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11/26/2023 9:57 pm

My Bible Teacher Instructs Me

After my first encounter with Mrs. Eckhart, I attended Wednesday night Bible Study as much as I could. I read the bible passages and researched commentary on it. I actively participated in the discussions even though most of the other attendees were 50 years older than me. Each session Mrs Eckhart treated me as just another pupil. She obviously liked me being prepared for the study sessions and welcomed my participation, but I was usually sent away after the session. I was asked to stay after the study session about a month later. She merely asked me to stay and help clean up. Other women from the study group offered to stay and help, but Mrs Eckhart said that I would be more than enough help and no one else need be burdened, thanks all the same.
After the last person was gone I started to talk excitedly to Mrs Eckhart. She turned to me and put a finger over her lips indicating silence, so I shut up and waited. She peered out the window to be sure everyone had driven away. She turned and smiled at me, “Remove your clothes slave, fold them, and place them on the floor by the chair. Kneel by the chair with your legs open, clasp your forearms behind your back, and keep your head bowed looking at the floor until I return.” She left the room heading for the kitchen. I said “Yes, Mistress,” and began removing my clothes and folding them. I neatly placed my shoes by the chair, stuffed my socks in, put my folded trousers down first, followed by my shirt, then my underwear, and my wristwatch. Naked I knelt with my legs apart, put my arms behind my back, and tilted my head down to look at a fixed spot on the carpet by the wall. Then I waited.
She returned in five minutes with some garments, a box, and some cleaning supplies. She ignored me as she placed a metallic box on a table, plugged it in and it began a small whirring sound. She put the other items on the couch and stood in front of me. She held a crop with a 2x3 leather flap one one end and a black handle on the other. She wore skin tight black shiny pants and a black gauzy blouse with a deep front plunge. She wore no bra. She said, “Your legs are parted, but not spread apart. Spread them out; I need to see everything. Your arms are behind your back, but you need to have each hand grasp the opposing forearm. Do it. Ok, that’s better. When you bow your head the chin nearly touches your chest. Your head is barely tilted. Bow your head!” She took in my adjustments and said, “Hmm. When you obey you are rewarded. When you fail you force Mistress to punish you.” She quickly slapped each side of my face with the crop, saying, “Head not properly bowed.” Then she slapped my upper thighs, “Legs not properly spread.”
Then she slapped the crop on my arms several times, “improper arm placement.” “Slave, this is the attend position. When I call you to attend me you will put yourself in this posture. You will not speak until spoken to. Do you understand, slave?” I instantly answered “Yes, Mistress” before I even thought about whether I could speak or not. “Stand, slave,” she commanded. “Place your feet wider. Put your arms behind your back as before. That is good.” She walked around me, her crop practically caressing my skin. She fondled my balls and scrotum and slid her hand down my dick. I shivered. “Slave must remember why he is here. Why is that, slave?” She waited for my answer and I said “To serve Mistress.” “That is true slave. You will obey me. You will serve me, do my bidding and put my needs before your own. Do this and you will be rewarded. Fail and you must be corrected and punished. Tell me if you understand this?” I understand it my Mistress I said. “Good” she said and she approached and kissed my nipple while her hand gripped my cock and stroked it. “We can have pleasurable fun if you will be my

devoted slave. I must have your full and total obedience. Then the rewards will be very very nice.” I said nothing since she hadn’t asked me anything. Then she said “Attend position.” I kneeled, spread my legs, bowed my head and clasped my forearms behind my
back. Mistress inspected me and said “Good. We can start now. You are going to clean the room. Clear the trash, vacuum and dust. But first you must put on your maid’s costume.” She looked at me with a soft smile but her eyes danced with eagerness. “Here, put on these white thigh high sheer stockings and then the short ruffle skirt. Then the little white apron.” I looked at the proffered garments in horror. I didn’t wear girl clothes. I was a guy. Being naked was ok for a guy but I wasn’t going to let myself get turned into a girl! I said “Mistress, I
can’t wear girl clothes.” Mistress’ smile vanished. Her eyes got an excited look. “Slave, attend position,”she said softly. I happily assumed the position with relief. “Stand and spread your legs. Good. Now bend forward and hold your ankles with your hands and hold that position until told to change.” I did as instructed. “Wait here slave,” and Mistress left the room. She came back in a minute with a bar about 30 inches long with circular metal pieces. She rapidly put one ankle in a circle on one end. It had a hinge that allowed to open. She closed it and put a small lock on it to fasten it around my ankle. Then she did my other ankle. There were hinged rings chained to the circles on the bar. She imprisoned each wrist in a ring. I now was forced to bend over with my ankles and wrists attached to the bar. Mistress guided me to a wall where I could rest my head if needed. She explained that these were spreader bars and could be useful for many situations. She left the room with no explanation. I was in an awkward position and I assumed it was my punishment for refusing