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O-2000 - Part 21 (Fdom/F, rom, hum, oral)
By SafeWord
"SafeWord" Title: Pillars of Learning : O-2000.
Episode XVIII : Dedications:... Dedicated to:
Deirdre, who could say more in fewer words than I'll
ever manage. And to: Lenny Bruce for his courage to:
"O" Music to Read by:... "Sweet Dreams are Made of
These" Version by Eur..... "Sweet Dreams are Made of
These" Version by Mar. M..... "Diamonds & Rust" Joa.
B. & Mar. C. C...
Quotations: I have... Immortal longings in me.
William Shakespeare, "Antony and Cleopatra", Act 5
scene 2. The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us. William Shakespeare,
"King Lear", Act 5 scene 3. There is nothing either
good or bad, but thinking makes it so. William
Shakespeare, "Hamlet", Act 2 scene 2 "Seeing much,
suffering much, and studying much, are the three
pillars of learning." Benjamin Disraeli (1804 - 1881)
***
So I settled into my new life, new studies, new
teachers, new disciplines, to learn, to Master... for
one. Life became, a Pachebel complexity of interwoven
experiences... serene, but deviously complex. J's
intentions on my training routine were put into place
and she took me to meet my Marshal Arts Instructor,
Mr. Samsung ... The school's owner, a small Japanese
man. Interviewed me, then, personally taught me,
alone, never with the rest.
I started my training the next day. I was the only
girl in the school and most of the rest of the
students seemed to be ex football players. At least
it seemed like that from their size. Two hours, a
day, every day, except Sundays, but six hours on
Saturdays. I learned holds, slashes, punches, stomps
and a million ways to land on your butt without
hurting yourself, too badly. Compliments of my
instructor who threw me all around the room until I
learned to counter or throw Him!
He taught me falls, throws, breaking holds and
defensive actions. It seemed to be all counter this
and counter that. How to use a larger person's mass
against them and keep it against them. How to disarm
a person, even with a gun. He taught me intensively
on a defensive style of fighting where speed and
accuracy were more important than strength and size.
And how to use Escrima sticks. I learned some nasty
stuff and fifty ways to kill, main or incapacitate an
opponent. Fast!
I didn't take it all that serious. I was so small I
figured someone could just clock me one and that
would be it but my instructor told me after
intensively drilling and teaching me for two months,
that I already was pretty dangerous for a poorly
trained assailant to tackle. He had shown me how to
do more damage with a finger than most people could
do with a club. Speed, surprise, accuracy and
practice, practise, practise.
My teacher, mock attacked me, so often that I was
jumping, striking at and seriously injuring shadows.
At the end of six months he advised me, he had taught
me all I really needed and that I just had to keep
practising to maintain my edge. But... Still. He
wanted me back once or if I could, twice a week...
forever!
Next summer he wanted me to go with him on a training
trip to the Phillippines if possible. I was
stunned...I thought he was just putting me off and
that I had failed. But he assured me that, what I had
learned was enough for my protection and to never use
it even in fun on anyone except where necessary for
my safety.
He also told me I was the fastest learner and the
absolute quickest moving, reacting person he had ever
taught. He said he would pray for anyone stupid
enough to attempt to manhandle me. Then he presented
me with a little jade case about 12 inches long
asking me to bring the contents each week but not to
open it until I was home. Gee! that made me feel
good.
Being lucky, my training and gift came at just the
right time but more on that later. Years later I
tried to figure out what discipline my master had
taught me and realised I had been taught in a
calculated mix... elements of Jujitsu. (I've lost my
sword so I'm gonna murder you gently, rather than
chop you in little pieces!), Aiki-Jujitsu (have a
nice trip?), Judo (gentle way... give me a break
...har har.), Kempo/Kenpo Karate conversions (can you
spell Shaolin?), Silats (Whose head is this lying
here?), Arnis (having trouble... just stick to it),
Kali (Big scary wavy knife/sword attacks and I had to
take them away from him!), Escrima (But that's just a
stick? Ouch! OUCH!) and a few other things, he made
up, I guess. Kind of a Super Kajukenbo style he
personally created and taught to me alone!
None of the others in the school ever were with us,
so I don't know for sure. But later he specialised my
training in the art forms of Escrima. When I got home
that night... In the case were, two wonderfully
craved dark, metal like, wands around 8 inches long
and one inch thick, with another, shiny metal as end
caps . Examining one, it looked like a short Escrima
stick until I found the button that popped it open in
length (almost breaking my curious nose). Now the
stick was extended to over two feet long, exquisitely
balanced with a nasty punch, from the weighted, heavy
ends and I mean heavy. The sticks weighted less than
a 1/2 pound each but all the heft was in the ends.
When J saw them she said, "Well they should be Love.
The shafts seem to be titanium and I think the end
caps, are made of Platinum. I think your instructor
just gave you a gift worth more than the cost of your
training. Maybe much more! I've never seen anything
like these for sale. I would imagine, he had them
made for you. Not very conventional but I think your
training has been, anything but, anyway. We'll alter
your capes and school blazer so you can conceal them
on your person. One never knows."
