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RP or REV? Thanks to Mike Ink's excellent work, this post of
the Good Wife University (GWU) story contains far fewer annoying
errors than the first post in early 1999. Since the story is
the same, I chose to call this a repost even though Mike found
and corrected lots of errors.
The original posting of GWU was interrupted when Eli's a.s.s.m.
went down. The final chapters were posted only to a.s.s. This
is the first post of the complete Good Wife University (GWU)
story to a.s.s.m., a prelude to the first part of the GWU Alumni
stories. In addition, a 'Prologue & Table of Contents' with a
list of all the GWU characters will be added to this post.
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Good Wife University (GWU)
bi bobbi jo
Chapter Twenty-six
BDSM 301
"Welcome back," Clarice smiled as the women assembled on the
sofas in the married students' room Tuesday morning after
breakfast. "I hope you had a good time but now it's back to
work. If you thought your first six weeks were wild, wait until
you see what we have in store for you for the last six. You were
introduced to most of this bit by bit as underclassmen. You've
all done well and mastered the basics so now it's time to move on
to more advanced studies. Who can tell me what the initials B D
S M stand for?"
When no one answered, Clarice asked, "Do you really not know or
are you just afraid to speak up? I hope it's not the latter. By
now, you should know how important it is to be honest and
forthcoming with your feelings. It's especially important as we
study and then practice advanced sexual techniques and, as usual,
it all starts with communication. So, once again, what's B and
D?"
"Bondage and... discipline?" Wendy offered bashfully.
"Right. That's a start. So what do the other letters stand for?
Anybody else?"
"S and M stands for sadism and masochism," Laura stated.
"Good. And?" Clarice prompted. "How about D and S?" When no
one answered, she began a lecture. "You got BD as bondage and
discipline. DS is dominance and submission, basically slave
games, although some people make it a lifestyle. SM is sadism
and masochism. Throw spanking in there with the S, too."
"All of these are intermixed," Clarice went on. "And there are
some aspects to all of them in most relationships. Have any of
you ever complained that your boss treats you like a slave?
Well, there's an aspect of dominance and submission. But that
relationship isn't supposed to be sexual, is it? I looked over
your reading lists and book reports so most of you have read at
least a few stories about sexual dominance, being blackmailed
into sex by a boss. Did anyone find them arousing?"
"I sure did," Kaitlyn admitted.
"So you've read about it," Clarice grinned. "And, more
importantly, you've experienced it. So, remembering how
important it is to be honest, is anyone willing to admit being
sexually aroused by any of what you've experienced here?"
There was a pause while the students squirmed uncomfortably in
their seats. Darlene was about to speak up when they all heard
from the doorway, "The spanking turned me on."
"Kim!" the whole class cried out at once, jumping up to hug her
and bring her back into the group. They soon settled down and
Clarice encouraged her to give a summary of what she had been
through.
"I hate to break this up," Clarice finally said, "But we have a
schedule to keep and it's already shot to hell. Today's a little
less flexible than most days, so let's go get our midmorning
snack and get back to work."
They grabbed fruit and cold sodas from the kitchen, then Clarice
led them down to the school's fully equipped basement dungeon.
The dungeon took up half the basement. The entry door was made
of rough wooden planks with massive wrought iron hinges and metal
studs that made it look like it belonged in a medieval castle.
Inside the dungeon were so many furnishings and implements that
the class was dumfounded.
"This is our most popular play room," Clarice told everyone as
she sat down on a short milking stool. "And you're welcome to
come down and play. So, Kim, you said that spanking turns you
on. In what way?"
"I really don't know," she answered, blushing only a little.
"But when my bottom's stinging, like right after I get spanked, I
could just... well, fuck. It gets my juices flowing. I get all
wet and ready." She shrugged. "It's hard to explain."
"And feelings are just feelings," Clarice pronounced. "If _you_
feel turned on, so what if someone else doesn't? All right, now.
Will anyone else admit being turned on by what's happened during
your first six weeks?"
"I will," Darlene spoke up, laughing. "There's darn little that
hasn't turned me on. Must be testosterone."
"Probably," Clarice grinned back. "How about you, Katy?"
"Just being naked," Katy replied. "None of the other stuff."
"You didn't feel turned on by your massage that first Tuesday?"