to wear girl clothes. Mistress returned after 15 minutes, only she was naked now and carried a paper bag. Mistress sat behind me, legs well apart. I was staring at her shaven pussy. She licked her finger and ran it sensuously up and down her slit. “Mmm, slave could have been rewarded, but even having just agreed to obey his Mistress, he defies her and says he will not obey. Don’t you like my horny pussy slave?” I nodded yes. “Slave, speak what must happen now.” I said “This slave must be punished for failing to obey.” “Why does slave give up pleasure for punishment?” asked Mistress. I replied, “Because I am a man and I don’t want to be turned into a girl!” Mistress briefly looked totally taken aback, then said, “when Mrs. Eckhart wears jeans and a t-shirt does that turn her into a man?” I stuttered, “Uh, no Mistress. She is still a woman.” Mistress said, You said six words in defying orders from your Mistress. You now admit your reasoning was wrong. Wearing girl clothes doesn’t turn you into a girl. It turns you into a suitably attired slave for Mistress’ pleasure. You just said you served Mistress. So you lied twice to Mistress about your vow to serve me and you used faulty reasoning to justify it. Thus for each word you spoke you will get one stroke for each error. That’s 3 errors times 6 words. 18 total strokes. Then Mistress will command you to wear the clothes again. If you refuse, that will be 4 errors times 6 words, 24 strokes. Eventually you will realize the error of your ways and you will agree to wear the clothes. Think on your vow of obedience slave. Think on your choice of punishment over pleasure. You can say goodbye to my pussy, my sweet hungry pussy, now.”
Mistress rose up and moved out of my sight. I could hear her rummaging in the paper bag.
I had just begun to think it wouldn’t be so bad to wear the girl clothes when the air whistled and ended in an explosion of pain on my ass. It was followed by five more swats from a paddle wielded by Mistress. She said, “That is for the first error. Slave is permitted to cry out in pain once per error, not more.” She waited a moment while the stinging exponentially expanded in my butt. Then in rapid fire I got six more strokes. I gritted my teeth to not cry out but it damn sure hurt. She said, “That is for the second error. Now for the third error.” The last strokes came about five seconds apart. I don’t think she could have made it more painful. I was gasping and teary-eyed at the end. After a couple of minutes, as the pain bloomed through my ass, she said “Slave, I command you to wear the maid’s clothing. Will you obey?”
I whimpered, “I will obey my Mistress’ command.” She simply said, “Good, slave.” She left the room and reappeared several minutes later dressed in black as before. She unshackled me from the spreader bar and told me to rest on the floor. She would be back, then she left the room carrying the bar with her. I laid on my stomach feeling the hot glow and sting of my punishment. It really hurt now that the shock of the blows was wearing off. I heard the shuffle of Mistress’ shoes on the carpet and turned to watch her seat herself in the middle of the couch. She laid a folded bath towel primly over her lap and looked at me. “Hurts doesn’t it slave? Tell me, obedience gets what?” She paused and I said “Rewarded.” She continued, “And failure is what?” then I said “Punished.” “Come here, slave. Lay over my lap, ass up and head down.” I assumed the indicated position and Mistress rubbed an analgesic cream over my battered ass. When done she wiped her hands on the towel and stroked my back in a calming fashion. “Thank you, Mistress.” I whispered.
“Calm yourself slave,” she said. “I’ve a little training for you today. I will have you wear a butt plug for the rest of your time here today. You will remain still and relax your entire body. I will put the plug in, but you must practice inserting and removing it. Understand?” I nodded, “Yes Mistress. I am to practice putting it in and taking it out.” She reached into the bag and took out a tube of lube and an odd shaped conical device with a handle. She showed them to me. “This is the lube and this is the plug. Always lube the plug first. Here, you do it.” She handed both to me and I squirted lube on the plug and coated it completely. Mistress took the plug and spread my ass cheeks a little. I felt the cold tip of the plug on my virgin anus. She made little circles that felt pleasant. Then she’d push the tip in a half inch or so and repeat. When she met resistance she put a dollop of lube in the center of my anus and resumed using more pressure. It didn’t hurt but something was stretching. Finally the head of the plug plopped right in and I could hardly feel it now. Only the pink glass stone on the end of the plug showed now.
“Get up now,” said Mistress. “How is your butt?” It still stings from the paddling, I told her. “Well it should. You are supposed to remember your punishment so you can make good decisions in the future,” she said. “Now stand and tell me how your new plug feels.” I stood and walked around the living room. “It makes me feel pleasantly full, Mistress. I think it would feel a little better without the paddling I just got,” I explained to her. “Very good, slave. Now put on the costume I brought for you,” she said smiling and patting the clothing still folded on the coffee table. I wasn’t keen on dressing like a girl but I knew I could not refuse. I put on the white thigh high nylons first. I was surprised how nice they felt. Then I pulled on the panties. My balls bulged through one side of the crotch and my dick on the other. There was no pocket or room for the family package. Then there was the skirt connecting to a skimpy top. Last was the tiny white apron worn in the front.
