Master Class

Master Class--Part 2

I was completing my third week of classes and this day started like most others. Gabby and I had breakfast together and afterward either worked separately in the library on our respective projects or we found a quiet place to brainstorm and review notes. Dinner plans might include a group affair with Charles and Margaret, and sometimes with some other students who we got to know over the past couple of weeks. It was a nice routine that provided a mixture of interesting classes, quiet time for reflection and crystalizing ideas, discussions with like-mined individuals and free time in the evening for less cerebral entertainment. Charles and I had become friends and lovers, but the future was uncertain, and Gabby and Margaret spent a lot of time together, and according to Gabby a lot of it naked.

As I finished drying my hair after a shower, it occurred to me that I had not heard from Gabby since breakfast and decided to send a quick text to ask about her plans for dinner. When a few minutes passed without a response, I followed up with a call which went to voicemail. This was unusual and the first time that I could not reach her by text or phone call, so I finished dressing and headed to her room before meeting Charles for a drink before dinner.

Approaching her door the only noise that I could make out was what sounded like BBC news on the TV. I knocked gently but there was no answer so I tried a bit more forcefully a second time and waited.

"Hey, Marc," came Margaret's voice as she walked down the hall toward me. "I didn't know that you had plans with Gabby tonight, I thought it was going to just be the two of us."

"Hi, Margaret. No plans for tonight but I hadn't heard from Gabby since breakfast, so I decided to send her a note to see what she was doing. I didn't receive a reply, then I called but there was no answer, so I decided to stop by to make sure everything was okay."

Maragret smiled and blushed. "Yeah, I don't think that you will get a response here either," she said as she fished Gabby's key from the pocket of her shorts.

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

"Yes, no problem. I had to get a few things from my room so I left Gabby for a little while, but I don't think that she could reach her phone."

Margaret opened the door and looked inside but did not open it wide enough for me to see the room and then asked me to wait a minute while she went inside to check that Gabby was dressed enough for company.

The door was left open a bit and I heard Maragret softly speak to Gabby from the doorway to the bedroom. "Marc is here to see if you are okay, and I told him I would look in and let him know. How are you my love? You look lovely I must say but I don't know if you want company just yet. Shall I let Marc come in for a few minutes?"

I heard Margaret laugh but no other voice so I pushed the door slightly more ajar so I could get a better view inside and see a bit into the bedroom as well. I managed a glimpse of part of the bed and saw Gabby's left foot and ankle wearing a fur-lined leather cuff attached to a corner post of the bed, and her right leg from just above the knee to her foot with another cuff attached to the opposite corner post, keeping her legs spread wide apart. I could imagine the rest of the scene and was not surprised when Margaret said to her laughingly, "I didn't think that you wanted much company at the moment although I'm sure Marc would enjoy seeing you as you are."

Margaret turned and came back to the door, "Sorry Marc, Gabby just got out of the shower and cannot talk right now. She will probably call you in a bit and maybe we can meet for dinner if you're not tied up with Charles," she said with a broad smile and sparkling eyes. My instinct told me that she knew that I eased the door more open than she left it and was aware of the view that I had. She wanted me to see what I did, hoping I would walk in. I was certain that she would tell Gabby all about it when she went back inside.

I said goodbye and left, heading to Charles' room. We were going out onto the terrace when I received a call from Gabby, "Hi Marc, sorry that I missed you. Margaret told me that she spoke to you, but I wanted you to know that I wasn't being rude when I did not invite you in, I simply wasn't prepared for a guest."

"No problem, Gabby, I don't make a habit of popping in on people, but I just wanted to make sure everything was okay after not getting a reply to my text and you didn't answer the phone."

"I trust that you understand now, if Margaret is to be believed," she said with a laugh.

"Yes, I do, and I hope that you enjoyed your afternoon."

"It was wonderful, and Margaret is full of surprises which made it more interesting still. Will we be seeing you tonight for dinner or shall I just plan for breakfast?"

