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The next morning Tamara awoke in a dreamy state. She felt the warm silk sheets glide over her nipples as she turned. The delicious sensations aroused her. In her dreamy half sleeping state she fantasized someone drawing the sheets off her body. Suddenly, she was aware of someone in the bed with her. It all began rushing back to her. “Oh my god, he’s still here!” she thought. Slowly, she moved away from him. Sensing she was awake, he placed his hand softy on the small of her back.
“Let me give you a massage darling,” he said low and sweet, kissing her neck.
He began to massage the small of her back in little circles, then moving up her spine to remove any tension. She stiffened at first, and then settled down to the lovely sensations as the tension left her. He massaged her shoulder blades, then shoulders and down each arm. Next, he sat up and massaged her feet, then calves and up her outer thighs. She waited timidly for him to touch her inner thighs but unexpectedly he did not. Her expression betrayed a momentary disappointment.
“I have already ordered breakfast for us my sweet darling, you will want to put on a robe and fix your hair before it arrives,’ he told her. He disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door.
“What the hell am I going to do now, I can’t take this two days in a row!” she thought. She stretched and began to compose herself. She sat up and shuffled to the chair where her robe was d****d. Looking in the mirror, she frowned at the tussled hair and remains of makeup. A knock came from the door to the suite. He exited the bath in his robe, picked up his wallet and crossed to the living room. She heard him instruct the waiter with the cart, thanked him, then the waiter thanked him profusely and closed the door.
“Your breakfast and paper are here my lady,” he called to her. She hurriedly stumbled to the bathroom and locked the door. “Shower later dear, your breakfast will get cold. I promise this will be a day of rest and preparation.” he said through the locked door. She brushed her hair and wiped the make up from her face. Clutching her robe around her, she sheepishly opened the door and walked past him to sit at the table.
She could not bring herself to look him in the eyes. He had humiliated and used her, despite his gentleness. He poured the coffee and offered her a croissant. She picked up some serving tongs and made a selection. She nibbled on it absent-mindedly looking out the window avoiding eye contact. He served her the rest of breakfast and sat patiently with her. When she was finished, she grabbed for the paper and sat nervously behind it.
“I have a few things I would like to discuss with you today darling,” he said looking directly at her. She dropped the paper and glared at him. “I want to begin your education in the Arts of Pleasure and I have a few recommendations for you…”
“Damn you!” She spit. “What the hell did you do to me all yesterday then? You used me!”
“You don’t understand my dear,” he said calmly. “I want you to learn about modeling, dance, painting, acting…”
“I took that in school. Why should I do that for you?” she defended. A bright flush appeared in her cheeks.
“You have an apartment in New York on 5th avenue. I want you to go enroll at the Art Students League in drawing classes. I also want you to sign up to model in the figure drawing class. Then there is a very fine acting coach I will introduce you to as well. Also, you will sign up with the dance school for belly dancing and strip tease….”
“If you think you are going to take over my entire life you bastard, you better think twice..” she stammered. She thought better of her approach and softened. “Please, how am I going to make this abrupt change in my life without my friends and family asking questions?”
“Just tell them you are rediscovering the Arts and want to try something fun and daring,” he suggested. "We are not in the 18th century after all my darling. Although you would make a lovely ‘Madame X’,” he said with a wicked grin.
The rest of the day was spent making travel plans and flying to New York. They delivered her bags to her apartment and she dressed for dinner. He dressed as well in a fine custom suit and shoes. When they arrived at the restaurant, the acting coach and the owner of the dance school met them for dinner. Tamara was struck by the sizes of their breasts and wondered how they could walk so gracefully. She glared at them as they discussed the schedule for her classes. The gentleman advised the teachers of the schedule at the Art Students League. Next, the three of them arrived at a tentative weekly schedule for the new student. She just bit her lip and nodded. They finished dinner, shook hands and parted.
“I will be at your apartment in the morning to take you to your classes dear,” he told her in the cab back.
“Well, I just might not be there you fucking bastard,” she spat back at him.
“Perhaps you would like a writing class to help with your new diary, my little odalisque?” he told her with little smile. The cabby winked at them in the mirror.
She sat in the cab silent with her lips pursed and nostrils flared. They rode silently back to the apartment, she got out and the doorman welcomed her back. She walked stiffly back, stopped, turned and glared at the cab over her shoulder then went through the opened door. She cursed and cried for hours that evening and finally fell into a fitful sleep.
