Boarding School Sex Training-Chapter 3

Stephen and Michael followed Rachel as she walked naked into the next room. She was determined to follow through with her decision to submit to their demands and had already suffered indignities of stripping naked in front of them and three enemas’. Her heart sank lower when she saw the glistening, stainless steel gynecologist table in the center of the room. She saw the stirrups, straps attached to them and realized that she would be soon attached to them, spread open for them to inspect her again. Next to it stood another table, the top holding various speculums and Vaseline

She cringed at the thought of what they intended to inflict on her, but continued to walk toward the table.

“Now hop up on the table, Rachel, lay back and place your feet in the stirrups and we will continue with our examination. We are going to open up your pussy and your asshole with the speculums so we can do an internal exam,” Michael ordered, watching as Rachel began to get on the table.

Rachel felt the cold metal against her ass as she obeyed, sitting on the edge of the table facing them, her legs closed. Stephen stood next to her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

“Now lay back, Rachel,” his hands gently pushing down on her shoulders, pushing her horizontal onto the sterile table. “Scoot back, head on the pillow.” 

Rachel pushed back with her feet, scooting back toward the head of the table. Stephen’s hands grabbed her wrists and pulled them over her head, toward the corners of the table. She turned to look over her shoulder just as Stephen pulled a leather strap from the corner of the table and began to attach it tightly to her wrists.

“What are you doing, why are you tying me up?

“You will have to get used to being bound. Stephen tells me he will certainly enjoy putting your body in various bondage positions, so you may as well get used to it.” Michael watched as Stephen moved to the other side, again securing her wrist to the other corner. He pulled it tight, the straps biting tightly into her wrists. Rachel wrists were now bound tightly to the top of the table.

Rachel felt Michael’s hands on her ankles, pulling them out, stretching her body. He stood at the foot of the table, staring straight up Rachel’s naked body, her legs closed. “Now don’t be so modest, my dear Rachel, you have a delicious looking pussy” his hands grabbing her left ankle and pulling it over to the stirrup, her legs spreading, her pussy opening up to his stare. He pulled her leg up and placed it high into the stirrup. She again felt leather straps attach to her body, this time to her ankles. He tightened the strap, securing her legs to the stirrup. Her right ankle was next, her pussy lips separating as Michael spread her open, her leg pulled up high onto the stirrup. The straps were attached to her right ankle, effectively preventing her from stopping them from doing anything to her body as she was now bound tightly hands and legs, spread open.

Michael and Stephen stared at their victim. Rachel’s body was pulled tightly and spread open. Her pussy lips spread open, glistening with her pussy juices. Her breasts stood up, the nipples hard and erect. “You seem to be exciting by our bondage of your body, Rachel, are you really a bondage slut?”

Rachel did not understand her body. Here she was helpless, naked and spread open and she could feel her body getting excited. She wished someone would touch her vagina, it felt so wet. “Please, please,” she begged, not sure what she was begging for them to do.

Stephen moved over Rachel’s body, reaching for her breasts. Rachel arched her back, pushing her breasts out, hoping he would touch her nipples. She could feel that they were super sensitive, aching for fingers to pluck at them. 

“Do you want me to touch your nipples, Rachel, if you do, you must ask me nicely,” Stephen asked Rachel.

“Please, touch them, please,” she moaned, the degradation of making her beg exciting her more. They were humiliating her, forcing her to beg them to do awful things to her body.

Stephen’s fingers plucked at her nipples, grabbing them tightly and squeezing them. He wanted her to feel the pain before the pleasure. She would have to learn to accept whatever he desired to do to her, whether she would feel the pleasure or not. Her only purpose was to pleasure him, and if that meant she would receive pain, she would have to accept it. He tightened his grip on the delicate nipple and could feel Rachel’s body react to the brutal pinching.

“No, notttt soo hard, please, not harrrdd,” Rachel begged. She had hoped for a delicate caress on her breasts and nipples, not the brutal pinching that she was experiencing. Her back arched up, hoping to relieve some of the pain, but looked like she was offering her breasts for more punishment. She could feel Stephen pulling on her nipples, stretching out her breasts, twisting the nipples while keeping them clamped tightly in his fingers.

“You excite me when you beg, Rachel, I like to see you suffer in pain. You must learn accept whatever I want to do to you as it brings pleasure to me. Your only purpose will be to pleasure me.” Stephen loosened his grip on Rachel’s nipples, his hands now running over her breasts, grabbing her tit flesh in his hand and squeezing it.

“I will do whatever you want, but please don’t hurt me,” she cried. She sighed a bit of relief as his fingers now were only squeezing her breast flesh, not the brutal pinching of her nipples. Her nipples were still rock hard, the pinching painful, but still exciting her further.

“Step to this end of the table and we will proceed with the examination of Rachel’s pussy.” Stephen moved to the other end, now both of them were standing between Rachel’s wide spread legs, her pussy spread wide. “You have a very beautiful pussy, Rachel. Your pussy lips spread nicely with your legs up high.” Michael’s hands ran up Rachel’s thighs, her body trembling as they moved closer to her vagina. He could see her pussy juices glistening on her spread lips. She was enjoying this no matter how much she complained.