I asked Charles if he was okay with Gabby and Margaret joining us tonight and relayed his answer to Gabby, "Charles said he would be thrilled to have two sexy ladies at our table. It seems that he has gotten used to you guys and wants to make the most of the remaining time that we have together. See you at 7:30."

"Great, we will be at our sexiest."

Charles and I were at the table having a drink when they showed up, both smiling and giggling. I noticed that Gabby was wearing a narrow pink choker with a gold ring, something I had never seen her wear before, and before she sat down Margaret pulled Gabby's chair out for her before seating herself. Charles could not resist a comment directed at Margaret, "I am so glad to see that chivalry is not dead."

"Marc, again I'm sorry for not seeing you this afternoon and I hope that Margaret was polite at least," Gabby said.

"Of course, and she tried to keep me entertained," I replied lightly while thinking about the view into the bedroom.

"Did I succeed?" Margaret responded quietly.

"You certainly did," I said with a knowing smile that brought a chuckle from Gabby and Margaret.

"I feel that I am missing something," said Charles with a grin.

"I'll explain it later over a nightcap." I replied.

We had a pleasant dinner and some good laughs before calling it a night. The ladies left first, walking arm in arm toward the lift, and Charles and I walked to his suite where he kissed me even before putting his key into the door. "Come in for a drink, Marc," he said.

Charles poured two brandies, and we walked to the terrace. "It's difficult to believe that our time here is drawing to a close. It has been a great experience and so much more than I expected in many ways," he said.

"I agree. I was not expecting to meet so many interesting people and have so much fun in the process," I replied with a grin.

"Yes, that's certainly true. By the way, did you notice Gabby's choker? That was a surprise, don't you think? I would have imagined it the other way around," he said.

"Meaning what exactly?" I inquired.

"I am not 100% certain but I believe that a choker with a ring symbolizes submission. My guess would have been that Gabby would be the dominant one in their relationship but live and learn I guess."

"If that's correct, it would explain a lot," I replied.

"Why?"

"When Gabby didn't reply to my text today, and my call went to voicemail I went to her room to make sure she was okay. I knocked a couple of times but there was no answer, and then Margaret arrived with Gabby's key. We chatted for a minute and then she went inside to see what Gabby was doing, not simply opening the door to invite me in, and I heard her speaking to Gabby who was in the bedroom. The door was ajar, so I nudged it open a bit more and looked in toward the bedroom. I saw Gabby's legs on the bed, each tied to one of the footboard posts, and Margaret was speaking to her softly and tenderly. She asked Gabby if she wanted her to let me in and only laughed at a response I did not hear. She came back to the door to tell me that Gabby had just gotten out of the shower and that she would speak to me later. From what I saw, Gabby was stretched out on the bed unable to move and unable to speak. Margaret must have gone out leaving her tied to the bed and somehow gagged so that she could not make any noise. If, as you say, the collar with the ring indicates submission, then Gabby has become a sub to Margaret who demonstrated her dominance this afternoon."

Charles emptied the remains of his glass and got up to get a refill. Without asking, he simply took my glass as well and came back with two fresh brandies. "Well, it seems that the spider has become the fly. Interesting turn of events to be sure," he said.

"Yes, but Gabby looks happy and Margaret is certainly very sweet to her so I guess that it's working for them," I replied before taking a sip from my drink.

"Tell me Marc, did you think about her after you left her room? After seeing that she was tied to the bed? Obviously she was stretched out, helpless, probably gagged? What ran through your mind?"

I thought for a moment and said, "If I can be candid with you, I wondered what she felt and thought about while she lay there, alone and immobile, unable to call for help. After Margaret returned and she heard us talking, what would she feel if Margaret simply brought me into the apartment and I saw her spreadeagle on the bed? Would that upset her or excite her? What would I feel after seeing her like that? Would I be embarrassed for her, or excited by seeing her?"

"That's a lot to unpack so tell me, what did you think or decide, or didn't you go that far into the situation?" he said calmly.

I was quiet for a several minutes and then replied, "Actually, I became aroused by the thought of her open and vulnerable, totally naked, struggling to free herself while I slipped my fingers into her pussy and ass like I imagined that Margaret did. I imagined Margaret later using a large strap-on to fuck her slowly until she came over and over, screaming with pleasure. I wanted to feel what she felt."