The next morning she dressed and was ready for him. She dressed in an elegant gown and heels with full makeup. The most inappropriate thing she could think of for classes. It only served to embarrass herself in the classes. He met her at the door of her apartment and smiled broadly with a twinkle in his eyes.
“I’m glad you’re dressed, you look magnificent,” he said. “Aren’t you going to invite me in for coffee? We have some time before classes.” He handed her a gift wrapped package. “This is for home study.”
Looking at him sternly, she took the package and led him to the breakfast table. He sat down and poured himself some coffee while she walked to the far end of the table and sat with the package. She tore off the wrapping angrily opening the box. There was a book titled “Yoni Exercises” and several objects including K-loop, Gyneflex, Kegel Pro, Femin X, Jade Eggs, Vaginal cones, and a Vaginal Barbell. Looking up completely puzzled, she pushed the box aside and sipped on her coffee.
“What the hell is all this?” she gestured at the box. “Looks like parts of something. Am I supposed to build a model?”
He laughed and almost spit out his coffee. “No, you will understand when you read the book. I want you to incorporate some exercise into your after class studies. You might get creative and use them while practicing your dance exercises,” he said with a sly smile.
He escorted her down to where the chauffer and car were waiting. They got in and did not speak on the way to the Art Students League. He took her upstairs to an office where a woman in a black dress with enormous breasts was holding a drawing up to the window. He introduced Tamara to the artist, as the student they had discussed. They went on a tour of the building to orient her for her evening classes. He then escorted Tamara back to her car and headed to the dance school.
They had a dressing room set up for her with appropriate garb at each school. He acted as her social secretary and arranged everything. She attended the class and made an effort to follow the other students and the instructor. The instructor was a tall woman with raven hair and unusually large breasts dressed in a belly dancing costume. She jiggled almost obscenely when she danced. Tamara refused to attend the strip-tease session until her psycho k**napper persuaded her. The same instructor put them through simple bump-and-grind exercises. The women giggled and had a good time making jokes with each other. After class the women all showered and changed into their conservative street clothes. They invited Tamara and her ‘boyfriend’ out for coffee. She looked at him with a sideways glance and started to refuse. He encouraged her and told her to go and he would take a cab so she could use the car to take her new friends. The women were all impressed with the limousine and handsome chauffer as they piled into the back.
She was happy when she arrived back at her apartment. Happier than she had felt in years. She was feeling like she had new friends. ones that genuinely liked her. Her new girl, Veronica took her things for her. Tamara went in to wash. Waiting at the table where he was engaged in conversation with the newly hired girlwas the k**napper next to Veronica. Veronica was a very talented, graceful, dark-haired and voluptuous French woman, he had hired her at the recommendation of his trusted teachers.
“We were discussing the art of courtship from a French perspective, my dear” He offered.
“What would mademoiselle like for lunch?” Asked the cook.
Tamara
“Perhaps a salad too? Or perhaps a little quiche for strength?” Asked Veronica.
“Yes, please bring that to her also my dear- for her strength.” He ordered.
A little later, Veronica reappeared and served Tamara. She gave Master a glance for approval.
“Now where were we in our discussion, Veronica?” He continued. “Noticing the nuances at first is essential, as we communicate at all times on two levels.”
“Oui monsieur, the tone of voice, the expression, clothes, the ‘langue de corp’ or body language – all discovered in a few moments I think. The things that lead to attraction!”
“Oh, please. Are we going to have a bohemian discussion about truth, beauty, freedom and love? Spare me, I am trying to eat!” Tamara protested looking at the two of them with contempt. Veronica started to shrink away and the gentalman reached out gently to stop her.
“Sit Veronica, I value your opinion on this subject. My lady loves truth as is evident from her writings. She would sacrifice anything for the truth, just as you would for love!” He said firmly, looking both women in the eye in turn. Veronica sat down awkwardly and smiled sheepishly at him.
“Attraction is passion’s starting point and the basis for love to endure. It is a process of discovery that makes it real. For example, searching the eyes of a woman reveals her true feelings,” he asserted. Both women looked away and Veronica blushed.
“Monsieur please, I am not used to sitting in the presence of my employers!” She woman said without looking at him. Her cheeks were quite rose now.
“This is only a conversation between friends my dear, about a very important human process. It has nothing to do with our business arrangements. I hope it does not make you too uncomfortable,” he continued.
“Well it makes me damned uncomfortable!” Tamara began rising from the table.
“Sit! This is important to your education in the Arts, my dear lady,” he commanded.
“Flirt is next Mounsier. It is an art in itself, ne l’est pas? Noticing, sending little messages at the right time and understanding the play, the ‘overtures’ and trusting you know.”
