Kate Educates Jacob #6

Judgement

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I helped tidy the room, feeling genuinely uncertain amid a tsunami of emotions.

I stood at the windows watching the storm outside in a precarious mood considering that my life could change now or this moment might become lost.

Kate dimmed the room lights, adding to the gravitas of my situation. She linked her arm with mine and smiled affectionately.

“Everything that happens next depends on you, Jacob.”

“I feel that we’re compatible.”

“We have matching needs and wants. That’s something to explore. Do you agree?”

“Yes, entirely, Kate.”

I was sure I wanted her, but felt uncertain about the next step, and Kate knew it. She held my hand, leaned in and brushed her lips to mine, sending lightning bolts from her tongue, creating a chain reaction that ignited my soul.

“We can date, if you’d like, but there’s something important I must deal with first.”

“My lie?”

“Yes.”

She didn’t look accusatory or seem angry, and I sensed she wanted to turn the page, making sure recent events didn’t stand in the way in our future.

“You’re good at building tension, Kate.”

“The choice is yours to make, Jacob.”

“And the decisions are yours to take?”

“Mostly, but we’ll do that together. Mine is the final say but I have our mutual interests in mind.”

“Fix the problem, please, Kate, punish me and end my suffering.”

“I’m glad you asked for redemption.”

I felt even more uncertain about the journey I’d embarked on, but knew Kate would lead me to a better place.

“I’d like to show you my secret place. After that, we can talk things through.”

She led me to the furthest end of her apartment and fished out a key from her trouser pocket, using it to open a wooden door much like any other. I thought it strange that she had a locked room in her home, but I walked into its pitch darkness confidently, anyway.

When Kate locked the door, I shivered, partly from the chilly air, but mostly because the room possessed a hollow, mysterious feel, igniting my senses.

I couldn’t see her in the darkness, but Kate’s scent was always nearby, comforting me. She turned a dimmer switch until the room glowed in a dull orange light and I was stunned by what I saw.

“This is where I come to relax. It’s a playground where I bring potential or current boyfriends to test, train or discipline them, have fun together and do other things.”

She squeezed my hand, and I knew Kate was excited. This was the essence of the woman, the manifestation of her lifestyle and an offer to me to join her in it.

I was being introduced to what made Kate tick.

When my eyes grew accustomed to the dim light, I picked out large objects in the room. There were ten pieces of equipment spaced evenly, like fitness stations in a gymnasium, but none of these were exercise machines.

Everything was silver, black or red, mostly leather clad, with wood, chains, and lots of stainless steel and spikes.

It’s a torture chamber.

The equipment looked pristine, gleaming in the room’s half light. I felt a thrill and shivered with anticipation. I knew this was Kate’s dungeon, and that she’d invited me here for a purpose. My body chemistry spiked way past arousal and I felt her powerful aura connect with mine.

“I like this room.”

“That’s a great start. Other men, some women too, have run for the door by now.”

“It’s a dungeon.”

“Yes, but you needn’t be afraid here, Jacob. Nothing happens in this room unless you want it to, sometimes you’ll even beg.”

“I’m not afraid.”

“Of anything? Me, for example.”

“I’m not afraid of you at all, Kate.”

“Good, I don’t want a frightened or weak man on my hands.”

“I don’t want to let you down.”

“Will you?”

“No.”

“Then you have nothing to fear.”

“You can depend on me, I promise.”

“Oh, Jacob, that's lovely. I won’t let you down either.”

Kate hugged me, squeezing both of my hands powerfully, and I could tell she was as swept up with her emotions as I was with mine.

“Are we moving too quickly, Kate?”

She chuckled.

“Said no man ever, Jacob.”

“It's not that I don’t want to. I don’t understand why I said that.”

“You said you were tired of meaningless dates.”

“I am.”

“We have a problem to fix, right?”

“Yes, we do.”

“Do you understand why?”

“To put my lie behind us.”

“Never to be mentioned hereafter.”

“Yes.”

“Shall we continue, then?”

“Yes, please.”

The nearest equipment station was a mesh bed swing, suspended from the ceiling with supporting straps for ankle and wrist restraints. It had three large fabric cross beams of varying widths to hold someone’s head, back, and backside.

The strap system dangled suggestively from a massive hook above. A powerful spring on the main rope meant someone locked into the swing could bounce gently, presumably while being licked, fucked, or when sucking someone else off in comfort.

“I designed this dungeon to test and develop my relationships. It’s a place for correction, encouragement, punishment, and training. Above all, it’s about having fun.”

Kate delighted in my surprise, linking her arm playfully through mine, marching me casually on a tour of her pleasure dome, pointing at different toys and equipment, then explaining their use.

“What’s the chalkboard for?”

“Doing lines, just like in school. You know, like Jacob must not swear.”

“Sorry about that, I’ll try harder.”

“You will and I’ll help you remember.”

She smiled naughtily as though correcting me would be her pleasure.

She led me to the next station, and I marvelled at a huge polished wooden barrel mounted on a foot tall concrete plinth. There were various metal rings embedded in the wood and concrete with a bucket full of straps, cuffs, and chains nearby.

