Masochist me/Sex training/Erogenous zones

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We all sat down, ready for the next class, after handing in our notes on sensitive spots, on how being touched in different spots made us feel, and how it felt touching our partner in different spots. My bruises were mostly healed from my...erotic...night from the last class.

"Okay, lets start where we left off last class. Everyone has these erogenous zones." He held up the stack of papers. "As many of you will have noted in your observations. An erogenous zone is basically parts of the body that are most responsive to touch." He pulled up a powerpoint, the first containing pictures of a penis and vagina. "These are the primary erogenous zones. Here, the nerve endings are concentrated. The head of the penis," he said, pointing to the picture of the penis, the soft, spongy tissue of the circumcised head, "for men. And the clitoris," This time he pointed at the little bump between the lips of the vagina, "for women. We will explore these spots today, but first we will discuss the secondary erogenous zones."

He changed the slide. "First, we start with the feet. As discussed last class, the feet are actually a more intimate place that we usually think of. Very few people would go out in public showing their vagina or penis, which is obvious, but at the same time, very few people would go out in public showing their feet. You might tease them, wearing sandals, open toed pumps, something like that, just as women might go out showing cleavage, or men might go out showing some chest hair. But is there anyone here who would feel completely comfortable running around without shoes at all?" Everyone shook their head no. "Part of it stems from protection, protecting the base of our feet from harm. Broken glass, nails, hot pavement. So, we learn socially that the feet need to be covered, at least to some point. This conditions us that our exposed feet are more intimate. It all falls back to our social conditioning. Coupled with this, parts of the feet are incredibly sensitive. This is because the sensations that come from the feet stimulate a large area of the brain. Stimulating feet and toes can be very powerful for intimacy. Next time you are with a partner, try giving them a foot massage."

"Next, we have the back. A rich tapestry of unbroken skin. The spine is sensitive, as this is the way your brain communicates with your body. Trace a finger down it, or give your lover soft kisses. If your partner gasps or moans, well, you know that is a good spot. The small of the back also has many nerve endings, allowing more sensation. A back massage can help relax and stimulate your partner. It not only releases tension, but also increases blood flow to the pelvic region. And, you know what that means." With this, he gave the class a wink.

"On the opposite side, we have the stomach. This is also an erogenous zone most people do not think about. Sensual messages can help increase the level of intimacy. And guys, some women can even orgasm just through flexing her abdominal muscles. For you women, I understand that your body image can get in the way. Remember, you are with someone you already trust enough to let get to this level. Try not to focus on what you think your stomach looks like, and instead focus on how good your partner is making you feel when he goes for this spot. Your own body image can get in the way of great sex. Same for you guys. I know we all worry about our beer belly, while we wished we had a six pack. Obviously, our partner is already interested in you. Don't dwell on if you are a model or, well, just an average guy."

"The butt is the next erogenous zone. However, the treatment varies widely. Some enjoy a lighter, more sensitive touch, while others may prefer a heavier touch." He looked right at me when saying the last. Fortunately, he tended to look from student to student, so I doubted anyone else understood the significance of looking at me right as he said it. "Caress it, squeeze it. Maybe even spank it. Just like the stomach, you need to put away your self image hangups and instead focus on the actual sensation. But remember, it is better to talk to your partner, find out if they prefer a lighter touch, or more heavy handed."

"Then, we have knees and elbows. I understand, these are not the most attractive parts of the body, but they are full of nerve endings on the undersides. However, if your partner is ticklish, don't push it. In that case, try a firmer touch, rather than a light caress. Kiss them, or massage them gently."

He paused, the started lecturing again. "And remember, the biggest erogenous zone is the human mind. Humans are one of the only animals that have sex for pleasure. This is also the hardest to understand. Listen to your partner. Talk to them. Attraction starts in the brain. Intimacy is more than the simple act of sex. It is about the sensations, about how we feel, about ourselves, our partners. Any spot is a potential erogenous zone. What I mention are only the most common. And for all the women in the class, here is a little extra. Most men's nipples are also sensitive. Don't be afraid to return his favor."

Most of the women laughed at that, given how fixated men tended to be on women's breasts and nipples.

"Today, we will experiment with the primary erogenous zones. Last class, you got to test each other's bodies, to have your bodies tested. Today, we will move that to the final step. Everyone, please remove your bottom garments."

"Umm, bottom garments? You mean, take off our pants?" One of the women asked.

"No, I mean take off everything, so your genitals are completely uncovered. Remove your pants, or skirts," he said, including the one woman who wore a skirt. "And remove your underwear. You will keep your shirt on. You can remove your shoes if you want, or put them back on after you have removed your other garments."

