Training Sessions - Part 5

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Per Mistress Eden's instructions, Charles has gone without an orgasm for the week leading up to his second date with Irina. To his delight, her easy acceptance of taking the more dominant role during their first date continues on the second. This time, though, they get a great deal naughtier together and Irina finds that being with Charles brings out this naughty, playful, somewhat controlling version of herself that they both really like.

Will Charles manage to contain his desire and make use of his submissive training, or will the need to climax overwhelm his desire to submit?

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"You're staring," Irina said, though her lips curled into a slight smile.

"Yeah, sorry." Charles looked away for a moment. "You're really beautiful, Irina."

Her lips blossomed into a full smile, showing off her perfect, pearly white teeth. She brushed some of her curly hair behind her ear and reached for her drink right as Charles felt her foot touch his leg underneath the table.

"You're really cute, Charles."

Her foot moved up his leg, coming to rest at his knee before inching up his thigh. He watched her smile and wondered if she'd actually push all the way between his legs to try and tease his loins, which were already alive with desire thanks to his having gone all week without an orgasm.

"You know, before you gave me a foot rub last week it had been years since a man had done that for me," she said. "I'd forgotten how nice it can feel and there was something...I don't know, something endearing about your eagerness to do it."

"I really liked making you feel good."

Her toes brushed against his crotch and he gripped the edge of the table while glancing around the restaurant to see if anyone had noticed. It seemed that Irina was being quite stealthy, though, as no one was looking their way.

"Have you always been that way?" she asked. "With past girlfriends, I mean."

"No, actually. It's...I don't know, I'm trying something new, I guess you could say."

"Maybe you should rub my foot under the table."

He reached down and found her foot between his legs. He watched pleasure dance across her face as he rubbed Irina like she requested.

"What inspired you to try something new, if you don't mind me asking? A bad break up, maybe?"

Charles wasn't ready to tell her that he had weekly training sessions with Mistress Eden and that her work revolved around turning him into the ideal submissive partner for a dominant woman. He was fairly certain that confessing the particulars of his sessions would put an immediate end to his relationship with Irina. He decided to tell a version of the truth, though.

"I've not had much success in relationships. I've dated, of course, but it never got very far and I started to wonder if that's because I'm just too...selfish, I guess. I wondered if maybe I'd have a great deal more success putting my date's needs first and perhaps by doing so I'd find my way to a very happy place where we both get what we want."

She placed her other foot between his legs and Charles rubbed it. His cock remained hard, in part because he was giving a foot massage in public and in part because a week without an orgasm was the longest he'd gone in years, maybe ever.

"So you didn't mind that I didn't take care of you last week?" she asked, referring to the fact that he'd made her cum but that she'd gone no further than teasing his cock a little through his pants.

"I hope it's not weird to say that I kind of liked that," he replied.

"It's not weird at all. I like a man that doesn't put pressure on a woman. I very much like a man that's more than happy to offer the kinds of things you offered last week without expecting an orgasm in return. In my experience, that's a very rare quality."

Charles found himself staring again, but he couldn't get over how beautiful she looked. From the moment she'd walked into the restaurant it struck him that Irina had put in more effort this week, that she'd carefully styled her curly hair, that she'd picked out a more fetching dress - this one made of lovely satin that hugged her body in all the right places - and that she'd probably put in that effort because she liked him. It made him want her, of course, but it also made him want to be submissive for her, to try and be the man that Mistress Eden was training him to be.

"I don't usually let a man go as far as you did on a first date," she said as Charles continued the under the table foot rub. "You were so good with your hands as you rubbed my feet and legs, though, and I got so turned on. I couldn't help myself, Charles. I suppose it helps that you seem like a kind soul."

"That's quite a compliment, Irina. I appreciate it."

"Can I confess something?" she asked.

He nodded.

Irina smiled at him, sipped her drink, and looked away for a moment, like she was nervous about the question that was clearly sitting right at the tip of her tongue.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Last week, when you were rubbing my feet...I thought about asking you to...to suck on my toes."

