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Then she added: ‘Seven AM tomorrow morning, sir! I’ll be there and ready!’

‘You’d better be,’ was his answer, and he watched her, he suspected what was coming next.

‘But, sir,’ she said, ‘I don’t know what to do, I mean about any of this, I just don’t.’

‘Well, first of all, Catherine, my own personal slut,’ he began.

She had a thrill of outrageous proportions at his use of the word ‘slut’.

He noticed and broke off what he was saying: ‘You liked being called that, didn’t you?’

‘Oh, yes, sir!’ Catherine said, ‘Slut! It’s what I want to be for you, the content of all those fantasies!’

‘Well, it’s what you will be!’ he said with authority. ‘Later we’ll have a recitation of what happened to you in college.’

She blushed then and said a simple: ‘Yes, sir.’

Then he let her go and went a few paces away from her, just looking at her.

‘I want you to do something that will start us out,’ he said.

She nodded.

‘Always speak to your master,’ he said, ‘Your 7 AM just got a bit worse with that nod.’

‘Sorry, sir! I will learn, I promise.’

‘I’m sure you will,’ he said. ‘But now, Catherine, I can’t believe my good fortune here or how wickedly lovely you have been all this time beneath your clothes.’

‘Thank you, sir,’ she said, ‘I have terrible taste in clothes.’

‘We can change that,’ he said.

She brightened immediately: ‘You will you help me? Really shop with me, I mean?’

‘Yes, love,’ he said.

‘The first thing that I want to do is take you outside for a walk.’

Catherine giggled at this turn of events. She had a questioning look on her face.

‘Yes, love?’ he asked.

‘I don’t really know what or how to proceed here, Rafael, uh, sir,’ she began, ‘I’m not trying to be impertinent but aren’t we going to . . .you know?’

He laughed: ‘You mean sexual things?’

‘Yes, sir,’ she said.

‘First of all I want you at all times to speak what you mean, use the words and don’t hide those kinds of messages from me. Clear?’

‘As a bell, sir,’ she said. ‘I was wondering if you wanted to have sex with me or to do things, you know, blow jobs, fucking.’

She colored as she said this and he laughed.

‘Catherine, you are so precious!’ he said, ‘I love the way you talk and get tongue tied in what you’re saying.’

She smiled. She was really unsure of herself and on rocky ground, feeling her way forward, so to speak but it was the most exciting thing that she had happen to her in a long, long time.

‘In my country,’ he said with as smile, ‘When you take a woman whom you propose to make yours in the way that you and I are talking of, you first take her out under the stars, you take her there naked and introduce her to the elements, to the natural world and to the stars. You’re declaring to all and everything saying:

‘Look! This is my woman! Look at her beauty! Look at her perfection! Look at her because she’s mine! My own!’

Catherine put her hand to her mouth and only made a mewling sound at that.

‘That’s so beautiful!’ she said. ‘Rafael,’ she went on, ‘I will do everything in my power to not cause you shame, to be what you want and what you need.’

She stopped, almost totally overwhelmed by what he’d said, and she said: ‘May I come to you?’

He held out his hand and, following an instinct that was the correct one, she dropped to her knees and crawled to him. She nestled herself between his outstretched thighs and said:

‘Sir, I mean everything I say, when I tell you that I want to be, long to be, beg to be, beseech you to allow me to be your slave. I am an educated modern woman and I know what I am offering, and I’m offering it for as long as you want. I will do what you tell me, when you tell me, in the way that you tell me. I promise to learn how to be good for you, and to adore you as my master!’

She stopped, brought to a halt by her own emotions, then went on:

‘I’ve wanted to say this to someone all my life, I’ve despaired of ever finding someone that I could or would say it to, was almost in a ‘giving up’ frame of mind, and you came into my melt down and rescued me.’

Catherine had overwhelmed herself with the suddenness of this declaration but it had been on her mind and her heart for a week now, and in her fantasies for about all her life.

She suppressed a sob in her throat and bent down and kiss the toe of his shoes.

‘Come with me, beautiful Catherine,’ he said. ‘The stars await!’

‘Do I . . .shall I take off my panties?’ she asked.

‘Not just now,’ he said softly. ‘We go outside, into the night that belongs to night things and we give them up as your offing to the night things. It’s the proper way to do it.’