Suddenly, everyone seemed quiet, and embarrassed. I guess, since I was used to humiliation, and even liked it, had no problem going first. Soon, I found myself completely naked from the waist down in front of all the other students, the teacher the same. As if that broke the spell, others started taking off their shoes, pants, underwear. I was secretly happy to see what reaction I had on some of the first guys. Well, at least I assumed it was for me, since I will the only person they had seen exposed before they finished. Unless it was for the teacher...

Sadly, the lesson never got to the 'spanking' part. Of course, it was not really bad by itself.

"Now, it is time for the hands on. Please note the plastic at the front of the class." He pointed at little plastic mats, one for each couple. "For this, each one of you will take time to stimulate your partner's primary erogenous zone. The goal is to stimulate it to the point of orgasm. Sorry, this is a class, so there will be some expectations. As normal, I expect you to be honest with your partner. If it doesn't feel right, then ask them to do it differently. Guide them. I also expect you to tell your partner what you are feeling, providing feedback. Sorry, I know everyone has different tastes and preferences, and that sometimes it will be harder to...complete the assignment...within certain boundaries. During this, you will not engage in dirty talk. You will simply tell your partner exactly what you feel, to the best of your ability, and what you need him or her to do. Don't worry, if something slips out, I will not penalize you, or anything like that. This is to learn about each other's primary erogenous zone, see what your partner likes, dislikes, and explore yourself. Some satisfaction hopefully guaranteed." He gave us another wink. "There is lube over there," he said, pointing that way, "and disinfectant over there," he said, pointing to a bottle of, well, something, that was apparently disinfectant. "This will be stimulation by hand only, so I do not want to see any oral or penetration. Me and my partner will be participating, just like the rest of you. And, you need to try to take mental note. It is better if you are taking notes during, but I understand that this may not work for you. I will leave that up to you. Either way, I expect a report on what your partner tried, and how each step tried felt, and how it worked or didn't work. Did she squeeze to hard? Did he push too hard? Was a light touch better, or worse? Were you able to finish your partner? Oh, and guys. Sorry, but you will need to wear condoms for this. You can find them over there," he said, pointing at a different table.

Each partner selected who got to go first. Soon, plenty of noise outside of talking was taking place. The teacher settled between my legs, and I was acutely aware of others around me. Then again, it didn't matter, as they all had their own partners to attend to. He started by rubbing my vagina, slowly, each stroke tickling the outer lips. "I first start by exciting the vagina," he said, not loudly, but in a voice that was able to be heard by everyone. He slowly pushed in, a little harder each time. "Once it is excited, I start warming it up to penetration. I will not be actually engaging in sexual intercourse, but it still reacts with that expectation. It allows the female to begin self lubrication. Normally we will engage in foreplay, that will also start the lubrication process, but in this case, I will need to focus on making the vagina ready without the foreplay." By the time his finger entered me, just the tip, I was wet and ready. "Now I am just describing what I am doing, you do not need to do the same. Again, let your partner guide you." This time, he spoke lower, to me only. "You need to start telling me the sensations and feelings each of these things evoke."

With his finger wet from its penetration of my pussy, he brought it up to my clitoral hood. "It feels good so far," I said, not sure what to say. "I feel heat between my legs, feel the wetness down there. But, it feels more like teasing." He applied a slight pressure to the hood. I responded with, "Not so teasing now."

He rubbed softly. "I can feel pressure, I mean, from my pussy." He rubbed in little circles, keeping the pressure steady, the rhythm steady. "It isn't enough. Please, harder."

With that, he pushed harder. I could hear the others talking, but it was like a muted buzz. He started talking again, in a way to let the class know his steps. "As asked, I have started pressing the clitoris harder, but not too hard. It is sensitive, and too much pressure can either overwhelm or hurt a woman." His finger moved, my clit firmly under it.

"It feels good, but...more. It is not enough." With that, he pushed it against my pelvis bone, increasing the pressure. I could feel my response. It felt, wonderful. My body quivered under him, his finger playing my sensitive little button expertly. "Hit me, please. Spank me. Oh, I need more!" I cried out, longing to feel his hands around my throat. Longing to feel the sting of the slap. Longing to feel the bite of the nipple. "No," he said. I wanted to scream at him, it wasn't enough. I could feel myself close. But not enough. The pressure just got worse and worse. A sneeze that would tease you, but never come. I grabbed his free hand, bringing it to my throat. I tried to make him squeeze. "Slap me! Spit on me! Call me your fucking dog. I am a worthless whore. I can't, I can't," I couldn't get rid of the feeling. Like I wanted to explode, but there was no release. I wrapped my hands around my own breasts. I felt my nails digging into the skin, then, I shoved my hands down, hard, leaving red furrows in my skin. I felt my skin burning, searing, under them. I screamed as the pain hit my brain. I screamed as my pussy spasmed. I felt myself go over the edge, felt my pussy constrict as I the pressure finally transformed into bliss. Once I recovered, I looked down, at the horror on his face, at the rest of the class staring at me, their faces showing such a range of emotions. Confusion, fear, horror. I looked at my stomach, where I had gouged furrows across my skin. My breasts, red, angry lines running along them at the sides. I could see a little blood pool, where my nails had ripped away the skin, rather than just scrape it. The damage wasn't bad, but it hurt. "I climaxed," I told him. "Now I guess we should switch?" I didn't understand why everyone was looking at me like that.

