Masochist me/Sex training/Touch

From Create Your Own Story

We gathered for the next class.

"One thing I wanted to remind the class. This is not a graded class. This is a pass or fail only, based on attendance and participation. I expect to know when you won't be able to attend ahead of time, and I also expect to know if you do not wish to participate. You all were made aware of what would be expected, and given the opportunity to withdraw if you were uncomfortable with that participation. As for the graded part, I also want you to be aware that you are not required or expected to 'study' outside of class. Especially for those of you who are not romantically involved with your partners. I cannot prevent it, but I do not want to hear of any student violating the privacy rights of another, or of one partner taking advantage of the other."

He stared at each and every one of the students as he slowly said, "Is this clear?" There were many nods. "No, don't just nod at me. Tell me, is this clear?" He went person to person and asked them to confirm that it was clear. "Anything said or done in this class is protected under the NDA you signed. You can bring up anything with me, the school administrators, or legal professionals. Do not, I repeat, do not gossip about this class. Do not talk to other members of the public. Do not talk to the press. Do not blog about it. The NDAs are legally binding, and I will personally ensure that anyone that breaches that to unauthorized people will sit in front of a judge." With this, his tone softened, and he sat on one of the desk tops in the front. "All of us will be doing private, personal, and intimate things in front of each other. I don't remind you of these things to punish you. I remind you of these things so you will be aware we will do everything possible to protect you. I mean, I heard enough complaints about us taking away your phones. How would you like it," he said, looking at one of the women, "if someone took pictures of you having sex?" This time he looked at one of the guys. "How would you like it if someone used a nude picture of you to make fun of you, or tease you?" He looked at me. "How would you like it is what you shared in confidence was on someone's blog?" He shook his head. "I take my responsibilities seriously. And, you are all adults. I expect you to act in an adult manner." He looked at the woman who called me a whore in the last class. "I expect you to support each other. To rely on each other. To respect each other. As I said last class, this is for you to learn. Not to judge. Not to belittle. Not to insult. Not to gossip about. This will be a safe environment for all students in here to learn." He finally took his eyes away from her as she nodded her understanding. This time, it was her chance to blush and look away in shame. Of course, the teacher did not see the furious glare she shot me once he had turned his back on the class to start writing on the board.

Another woman spoke up. "What if we decide later that we do not want to participate in this classes...activities? The deadline has already passed."

The teacher nodded. "Yes, it has. However, this is one of the few classes you may withdraw from with no academic penalty. Withdrawal will delete this class completely from your transcript. So, there is no concern that you will receive a fail, unless you just skip and do not notify the administration that you are withdrawing. You will also receive a prorated return on your tuition. Total cost of the class, minus any classes that have passed prior to your withdrawal. But, the NDA you signed will still be in force, regardless of that. That will not change, even if you withdraw right now."

With that, he moved on to the lesson. "Last time, we learned about kissing. We also discussed that touch is important, and in fact, one of the vital components of a good kiss. First, lets start with personal space."

He stopped, and moved towards one of the women in class. He stood next to her chair. "Everyone has a certain boundary where things go from acceptable to 'get the fuck away from me'." He looked at the woman he was standing next to. "What are you thinking now?"

She hesitated, and he reminded her that there was no judgement, there was no wrong. He wanted her opinion. "Well, I find it annoying when you stand there. I cannot look at your face without craning my neck. Guess I just like to keep my eyes on the other person when they are talking."

He nodded. "Okay, fair." This time he knelt next to her, looking at her. "Is this better? You are able to look at me while I address the class."

She shook her head no. "It is worse. It seems like I am the sudden focus, not you. No one wants to be stared at, and those behind you are instead looking at me, not at you, putting me in the spotlight."

He nodded again. "Exactly." This time he moved to another woman, sitting down on her desk top. "So, we good?" He asked her.

She shook her head. "No, now, you are a little close, and it is still the same problem the other lady said."

He got up, pulled a desk next to another student, and sat right there next to her. "How about this?" He said, grabbing her hand.

"As you said. Get away from me."

"Exactly," he said. He put the desk back, went to another woman, and put his face right in hers. "Everything okay?"

"No," she said, clearly not willing to say what is on her mind.

"Do I make you feel uncomfortable?" She nodded.

"Touch is linked to level of connection we feel to each other. Total strangers, we want to stay within a certain distance from us. Others, we let closer. A business associate, or someone you are being introduced to, you might shake their hand. This leaves a wider gap between you, and is a less intimate touch. A friend, we might hug, or give a shoulder bump to. Because we feel more connected. A close friend or family member, we might give a closer hug to, or a non-intimate kiss. A boyfriend or girlfriend, wife or husband, we will allow even closer, depending on the state of the relationship. Maybe a closed mouth kiss. Maybe a caress on the cheek. Maybe a touch in an intimate area. I want each of you to grab your partner, and show me how close you are willing to go. Well, how close with your clothes on, since we have many existing couples in here."