Charles felt his pulse quicken, though not because he wanted desperately to suck on her toes. It was something else, like Irina had just confessed to being at least a little bit kinky and the kinky part of Charles was eager to engage.

"If...if I'd asked, would you have done it?"

"Yes," he answered immediately. "Without hesitation." He immediately worried that he seemed too excited. "I'm not...I swear, I'm not a foot fetish guy. I know maybe you thought I was, but I'm not. I just...I would have done it because you asked me to do it, not because toes really turn me on."

She studied his face for a few seconds. "I believe you, Charles. I've actually dated a few foot guys. They're way different about foot rubs than you are. It's hard to describe, but it always seemed so obvious that the rub was entirely about them, not about me, and they were always trying to get me to rub my feet on their...well, between their legs. I'm pretty sure they always just saw the rub as a means to an end, with the end being their satisfaction, not mine."

"Your satisfaction is my goal."

She pushed her foot between his legs and rubbed his cock through his slacks, generating an unexpected volume of pleasure that put a smile on his face, though he tried his best not to oversell it should anyone else in the restaurant look his way.

"Assuming this date goes the way I hope it will, you'll be sucking my toes before the night is over," Irina explained. "I hope that's okay."

"I'm already looking forward to it."

She pulled her feet from between his legs and Charles was momentarily disappointed, at least until he saw the waiter approaching with their food, at which point he was thankful that Irina had a more watchful eye than he did.

They spent the rest of dinner getting to know each other outside of the pursuits of pleasure and Charles found himself utterly charmed by Irina. She was beautiful, of course, but she was smart and funny and lively, too, and when they got up from their table to leave he was overjoyed when she took his hand as they walked out of the restaurant.

They'd driven separately and Charles insisted that Irina give her valet ticket first. She smiled and pulled it from her slip but it fell from her hands before the young man could take it from her. He bent over to grab it, but Irina stopped him.

"Actually, my date will pick that up," she said.

The valet looked at Charles, who then looked at Irina.

"Would you pick that up for me?" she asked before flashing a quick, seductive smile.

"Of course."

Charles bent over, but Irina interrupted him.

"I'd prefer it if you got on your knees to pick it up," she said.

A deep sense of self-consciousness washed over Charles and he couldn't bring himself to look at either Irina or the valet. The tone in her voice made her intentions obvious, though. She was, to his surprise, testing his sense of submission, or something akin to that. The notion thrilled and terrified him, as an act of public submission was not something Charles had ever really engaged in. Even when he'd offered his submission to Mistress Eden at the bar he'd done so largely in the privacy of her car.

"Of course," Charles said as he dropped to his knees in front of Irina, picked up the valet ticket, and handed it to the young man standing just a few feet away.

The valet grabbed Irina's keys and ran off into the parking lot as Charles looked up at his date. She stepped closer, ran her fingers through his hair, and smiled. Her hand moved to the back of his head and she guided him closer until his cheek rested against her thigh. The soft satin of her dress felt soothing against his skin and he closed his eyes and let the sense of submission surround him.

"Stand up," she said softly.

Charles stood and Irina kissed him. He moved a hand through her beautiful curly hair and the other found her lower back and pulled her close. Irina's lips parted and she offered just a hint of tongue. He moaned and she grabbed his ass and squeezed it hard before smacking his bottom through his pants. It wasn't painful, but the surprise of the sudden strike was enough to make him moan into her mouth once more.

"That was so much more exciting than I thought it would be," she said. "I...I've never done something like that before. I wasn't sure you'd do it. I just...I thought about you saying that you would have sucked on my toes if I'd asked and then I...well, I watched the ticket fall to the ground and for reasons I can't really explain I just thought it would be really hot if you got on your knees to pick it up."

"It was hot," he replied. "Scary, too, but hot."

It looked like she was going to kiss him again, but the valet returned with her car so instead Irina kissed Charles on the cheek and said, "Do you remember where I live?"

He nodded.

"Good. Meet me there. Don't delay."