“Ah, and next would be the demonstration, the display of skill or talent perhaps!” he exclaimed. Both women blushed deeply at his assertion. “It is the first test of one’s honesty and integrity. It is essential before true romance can begin. A poet, a chef, an artist, an actress, or a dancer may have advantage in demonstration.” he continued.
“Idylle! Romantic! It is passion where truth and beauty become one!” exclaimed Veronica. Her eyes flashed as she looked at both of them. She smiled broadly when he nodded in approval.
“You are very expressive little one! Romance is where bonds of attachment are forged in the fires of passion! It is when we become most vulnerable as we reveal all and then stay anyway.” He smiled broadly at both women. The lady tilted her head and gave a half smile.
“Intimite’ Monsieur!” Veronica said in a hushed voice. A tear of emotion formed in her eyes. He reached up and wiped away the tear.
“Touching must be respectful of timing, situation and boundaries. Touching without permission or sexualizing touch would betray trust.” He said softly, looking into her widened eyes.
“Damn straight, you bastard!” blurted Tamara. Veronica was startled by the sudden outburst. He turned and leveled a hard look at T. She fell silent.
“Excitation preliminaire will come next my dear. Foreplay includes verbal expression of passion and meaning as it builds sexual tension.” He said low and calm. A wicked smile came to his lips as he stared at Tam. Veronica became flushed, her nostrils flared and breathing noticeably labored.
“Please sir, may I be excused. I have much work to do in the kitchen.” Veronica pleaded. He smiled and nodded to her. She quickly got up and hurried to the kitchen.
“The last steps include intercourse, pledging commitment and continued renewal of courtship. Don’t you agree my dear lady? Go and prepare yourself for me now.” He commanded.
“You fucking lowlife bloody hypocrite! You are just exploiting me, using me!” she yelled. He tilted his head and pointed at the hallway. She jumped up knocking her chair over, threw her napkin on the table and stormed off to prepare herself.
Opening the door to her bedroom was her signal to him she was prepared. He walked through and locked it behind him. Veronica could hear them both as the drama unfolded. She played with herself imagining what it must be like. She heard him explain the Yoni exercises and tools as he demonstrated them on his lady, who squealed and protested. Veronica knew all too well what was going on. It had cost her two marriages and now she was reduced to being a domestic in a foreign country. Her employer would respect her and be most kind, but she longed for home and romance.
The week had past and the reluctant student attended every one of her classes. Some of it even interested her. Modeling on Friday evening was very awkward but she got through that as well. He instructed her to continue classes until completion and he would check on her progress with her teachers. She did not see him again until the following week and she relaxed into her routine with the support of her new friends.
When she arrived home one evening a new toy was waiting in the bedroom. A Medela dual breast pump with TENS electrodes built into the cups and all mounted on a roll around stand. The instructions were taped on top with a simple note “Read Me”. She stormed out of the room and into the kitchen to get some answers.
“Veronica! What the hell is that thing in my bedroom and how did it get there?” She blurted. Poor Veronica dropped the pheasant on the floor that she was preparing and uttered French expletives.
“My Lady, two men delivered and assembled it at Sir’s direction. He came and signed for it himself for the delivery.” The agitated cook carried the bird to the sink to wash and recover her work.
They both heard the door to the apartment open at that moment. Tamara rushed out to challenge her keeper. She stood with hands on her hips as if confronting a husband home for a night with the boys.
“More exercises for me to do? If you think I am going to let you make a damned cow out of me, you are nuts. This is the last straw! I, I can’t take anymore!” She began to break down and cry. She managed to force a few crocodile tears.
He held her in his arms and patted her fanny as he consoled her. He smiled to himself a wicked and knowing smile. Then he led her back into their bedroom. He sat her down and explained the operation of the system, how to clean it and gave her a schedule of times she would use it. Then he had her undress and sit in front of the mirror. He explained what he was doing at each step. She started to resist him and he reexamined with her why it was that she would do as she was told. He tied her wrists behind her and turned on the pump to check it out. He turned toward her with a cup in his had and she tried to move away. The suction latched onto her nipple, pulling it up and into the tubing. He attached the next one and adjusted them to assure proper movement. She tried to shake them off but the suction was too great. He flipped the switch on the electrodes and began increasing the current. Each time the suction pulled one of her nipples up to the electrode in the cup, she felt a little shock. The first time made her jolt in the chair and yelp. He turned down the current and she simply jumped and jiggled at the next cycle.
