Fifty Shades of BDSM Trilogy (5 page)

Quietly, he collected our papers and then
went to the wall mounted flat screen in the corner of the room to
set up a video before leaving again. I looked across the row of
seats, hoping that someone would be interested in conversation, but
all eyes were glued to the television as the video began to
play.

“Welcome to the Napa Valley Body Awareness
Resort,” it began with an image of the resort. “We take pride in
providing the most professional and intimate body awareness classes
in the entire country. Our top of the line establishment is well
equipped to train our students in a variety of fields, including:
domination, submission, bondage, and kink play. Our professional
staff will guide you every step of the way, providing you with a
comfortable and safe environment to explore your sexuality.”

About fifteen minutes into the video, Master
Neil peaked his head inside the door. “Melita, can I see you for a
moment?”

My breath caught as I realized it was only
day one and I was already in trouble. Hopefully, he wouldn't spank
me for it, as I had seen a girl in the video receive punishment for
being disobedient.

The other girls didn't take their eyes off
the screen as I slunk out off the classroom, following Master Neil
down the hall to a small office. He gestured to one of the two
chairs that faced his desk and then quietly closed the door as I
took a seat.

“I wanted to talk to you about the answers on
your questionnaire,” he began, sliding into the plush black office
chair across from me. “You didn't want to come here, did you?”

“No,” I admitted quickly. “My fiancé signed
me up for these classes. I have absolutely zero interest in BDSM,
as is indicated on my questionnaire.”

A warm smile crossed his aged face, and I
could tell that he found the situation amusing. “It appears that
Mr. Kemble left out that little tidbit during our conversation
earlier this week.”

“I'm not surprised. Mr. Kemble tends to leave
out a lot.”

“So, I assume you were against coming
here.”

“I was.”

Master Neil leaned back in his chair,
steepling his hands. “I saw on your questionnaire that you have no
experience with BDSM, and I know from my conversation with Mr.
Kemble that you don't have much experience with anything else
either. Is that correct, or is that just something that you told
him so that he wouldn't send you here?”

This question caught me off guard, and I felt
my face flush in unmerited embarrassment because of it. “That is
correct. I am a virgin. I didn't just make it up to get out of
this.”

“Have you ever masturbated before?”

I was appalled by the boldness of his
questions, feeling more uncomfortable by the minute. “I've never
felt a need to.”

He leaned forward, as if coming to some
dramatic conclusion. “Then how do you even know what your body
likes and what it doesn't?”

The honest answer was that I didn't. My body
was completely unexplored, even by me. Sure, I had yearnings from
time to time, particularly for Liam. But I had always felt dirty
when I tried to touch myself before . . . like it was somehow
wrong. All of my life I had wanted to save every sacred part of
myself for the man whom I was to marry. My body was his temple, and
only he would be allowed to give me pleasure. Pleasure that wasn't
shared with a man just seemed pointless to me.

“Listen.” Master Neil leaned back again. “I
know that this is all new to you, and I know that you're scared.
That's natural, especially for someone in your rare delicate
position. You need to understand though, that we're not here to
hurt you or corrupt you. What we're here to do is help enrich your
life. Mr. Kemble would not have sent you here if he didn't think
you would benefit from it.”

I'm sure that the only person Mr. Kemble
cares about benefiting is himself
, I thought bitterly, but
didn't dare to speak it.

“Mr. Kemble has given us explicit
instructions to start with the very basics. We're not going to just
toss you into the middle of the BDSM world and expect you to sink
or swim. You have nothing to worry about, I assure you,” his voice
sounded genuine, but I still didn't trust it. “I need to know
though, before we begin, that you're willing to actually give this
a chance. If you're going to be resistant throughout the entire
thing, then you won't benefit from it and shouldn't even be here. I
won't force you to stay, but I will force you to leave if I don't
think that this is a good fit for you.”

This shocked me. I didn't know that getting
kicked out was an option. While it sounded incredibly appealing, I
had to remember that the happiness of my marriage could potentially
be on the line if I decided to leave.

“Do you think that this is a good fit for
me?” I asked shyly, letting my vulnerability shine through.

A warm smile creased Master Neil's lips. “I
think that you're a blank slate, and that makes you a perfect
candidate to benefit from the classes that we offer.”

