really, profoundly odd, but you think is really sexy.” My mouth was kind of gaping. This was the opposite of every message I’d ever received. “Now I happen to know from your survey that you also think about tying people up and being tied up. So let’s watch a porn about that!” “Ah… okay?” “That’s the spirit!” * * * The projector is flat to the roof, so I didn’t notice it at first. But soon enough Val has it turned on and projecting on the far wall. She goes through several menus, and I get the impression that there is a bewildering array of porn available through the school. Diversity of sexual desires ...

... indeed! As she set things up, my nervousness got the better of me, and compelled me into pacing. But once she had things ready, she patted the bed next to her, and I reluctantly climbed into it. “Before we start watching this, I want to make it clear: you don’t need to be shamed by anything your body does. If you get hard and it’s uncomfortable, adjust your dick. If you get embarrassed, feel free to blush. If it gets so hot that you have to masturbate, by all means, rub one out.” I nodded. I’m still a bit overwhelmed, and things are moving quickly, but I don’t feel scared anymore. Embarrassed, confused and just a bit curious, yes, definitely those things. “Now, will you feel better if I put my arm around you and we cuddle, or will you feel more embarrassed?” I’m touched that she asked. It would be easy for her to assume that I want the contact, and do it without asking. Had she done that I’d probably have frozen up and panicked. But she asked me, and that made it less scary. I still considered it for a second. Less is sometimes a far cry from none. But in this case, it was close enough. “Yes please.” She nodded approvingly. “That good that you thought about it. Don’t let anyone – even me – stampede you into something you don’t want to do. You can always take time to think and decide what you really want. I can’t say no one will ever get offended. But no one SHOULD be offended.” With that, her arm is around me, and the movie starts. For the first few seconds, I find the arm ...