Blue Monday's Daring Blog

Blue Monday's Daring Blog

Here endeth the lesson...

My next tutorial was moved from the sofa to the bedroom. A reward for achievement. Good grades. My teacher wanted more room to spread out. More room for me to spread her out. Upon arrival she still wore the little business suit that gave her the authority of senior management. This time, though, high heeled boots. Suited and booted. My mistress. Perhaps encouraged by upmarket bed linen or as a sign of the shifting sands of time, she changed into her birthday suit. All my birthdays coming at once. All or nothing. For now it was all. But nothing was close.

I was now less innocent and in awe than I was at the start of these masterclasses. I had a certain confidence that came with familiarity. I was still besotted and extremely obedient but I occasionally took the initiative. From bottom of ... [more]

Teacher's Pet

About a month later, after I’d given up any hope of hearing from the business woman - my boss - ever again, a letter arrived. Typed as before and with specific instructions. I was to meet her on a specific day the following week at her flat, again at 4pm. I replied trying to sound cool and not like a gibbering, infantile, exultant school boy and arrangements were confirmed by post. I was again to be ‘discrete’……

As before she was mesmerising, beautiful and horny….and in charge. We sat on the same sofa and a similar seduction of the innocent took place. This time I was slightly more confident and didn’t fluff my lines. There was no over-excitement and my performance seemed to satisfy her. Literally. Her constant encouragement and very specific ... [more]

The Graduate

The letter was typed and quite formal. A professional lady liked my letter and wanted to meet me (no mention of the over-excited photo). By a very happy and quirky coincidence she lived on the outskirts of the very same London suburb as my university. Don’t you just love fate? I had to read the letter several (many) times to believe it was true. It was. Someone who was feminine wanted to check me out and get physical. My exultation was palpable. I took the letter with me while I visited a range of confectionery establishments in Purley and read it every 30 minutes just to convince myself that I wasn’t in the third dimension. I wasn’t. My sales that day were well below average. My heart rate and libido were well above.

It was that evening, as the initial excitement waned ... [more]


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