Disclaimer This is a work of erotic fiction. The subject is erotic in nature and may not be to your liking. The author does not endorse the lifestyle or acts that are described here. It is meant solely for the reader's pleasure. If such literature turns you off, you are requested to stop reading here. Please do not try these things at home. What may read as exciting acts may be fatal to the participants if performed in real life. If you are still here, I hope you enjoy the story. Your comments, brickbats, and praise are all equally welcome. You can write to me at bentspoon@gmail.com. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sex Education – Part VI I met Rajan in the corridor the following day. We happened to be crossing each other, when he stopped me. "Kiran. A minute please." We stepped aside from the rushing students. "Join me for lunch today", he said. "I didn't know students were allowed into the staff lunch room", I mentioned. I was enjoying my newfound confidence. Nothing seemed to faze me. "I was hoping we could go out. I'll wait at my car, I'll be expecting you." With that he went his way, and I went mine. Inside class, John was sitting on the desk and Debra on the bench, and they were lost in some chat. But the moment she saw me, she flashed me a huge smile, John gave me a scowl. "What's going on man?" my deskmate and only 'friend' in class asked me. "What do you mean?" I asked him innocently. He was a day-scholar and had got secondhand news about the events of last evening. "Shit! Don't give me that crap. You know what I am talking about." I smiled at him and shrugged my shoulders. "She's my slave and that's about it. What's more to say? Everybody know about it now." "But how did you manage it?" "I ordered her. I was the first one to do it, and I got her." "So if I go order her to do something?" "She won't listen, unless…" "Unless what?" "Unless I tell her that she should listen to you." "Fuck off. You are kidding me." "Try it." He got up and walked towards Debra. On reaching her he instructed her to stand up. "Go play somewhere else Jeevan. This is a man's game", she dismissed him. The class erupted with laughter. Jeevan walked back shamefacedly. After he took his seat, I slipped him a paper. On it I had written, "Obey his first instruction." I had signed the paper. As he got up, I held his wrist and told him, "Make it count". He nodded. Then he walked up to her, and gave her the note. She stood up immediately. "Kiss me, on my lips", he instructed her. "I've got to obey only your first instruction", she pointed out. "Exactly. The first instruction AFTER I give you that note." "I'm sorry", she said timidly and reached forward and kissed him full on the lips. Jeevan walked back triumphantly. "I can get used to this", he said. "I wonder how", I asked him. "Come on. You tell her that she should listen to me, and I have it." "Sorry to dash your hopes buddy. You want her, you ask me. I'll give her to you if I am in the mood." The teacher walked it at this moment. The rest of the morning was spent in studies. I had suddenly rediscovered my interest in my books and I was feeling much better. When the lunch bell rang I made my way to the parking lot. As promised Rajan was waiting as his car. We drove to a restaurant. After we had ordered he came to the point. "Do you have any idea about what you are getting into?" "Why do I get the feeling you are going to tell me?" "Cocky, aren't we? Yes, I know how it is. I have felt it myself. Although I had to struggle a little more than you did. Did she tell you about Meera?" I nodded. "Well Meera is my slave. But in her case I had to subdue her. She is a dominant too, unlike Debra. So I had to break her. But I know what you are experiencing. But believe me, it is a tough act to keep up. First of all, let me assure you, I am on your side. I want you to stay in control and on top." "Yeah right", I said. "Have you heard about BDSM?" he asked me. "No. Should I have?" "Well considering that you are into the lifestyle, I guess you should have." "Lifestyle?" He seemed surprised and scratched his head, then said, "Ok. BDSM is a form of lifestyle. It means one person controls or exerts control over his or her partner. In a couple, there are two roles, one is the dominant and the other the submissive. To take the example of you and Debra, you are the dominant and she the submissive. Do you understand?" "Rajan, I am the class topper, and nobody in the history of this school has scored like I have. So quit treating me like a kid, please?" "Ok. Ok. Sorry. But did you get what I said?" "Yes. I understood that I am the dominant and she is the submissive. So what's the big deal?" He smiled. "The big deal is that it is not like your normal relationship. In BDSM, it has nothing to do with the sex of the participants. I know of female dominants with male subs. In society they still play out the role of husband and wife, with the husband taking the decisions, but in private it is the woman in control. So this is not an extension of your normal family life. Let's take for example, what you did to John and Debra. That is what the lifestyle is all about, control. You don't want her love, you want her fear and the respect that is induced by that fear." As he spoke, things began to get clear to me too. "In fact, I wasn't sure what I was going to tell you today, until I heard about John and Debra, and your game. Then I knew that you are a true dominant and a worthy person for membership to the Master's Club." "The Master's Club?" "That's the second point on the agenda. There is a very small and exclusive group in town, it's called the Master's Club. To get in to the club, the only qualification is that you have a slave, and have proved your command over the slave. I think with John and Jeevan, you have more than proved your command over Debra. So welcome to the club." As he said this he took out a pouch and placed it on the table. "Open it when you are alone. It is your membership. Now onto other stuff. I have been selected by the club to guide you. Not because we think you can't control things, but because we think you are very special. At 17, you have grasped the concepts perfectly. We don't want you to get led away by guilt and all that crap. I come to you as a friend." He reached across the table and held out his hand of friendship. I took it. "Good" At this point our food was served. We waited till the waiter had moved away to resume to conversation. "So how did you approach Debra?" he asked me. "Well I had been watching her for a while now. It actually struck me out of the blue that she liked being given orders. I watched her obey people who didn't have a clue that she was obeying them. So I took a chance and ordered her. She fell." "Brilliant! For many of us, it takes time to realize that we are dominants, or subs for that matter. Look at Meera, she always thought she was dominant, until I showed her otherwise." "How did you know she was a sub?" "I didn't. In fact, I first noticed that she was trying to dominate me. So I spoke about it to a friend of mine. I didn't know it at the time, but she was a dominant. She explained the lifestyle to me. Like the typical male, I couldn't stand the fact that my wife wanted to dominate me. So, unlike you, I am not a natural. I had to become a dom because I did not want to be a sub. With the help of my friend, I broke Meera little by little, until she capitulated." "Wow! Sounds exciting", I told him. "I thought you would." We laughed. We had crossed lines now. We were no longer teacher and student, but two equals. As we drove back to school, Rajan invited me home for dinner. I accepted the invitation. He asked me to bring my 'toy' along, and I agreed. I opened the package he had given me when I was back in my room in the evening. I had put Debra on the job of cleaning my room. So as she cleaned the room, I went through the package. It contained three books. One was title the Story of O, and the others were guides for doms. There was a card that identified me as a member of the Master's Club. Then there was a booklet on important numbers I could reach if I ever needed help. None of the numbers had names against it. The final item was a mobile phone. This shocked me, mobile phones were still in development. They were not available freely, but here I was holding one. A note along with it gave the number of my handset. It also cautioned me against bragging about it. The phone only reached club members, and was not for public display. I told Debra that we would be joining Rajan and Meera for dinner, and that she was to be ready by 9. At 9 sharp, she knocked at my door. I smiled at her, "You don't like my urine?" "She smiled back, "That and the fact that I want to please you." Together we made our first 'social' visit. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------