Date: Tue, 23 Sep 2008 22:21:22 +0100
From: tina foster <tinafosteruk@gmail.com>
Subject: Lifeclass - In Full Authoritarian/TV/Teen

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Lifeclass

His hands on his well-defined hips, Dominic had leant backwards, so as to
ease his aching muscles.

As he did so, he took the opportunity to quickly glance over his left
shoulder, at the semi-circle of people who were sitting behind him, `Yes,'
he thought to himself, ` he's at it again.'

It was Dominic's second time sitting for the class and he was becoming more
aware of each of the group members and the materials that they chose to
use: there was Mrs Peake, over sixty, blue-rinse and a gossip, she worked
in water colour; then there was `young' Mrs Jones, horn-rim glasses and
twin-set who looked like she should be a librarian, yet worked in a
children's nursery, she worked in charcoal; Mrs Grey and Mrs Wright could
both paint well and knew it; then there was Jean, the art classes
secretary, who worked both in pastels and water colour, who fussed over the
models, ensuring they were as comfortable as possible.

But the man that he had nicknamed `the major' was the real curio Dominic
thought, pulling on his blue towelling robe and drinking from the mug of
tea that Jean had brought for him minutes earlier.

Each picture of himself was viewed, for style and merit, by Dominic as he
padded round the small studio, finally arriving at the easel belonging to
`the major.'  Dominic had given James R. Burrows the name the first time
that he had modelled for the class - he just looked like a major, with his
well-trimmed `tache, greying side-burns and his clipped mode of speech.

He was authoritive, to the extent that on the first occasion sitting,
Dominic had sat srtaring at `the major', watching as his pencil had
transformed his paper into a visual representation of his masculine ideal,
waiting for the older man to shout `rest,' or `next pose.'

Three times that first sitting , Burrows had risen from his stool to stand
in front of the youth and tell him just exactly how he wanted him to
pose. And Dominic had found himself awaiting further commands, with an
indecent anticipation that he could not fathom.

Then, this session `the major' had not barked out any suggestions as to how
he had wanted Dominic to pose. Rather, he had deferred to the women's
suggestions every time, seeming content to simply drink in Dominics form
with his eyes, occasionally licking his top lip, as he feverishly worked
away at his pencil drawing.

Dominic had found himself surprised at his disappointment, as it was not
something he would of expected of himself; but there it was, he missed the
man telling him what to do, and that had puzzled the young man.

Now, after the two hours that he had been paid for were over Dominic had
stretched his aching muscles and begun to walk round the room. He had
looked at each picture in turn, until finally he stands to the side of
Burrows easel and work; and as Dominic admires the mans work he appreciates
the talent that the man posseses: this simple drawing was exquisite and
feeling this, he tells `the major' - not noticing the women packing away
their paints, brushes and easels.

Instead, he becomes aware of the mans conspiratorial smile; as their eyes
meet and questing fingers skirt over his right knee, sending a ripple of
undisguised pleasure down his spine, as the daring digits make contact with
his flesh. `The majors' fingers display an almost feather-like touch as
they drift higher and cause Dominic to catch his breath and his body to
stiffen a little, with the pleasant sensations they create.

"Do you want to earn a hundred pound lad ?" he asks Dominic quietly, his
eyes fixed fully on the young mans bright blue eyes, the easel covering his
actions, as his hand brushes against Dominics hard penis.

"Nice," Burrows murmurs, his hand now encompassing the young mans warm
flesh in his hand, almost as if he were testing it's weight: "Tell me lad,
you're a student and probably broke or you wouldn't be here, parading your
`bod for the blue rinse brigade ... "

To this Dominic just lowers his head, a light smile on his lips.

"So tell me," and Burrows pauses for dramatic effect, a move not wasted on
the young man, who now hangs on his every word, "how do you feel about
making some real money ?"

Dominic looks toward `the major' at the mention of `real money.'

"Well lad, are you interested ?" he is asked as the older mans hand moves
slowly back and forth, his gaze unbroken , as he pumps rhythmically.