Charles watched her get in her car and gave his ticket to the valet, who offered a look that struck Charles as unquestionably judgmental. He didn't give a damn, though, as he was far too caught up in thinking about the fun he was going to have at Irina's. It didn't really even matter what form it took because it was almost certainly going to include submission of some kind and her having at least one orgasm.

Charles tipped generously before getting in his car, pulling up Irina's address in his maps app, and heading to her place.

Irina answered her door in a black satin robe tied at the waist. It featured a delicate lace trim and reached down to the middle of her thighs, leaving a wealth of smooth skin exposed. Charles noted that she'd paired it with heels and of course he couldn't help but wonder what she wore beneath it.

"Irina, you're stunning," he said as she stepped back, presumably so he could soak in her beauty.

"Yeah? You like it?"

"It's perfect in every way. Truly."

Charles wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms, kiss her deeply, loosen her robe, reveal whatever waited beneath it, and ravish his date. He knew better, though. He was being trained to be a good submissive and he was determined to put that training into action, so he waited to be invited inside, which Irina did by stepping aside.

She shut the door and Charles turned to face her. She smiled and tied the robe a little tighter.

"I think you should get on your knees again."

Charles dropped without hesitation this time and he looked up to see what he thought was a moment of intense arousal on Irina's face.

"I like doing what you tell me to do," he said.

"I know."

She stepped closer and inched one foot forward, slowly exposing her thigh as her robe parted.

"Kiss my leg. Softly."

Charles leaned in and pressed his lips against the warmth of her thigh. He inhaled through his nose and he was fairly certain he could smell her arousal, though he might merely have been hoping it was potent enough that he could detect it.

"It's amazing how good something as simple as a kiss can feel when the mood is right," Irina noted.

Irina pulled her robe open just a little more and Charles caught a glimpse of her panties, which looked delicate and lacy and exquisite. She quickly covered them up, though, and pointed to a spot on her thigh just a few inches from her pussy.

"Kiss," she said softly.

Charles moved his lips to the assigned spot and offered a soft kiss. He followed it with several more, moving just a little to one side and then the other to cover as much skin as possible.

"This is incredible," he said. "You're incredible. I'm so turned on."

Irina helped him to his feet and they kissed with such depth that Charles couldn't help but moan from the sheer power of his desire. Going so long without an orgasm was working against him in that moment and making it a great deal more difficult to maintain a submissive mindset. He knew that was the point of Mistress Eden's instruction, though. She wanted him to struggle with his submission and she was getting her way.

"You're so hard," Irina said.

Charles was certain that he saw her contemplate the wisdom of having sex with him. He might have merely been fantasizing, though, as he really wanted to have sex with her.

"I don't know if I've ever been this turned on," he confessed.

"Yeah?"

He nodded. "Absolutely."

Irina smiled. "Come."

He walked behind her as she led him past the living room, down the hallway, and into her bedroom. He noted the simplicity of her furnishings - a bed, a nightstand, and a dresser - and how impeccably clean it was, leading Charles to wonder if she'd planned on bringing him to her bedroom that night or if she was simply a fastidious woman.

"You're a good kisser, you know," she said while walking towards her bed.

"So are you."

Irina turned and untied her robe. It fell open, but only a few inches, leaving most of her torso hidden behind black satin. Charles stared at her stomach - there was something so alluring about just a fraction of it being exposed - and his gaze wandered to her breasts, or the small sliver of them he could see.

"I'd like you to kiss my stomach," she said.

Charles walked over and fell to his knees. He leaned in and his lips brushed against the black satin before finding the smooth, warm skin of her stomach just above her belly button. She ran her fingers through his hair and he moaned at her touch while kissing her stomach a handful of times.

Irina removed her robe, exposing the lace bra that held her perky breasts. Charles leaned back to glance between her legs and saw her pussy lips through her matching lace panties.

"You're perfect," he said softly and largely without thinking.

She chuckled. "I'm not perfect, but I do like hearing you say it."

He looked up and leaned in to kiss her stomach, this time beneath her belly button. He inhaled deeply and smelled a hint of perfume alongside what he knew was her wet pussy.

