Teach Me

Chapter 4

Despite working here for the past four years I'm still intimidated by The Midnight Hour Manor house; the grounds are extraordinary, every hedge is perfectly trimmed and exotic flowers decorate the lawns in various patterns. But it is the manor house itself that is remarkable, I believe at one point it was a castle but when part of it collapsed it was modernised into a glorious manor house for the rich and powerful. I pull up outside the front of the manor house and climb out of the car before handing my keys to the valet who nods politely at me. I ascend the small staircase leading into the main foyer of the building and everything is deathly quiet. The sessions must not have started yet.'Good evening Isabelle, room 3 is available for you' Felicity, the receptionist greets me 'that's perfect thanks. Where is everyone it's so quiet tonight' 'getting ready but a lot of people are in the bar. There's a new man tonight, he's gorgeous' Felicity fans herself causing me to laugh. She smiles back and I head upstairs to room 3 to drop off my suitcase. Flipping open my suitcase I fish out my outfit for later on then I slip on a black lace mask, I fix my make-up and make sure that my hair is still in gorgeous curls then I smooth out my burgundy silk dress and leave the room heading to the bar.Everyone looks gorgeous in their evening wear, all of the ladies are wearing cocktail dresses and the men are wearing dress shirts and suit trousers. 'Pink gin and lemonade please Max' I mention to the bartender when I reach the bar, 'coming right up Miss D'Jour' he attempts to impress me by throwing the bottle of gin and catching it but my attention is diverted to a group of girls in the corner huddled around a man. Must be the newbie. But before I can go and see who he is I'm drawn into a conversation with another person.'Ladies and gentleman, the show will commence in fifteen minutes. Can all of the performers please go and get ready' booms an announcement over the speakers. I rush out of the room and head back upstairs to room 3. I sit at the dressing table and slick my hair back before placing a wig cap over the top; I apply strong glue then attach my glamorous wavy auburn wig and fluff it up so that it oozes volume. I adjust my make-up so that it has more black and deep burgundy before coating my lashes with an extra coat of mascara to make them super long and full and adding on a simple pair of false eyelashes. My harlot red lipstick is reapplied and I smack my lips together and purse them in front of the mirror. Gone is the sweet and innocent teacher Isabelle Riviera; staring back at me is The Temptress Venus D'Jour.After sliding the spaghetti straps of my silk dress off my shoulders the dress ripples down my body and pools at my feet leaving me in just a pair of black lace Brazilian knickers. Kicking off my heels I grab my next outfit. A short black leather dress which just covers my backside and which laces up the front of the dress exposing a large amount of cleavage, with it I wear thigh high black leather boots. I stare at myself in the mirror as I tie my black lace mask around the back of my head, it always amazes me how I can look so different but I don't dwell on it instead I grab my riding crop from the bed and leave the room heading downstairs to the showroom.To the right of the staircase is a set of huge double oak doors with the word 'Showroom' glistening in gold on a plaque above the doors. I take a deep breath before knocking on the door, a panel slides to the side 'password?' the bouncer on the other side asks 'kinky boots' I reply before the doors unlock and open slowly to reveal the darkened room before me where lots of people are already inside performing.'Temptress, so good to see you' a young woman rushes up to me, 'Olga, hi. I've not seen you for a while' I enthuse 'I know I've been ill, the joys of the common cold' she grins as we make our way to the bar to grab ourselves a drink. 'Who's performing tonight?' I ask glancing around 'me, you, Sir Phillip and I think the new guy Sir Phoenix' she points towards a young man on a couch with his tongue down a busty woman's throat. I shake my head 'some people just can't wait.'I glance at the clock and realise that I'm on in just a few minutes so I rush behind the stage to get set up. I finish just as the Lord of the Manor enters the stage, 'ladies and gentlemen, would you please put your hands together for the first of tonight's performers. She is known to some as the Catwoman of BDSM with her fantastic whip skills, to others she is known as Little Red Riding Crop but we know her as the delicious dominatrix... The Temptress D'Jour' there is a thunderous applause as I make my way onto the stage. A sultry beat has filled the room and all eyes are on me. I always begin my sessions with a little burlesque dancing which always excites the crowd. 'Who would like to be my submissive for the night?' my voice is deeper and full of sensual promise and as I glance around most of the men and quite a few women have their hands raised; I stalk to the end of the stage and two men grasp my hands as I step down the two steps off the stage, kissing them gently before I begin making my way through the crowd feeling hands touching every inch of my body. Stopping momentarily I grasp a blonde woman by the back of her hair and pull her towards me, kissing her forcefully before pushing her away and moving along kissing other men and women as I go.Eventually I set my sights on a delicious looking man, tall, muscular, tanned and brunette. I stand flush against him and run my riding crop across his glistening pectorals, 'name?' I breathe to which he answers confidentially 'Jacque' I kiss him then slap him hard across the face 'Jacque what?' 