‘Oh, this gives me shivers, Rafael, sir!’ she said happily and took his offered hand, following him out the back door into the darkness.

They were together and she held his hand still. He went to a place that had loose dirt and worked at it for just a bit. Then he turned to her and said:

‘The panties, bury them here! They can be retrieved in the daylight, when darkness is done with them, has had the full smell of them and the full taste of them.’

She shivered at his words and did as he bid. She slipped her rose colored panties down past her thighs and off. Bending over she placed the panties in the hole he’d prepared. He fixed the dirt back over the planted garment, and he softly:

‘There for darkness, for night to enjoy.’

Then he took her by the hand and led her farther into the back, into the darkness.

Catherine had bought an old, stately home with lots of property around it. It was her pride and joy. They were going now toward the very back, where the woods merged with the land.

There was a small hillock there, he seemed to be taking her there.

Catherine was enchanted, overwhelmed, and so deeply happy by these strange events that she smiled all the while she was being led by him. The walk, with her now totally naked on her own property, and being led by this wonderful, handsome man was the most potent sexual stimulant that she’d ever had.

He stopped, when he reached the hillock, and looked around and up into the sky, never letting go of her hand.

‘This one is mine!’ he said out loud. Then in a slightly stronger voice:

‘This one, this fair one, this beautiful one, is certainly mine! By her choice, by her offer, by her loveliness and her beauty, this one is certainly mine!’

He turned to her and said:

‘Now, Catherine, you must say to the stars, ‘I will it so!’ and then make an act of obeisance. You will know what to do.’

The thought fleeted across Catherine’s mind then:

‘Finally, this, finally!’

She said in a soft and clear voice:

‘I will it so!’

Then she sank to her knees, never letting her eyes stray from his or from the strange and wonderful smile on his face.

After a brief thought she said softly:

‘Rafael, I’m not so sure that I’m good at this. I haven’t done this much.’

‘All the better, Catherine love,’ he answered her. ‘It will be something to learn together, a shared experience. Make your declaration, Catherine.’

‘Thank you, I will,’ she said and with a sigh, and what was for her a great deal of courage, she reached up and unzipped his fly.

Her breath caught in her throat as she found his cock already partially erect and pulled it from his pants. He only smiled at her, as she confronted his chocolate brown, fully extended, eight inch prick.

‘Oh, I like this!’ she cooed to him, letting the frustrations and lack of chances of her life simply drain away from her.

‘I thought you might, magnificent Catherine!’ he said, smiling down on her, as she began by kissing the head.

‘Help me out here, please, sir, to do it right,’ she said,
licking the underside of the cock head and making him shiver.

‘The lady needs no help,’ he said with a sigh, ‘She’s proving herself abounding with natural talent.’

‘Oh good,’ she giggled, stroking the cock as she spoke to him, ‘If there is any natural talent that I want to abound in, when I’m with you, it’s sure to be cock sucking!’

‘Oh, listen to the mouth on the lady professor!’ he said.

‘Associate Professor,’ she corrected him with a grin.

‘Seven AM just went to 15 spanks and counting!’ he said.

‘Ohhhhh!’ she wailed and then, her eyes glued to his, and taking in his smile, said:

‘This is my declaration to my master, Rafael, lord of both me and the piano, and to the stars that watch us.’

Saying that, she now put the whole cock head into her mouth, and began to suck in earnest. She slowly but surely crept her lips along the length of the cock, making progress as she went stopping, when the gag reflex became strong.

He was holding her head, not moving it, she was doing that herself, as she began to bob her head up and down on the cock, making sure that she always had her mouth glue to the skin of the prick so as to move the skin with her mouth, almost jerking him off orally.

‘Oh, wonderful, wonderful!’ he said to her, with some difficulty.

She said nothing but made wet, cock sucking noises with her mouth and her lips, as she continued the blow job.

Finally, as he neared his crisis, he said to her:

‘Take it into your mouth, the seed, and keep it there, then when the prick is removed, spit some of the seed onto the ground as your offering to the night and the stars and swallow the rest, as your sign that you have taken me as master.’

She stopped her sucking long enough to say:

‘Yowass, swor,’ finding it difficult to say the simple ‘yes, sir’ with his prick in her mouth.