"You want to kiss me a little lower, don't you?" she asked.

"More than anything."

Irina smiled, turned, and crawled into her bed. She gathered her pillows and leaned them against the headboard. She sat and pointed to her feet. "I'd like a massage."

Charles got up and moved to the foot of the bed. He moved onto the mattress and positioned himself so he could hold her feet in his lap. He offered a massage while his eyes roamed over her body, generating an ever-increasing sense of desire in him. That, in turn, offered Charles a chance to practice his submission, to put his desire aside in favor of doing as Irina wanted, to rub her instead of trying to convince her to let him inside her. It proved far more difficult than he'd imagined.

As he fought off his primal desires, Charles heard Mistress Eden promising to punish or reward him during their next session based entirely on how he behaved on his date with Irina. It wasn't so much the punishment or reward that concerned him, though. Instead, he found himself focused on trying to be a good submissive, to adhere to the lessons she'd taught him in their time together.

"You should suck on my toes," Irina said softly and with a devilish smile.

Charles shifted his body to align his face with her feet and looked up at Irina as he took her big toe in his mouth. He found it difficult to maintain eye contact while sucking, but she seemed quite keen on it so he refused to look away, though he could feel himself blinking more than usual.

"Mmm, that feels so much better than I would have thought," she said before wiggling her toe in his mouth. "Use your tongue more."

He swirled his tongue around her toe and Irina ran a hand down her stomach and into her panties. A moment later she was masturbating as Charles sucked on her toe.

"Suck on the smaller ones," she instructed.

He released her big toe from his mouth and took the next two between his lips. He sucked hard on them. He swirled his tongue around them. She slipped her free hand into her bra and played with her breasts, moving from one to the other as he took her last two toes in his mouth, sucking on four at once.

"Oh my god," she said with a genuine sense of surprise in her voice. "I'm going to cum!"

Charles watched Irina cum as he sucked on her toes. It was the first time in his life he'd had such an experience and it proved far more exciting than he would have imagined.

Eventually, Irina pulled her foot away, wiped her wet toes on the comforter, and smiled at Charles. "That was unexpected," she said.

"Yeah?"

She nodded, moved to her knees, and crawled towards him in a slow, seductive manner. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, though, because the truth is, I've thought about you a lot since our last date. I like the way you make me feel...the way you're so eager to make me happy, to make me feel good. There's something intoxicating about it, which is why I was so turned on tonight, which is why I came so hard while you were...while you were sucking on my toes like that."

Irina kissed him before he could say anything. With their lips pressed together and their tongues dancing, Irina maneuvered their bodies so she was on her back and Charles was on top of her. She spread her legs and grabbed his ass as she moved her hips, silently encouraging him to grind against her. Charles didn't need much encouragement, though, as he was out of his mind with desire and grinding on the beautiful, lingerie-clad woman beneath him was an absolute dream.

"You want me, don't you?" she asked with obvious delight in her voice.

"More than anything."

He leaned in to kiss her but Irina slipped her fingers between them and pushed back gently. Charles felt a touch of frustration, but he pushed it away as quickly as possible and Irina smiled.

"Such a horny boy," she said.

"Yes. Fuck...yes, I am."

Her hand moved between their legs and into his pants. Her fingers found his cock and he moaned at the intense pleasure of the skin on skin touch. It was always exciting when a woman touched his dick for the first time, but this was far beyond that. This was magical. This was perfect.

"I'm not sure I've ever had such a horny boy in my bed," she said. "And I'm absolutely certain I've never had someone that's been so horny and yet so...compliant."

"I like doing as I'm told."

She looked surprised, but then she stroked his cock a little faster, kissed his neck, and moaned loudly, as if his words had turned her on.

"I've never heard a man utter those words," she whispered. "Fuck...get naked."

Charles backed out of the bed and stripped with speed. He moved to crawl on top of her once more, but Irina rolled over and out of her bed. She too stripped, though, and Charles stood and stared at her body, which struck him as utterly perfect, though it could have been the wild desire talking.

"I know the perfect thing for a horny boy," she said.