Mistress had me walk about the room pretending to do various cleaning tasks while she snapped photos of me. The stockings felt great and Mistress watching me was a turn on and soon my erection was lifting my apron. Mistress said that I must be getting over worked and that I should sit and rest to calm myself. I obeyed instantly. She left the room and came back with a pair of shiny patent black high heels. She told me to try them on. I did and although not a great fit, I could walk in them, if I was careful. Mistress took

several more photos of me in my heels. The doorbell rang. I froze. Mistress seemed unconcerned. “Answer the door, slave. Show them in.” My face turned bright red as I stammered, “Yes, Mistress.” I hadn’t known she would parade me to people who rang the doorbell! I walked slowly to the door. The doorbell rang again. I took a deep breath, looked at the ground, and opened the door. There stood a petite Latina, very slim and fit dressed in casual shirt and shorts. Her eyes widened slightly and she asked if Mrs. Eckhart were home. I said “Please come in. I will take you to her.” I turned my back at her
and walked to the living room. The Latina followed me. When she got into the living room she fell to hands and knees and crawled to Mistress and began kissing her feet. In between the kisses, she said, “I have come to serve Mistress. How may I serve?” Mistress said, ”Undress at once, slave. You know the rules. Let Slave-boy help you. The Latina stood and began taking off her clothes, handing them to me. I folded them and put them in a tidy pile next to my clothes. She showed no embarrassment of any kind and essentially ignored me as if I were a piece of furniture. I, however, feasted my eyes on her creamy brown skin, C-cup breasts with dark nipples, and she was hairless below the neck. Seeing her shaved pussy yanked my dick up, engorged and ready for sex. Mistress gave me a steady look, and as no one had spoken to
me, I said nothing. The Latina sat on her feet, spreading her legs wide and she put her hands behind her back, slightly thrusting her chest forward. Damn! What a nice pair of titties, I thought. “Boy slave,” said Mistress, “bring the ottoman over her in front of the couch and move the coffee table to the side.” I moved the coffee table out of the way, next to the wall and put the oval ottoman next to the couch, about 18 inches of space between the edge of the ottoman and the front edge of the couch. Mistress told me to take attend position next to slave girl, which I did. I kneeled next to the Latina, facing Mistress, spread my legs and clasped my arms behind my back. Mistress came up to us, caressed us with her crop, and said, “Now we can begin more training. I will think about whether I should name you. It is always dangerous to give names to slaves. You aren’t really people, you are my property. You exist only to serve me, please me, obey me and be loyal. For now, slave girl and slave boy will do.”
Mistress continued, “We will have a little training now. Slave girl will worship my breasts. Slave boy will remain here and observe closely and learn what he can about breast worship, as he has not had the specific training yet. Slave girl, go get the cloth for the couch.” Slave girl rose and went to a dining server, opened a drawer and removed a cloth, very like a tablecloth, brought it back and spread it to cover the middle of the couch. Mistress laid on the cloth lengthwise on the couch and slave girl straddled Mistress and began kissing Mistress’ breasts. Mistress initially lay there, at times cupping her breasts to push her boobs up for the slave girl’s kisses and licks. At other times, Mistress would pull slave girl’s head to her face to engage in deep kisses.
I watched keenly. Two naked women to ogle! I could feel the clear fluid dripping out of my dick as it was at full mast. Finally, Mistress said, “Slave girl, that is good breast worship. Now lay on your belly on the ottoman facing me. That’s right. Move the ottoman a little closer to me so you can lick my pussy when I say to do so.” The Latina was in position; her face very close to Mistress’ pussy. I wished it were me, but I said nothing. Then Mistress said, “Slave girl, spread your legs apart. Slave boy, bring two large pillows, one for her knees and one for her hips.” I found two large couch pillows and put the first under the Latina’s knees and the second she helped position under her pelvis, raising her ass about six inches. Mistress inspected the pillow placement. “Slave boy, position yourself behind slave girl and point your cock at her cunt.” Surprised, I nearly blurted “What?!” but I kept my mouth shut and did as told. My cock head was touching the Latina’s pussy lips right at her love tunnel. Mistress put a dollop of lube on my dick and said “Gently, now, push into her about half way, go slowly.” I wanted to thrust it in her velvet cavern at full speed, but I went gently, slowly until about half my cock was in her throbbing hot pussy. Mistress looked closely and asked slave girl if she was alright. Yes, she was fine. Mistress said to me “Now you can fuck her slowly. It is for her pleasure, not yours. You are not permitted to cum. If you cannot stand the stimulation and think you will cum, pull out of her and do not touch yourself. Understood?” Yes Mistress, I understand, I said. “OK” said Mistress, “start fucking her now.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I was on my knees fucking a hot Latina with a very wet pussy. I strained to pace my self slowly. My ass ached from my punishment with every stroke, but the pleasure was immense. Mistress resumed her position on the couch, and instructed the Latina to worship her pussy. Slave girl did so with obvious relish. Slave girl would sometimes push her ass back on my dick. She did it cleverly so that it never disrupted her pussy licking. I was beginning to feel the build up of tension in my balls. I knew if I didn’t stop, I’d soon be spewing hot white jism deep in slave girls cunt. I pulled out and did nothing. Mistress noted this and told me to straddle slave girl over her neck and give her my dick. She want to taste slave girls juices. I stood and let Mistress suck my cock completely clean. Then she told me to sit on my hands. I did and watched slave girl eat pussy. She moved her hand to her groin in an attempt to rub her clit, but Mistress would not allow that.