It sounded very generic, but I decided to
take it as a yes.

“I'll tell you what,” he continued. “Go
finish watching the video with the rest of the girls. There's about
thirty minutes left. After the video, we're going to break for
lunch. Let me know what you want to do then. If you still want to
leave, I'll arrange for a limo to come pick you up.”

I nodded, my mind feeling a bit more at ease
now that I knew I could leave if I wanted to. Master Neil escorted
me back to the classroom, and this time, all the girls watched me
as I took my seat.

“What did he want?” Mary leaned over to
whisper.

“He wanted to know if I want to leave.”

“Why would you want to leave?”

“Because I didn't sign up for this. My fiance
signed me up for it.”

“Oh,” she paused for a moment. “Well, you
should stay. It's going to be a whole lot of fun.”

It was obvious we had a different idea of
what fun was.

While my eyes stared at the images on the
screen for the next thirty minutes, my mind was worlds away,
fighting an epic battle of should I stay or should I go. I went
over the list of pros and cons in my head, trying to see which way
the scale was tipped. On the pro side, the school was beautiful and
immaculately clean. It was not the trashy dim lit warehouse that I
had expected it to be. The staff, at least the handful of them that
I had met so far, were all professionally dressed and courteous,
seeming genuinely to want to help.

As for the cons, there really weren't many. I
wasn't dumb enough to think that there wouldn't be any
inappropriate touching involved. The video was a good testament to
that. In it, there were women being paddled on their bare bottoms,
having their nipples clamped and pulled, and even one having her
naked cunt spanked with a riding crop. That would definitely make
me uncomfortable. But the video also promised that I would be
psychologically prepared for it so that it would be enjoyable
instead of mortifying.

I sighed as the video came to an end. If I
was going to stay, then I needed to put one hundred percent into
this to make it work. Half-assing it wouldn't do. Besides, if they
saw that I wasn't enjoying it, they'd likely send me home anyway,
so what did I really have to lose.

About five minutes before the end of the
video, Master Neil returned to the room. He watched the ending with
us, which felt slightly awkward to me considering that it was a sex
video.
Right mindset
, I reminded myself.
He's an
instructor, and this is natural for this type of class.

“It's time for lunch,” he said as he turned
off the television. “I'll expect you all to meet me back here in an
hour.”

“We should eat together,” Mary told me.

“I'll be along shortly.” I smiled at her,
again falling flat with my genuine happiness.

She nodded and was out the door with the rest
of the women.

“So, have you made your decision?” Master
Neil asked after everyone had left.

“Yes.” I took a deep breath before
responding. “I've decided to stay.”

PART 2

It was hard to believe I had thrown my moral
upbringing aside to cooperate in learning about BDSM. Despite the
light in which the school portrayed it to be an amazing sexual
journey, I still couldn't shake the thought that it was dirty.

As I entered the dining room, I saw all of my
classmates sitting together. Mary, the eldest of the group,
motioned me over to join them. The other two girls smiled warmly at
me as I took the only remaining seat.

“Hi. My name is Wilma,” the modelesque
brunette introduced herself. I wasn't sure if I had ever seen a
woman more gorgeous. Her dark features were perfectly placed, not
too close together, not too far apart. She extended a slender hand,
and I shook it gingerly.

“And I'm Xena,” the blonde girl said,
mirroring the handshake the other girl had given me.

“Like the warrior princess?” I asked
teasingly, and then immediately regretted it. She probably heard
that so much she was sick of it.

“That was a bit after my time.” The look she
gave me spoke volumes about the contempt she felt for the
comment.

“Apologies. I didn't mean to offend you. I'm
Melita, by the way.”

“So, you said that your fiancé forced you to
come here,” Mary quickly changed the subject.

“Yes,” I glanced away, nervously. “I didn't
really want to come.”

“Don't worry. My husband forced me to come as
well,” Wilma said, and I looked at her in surprise.

“Really?”

“Yes.” She shrugged. “He thought it would
spice up our bedroom life.”

“Isn't that why anyone comes here?” Mary
glanced at all of us and then laughed.

“I thought it might be fun as well.” Wilma
shrugged again.