They are alone and time stands still for Dominic, as he contemplates `the
majors' words and the strange emotions that they had produced within
himself. He closes his eyes and sighs with pleasure, as the hand working
his tumescent flesh increases its pressure upon him a little and then
hears, "Well lad ?"

Dominic opens his eyes; he has never been with a man before, but the idea
...  Swallowing hard he smiles and says, "How much did you say again Mr
Burrows ... " then swiftly adds, "... sir ?" to suggest his acquiescence to
the older man.

The masturbation ceases abruptly and `the major' stands away from his chair
and begins to pack away his own equipment. Already Burrows is back in
character, no longer the seducer, he was again the efficient authorative
man whom Dominic found so fascinating.

Then, removing a business card from a waistcoat pocket, Burrows hands it to
the younger man -

James R. Burrows esq;
- Captain (retired)

it says on one side, with the mans full address and telephone number on the
other side.

"Here," he tells Dominic, "one hundred pounds, for a couple of hours of
your time ..."

Smiling he pushes the card into the young mans robe pocket, saying, "Take
this ... and if you want to earn a hundred pound, them phone."

Dominic hears the emphasis on the word `earn' again and when he is finally
alone in the empty studio, the words came back to him, again and again,
`...earn a hundred pound.'

Much later in the night, Dominic lies in bed, still wide awake, as his mind
races with fresh memory of all of the events of that afternoon. At nineteen
he was still finding his own sexuality and what had happened, but hours
ago, had left his mind in a whirlpool of doubt and insecurity.

He remembers the older mans touch and how it had aroused him, made his
manhood harden and throb, with it's desire for fulfillment.

Dominic groans aloud, his frustration and indecision: "Should I phone ?" he
asks of himself, turning on the bedside lamp and dialling the number on the
card, as if he operates on automatic pilot.

Looking at the display on the clock/radio, Dominic registers the time, it
is one-thirty in the morning; `how will he respond to a phone-call at this
time of the morning ?' he thinks. But, he phones and makes his apologies,
delighting in the tone of the older mans voice as he speaks, "Ah, it is
Dominic ... yes, of course I excuse the lateness of the hour ... so ... I
take it that you have made a decision young man ?"

There, the moment has arrived and breathing deeply, Dominic says, "I want
to earn some ... " and as he breathes heavily, he pauses a second, before
adding, "proper money."

Then he adds, "But, how ?"

There is a tutting sound down the phone, as Dominic is berated for his
coarseness, after which `the major' giggles, saying, "You could of phrased
it a little bit more politely. But, I will forgive you dear boy ... after
all, I want us to become intimate friends ..."

As `the major' emphasizes the word `intimate,' Dominics heartbeat
increases, as his imagination races with the image of himself, naked,
kneeling before `the major' in homage to member, taking the warm flesh into
his mouth. then he is drwn from his reverie, by his fantasy master saying
to him, "... you have ?"

Dominic finds that he has to ask, "Er, sorry, sir, could you please repeat
that. I was distracted a moment."

There is laughter from James Burrows at this, then he asks, "Are you hard
boy ?"

Blushing profusely Dominic hears himself answer, as if he were somewhere
distant from his own self, as he mumbles his answer, "Yes."

This is so embarrassing, he thinks. He had never wanted anything like this
... But now, he wanted to be a mans toy, plaything, whore ...

"Don't be shy boy. In fact you'll find you'll be appreciated, I'm
sure. Now, I had asked you a question ... let me repeat it. Do you have a
fantasy, well, do you ?"

There is a palpable silence, once the question has been asked, over which
Dominic is sure that he can hear his own heartbeat. Then the question is
asked again and this time there is an insistent edge to Burrows voice as he
asks, "Well boy, do you have a fantasy ?"

Dominics mouth is dry and he considers ending the conversation here and
now, he is so embarrased.

But beneath all his trepidation over how this is progressing, he feels a
strong compulsion to answer.

"I want ... " he says, quietly.

"Yes boy, continue," Burrows promts, slowly and very deliberately, "talk to
me lad, tell me ?" He is aware of the effect he has on the youth, for he
believes that hears restrained desire in his trembling speech.. This had
been confirmed as he hears Dominic speak again, "I want to kneel at your
feet ... naked ... and ..."