Then Catherine felt the prick swell a bit, she gripped his hips with both hands and prepared herself, receiving the spurts of his cum and keeping them in her mouth.

He moved back just a bit so that he was a few steps in front of her, and watched.

She leaned over and spit some of the cum onto the ground, then she swallowed the rest of it. She said softly, gazing up at him.

‘For the night and the stars, and for me to accept my master!’

She then moved the few steps on her knees to get to him, and took his cock, wet now and slimy from cumming, into her mouth to clean it. It grew immediately.

‘Oh, nice!’ she said looking up at him, and then:

‘Thank you, sir, for that! I’ve waited such a long time for that.’

‘It’s a beginning for us, Catherine, my Catherine,’ he said.

‘Oh, yes!’ she answered, moved by what he’d said.

Then he gave her directions:

‘Now take my clothes off, slave, it’s time for the master to mate with his new lady, who has tits like the moon and an ass as round and ripe as a melon.’

Catherine giggled and said:

‘Thank you for asking me to do this! I’m so excited.’

She removed his tee shirt first and then his shorts, getting him down to a pair of red satin nylon bikini underwear.

She sighed aloud:

‘You are like a god! Oh, look at you! Just look! And here with me, and for me! Ohhhhhhh!’

He laughed aloud at her enthusiasm:

‘Catherine, you make this experience as elemental as it should be. I can’t think of being more pleased.’

Then he was nude, and she was entranced.

She began to kiss his thighs but he stopped her:

‘No, Catherine, that kind of loving, that kind of worship for another time, now it’s time for me to accept your declaration. Lie down and be my love, Catherine, Associate Professor, Dr. Little, lovely, sexy naked lady! Lie down and make your noises to the stars and the night animals, who will receive your noise with joy.

All of Catherine’s sophistication left her stranded, as soon as he knelt and kissed her naked thigh. She let out an ‘eeeeep’! That was both heartfelt and almost comical. Neither of them noticed at all.

He followed up his thigh kiss with one on the other side. Then he softly parted her thighs and began the process of kissing her on the inner surface of her thighs, first the right one and then the left one.

‘Ohhhhhh,’ she sighed loudly. ‘Ohhhh, Ohhhh, Ohhh!’

‘My Catherine makes nice noises and is fun to play with,’ Rafael said.

‘And is so very, very content!’ Catherine added but ended her words in a kind of strangled noise, as Rafael put his lips to her pussy lips, through her pubic hair and kissed her and then licked the length of her pussy lips.

‘The first one will be oral,’ he said to her.

‘It’s coming quickly,’ she said through clenched teeth. ‘It’s been so long, and this is soooooooo good!’

True to her word, Catherine didn’t last long but began to cum shortly after speaking. She clutched fists full of earth, as she surged into her orgasm, moaning, and groaning and pushing her hips up toward the mouth and lips that were bringing her such pleasure.

She lay back and sighed a huge sigh that turned into an instant wail, as he moved, giving her no time at all to calm down, and as he pushed his ready cock into her wet pussy.

‘Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh jeeeeeeeeeeeez!’ she wailed. ‘Yessss, now . . .yesssss . . .yessss . . .now . . .just . . .yesssss!’

She stared up at him and there was, for that moment and that event, absolute adoration in her eyes.

‘This is no casual fuck,’ she thought and the word stuck in her mind. She used it then, singing it to him, chanting it to him, as he plunged in and out of her at his rate, drawing her ever closer and closer to her next orgasm:

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes, fuck the Professor, fuck the bitch, fuck the slut! Just fuck, fuck, fuck!’

He paused for a nano second in his plunging and said directly into her mouth:

‘Associate Professor!’

‘Yessssssss, fuck her!’ she wailed.

Then her chanting changed course as he began to finish up and draw her into the circle of his orgasm with her own:

‘Yours, Rafael, all yours, Master, yours, sir!’ she began to say over and over, as her hips pushed up against his in the dance of fucking.

‘Yours to use in any way! Annnnnnnnyyyyy way!’ she wailed, as she finally came, and he collapsed on top of her, after cumming herself.

They lay there and she said, after a moment:

‘Oh, is that what it’s supposed to be like? Oh, thank you, Rafael, thank you, Master, thank you!’

‘Catherine, my love,’ he crooned to her. ‘You were outstanding.’