We all partnered up. Me, I was willing to let the teacher fuck my brains out. But he had his own level of closeness. We finally settled on the spot we both felt comfortable, which was knee to knee, his hands on top of mine. Others had stricken more...intimate touches...after the teacher questioned them about if that was really their clothed contact limit.

"So, lets go around the room." With that, he stared pointing out how close the proximity was between partners. He noted how those who were partnered for the class had less intimate touches, and more physical distance. He pointed at one of the couples, their lips together, the guys hand on her breast, her hand on his crotch. He pointed out the other couple, holding hands, and yet another couple, snuggled together, her head on his chest, his hand on her shoulder, holding her close.

"Thank you all for the honesty. Remember, it may be embarrassing, but that is why it is important we have a close, safe environment. Now, we get to intimate touches. Please do like I do." He placed his hand gently on my cheek, his face close, his eyes looking directly into mine.

Once everyone mimicked him, he asked them to think about how they felt.

Words like close, connected, loved came up.

"Our faces and necks are more intimate exposed spots, with of course other areas that are normally covered being more intimate spots. Even our bare feet, since these are something we normally do not share with strangers, are considered more intimate spots. Everyone take off your shoes. And, sorry if anyone has stinky feet." With that, we took off our shoes. "Now, show your partner your feet. How do you feel?"

Words like fine started it. But it progressed. "I feel a bit exposed. Like, I shouldn't be showing him my feet." This was from one of the class partners, rather than the personal partners.

He nodded. "Correct. We always think about private areas. The breasts. The penis. The butt. We always think of these as 'intimate' areas, but humans have so many. For example, lets say you are the type of person who normally avoids skirts or shorts. Wearing them randomly would leave us with feelings that we are doing what we shouldn't. Take for example belly shirts. Publicly acceptable wear. Yet, I notice no one in here is wearing one." I decided right then next class I would need to wear one.

"Because of our insecurities, or upbringing, or just our own personal sense of comfort or propriety. For someone not used to wearing them, it would seem somewhat uncomfortable, showing off our stomach to the public. This is where relationships, touch, and sexuality start crossing. When we start engaging in intimate relationships with others, we are giving them implicit views, or touches, of those things we normally don't allow. We place trust in them to take care of them, to not embarrass us about our stomach, to not break our hearts as we let them between our legs. Normally, these are some of the most intense areas of touch. In fact, some of you women would probably feel more comfortable letting a man touch your breasts than your feet. And for you guys, my bet is some of you would prefer a woman to touch your penis than your ass. Part of sexual intimacy is knowing our partners boundaries and preferences. And, I apologize, but today, we will be going past your boundaries." He gave them a look that showed both sympathy and sternness. "I want each of you to write down your most intimate spot. And please think about it first. All of us have those 'spots' that will turn us to jelly. That doesn't mean the spot is our genitals or something. So, think first, then write."

I wrote mine. My throat.

"Okay, lets do this step by step. First, me and my partner will demonstrate."

He took my piece of paper. Looking at it, he asked me, so quietly I had to strain to hear him. "Choke, right?" I nodded. "We will skip that. Please write another spot, one you do not want someone to hurt you with..."

Thinking about it, I wrote earlobes, when nibbled. With that, he loudly announced, "Earlobes, nibbled." He angled my face, so the class could see his actions, then did just as the paper stated. It tickled. I stiffened up, as I heard his breath, noisy in my ear, his teeth, tickling my earlobes. I had never claimed I could not get turned on by gentle actions. Only that I could not get that release, that I could not orgasm. I felt my breath get heavier and heavier. My hands clenched and unclenched. As his mouth came away from my ears, I grabbed him, shoving myself against him, overwhelmed again by lust.

He pushed me back, gently. "See, everyone has those spots." Everyone in the class was staring at us, some of the guys looked like their eyes may fall out of their head. It was a rather funny sight.

Instead of sitting me down, he sat down, and handed me his piece of paper. Sucking on his neck.

I moved behind him, knelt down. I gently placed my lips against his neck, then sucked on it lightly. I grazed my teeth across it, and could feel him tensing under me. His head shifted, and suddenly I found his mouth on mine. His mouth, hungry, skipping the closed mouth kiss he had mentioned yesterday, going straight towards open lips, tongue inside my mouth, probing. Then, he pulled away.

"See, everyone. Even I am human, and we all have that spot, the one that will drive us wild. This is one of the key points you must learn, to learn your partner's spots. No, not your class partner. Your real life partner." He chuckled. "It will be easier for those couples in here, because you will be learning all about it together. One reason I encourage people to join as a couple."

They went through. Inner thigh. One was actually toes. Suddenly, a more interesting one popped up.

