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French Lessons


One summer, when I was in college, my parents sent me to France for four
months to learn French from a private tutor.  I shared an apartment with
my tutor on the edge of the Latin Quarter in Paris.  My tutor's name was
Allison.  She was petite, had long straight blond hair, and had a very
pretty face.  If it wasn't for the fact that she was so soft-spoken
and meek I would have found her extremely attractive.  Actually, I had
grown to despise her.  Every morning she woke me up at 6 o'clock.  By
seven she would begin my grueling French lessons which lasted until 6 pm
with only 15 minutes break for lunch.  Like any "good" language teacher,
she spoke only in French, even when I was getting confused and frustrated.
After two months I had learned that by playing sick each morning I could
get her to leave me alone in bed and skip all of the French shit.  She
couldn't make me like French and there was nothing that she could do about
it if I refused to get out of bed.  I had decided, at that point, to
spend my last few weeks in Paris doing what I wanted to do, and not waste
my time with French lessons.  Allison was getting very upset with me, but
that was too bad for her.

One morning I woke up to the summer sun shining through my bedroom window.
The ceiling and all of the walls in my room were bare white plaster which
made the light seem even brighter.  The floors were nothing but bare hardwood
which was very uncomfortable to sit down on (I never figured out why these
French people couldn't put carpets in).  I was lying in bed peacefully
staring out the window when I suddenly heard the door open.  I knew it was
Allison so I pretended to still be asleep.  As I lay quietly in bed, I heard
Allison walking across the floor towards me.  I could hear the sound of her
hard heels hitting against the wooden floor with each step.  This was
unusual because Allison never wore high heels.

The sound of her footsteps stopped when she got to the edge of my bed.
I pretended to still be asleep and I waited for her to make the next move.
I lay still for what seemed like only 10 seconds.  Then I heard Allison
take one step back and turn slightly, followed by the sound of something
swinging through the air.  A fraction of a second later I heard the crack of
a whip and an overwhelming sharp pain shot through my body.  I leapt up in
bed and, to my shock, saw Allison standing over me preparing to strike
another blow with her whip.  She put all of her strength into it.  She
reached way back and, with all of her strength, propelled the long black
whip over her head and struck the bed with a sharp crack, tearing the
sheets apart.  I sat there quivering and looking at her with both awe and
deadly fear.  Her petite body was tightly encased in a short black leather
jacket that was tied tight around her waist with a leather belt.  Her long
angelic blond hair hung down over her black jacket.  Her long shapely
legs were squeezed into a pair of soft, tight, shiny black leather pants
which clung to her like skin.  She was wearing soft black gloves that
were precisely fit to her petit hands.  It was in one of her gloved
hands that she held that long thin leather whip with which she had beaten
me only moments before.

She stood at the edge of my bed, her gorgeous leather-clad body preventing
my escape.  She looked at me with a smirk of enormous self-confidence and
power which made me both fear her and, at the same time, lust for her
body.  I knew immediately that, from now on, I was completely at the mercy
of this blond-haired goddess.  Every move that I was to make from now on
would only be done with her permission, lest I receive the disciplinary
sting of her long whip and the burn of her rage.  She took three steps
backward away from the bed.  The sound of her hard wooden heels impacting
with the rigid wooden floor further reminded me of her overpowering
desire to watch me submit to her strength.  Four feet back from the bed
she again cracked her whip against the floor and pointed defiantly down
towards her feet.  I understood her command immediately.  I quickly
jumped down onto the cold wooden floor and kneeled subserviently below
her beautiful leather-sealed legs.  Never before had I ever desired to
hold a woman's legs and kiss her pussy as much as I did at that moment.
She was wearing magnificent tall black leather boots that shined brilliantly
in the morning light and smelled of freshly-polished leather.  Her
luscious boots had tall thin black heels that came to a fierce point against
the floor.  I kneeled at the foot of her powerful-looking boots and glanced
slowly up her leather-covered legs.

She looked down at me with a look of dissatisfaction.  "I haven't been
pleased with your progress in French.  Today, we're going to change all
of that," she said with a sultry French accent.  "You're going to obey
my commands and listen to my directions with absolute perfection.
Aren't you?"

"Yes", I replied softly.  My response was not to her satisfaction.  She
quickly replied with a fast kick of her hard-tipped boots right into
my ribs.  I saw the anger on her beautiful face and began to tremble with
fear.  "You will address me as 'Mistress Allison' in every sentence.  Do
you understand, slave?"

"Yes, I understand, Mistress Allison", I replied louder.

"I want to see that you understand that you are my devoted slave", she
said forcefully. "You have no power against me.  I can easily beat you
with my whip or kick you with my beautiful boots if I desire to.  Do
you understand, slave?"

"Yes, I understand, Mistress Allison", I said.

"Good, now begin licking my boots.  I want my boots licked", she snapped.