At my teacher suggestion, J arranged for my hero
security guards to work out with me (my own personal
practise dummies, except they weren't dumb!). I found
out they had their own quarters in the lower part of
J's building and their own workout gym. The first
time Steve volunteered and as we worked out, he was
real easy on me in the mock attacks until his butt
became sore from me throwing him so easily.
So he switched to a friendly "Ok, little girl you
asked for this," with exactly the same results.
Next day his back was acting up and another of our
guards took his place. I found out later they all
would draw cards and the loser had to be my own
personal crash dummy. But they were proud of me all
the same, made me demonstrate, some of the techniques
and none of them ever "lost it" and got angry. But
they wore, full padded body armour, when I needed to
practise with my sticks... They even joked about
hiring me, to protect them! Gosh!
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I was back in school now. Life had settled into
hectic routine of sorts. Studying like heck, Training
like heck. Months of long sessions every Sunday.
Learning how to be a professional masseuse, private
lessons in the fine act of erotic art form of body
massage.
First.... my teacher, a simply stunning Egyptian
lady, gave me massages, which I sure needed as my
body was beat from the martial arts classes. Then she
taught me how to give them to her. Nothing was held
back, she wasn't just teaching me just how to sooth
sore muscles.
She taught about all the pleasure points on a human
body and a dozen ways to thrill and arouse another
person.. Then a couple of dozen ways to satisfy that
passion, once aroused. Soft lighting, gentle music,
fragrant incense burning. Sensuous Oils, creams,
feathers, velvet gloves and erotic toys. I practised
on her and learned to play her body like a fine
musical instrument. My hands stroking her. Massaging
all of her muscles, back, leg, hands shoulder, neck,
feet. My fingers playing on, with, her nipples, soft
inner folds.
A small dildo inserted in her anus at just the right
time. Another larger one strapped on my hips impaling
her. My lips nipping on her ears. just as she liked,
making her purr, making her come. Serious passionate
erotic lesbian love play. After climaxing multiple
times during a very intense session.
My teacher begged me to stop and said she was feeling
guilty charging J for the sessions as she should be
paying me, for my services. We parted friends.
------
My graduation ceremony was applying all of my newly
acquired skills on a unsuspecting J that evening. A
hot bath, a full body massage, a long slow session of
caressing, stimulating her . I brought out my newly
purchased love toys and J experienced a dildo for her
first time. Her climaxes were fantastic. She took the
next day off work, sent the staff away and kept me
home from school. J was insatiable. I spent hours on
her, in her. Beads and balls and feathers and
massages.
She had never allowed a man to screw her but kept me
ramming, pounding, ever larger plastic or rubber
dildos into her tiny pussy and anus. She couldn't get
enough and it opened up worlds of pleasure for us.
She still loved my mouth on her mostly, but from then
on, would often tell me to bring my toys to bed. She
had not whipped me at all during my training.
So, as my self defence and massage courses had gone
so well, I was rewarded in our special room. Strapped
between her/our silver pillars J said afterwards that
she came a few times just listening to my delicious
screams. As did I. Not that it was all work and no
play, mind you.
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Wendy visited me often or had me over after school.
She would pick me up and whisk me off to her place.
The first time she pulled up beside me after school,
jumped out, gave me a kiss and pretty well dragged me
into her car (she was horny!). That caused my
watching guards a fit until they saw, though the
passionate kisses that Wendy was giving me, my
frantic signals, that all was ok,
She took me to her place, stripped my clothes off and
had me on my knees in front of her servicing her wet
pussy, within a minute of our arrival. She climaxed
quickly on my face, then had me lie on my back beside
her bed and ran her feet over my features. She then
pulled a little vibrator out of her bed stand and I
heard it bussing as she played it on herself, while
she looked down on me worshipping her feet.
"Lick between my toes. Yes! Now do the bottoms. That
feels so nice. Do this one now it wants some
attention. Good girl. Do you like that? I do. What
time do you have to be home? Well, that gives us a
couple of hours. Can I have you over tomorrow night?
Do you have any classes to attend? I'd like to have
some friends over tomorrow to meet you. You don't
mind do you? Don't worry, I'll ask J. I sure owe her
for this little treat. Suck my toes, every one now.
Good Girl."
I heard the vibrator bussing frantically, as she
shoved it in her, groaning as she climaxed. I had to
hurry later on though. I would have asked Wendy to
drive me, but, she was sound asleep, after her fourth
climax? It was no bother. J's limo pulled up
immediately when I stepped out of her house and one
of my security team held open the car door for me.
There was a hot Cappuccino coffee (which I love)
sitting on the bar tray for me. So I settled back in
the seat and sipped it. They sped me to my martial
arts class and home afterwards. Maria had a late
supper set out, ready for me and as I ate, one of the
girls poured me a hot bath.
After I had soaked the stiffness out of my tired
muscles. I found, in my room, some one had placed,
fresh flowers and I was amazed to find my cape and
house rings, set out, on my bed, ready for me. No
secrets in this house! Oh well!! I was the house
slave and everyone knew it. But I sure was a pampered
one. Oops. Buzz, Buzz!! Sweet pleasure.
Mistress is calling me.... I hurry off to her
service.
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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