‘Let me, please!’ she said then, once he moved, and positioned her head to catch his slimy prick in her mouth to clean him.

They lay there for many seconds, minutes without moving. Then he got up and raised her up.

‘Is your place organized yet?’ she asked. ‘You could, stay with, um me.’

‘Is the lady inviting me to share her bed?’ he asked gallantly.

‘Yes, and hoping for more of what just happened,’ she said smiling.

They walked, hand in hand, toward the house. As they neared the house, he said to her:

‘Catherine, I need to go downstairs and get some of the arranging done. Why don’t you give me about an hour and a half?’

‘Fine, Rafael, sir,’ she said, still aglow with what she just went through. I’ll have a brandy or night cap for us, when you’re ready. I’ll be ready for bed in two hours myself.’

‘It’s a date,’ he said, Kissing her on the mouth quickly, with a hint of tongue in the kiss. She smiled at him, as he went downstairs.

She went to her room and decided on a little cleaning up work of her own. She got out a large shopping bag and into it deposited most of the panties that were left in her drawer. She was correct that the rose colored ones were the nicest of the lot. She kept just a few to get her through the next few days, in case she didn’t get to shop.
But she was hoping to shop, and with Rafael, tomorrow. She knew, however, that the decision would be his own.

‘I’ve got to get used to that,’ she said, but realized there was no impatience or rancor in her attitude at all. She felt at home with the decision to be made.

Then she spoke to herself again:

‘I’m so surprised that I actually had the courage to say what I wanted to say.’

She got herself a glass of wine and sat down to think.

‘It was so scary!’ she admitted, and giggled to herself. Then she raised her glass and said:

‘Here’s to scary!’

She did some more work weeding out discards from her overworked and just plain old wardrobe and noticed, when it an hour and a quarter had passed. She thought for a moment and said to herself:

‘I’d better be naked, when he comes up, he certainly didn’t tell me that I could dress. I don’t want to keep heaping more spanks onto the fifteen that I already have earned.’

She giggled at the thought of it and hoped that she didn’t disgrace herself or him, when she was spanked.

She discovered one thing about Rafael, when the hour and a half had gone by, he was precisely punctual. He found her cleaning the kitchen, naked.

‘Well, look at the Associate Professor!’ he said, ‘All naked and homey here.’

She turned and kind of bowed her head to him and said:

‘You didn’t tell me that I could put any clothes on, sir.’

‘Hmm,’ he mused, ‘So, I didn’t, very nice of you, Catherine, my Catherine, I’ll take 5 of your 15 spanks away for being so obedient.’

‘Thank you, sir!’ she said.

‘May I come to you?’ she asked.

‘Let me tell you, Catherine dear,’ he said to her, suddenly all concern and sincerity, ‘You never need permission to come and put those lovely arms around me. We’re just not going to be that formal. And also, I like to hear you call me ‘sir’ but it won’t matter if you don’t do it precisely all the time.’

‘Thank you, Rafael!’ she said with emotion, going to him and putting her arms around him and her head on his chest.

She sighed deeply, as he ran his hands down her spine and let them rest on her ass cheeks.

‘Lovely, beyond lovely,’ he said to her, squeezing her ass cheeks.

‘Brandy?’ she asked, ‘Or Cream Sherry? A night cap?’

‘The Cream Sherry, I think,’ he said, ‘I like that.’

She got them each a glass and she told him that she had something to show him. He sat on the couch and she brought the two bags full of discarded clothes, including 95% of her panties.

He was impressed: ‘Good for you, Catherine, the clean out has begun, tomorrow we will shop!’

‘Goodie,’ she said with enthusiasm, ‘I’l so looking forward to that.’

‘Sir,’ she began then.

‘Yes?’ he responded.

‘I like to shower before bed, you don’t mind if I do?’ she asked.

‘Of course not,’ he said, ‘No need to even ask.’

‘I don’t know yet, you see,’ she said, sitting on the arm of the couch next to him.

‘I know that, lovely Catherine,’ he replied, ‘And we’ll go slowly to make sure that we’re both aware of those kinds of things. But I think that I will join you in the shower.’

‘Ohhhhhh, how nice,’ she crooned, kissing his forehead. ‘Shall I go and get things ready? Towels etc?’

‘Please do,’ he responded, and she got up to walk across the kitchen.