Soon she began to breath heavily and her nostrils flared. A bright red flush appeared across her chest and she shut her eyes. A few minutes passed and she began to moan. She then opened her eyes and gasped. He was standing over her with the head of his cock inches from her lips. Her mouth fell open and allowed him to enter. She worked on him feverishly to get it over with and make the pump stop. Seeing her tied and being pumped exited him to the point that he shook and ejaculated for what seemed several minutes to her. She struggled to milk him with her lips and tongue while swallowing each time she felt him spurt. He withdrew and watched her for a few minutes, gasping and her chest heaving as she breathed and her breasts jiggle as the pump cycled. The towel she was sitting on was soaked.
He shut off the machine but she continued to twitch. He then untied her wrists and she sat there trembling and crying. Her clit was swollen to almost the size of a small g****. He lifted her out of the chair and carried her to their bed where he slipped a silk pillow under her buttocks. He found her G spot with the end of his cock and massaged it, in and out. He rubbed her swollen hooded clitoris as he pumped and she wriggled under his pressure. Soon she arched and gripped the silk sheets to hold on for dear life. Spasms shot through her and she tried to clamp down as she had learned. It only intensified the sensations to the point she could no longer hold on. She clung to him clutching with her arms and legs as she forgot herself and then slowly released. He held her for several minutes saying nothing and stroking her hair. Then he withdrew from her to draw her a warm bubble bath, he washed himself and dressed for dinner. Veronica tried her best to conceal her excitement and he did not do anything to embarrass her as she served him.
Tamara appeared at the table an hour later and Veronica brought out her dinner. The three were polite with one another that evening and both Sir and his Felatrix Tamara thanked Veronica for her wonderful dinner. The following evening he took the both of them to a show at a gallery and then to a nice dinner out. All this became part of the lady’s routine after classes and on weekends. It began to have a potent effect on her both physically and emotionally. She felt at ease with him but worked hard to conceal her building feelings for this evil man.
In acting classes she became quite persuasive in the parts she played. The creative exercises helped her to tap into her emotions and feel each line she portrayed. She realized he wanted her to use what she learned to entertain him. She knew he liked her haughtiness, tearful anger and resistance as he directed her in role-play. She knew he liked her smoldering sensual expressions too, once she was aroused. She practiced her expressions in the mirror while belly dancing. The instructor was demanding and pushed her to learn every nuance. She realized she risked displeasure if she did not do her best. Drawing and painting classes were no strain for her, as she loved making the shift to her visual, creative side. Studying every detail, she often lost track of time. Her shyness soon disappeared when she modeled and became a favorite subject with the students. She often examined their work and even offered a few suggestions. Line, form and light fascinated her and she began to pose with mirrors and adjusted lighting for her self portraits. Her teachers praised her to everyone, including the ‘Social Secretary’.
Each night he would help her with her homework. He encouraged her and complemented her every success. He helped Veronica in the kitchen while Tamara practiced or studied. He even modeled for her drawing practice. She marveled at discovering the ‘shift’ to the right brain mode and realized that she could feel it. She loved the wonders of light, line and form as he demonstrated them with various objects in diffuse and in hard light. She had become a perfect model for him now as she understood his needs. Tears would well up in her eyes easily as she played his favorite roles for him. Slowly, she gained poise, grace, balance and strength in all her efforts. She loved her new interests and immersed herself in the Arts. He always deferred to her studies and this also motivated her to work diligently. A small amount of trust and ease began to show between them.
Months had past and classes were concluded for the holidays. Veronica had left for Pairs and her family. He was away on business when her classes ended. She and her friends went everywhere together. Then one day she found a letter waiting for her under her door.
“Congratulations! You have accomplished much my little odalisque! You have developed artistically, emotionally and physically to a new level! I am overwhelmed with our success in development of your breasts and the effects it has on your libido! You are ready to move on with another aspect of your education. Meet me at the Hotel listed below on Paradise Island in the Bahamas in three days.”
A flush came to her cheeks as she read it. She looked down at her bust line and noticed the wet spots on her bra. She did not care. She loved her new body and the intensely delicious sensations it afforded her. She reveled in her effect on men when opening her winter coat to reveal her form. Her breasts fully covered her chest, her areolas puffy and dark. She had to wear shields to cover the leakage from being aroused. There was a glow about her and lust in her eyes. It seemed no man could resist her charms. She knew she dared not allow any man but him to touch her. Her body ached for a man’s touch. She resented him leaving her to suffer without him. “This time I will show him who he is dealing with,” she thought. An idea popped in her head and brought a smile to her lips. “Seduction is a double-edged sword you bastard,” she said to her reflection. She would extract her diaries and be free of his manipulation and ego" she thought with her new unbrideled confidance he helped her develop.
