Training Sessions - Part 3

Charles runs into Mistress Eden at a bar and they connect in an unexpected manner, though of course there's domme/sub play as well.

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"So, is it weird that we know...what we know about each other?" Charles asked as he stared at the slowly dissipating foam at the top of his beer.

Eric had introduced Charles to the 'therapy' they were both engaged in - the 'therapy' being their training to become submissive men - and they hadn't talked about it since that first day when Charles showed up thinking he was merely taking his friend to the doctor.

"Right, well, I mean, it doesn't have to be weird," Eric said as he too stared at his beer, indicating that despite his words it was, in fact, quite weird that they knew they were both being regularly dominated, humiliated, and ass fucked by the dommes at the therapy center.

It was the first time they'd spoken a word of it to each other and it was going about as well as Charles had imagined. He wanted to pull the band-aid off, though, to talk to someone other than Mistress Eden about his training. Eric might be the wrong choice, but there was only one way to find out.

"So, does your domme fuck you?" Charles asked.

Eric finally looked up from his beer.

"With a strapon, I mean."

"Oh, that. Yeah, she does."

Charles had been to four sessions, and Mistress Eden had fucked him during each session, just as she'd said she would. She'd explained that fucking a straight man was an important part of tamping down - or even destroying - his ego, which - according to Mistress Eden – was the most important element of crafting a good submissive.

Charles couldn't argue with the idea that getting fucked tamped down his ego. It absolutely did, especially since it always happened while he was in bondage, usually to the leather spanking bench that Mistress Eden kept in her room. Being fucked while bound was a good way to make Charles feel completely powerless, and, to make Mistress Eden feel like the one with all the power, which was the ultimate goal of a domme/sub relationship (of course, in a real relationship both parties had power, it was simply that the sub surrendered his to the domme).

"Do you like it?" Charles asked.

Eric looked up and shook his head. "It hurts. It's humiliating. That's the point of it, though, right?"

"I suppose it is, yeah. I mean, Mistress Eden says that it's designed to tamp down my ego and perhaps to destroy it, though she says that some men always retain a certain level of ego that can be problematic if they want to be a true submissive."

Eric sipped his beer, swallowed hard enough that it seemed purposefully dramatic, and said, "I'm not sure that's what I want anymore."

Charles looked at his friend but Eric's gaze was directed downwards. "Really? You're the one that found that place, right? You had to have been fairly certain you wanted to be a sub before you signed up for therapy."

Eric shrugged his shoulders. "I was. Totally certain of it. I've fantasized about it for years. For most of my adult life, in fact. I'm starting to think that it might be better as a fantasy, or that it was never anything more than a fantasy. Mistress Katja says that it's actually pretty common for guys that come for therapy, that they realize that there's a huge difference between fun fantasy play and the real thing because the real thing involves a lot of sacrifice, a lot of suffering - depending on how you define suffering - and that most guys just want to cum."

"And you think you might be one of the guys that just wants to cum?" Charles asked.

Eric looked at him and nodded. Charles couldn't quite read his friend's facial expression, but he thought he detected both regret and embarrassment. "Mistress Katja doesn't let me cum. I did the first session, but during the second session I begged for an orgasm and she locked me in a chastity cage that I haven't come out of since. I actually bought a vibrator to try and masturbate with it - I'd read that it was possible to cum in chastity while using a vibrator - but it hasn't worked and I've been miserable, Charles. Utterly miserable. I'm in submission to Mistress Katja, but I'm not enjoying it at all."

Charles was not permitted to cum during the week, but Mistress Eden permitted him an orgasm during each session. She always made him eat his cum, but she did let him cum.

"Are you enjoying it?" Eric asked.

Charles was a little wary of admitting how much he was enjoying his training - so much of it was humiliating, after all - but he nodded. "I am, actually. I haven't been put in chastity, but I'm not allowed to cum during the week. I've given her control of my orgasms but I like it. There's something so nice about the smile on her face when I tell her that I didn't cum that week, and she almost always rewards me in some way."

"Really? How?"

"Verbal praise. A soft kiss. Running her hands over my body in a relaxing kind of way. A handjob in her latex gloves - though it's just a teasing handjob - and more stuff like that. Sometimes she lets me worship her pussy or her ass as a reward, too, and I've really come to think of it as a deeply rewarding thing, which I guess is another sign that you were right to bring me there, to assume that I was into the same kind of thing you were."

