Masochist me/Sex training/The teacher

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The remaining students gave their reasons for being in class, and it was time to find partners. I sat there, focusing on my desk, as others partnered up. One of the single guys approached me, asking if I was willing to partner with him. I glanced out of him out of the corner of my eye, saw a look of interest, but said nothing, still mortified at what I had said, and still enjoying the sensation. I honestly wanted to tell him yes, and in fact, wished I could do more, but I was unable to move. He misread my silence, and went on to find another partner, leaving me alone.

The instructor approached my desk. "Well, I guess it is you and me," he started out with. "Unfortunately, when we have hands on training, that means that you will be the one that needs to work with me to instruct the others, to show techniques, things like that. This will put you right at the front of everything. Are you okay with that?"

By now I had regained my equilibrium, so was able to respond. "Yes," I said, barely above a whisper, while nodding yes, it was okay for me.

"About your reason, I would like to see you after class to discuss that." I nodded yet again, feeling myself flush.

Once that was done, he started the lesson.

"First, we will discuss the non-sexual, physical intimacy that helps increase the physical response. In this case, we will start with osculation." A couple people in the class laughed. I sat there, confused, not sure what the word meant. "In this case, osculate is the medical term for kissing."

With that, he started discussing the different types of kiss, non-intimate, such as a kiss on the forehead or the more personal but non-intimate kiss on the cheek, to the more intimate kisses, lip to lip contact.

"First, lets start with why kissing itself is important. With some exceptions, sex takes place between two people who have developed a bond. I am not talking about a one night stand, I am talking about sexual intimacy between couples. Bonding itself can happen in various ways, ways that I will not go into during this course," suddenly I found myself blushing again as his comment, 'with some exceptions' hinted at exactly the type of reason I was in this class, "and kissing is normally one of the ways we assess our compatibility sexually. We all know that being friends, that physical attraction, things like this are not enough to build a relationship on."

Most of the class nodded or murmured agreement. One girl raised her hand, apparently noting exactly what triggered my blushes. "What if we are just a whore, and having sex for money? Is kissing still important?"

The instructor glared at her. "Please refrain from using words like 'whore' in my class. Each person has their own reasons for seeking intimacy, and it is not up to us to judge their reasons. I don't care if you approve of the reasons or not. In this class we will show tolerance and acceptance of how others chose to live their life, even if we do not agree with those reasons." He stared at her until she finally agreed and lowered her own eyes. It did not help me much though, because I knew I was the target. I wondered how the other woman would feel if she knew that all humiliating me and putting me in my place did was turn me on further. I regretted not being able to say yes to the other student, since I was pretty sure he wanted me as a partner to fuck me. And, right that second, I was more than willing. After thinking about it, I realized that the teacher had basically said we would be fucking each other in class, so...now I wanted to know when we would be getting down to it.

"Both men and women tend to use kissing to determine if the other person is a good potential partner. A good kisser has a higher chance of becoming a partner, while a bad kisser can cause them to reject the other person. A good kiss can lead to feelings of bonding and attachment, creating and maintaining a feeling of connectedness. A good kiss can also lead to arousal, and ultimately sex. Passionate kissing are normally needed for further intimacy. Is there anyone here who has had sex with someone without kissing them previously, or feeling some connection at one of those kisses?"

I was the only one who raised my hand. I looked around, and was surprised no one else had. I heard a mumbled "figures" from one of the other women in the class. A couple snickers.

"And, what happened with the relationship?" he asked.

"Nothing. We weren't together very long." He nodded.

"Exactly." He turned away from me and addressed the entire class. I felt deliciously mortified. "For a long term relationship, the couple need to have that feeling of closeness. Kissing is one of the primary ways this is achieved. So, what makes a good kiss?"

No one spoke up, so he continued. "It is actually rather complex, but here are some of the key features. Hygiene is one of the major factors. Not only personal grooming, although that is important, but things like fresh breath, clean teeth. It is also important to have soft, moist lips. Avoid smelly foods. I am talking to any garlic eaters here. Next, the assertiveness of the kiss. Partners that do not really commit, or just do it halfheartedly, are normally viewed worse. Instead of creating intimacy, it creates a barrier. It makes the partner feel like you aren't as interested, or are distant and not focusing on them. For intimacy, a partner needs to feel they are the center of your attention."

