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,
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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.
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