Eric laughed. "I just wasn't right about me."

"Yeah, but now you've learned something about yourself, right? You don't want to be with a dominant woman. You want to be with a kinky woman that will indulge in your sub fantasies from time to time. Or, maybe you just want to have the kind of life where you pay a dominatrix to fulfill your fantasies every now and then and keep it entirely separate from your future married life."

Charles sipped his beer as his friend studied him from across the table.

"Will you go the full six months?" Eric asked.

He was referring to the term of the therapy agreement. Charles wasn't sure if six months was the time needed to train a true submissive man or if it was simply the best way for Mistress Eden and her dominant coworkers to make money, but he'd signed up for it and he was going to finish it.

"I am. How about you?"

"I'm thinking about bailing. The cancellation fee is enormous, but it's cheaper than going the full six months and I feel like if I'm not really enjoying it after a month I'm not sure why I'd enjoy it after six months."

"Fair."

"Is it weird that I'm a little jealous of you?" Eric asked.

"Jealous?"

He leaned back and grabbed his beer, though it remained on the table, almost as if he was holding the condensation-laden glass for comfort. "You found your thing. The thing that brings you...if not happiness, than at least a serious sense of satisfaction. That's really hard to do. I thought I'd found it, but it turns out that all I found was that I have a sub kink. That's not my thing. That's just the way I cum."

"Well, given that, I guess it's not weird that you're jealous."

Charles was about to say something else when he heard a familiar voice. He turned to see a strikingly beautiful brunette woman in a pair of jeans, knee high leather boots, and a black satin camisole. It took a few moments for Charles to recognize that it was Mistress Eden sitting at a four top table with three equally beautiful friends.

"Who's that?" Eric asked.

Charles stared for a few seconds longer and then turned back to his friend and slid a little further into their booth. "It's Mistress Eden."

"No shit. I've never seen Mistress Katja or anyone from therapy out in the world. I was half convinced they never leave the building." Eric glanced towards the table of four women and looked back at Charles. "She doesn't look anywhere near as dominant when she's not playing the part, does she?"

Charles nodded, but of course she didn't. She probably wasn't even dominant outside of work. She'd just picked a profession that suited her and that paid exceptionally well. Otherwise she was probably just a normal woman.

Charles was not having a normal reaction to seeing her, though. In fact, he felt all the signs of arousal. He'd gotten a little lightheaded. His pulse had quickened in an instant. His loins tingled. He felt a little hot. It was a little more difficult to collect his thoughts and try to turn them into a coherent sentence. He was also grappling with a desire to approach Mistress Eden, drop to his knees, and kiss her feet in front of everyone in the bar. Only a madman would do that, of course, so he remained at their booth.

"Are you okay?" Eric asked.

Charles nodded.

His friend smiled at him. "You weren't kidding, were you? This really is your thing. You're sitting over there feeling all the good stuff, aren't you?"

"I am. Is that weird?"

Eric raised his glass. "Other people might think so, Charles, but I do not. I think it's fucking amazing and I expect a place of honor at your eventual wedding to the dominant woman of your dreams."

Charles laughed, clinked his glass against his friend's, and took a long sip. Some of the nerves he'd felt at first seeing Mistress Eden had faded and his pulse had slowed to something closer to a normal rate.

"I gotta piss," Eric said. "Be right back."

He slid out of the booth and made his way through the now-crowded bar. Eric raised his hands in frustration and Charles noted a fairly sizable line of guys waiting for the bathroom. It was a Friday night, though, so of course the bar was crowded.

Charles looked towards Mistress Eden's table and noticed that her chair was empty. He searched and found her leaning against the bar and looking right at him. She acknowledged him with a smile and he raised his hand to wave. Her smile got a bit bigger and after what looked like a few moments of consideration she gestured for him to join her at the bar.

Charles finished his beer, slid out of the booth, and walked tentatively across the bar. He passed the table of Mistress Eden's friends and noted two of them sizing him up as he passed by. He wondered if they knew what she did for a living or if she kept her profession a secret, and if it was a secret, what did she tell her friends she did?

"Hello, Charles," she said as he approached.

"Hello...uh..." he was going to call her Mistress Eden, but that seemed inappropriate outside of the therapy.

"You can call me April," she said before leaning in and lowering her voice to add, "Mistress Eden is a stage name, of sorts."