"And then ?" Burrows asks, an excited edge to his voice as he speaks, for
is more than all that he had previously hoped for, was to carress this lads
flesh, whilst he'd pose for him, in complete privacy .. and now ... this
...

"and I'll earn my money by being your whore." There, he'd voiced his deire
and in so doing, Dominic finds the realization of his latent submissive
streak quite exhilerating.

"Well dear boy," Capt R Burrows ( retired ) says, "If that is what you
really want then we'll have to see what we can do to ful;fill you sweet
fantasy, eh boy ... Mmmm ?"

He pauses a few moment, to allow Dominic to absorb what he hears and adds,
"So tell me dear boy, are you free right now ? Do you want to earn some
money? Do you ?"

`Earn money,' the words race through Dominics mind and he answers, "Oh yes,
very much indeed."

"So," the older man say, heart beating fasrt, his phallus hard, "I will
meet you on the road out of town, by the roundabout, if you want. If you're
there by say, twelve midnight, then we can go to mine. Alright ?"

With that, James Burrows places the phone down , thus leaving the young man
to make up his own mind.

`Tonight is going to be special,' Domininic thought, walking toward toward
his late-night assignation, `I know this is what I want. What I need ...'
His thoughts swirled, with lust-driven images, so it was he did not notice
the sleek black BMW car, moving at a snails pace to his right. The
passenger windows winds down electronically and he hears a voice her
recognises, "Evening. Busy night tonight ? no, well how about some of your
time then ?"

Although Dominics stomach churns, he sounds confident, as he says "Times
money, sir ... " and smiles.

`Just saying it sounds arousing,' he had considered, suggestively rubbing
at his crotch.

"Well, I've got the money, if you've got the time." Burrows tells him,
leaning across the passenger seat and opening the door, his eyes quickly
raking over the youth's slim body and trying to imagine whether reality
might measure up against his fantasy.

"Oh, I have the time ..." he says, trying to sound seductive.

"Then why don't you get in," Burrows says, rapt is with Dominics youth and
beauty, "and we'll discuss who wants what. Eh?"

Dominic slides into the passenger seat, luxuriating in the plush upholstery
and the spacious legroom.

He closes the door and turn to his `client,' saying, `It's a hundred pound
and I'll do anything you want ..."

Burrows smiles to himself, ` the kid is eager to please, he thinks, `and he
seems to want it as much as me."

"Okay lad," that's a done deal." He takes out his wallet and counts out the
money in ten pound notes.

"There you go," he says to the very excited, but nervous young man.

"Thank you ..." Dominic murmers, as he buckles his seat belt and they drive
into the night.

The agony of dreaded expectation fills Dominic and finally he asks, "Is
there anything special that you might be wanting ... sir ?" As his `master'
turns red at the question, he smiles.

Burrows can feel the lad's eyes on him as he asks the question, so
declares, "To take you and use you."

Dominic smiles at this, he was to be this mans toy and plaything.

This was even more than he had envisaged and that knowledge thrills and
nourishes him.

"On the back seat, you'll find a sports bag. When we get to the house I
want you to change into what s in the bag ... while I make a phonecall to
an old friend."

He pauses, then says, "tell me, are you glad you came out tonight my boy ?"
"Oh yes ... sir !" the young man replies eagerly, smiling as the older man
puts his left hand on his right inner-thigh and gently squeezes, "That's
good."

Once at the house, James Burrows ushers Dominic into the front room, where
an open hearth fire burns and save for a small brass table-lamp, provides
the only illumination.

Burrows pours two whiskey's and walks upstairs, saying, "You get changed
now, alright ?"

Dominic opens the bag to find a black piece of material, a pair of white
french knickers and sheer, black hold-up stockings. Left alone, he drinks
his glass of whiskey and undresses hurriedly, excited to put the clothing
on. Then he waits.  Minute pass and finally Burrows enters the room.

"You look nice," he tells the young man, walking over to him, a warm smile
on his face, as he looks at Dominic, already wearing the short black dress
that had been in the bag. The dress is made from a stretch material and
just covers his buttock, leaving his stocking - tops and thigh exposed.

James has the young man parade up and down the room as he reclines on the
sofa.