Before reading it, he leaned over and whispered something in the woman's ear. She was already blushing, but smiled when he spoke, even if it did nothing to stop the red glow. "Nipple, sucking and nibbling." He paused, then continued. "Thank you for your honesty. Remember," he said, looking at everyone. "The quality of education here greatly depends on how honest you are. And you will do more than just show each other a nipple."

With that, he asked her to open her top and pull down her bra, exposing her breasts and nipples. Once she had done this, he asked her partner to do as the other students had, and stimulate her labeled spot. The embarrassed glow quickly changed. It was hard to say the exact changes. From the tightness of embarrassment to the tightness of sexual lust.

As he continued, her hand moved down, rubbing her pussy through her pants. The teacher broke it off once she started that.

"Next," he said, moving the focus off of her.

Each person reacted, some more aggressive, others less aggressive, but all reacted in a somewhat intimate manner.

"Okay, as you can see, touch itself is an important element in intimacy."

From there, he continued with the lesson.

He briefed us on prolonged touch, on cuddling, and even on oral touch, kissing our partners skin.

"Okay, I want everyone to disrobe down to your undergarments. Please leave on your underwear but remove your bra." Fortunately, everyone had worn underwear. Well, almost everyone. One guy apparently had not. "It's fine. You will be seeing each other as classes progress. We just have a lucky volunteer to go all natural."

With that, he proceeded with the lesson, and asked us to take notes during it.

"Physical expressions of affection do not necessarily require touching sexual parts. Too often we forget to include non-sexual parts in the expression of physical intimacy. This exercise is designed to help you find out what types of touch and contact are more pleasurable. The aim of this exercise is not to be sexual, but to enjoy the pleasurable feelings," he lead off with.

"There are many kinds of touch that can provide pleasant feelings: caressing, stroking, kissing, licking, massaging, light tickling, and many more. Experiment with different types of touch in the same areas. In your personal lives, you may also want to include talcum powder or oils to vary the experience. Be sure your partner is not allergic to these."

He then gave the guidelines of the next stage.

Places to Touch

Many areas of the body, other than the genitals, can provide pleasant feelings, for example, hair, arms, fingers, toes, face, ears, neck, back, belly, shoulders, and legs. Remember to avoid touching the genitals.

Relax

The purpose of this exercise is to find out what kinds of touch in different areas of the body are pleasurable for you. People differ in the forms of touch they find pleasurable. There is no goal other than for you to notice how things feel to you, without being tense, embarrassed or distracted by other things. Be sure you are both relaxed and comfortable.

Focus on the Sensation

Focus your attention on what it feels like to touch your partner in this way. Notice the different ways that the skin can feel, differences in softness, differences in warmth. Notice the different shapes and angles of your partner's body. Some areas may be rounded, others maybe long and straight. Focus on how you feel as you touch the different parts of your partner's body. Also, make sure you document it. Write how it makes you feel, and how it seems to make your partner feel.

Being Touched

The person who is being touched should also just relax and focus on the experience of being touched. If your mind starts to wander, simply refocus on what you feel. Write how your partner makes you feel, what you liked about it, didn't like about it.

He then reminded us to only touch each other as directed.

We started with hands on the head, then hands in our partner's hair. Hands, then lips. Switch partners. Touches to ears. I squirmed as his lips met mine yet again, and resisted the urge to attack him, trying to focus on the touch, rather than my feelings. Forehead, eyes, cheekbones, noses. Mid-cheek, lips, upper and lower, chin, jaw line, neck. I couldn't help but squirm a bit at that too. Collar bones, shoulders, pecs for the guys, breasts for the women. Nipples, areolas, rib cage. I was not alone when it came to the sides in laughing. But, I also wasn't the loudest. Even some of the guys laughed, being tickled.

Stomach, outer thighs, inner thighs. I was sure some of the guys were trying to smell the women's pussies while they were down there. Knees, shins, and ankles. Feet, toes, then the bottom of the feet. Again, more rounds of laughter dotted the classroom. We flipped over for our partner, and worked back up. Each pause between a touch, between couples switching, was taken by furious writing. I wondered how many other people were writing a bit harder than usual, our bodies reacting to our partners touch. The teacher and I followed along just like the rest.

Calves and the back of the leg. Bottoms were skipped over, straight to the lower back, upper back, shoulder blades. The back of the neck, the back of the head.

Then, we were done. "So, homework. Go home, write up your thoughts, both on touching, and being touched, on each part of your body. Please also engage in a little self touching. We can only cover so much in class. Touch different parts of yourself. Think about what each part means to you, and how it makes you feel. This is not optional. Remember, pass or fail based on attendance and participation. There are no requirements to practice with a partner, and in fact, I would prefer if you did not. You can do whatever you want in your personal lives, but I am not giving extra credit for extra practice."

Lust ran rampant through the class, and I wondered how many people were planning on putting touch into action. "Please stay after," he said to the woman who had called me a whore, then dismissed the rest of the class. I left, looking over my shoulder, wondering what the teacher wanted her for.