He paused, waiting to see if everyone understood and waiting to see if they had any questions. When no one did, he moved on. "Next, physical contact while kissing is also a key to whether the partner will view it as a good kiss or not. Then there is the type of kiss related to the level of intimacy. For a first kiss, the best way to kiss is closed mouth, with no saliva exchange. This is especially important for women. For you guys," he gave the guys an especially long look, "it is important you do not try to shove your tongue down her throat. Avoid drooling on the woman, and keep your tongue in your mouth. As the passion and intimacy increase, oral penetration can increase in steps. But always start with a closed mouth kiss, or a kiss somewhere other than the mouth. We will cover the types of kisses shortly, but I want to touch on a couple points, then demonstrate."

He waited, then continued. "Men and women will normally place different importance on a kiss, and will prefer different things. Now, all people have different tastes and preferences, so this is just general, rule of thumb, guidance. You will need to actually learn your partner's tastes and preferences on your own." He glanced at the couples. "Some of you might learn things you never really knew about your partner right here." Now it was clear why he was focusing on the couples. "Women tend to put more importance on a kiss, and to judge how well they fit their partner based on that. Kiss badly and you may not get that next date. Women also tend to use kissing more for bonding with the other person, rather than for pure intimacy. This is why socially, we see women engage in more kissing behavior. A mother kissing a child, or a woman kissing her parents. Close friends sharing a kiss on the cheek. You will also find women less willing to kiss than men when they feel their partner only wants sex and nothing more." It was funny to see some of the clueless looks on the guys faces, while some of the women were nodding along to what he was saying.

"However, men tend to be less picky about their partner's quality of kiss. And awkward or bad kiss isn't generally a deal breaker for them. Men also tend to go more for the passionate kisses, preferring open mouthed, tongue included, wet kissing. And for you women here, men also tend to prefer it if their partners make more pleasurable noises. The vocalization allows them to understand the level of enjoyment for the woman, giving them feedback to how they are doing."

He again looked at each woman, making sure we understood. "So, remember, make sure your cleaned up, especially your mouth, and when engaged in the kiss, make sure your only going as far as is proper for the circumstances and that your teeth are clean and your breath is fresh. If a kiss is expected, it is always a good idea to brush your teeth beforehand, and to pop in a mint if needed. One reason I also always carry a bottle of Listerine with me."

He showed us his travel pack. It was small, with a travel sized toothbrush, toothpaste, bottle of mouthwash, and mints. "Now, everyone follow please." With this, he went off to the unisex restroom. He opened a bag I had not noticed and started passing out the same things he had in his own kissing bag. At least, that is what I mentally thought of it as. "Well, start brushing and rinsing. Everything is brand new, and these are yours to keep. There are no secrets here, so don't be ashamed to do this in front of the others. You will do much more before you complete my course."

Since the bathroom only had two sinks, he had each partner go together. Sadly, since I was his partner, this meant brushing my teeth first. I watched the disgusted faces from some of the people, and tried my best to be quiet. Spitting carefully. Cupping my hands to get water to rinse with. Keeping my lips closed around the brush. It was awkward, doing this in front of all these people. He finished before me, probably not self conscious from doing this with so many classes. Fortunately, since I was the first, memory of me doing it faded from the other student's minds as they had to endure the same thing. I looked away, finding it a bit disgusting to watch. Once everyone was done, we headed back to the class.

He pulled me aside from the others. "I still want to talk to you after class," he told me, "but want to remind you that we will start the hands on portion. Are you okay working with me in front of the class? It seems you are having a rather hard time after...your comment on why you are here...I can ask one of the other women if there are any issues."

I shook my head, and stated quietly, "No, it is fine."

With that, we headed back. "Okay, everyone, please sit with your partners. And can you please join me up front," he said, addressing me.

I nodded and stood up, walking to the front and standing in front of everyone. I could feel myself blushing as I stood there, feeling like I was being put on display. It did nothing to lesson the pressure from between my legs.

"First, I will demonstrate a bad kiss. Please note reactions, what it makes you think when you see it, and remember, we are not judging anyone here. We are just trying to learn to understand both ourselves and our partners, and how to interact."

