Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
The class continued, and when I could tear my attention away from Caleb, I learned a good bit about the body’s different erogenous zones and how to stimulate them. The doctors were both funny and educational, and I soon found myself as caught up in the class as everyone else. It was really, really nice to be able to sit back among my fellow kinksters and talk about sex like it was no big deal.
“And now,” Dr. Joi said as she held her arms out to the audience, “we need some volunteers to help us demonstrate g-spot and p-spot orgasms.” She glanced behind her with a smile at Caleb and a few other people now standing to the side of the stage. “Rawhide has kindly supplied us with some of their best Doms and Dommes who know how to work that magic spot in a woman. They have generously agreed to help us with our demonstration and have a little bit of fun. Before you raise your hand, please keep in mind that this is a class on human sexuality and you will be exposed in front of everyone. For all you subbie exhibitionists out there I’m sure this isn’t a problem, but for some of you it would be a nightmare come to life being actually naked in front of all your classmates on the first day of class. There are options, so please speak up if you’d like to keep some of your body parts a mystery to the general public. Remember, you are a cherished volunteer. We want you to be comfortable.”
Dr. Ramsfield straightened his black suit coat as he joined his wife, their two demo submissives standing by obediently. “For our male submissives, we will need a few volunteers so we can demonstrate the “P” spot.” He winked at the audience. “For those that are unfamiliar with the term, I’m talking about prostate orgasms. Our Doms and Dommes will select their partner from the audience one at a time. If you are selected, your Dom will use you as part of their demonstration on how to find and work those magic spots. Now, I realize for some of you this will be your first time playing together, so after you’re selected you’ll have a few minutes with your Dom to go over boundaries, safe words, and expectations. Remember, honest communication is key to any good relationship, BDSM or otherwise. So don’t feel like you have to lie to somehow impress or please your partner. Tell them the truth about what turns you on, and what doesn’t, and you will both have a much better experience.”
“Also,” Dr. Joi added while joining her husband, “please do not feel pressured to perform for the class. Every one of you is uniquely different in what turns you off and on. We are well aware that not everyone reacts to stimulation in the same way, so if this type of play doesn’t do it for you, don’t punish yourself for not having an orgasm or being aroused. We learn as much from observing what doesn’t work as what does. Don’t beat yourself up if things don’t work out how you think they should.”
“Punishing you is our job,” one of the men next to Caleb said with a menacing chuckle.
Everyone laughed, then they began to go through the Doms, and when they came to Caleb my arm shot up, along with most of the women in the room. Who could blame them. He was the kind of man who just gave off an invisible sexual aura. Combine that with his razor-sharp bone structure, sapphire eyes, killer hair, and what I was hoping was a good body beneath his baggy clothes and you had a Dom women would fight over.
Including me.
My palms got a little sweaty as Caleb pretended to scan the room for a moment before he pointed to me.
Disappointed groans whispered around me, along with more than one woman calling me a lucky bitch.
Jennifer gave my butt a light smack as I stood from the chair and said, “You go girl!”
My heart pounded so hard I was sure my chest was shaking as I scooted out from my desk, thankful I’d worn a pair of white sneakers instead of the high heels I usually favored. While I could hustle across an office building in heels for hours, running around on gravel paths and grass lawns in heels was a whole different ball game. And truth be told, my feet were ever so thankful.
My mind nattered on about the benefits of sneakers as I approached the stage in a weird dreamlike cloud of anxiety and anticipation. I swear I didn’t even feel my feet hitting the stairs. It just seemed as if Caleb was on a conveyor belt and I was being pulled toward him by some invisible force. Even the noise of the room dulled to a background hum as I stood before him. I hesitated a moment, unsure if I should kneel as some of the other subs were doing, look down at the ground, or meet his gaze.