'Jacque, Temptress' he almost whispers but I can tell that he's turned on as his pupils have dilated. I lead him back to the stage and handcuff his wrists before clipping them onto a hook suspended in the air so that his arms are fully extended above him, 'what's your safe word?' I ask quickly to which he replies 'cufflinks.' I nod my head and run my riding crop along his pectorals lightly slapping him as I go. With each bite of the crop I see his erection stir, 'do you like it when I hit you' 'yes temptress' he moans loudly as I hit him hard across the buttocks, the sound echoing around the room.'Would you like me to hit you harder' I grasp his hair and run my knee over his thigh and skim his erection 'yes...temptress' I slap him hard across the face then plunge my tongue into his awaiting mouth, by now his erection is straining against his underwear causing me to smirk. I sashay to the side of the stage and grab a flogger, wasting no time I strike Jacques on the back. He calls out in a mix of pleasure and pain. I repeat the sequence six more times then decide enough is enough so I drop the flogger and un-cuff him. He falls to his knees before me, I stand before him and place my boot clad foot on his shoulder 'kiss my boots' I command and without hesitation he kisses my boots numerous times.'Enough... You are my little play thing aren't you' I hiss pushing his shoulder with my foot 'yes Temptress' he gazes up at me 'I want to hear you say it' by this point I'm standing right in front of him 'I'm your little play thing' he groans in obvious arousal. I sit down on the chair in front of him 'well my little play thing I want you to lick my sex' I grab the back of his head and notice the wicked glint in his eye as his lips make contact with my sex, he pulls my underwear to the side and his tongue takes a leisurely path along the length of my sex before flicking his tongue over my clit causing a small moan to escape my throat. I hold his head in place as his tongue moves mercilessly over my sex and I can't help the moans and grunts that leave my mouth until finally I come gloriously, my entire body shaking.I stand and yank off Jacques' black leather underwear 'you have pleased me so now you shall be rewarded' I drop to my knees in front of him. 'Fuck you're so big. This is for your pleasure but do not cum in my mouth' I command before sliding his cock into my mouth and sucking greedily taking him right to the back of my throat. I pull him back out and lick the tip tasting the salty pre come that has already formed. My mouth and hands work in unison pleasuring him until I feel his thighs tighten so I pull him from my mouth but continue using my hands to toss him off until cum spurts out covering his abdomen, his body shakes as he rides out his orgasm. I stand up as he drops to his knees before me and kisses my boots once more 'thank you Temptress' he glances up at me through thick dark lashes and I smile down at him before he is escorted off the stage.Without another word I take a bow and am met by a thunderous applause as I leave the stage, hurrying to the bathroom so that I can sort out my appearance. Moments later from inside the bathroom I hear the host of the evening announce the next act, 'Zoltan Phoenix' the name doesn't sound familiar so I head back out and on the stage is the young man who had his tongue down a girls throat earlier at the bar.He looks delicious in just a pair of jeans, a tight white t-shirt and a black mask, he seeks out his first submissive, another attractive blonde with huge breasts wearing a pale pink short dress that stops mid-thigh and the tallest shoes I've ever seen. She only just makes it onto the stage before he tears off the dress and forces her onto her knees, before she has time to say anything he thrusts his dick into her mouth but even from this far away I can see that she loves to suck dick as the smile hasn't left her face. Sir Phoenix realises this and withdraws before dragging her to her feet by her hair, he roughly bends her forward and smacks her hard on the backside with his hand. She moans in pleasure but her eyes widen when she notices the cane he holds in his hand, he hits her once relatively lightly and she moans. With every strike he increases the intensity until finally she's screaming out in pain but still she doesn't safeword.Sir Phoenix stops and tenderly rubs her bright red backside then helps her to stand up before walking her backwards to a cross where he shackles her arms and legs apart until she in spread eagled, once there he grabs a vibrating wand and runs it along the length of her sex, he moves it over her stomach, between her breasts then across to one nipple then across to the other and back down to her clit. Her entire body is starting to shake and it's clear that she's close to orgasm but he denies her, he moves the wand away and waits until her body has stopped shaking before resuming the same torture again and again until she sags against the cross in obvious frustration and exhaustion but eventually he takes pity on her and allows her to come which she does violently, squirting over the floor with her eyes rolled back into her head.I can't stop watching the scene, I need to get ready for my next session but I can't help watch how amazing of a dominant he is to this woman. But I really do have to get ready.