Lesson 1

There was an immediate and thrilling sexual attraction between the two of us.    
And more than that, to which I was unaccustomed,    
we began both intellectual and emotional intercourse almost at once.    
Over a drink in a crowded bar,    
a man blew slow soulful music into a saxophone.    
Creating a seductive soundtrack to what I would later recognize as my first lesson with Sir.     
He began teaching me the pleasure in pleasing him.    
While talking, I could feel his eyes seeing deeper, farther into me.    
He wanted me, of that I was sure.    
I knew what wanting looked like.    
But this was different, these dark eyes staring into mine.    
Sir wanted inside me.    
And in all kinds of ways.    
Feeling vulnerable, and a little afraid, I stared back.    
And became willing prey.    
He handed me a tip for our musician.    
Said "Walk slowly love, I want to watch."    
My neck and face went hot.    
I stood up too fast, half knocking over my chair.    
Felt his strong hand grasp me firmly around my wrist.    
"No love, slow down, I wish to see you move, take an eternity."    
Something in his touch, his voice, had steadied me.    
So I rose slowly, giving him all of my body to see.    
I turned from him, but the effect of his eyes on me did not weaken.    
Knowing they were there, hot, penetrating, I became aware of all of me.      
The rhythm of sex in my hips as I walked.    
The silky slide of my dress over my tummy and legs as I moved.    
When I reached the stage, I turned, giving him my profile.    
Bent over so slowly, inhaling purposely, forcing my tits up and out.    
Lifting my ass up high, making my legs long.    
I dropped the tip in the jar.    
As I stood and turned back, I met Sirs eyes with a  soul shaking, almost gravitational pull, and shuddered.    
The force of it was dizzying, completely arousing me.    
I felt my cunt go wet, my nipples harden.    
I'm unsure how I made it back to him, maybe I floated.    
As I sat down, Sirs hand went up my dress and between my thighs, thanking me.    
I had never known anything as rewarding and needed as that touch.    
Until he whispered in my ear,    
"Good girl."