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Her husband was one of the biggest men I had ever seen, and I immediately wanted to see how far he could throw me around and have his way with me. He also had a look of innocence with his all-American appearance. He had short blond hair with brown eyes and when he smiled, he looked so wholesome.

I want to make him beg on his knees right next to his wife.

Dammit, I should not be having these thoughts right before I teach this class and spend an hour with this couple. I started the class by saying hello to everyone, introducing myself, and getting right into what would happen during the next hour. The new couples looked nervous, there was a small part of me that loved it.

“Alright, before we get started, you are more than welcome to lose some clothes if you feel comfortable being in your underwear,” I said, seeing some of them look even more nervous. “This is more so for the men, since you will be on your knees and in compromising positions.”

The attractive blond man quickly pulled his shirt off and unbuckled his pants while his wife held his clothes for him. This man was almost all muscle. My mouth dried up from his physique. His muscles had muscles and I couldn’t help but look more than I should have let myself. He looked amazing in just his black boxer briefs and when he looked up at me his cheeks grew pink. I liked that more than I should have. The rest of the men reluctantly took their clothes off while their partners stole glances at All-American man.

Once I got my head out of my ass, I went into talking about trust. Each couple sat in front of each other while I talked about communication and how important it was. We talked about likes and dislikes, different kinks and how they needed to figure outwhat they liked as a couple. We moved on to safe words, the stop light method, and if our mouths were occupied, we needed a signal to stop everything if we needed it.

I gave them time to figure out their safe words, moving on to discussing likes and dislikes about toys, restraints and then impact play. Everyone looked to be paying attention, but when I lingered over the hot couple, the wife was noticeably flushed. The husband looked sheepish, constantly looking over at his wife.

I passed around different impact instruments, teaching the women proper technique and letting them get a feel for all of them. The wife of the hot couple did not look to be enjoying it or she might have been extremely shy. By the lack of force she was using, I knew her husband wasn’t getting the right introduction.

“You need to flick your wrist, let the crop do most of the work for you,” I said, helping her flick her wrist.

The husband tensed, but relaxed for the next one.

“Oh, ok, thank you,” she said, biting her lip.

They were so adorable, blushing and looking so damn innocent. I found myself lingering around them during the class. When we talked about anal and finding the men’s G-spot, the room grew hot with arousal. This is why I saved this for the last, usually after everyone was aroused it was hard to get people to pay attention.

The last thing on the agenda was helping the woman try on a harness with a dildo attached. Not every man enjoying being fucked, but I felt like this would be a good talkingpoint when the couples went home in case some men wanted to try it. Before I finished the class, I gave them some homework to try. I also told them if they had any questions, they could email me and that there were more classes offered at the local sex club.

The men got dressed as my eyes lingered on the attractive man and woman. Some of the couples came up to thank me andwhen the last new couple came up I grew suspicious the hot couple were friends of Vincent’s.

“Thank you for the class,” the woman said with her husband right behind her.

“My pleasure, I hope you were able to learn something to get started,” I said.

“You gave us a lot to think about and try,” the husband said with a big smile and a slight southern accent.

“Great. Like I said, if you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to email or even take another class,” I said, really hoping I got to see them again, even if it was just to admire them again. “Thank you for coming?—”

I left my sentence hanging, hoping they would give me their names.

“Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Camila, and this is my husband Luke,” she said, another blush making her chest and face flush.

“It was nice to meet you,” I said, remembering their names from the application.

“You too, we appreciate the class,” Luke said, grabbing Camila’s hand.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Goodnight,” I said, watching them leave and hoping this wasn’t the last time I ever saw them.

4

Camila

The car ride from the class was filled with tension. I didn’t know what I would be feeling, but arousal wasn’t one of them. Our instructor, Mistress Genevieve, was absolutely gorgeous; she exuded confidence and dominance. It was so powerful, it was hard to look her in the eye and not want to kneel for her. What would it be like to have that kind of power and confidence?

The motions of the class were easy to get through, albeit a little uncomfortable, but Luke’s reaction was worth it. Our homework was to go take a kink quiz and try something, whether it be kneeling in submission, tying our partner up or even impact play. It felt wrong to hurt Luke, but Genevieve said it wasn’t about inflicting an insurmountable amount of pain; it was about the dance between pleasure and pain.

My thighs rubbed together as I wondered what it would be like to see our instructor in action. She said she patronized the local sex club and it made me wonder if she participated in group play like Luke said he had seen in New York.

“Are you ok?” Luke’s voice brought me out of my vivid imagination.

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