Mistress after my dick had gone flaccid, said to position myself behind slave girl again. I got into position and waited. Mistress had slave girl get up; Mistress rose from the couch and laid face up on the ottoman and spread her legs, using the pillows again. She had slave girl get on the couch and instructed her to worship Mistress’s breasts. Mistress put two fingers in slave girls pussy and her thumb on her clit. They began a slow pace of pleasuring each other. Mistress told me to fuck her pussy. To begin slow, but build up speed. I was free to fuck her as hard as I could. Mistress said to let her know if I was about to cum. That I had no permission to cum. I was ecstatic to push my dick into her vagina and pump away. I went slow for about three minutes but then plunged in strong and to full depth on each stroke. I became verbal, grunting and making animalistic noises. I was very close to orgasm. I reported to Mistress who said “Ask permission to cum”. It took a while for that to register, the I said, “Mistress, please may I have permission to cum?” I barely had time to say thank you before I erupted in her pussy. I had never cum so hard or for so long. I contracted my abdomen involuntarily as the orgasm shook my body. Mistress cried out “Oh my God, Fuuckk,” and her body convulsed as well. Slave girl kept slurping tits; she was also pulling and twisting Mistress’ nipples. Mistress told slave girl to stop.
Mistress lay there in apparent afterglow for several minutes. My cock was still buried in her pussy, soft now. Mistress told me to pull out and set on the couch. She told slave girl to clean my cock and suck it dry. Mistress watched as slave girl hungrily sucked my dick and balls, apparently relishing the taste of cum mixed with Mistress’ juices. Mistress watched silently until I was clean, the instructed slave girl to clean her pussy. Slave girl obeyed immediately and apparently joyfully. Finally, all clean Mistress sat on the couch end with slave-girls head in her lap. She told me to eat slave girl’s pussy. I would have five minutes to work all I knew on her slick pussy. Mistress told slave girl that she had permission to come, but only in the next five minutes. In the meantime Mistress would work on training her tits. Mistress rubbed slave girls tits in a caressing manner. Soon she was pulling the nipples and dropping them. Pulling the nipples, twisting, or pinching them before dropping them. Slave girl’s eyes were wide, but she said nothing. Mistress told me to get my head down to business and lick pussy. Lick soft, then hard, shallow then deep, and try my best to get slave girl to cum. She began to moan, softly at first, but increasingly louder. It was a sort of chant “Oo Uh” repeated over and over. I slipped a finger on her anus and rubbed circles and her volume went up. I pushed the finger in her ass a half inch and the volume went up. Her hips began to micro thrust, and then her whole body shuddered as her chant stopped suddenly. I felt her ass squeeze around my finger and the pulse of her cum washing my face. I came up for air; Mistress was watching with a smile on her face. She was tenderly caressing slave girls breasts, chest, and tummy. She looked very happy. “Slave boy, go to bathroom, remove your plug, wash it thoroughly and return it to the paper bag.” I went to do as I was told. I had practically forgotten about the butt plug.
I sat on one side of Mistress, naked now. Slave girl sat on the other side of Mistress. Our training time had come to and end. I had experienced punishment and pleasure today. I would remember both. I still had not spoken to the Latina, so I sat with Mistress who was hugging us lightly in her embrace. Mistress said, “Slave girl, you did very well today. You were obedient, indeed willing, in a situation you had not expected. Slave boy, you got off to a rocky start. I hope you have taken your lesson to heart. Yet I allowed you to experience some of the joys of servitude. You obeyed your Mistress at the end and I think you have no regrets about your participation today. Now we sit here and think how wonderful it could be if it were always this way. Think on that while you are away from Mistress and do not succumb to temptations to stray. Now, let us pray. ......
Slave girl left first, going out the back door. I waited another ten minutes and departed from the front door. I was instructed to come back for next Bible Study.


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