Charles found the term 'horny boy' strangely endearing, like she was being both playful and a little bit domineering. "What's that?"

"A cold shower, of course."

It wasn't anywhere near the list of things he'd hoped she would say, but Charles followed her to the bathroom. He watched her turn on the water. He stepped into it at her instruction. He'd hoped she would join him, but instead she hopped on the bathroom counter, spread her legs, and masturbated. The shower door was wide open so he had a perfect view as the shockingly cold water ran down his body.

"Stroke your cock for me," she said. "No cumming."

He masturbated at her instruction, stroking himself slowly as he watched her fingers disappear into her pussy as she rubbed her clit. He stared at her breasts and watched her grope them. His body was quite cold and he felt like he might soon begin shivering, but his cock was still hard as a rock and arousal still coursed through his body.

"The cold shower isn't working for my horny boy, is it?"

He shook his head.

She made a playfully sad face. "Aww, that's too bad. Maybe you should stop masturbating and come over here to use your tongue on me."

Charles happily hopped out of the shower and considered toweling off. Irina hadn't offered that instruction, though, so instead he dragged the bath mat in front of her, dropped to his knees, and leaned in to lick her clit. He slipped two fingers inside her, too, tending to her until she had a second orgasm while holding his head in both hands.

"I might be wrong, but I think a horny boy eats pussy better than anyone else. Fuck, that was so hot."

"I agree."

She leaned forward and looked down at his cock, which was still stiff with desire.

Then Irina took him by surprise. "What if I wanted to piss on you?" she asked.

Charles felt the shock. He felt his inability to answer. He felt the resistance kick in, as he had no desire to be peed on. Then, the words finally came. "I'd...I'd be willing to try that. In the shower, maybe."

She smiled. "How interesting. I don't want to pee on you, if I'm being honest, but I couldn't help but wonder how far you'd be willing to go. I guess I know."

He felt his body relax as relief washed over him. He probably would have done it, but he didn't want to.

"Stand up."

Charles stood and was immediately rewarded with the sensation of Irina's hand around his cock.

"I can't believe I asked you that," she said. "That's really not like me, if I'm being honest. Being with you, though...it's like something comes over me, like this different part of me wakes up. I mean, I swear, I've never called a guy a horny boy in my life, and yet I get all worked up saying it to you."

"I get worked up too."

She kissed his neck and stroked him. "Yeah? You like being my horny boy?" she whispered.

"Fuck...more than you can imagine."

The head of his cock was suddenly awash in warm and wetness. It was her pussy. An inch of him was in her pussy. Then it was out. Maybe it had been a mistake. Maybe it had been a tease. It was blissful, though. Utterly blissful.

"That felt really good."

"I'm sure it did. I'd like to have sex, too, as it's been quite a while for me."

He wanted to say that he found that hard to believe because Irina was so beautiful, but that wasn't really something a beautiful woman ever wanted to hear, at least as far as he knew.

"I think, instead, that we should both get in the shower. A real shower. I think I'll give you a handjob and give you an orgasm. Then you can show me what you're like when you're not a horny boy. Are you still willing to try and make me happy, or does it all go away once you've had your orgasm?"

"It won't go away."

She kissed him and stroked him. "We'll see."

Irina pushed him back and hopped off the bathroom counter. She turned the shower on and held her hand under the water until it warmed up. She stepped into the shower and he followed. She pushed him against the wall, kissed him, and jerked him off until his cum spurted from his cock, his body trembling from the pleasure as Irina kissed his neck and moaned about making her horny boy feel good.

The arousal disappeared as his cum ran down the drain. That wasn't going to stop Charles from being good, though. He would do whatever it took to make Irina happy because that's what he'd been trained to do. He knew he wasn't yet a perfect submissive - such a thing probably didn't exist - but his training from Mistress Eden helped Charles to understand that desire couldn't be the only fuel that a submissive ran on.

He would prove that he could be a good sub even after an orgasm. He would proudly report his progress during his next session with Mistress Eden, too, and with any luck she'd remember her promise to reward him.