"Oh my," announces Burrows, "you do look like the girl boy I wanted. That's
excellent. And the best is .."

he continues, running his right hand over Dominics pantie-clad buttocks,
"you're mine, to enjoy ... as you `pose' for me." Then he pats the empty
space next himelf, indicating that Dominic should sit.

"If tonight goes well," he tells the young man, "then I should have some
more business for you soon."

Burrows strokes the young mans thighs, taking delight in his acquiescence
to his touch and Dominic finds himself breathing more heavily in response
to the mans touch and becoming very pasasive.

"A friend of mine is having a birthday soon." Burrows pulls the young man
onto his lap, sliding his dress up around his waist. To his incredulity,
Dominic can feel the man stiffen beneath him, as he runs his hands up and
down the young mans thighs. "And I think I know the perfect present for
him," he adds.

Before long James takes the young mans face in his hands. Their lips meet
and Dominic closes his eyes, his lids fluttering. He opens his mouth as
Burrows tongue slowly but firmly slides inside his mouth and they enjoy a
long wet kiss, that leaves Dominic wanting more and Burrows, "Nice lips, my
girl."

His hands caress the young mans body, as he strokes his nipples through the
dress that he wears, teasing them to hardness and creating greater arousal
for Dominic, whose heart hammers in his chest, as he feels hands run up and
down his thighs, realizing his own delight at being here, for this mans
benefit.

"Tell me you want to serve me," he tells Dominic, who blushes a little,
then finds the courage to answer, "I really want to serve you, master," the
young says, quietly, but with certainty.

"You're going to be my please me, arn't you ? Be my slut, won't you ?"

"Yes master."

"Thats a good girl," Burrows tells him, as he runs his right hand over the
young mans nylon covered calves, enjoying their silken sheen and the young
man's submission.

"Come," he tells Dominic, "lie over my lap and then ... pardon the
expression my boy ..." he hesitates, taking a pause for breath, "... I want
you to lie there limp."

Then, smiling at his own pun he adds, "And you can pose there, for me, to
stroke and caress."

Dominic lies over the mans lap, content, his erection clad in feminine
frills, hard against Burrows and he is in ecstasy, as his master runs eager
hands over his legs. "Open your legs a little," he is told.

The young man opens his legs a little and wandering hands traverse upward,
until soon Burrows is cupping the young mans hardening erection. Then he
stands Dominic in front of himself.

His hands slide up under the dress and slowly he pulls the french panties
down. Dominic steps out of them.  James Burrows lifts the hem of the short
dress and looks at his throbbing penis, then he turns the young man round
so that his firm buttocks face him.

He tells Dominic to lie on the carpet with his backside thrust upwards and
he obey's immediately.

Looking down at the slim young man, dressed for him, James Burrows smiles
and kneels between his legs as Dominic can hear a zip being lowered and his
hard flesh pressed against his thighs.

Dominic holds still as the older mans hand kneads his flesh, then tenses
somewhat as he feels a questing finger slip beneath the elastic of the
panties right hand side.

Then he feels oil being spread around the entrance to his rectum and
fingertips circle his anal passage, very slowly and with insistent gentle
pressure, loosening his sphincter muscles, so as to gain entry.

The finger is held against the muscle of his sphincter and Dominic waits
with baited breath for what he will be told next; "C'mon my girl, lean
forward a little," Dominic bends at the waist, as bid. His action allows
the digit to enter him easily, an inch or so.

Then it is gone, withdrawn fast, leaving Dominic most aware of it's loss,
as his muscles return to normal.

The finger removed Dominic lies there, waiting.

He doesn't have to wait long and he feels burrows hard erection pressing at
the entry to his tight little hole.

As the older man enters him Dominic thinks, `This is filling me up ... and,
it's so-o-o o o good ... '

Inch by inch Burrows enters the youth, till he gives a final shove and his
pubic bone presses against him.

"I want this. I'm going to enjoy this," he whispers to the young mans ear,
clasping his buttocks in hand.

He starts to pump in and out slowly at first and Dominic relaxes, his
rectal muscles slacken and ease for Burrows penetration, who pistons faster
and harder with mounting excitement.

