Learning by Degree

“Hi Duncan.”

“Alec,” Duncan just looked straight ahead leaning on his steering wheel. He was clearly still pissed off with Alex.

“Duncan are you’re folks in I’d like to see them. I owe them an apology.”

“Aye, they’re in. That was a shitty thing you done, you and that,” Duncan searched for a word but could only come up with one, so he spat it out as if it were an unwanted fly in his mouth, “Girl!”

“Rose, her name’s Rose Duncan. I know that’s why I’m here. I'd like to apologise.”

“Ros,” Duncan said, making a mental note. “They’re in the house, just go on in.”

“No Rose Duncan, Rose like the flower.”

“Righto Alec, bye for now.” Alex walked carefully across the farmyard avoiding the worst of the mud and knocked on the back door of the farm house. He turned to survey the farm yard as he waited. A dutch barn full of straw or maybe hay next to a row of stone built outbuildings with short doors and tiny windows with russet painted window frames that might have been red many years previous. The door opened behind him, he turned to see Brian wearing brown slippers and cords, a chequered shirt, blue tie and striped cardigan.

“Yes Alex, what can we do for you,” It wasn’t the speech he’d prepared in his head for when Alex eventually came calling, which was something along the lines of, ‘I’m sorry Jean and I are busy making a film right now’

Duncan stepped forward, “Hello Brian, I owe you and Jean an apology, may I come in?”

“Aye come in. Jean we’ve a visitor. Come through Alex.” He walked off through the makeshift utility room and disappeared through a door.

Jean sat at a huge kitchen table with her back to the range drinking coffee, papers strewn about her. “Come in Alex, have a seat.” She indicated the chair opposite herself. “Brian, you’ll need to get the plough greased up before spring.” She looked intently at her husband then flicked her eyes toward the door.

Brian took the hint, turning and calling as he departed. “Aye, well I’ll have to get on, I’ll see you shortly Alex.” He had no intention of returning while Jean and Alex were having ‘discussions’.

“So Alex, you’ve got yourself a sub.” She began. “Do you know what you’re getting yourselves into?”

“Ahem, I am Rose’s tutor. She's here to study, and her studies have some commonality with the book I happen to be writing.” 

“Aha, okay.” She studied him, considering her next words carefully. Then nodding she appeared to have come to a decision. “Alex, I want your word that what I’m about to tell you, show you, goes no further. Other than Rose, she will probably need to know. Can you do that?”

“Er, sure, my lips are sealed, scouts honour.”

“I’m serious Alex, I want your solemn word.”

“Alright. Jean, you have my word, nothing you tell me or show me here will be communicated to anyone. Strictly between you and me.”

She pushes her chair aside, turns and takes a key from a shelf above the range. “Follow me Alex.”

She led him to the french dresser, she moved a decorative plate and put the key in and turned it then pulled on the shelf. The whole dresser and part of the wall swung open revealing a flight of stairs. She turned to Alex. “There are secrets here Alex, the first of which…” She paused to engage his eyes. “My name is Victoria, not Jean. Come on, shut the door behind you.” She set off down the stairs followed by Alex.

The narrow stairs wound down then opened into a wide corridor with plush carpet and oak panelled walls. “Shoes off please Alex.” while Alex took off his shoes Jean explained. “This is my bolt hole, totally self contained. I have everything I need here, office, bedroom, lounge, small kitchen,” She opened the nearest door. ”and this. My torture chamber, my indulgence.”

Alex looked around at the, white tiled walls, slate floor, a victorian kitchen saucepan hanger suspended from the ceiling, hanging from it, every kind of whip, flogger, paddle and crop he could imagine. A shelf full of dildoes from small to… too big!, some plain, some ribbed, some with spikes, some obviously homemade covered in sandpaper or wire. And furniture, all heavy, beautifully made with thick leather straps hanging loose, mostly folded stored against a wall. An endless chain winch with a wide spreader bar with suspension cuffs hung from the ceiling in the centre of the room. A thick steel eye-bolt was mounted in the floor below the winch.

Alex was clearly shocked. “Jean, what is this? Well no, I know exactly what this is, I mean why, I mean, why are you showing me this, why now?”

Jean laughed. “That Alex, is a long story, c’mon, coffee.”

Ten minutes later they were sitting in Jean’s beautifully furnished bolt hole lounge sipping fresh coffee, as Jean told her story.

“Twenty some years ago I was at university studying economics and business. My roommate also happened to be my Domme. She had tied me inverted to the foot of our bed and whipped me, I had red stripes everywhere! Anyway, while she was grinding her pussy into mine, the door burst open and photos were taken.”

“Oh my god, what did you do?”

