Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... close to home and under the watchful eye of the school nurse and one of her teachers.

And he is watchful, thought Claire, just not the way Mom would understand. Mr. Lester had arranged for Ben and three other men to stop by on a more or less consistent schedule. Claire smiled, happy that the emphasis had so far been on the "more." As Mistress had explained, she was fresh meat, freshyoung meat and there was little chance that her needs would go unmet by the community. The commitments received by Master were that each of four men would attend her every fourth day -at a minimum. The reality was that it was not uncommon that she service two and often three of the men on any given day. Master put no restriction on her access, aside from assuring that her studies were not neglected. To this end, Mistress Kay would frequently assist her with her math and science work, while Master would, less frequently, mentor her in literature and social studies. In truth, she didn't need tutoring so much as she valued the grounding they provided.

Her life had been transformed. The weight of her many years of secrecy had been lifted and her spirit was in constant threat of floating away with her concentration. For so much of her life the sex had been colored by desperation and fear that her access to being used could so easily be taken from her. It was a daily wonder to her that her needs, so long constrained to a narrow channel, were now released onto a broad sea devoid of limits. ...

... Without Master and Mistress, Claire was confident she would be swamped. The myriad offerings now laid before her threatened to completely consume her. She felt she could easily sink so deep into carnality that she might never strive to achieve anything in life than to explore all the ways that her body could be stimulated to higher and more intense orgasms and to find her purpose as a cum bucket for men to use any way they chose. Her greatest joy remained being their complete slut, subject to whatever they demanded of her.

Thankfully, Mistress excused her from gym class. There was no longer any way to hide the bruises that covered her body. Her breasts and ass, her back and thighs; they were all covered in bruises of every hue. Wicked blue, parallel cane marks, thin random stripes left from single-tail whip leaders, piercing wounds from needles and knives and the broad flat bruises left from wooden spoons and paddles of all types. Claire drank in pain and rode it to sexual arousal beyond her experience. What had, all her life, been furtive pursuit of relief from the needs that drove her, had blossomed to frank and open exploration of her truest nature. Master and Mistress encouraged her explorations and guided them. The Dominates that came to her were directed by her mentors so that she progressed first from flogging, to whips, from canes to paddles. Whippy and thudy, sharp and dull. Hand spanking and electro-torture. Breast bondage, hogties, full body suspension, caging and ...