As he thrusts with longer, slower strokes, Dominic grasps at the carpet, in
pleasure and pain, his own erection rubbing against the thick pile
carpet. The young man thinks, `I'm his and I love it,' finding enjoyment in
his passive role.

Burrows grunts in exertion he twists and turns Dominic nipples, who sighs,
with the torture of his flesh, that produces such a sheer intensity of
pleasurable sensations.

Yet all too soon, for them both, Burrows climaxes, ejaculating his seed
deep into the young mans bowels and Dominic moans his gratitude, as the
penis inside pulses with each spurt.

After he finishes, Burrows stands and pours himself a glass of whiskey, as
Dominic lies on the carpet still, his buttocks up in the air, eyes closed
and drool at the corners of his slightly open mouth, as he can feel Burrows
sperm leaking from himself and down his thighs.

Kneeling by Dominics prone body, Burrows runs his right hand over the young
mans firm, sweat covered buttocks, allowing his fingertips to tease the
sensitive skin tissue around his slightly distended anal passage.

Then he stands, saying, "I'm going to make another phone call to my
friend."  Dominic looks upward with puzzlement on his face and Burrows
tells him, "His birthday is soon. And if you want to make some more money,
you could `pose' for him," he smiles adding, "Would you like that?"

"Oh yes ... sir !" the young man replies.

`Sure,' Dominic thinks, `my ass will hurt like hell tomorrow.'

But, he was now a hundred pound richer, with mention of yet another client
to come.

Lifeclass 2

Dominic watched the man cross the room, his erection hard, as Wendy
continued to wait for him, on all fours.

Peter walked across the room smiling broadly.

Kneeling by Wendy, he unclipped the leash from the collar.

"Sheba died," he said slowly, "And it's nice to find a use for this."

Peter looked down at Wendy's buttocks. He ran a hand over the youths flesh,
thinking, `A smooth bum and a leather leash -- the two were meant for one
another.'  "Okay," he said, "I want you to count out after each one."
Wendy looked back at Peter; eyes wide, as he held the metal clasp in the
palms of his hands and then, wrapped the leash once round his hand.

Striking his hand with the leash, Peter said, `this is going to hurt.'

It had.

Each blow upon Wendy's flesh had his breath racing, as he watched the
buttocks redder and redder.

SLAP! It came down hard again, with a sound that he'd enjoyed hearing.

He was breathing heavily, as he fastened the dog-collar around Wendy's
neck.

The stroking his bitches hair, he caressed Wendy's buttocks, teasing at the
tender sphincter muscles with the tip of the middle finger of his left
hand.

Abruptly, he pulled Wendy's head back by the hair; and at that moment,
inserting the finger-tip knuckle deep. Lubrication wasn't a problem there;
Wendy was moist already, so Peter slid a second finger in as well.

Pulling on the long brown hair, Peter drew the slut's moist lips to his
own.

Before Wendy could react, he pulled harder.

Wendy's mouth opened in a silent gasp of pain; and as he drove the fingers
back and forth, he looked into his whore's eyes, as he said: "The wife's
due home soon and I want to know that you've earnt your money!"

Peter thrust his rapacious tongue, for a moment, in time with his fingers.

And Wendy pushed anger eager, distended anus toward the driving fingers as
he swirled his tongue-tip, taking control.

And Wendy pushed an eager distended anus toward the driving fingers,
moaning loudly, in pain and pleasure: with passion.

Then Peter relaxed his hold on Wendy's head, only to slide his hand down to
the collar. He thrust a little harder, then before stilling his actions
Peter pulled a little on the collar, at the back of Wendy's neck.

Dominic was ecstatic; this man was treating Wendy exactly as he wanted, as
a slut-whore, to use and abuse.

Then Peter relaxed his hold on Wendy's head, only to slide his hand down to
the collar.

He thrust a little harder, before stilling his action.

Peter pulled on the collar a little more, at the back of Wendy's neck.

Wendy gasped, feeling full, excited and controlled.

He pulled the collar a little more and Wendy felt the leather harder
against sense-heightened flesh.