“Nothing we could do, I was tied up, she was naked. We were expecting the photos to be posted on noticeboards, that sort of thing. But no, he actually tried to blackmail my father. That went badly for him, but also for me. It transpired, Rachel, my roommate Domme had been out in the afternoon and got fucked. She was on birth control, I wasn’t, I fell pregnant. I was married off to a distant relative who needed a wife, so here I am.”

“But why the cloak and dagger, the Jean ‘act’, clearly you’re cultured and…” He paused, indicating the certificates and diplomas on the wall. “And obviously intelligent, you could do anything you want?”

“Well, Brian had a similar but opposite problem to mine. He was known to be sadistic toward women, couldn’t find a wife. He’s part of my punishment. Actually we work quite well together, I run the business, he does the work. And when I have the urge, he’s invited to my torture chamber… to take out his,” she paused. “frustrations on me.”

“Why are you telling me this Jean?”

“Because Brian is losing interest, I need to inject some excitement back into our ‘play’, that’s where you and Rose come in. I’m inviting both of you to our next torture session.”

“No! Absolutely not. Rose isn’t into this sort of thing. No!” Alex got up, turning toward the door.

“Just wait Alex, hear me out. You don’t have to take part, you can just watch if you want. But I will ask that Rose be naked and restrained throughout. It’ll give her an idea of what may be ahead for her and I guarantee, she’ll be turned on more than she’s ever been. You will benefit. Why not think about it, Talk to Rose.”

“I think I can guarantee Rose will have no desire to be involved whatsoever.”

 “You may well be right. But when you tell her that she'll be under your protection the whole time, and that if she wants to leave at any point, you’ll take her home. I think she might surprise you.”

Alex drove slowly home, running over in his head how he would broach the subject with Rose. Maybe don’t even tell her, then tell Jean she’d refused the invite point blank.

He was still weighing up his options at five o’clock when Rose arrived, let herself in and shouted a greeting from the hallway. “Hello Sir, I’ll be with you in a mo.”

Moments later she entered the lounge where Alex was sitting in his chair next to the fire. Wearing nothing but the silver padlocked chain Alex had given her a week previous, she went straight to the french dresser, retrieved the leather collar, presented it to Alex then knelt with her back to him and with both hands swept her hair above her neckline. “Please Sir, would you change my collar for me?”

“Have you eaten Rose?”

“Oh yes Sir, I’ve had an apple and a bit of potato salad.”

“Aha, I’ll take that as a no. Can you cook?”

“I’m a very good cook. What would you like?” Her house collar now fitted she turned to face Alex in a very open and inviting ‘nadu’.

“Potatoes are already simmering. You cook the steak and mushrooms, I’ll do the pepper sauce.”

Halfway through their meal Alex paused, sipped his wine and announced. “We’ve had an invitation.”

“Oh, is it an invitation to something nice or gossip mongers wanting to interrogate us? I think I’d rather be here with you.”

“Firstly Rose, I make the decisions.” He cleared his throat and went on to tell of his meeting with Jean, her ‘bolt hole torture chamber’ and the terms of their invitation. Finishing with…”So, in this case, I had to tell you, just in case Jean ever asked. I intend to refuse the invitation.”

“Yes Sir.”

For a little while they continued eating until Alex Couldn’t stand the silence. “But if I asked you, hypothetically I mean, you’d say no, wouldn’t you?”

Rose thought for a moment, then reinforcing her points by waving a piece of steak on her fork. “Firstly, hypothetically is a trick to elicit a debatable point. I think that as your slave, I would accompany you to anything you chose to take me to. I am under your protection, I trust you to keep me safe.”

“And secondly?”

“Ah yes, secondly. Secondly is the important bit. Secondly, you make the decisions. What was your secondly?

Alex thought quickly. “Er yes, well. Secondly, I make the decisions.”

“Good!” Rose said and blew him a kiss, smiling. 

Alex finished his meal, pushing the empty plate aside. Picking up his wine he settled back into his armchair to watch his slave.

As soon as Alex pushed his plate away Rose stopped eating and picked up both plates.

“You haven’t finished Rose, you’re leaving steak!”

“I’m sorry Sir, I’m flup.” She wasn’t in fact full up, but reasoned that continuing to eat while Alex had finished wouldn’t be giving him her full attention. “Would you like the rest of my steak?”

“Well, if you’re not going to eat it…”

She knelt between him and the table and fed him the remains of her steak, then took the empty plates to the kitchen.

Alex listened to her loading the dishwasher wondering about the invitation conversation. Rose came and was about to kneel in front of him.

Alex stopped her… “No, come and lie across here.” he patted his lap. 

She made herself comfortable leaning in to him head on his shoulder, he with one arm around her and one across her thighs holding his wine glass. “So, I’ll accept the invitation.”

“Mhmm, yes.” She cuddled closer to him. “I think sir. It’s not every day you get an invitation to watch a woman being whipped and tortured. Especially one where you get to have your own naked slave by your side.”

