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Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ 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! ----- 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. ------ 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. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 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. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 12