“Let me give you a massage darling,” he said low and sweet, kissing her neck.
He began to massage the small of her back in little circles, then moving up her spine to remove any tension. She stiffened at first, and then settled down to the lovely sensations as the tension left her. He massaged her shoulder blades, then shoulders and down each arm. Next, he sat up and massaged her feet, then calves and up her outer thighs. She waited timidly for him to touch her inner thighs but unexpectedly he did not. Her expression betrayed a momentary disappointment.
“I have already ordered breakfast for us my sweet darling, you will want to put on a robe and fix your hair before it arrives,’ he told her. He disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door.
“What the hell am I going to do now, I can’t take this two days in a row!” she thought. She stretched and began to compose herself. She sat up and shuffled to the chair where her robe was d****d. Looking in the mirror, she frowned at the tussled hair and remains of makeup. A knock came from the door to the suite. He exited the bath in his robe, picked up his wallet and crossed to the living room. She heard him instruct the waiter with the cart, thanked him, then the waiter thanked him profusely and closed the door.
“Your breakfast and paper are here my lady,” he called to her. She hurriedly stumbled to the bathroom and locked the door. “Shower later dear, your breakfast will get cold. I promise this will be a day of rest and preparation.” he said through the locked door. She brushed her hair and wiped the make up from her face. Clutching her robe around her, she sheepishly opened the door and walked past him to sit at the table.
She could not bring herself to look him in the eyes. He had humiliated and used her, despite his gentleness. He poured the coffee and offered her a croissant. She picked up some serving tongs and made a selection. She nibbled on it absent-mindedly looking out the window avoiding eye contact. He served her the rest of breakfast and sat patiently with her. When she was finished, she grabbed for the paper and sat nervously behind it.
“I have a few things I would like to discuss with you today darling,” he said looking directly at her. She dropped the paper and glared at him. “I want to begin your education in the Arts of Pleasure and I have a few recommendations for you…”
“Damn you!” She spit. “What the hell did you do to me all yesterday then? You used me!”
“You don’t understand my dear,” he said calmly. “I want you to learn about modeling, dance, painting, acting…”
“I took that in school. Why should I do that for you?” she defended. A bright flush appeared in her cheeks.
“You have an apartment in New York on 5th avenue. I want you to go enroll at the Art Students League in drawing classes. I also want you to sign up to model in the figure drawing class. Then there is a very fine acting coach I will introduce you to as well. Also, you will sign up with the dance school for belly dancing and strip tease….”
“If you think you are going to take over my entire life you bastard, you better think twice..” she stammered. She thought better of her approach and softened. “Please, how am I going to make this abrupt change in my life without my friends and family asking questions?”
“Just tell them you are rediscovering the Arts and want to try something fun and daring,” he suggested. "We are not in the 18th century after all my darling. Although you would make a lovely ‘Madame X’,” he said with a wicked grin.
The rest of the day was spent making travel plans and flying to New York. They delivered her bags to her apartment and she dressed for dinner. He dressed as well in a fine custom suit and shoes. When they arrived at the restaurant, the acting coach and the owner of the dance school met them for dinner. Tamara was struck by the sizes of their breasts and wondered how they could walk so gracefully. She glared at them as they discussed the schedule for her classes. The gentleman advised the teachers of the schedule at the Art Students League. Next, the three of them arrived at a tentative weekly schedule for the new student. She just bit her lip and nodded. They finished dinner, shook hands and parted.
“I will be at your apartment in the morning to take you to your classes dear,” he told her in the cab back.
“Well, I just might not be there you fucking bastard,” she spat back at him.
“Perhaps you would like a writing class to help with your new diary, my little odalisque?” he told her with little smile. The cabby winked at them in the mirror.
She sat in the cab silent with her lips pursed and nostrils flared. They rode silently back to the apartment, she got out and the doorman welcomed her back. She walked stiffly back, stopped, turned and glared at the cab over her shoulder then went through the opened door. She cursed and cried for hours that evening and finally fell into a fitful sleep.
The next morning she dressed and was ready for him. She dressed in an elegant gown and heels with full makeup. The most inappropriate thing she could think of for classes. It only served to embarrass herself in the classes. He met her at the door of her apartment and smiled broadly with a twinkle in his eyes.