"Oh, well, it's nice to meet you, in a way, April."

She laughed softly and leaned back, leaving her scent behind, which Charles inhaled, though he tried his best not to be obvious about it.

"Am I correct in thinking that you were nervous when you first saw me, Charles?" she asked.

He nodded. "I think so. Maybe nervous isn't the right word, though. I just felt a lot of things when I saw you."

Her drink arrived - a cocktail in a tumbler - and she took a sip. "Share some of the things you felt."

"Of course. Excitement. Arousal. An increased pulse rate. A touch of fear, though I'm not sure why. I had brief flashes of memories from our sessions."

"Tell me one of them."

Her smile was wondrous and Charles couldn't resist doing as she instructed. "I thought of how you'd...how you'd stroked me while wearing latex gloves."

She leaned closer again and this time he could smell the alcohol on her breath. It must have been a remarkably strong drink. "You enjoyed it when I held your cock in my hand, didn't you?"

He nodded, unable to utter a single word as his pulse had one again spiked, this time accompanied by a distinct sense of growth between his legs.

"Did you enjoy it when I spanked you after I stroked you, Charles?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because it was painful."

She smiled, sipped her drink slowly, and set the glass on the shiny bar top. "And if I told you that it made me wet to spank you?"

Charles found himself at a loss for words.

"First thought, Charles. Don't overthink it. Just answer me."

"I wouldn't have enjoyed the pain, but I would have enjoyed knowing that spanking me turned you on."

"Is that true, Charles, or are you just telling me what you think I want to hear?"

"It's true. It is. I think I'm...I think I'm a submissive."

She leaned in. He inhaled. The scent of her perfume and the alcohol mixed in his nostrils. He was utterly enchanted.

"I know you're a submissive, Charles. You still have a lot to learn, but you're a natural. You might not have known it, but you are. That's why you're my favorite client."

"Really?" He wanted nothing more than for that to be true, for him to have some measure of importance in Mistress Eden's life.

She nodded. "I enjoy my work. I do. All of it. Even with men that think I exist purely to make them cum. I find the most enjoyment out of working with men like you, though."

Charles thought of Eric and smiled - perhaps uncharitably - at the idea that he was a better client than his friend. He told himself he was too caught up in his desire to be pleasing to the beautiful woman standing next to him. He couldn't help it, though. No amount of self-coaching could lure him from the state of submission he found himself in.

"Are you here looking to get lucky?" she asked.

"No. I came here with Eric, actually. The guy that brought me to you in the first place. We haven't really talked about any of it so we came out for a beer to loosen us up a little." She smiled at him and then sipped her drink. "Can I ask a question?"

"You can ask, though there's no guarantee I'll answer it."

"Do you friends know what you do?"

She smiled. "They know I'm a therapist. I used to do a more conventional form of therapy, actually, so it's not a cover story. I just never told them that I shifted the kind of therapy I do. I love them, but they're not ready to know that side of me. They might never be, but that's okay. I'm friends with most of the women at work, so it's not like I have to bottle up that part of me."

She was so open and honest and likable and Charles couldn't help but relax as they talked.

"Do you have a date lined up for this weekend?" she asked.

He shook his head. He was supposed to have done so - and he'd tried - but Charles found it difficult to communicate via dating apps and even more difficult to communicate that he wanted to be with a woman that preferred to be in charge. Either that or he simply lacked the courage to make it clear that he was a submissive man. It was probably the latter, in fact.

Mistress Eden looked disappointed. "You know I'll have to punish you, right? You're supposed to go on at least one date a week, and if you really want to make me happy you need to be going out more than once. How are you supposed to perfect the art of submission if you don't do it in real life, Charles?"

"It's hard," he said.

Now she looked a little bit angry. "No it's not. That's just an excuse people use when they're faced with stepping outside their comfort zone. It's not hard. You're just afraid of doing something new, of potentially embarrassing yourself. But that's literally the worst that could happen, Charles. You could be a little bit embarrassed. Would that really be so bad?"

"You wouldn't think so, but obviously something is holding me back."

A tall, square-jawed man in a Henley top and jeans walked up to the bar and settled next to Mistress Eden. He glanced at Charles and then flashed a charming smile at the woman he was clearly interested in.

"Hey there. Can I buy you a drink?" he asked.

Mistress Eden held up her drink and said nothing.