I laid face down on the hard wood floor and nuzzled my face down in
between the soft black leather of her magnificent boots.  I began licking
the buttery-soft leather around her feet and ankles and, ever so slowly,
began licking and kissing my way up towards to top of her huge boots.
I felt growing anticipation as I worked my way higher and higher up the
boots.  I could feel how tightly the soft leather pants and strong boots
fit around her shapely legs.  Just as I was licking the top rim of her
boots she forced the long hard heel of one of her boots against my
shoulder and, with one strong kick, sent me rolling backwards onto my
back.  I started to sit up but Allison quickly countered back with all
of her weight coming forcefully down on my chest through her tall,
powerful boots.  I tried to squirm out from under her high-heeled foot,
but she quickly struck me on the side of my leg with three repeated
whippings.

Bruised and aching with pain, I gave up fighting my leather-clad master
and decided to submit to her whip and boot-protected desire to dominate
me.  As I lay on the ground, naked, and looked up along her leather-covered
body towards her angelic face, I sensed the strength of her will and
I was overcome with the reality that she would never allow me the
chance to move or think without her permission.  It was from this strict
master-servant relationship that Allison seemed to fuel her own
lust.  She would accept nothing less than absolute subservience from
any man before she would allow herself to be in the vulnerable position
of allowing someone to sexually possess her.  Her boots and whip, along
with her sensual, feminine beauty, were her tools to extract subservience
from the person of her choice.  Her tight leather was not only her shield
to protect herself from a careless whipping, but also a complement to
her fiery sensuality.

I lay on the hard wood floor, completely incapable of moving, for what
seemed like half an hour.  Whenever I tried to squirm away I received
more repeated lashes from my mistress against my legs.  Whenever I
tried to speak or ask for mercy, Allison would jab her sharp heel into
my chest, force me back against the floor, and smile at me with a
smug, self-confident look.

"Tell me exactly how you feel about me, now, slave", she growled.

I told her that I wanted to be her ideal slave.  I would never disobey
her or give her anything less than flawless servitude.  I would only
love her as she wanted me to love her.  If she wanted me to never
look at her beautiful body or touch her soft leather, I would obey
without hesitation.  I told her that I understood how she could
easily discipline me with her kicking and whippings and reduce me
to a groveling vegetable.  She found my discipline to be acceptable
to her.  She lifted her boot off of my chest and allowed me to sit
up.  She then took a spiked dog collar and fitted it around my neck.
The collar was attached to a leash which she held in her gloved
hand as I began to crawl around the room behind her.  The sight of
her lovely ass and long thin legs in tight leather strutting across
the floor further excited me.  I felt like a domesticated animal
following my master around the room under the control of her leash.

"You are my slave," she began reciting rhetorically.  "You're trapped
by your own desire to fuck me and possess me, so you want to please
me.  You probably want to grab me and overpower me, but you know
quite well how I can hurt you, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress Allison," I replied.  She was not pleased with me so
she pulled hard on my leash which hurt my neck and quickly snapped
me out of the trance-like state I was starting to fall into.  "Yes,
Mistress Allison, I know how you can hurt me," I replied per her
earlier instructions.

"If you even fall short of correctly obeying my orders I can beat
you with my whip, choke you with this leash, or pound you under my
beautiful boots.  I'm both completely protected from you and, at the
same time, capable of destroying you with pain."  She walked over to
me and stood over me with her legs firmly planted inches from my hands
which were flat on the floor.  "You no longer have any will of your own.
You can no longer think for yourself.  You only exist to obey me.  I
will do your thinking and desiring.  Your job is to satisfy my wants and
needs only, not your own."

I had absolutely no desire to disobey her.  But I did want to fuck her
brains out.

She lead me across the room, still tightly leashed to her leather-covered
body, and ordered me to sit on a hard-wood chair that was sitting in the
middle of the room.  It was a pleasure to be allowed to stand up since
my blond-haired dominatrice had prevented me from standing up for the
past hour.  As I stood up Allison became fearful of losing her dominance
by the fact that I was over a foot taller than she.  I sensed the
apprehension in her face and she began to step back and prepare
to recoil her leather whip should she feel that I was going to try
to hurt her.  The sight of her whip ready to hit me made me begin
to shake, but it also aroused me further.  I sat down on the chair
and Allison then handcuffed my hands together behind the chair.  She
had looped the cuff through part of the chair so that I could never
escape.  She began to walk around and around me as she tied my feet,
arms and waist to the chair with rope.  As she walked around me she
made a point of rubbing her butter-soft leathers against my bare
skin.  She continually rubbed her tight leather pants against my legs.
I became aroused to the point of ecstasy when she tied a bandanna over
my eyes so that I couldn't see a thing and then left the room.

Ten minutes later she returned.  From the sound of her boot heels hitting
the wooden floor, I could tell that she must have changed out of her
beautiful boots.  The sound had become harder and heavier.  She walked up
to me and removed the blindfold.  She was still wearing her leather
jacket and gloves, but she was no longer wearing her leather pants.
The only thing on her legs were a pair of magnificent big, black leather
boots that rose up well over her knees and half way up her thighs.
I was still tied to chair, so she sat down on my lap facing me with
her booted legs spread apart.  She then slid her pussy up against my
cock and we slowly fucked.

After it was over, Allison untied me and left me alone.  From that day
on, I became the most attentive French student that she ever had.
Each day my lessons were conducted as I had my ankles tied to the legs
of the chair so that I couldn't run away should she have decided to
discipline me.  To remind me of her capability to hurt me, Allison
kept her leather whip lying on the top of the desk all day in plain
sight.