“Well, I wanted to come.” Xena announced. “I
heard that this was the best BDSM school in the entire country. I
want to learn how to be a dominatrix so that I can get what I want
from men.” Her explanation was shameless, and I was in awe at her
determination.

“Am I going to learn how to be a dominatrix
too?” I asked timidly.

“Only if that's what you signed up for,” Mary
responded. “I came for the whole shebang.”

“I'm doing a bit of everything too,” Wilma
said, not looking the least bit nervous.

“I'm guessing that hubby cakes didn't tell
you what he signed you up for?” Mary gave me a smirk. I could tell
she was a real firecracker. With wildly curly burgundy hair held up
by bobby pins, and large brown eyes, she was the perfect
personification of fiery redhead.

“No.” I felt embarrassed to admit it. “I
haven't eaten anything yet today, so I'm going to go get some
food,” I told them, trying to avoid the subject.

“Well good heavens girl, go get your feed bag
on. You're going to need all of your strength for the crazy stuff
they have planned for us,” Mary told me, sending me on my way.

I sighed as I stepped up to tell the chef to
fix me a turkey sandwich. Despite having not eaten breakfast, my
appetite just wasn't there.

Mary's comment made me feel even queasier,
thinking about what crazy stuff they had planned for us. Was I
really up for this? I had told myself that I would give it my all,
but part of me still wasn't sure.
I'm doing this for my
family
, I had to remind myself. That would have to be my mantra
through this entire ordeal—the only thing that would get me through
it.

Master Neil was waiting for us when we
returned from lunch. There was a white board behind him that he had
written several notes on, including the names of the other
instructors at the school.

As I slid into my seat, I noticed a fresh
writing tablet and a pen had been set on all the desks, presumably
to take notes. I picked up the pen and tapped it against the tablet
a few times. It would be a good distraction from having to look
Master Neil in the eyes.

“Did you have a good lunch, ladies?” he asked
courteously.

The responses were divided between, “Yes,
sir,” and “Yes, master."

“Lesson number one,” Master Neil began with a
more authoritative tone. “From here on out, you will refer to all
male professors as master. You will answer, 'Yes, master,' not,
'Yes, sir'. For all female professors, you will answer, 'Yes,
mistress,' not, 'Yes, ma'am'. Failure to address your professor
correctly will result in a spanking with this.” He pulled a small
black painted paddle from the drawer of his desk and showed it to
us. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, master,” we all responded in sync.

“Now,” he continued. “I am Master Neil. There
are six other professors at this school that teach in different
fields. Mistress Yolanda heads the bondage course. She specializes
in rope play and knot tying. Master Zamuel specializes in teaching
dominance and obedience. Mistress Amanda is in charge of toys.
Master Benjamin teaches body awareness. Mistress Cassandra teaches
a spirituality through sexuality course. Master Darrel teaches
advanced pain techniques. Master Eric teaches pleasure play. And I
am in charge of BDSM lecture and education. After today, you will
all be split up with a different instructor to receive your
hands-on training. You may want to write this down so that you
remember who to report to tomorrow.” Master Neil eyed us all as if
to say he would not be repeating himself. “Mary, you will be with
Master Eric. Melita, you're assigned to Master Benjamin. Wilma will
be with Mistress Cassandra. And Xena, you will go with Master
Zamuel.”

That means I'll start with a body awareness
class, I thought to myself, wondering what that would entail.
Hopefully, I'd remember to ask about it during our question and
answer session.

Master Niel continued, “In the morning, you
will all gather in the lobby where your assigned instructor will
come collect you. Moving on. Things that you can expect from this
course. We realize that you all come from different sexual
backgrounds and have different needs, so here at the Napa Valley
Body Awareness Resort, we strive to tailor the courses to each
student's individual needs. No two students receive identical
training here unless they come in for a couple's course. We try to
respect each student's limits, but know that you are here so that
we can push your boundaries. If you are not completely open to the
techniques that we plan to teach, then you will not get the full
benefit of the course. No faculty member here will do anything that
will permanently harm you. Even our advanced pain classes are
handled with the utmost care to ensure minimal bodily damage. In
fact, the most intense class that we offer here is a needle play
class, so if you were looking for anything more extreme than that,
I'm afraid you'll have to go some place else.”