“My submissive, you perhaps, would lay across this cask for a flogging or spanking.”

I didn’t ask her about the rubber phallus embedded on top, into the wood at one end. Two cycling style drop bars in front of it spoke volumes and the picture in my mind’s eye drove my sexual desire to new heights. I could more or less guess how someone might ride the barrel.

On the wall, she’d neatly pinned two rows of spanking paddles in their size and type order. Leather ones were on top, wooden below. Kate had stacked an assortment of canes and riding crops on a shelf, with whips hung from brass hooks on the underside.

We strolled past a glass-fronted cabinet filled with dozens of dildos, plugs, and vibrators of varying sizes and shapes. Everything was arranged neatly and looked new.

“Spanking and wanking.”

“You have a lot of toys.”

“There is a lot of spanking and some wanking involved in being my boyfriend.”

Kate laughed loudly, holding me close so that I knew she was joking.

“I’ve never been spanked.”

“Would you like to be?”

“Yes, please.”

“Would you like me to spank you, perhaps put you across my knee like a naughty boy, Jacob?”

“God… yes, please.”

I was warming up to her lifestyle, imagining what I could while excited by what I couldn’t.

“The ones with holes drilled through them allow air to pass for a faster and more accurate swing.”

“I’m sure it’s painful.”

“Spanking helps us both, spanker and spankee. A good thrashing eases tension, grants absolution, and vents frustration. Those paddles can sort out a moment of poor behaviour, a bitter disagreement between us, or settle a bout of anxiety in a matter of minutes. A short and sharp event means we can move on.”

“Are you a dominatrix?”

Kate looked amused.

“That’s usually a professional Jacob. Since I’m not paid by my boyfriends, I prefer you simply acknowledge that Kate’s in charge and all of this helps both of us.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

I had completely forgotten to ask.

“I’m looking for the right candidate.”

“Are you close to finding someone?”

“It’s looking promising right now.”

She winked suggestively. I’d stopped trying to mask my arousal, there was no way to avoid a jackhammer pounding to escape my jeans.

“How will you punish me, Kate?”

I felt curious as we passed each piece of equipment, realising she had many options.

With the revelation of Kate’s dungeon and her reference to ‘punishment,’ I guessed I had a challenge coming. It was one I felt determined to meet head on and overcome.

“You lied to me, Jacob. If you want to earn a first date and my trust, then you need a clean slate or there’s no future for us. We have to reset our relationship. You will be in my hands, can you understand that?”

She studied me. This was a first, crucial test, and Kate clearly hoped I would choose wisely.

“It’s true, I lied, and I’ve felt awful since that.”

Kate looked relieved.

“That’s good, and it’s what all this is for. To fix that problem and resolve any negative feelings we both have.”

She waved her hand expansively throughout the room, forcing me to take in its chilling contents. I felt an invisible force spur me onwards, invoking emotions I’d never experienced.

“Will you be spanking me?”

My erection raged at the thought of being disciplined by Kate in her pleasure paradise. I felt torn between desire and fear, but underpinning everything was a deep urge to please this incredible woman and be near her.

“That’s one way to deal with your lie, although I think you’d be getting off lightly, and that’s not good for either of us. I always end a successful first date with a spanking, anyway.

“I will thrash you mildly while setting out our relationship rules, boundaries, and expectations. It’s not a punishment.”

I processed what she said, understanding and nodding. Nothing worried me so much that I wanted to run.

“I carry a hairbrush in my bag to thrash you whenever necessary.”

She fished out an elegant mahogany hairbrush from her bag, roughly eight inches long. Its handle was exquisitely carved, with wooden furrows in rows to aid the users’ grip. The back side was thick, flat, solid and weighty.

Kate swished her weapon playfully, spanking the air, grinning at me mischievously.

“This is far better therapy than either of us holding onto a grudge.”

“What should I do? I’d like to start, please. If that’s okay.”

“We’ll deal with first date orientation later, but first I must fix the lie. They are separate issues, I can deal with both, but it won’t be a discussion or negotiation any more.”

“Understood, anything else I should know, please?”

“You must be totally obedient, so if you want me to forgive and evaluate you, then it’s my rules. Please think carefully, because you can walk away now, or in the future with nothing more said.”

“I want you, Kate.”

I was ready to submit to her completely. I don’t know why, but I descended slowly and respectfully onto one knee, bowing my head as the knight in the print on her wall had.

“I’ll do anything to win your approval and repair the damage.”

She walked towards me, her face filled with affection, cradling my chin in her hand, forcing me gently upwards onto my feet. Kate beamed at me with an expression of pride mixed with pleasure.

“Let’s begin. It’s going to be a long night, darling. We’ve much work ahead of us.”

“Yes, Kate.”

“Good boy, now strip off your clothes.”

Kate remained clothed, spectating while I undressed at her command. I folded everything neatly, stacking them on a nearby chair. The dungeon felt chilly, and my toned muscles rippled when I shivered, cold, and utterly thrilled.

She drew the panorama window curtains open, reassuring me that nobody could see through the tinted glass from the other side.

