His Indecent Training 4

His
Indecent Training 4

By Sky Corgan

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A New Beginning

It was strange returning to school knowing Damien wouldn't be there.
One of my classes took me right by his old classroom. For nostalgia's
sake, I peered inside. His name on the whiteboard had been replaced
by someone else's. Mrs. McConnolly, it said. Seeing her curvy
handwriting made me feel a bit guilty. If it wasn't for me being such
a brat about the no masturbating rule, Damien would probably still
have a job.

Oh well. What had happened happened, and we couldn't take it back.
All we could do was move forward.

Damien decided to take the semester off. He said there was a lot of
stuff around the house he needed to get done, and that he had enough
money saved back to last him a while. Despite having a freed up
schedule, he still only wanted to see me on the weekends, which made
me feel both sad and suspicious.

The only consolation was that we had spent a lot of time together
during my vacation between semesters. He had me in submissive mode
the entire time, and I had to endure more punishments than I liked to
remember. It was a game of pleasure and misery, constantly making me
question if our relationship was right for me after all. I loved
Damien; there was no doubt about that. And I loved all the strange
and interesting kink he showed me. But I hated that he was so strict,
so quick to punish me for slipping up.

It wasn't all bad though. Sometimes, Damien let his guard down, and I
could actually pretend we were a normal couple, like when he invited
me over to help decorate his Christmas tree. Those were the moments
that made it all worthwhile, when he was just being a man instead of
a Dom. We went around the tree, smiling and joking and laughing as we
put ornaments on it. Then afterward, he made us hot chocolate, and we
cuddled up together, admiring our handiwork. It was a beautiful
memory.

Of course, once the hot chocolate was gone, and he had taken our cups
to the kitchen, it was back to the bedroom for our kink session.
Romantic Damien faded away like the warmth of the sun, and cold
Dominant Damien took his place. Carnal Damien came after, when we
were coupled together. There were parts of each man that I loved, but
I still preferred Romantic Damien over them all. Unfortunately, he
was the one I saw the least of.

Damien flew to Washington to spend Christmas with his parents, which
gave me the chance to spend it with my mom. My dad was still on the
road and would likely not be home until after New Years. Since Damien
was no longer teaching at my college, I felt a bit safer disclosing
details about him to my mother. She didn't seem very interested until
I showed her a shirtless picture I had taken of him with my phone. I
nearly spat out my cider at her expression and the overzealous way
she said she would swoop in on him if we ever broke up.

Next came the question of when she was going to get to meet him.
Thoughtfully, I replied that I didn't know, and then explained that
he was in Washington for the holidays.

“
When he gets back,” she
said. “I've got to see if this guy is the same hunk of man
flesh he is in that picture.”

“
Mom!” I gasped at her.
“You're so bad.”

“
Hey, I may be old, but I bet
I could teach him a thing or two.”

I highly doubt that. If it has anything to do with sex, Damien
very likely already knows about it and has already tried it. He can
run circles around anyone in the bedroom,
I thought with a smirk.

Telling my mom about Damien wasn't the only thing I got accomplished
during vacation. I also finally got on birth control pills, which
Damien was ecstatic about. The only reason I had dragged my feet for
so long was because I needed a pap smear too. It was the first one I
ever had, and it was every bit as miserable as all the females in my
life had told me it would be. Cold speculum, awkward position,
uncomfortable swabbing. I grumbled all the way home about how I
deserved a reward for going through that. Damien didn't seem to agree
though. He insisted it was a necessary part of keeping up with my
health, and that it should be rewarding enough to know I had done
something good for myself. We could agree to disagree on that one.

Now that vacation was over, life was about settling back into a
schedule and concentrating on my studies. Since I had dropped Art
Appreciation last semester to get away from Damien, I had to take
another humanities class, so this time I chose Music Appreciation.

Surprisingly, there was a familiar face in the class, a tall lanky
boy with olive skin and unusual green gray eyes. When he spotted me,
he took the desk next to mine, introducing himself as Colton
Caldwell.

Mmm He looks even more yummy than he did at the restaurant,
I
thought, and then instantly chastised myself for it.
Look, but
don't touch. You have Damien.

I found myself looking throughout the entire class. And so was he.
Instead of Music Appreciation 101, it was more like Eye Fucking 101.

When he asked me if I wanted to hang out after school, everything in
me screamed no, but my lips still said yes. And so I found myself
following him to his apartment, and then we were inside, sitting on
his sofa, and I was feeling guilty for being there.

“
How long have you known
Vinny?” he asked, trying to break the silence.

“
Not long. He's been dating my
best friend since close to the beginning of last semester, but I've
only seen him a handful of times,” I replied.

“
He's a character, isn't he?”

He's an asshat.
“
Quite.
They both have big personalities though.”

“
Yeah,” Colton let out a
short laugh. “We've known each other since kindergarten.”

“
So, you're close?” I
felt somewhat disappointed. Birds of a feather, as they say.

“
Not really. We're more like
long time acquaintances. We talked to each other off and on
throughout high school, but we were never close friends. We had a
class together last semester, and when he saw me, he wanted to get
all buddy-buddy. Probably because I was the only person he knew in
the class. He's a nice guy, but a little obnoxious at times. He
really loves your girl though.”