“When is it?”

“Tomorrow night, 7 o’clock.”

“Okay. Can I keep my collar on?”

“Of course, it shows you’re mine.”

“Sir?”

“Yes?”

“How will I  be restrained?”

“You’ll have to wait for tomorrow. No more questions now.”

“Humph!” She did her best to give him a grumpy stare. “Sir?”

“I’m not telling you anything Rose.”

“Not a question sir.” She moved one leg off the chair onto the ground. “I thought you might be interested to know, the anticipation is making me a little… wet.”

“Oh, really.” He ran his middle finger up her slit. “Yes you are, very.” He said, as he put his finger in her mouth for her to suck. Which she dutifully did sucking and licking it as if it were a miniature dick. “Stand up Rose, face me.” As she’d been taught the previous week she stood legs apart, her hands in the small of her back. “There’s another rule you ought to know about Rose.” He ran his finger up her slit again this time making a little circle over her clit, and as before having her suck the juices from his finger. “No orgasms for you until we return here tomorrow night.”

“Aw, Alex! She can’t make rules like that for us. You’re…”

He held his hand up to silence her. “She didn’t make that rule hon, I did!”

“Ohhh! Sir!” Her hips instantly became active with little thrusts, pushing her mound toward him. Not that she was thrilled about the prospect of no orgasms for more than a day. No, that wasn’t it, but the complete control he had on her, the taking away of responsibility, the weight lifted from her shoulders, the freedom she felt just from his control. And, he had called her ‘hon’. That one little word, that simple affectionate word, it had gone straight to her hips and her heart. At that moment he could ask anything of her, she would take Jean’s place if he wanted. 

“Fortunately Rose, it’s not a rule that applies to me.” He pointed at his crotch, “Make busy with your mouth, slow and sexy.” He managed to ignore her watery eyes and her obvious desire for contact, for physical release. Had he pushed too far, taken too much.

Instantly she was on her knees between his legs eagerly opening his trousers, releasing his cock, taking the head into her mouth, sucking and rubbing her tongue over it. She paused. “Sir?”

“Rose?”

“Please could you not tell me when you’re going to cum? I want to learn your rhythms, what’s good for you, and you mustn’t worry about surprising me. Just enjoy.“ She smiled and sank back to her task.

Alex put his wine down, lay back, closed his eyes and enjoyed. She slowly sank her head onto his cock going down an inch withdrawing a half inch,  all the while licking around the shaft, first one way then the other and as her lips reached the base turning her head to keep the sensation flowing into his cock. Sucking as she withdrew slowly inch at a time keeping the pulsing in time with his heart beat. Constantly he was feeling on the brink of cumming only for her to slow and withdraw a little, she knew the danger point, the tight entry to her throat, everytime she pushed past that point she slowed and gently pushed her head down letting him go deeper without over stimulating him. After what seemed an age he just wanted to cum so much he took hold of her head and rhythmically fucked her throat. Even then with his cum pulsing into her throat she didn’t let him stop, wrapping her arms around his waist she held him in her mouth until the pulsing slowed and she withdrew far enough to take a breath then re-engaged him until he softened. Even then she held him, breathing when she needed but otherwise keeping her lips firmly round the base of his cock. Even as his cock shrank.

Even when he tried to extricate himself. “Rose, let me go, thank you, really you can let me go now though.”

She gently shook her head and made herself comfortable humming quietly as a contented cat purrs.

He tried again. “C’mon Rose, let me go.”

Again she refused, but she did, with one hand, mime ‘drink your wine’ to him.

He relaxed, sitting back sipping at his wine enjoying the feeling of his cock still embedded in Rose’s warm mouth. Enjoying the view of her hair spread across his hips.

On finishing his wine he tried a different tack. “Rose, I have to go pee, You’ll have to let me up.”

This just met with a thumbs up and a finger pointed to her mouth then down to her tummy, and her tongue playing with his cock pushing it toward her throat. The realisation of what she was proposing to do brought blood back to his cock. He felt it growing pushing again toward her throat. She responded with head movement coaxing him into her.

When he was back to a full erection again from her working her head and tongue, she paused taking her mouth away just long enough to say “Do it, please.” then immediately thrust his cock back into her throat.

He put his hand on her head. “Slow down, let me concentrate.”

She slowed but kept hold of him with both arms around his waist feeling him relax or push. She soon felt the flow of his piss as it flowed down her throat directly to her stomach. As soon as she felt him tensing pushing the last of his piss into her she resumed her head, vigorous and without mercy driving him to the point of over stimulation then slowing, then speeding again. She didn’t let up even as he came. He had to pull her head away, but she still succeeded in putting him back in her throat one more time and sucking the last he had as she pulled away with a huge smile on her face.