The storm added gravitas to my redemption ritual and a carnal quality to her intended chastisement. Rumbling thunder lifted the atmosphere of Kate’s dungeon to a mysterious and foreboding level. When a bolt of lightning struck nearby, its electric streak highlighted everything for a split second, casting shadows that delighted her and excited me.

Kate had triggered my primal instincts. I was hunting a sensational woman using obedience to attract, strength to impress and devotion to fulfil her desire.

I shall win this prize of a woman.

I felt powerful, my muscles rippled and adrenaline coursed my veins, preparing me for any physical challenge. I felt like a warrior commended by my queen.

I would prevail because I was determined and Kate wanted me to win her.

I noticed a wooden rack nearby that would be at home in a mediaeval collection at a museum or castle. Its steel cogs, handles, shackles, and chains were highly polished and looked terrifying. I was at a fever pitch, possessed by my body chemistry, and wanted to throw myself on and go for a spin, but I knew it would displease Kate if I jumped the gun.

Fully naked, I covered my erection for as long as I could, standing behind a chair, using my hands as a fig leaf.

Kate approached, firmly gripped my cock and led me into the open for her better view. I stood defenceless, with my arms at my sides, completely vulnerable and proudly erect.

Kate circled me like a soaring eagle, inspecting and making mental notes as if I were her prey. I didn’t follow her, confident she wanted a strong and obedient, rather than timid, fawning man.

I know you’ll like what you see.

When she returned to my front, her expression gave away how much I had impressed her, and I felt proud, posing, tensing muscles, enticing her to take and own me.

“You have a perfect body, Jacob.”

“Thank you.”

She purred, sidling closer to slide a knee under my balls while squeezing my biceps and shoulders. Kate trailed her fingernails down my back, landing on, then stroking my butt cheeks, before burying them deep enough to sting and stimulate, without drawing blood.

My cock throbbed as hard as steel, poking into her six pack. I felt copious pre-cum lubricated its glans, gathering in the folds of my foreskin like a flood before breaking out and dribbling to the floor.

Kate noticed the growing mess pooling on her highly polished wooden parquet floor.

“I’m definitely going to have trouble accommodating you.”

“Oh?”

“We’ll need a larger cock cage if we ever play with chastity. You’re a big boy, but then I knew that from Tiffany’s silly outburst.”

She smiled at me.

“I thought you meant…”

“Don’t worry about that. I can handle your length and girth inside of me. I hope we get there, what girl wouldn’t?”

Kate stepped back to openly and hungrily admire my cock.

“I’ll order a few things to your size if you pass these tests and still wish to continue.”

She moved in again, rubbing herself against my naked body, teasing my nostrils with her fragrance. Kate slid her hand down my cock in a velvet motion, stroking my balls, tapping each with a long, sharp fingernail.

She cupped my shaft and moved her palm up the underside of my cock, thumbing the banjo string before pinching my glans then squeezing my foreskin between forefinger and thumb, drawing more pre-cum, as if milking me.

“Ooooh, that’s fu-”

“Nice, Jacob?”

“Yes.”

I dribbled slimy cum onto the floor liberally. Kate giggled as she tried to grip my shaft at its base.

“I can’t get my fingers all the way around your cock, you have such a wonderful gift for me.”

Kate looked down at her polished wooden parquet floor and then back up, locking my eyes with hers, smiling cheekily.

“Clean that up, Jacob. I don’t like a mess and you better get used to tidying up after yourself.”

I didn’t dare challenge or ask how I should clean, there were no dusters or mops in the room but I knew instinctively what Kate meant. I dropped to my knees and slid my tongue towards the glistening droplets of my cum pooled on the floor.

My seed smelled overpowering and musky, like an unruly stallion desperate to run free. I’d never tasted a man’s cum before, so it scared me shitless.

I was determined to please Kate, and ploughed in, lapping up my salty, slimy man juice mess, swallowing it as I went. The taste was sensational, burned my tongue and I licked enthusiastically until her dungeon floor was clean.

“Good job Jacob, I’m pleased you clean up so well.”

Kate was genuinely complimentary and encouraging. I’d always believed that a dominant partner might be cruel and resort to bullying, but her behaviour and care for me was far from that.

She was kind, determined to rule our relationship, and clear on how that would be achieved while remaining patient.

I could tell I’d pleased her, and my heart soared. Kate stooped low, inspecting the floor, collected a drop I’d missed on her index finger, and offered it to me. I sucked my cum from her digit without question and never felt happier.

“Sorry, Kate.”

“I’m not cruel, and it was an honest mistake. I’m here to help you, a guide to build a better you, my dear.”

Kate strolled away to the far end of the room, attending to a large inverted V shaped leather bed the size of a gymnasium vaulting horse. After a few minutes, she beckoned for me to join her.

“I need you to lie down here, Jacob. Before we start, I want to be clear that at any point, if you tell me to stop, using any means you wish, be it waving, shouting ‘stop’, ‘cease’ or otherwise, then I’ll release you immediately. We won’t have a safe word yet, but we’ll get to one later if things work out.”

If things work out? It was her challenge for me. Okay, we’ll see!

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