"But...your bleeding," said one of the other students, looking at me with both worry and with a look like you might give some dangerous animal.

"Oh, it's okay," I said. "I get hurt alot." The teacher shook his head. "Let me get you cleaned up, then I need to take you to the nurses office." With that, he gathered up some cotton swabs, the antiseptic, and started cleaning my scrapes. The wounds were not very bad. I had done worse to myself. But he still fussed over them, treating me like some fragile glass figure, wrapping me up. I noticed no one else was doing anything any further. He dressed, then helped me up so I could dress. "For the rest of you, I will be back soon. Please continue. Remember, no mouth to genital or genital to genital contact. Once I get back, we will discuss your findings."

With that, he led me out of the room. "I am sorry. I did not expect you to try to do something to yourself. I was hoping that I would be able to help you orgasm without pain, to prove to you that it is possible." He hesitated. "I still am not sure. Unfortunately, based on this, I am going to require you to attend counseling. Who knows, maybe you are one of the rare cases, but that needs to be answered. For you, not me," he said, trying to reassure me. "And, I think I may need to explain to the rest of the class a bit about certain edge cases, where sexual release is not normal. I only say this to you because I do not want you to feel singled out. But, they need to understand what just happened in there. Since this is beyond what we normally have in class, and since this is information that is more personal to you, I want to see if you are okay with it."

I thought about it. Basically, it seemed he wanted to tell them I was a freak so they wouldn't freak out about what just happened. I felt...distanced...again. I finally nodded yes. We walked in silence. I didn't really like how much of a freak I was. I couldn't do anything about it, other than try to pretend I was normal, but I hated being so...isolated...misunderstood. I didn't really have much to say, as I tried to keep the tears out of my eyes. This was one reason why being an escort appealed to me. Maybe, through all the many clients, I could find others who understood me. And maybe even liked the way I was, without having to pretend.

He came into the nurses office with me, sat with me until the nurse came. He explained what happened. "Please use your best judgement. If she is okay to come back to class, please send her back. If I do not see her in class, I will stop by after to check on her." The nurse nodded, and bustled me off in all professionalism. She asked what happened, but I held my tongue, not wanting anyone else to know what a freak I was. I didn't want to make it worse on myself or my teacher.

I came back, and was greeted with silence from the other students. Not sure what to say, I blurted out, "Sorry if I did anything wrong..." I sat down in my seat, feeling utterly humiliated.

The instructor quickly stated, "No, you didn't do anything wrong." He then turned to the class and started discussing a little of what happened. That some people had different tastes or preferences, enjoyed different things, and that it was nothing unusual, or wrong, or bad. It was just different. I felt like he was talking to a bunch of kids. Later, after talking to those who knew more about my condition, I learned it is actually very normal, and came to realize that my teacher, while good at his field, did not do very well with the fringe, non-vanilla, side of sex and sexuality. Of course that should have been obvious to all of us after he said he would not cover gay or lesbian sex, but sitting in that class, not knowing what I knew years later, it just made me feel humiliated. That and my stinging, burning chest and breasts did nothing to make the rest of the class any better. Just...more frustrating...

He had each person describe their feelings, what it felt like to both give and receive stimulation at their primary erogenous zones. He never called on me though. And, I guess never gave his own feelings, since he didn't get to receive.

Once class was dismissed, I was approached by some of the others. "Sorry, I didn't realize that it was...different for you," came from the woman who had called me a whore. "You are pretty interesting," said one of the male students. I could tell by the look in his eyes that by interesting, he meant he wanted to fuck me. A couple others said things, either stupid and not understanding at all, or that made no sense, trying to give me sympathetic words, like I was sick, or a victim or something. It just made me wonder more what the teacher had said to them.

In the end, I brought the one guy to my apartment. He learned very quickly how to give me just the right delicious pain, leaving me screaming and weeping for hours, and leaving my body and mind in a state of bliss. I slept as peacefully as one could, tied to the bed and covered in welts.