“I’m glad you’re dressed, you look magnificent,” he said. “Aren’t you going to invite me in for coffee? We have some time before classes.” He handed her a gift wrapped package. “This is for home study.”
Looking at him sternly, she took the package and led him to the breakfast table. He sat down and poured himself some coffee while she walked to the far end of the table and sat with the package. She tore off the wrapping angrily opening the box. There was a book titled “Yoni Exercises” and several objects including K-loop, Gyneflex, Kegel Pro, Femin X, Jade Eggs, Vaginal cones, and a Vaginal Barbell. Looking up completely puzzled, she pushed the box aside and sipped on her coffee.
“What the hell is all this?” she gestured at the box. “Looks like parts of something. Am I supposed to build a model?”
He laughed and almost spit out his coffee. “No, you will understand when you read the book. I want you to incorporate some exercise into your after class studies. You might get creative and use them while practicing your dance exercises,” he said with a sly smile.
He escorted her down to where the chauffer and car were waiting. They got in and did not speak on the way to the Art Students League. He took her upstairs to an office where a woman in a black dress with enormous breasts was holding a drawing up to the window. He introduced Tamara to the artist, as the student they had discussed. They went on a tour of the building to orient her for her evening classes. He then escorted Tamara back to her car and headed to the dance school.
They had a dressing room set up for her with appropriate garb at each school. He acted as her social secretary and arranged everything. She attended the class and made an effort to follow the other students and the instructor. The instructor was a tall woman with raven hair and unusually large breasts dressed in a belly dancing costume. She jiggled almost obscenely when she danced. Tamara refused to attend the strip-tease session until her psycho k**napper persuaded her. The same instructor put them through simple bump-and-grind exercises. The women giggled and had a good time making jokes with each other. After class the women all showered and changed into their conservative street clothes. They invited Tamara and her ‘boyfriend’ out for coffee. She looked at him with a sideways glance and started to refuse. He encouraged her and told her to go and he would take a cab so she could use the car to take her new friends. The women were all impressed with the limousine and handsome chauffer as they piled into the back.
She was happy when she arrived back at her apartment. Happier than she had felt in years. She was feeling like she had new friends. ones that genuinely liked her. Her new girl, Veronica took her things for her. Tamara went in to wash. Waiting at the table where he was engaged in conversation with the newly hired girlwas the k**napper next to Veronica. Veronica was a very talented, graceful, dark-haired and voluptuous French woman, he had hired her at the recommendation of his trusted teachers.
“We were discussing the art of courtship from a French perspective, my dear” He offered.
“What would mademoiselle like for lunch?” Asked the cook.
Tamara
“Perhaps a salad too? Or perhaps a little quiche for strength?” Asked Veronica.
“Yes, please bring that to her also my dear- for her strength.” He ordered.
A little later, Veronica reappeared and served Tamara. She gave Master a glance for approval.
“Now where were we in our discussion, Veronica?” He continued. “Noticing the nuances at first is essential, as we communicate at all times on two levels.”
“Oui monsieur, the tone of voice, the expression, clothes, the ‘langue de corp’ or body language – all discovered in a few moments I think. The things that lead to attraction!”
“Oh, please. Are we going to have a bohemian discussion about truth, beauty, freedom and love? Spare me, I am trying to eat!” Tamara protested looking at the two of them with contempt. Veronica started to shrink away and the gentalman reached out gently to stop her.
“Sit Veronica, I value your opinion on this subject. My lady loves truth as is evident from her writings. She would sacrifice anything for the truth, just as you would for love!” He said firmly, looking both women in the eye in turn. Veronica sat down awkwardly and smiled sheepishly at him.
“Attraction is passion’s starting point and the basis for love to endure. It is a process of discovery that makes it real. For example, searching the eyes of a woman reveals her true feelings,” he asserted. Both women looked away and Veronica blushed.
“Monsieur please, I am not used to sitting in the presence of my employers!” She woman said without looking at him. Her cheeks were quite rose now.
“This is only a conversation between friends my dear, about a very important human process. It has nothing to do with our business arrangements. I hope it does not make you too uncomfortable,” he continued.
“Well it makes me damned uncomfortable!” Tamara began rising from the table.
“Sit! This is important to your education in the Arts, my dear lady,” he commanded.
“Flirt is next Mounsier. It is an art in itself, ne l’est pas? Noticing, sending little messages at the right time and understanding the play, the ‘overtures’ and trusting you know.”
“Ah, and next would be the demonstration, the display of skill or talent perhaps!” he exclaimed. Both women blushed deeply at his assertion. “It is the first test of one’s honesty and integrity. It is essential before true romance can begin. A poet, a chef, an artist, an actress, or a dancer may have advantage in demonstration.” he continued.