"You like don't you?" Peter asked, more than a little a little breathless
himself: he found it very arousing, to be so completely in charge of
another.

"She'll be home in twenty minutes," Peter stated, looking briefly briefly
at the ornate clock on the white-wood mantelpiece over the fire: "...and, I
want a number of you, so I can see you again, to punish you some more..."

Then, he slid his fingers out; thankfully slowly, Wendy thought,
appreciating this kindness. Wendy was sore.

"Now," he barked, "get yourself tidied up, while I get your money
together."

Wendy stood, on rubbery legs, feeling that the money had been earned, as
Peter intended: then began to straighten the black dress.

"You'll be needing this," Peter said, holding out the notes, which Wendy
accepted with a smile.

"Now, c'mon..." Peter began, "I was asking for your number back there,
before I realized what the time is! Can I have it?"

There was a pause, a silence: and, Dominic's hard erection throbbed with a
desire for release, as Wendy pulled the black panties up.He told Peter that
as long as Wendy could wear the collar home, then he could have Wendy's
number.

He told Peter that if his slut could wear the collar home, then he could
have Wendy's number.

Peter readily agreed to this, already planning what he might do to Wendy's
body, next time.

"You like your nipples being played with, don't you?" Peter asked, before
Wendy could speak.

"Er, yes..." was the reply, as Wendy donned the leather coat hurriedly.

In the hall Peter walked to the phone -- and then pen and pad next to it.

"Okay," he said, "gimmee that number."

Dominic knew he had been told not to do this; but, he wanted Wendy to feel
more of the pain, the loss of control to another.

"Good," Peter assured himself, "Now, we can do this again and take time
over it all then and take time over it all then..."

A hand on Wendy's shoulder and another on the shapely backside, he pushed:

"Now, go..."

The stockings were laddered and the dress stained: but, as Wendy walked
toward home, there was a smile on the hastily painted lips.

Wendy wanted to know more about his question about nipples, so had taken
too much time applying lipstick for Peter.

"She'll be home in a minute," Peter muttered, as he pulled Wendy away from
the hall-mirror and toward the front door, "You've got to go!"

Wendy opened the front door and stepped out into the night, in a strange
part of town; aware that `the Major' would not be pleased to know what had
happened.  But Dominic needed the money Wendy justified, thinking: "Now
I've two masters!"


Lifeclass 3

"You knew I'd be annoyed by you doing what you are, don't you?" `the Major'
asked the teen before him.

Dominic had begun to sweat profusely, anxious to assuage this mans rightful
anger, any way he knew how.

"Yes," the youth stammered. The classes had been expensive and his mentor
had been so generous.

"So, why do it?" the older man asked sternly.

"Because I ... needed the money?" Dominic replied. How could he explain the
habit he'd acquired and how Wendy helped him get what he needed?

"Well..." there was a pause, then `the Major' continued, "I heard about
your antics through a friend. He told me about a t.v. slut, willing ton the
streets..."

"I even saw the photographs..." Her snorted, in disgust.

Dominic thought quickly of the customers Wendy had posed for, wondering
which ones he meant.

"You owe me. You know that?" the man' voice was brittle-edged and Dominic
could hear that.

"Yes," the young man answered, butterflies dancing in the pit of his
stomach.

"You know I want to be paid back, don't you?" `the Major' sounded
authorative as he spoke and it was Dominic who heard his words; whilst it
was Wendy who answered.

"Yes... I know..." the voice was softer than Dominic's, it was Wendy: "And
I'll do anything to make it up to you!"

Wendy paused; a second then added suggestively, "Anything."

"You don't know what you're getting into you slut..." James Burrows told
Dominic.

`The Major' smiled, he had images in his mind, of what he intended for
Wendy, his teevee slut; thing's that he thought Dominic might enjoy.

"So tell me, what can I do for you?" Wendy asked, suddenly very aroused.

Burrows smile widened: this response was he had hoped for, after all.

"So maybe that's what we'll do?" `the Major' added, "you seem to like the
attention of those men you pose for. Well, for now on, you'll offer more
and what you'll earn.. I'll accept." And, he smiled.

Dominic balked at the smile and all it implied, while Wendy liked the idea
though.