With that, he approached me. "Kiss me," he said quietly, so as not to be heard by the others. I closed my eyes and leaned in for a kiss. His lips pressed against mine, and suddenly his tongue was forcing its way in my mouth, as far in as possible.

It felt possessive, obtrusive, and invasive. I felt myself stiffen up, unsure what to do. It felt...wrong. I heard myself moan slightly against his entry.

He pulled back, and I could see some surprise in his eyes. After a couple seconds, he came to himself and turned towards the class.

"So, you," he said, pointing towards one of the men. "What did you think of that? How did it make you feel? What was wrong, or right, about it."

The guy stood up. "Well, I heard the moan, like you said, and it seemed that she liked it."

The instructor shook his head, then pointed at one of the women in the class. "What did you think about it?"

She stood up. "I disagree completely. I heard the moan too, but you just finished telling us that the way you did it was not proper." The instructor shook his head. "It was uncomfortable to watch. If you tried to kiss me like that, I would slap you. The way you suddenly just shoved your tongue in her mouth like that, like you were trying to lick her throat. And the way she stiffened up. It was not like she was enjoying it, but like she was paralyzed from it, like she felt it was something forced upon her. Not passionate, but more like...like...sorry, but, more like a rapist or something..." She finished, obviously flustered at having just compared the instructor to a rapist.

The instructor nodded approvingly.

"You," he said, pointing at the guy who had answered, "looked for the wrong signs. You were too much into the male role, and not thinking about it from a whole perspective. The moan could have been purely reflex," I heard the hesitation in his voice, and coupled with the confused look he gave me immediately after, knew he was puzzled by my reaction, "or something else. You," he said, pointing at the woman, "are completely correct. The tenseness of her body, the invasiveness of the kiss, were signs that I was not engaging in a good kiss, but in a bad kiss. Note how she did not react back, but stood there rigidly. You were correct in your assessment. Her body did not react in a positive way, but more closely related to a deer in the headlights. Her fight or flight reflexes kicked in, and caused her to freeze."

I stood there, holding my tongue. While maybe it was true, me being, well, me, I did like the kiss, for all the reasons he was saying I shouldn't. I guess my body still reacted the way it should, but my brain, well, it didn't agree.

"Now, we will demonstrate a good kiss." He took my hand gently, guiding my face until I was looking directly into his eyes. His talking was somewhat distracting though. His tongue ran across his lips, not lewdly, but gently, naturally. "First, make sure your lips are wet. Once your lips are lubricated, lean in to begin, and start with a closed mouth kiss. It is also better to touch, as you can see me doing with my hand. Also, a gentle touch on the cheek, the base of the jaw, or the top of the shoulders is also good, depending on the level of intimacy." With this, he let go of my hand, placed his hand softly along the side of my cheek, and brought his lips close to mine, waiting for me to come the rest of the way. Our lips met, closed mouth, lip to lip. His lips were soft, and I found my hand go around the back of his head. I parted my lips slightly, and he mirrored them. Soon, our tongues were gently touching, tip to tip, with little entry. It sent a spark through me, and I found myself pushing harder, wanting more. He was being too soft, too gentle. I wanted his teeth gnashed against my lips. I wanted his tongue invading my space. I used my hand to pull him against me harder, could hear the moans, louder than before, creeping out of me. I bit his tongue softly, then pushed my own in his mouth, shoving my lips against him hard. By now, I had completely forgotten we had observers. I was lost in the moment. I wanted him to hurt me, to bite me. To bring me delightful, painful pleasure. I spun around on the desk, pulling him on top of me, our lips locked together, his teeth painful on my lips, not by his action, but by how hard I was pulling his face against mine.

Suddenly, he jerked free. "Okay, that is enough." He gave me a hard look, with even more puzzlement in his eyes, before turning towards the class. Coming back to reality, I noted that everyone was staring at us...hard. "Well, this is what I mean by everyone having their own preferences. This was not quite the right thing either." He sighed, then asked one of the couples to come up to the front of the class. This time, he guided them as he had them kiss. My lustful flush was replaced by lustful embarrassment. I felt as if I would explode if I couldn't get...something... This class, just on day two, had already made me hornier than I had ever been before. I was almost tempted to masturbate right there. The humiliation of it of course would only fuel the lust. It was the fact that I may be kicked out of the class that stayed my hand. After all, I was here for a real, specific reason, and could not afford to lose this learning opportunity.