"Well, yeah, but..."
"That was DS, being told you would have to remain silent and
endure it and that you'd be bound and gagged if you disobeyed.
Was it _just_ the massage that turned you on, or did the whole
scene do it for you?"
"Pretty much just the massage," Katy answered. "I was scared,
too, and that might have added to it."
Clarice polled the rest of the students, ending with Maria. Only
Jennifer readily admitted being turned on by the 'kinky' things.
But Clarice requestioned Maria, reminding her to be completely
honest with herself. "So being helpless didn't turn you on?" she
asked again.
"Oh, Jesus and Mary and Joseph, help me," Maria sobbed out. "I..
I can't come if... unless somebody makes me. I can't. I played
with myself when nobody was looking and I can't come, but when
Tina was there with a whip and said she was going to whip me if I
didn't come, I could. And then I found out if I imagine I have
to come, that I can come by myself. It... that book, Beauty.
I..."
"Easy, easy, easy," Clarice chanted softly, hugging the Latino
girl. "There, there, there, little one. There's even a name for
what you suffer: Catholic guilt. <http://www.catholicguilt.com>
And, now that you recognize it, you have two choices. You can
either get kinky and experience some amazing orgasms or you can
spend thousands of dollars on psychologists and psychiatrists and
not have amazing orgasms."
Clarice continued to hold Maria as she continued, "There are a
lot of BDSM rules. You've already heard them for sex in general
-- safe, sane, and consensual. Each of you consented to physical
restraint and corporal punishment as part of our program when you
applied for admittance, so that part's pretty much taken care of
for our classes. My job is to teach safe and sane."
"Our BDSM activities are both very structured and very flexible,"
she went on. "They're structured as far as time and sequence,
but the actual activities are varied. You'll all get a chance to
be top and bottom in our scenarios. So what's a scenario?"
That discussion lasted for more than an hour. For their
homework, they had to read from a web site using the computers,
<http://ftp.u.washington.edu/sfpse/bdsm> at least the frequently
asked questions (FAQ) and the article on negotiation.
"And negotiation is nothing more than good communication,"
Clarice told them. "You don't have to be kinky to negotiate sex.
Take anal sex. Some people think it's kinky. Some of you enjoy
it. All of you can tolerate it physically. But is it going to
be a part of your sexual repertoire with your husband? How
often? What position? And what about turning things around?
Would he like you to finger his bottom hole? Or fuck him with a
strap on dildo? Would you like to give him tit for tat?"
A couple of the students groaned over the pun. Clarice laughed,
too. "Our sequence for this afternoon is this. We'll come back
down here right after dinner and play for a little while. Yes,
guys, this is play. Then you'll each dominate a freshman.
Remember your second day? Your massage? OK, let's get our
workout out of the way and then get dinner. I'll see you back
here about one."
After their workout, they had almost two hours of free time,
during which Kim was everyone's concern. "Are you sure you're
all right, hon?" Laura asked Kim.
"Yes," she answered. "Reasonably OK. I have to take stool
softeners and put in suppositories for a few weeks until I heal
up inside."
"I believe it," Wendy injected. "I remember our anal classes."
"The anus and rectum produce no lubrication," Debbie said in a
comical imitation of Lucy's voice. "So use of 'copious amounts
of lubricating jell' is mandatory for comfort."
"I can't imagine how much that must have hurt," Darlene said.
"The bad part is," Kim told them, "I was really getting to like
anal sex even with fingers and dildos and butt plugs and stuff.
And I liked, well, I can't really say I _like_ spankings but they
got me going and... Geez, to... For Roger to... Did I tell you
that Red says I can get my marriage annulled? Since Roger Hoyte
doesn't exist and he... I don't remember all the legal terms,
but since he lied about who he was and his background and
everything, I won't be divorced a fourth time. It will be like I
was never married."
"That's good," Kaitlyn said. "I heard from Clarice that Roger
has been charged with rape before."
"Yeah, a bunch of times," Kim told the group as they pushed three
tables together to make it easier to talk. "And technically he's
not charged with raping me. Rape includes vaginal intercourse.
The charge is 'forcible sodomy.' Anyway, he's also a suspect in
a couple more rapes. The police think that he was at it even
when we were going together and even after we were married.