She looked over her shoulder at him, swinging her ass in a fashion that she hoped he liked.

‘It’ll be lovely to spank that ass tomorrow!’ he said.

‘Eeep!’ she squealed and hurried from the room, as he got up to follow her.

She turned to him, just as she got to the stairs:

‘Wear to bed?’

‘Nothing!’ was his reply.

She giggled: ‘I don’t think I ever did that before, at least not since college!’

‘Well, it’s about time!’ he answered.

‘Yes, sir!’ she said, moving up the stairs ahead of him.

He was close enough that he planted a quick slap on her ass. She squealed but stayed in place in case he wanted to hit her again. The slap was like a spark of electricity for her. She could hardly believe how hot it made her.

‘I think that we liked that!’ he said chuckling.

‘Oh we did!’ was her answer.

‘Shower now!’ he said.

‘Shower,’ she replied.

During the shower, Catherine gave in to an impulse and did something that she’d always wanted to do. She went to her knees, and, with the water pounding down on her, sucked him off. She held his eyes with hers during the process and enjoyed the sensation of taking his cock in a soft state into her mouth, and keeping it there as it grew in length and girth. When Rafael was fully erect in her mouth, she took her head away to say:

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It’s Halloween night, I’m dressed as a sexy dominatrix, and I have three married men sitting in my living room. Paul has just brought me to an orgasm with his tongue in the kitchen, then I gave him a hand job and he came on my tits in front of Will and Mark. It has been a good night, but I’m not finished by any stretch. Besides being genuinely attracted to these men and being in need of some good sex to make up for some personal crises of my own, I’m out for revenge. These men are married to...

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Painful Piano Lesson Part 3

From outside the French windows, I had spied on a 17 year old girl, the same age as me, as she was made to strip by the piano teacher, Miss Edwards and then I saw her caned. Just ten minutes later Miss Edwards caught me watching and forced me to undress in front of the girl, Jenny, before she punished me with a cane. At the end of my ordeal Miss Edwards suggested to Jenny that she should stay behind after her next piano lesson to watch me being punished again. So, here I was, a week later and...

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The piano and Rachaels wet panties2

Michael was in an emotional turmoil.He had finally given up to his sexual urges and made a move.After all those nights of fantasies he finally ended up fingering Rachael.She must be a virgin he thought how else could she possibly be so tight.It was hard to even push his finger inside her he could only imagine how tough it will be to push his long thick cock inside her tiny hole.Then his eyes caught the sight of Rachael's pink cotton panties that she had left behind in hurry.Michael picked...

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My Piano Teacher

When, I was 18 I got extremely interested in piano lessons. Well luck have it just across from my house was a piano teacher MS. Clapton and she was married to a man named Roger. I just called him Mr. Clapton out respect and I called Heather Ms. Clapton. MS. Clapton was a beautiful young woman in her 30’s nice brunette hair that fell to her shoulders, and she had very beautiful brown eyes. Ms. Clapton was 5’6 and was around 110-120 lbs she’s was absolutely stunning. I knew I had to get lessons...

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Rafaels Piano A Love Story Ch 03

On the way she engaged in a self examination. It was one of her ways. She’d cultivated a kind of honesty with herself that she was very strict about. She wanted to have one of those sessions now and talk to herself about what was happening with Rafael. ‘Okay, girl,’ she said out loud—her way. ‘Are you being silly? Stupid? A bit crazy? How does it feel?’ She thought about that, letting the past few days replay themselves in her mind. She came to an initial conclusion quickly. This is what her...

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Painful Piano Lesson Part 4

My name is Mike, I’m seventeen and if you’ve read what’s happened to me before you’ll know I tried to give up taking piano lessons a year ago but my parents made me continue. Worse still, Miss Edwards got their permission to punish me if I’d failed to practice properly. Mum and Dad were away and my piano lesson was at 6.30 p.m. If it wasn’t for my Mum reminding me to go I would have regularly been late but today it was down to me. I was enjoying my time alone in the house when I realised with...

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The Piano

He watched her from behind, her small body gracefully moving in the dance of a trance, her hands alive with a life of their own, as they touched the ivory keys. Her fingers curved slightly as they glided from note to note; the soft murmur of sound enticing and inviting. As he listened, images flashed in his mind from subtle shades of memory to the more familiar sensual passion. Sublime echoes were created then built with the ascension of the notes. Her hands gracefully shifted as her long...