"Can I buy you another?"

She studied him for a moment and said, "You know I was talking to the man standing next to me, right? Surely you looked over here long enough to know that I was in a conversation with him and that I was displaying clear signs of being interested in that conversation?"

The guy looked dumbfounded.

"Given that, what would have possessed you come over here? Do you think you're so good looking and charming that I would abandon the man I was talking to because I just had to have a drink with you? Or is your ego so fucking fragile that it demands you spend your entire night trying to defeat those you view as lesser men?"

Now the guy looked embarrassed and a little angry. It seemed for a moment like he was going to say something, but instead he backed away from the bar and returned to wherever he'd come from.

"I fucking hate men like that," Mistress Eden said while staring straight ahead at the bottles that lined the wall behind the bar. "That fake confidence that's really just overwhelming insecurity that makes him behave like he's some sort of fucking pack animal that has to defeat all the men around him to announce himself the alpha. Men like that are at best useful for sex, but even then they're almost always more selfish in bed than you might think, leading to a truly underwhelming experience."

Charles was certain he was witnessing Mistress Eden expel the frustrations generated by a past trauma - or a series of bad experiences at the very least - and he felt a little closer to her. He also felt as though he better understood her choice of profession.

"Would it make you feel good to punish me right now?" he asked.

Her eyebrows shot up as she lifted her glass to her lips. She studied his face while sipping and swallowing her drink. Then her lips curled into a smile. "What an interesting proposition."

Charles knew better than to say anything, so he remained silent as she thought over his proposition.

"You do deserve a punishment for not lining up a date this week."

"You could also just punish me to help exorcise the frustration you're feeling."

"You noticed that?" she asked.

"I'm pretty sure everyone in the bar noticed that."

She laughed, and loudly. Charles felt a little twinge of joy at having been responsible for the laughter.

"Yes, I will punish you," she said.

Mistress Eden finished her drink and they left the bar. Charles caught the guy she'd humiliated glaring at him, but he remained with his two friends, perhaps because his ego had been so thoroughly damaged that he lacked the energy for a fight.

They walked through the parking lot at a good clip until they were at the far edge and standing between a white Escalade with tinted windows and a minivan, which struck Charles as out of place at a bar filled with people under thirty.

"Take your belt off," she demanded.

Charles did as instructed and handed Mistress Eden the belt. She instructed him to turn around and place his hands against the Escalade. He did so and a moment later the punishment began.

It was simple, straightforward, and painful. Massively painful. More painful than anything he'd experienced at the therapy center. Charles counted off each strike of the belt and when he reached twenty his legs trembled from the pain and he was on the verge of what felt like an emotional breakdown. Pain has a way of doing that to a person, though.

"Turn around and get on your knees," Mistress Eden instructed.

Charles wanted to take a moment to rub his ass and let the pain fade, but he did as he'd been told.

Mistress Eden approached, grabbed a handful of his hair, and pursed her lips like she was gathering her spit. Charles opened his mouth without hesitation and soon after he received her fluids as she bent over and spit them into his mouth. The faint taste of alcohol was more pleasant than he'd imagined it would be and he enjoyed that Mistress Eden's eyes were lit up with desire.

"I'm going to use your mouth now," she said. "You will keep your hands behind your back. You will keep quiet. You will let me fuck your face until I've had my fill."

"Yes, mistress," he said.

She smiled and unzipped her pants, dropping them to her knees. She moved her panties aside, stepped closer, and pulled his mouth to her pussy.

True to her word, Mistress Eden fucked his face. It wasn't like a man would have done - she didn't have a cock - but his tongue did very little. Instead, she used his mouth like a sex toy, rubbing her pussy over it to generate the friction required to produce an orgasm. She was rough, too, caring very little for his well-being, which was precisely as it should have been. Charles was, in that moment, her submissive. He existed for her pleasure and if this was how she chose to cum then it was how he wanted her to cum.

She used him to cum twice in quick succession and then stepped back, pulled her pants back up, and leaned against the minivan. Charles felt her wetness all over his face. Her pubic hair had rubbed his skin raw, too, and it felt exceedingly sensitive. His body hummed with desire, though, and his cock was hard, which delighted him.

"Stand up," she said.

Charles stood and kept his hands behind his back. Mistress Eden smiled, pushed away from the minivan, and surprised him with a kiss. A slow, deep kiss. He was further surprised when she stroked him through his jeans, teasing his cock into a state of even deeper arousal.