He guided the demonstration couple, and soon they were making out pretty intensely. It didn't really help my own thoughts, seeing them engaged in such a passionate kiss. A bit tame and boring though, but just because I was...different...didn't mean it wasn't affecting me.

Once he had the demo couple complete, he had each partner start, reminding them first step, closed mouth. He adjusted their hands, adjusted their heads, until each was doing it correctly. The couples progressed to the more passionate kisses, but still seemed to keep it from becoming too intimate. Unlike me, they did not lose the fact that they were in a room full of others.

Once he was satisfied, he stopped everyone, having them sit back down.

"Now, once a relationship is established, it is important to remember kissing is still important. Whether you have been together for ten months or ten years, kissing still helps to secure our bonds with our partners. For you men, you know how women tend to view kissing as the same as cheating sexually?" He waited for their nods. "It is important to remember the woman's viewpoints when you think of this. Men do not view kissing as the same type of intimacy, but for a woman, it is a bonding act. So kissing another woman will make her feel that you are bonding with another, no matter how you view it. She wants you completely, so this is seen as an act of betrayal. Men may feel something similar," he said, this time looking at the women, "but not to the same level."

"Now, kissing is not always so clinical." He brought me up, this time playfully nibbling on my lip. I longed for him to bite. "You can play with a kiss." He ran his fingers through my hair as his lips met mine again. "Adjust what you are doing, and don't focus on a single spot only." He gave me a brief kiss. "You do not need to overdo it. A kiss can last a very short time, like a kiss to the cheek," a quick peck on my cheek, " or a very long time, like an hour long make out session." He did not bother to demo this one, and I doubt we would have had time for this anyways. "Also, remember to cuddle or embrace to enhance that bonding experience. It allows your partner to feel noticed, loved, and connected."

"As the intimacy increases, slowly open your mouth." Again, he demonstrated with me, starting with a slight kiss on the lips, then parting his lips. "From here, you can start slowly building up with tongue to tongue kissing, and move on to the more passionate, heavy kissing. Of course, naturally, additiona touching may also start being included." This time, I felt his hands on more...intimate places. Down my shirt, gently cupping my breasts. I kept my mind where it was, and let him lead. "If your partner slows down, slow down with them. They may not be ready." This time, my lower level of responsiveness seemed to have helped him make his point.

"Now, we will get down to the different types of kisses and what they say."

With that, he brought back out the powerpoint after having me sit down, and started going kiss by kiss.

1.The Forehead Kiss

A kiss on the forehead is a gentle expression of admiration. Usually it is a kiss of friendship or a starter kiss for something for romantic later.

2. Kiss on the Hand

This is when you grasp a persons hand with your fingers gently and kiss the back of the palm. It’s a chivalrous move and one that shows your admiration and passion for someone.

3. The Eskimo Kiss

When two noses rub up against each other and move back and forth. It’s affectionate and often given from a parent to their child. The Eskimo Kiss is believed to be the romantic option for those who live in cold climates, otherwise there’s risk of lips getting stuck together.

4. The French Kiss

The French Kiss involves plenty of tongue action and mastery. While not easy to master, it derives from passion, romance and desire so part of the trick is to just go with your emotions.

5. Single Lip Kiss

A subtle single lip kiss is where you suck and sandwich their lip between yours at the same time. This is a suggestive kiss that lets the reciprocate know that you are very into them.

6. Earlobe Kiss

This all encompassing kiss is targeting an erogenous zone for most so it’s kind of a big deal. You accomplish this by gently kissing or nibbling the ear on the earlobes. Known to be one of the most romantic and intimate kisses between lovers.

7. Butterfly Kiss

When two people get so close to each others face while they kiss that their eyelashes connect. This kind of kiss and it’s intimate gesture is for those madly infatuated or in love with each other.