I sighed in relief. “Oh, thank God. I'm glad I'm not the only
one who thinks he's obnoxious.”

Colton grinned. “He's always been obnoxious. Some things don't
change.”

“
No, they don't.” I
smiled, thinking about how Tanya was much the same as she had been in
high school. Maybe even I was too, though I'd like to think that I
matured a little. Dating an older man does that to you, doesn't it?

“
So.” He took a deep
breath. “Are you dating anyone?”

For some reason, the question caused a spike in my heart. I almost
didn't want to answer it.

“
Yes,” I replied
finally.

His expression sulked a bit. “Vinny told me you were dating
Damien Reed, the old Art Appreciation professor.”

“
Vinny needs to keep his mouth
shut,” I grumbled.

“
It's true then?”

“
We're not really dating. It's
more like . . . something else.”

“
Like what?”

“
It's complicated. I don't
really want to get into it.”

“
But you're committed to him?”

“
Yes,” I said,
reassuring myself more than him.

“
That's a shame. I mean, not
that I'm surprised. You're a beautiful girl. You should have a
boyfriend,” he stumbled over his words, making it impossible
for me not to grin. “Sorry. That sounded stupid, didn't it?”

“
No, it's fine, and I'm
flattered you would say I'm beautiful. What about you though? No
girlfriend?”

“
No.” Colton rubbed the
back of his neck, obviously still embarrassed about gushing.

“
I don't know you very well
yet, but you seem like a nice guy. I'm sure it won't be long before
you find someone.”

Even though I couldn't have him, the idea of letting the chance slip
by made me kind of sad. He was a cute guy, around my age, who wanted
an actual relationship. What more could I ask for? And yet, I loved
Damien. Our relationship was strange, but I felt like I had worked
hard to get him, and I wasn't just going to give him up on a lusty
whim, no matter how bad my loins were aching for this other boy . . .
which was pretty damn bad. My body was all alight with desire and
confusion.

“
We should get to know each
other better,” Colton suggested, breaking me away from my
thoughts. “Just because you have a boyfriend doesn't mean we
can't be friends.”

No, it doesn't, but it's dangerous, and I doubt Damien will like
the idea. Or will he even care?
I wasn't sure anymore.

It wasn't long after that I took my leave. To be honest, I couldn't
get away from Colton fast enough. There was something about him that
set off dark desires I hadn't felt in a long time, not since first
meeting Damien Reed.

That night was one of the hardest not to masturbate since Damien
first imposed the rule on me. My body was in a pleasure frenzy, and
Colton Caldwell was the target. No matter how much I swore I wouldn't
think about him, he kept coming back to my mind. His dark hair, his
charming smile, the way he looked at me. It was different than how
Damien looked at me—different than he had ever looked at me.
Even in the beginning, Damien's eyes were cool and powerful, never
betraying emotion. They were still like that most of the time. Where
as, Colton's eyes were warm and hid nothing. I sighed, trying not to
think about them as I drifted off to sleep.

The following day, Colton asked if I wanted to hang out with him
again after school. To be honest, I had thought that telling him
about Damien would have warded him off. That didn't seem to be the
case though. Against my better judgment, I agreed. Not just that
afternoon, but the one that followed, and the one that followed that
one. We spent our time doing homework together and watching movies
and playing video games and joking and flirting. Nothing went beyond
friendship, but I certainly felt a closeness to him that amplified
what I felt was missing from my relationship with Damien. By the end
of the week, the only afternoon Colton and I hadn't spent together
was Thursday.

I had never been more conflicted when I stood in front of Damien
Reed's mansion on Saturday. For some reason, I felt incredibly
guilty, like I had been cheating on him with Colton, even though I
really hadn't. How would he react to me picking up a new male friend?
Should I even tell him? Throughout the week, I sent Damien text
messages to let him about the deviation from my schedule, though I
only mentioned I had gone out with a friend, not who that friend was.
He never asked, so I didn't feel it was important information to
disclose.

Damien opened the door with the same deadpan expression, looking
delicious as usual in jeans and a T-shirt. Obediently, I followed him
back to the classroom as he asked me how my first week of school had
gone. There was nothing remarkable about it except for Colton
Caldwell, who I made sure to leave out of the conversation.

Tonight's kink session involved Damien fastening a heavy chain dog
lead to my training collar. I laid back on the bed, naked and with my
legs spread as he flossed the chain between my pussy lips. The
coldness of it made me want to squirm, but there was certainly
pleasure whenever the links bumped across my engorged clit. Damien
skillfully worked the chain back and forth, watching my facial
expression, listening to my breathing, totally in tune with my body.
It was getting to the point where I rarely needed to tell him I was
about to come; he just knew. That's when the game of give and take
came into play. Sometimes I felt like he was a sadist because of his
love of orgasm denial.

Eventually, he allowed me to plummet over the edge of sweet sexual
oblivion. I panted while the contractions rolled through me, staring
up into his eyes, trying to find some emotion there—any emotion
there. Was he becoming bored with me? Did he even enjoy pleasuring me
anymore?

Why are you worrying about this? Nothing has changed. Damien has
always acted this way. It's you who are being different.