“Idylle! Romantic! It is passion where truth and beauty become one!” exclaimed Veronica. Her eyes flashed as she looked at both of them. She smiled broadly when he nodded in approval.
“You are very expressive little one! Romance is where bonds of attachment are forged in the fires of passion! It is when we become most vulnerable as we reveal all and then stay anyway.” He smiled broadly at both women. The lady tilted her head and gave a half smile.
“Intimite’ Monsieur!” Veronica said in a hushed voice. A tear of emotion formed in her eyes. He reached up and wiped away the tear.
“Touching must be respectful of timing, situation and boundaries. Touching without permission or sexualizing touch would betray trust.” He said softly, looking into her widened eyes.
“Damn straight, you bastard!” blurted Tamara. Veronica was startled by the sudden outburst. He turned and leveled a hard look at T. She fell silent.
“Excitation preliminaire will come next my dear. Foreplay includes verbal expression of passion and meaning as it builds sexual tension.” He said low and calm. A wicked smile came to his lips as he stared at Tam. Veronica became flushed, her nostrils flared and breathing noticeably labored.
“Please sir, may I be excused. I have much work to do in the kitchen.” Veronica pleaded. He smiled and nodded to her. She quickly got up and hurried to the kitchen.
“The last steps include intercourse, pledging commitment and continued renewal of courtship. Don’t you agree my dear lady? Go and prepare yourself for me now.” He commanded.
“You fucking lowlife bloody hypocrite! You are just exploiting me, using me!” she yelled. He tilted his head and pointed at the hallway. She jumped up knocking her chair over, threw her napkin on the table and stormed off to prepare herself.
Opening the door to her bedroom was her signal to him she was prepared. He walked through and locked it behind him. Veronica could hear them both as the drama unfolded. She played with herself imagining what it must be like. She heard him explain the Yoni exercises and tools as he demonstrated them on his lady, who squealed and protested. Veronica knew all too well what was going on. It had cost her two marriages and now she was reduced to being a domestic in a foreign country. Her employer would respect her and be most kind, but she longed for home and romance.
The week had past and the reluctant student attended every one of her classes. Some of it even interested her. Modeling on Friday evening was very awkward but she got through that as well. He instructed her to continue classes until completion and he would check on her progress with her teachers. She did not see him again until the following week and she relaxed into her routine with the support of her new friends.
When she arrived home one evening a new toy was waiting in the bedroom. A Medela dual breast pump with TENS electrodes built into the cups and all mounted on a roll around stand. The instructions were taped on top with a simple note “Read Me”. She stormed out of the room and into the kitchen to get some answers.
“Veronica! What the hell is that thing in my bedroom and how did it get there?” She blurted. Poor Veronica dropped the pheasant on the floor that she was preparing and uttered French expletives.
“My Lady, two men delivered and assembled it at Sir’s direction. He came and signed for it himself for the delivery.” The agitated cook carried the bird to the sink to wash and recover her work.
They both heard the door to the apartment open at that moment. Tamara rushed out to challenge her keeper. She stood with hands on her hips as if confronting a husband home for a night with the boys.
“More exercises for me to do? If you think I am going to let you make a damned cow out of me, you are nuts. This is the last straw! I, I can’t take anymore!” She began to break down and cry. She managed to force a few crocodile tears.
He held her in his arms and patted her fanny as he consoled her. He smiled to himself a wicked and knowing smile. Then he led her back into their bedroom. He sat her down and explained the operation of the system, how to clean it and gave her a schedule of times she would use it. Then he had her undress and sit in front of the mirror. He explained what he was doing at each step. She started to resist him and he reexamined with her why it was that she would do as she was told. He tied her wrists behind her and turned on the pump to check it out. He turned toward her with a cup in his had and she tried to move away. The suction latched onto her nipple, pulling it up and into the tubing. He attached the next one and adjusted them to assure proper movement. She tried to shake them off but the suction was too great. He flipped the switch on the electrodes and began increasing the current. Each time the suction pulled one of her nipples up to the electrode in the cup, she felt a little shock. The first time made her jolt in the chair and yelp. He turned down the current and she simply jumped and jiggled at the next cycle.