8. The Spiderman Kiss

Perhaps this sensual kiss was in the mix before Spiderman came out with the epic kiss scene. Spidey is upside down and Mary Jane is standing right side up. This is less risky when doing horizontally on the couch or bed and is a kiss of passion between lovers.

9. The Lingering Kiss

A lingering kiss entails a lot of lip to lip kissing for long periods of time. It’s full of intense emotion and passion and is often reserved for new love.

10. The Cheek Kiss

A short peck on the cheek, often in combination with a hand on the arm or a half embrace. It’s meanings are dependent on where you are in the world. For some cultures, it’s a hello or goodbye.

11. “Leave a Mark” Kiss

Also known as the lipstick kiss where a girl puts lipstick on and kisses her partner on the cheek, neck or lips. This leaves a mark and is usually just a playful gesture.

12. Secret Message Kiss

This is when lovers send an erotic messages while french kissing so others don’t know about it. It’s for two people that are very close to each other.

13. Lizard Kiss

This is where the tongue rapidly goes in and out of the mouth in quick strokes. It’s a passionate kiss for lovers that are hot and heavy into each other.

14. The Air Kiss

Air Kisses can be seen in old french movies in greetings. It’s done by giving out a “Mwaah” in the air beside someone’s cheek. Sometimes it’s done on both cheeks depending on what country you’re in. It’s popular among celebs and can also be seen within family and friends. It’s a non romantic, friendly gesture.

15. Kiss of an Angel

This is a gentle kiss on someone’s eyelids and is a sweet gesture between two people that deeply love each other. A mother can do it to her child or a husband can do it to his wife.

16. Seductive Kiss

This is where you bit an open mouth that’s much like a subtle French kiss (less tongue though). A kiss to win someone’s heart and seduce them. It will make anyone’s knees weak.

17. The Bite and Nibble

Subtle bites and nibbles on certain parts of a person’s facial features such as the nose, cheeks, chin and eventually a kiss is planted on the neck. Deeply sensual kiss that is spontaneous between lovers and exudes intimacy and eroticism.

18. Kiss on jaw

A kiss that is gentle and yet incredibly sensual as you kiss your partner’s jaw. This kiss is for those that are already intimate and very close to each other.

19. The Vampire Kiss

A deep sexy kiss on the neck that includes sucking and a bit of biting. For lovers in an intimate setting.

20. The Big Tease

A kiss that can last for hours and perhaps what John Mayer had in mind when he wrote “Your Body is a Wonderland.” You tease your partner while getting to explore their body with your lips starting from the forehead and making your way all the way down. One would say this is a very invested method of foreplay and dedicated to lovers.

He finished the different kiss classifications with a note that there were more variations than just these, but these were the most common, and then dismissed the class. He looked at me as I stood up, and I remembered he wanted to talk to me.

"Sorry to have to keep you after, but I need to clarify some things." I nodded and he continued. "What you said, for your reasons for attending this class. Are they true?" I squeezed my eyes shut, then nodded yes. "According to the law, I should report any potential illegal activity that I witness in my class. The fact that you are attending this class in order to generate money by having sex with men creates this problem. Prostitution is a class one misdemeanor for the first three offenses. After that, it becomes a class five felony. And no, don't argue semantics. An escort having sex with a client for additional gratuity is still classified as prostitution. I can overlook what you said in class, but since it was said in front of all of the other students, I need a very compelling reason for this. If they say something, and the administration hears of it, then my career will be at risk if I do not have a very compelling reason. So..." He left it at that.

I sighed, a little surprised at my disappointment. He had already made it clear that partners would have sex over the course of the...course. But, he had also made it clear this was for learning purposes only. I was highly disappointed that he would use a threat of reporting me to the administrators, and probably the police, as a way to force me to have sex with him outside of the expected circumstances. It didn't shock me, really. And in fact, it shouldn't even matter, since it would happen anyways. It just seemed like an abuse of authority.

I felt like some foolish little girl, naive and gullible. I hid my feelings. I didn't want to risk him reporting me. Anyways, what did it matter, letting me fuck me outside of boundaries. He was going to fuck me anyways. At least I could get our first time over with. At least our first time wouldn't be in front of all those other students.