They relaxed, Alex idly stroking Rose’s hair while she rested her head on his hip looking up at him.

“That was a new experience for me, what on earth put that idea in your head?”

“I dunno, it just sort of came to me. Did you like it, was I good?”

“God, yeah, I loved it. Just took me by surprise.”

She looked away to the floor. “I sort of figured, Well, I’m not really a pain slut like Jean, from what you’ve told me I’m just not in her league. So I have to have something to offer, I really don’t want you to abandon me for her.”

“Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, young lady, you’re not in competition with Jean. I certainly don’t want to treat you like that.” He lied to reassure her. In fact he’d had fantasies since he’d first set eyes on her. Of suspending her with just her toes on the ground, and whipping her all over as she spun trying to avoid the whip. Many a tissue had been sacrificed to that particular fantasy. “And don’t forget, tomorrow, we take no part, we’re just watching guests.”

She looked up at him. “Hmm, I bet you’ll be invited to take part, if not tomorrow then another time.”

“You’re missing the point Rose. I’ve no interest in Jean emotionally or physically, I’m not attracted to her.”

“But you would like to whip her though wouldn’t you, and me, I’ve seen your collection of whips remember.”

“It’s different though, like the difference between a partner and a prostitute.”

She instantly sat straight up, indignant. “I am not a prostitute!” She blurted.

“No, no, Rose! You’re the partner, not the prostitute. You’re the one I’m emotionally attached to.”

“Really?”

“Yes! You have nothing to fear from Jean.”

“Okay, Thank you sir.” She put her head back on his hip and kissed his soft cock. “Sir?”

“Mmm, What?”

“When you were a young man, university age, you must have had fit girlfriends, How many times a day would you fuck them?”

He laughed. “When I was your age Rose I had my head in a book, and I was terrified of girls. Still get brain freeze talking to beautiful women.”

“Don’t believe you.” She said matter of factly, then kissed his cock again and sucked it into a better position, more pointing toward her mouth. “You lecture well, and never struggled to talk to me. Does that mean you don’t see me as beautiful?” She continued kissing his cock and sucking at his foreskin.”

“Ah that’s different, I lecture and talk to students from a position of knowledge. I want to educate, to impart that knowledge. And we never talked about anything outside of course work. Rose, are you going to make me hard again?”

“Um, no, I like this, I haven’t ever played with a soft one before. It’s nice.” She gripped his cock in her hand and pulled the foreskin back. “Did you have other slaves before me, I mean students you helped. Have you done this deal before?”

“Nooo! Too risky, very much frowned upon.”

“So why now?” She put the head of his cock in her mouth, sucked then pulled her head away. “Why me?”

“I’m more secure now, I have a little alternative income and a small inheritance, I could survive without the paycheck.” He idly stroked a strand of hair from her face. “Also, I just couldn’t resist the opportunity of getting my dick sucked constantly.”

“I do love giving head.” To prove her point she sank her lips to the base of his cock and shook her head then slowly reversed off. “I really wanted a cock that fit my mouth perfectly, that I could get to know.” She repeated the on, shake, off. “Yours is perfect.”

“Well thank you Rose. You know it’s getting late, big day tomorrow, let's take this to bed.”

“Would you fuck me if I promise not to cum?”

“Nooo Rose, we both know how that would get out of hand. Not to mention you’ve drained me twice tonight already. Nope, we’ve got a big day tomorrow, shower and sleep, come on.”

“Oh, Sir.” Rose sulked, but a stern look from Alex modified her behaviour. 

The following day Rose worked, prompted by Alex taking books from shelves or boxes stored in cupboards, attic or outbuildings. Many of the books were augmented with tiny neat notes in the margins. Lunch was a light salad, at four o'clock they packed the books away and took a short walk. At six they stood in the hallway ready. Alex dressed in chinos and casual shirt. Rose wearing nothing but her house collar, her hair tightly plaited with two whisps hanging loose at her ears.  She’d asked about make up. Alex had chosen red lipstick and Cleopatra-esque eyes. To Alex, she looked stunning. He held her long coat for her to slip her arm into, she turned away gripping the door handle.

“No sir, I was told I’m to be naked. Naked I will be.”

“If you’re sure, let’s go. Oh and by the way.” He put a hand on her shoulder, She half turned, expecting an additional condition or trial to be faced, something he’d kept to the last minute, so she couldn’t back out. ”You look beautiful, thank you. Go.” He gestured toward the door.

She thanked him and walked out into the bitter cold winter darkness.

Despite Alex pre-warming his car, by the time she walked into Jean’s kitchen Rose was shivering uncontrollably. 

“Come on, this way. It’ll be warm downstairs.” He opened the hidden door ushering Rose onto the stairs and, as instructed, pulled the door closed and turned the lock.