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When He Plays Piano in the Dark

When you love an artist, sometimes you feel as if you are loving alone. The love they have for their art wells up inside of them, expands and nothing else can remain. That is what makes them what they are, extraordinary, with gifts that only God can hand out. Then there are times when the love they have for you becomes focused. It is overwhelmingly beautiful and beyond the imagination. When an artist loves, he loves so deeply and profoundly. They can touch you or just look at you in such a way...

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Spanked by My Piano Tutor

I was spanked by my piano tutor once. She was a middle-aged housewife type. Overall, a very sweet lady, but as I found out she could be quite vicious when she was angry. I think she felt that a spanking was justified because I went to a Catholic school that still used paddling. If my teachers could do it, why not my piano tutor as well? Ha. You’d think that the threat of spanking would have motivated me to practice, and I guess it usually did, but I could be awfully lazy sometimes too. I was...

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A Piano Maid

A Piano Maid The first sensation to return to Chris was a slow, deep throb in the back of his neck. Each breath hurt, but the pain was neither sharp nor overwhelming. His neck also had a full range of motion, which in a semi-conscious way he recognized as he rotated it in a circle. In his dizzied state, he was still certain somebody had knocked him unconscious. The second sensation to come to Chris's attention was the ache in his crotch. In his muddled state, he couldn't...

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Painful Piano Lesson

Looking back now, I can hardly believe that my parents agreed to me being spanked by my sexy piano teacher. I chose to learn the piano when I was 11, thinking I would soon be able to play all the latest pop music. I was still being made to play proper piano pieces and it wasn’t cool for a 16 year old boy to play the piano so I decided to give it up. My Dad had other ideas and insisted that I continue with the lessons as it would be another ‘positive’ on my university applications. I might have...

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The Piano Teacher

Jen walked gleefully down the hall to greet her favorite pupil.   The thought of spending this regular hour with Greg always had her virtually skipping towards her door, a feeling that went beyond her appreciation of his boyish good looks and gentle, personable, manner. “Hey there Mr. Guitar.”   She smiled her usual greeting to him, a gently ribbing reference to his first instrument. “Hi Teacher.”   Greg beamed back as he followed her into the house and closed the door behind them.   ...

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The Piano Teacher

Jen walked gleefully down the hall to greet her favorite pupil.   The thought of spending this regular hour with Greg always had her virtually skipping towards her door, a feeling that went beyond her appreciation of his boyish good looks and gentle, personable, manner. “Hey there Mr. Guitar.”   She smiled her usual greeting to him, a gently ribbing reference to his first instrument. “Hi Teacher.”   Greg beamed back as he followed her into the house and closed the door behind them.   He...

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Piano

Sarah woke with a start to the sound of her mobile phone chiming. A new text message from Baz, her internet lover had come through. Check your email it said. Sarah pulled her laptop off the bedside cabinet and switched it on. What could be so important that he’d wake me up so early on a Saturday morning she thought? There was only one message in her inbox – A Little Night Reading was the title in the subject box. Any thought of a stern rebuke was instantly forgotten as she clicked to open her...

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Painful Piano Lesson Part 2

As you can read in part one I was made to undress totally before being given the cane by my piano teacher Miss Edwards and then she spanked my cock because I got an erection. I couldn't help it, she's slim, young and very attractive even though her glasses make her look a little strict. Two weeks later I was a little early for my piano lesson and a very pretty dark haired lass, not much older than me, with puffy red eyes, was leaving in some distress. I realised I wasn’t the only one getting...

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Piano Blues Part 3

I’m a piano player, not a pianist. I started as a pianist when I was eight or nine, but then I heard Honky Tonk Train Blues, or something. I heard James Booker and Professor Longhair, all the New Orleans guys, and it struck me. I had to sound like that. I never will, but I keep on trying. They’re the greatest piano players ever. The rhythm, the music. Spiritual music. A sound like that can heal a broken heart. And Ragtime. I love that too. Still piano players. All the styles are linked. You...