"And when you saw them arrive at dinner tonight? Any change in feeling or were the thoughts recurring?"

"Yes, and no," I replied. "They are friends, they are happy together and I enjoy their company so my feeling in that regard has not changed. Seeing Gabby with the collar reminded me about this afternoon and I wanted to see her on full display being dominated and tormented."

"Marc, I admit that listening to you was exciting and I wish I could have been there with you this afternoon. I don't think I would have had the willpower to remain outside the door like you did. I would have had to go in, particularly since Margaret left the door open as an invitation. She wanted you to enter and since Gabby was the sub, she would have no choice but to remain quiet while you did whatever you wanted to her. You missed a fabulous opportunity."

"But she is a colleague and a friend. We are not lovers playing a game, and I could not take advantage of a situation like that."

"You said that you wanted to feel what she felt, so put yourself in her position. Imagine that you are tied to a bed, gagged and alone. Your dom comes back but he has someone with him, and he brings that person into the room where you lay immobile. Do you think that you would be embarrassed, or would you be aroused by the circumstances? Would you welcome the touch of a stranger, or maybe even an acquaintance, as he slipped a finger into your ass? What if he placed a pillow under your back and pushed his stiff cock into you and proceeded to fuck you, filling your bowels with hot semen? Or, maybe he would remove the gag and stick his dick down your throat, fucking your mouth and filling it with cum for you to swallow. Would you be embarrassed or would you savor the experience as something wonderful shared with a friend or colleague?"

"When you put it like that Charles, I can see your point about entering the room today. Maybe that is what they both wanted and subconsciously, what I would enjoy experiencing as well. If Gabby wanted a new experience like you describe, perhaps it would be just that, a new experience shared by friends."

Charles came to me and kissed me on the lips. "After all the talk of desire and various forms of fucking, I am horny as hell. Could I interest you in soft kisses and a hard dick? I really want to feel your lips around my cock as I unload a gallon of hot cum down your throat."

"You say the sweetest things, Charles. Of course I would love to suck your dick tonight. I am here to serve."

Charles took my hand and walked me into the bedroom to undress me. My cock was erect and stiff, and when he got out of his clothes I saw that his dick was rock hard and pointing to the ceiling. We climbed into bed, and he proceeded to kiss me top to bottom starting with my lips. He worked his way down to my nipples, then stomach and abdomen, before taking my dick into his mouth for some much-needed attention. His mouth was hot and wet, and it didn't take long before I grabbed his head and shot my load into his hungry mouth.

After my dick stopped pulsing semen into him, Charles rolled to one side and I began to kiss his nipples while I gently stroked his erection that was leaking precum down onto his balls. I moved lower and licked it up before taking his cock into my mouth and letting it slide down my throat. I began working up and down on the shaft, deliberately spending time circling the head with my tongue. Little by little I heard his breathing get louder and I felt the grip of his hands on my head forcing his cock down my throat before feeling the spasms in his abdomen as his cock began throbbing and pulsing semen into my mouth. He said that he wanted to unload a gallon of cum down my throat and while I know it was an exaggeration, it certainly was a lot. I savored it all before slowly swallowing it and curling up with him for a wonderful night's sleep.

The next morning found me sitting with Gabby over breakfast. She looked great and was wearing the pink collar like the night before. "May I ask you a personal question?" I said as we started sipping coffee while waiting for our food to arrive.

"You can always ask, dear boy, but no guarantee about an answer."

"Fair enough," I replied. "I like your choker, and I assume that it was a gift. Is it from Margaret?"

She took a sip of coffee and said quietly, "Yes."

"Does it mean anything special to you or is it a fashion statement? I have heard several theories about chokers with rings, so I am interested in how you see it."

There was an uncomfortable silence for a minute before Gabby replied. "Marc, we are friends, so I won't lie to you, and I hope you know that. Over the past several weeks we have spoken about many things, and I have gotten to feel close to you, more so than anyone else. Even Margaret." She now looked me directly in the eyes. "I don't want you to think badly of me because of my honesty with you and that causes me to hesitate with my answer."

