Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... her the control she now no longer seemed to believe she required.

For all that Claire had managed her sexuality for so many years, she'd never had to balance those needs with self-maintenance. She'd had her parents and now she had him providing the net. Keeping her parents ignorant had provided a brake of sorts. But as an adult in a community that endorsed her being a slut, there was no longer any motivation to deny complete surrender to her carnality. And if he cut her loose, she would default to sexual slavery without ever having really chosen that path.No, a beating isn't going to solve this problem, sweetie. Before Claire worked up the nerve to say anything, Mr. Lester turned to his wife. "Clean up here and see to her care. I'll be in the study." He left quickly.

Kay knew of course about his concerns. And about his intentions for a solution. But she said nothing, as instructed. She untied Claire and took her back to the cottage. At the door Claire tried to talk, but Kay touched her lips with her fingers.

"Shhh. Just concentrate on getting good grades and being done with high school." She ushered Claire inside, then closed the door and went back to her husband.

Well, that wasn't very helpful! thought Claire. If she knows what Master's planning, she's not talking. Man! She didn't tell me a fucking thing! Ten days to go. Claire went to her computer. First, she sent Mr. Lester a note updating him on her study requirements. He would schedule her... what? ...

... Herlovers? Well certainly not that, really.The men that come to beat and fuck me? she thought. What's the word for that? Claire smiled. Fucking hot! Two words.

*****

Graduation. Finally. An adult. No drinking yet, but 19 and counting. She no longer had to worry about being expelled or having to maintain the façade of a person she had never been: plain Jane 'St. Claire' was dead. She'd built a bon fire to burn her panties and bras and more conservative clothing. Mr. Lester had required that she save a few sets but had otherwise supported her decision to jettison her "camouflage" as they called it. She loved being able to go virtually naked everywhere. She loved the access it gave the men who used her and the feeling it gave her of being who she really was. As a head start on the project, she'd worn nothing under her graduation robes but rope panties and a butt plug. She's had a small orgasm walking across the stage to collect her diploma.

But all of that happiness was on the back burner at the moment. She was bowing, naked. Mr. Lester was behind her and she expected a severe whipping. While she had graduated, it was not without mishap. She'd blown it again. She'd failed to anticipate a Monday morning final in math and hadn't alerted Mr. Lester that she should be put off limits Sunday night. As before, one of the two men that came for her that evening was "collecting" on his big hitter session. She'd been too fucked out the next morning to make the final. She'd made it up, but ...