The bad part was, if he had asked for it in another way, I would have went willingly. But this, my previous sexual excitement fled. I could only orgasm through humiliation and pain, but this wasn't humiliating. It was just...stupid men being stupid men. Suddenly I wished I had been able to open my mouth when the other student had offered. I didn't really want to be with someone that I didn't respect, and all of that went out the window the moment the instructor made it clear what he wanted for his silence.

I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it off, exposing my bra to him. As I looked down, my hands going to the buttons of my jeans, I heard a strangled gasp. I looked up to see the instructor's back.

"Put your shirt back on," was all he said. I stared at his back, confused. I slipped my shirt back on. "Okay," I said.

He turned around again, looking me in the eye. "I think you misunderstand. What I want is not that. I want to understand you. Who you are. I checked your records, and I know you have an undergraduate degree in social psychology. Yet you come to this class, and announce to everyone that you are here to learn how to better please men as an escort. What did you think I meant? I mean, why did you start undressing?"

My disgust at the instructor vanished, replaced by complete embarrassment. I was utterly humiliated that I thought this was what he wanted. My respect for him was renewed, and strengthened. Of course, with that, the rush of heat returned to me, the endorphins flooding in, the lustful haze not only returning, but growing stronger. Now, I wished he would ask me to take off my clothes. Now, I wanted him to bend me over the desk, and punish me like a bad student. I was so tempted to ask him.

"So, tell me, why is someone who is studied social psychology now working as an escort? It isn't that difficult for you to find a job. I am a clinical psychologist myself, so I know the industry just fine. My focus is in human sexuality, where I deal with patients that suffer from trauma from sexual abuse, rape, things like this. I also assist with dealing with sexual dysfunction, for both individuals and couples, and, well, as you can guess from this class, sexual education. I know that escorts are not required to perform sexual services, and I also know that most do. You admitted yourself that you plan to fit in the 'most' category. But I cannot understand, for the life of me, why."

So, I started explaining.

I told him of my early childhood, and how I discovered that pain actually made me feel good. I told him about my sexual experience, from the first time I started exploring myself, to how I started exploring others. How, while being with someone intimately felt okay, but never felt...fulfilling. How I had never been able to orgasm without pain or humiliation being a part of the experience.

We discussed for a long time, and by the end, he knew more about me than I had ever told anyone else. It felt nice, being able to tell him. No one else really knew. Oh, my partners had seen a little of me, me asking them to spank me, to choke me, to make it rough. But, they didn't really understand how I felt. The instructor showed his experience, his professional attitude, as he listened, as he asked the right questions, as he gave me feedback on some things I didn't even really understand about myself. He made me feel...comfortable, and less like a freak.

"Honestly, I recommend seeing someone about this. Because of some of the things we will be doing together in this class, I cannot take you as a patient, but I can make some recommendations." I shook my head no. "Well, if you change your mind, let me know please. Right now I am unable to tell if these feelings come from abuse of some sort or not."

"No," I told him. "My family is very loving, although I am afraid I have given my parents plenty of trouble growing up. No strange uncles or anything like that. I just...I can't explain. My brain, I mean..." I stopped, flustered. "Okay, when I get hurt, I still cry. I still flinch. But, at the same time, my mind, it feels, happy, or like it has received bliss."

"Yes, but you should know, we are good at repressing trauma, especially if it happens at a young age. There is another answer. It is possible you have passive algolagnia disorder." I gave him a strange look. "Sorry, it is not listed in the DSM. You may want to check DSM-5 for sexual masochism disorder. But, I honestly recommend asking a professional. After all, the estimated number of females that truly have this disorder is under two percent. It means there is more likely some trauma that you have repressed."

I shook my head no again.

"Well, at least think about it. Don't reject it outright. And, always know, I am here to talk."

I nodded. "So, does this mean that I am in trouble? Are you going to report me to the administration?"

