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Starting "classes".

The last wall was covered with cork and plastered with photos of me, none of them "nice" but pinned up nevertheless. I counted 317 of them once. Silently, Eric wandered around the room, stopping at the photographs.

"My God," he whispered this time. He looked back to see me kneeling on the cold floor. The corners of his mouth turned slightly upward and his eyes gleamed devilishly. He rubbed at his solid cock, beckoning me to him with a wag of his finger.

"Get over here."

I started toward him on hands and knees.

"Walk."

I stood and approached him, my head swimming with expectation and arousal. My mouth went dry but my pussy was hot and wet.

"Kneel ... no, don't look away. Your face is too pretty to hide." He tugged the front of his pajamas down exposing his engorged shaft, a drop of pre-cum sparkling at its tip. I leaned forward just a little. "Not until I tell you, my dear. Not until I tell you."

Eric began his lecture.

"I won't be taking you as far as you'd probably like to go today. I'm being selfish to some extent. I can't leave without an excuse to come back, now can I? There are a couple of other things, though. Self-control, Maggie. Really good soup needs to simmer for a long time. Now, I have been accused of being too distant, too quiet in the sack. At least that's what my brother seems to think. He doesn't get the beauty of self-control. I prefer to take my time, to keep my focus. We'll get there. Eventually. Truth to tell, I'm working with something of a handicap on this one. You'll have to tolerate my learning curve. As I said, all of my clients are men. When it comes to women, I'm more a wine-and-roses kind of guy. I've dabbled here and there, but nothing of this ... magnitude." He looked around at the room as he searched for his word, then focused again on my face. "So far, so good?"

"Yes, Sir."

He groaned. "Ah, how did I know you were going to call me that? The only place I ever want to hear that word is here, in this room. No place else. My name is Eric. Got it?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Wonderful." His cock bobbed in front of my face. "You can have that one drop you've been wanting, but that's all."

Eric grasped his cock at its base and stroked it firmly, increasing that one precious drop to at least three. It spilled past the cleft of his glans, running down the underside of his shaft. I wasn't sure what to do. He'd said 'one drop' but offered much more. Could he be testing me? Or was this just one very large drop? His face gave nothing away. There was only one way to find out. Boldly, I licked along the underside of his prick from about the middle and up over the top. I wanted so badly to take the head of it in my mouth, but left it at wanting. His fluid was warm and slick and tasted like more. I swirled my tongue around the roof of my mouth, distributing the flavor of him throughout my mouth. He pulled his pajamas back over his hips.

"We'll get back to that later. Next issue: these photos. Most of them are fine. Some of them are going to have to go. Do you have a paper shredder?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good." Eric picked a few of the photographs off the wall and fanned them out in his hand as if they were playing cards. "Take a look at these and tell me what they have in common."

Scaning over the photos, I remembered each session vividly. Every one of them had been taken at the end of punishments to help me learn from my mistakes. Learn I did, for there was nothing I dreaded more than a caning. Angry red welts criss-crossed my bottom. Still, there were plenty of other pictures that were essentially the same. Some of them had even been taken during the same sessions. I puzzled back and forth, looking for the answer. When I figured it out, I gasped, realizing for the first time just how far away my submission could carry me. It had never felt the way it suddenly looked from this perspective.

"Blood.

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