They've got DNA evidence in their labs. The Commonwealth's
Attorney is trying to get the trials combined so he's facing at
least three charges, but it doesn't look good."
"Why?" someone asked.
"Well, jurisdictions. I was raped, sodomized, in one judicial
circuit, and each of the other girls was raped in a different
district, and trials are almost always held where the crime took
place. The defense attorneys are trying to keep them separate
and they told me that my trial will probably be on just my rape."
"Geez, you poor thing."
"I'm just glad I wasn't hurt."
"But you were," Debbie told her.
"I'll live," she shrugged. "I might have been a lot worse if it
hadn't been for all the anal play we did the weeks before."
"I guess some good comes from everything," Laura sighed
philosophically.
"Even being tied up and tortured," Maria said, looking worried.
"Torture is having to sit on a torn butt hole," Kim laughed.
"Is it really that bad?"
"Yeah," Kim said, blushing. "I tried one of those blow-up circle
pillows that people with hemorrhoids use but it stretches where I
don't need to stretch and hurts worse than just sitting flat."
"I guess ass play is out for you for a while," Debbie commented.
"You can put in my suppositories," Kim kidded.
"Oh, please, can I?" Debbie countered, breaking into a laugh.
"Can we please talk about something more appetizing while we
eat?" Maria requested.
"We are getting kind of gross," Debbie snickered. "So what do
you suppose we're going to do this afternoon before massaging
freshmen?"
"Tie each other up and do whatever," Darlene grinned.
--==*==--
"Does anyone not understand the terms 'top' and 'bottom'?" Wanda
asked when everyone was back in the dungeon after dinner.
"Top's in charge, bottom does what she's told," Kaitlyn said.
"Wrong!" Wanda snapped, surprising everyone. "Who's in charge?"
All the students looked at each other, confused.
"Maria," Wanda snapped out again in a stern, clipped voice.
"What do you want out of a scene? An orgasm?"
After a moment of thought, she answered, "I just don't want to be
responsible."
In a more normal voice, Wanda rephrased the answer as another
question. "So you want to give up some power to get what you
want and need?"
"I guess so."
"And who's responsible for giving you what you want and need?"
"The person who I give... power to."
"Right. So you're in charge. You gave the power to someone else
and that person, the top, takes the power and gives back to you
what you want and need. There it is, guys. The bottom line is
that it's the bottom who's ultimately in charge. The bottom gets
to set the limits. That's what makes it sex play that's safe,
sane, and consensual."
"Take our whole program as an example for a bit," Wanda lectured.
"You gave us the power to restrain you. In return, we give you
permission to experience sex like never before. We make you feel
and do new things, things that you would never have done on your
own. Well, every scene should be like that."
"Oh, we're going to stretch things a bit. You'll all feel some
pain, but, and it's a big _but_, you ultimately decide how much
you will take. So let's play," Wanda grinned. "Who wants to be
the first victim?"
It took a few seconds, but Maria bashfully raised a hand.
"Very brave of you, Maria," Wanda smiled. "And you and I are
going to talk a lot. Those of you who decide you're naturally
bottoms need to be strong. There will be classes in the coming
days on the differences between abuse and consensual play. A
natural bottom is vulnerable to abuse. You have to be strong
enough to say 'no' and smart enough to pick the right partner for
a top. But enough of that for now. This is fun play, not heavy
stuff. We start small and build up. Who else? I'd like one
more."
"I'll..." both Jennifer and Darlene started at once.
"Darlene," Wanda said. "I'm sorry but you won't fit the X-frame,
Jennifer." She led the class to a wall where there were two
wooden frames set side by side a few feet out from one stone
wall. "Now, Darlene, if you'll step up on here facing out. And
Maria, you sit down and lay out on this one."
They saw that one of the X-frames was mounted on a big steel pipe
that went into a hydraulic pedestal with several controls, while
the other was simply set at a slight backward angle supported by
a beam to form a tripod. The fancy hydraulics allowed Maria's
frame to tilt backward so she could lie down on it. Wanda passed
out cuffs that were secured around Maria's wrists and ankles when
she was spread out. The fancy X also had a comfortable, padded
headrest.