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Piano Bench

I arrive late from the office, tired from the long day at the office, looking forward to seeing her, as I slip quietly in the front door, I hear the sounds of the Adagio from Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata being played on the piano in the music room, Marina is a classical trained pianist. I walk slowly over to her, say nothing, but place my hands on her neck and give a little squeeze - she turns to look over her shoulder, smiles, then returns her attention to the piano. She looks so beautiful...

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Piano Lesson

Saturday Morning and it is time for my lesson..............I had decided I needed to expand my horizons and decided to learn how to play the piano.I have scoured the web and found a very talented lady who also, truth be told, always dressed well and got my cock twitching............Normal attire for you was skirt, hosiery (stockings or tights to be determined - however either always please), lovely smelling hair, a figure hugging blouse or T-shirt and low heels.I knocked on the door of your...

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PIANO BENCH BLOW JOB

It is my final piano lesson before my recital on Sunday. This will will be the end of my piano lessons. I am not too sad about that. My piano teacher, Mrs. North, is at the hospital sitting by her sick aunt's bedside. She is terminally ill and has only a little while to live. Her husband, also an accomplished pianist and teacher, is subbing for her. He sits beside me on the bench. I run through my recital program. I can't help but notice as I glance down at the keys that he is wearing walking...

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Rafaels Piano A Love Story Ch 04

They were in bed later, talking quietly and generally. ‘Please move in with me, Rafael!’ she said to him. ‘Let’s make this our home. I promise, promise that I’m not trying to hem you in or tie you down. I do.’ ‘Our home! Yes,’ he said. Then added: ‘Go ahead, tie me down, hem me in!’ ‘I love you,’ she said softly, and he kissed her. ‘And I need you to know,’ she went on, ‘This doesn’t change any part of my declaration, any part of my desire to be a slave, sex slave especially, to you. It...

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Painful Piano Lesson Part 3

From outside the French windows, I had spied on a 17 year old girl, the same age as me, as she was made to strip by the piano teacher, Miss Edwards and then I saw her caned. Just ten minutes later Miss Edwards caught me watching and forced me to undress in front of the girl, Jenny, before she punished me with a cane. At the end of my ordeal Miss Edwards suggested to Jenny that she should stay behind after her next piano lesson to watch me being punished again. So, here I was, a week later and...

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Painful Piano Lesson

Looking back now, I can hardly believe that my parents agreed to me being spanked by my sexy piano teacher. I chose to learn the piano when I was 11, thinking I would soon be able to play all the latest pop music. I was still being made to play proper piano pieces and it wasn’t cool for a 16 year old boy to play the piano so I decided to give it up. My Dad had other ideas and insisted that I continue with the lessons as it would be another ‘positive’ on my university applications. I might...

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Piano Lessons How It Bega

When my husband left me, saying he has fallen in love with another, I felt numb. I couldn't believe it. But, I had no time to wallow in the pain I felt. I had two kids now to take care of, alone, full-time. I decided a part-time job, along with the job I already had was the answer. I could do it at home as well. Piano lessons had always brought me joy. I let it slip as the children got older, focusing more on them. * Now it is a year later, my husband is now my ex, my kids are stable, happy...

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Sunday School Piano Player

This story begins in 2006. I was coming up on a move from Anchorage, Alaska to Columbia, South Carolina. I decided to use some online dating sites to maybe lay some groundwork to hook up with some women in SC. I had started talking to this (as I saw in photos) extremely cute, busty 18 year old girl. We shall call her Diane for the sake of anonymity. We talked casually for a few months via Yahoo messenger and grew to know quite a bit about each other. She was a big fan of my favorite band...

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The piano and Rachaels wet panties 4

As soon as Rachael reached her home that night after losing her virginity to her piano teacher,she went straight away to her bedroom before making a 'headache'excuse to her mother.Rachael locked the door of her room and stripped down naked.She spread her legs and looked at her pussy.Her vaginal lips were swollen making them appear more pink than usual.Rachael saw a hint of blood on the insides of her vagina,she wiped it clean with her ruined panties.Her pussy was still very sensitive and...

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Piano Blues Part 3

I’m a piano player, not a pianist. I started as a pianist when I was eight or nine, but then I heard Honky Tonk Train Blues, or something. I heard James Booker and Professor Longhair, all the New Orleans guys, and it struck me. I had to sound like that. I never will, but I keep on trying. They’re the greatest piano players ever. The rhythm, the music. Spiritual music. A sound like that can heal a broken heart. And Ragtime. I love that too. Still piano players. All the styles are linked. You...

