#29: Training Liza
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are consenting adults over the age of 18.
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"Good morning, Master". Liza had been visiting the Headmaster's office every morning before classes. She might be submissive, but she was one of the most aggressive subs he had ever known. She had a lot to learn, but he looked forward to teaching her.
Liza was learning how to give a good blowjob. She had started with simple licking and sucking, eager but not especially talented. Her first instinct was to use her hands to stroke him, but he taught her to play with his balls instead, and only use her mouth on his cock.
She could only handle a few inches unless he forced himself in deeper, but she was making progress. She could take six inches for a few seconds without gagging; in a few weeks, with enough practice, she would be deep-throating him.
Of course, sometimes he wanted her to gag. On those mornings, he laid her on his couch with her head over the armrest and fucked her face, usually with one hand on her neck so he could feel it bulge as his cock pushed into her throat and hills balls smothered her nose.
The Headmaster was teaching Liza about her sexuality too; he was far more experienced than she was. He had brought her to orgasm many times, using his mouth, his fingers, or his cock. He showed her several ways to masturbate, and she took to it eagerly.
"Would you like to cum in my mouth, Sir?" she asked, licking her lips. She was becoming addicted to his attention. But she was a little too comfortable in their relationship. Time to make her understand her position, he thought.
"What have you done to earn my cum, Miss McCoy?"
A twinge of fear crept up the back of her neck He had asked casually, but there was an undertone in his voice that made her shiver. Had she done something to displease him? She struggled for an answer. She considered something clever, like "I wore panties every day"; but it was risky. She decided to play it safe.
"Nothing, Master," she admitted, and then asked, "Is there something I can do to earn that privilege?"
"You can start by asking the proper question. Don't ask if I want to cum in your mouth. If I want to, I will - I don't need your permission."
"Of course, Master... I didn't mean to presume..."
"Do you want my cum?"
She nodded.
"Then ask for it."
"Would you cum in my mouth, Master?" she smiled at him.
"Beg for it," he ordered.
She knelt before him. "Please, Master. I want to drink your cum."
"Not yet, little girl. But I just finished working out, and I haven't showered yet. Would you like to lick the sweat off my balls?" It wasn't a question, and he didn't wait for an answer.
He had just finished a hard twenty-minute ride on his exercise bike and was still wearing his tight, sweat-soaked cycling shorts. She could see the outline of his semi-erect cock through the thin material. He peeled them off and pulled her head to his groin.
She began to lick his hairy balls, gingerly at first, with the tip of her tongue only, tasting his salty, musky sweat He wanted more and pulled her head in closer. She obliged, licking firmly with her whole tongue, and then taking his balls into her mouth, sucking him clean.
Liza tried to take both at once, but her mouth was too small, so she switched back and forth until each ball was coated with her saliva. He stroked his cock slowly, enjoying the view and the feeling of her warm mouth.
"Play with yourself," he directed. "But don't orgasm. Tell me if you are close."
She pulled up her skirt, reached between her legs, and begin gently rubbing her clit through her panties. He stood back, watching her while he stroked himself, just inches from her face. She opened her mouth and leaned forward to suck on him, but he backed out of her reach.
She was breathing hard and moaning within a few minutes. "Master... I'm close... Are you? Will you cum... when I do?"
"Which do you want more - to cum, or my cum?" he asked, slowly stroking himself.
"I want... your cum, Master."
"Then stop masturbating. Put your hands behind your head, close your eyes, and open your mouth."
She did as he ordered, opening her mouth wide. He loved the way this position pushed her small breasts forward. He could just see the outline of her nipple piercing through her white blouse. He aimed his cock into her open mouth.
But he didn't cum. Instead, he started to pee, straight into her throat. Startled, she gagged but managed to keep her hands behind her head. He paused when her mouth was full to let her swallow his warm piss.
"More?" he offered.
She hesitated, and then answered, "Yes, please."
"Good girl. Drink as much as you can; I'm not going to stop."
He filled her mouth again. When she closed to swallow, he sprayed her face and breasts, drenching her blouse until he could see her small nipples through the wet fabric. When she opened her mouth, he filled it again. Over and over, she drank mouthful after mouthful until at last he was done.
"Thank you, Master." She was amazed at how he could piss with his erect cock.
He helped her to her feet and then pulled her close to him. With one hand, he stretched her panties, opening a gap at her waist, revealing her sparse blonde bush.
With his other hand, he pointed his member into the opening and jerked himself until his cum squirted out with each stroke. Liza could feel the warm cream slowly oozing down her lips, soaking her already damp panties.
"A little reminder for you. Now go straight to class, you don't want to be late."
"Yes, Headmaster..." She straightened her skirt and turned to leave.
"And Miss McCoy..."
She paused. "Yes Sir?"
"You will masturbate every evening, but stop just before you reach orgasm And you will continue to visit my office every morning before class until I say otherwise. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master."
She arrived at class just as the bell rang, still wet from his golden shower. Most of the girls were sympathetic, but Linda held her nose as Liza walked by her. "Ugg... take a shower once in a while McCoy. And don't sit near us!" Rachel laughed and waved her notebook to fan away the smell.
The two had recovered from their paper punishment, but this was their last class before they met with the Headmaster.
Liza decided to attend a Catholic school for her next semester, citing the strict discipline as an attraction. She believed it would aid her in her training under the Headmaster, who was known for his rigorous methods.
During one of their sessions, the Headmaster introduced a new aspect of training: Liza was to learn how to give a 'golden shower'. He explained that it was a part of her submission, and she nodded, eager to please.
After several days of practice, Liza was able to take in more than six inches of the Headmaster without gagging. Her progress was notable, and he was proud of her resilience. He reminded her, however, that she was still a student, and her training was not limited to sexual activities.
On one occasion, the Headmaster asked Liza to 'edge', a technique where she would be brought close to orgasm but not allowed to climax. He wanted to test her control and patience. Liza found it challenging but enjoyable, and she looked forward to her daily sessions with the Headmaster.