Darlene's frame had footrests that were permanently secured to
the bottom. She bashfully turned her back and tried to step up
onto the small platforms while wearing her high heels that were
the uniform for students. The heels threw her balance off, so
she had to step up facing the frame and then carefully turn
around with her tip toes on one little platform, then step out to
the other one so she could be strapped down.
"As you get more experienced," Wanda explained, "You'll come up
with your own scenes. For now, we'll start out with what's
common for a first scene, 'punished with pleasure.' Let's see,
how shall we divide up? How about Laura, Kim, and Debbie, you
take Maria, and Katy, Wendy, and Jennifer, your victim is
Darlene."
"We've got a couple of hours to play. What shall we do now?"
Wanda asked, perching herself on a tall stool in front of the
frames. Once again, everyone looked uncertainly at each other,
so Wanda provided some guidance. "OK, first, there's no pain in
this scene so there's no safe word. We'll talk a lot about safe
words tomorrow. And the object is pleasure, but poor Maria has
to be forced to endure pleasure. She has trouble getting off
unless she's forced. So how might you force her?"
"Tickle," Kaitlyn said immediately, crooking her fingers into
claws and looking at her classmate helplessly bound to the smooth
wooden beams.
"Perfect!" Wanda clapped. "Make her beg for it."
"No!" Maria squealed even before anyone touched her. "I can't
stand to be tickled."
"Then you'd better start begging for sex," Debbie told her,
sliding a finger up Maria's leg as she positioned herself next to
the young Latina.
"No! I can't! Please!" Maria screamed as three pairs of hands
found all of her ticklish spots.
"I think what Miz Hot Box here needs is to be kept juicy until
just before we have to go," Wendy snickered. Katy and Jennifer
joined her in beginning to build up Darlene's arousal with some
gentle caresses, licks, and kisses.
The six tops quickly got into the scene but in completely
different ways. Darlene was moaning with pleasure, somewhat
distracted by the noise coming from next to her, but enjoying
what she knew was going to be a great experience. Maria, on the
other hand, was in agony.
"No! Please. NO! I gotta pee! No."
"If she pees, just get the hose and spray everything down," Wanda
told the older women who were torturing the youngster. "Try
taking off her shoes and tickling her feet."
"NOOoo!" Maria screamed, sounding like she was dying.
"Beg us to make you cum," Laura ordered. "Beg us for sex."
"NO! I can't!"
"Then you'll be tickled to death," Kim told her, licking the sole
of the poor girl's foot.
"Please, no more! Sex me. Eat me. Finger me. Do whatever you
want but don't tickle me any more."
"Only if you keep begging," Debbie sadistically told the poor
Catholic girl. "Beg."
"Please sex... Make me come."
"If you don't want my tongue on your feet, where do you want it?"
Kim asked, swiping her tongue tip up Maria's right foot again.
"My nipples," Maria begged. "Lick my nipples. Suck 'em."
"I don't hear any begging," Debbie said, digging into a rib with
her fingertips so Maria screamed again.
"My other nipple. My breast. Please suck...oh, please! Lord,
help me, please. Suck it. Hold it. Squeeze. Touch me down
there. Touch my... my pussy."
"You tops can trade off, take breaks, try out some of the rubber
toys or vibrators, or whatever. That's one of the perk's of
being top," Wanda told them when a couple of them seemed to be
tiring. "Pull up a stool and get comfortable."
"Don't let them come," Wanda warned. "Not yet, anyway. This is
torture by pleasure. Keep them both right on the edge but don't
push them over until just before we have to go. Good. That's
it. Back off just a little and move around."
After an hour, both victims were bathed in sweat, pulling against
their bonds and begging for an orgasm, for relief of an
impossible amount of tension that had built up. But their tops
backed off just before the victims exploded.
After almost two hours of erotic torture, Wanda went behind the
frames and tapped on a grease board on which she had written "10
minutes." She marked off the minutes, counting down to what
would be the most spectacular orgasm of either of the victim's
lives.
"Yes! Yess!" both were screaming as their friends concentrated
on clits with tongues, finally giving them relief.
Neither of the women could stand without help as they were
released from their bonds. And all of them had a new
understanding of what BDSM could mean to their lives.
Once Maria and Darlene had recovered a little, Wanda briefed them
on the rest of the afternoon's activities.
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