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Painful Piano Lessons Meeting Up With Alison

If you read Painful Piano Lessons - Part 4, you’ll know that I watched Alison being caned stark naked before she helped ‘Miss’ cane me in a most embarrassing way. As she was leaving, Alison pushed a note into my hands and made it perfectly clear that she would like to meet up with me again. I was not going to turn down that offer. I called her and we chatted for a while before I suggested we meet up. Alison told me that her parents were away for the weekend so I could go over to her house. I...

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Piano

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The Piano Bar Ch 12

Suggested music - Depeche Mode - World in my eyes / Policy of Truth / Duran Duran - The Man Who Stole a Leopard.The smell of perfume was so thick that it could intoxicate you alone, save for the expensive alcohol-filled bottles, carefully lined up on the bar shelves, like museum pieces, shinning from the small lamps placed under them, meant to draw your attention and seduce you into each and every one of them.I made my way to the end of the room, opposite of the entrance door I had just come in...

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Piano Teacher Needs a Baby

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The Piano Player

  I closed my eyes, letting the beautiful melodies of the classical piece wash over me. The bay window was openin front of my grand piano, and a cool late evening breeze was floating into the room. A smile quirked my lips as my fingers flew over the ebony and ivory keys, playing the last notes of my beautiful creation. Perfect. Starting up a new, softer tune i stared out my window at the soft pink and blues of the sky. The breeze ruffling my long black hair slightly. I turned my head slightly,...

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The Piano Teacher And Student

The Piano Teacher and Student  ( Author's note : A couple of yearsago I went to see a French movie called ?The Piano Teacher?. It was one ofthose moody French movies that seem to go nowhere, and yet you always remember.This told the story of a repressed spinster, who was a piano teacher. She takeson this handsome young student, Walter. She is very authoritarian and is quiteinsulting to him and his talents. Just as you are wondering where this willgo, in a scene near the end the woman confesses...

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Painful Piano Lesson Part 2

As you can read in part one I was made to undress totally before being given the cane by my piano teacher Miss Edwards and then she spanked my cock because I got an erection. I couldn’t help it, she’s slim, young and very attractive even though her glasses make her look a little strict. Two weeks later I was a little early for my piano lesson and a very pretty dark haired lass, not much older than me, with puffy red eyes, was leaving in some distress. I realised I wasn’t the only one getting...

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Piano Lessons

Monica’s piano students were mostly younger beginners, but she did teach a few very committed and talented high-schoolers and one or two grads. One of her brightest stars, Josh, was about to turn 18, and for some time now, he had shown a boyishly awkward, obvious crush on his gorgeous 31-year-old teacher.She found it, and him, absolutely adorable, and after a time, his attentions even boosted her erotic daydreams. It never got in the way of the lessons, as once they got concentrated on the...

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Softly Softly The Piano Man

She hadn’t been touched for a long time. Sure, there were hugs from friends, kisses on the cheek in greeting at parties, massages at the spa, playfights with her roommate. But the hurt of her marriage, her shattered trust, had drawn a protective mantle around her that now she seemed powerless to shed, and she would not get close to a man. She met plenty, was invited for drinks or dinner by a few. She always said no. She laughed with the regulars in her local bar, and often it turned to flirting...

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The Piano Player

  I closed my eyes, letting the beautiful melodies of the classical piece wash over me. The bay window was openin front of my grand piano, and a cool late evening breeze was floating into the room. A smile quirked my lips as my fingers flew over the ebony and ivory keys, playing the last notes of my beautiful creation. Perfect. Starting up a new, softer tune i stared out my window at the soft pink and blues of the sky. The breeze ruffling my long black hair slightly. I turned my head...

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FAMILY GUY BETTER THAN PIANO LESSONS

Lois sat in the living room, sighing as she flipped through the latest catalogues from the Quahog Mall. Every weekend they would be delivered, and every weekend she’d see some new clothes or accessories that she could do with. Her current purse was falling apart. It had a broken zipper, a clasp that wouldn’t click shut, and a small hole forming in one of the corners. Yes, it would have been nice to have something new for a change. “Damn it,” she muttered, “Peter never buys me anything anymore....

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