After the kiss, Mistress Eden reached into her back pocket and pulled out a key fob. The doors to the Escalade unlocked and she said, "Get in."

He climbed into the backseat and she followed. She locked the doors, smiled, and leaned back as he sat on the other side of the car.

"Take your pants off," she said.

Charles did as instructed.

"Pull out your cock. Keep your underwear on, though."

He did so while tamping down his desire to jerk off.

"You surprised me by offering yourself for punishment," she said. "I'd like you to tell me why you offered that."

He looked away.

"Look at me, Charles."

He turned his gaze back to her face. "Sorry. When you were talking about guys like the one that came up to hit on you...it struck me that you were...that you were feeling something that wasn't really related to the guy. Something painful that you've probably worked through but that still haunts you from time to time. Everyone finds a way of dealing with the shit that life throws them, and it seems to me that your way is through domination, so I offered myself because I wanted to help you deal with the bad stuff that guy brought up."

Her face softened and for a moment her eyes were glassy in that pre-tears kind of way. Mistress Eden managed to control her emotion, though, and then she took a deep breath and moved closer to Charles. Her fingers encircled his cock and she stroked him slowly.

"I'm going to make you cum," she said softly. "You're going to eat your cum afterwards, but your orgasm will be purer than it is during a session. There will be no pain or humiliation. Only pleasure."

Mistress Eden released his cock and lifted her camisole to reveal her breasts. They were clearly perky enough that a bra was unnecessary and she was bold enough to go out absent support.

"I'd like to kiss you as I stroke your cock. You're welcome to play with my tits, as well."

It seemed clear that Charles had been correct - or at least in the neighborhood - in his assumption that Mistress Eden needed to relieve stress caused by an old wound and that spanking him had helped her immensely. She was, after all, offering him a reward. A considerable reward, too, as a handjob while making out with her was a level of intimacy they hadn't approached during a session. In fact, it was probably a level of intimacy they shouldn't be approaching. Charles couldn't turn it down, though.

He leaned in to kiss her and cupped one of her breasts with his hand. It was warm and soft and utterly perfectly and she moaned into his mouth while her fingers found his cock once more.

Her hand felt wondrous, especially since he'd leaked enough precum to lube his cock thoroughly.

"That feels so good," he said softly.

She smiled. "You deserve to feel good."

She kissed him. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and his hand moved to her other breast. She moaned once more. He marveled at the simple pleasure of making out with a beautiful woman in the back of her car and he marveled further at the fact that the woman stroking him so slowly and skillfully had fucked him with a strapon on several occasions.

All of it was thrilling, which was why Charles's orgasm arrived rather quickly. Pleasure engulfed him as he grunted and groaned while Mistress Eden shifted her hand to catch as much of his cum as she could. She kept on kissing him, too, shifting her lips to his neck and offering up a series of beautiful moans.

Charles's chest heaved as he leaned back when the last of his cum had poured forth from his cock. His eyes were closed and he could feel the giddy smile on his face.

"Open up," Mistress Eden said softly.

He opened his eyes and mouth at the same time. He saw her smiling as she lifted her hand to his lips and tilted it towards the car's roof. Hot cum poured into his mouth and Charles then extended his tongue to lick up what hadn't spilled from her palm.

"Swallow."

He swallowed every drop and she kissed him on the cheek and then leaned into the front seat and returned with a handful of tissues. She gave him half and Charles cleaned his cock before tucking it back into his boxers and pulling up his pants.

"Thank you for that," he said. "It was amazing in every way."

Her smile seemed genuine. "Thank you for tonight, Charles. You were kinder than you probably understand, and you proved yourself a good submissive, which makes me happy. My training is working."

"It is, and I look forward to our next session."

She kissed him on the cheek once more. "I have to warn you that this - what happened tonight - won't be a regular thing for us. It's not strictly against the rules, but it's unprofessional and I won't be making a habit of it. Okay?"

"Yes, mistress," he replied with a smile.

They got out of the car, checked each other over for errant cum, and then headed back to the bar where she joined her friends and Charles sat across from Eric, who had a bewildered smile on his face.

They ordered another round of beers and settled into talking about their lives outside of their submissive training, all while Charles tried his best to deny the fact that he seemed to be developing feelings - of a sort - for his mistress.