Soon she began to breath heavily and her nostrils flared. A bright red flush appeared across her chest and she shut her eyes. A few minutes passed and she began to moan. She then opened her eyes and gasped. He was standing over her with the head of his cock inches from her lips. Her mouth fell open and allowed him to enter. She worked on him feverishly to get it over with and make the pump stop. Seeing her tied and being pumped exited him to the point that he shook and ejaculated for what seemed several minutes to her. She struggled to milk him with her lips and tongue while swallowing each time she felt him spurt. He withdrew and watched her for a few minutes, gasping and her chest heaving as she breathed and her breasts jiggle as the pump cycled. The towel she was sitting on was soaked.
He shut off the machine but she continued to twitch. He then untied her wrists and she sat there trembling and crying. Her clit was swollen to almost the size of a small g****. He lifted her out of the chair and carried her to their bed where he slipped a silk pillow under her buttocks. He found her G spot with the end of his cock and massaged it, in and out. He rubbed her swollen hooded clitoris as he pumped and she wriggled under his pressure. Soon she arched and gripped the silk sheets to hold on for dear life. Spasms shot through her and she tried to clamp down as she had learned. It only intensified the sensations to the point she could no longer hold on. She clung to him clutching with her arms and legs as she forgot herself and then slowly released. He held her for several minutes saying nothing and stroking her hair. Then he withdrew from her to draw her a warm bubble bath, he washed himself and dressed for dinner. Veronica tried her best to conceal her excitement and he did not do anything to embarrass her as she served him.
Tamara appeared at the table an hour later and Veronica brought out her dinner. The three were polite with one another that evening and both Sir and his Felatrix Tamara thanked Veronica for her wonderful dinner. The following evening he took the both of them to a show at a gallery and then to a nice dinner out. All this became part of the lady’s routine after classes and on weekends. It began to have a potent effect on her both physically and emotionally. She felt at ease with him but worked hard to conceal her building feelings for this evil man.
In acting classes she became quite persuasive in the parts she played. The creative exercises helped her to tap into her emotions and feel each line she portrayed. She realized he wanted her to use what she learned to entertain him. She knew he liked her haughtiness, tearful anger and resistance as he directed her in role-play. She knew he liked her smoldering sensual expressions too, once she was aroused. She practiced her expressions in the mirror while belly dancing. The instructor was demanding and pushed her to learn every nuance. She realized she risked displeasure if she did not do her best. Drawing and painting classes were no strain for her, as she loved making the shift to her visual, creative side. Studying every detail, she often lost track of time. Her shyness soon disappeared when she modeled and became a favorite subject with the students. She often examined their work and even offered a few suggestions. Line, form and light fascinated her and she began to pose with mirrors and adjusted lighting for her self portraits. Her teachers praised her to everyone, including the ‘Social Secretary’.
Each night he would help her with her homework. He encouraged her and complemented her every success. He helped Veronica in the kitchen while Tamara practiced or studied. He even modeled for her drawing practice. She marveled at discovering the ‘shift’ to the right brain mode and realized that she could feel it. She loved the wonders of light, line and form as he demonstrated them with various objects in diffuse and in hard light. She had become a perfect model for him now as she understood his needs. Tears would well up in her eyes easily as she played his favorite roles for him. Slowly, she gained poise, grace, balance and strength in all her efforts. She loved her new interests and immersed herself in the Arts. He always deferred to her studies and this also motivated her to work diligently. A small amount of trust and ease began to show between them.
Months had past and classes were concluded for the holidays. Veronica had left for Pairs and her family. He was away on business when her classes ended. She and her friends went everywhere together. Then one day she found a letter waiting for her under her door.
“Congratulations! You have accomplished much my little odalisque! You have developed artistically, emotionally and physically to a new level! I am overwhelmed with our success in development of your breasts and the effects it has on your libido! You are ready to move on with another aspect of your education. Meet me at the Hotel listed below on Paradise Island in the Bahamas in three days.”
A flush came to her cheeks as she read it. She looked down at her bust line and noticed the wet spots on her bra. She did not care. She loved her new body and the intensely delicious sensations it afforded her. She reveled in her effect on men when opening her winter coat to reveal her form. Her breasts fully covered her chest, her areolas puffy and dark. She had to wear shields to cover the leakage from being aroused. There was a glow about her and lust in her eyes. It seemed no man could resist her charms. She knew she dared not allow any man but him to touch her. Her body ached for a man’s touch. She resented him leaving her to suffer without him. “This time I will show him who he is dealing with,” she thought. An idea popped in her head and brought a smile to her lips. “Seduction is a double-edged sword you bastard,” she said to her reflection. She would extract her diaries and be free of his manipulation and ego" she thought with her new unbrideled confidance he helped her develop.
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