He sucked his lip in and thought. Slowly, he shook his head. "Look, I think there is something more to you, and I think there is something that you need professional help with. But, I think your circumstances bring this beyond a simple case of 'prostitute in training'. And, I don't think reporting it will help you. Trust me, if I thought that, I would. I think it would be better for you to attend class, and hopefully meet with me time to time to discuss. I would like to go over some things that may happen to you if you truly go down this path, and hopefully prepare you on how to protect yourself if I can dissuade you from doing this. Cases like yours, and what you try to seek out, tend to end badly. Finding that wrong person, who doesn't know when to let go of your throat. Finding that person who does not know when to stop hitting you, who goes overboard and beats you to death. No matter why you have these reactions, you are involved with things that cause cause you harm, physical, mental, emotional. I need to think on this. I may require you to go to therapy later, but for now, I just hope you choose to."

With that, he took my face in his hands, looking me in the eye. I could taste his breath. "Look, you are a lovely young woman. Your academic record also shows you are a very intelligent woman. The last thing I want to see is one of my students end up on the front page of a news paper for prostitution, or her body being found in a dumpster somewhere."

I shivered, closed my eyes, and puckered my lips. I wanted him to touch me, to please me, so bad.

He released my face like I was a snake. "As for that. Sorry you misunderstood previously. Let me make this clear for you. We will engage in sexual activity based on the course guidelines. We will not engage in sexual activity outside of the course."

My stomach dropped. I wondered what was wrong with me. It took me a second to realize I had spoken my thoughts aloud.

"Nothing is wrong with you. Not in that way anyways. I find you attractive, and would like to get to know you better. As my student. Who knows, maybe even as a friend. But, I am happily married. I do not engage in extramarital affairs, and have no wish to be with anyone else." I was still confused. After all, wouldn't having sex with me in an educational setting still be having sex with a woman outside of his marriage? It made no sense to me. "You are confused. Just know that nothing is secret between me and my wife. She has even attended my class before, to learn more about it. However, as I said in our lesson today, there is more to it than just some physical act. Remember how I told all of you that kissing is used for bonding? Now imagine I started sleeping with my students regularly. It creates a connection, a bonding. And as an authority figure, it would make it harder to separate academic education from a relationship. And beyond that, there is the ethics of it. It would be ethically wrong, and would be taking advantage of someone who is vulnerable. I just want to make it clear, you are my student. We have nothing beyond that."

I nodded, understanding. It still hurt a bit.

"As for the reporting. The problem is, the students heard you. I will not directly report your admission of illegal activities, but I do recommend not repeating it. If your fellow students report it, then I will have no choice but to tell them what we have discussed and any actions taken between us. This is why I needed to understand you, so I could make my own judgement on my next steps. I have faith you can do better, and I hope I can convince you to attend counseling and to find a real career, rather than to pursue your...current path. See, I will also be upfront with you. I guess now I understand why you were so...aggressive...in your kisses."

I nodded. I was not even sure what to say. He dismissed me and I left. Nothing he said really impacted my plan. Being an escort meant more to me than just the money. But, it had risks. Ultimately, it still won out. I went in search of the DSM at the school library. And later, when in search of a vibrator and belt. Little did either of us realize that this was in fact the beginning of a life long friendship.

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."

Next scene: Touch + cuddling, also can integrate the 'kisses on flesh' recommendation from Teejay.

Striptease

(this would be before getting in the bed)

Soft caresses and kisses on flesh

(explore to find the sensitive spots: most men have sensitive nipples)

Letting him touch/grope you

(some men really get turned on by caressing a woman's butt or sucking her tits)

Oral

(either way, or both at once -- 69. Back when i frequented reddit, one of the female posters said that sometimes when men would go down on her they would leave a bigger wet spot under their dick than she would under her pussy)

Penetrative sex

(either hole)

Positions

As for your questions: When vaginal intercourse takes place, men cum quickest when the position is cowgirl, slower in doggy style and slowest in missionary. I'm guessing that's what you meant by "feels better".

Clearly, cowgirl and missionary are more "intimate" because you can see each other's face, while doggystyle is more "pure sex, no feelings." Alpha-oriented men come in two types: the ones who want both control and intimacy prefer missionary (the man is on top, but can see the woman's face and kiss her) and the ones who just want to get their rocks off and don't care about the woman prefer doggystyle.

That about covers the GENERAL part of the training. After that, you get down to specific things that some men like and some men don't. (Bondage, anal stimulation, forced orgasm, etc.)

I would think that for certain things hands-on training would be needed.