"Gabby, if it troubles you this much, I withdraw the question. I am curious but not if it makes you uncomfortable. You're too important to me to have something like this come between us. Let's forget it and I will make up an answer for myself."

She laughed at the joke and responded, "And pray tell, what would your answer be?"

I laughed, looked her in the eye and said, "It's a dom/sub thing with you being Margaret's sub, and you were afraid to tell me that you enjoy being asked to do various things for her that would cause embarrassment and humiliate you." I waited a minute before continuing, "You should probably know that I would never judge you and as long as you are not being hurt physically and willingly consented to do things for her without coercion, I will always love you like the sister I never had, no matter what."

Her eyes showed her true feelings and told the whole story. "Marc, we talked about following your intuition the first day we met and while I watched you grow and mature in this regard over the past weeks, I now see that my initial opinion of your qualities and character are spot on," she replied. "I could say that you aced the final."

"Gabby, how far were you prepared to go yesterday?" I asked.

A tear tracked down her cheek before she replied, "I would have done anything and everything while in that room, but I was betting that it wouldn't come to that. Marc, I was betting on you to save my dignity, but you didn't know it. Yesterday was also a personal test of my intuition and instinct, and my ability to judge people. It was a risk, but you can only go so far on your own without taking risks.

"Tell me, when did you understand?"

"Strangely enough, it came to me last night while I was having a drink with Charles. I was explaining about meeting Margaret at your doorway and the one-sided conversation she was having with you, and he said that I misread the entire situation."

"Interesting. How so?" Gabby interrupted.

"Well, Charles said that I made a mistake by not walking into your apartment when Margaret left the door ajar rather than simply looking inside. He said that it was probably a planned event and that I was meant to walk in, see you tied to the bed, naked, thereby embarrassing you, and maybe even allowing me to act on my basic male instinct to take advantage of the situation and do something unforgiveable that I would later regret. But there was a line that I would not cross and that is why I misread the situation. As much as I may fantasize about seeing you naked and tied to a bed, you are too important for me to ever take advantage of a situation in that way."

Gabby laughed softly, "You fantasize about seeing me tied to a bed naked?"

"Oh, c'mon, I'm gay not dead. For all I know, you may do the same about me," I replied while laughing out loud.

"Marc, I might fantasize about seeing you in bed naked with Charles, and maybe I would like to see how you react when he sticks his penis in your butt, but I never fantasize simply about seeing you tied to a bed. Hmm, I admit that I might also fantasize about seeing you on your back, tied to a bed naked, with an erection, and me climbing on top of you before sliding your stiff cock inside me to ride you like a cowgirl on a bronco. But never simply tied to a bed."

"Wow! I will keep those images in mind if the situation ever arises," I said.

"You should," Gabby replied, "I owe you for your consideration and tenderness, and you never know when you might want to redeem the chit. It will be your decision." Gabby slowly undid the collar on her neck and placed it between us on the table without saying a word but looking directly into my eyes.

I felt that something was being offered, something being said without words, and I was trying to decide how to respond. What exactly was she asking? Intuitively I knew the answer so I picked up the collar, studied it briefly, and leaned over toward Gabby, watching her bow her head to allow me to fasten it around her neck from whence it came moments before. She then simply looked over at me and smiled with misty eyes. "Was this another test?" I asked. A few silent moments passed, and I continued, "Tell me, did I pass, or crash and burn?"

Gabby whispered, "We will find out together assuming you're willing and up to the challenge. What do you think, Marc? Are you?"

"Rules?" I said.

"None, right now. Some may develop by themselves as we go along but the choice is yours. I will not refuse whatever you request."

Gabby had changed in the three weeks that we spent together in the writing class, a slow progression from an interesting but somewhat reserved young woman who had tremendous insight and talent, to a more sexually focused and open person who now seems willing to explore more unusual experiences. Perhaps I didn't know her well enough to begin with and I was too focused on the façade that she presented rather than trying to see what lay underneath.