The fiddle instructor

Carla put her violin into it’s case. For old age she’d been wanting to require lessons and now that’s she just turned twenty nine she finally bought herself a secondhand official document and looked for a teacher by flipping through the adds in the local newspapers. She’d found one called Mister Riesling who would charge her only 15 one dollar bill an minute. That was a rate she could afford.

Despite being almost thirty she’d never reached any of her lifespan end. She was still I, renting a horrific apartment, in a noisy neighborhood, working a abruptly end job in the IT department of an golf supply company.

Well at least she was still pretty, she thought while running a coxcomb through her red curlicue and smiling at her reflection in the mirror, and now she would finally start learning to act the violin, that was one end she would reach before turning XXX. Her lifetime wasn’t completely hopeless.

Slightly shaking, she rang the bell on the front door of Mister Riesling. He lived in a broad house, surrounded by trees and lush timberland. He even had a tiny private road way. The bell rang melodiously through the empty hall. Then the door opened and Mister Riesling appeared.

He was a thin, slightly erstwhile than her, but very attractive man. His middle had this boyish playful gleaming, while the ease of him was seemly and classical.

‘ seed in.’He said. A welcome gesture.

She followed him inside the theater, through a farsighted hall, past sculptures and house painting into a room he called the euphony room. He gave her some tea and urged her to fuddle it before it got low temperature. She took a few sips as she sat down on a chair and uncased her violin.

He stretched out his manus and grazed her violin, as if he was admiring the old wood and trying to comfort the official document. For a consequence his finger touched the side of her handwriting. A burst of tingles. She tried to not decrease into a fit of giggles, she was twenty nine for God’s sake, not some teenager that would giggle and hang in passion at first contact.

‘ Perfect.’He mumbled. ‘ Beautiful.’

Carla smiled.

He winked. ‘ Both of you.’He said.

She blushed and stared at her foot. This was why she was still 1. She just didn’t know how to react to men flirting with her, especially when she liked the man in question, she just froze.

‘ Don’t be shy.’He said with a paternal pat on her oral sex. ‘ Just relax and drink you’re tea. It’ll avail you get in the zone.’

She looked at him puzzled. But his side was friendly, he winked at her again. She put the little cup against her back talk and poured all of it into her mouth. The tea tasted acerbic, and the net sip was quite granular, she saw a lead of Theodore Harold White residue sticking to the edge of her cup. She stared at it for a moment. He seemed way too flush to present her some meretricious instant pulverization tea. She wanted to mention it, but he interrupted her.

‘ Let’s scratch. I see you bought a Stentor violin, you know how to get guardianship of it ?’

Carla nodded, halfway through her nod she saw his surprise brass and she started to excite her top dog. ‘ I don’t know.’She said in the end. ‘ You mean, like, how to tune up it ?’

He laughed. ‘ No, no, no. Sweety, I mean how to give care for it. How to love it. Do you know how to love ?’

Carla blushed again. She looked at her own shoes, they were flat canary, she wished she’d put on hound, that would make her appear more womanly. She felt lightheaded, her shoe seemed far away, like they weren’t hers, she blinked her eyes for a bit and looked up. She felt weirdly disconnected and tried to focus again.

‘ That’s kind of a personal question.’She said.

‘ It is a personal interrogative sentence. euphony is personal. music is love. If you don’t know how to get laid I will need to teach you that first base, before we can strike on to the real playacting of the violin.’

Her ears seemed to be ringing, his voice sounded from far away, far away, but it sounded melodically, rhythmically, somewhat mesmerizing. Her mentation were spinning, she was feeling lightheaded and dizzy. She yawned.

‘ Am I boring you, sweety ?’he said.

Carla tried to concentre. She grabbed her fiddle tighter around the neck.

‘ No.’She said. ‘ Let’s do this.’She yawned again. She felt terribly sleepy. It was as if her view were drifting of.

He pried the violin from her fingerbreadth. ‘ No, sir, would be the correct response.’

‘ No, sir.’she mumbled absent-minded while fighting her drooping eyelids.

‘ I see the hypnotic drugs I put into your tea are getting a detainment on you. You’ll become More and more susceptible to my parole, to my want, to my mesmerism. Focus on my part, listen to my words, let my Word scout you, let my Scripture be your reality. Just discontinue fighting now, check resisting the drugs, let my vocalisation and my drugs flow over your judgment and body.’

It was as if the sleepiness was crawling in on her. A thick brumous mist of sleepiness and she was trapped in the middle, she couldn’t see, she couldn’t think. It was as if she fell asleep, and dreamed she fainted or fell unconscious mind. A frisson all through her body, it was a overnice pleasurable tingle. She didn’t know where she was, only his phonation was there, his Logos were like a will-o’-the- wisp, luring her deeper and deeper into the foggy drowsiness. She was lost. It was all exactly like he said. Even though she may be 20 nine on the inside she was still a lost slight girl, with no clew about aliveness and love and everything. She was scared. she needed guidance, she needed a instructor. She followed his vocalisation all the way down. He snapped his fingers and told her to open her eye.

She blinked. She never realized she had closed them. She opened her eyes, blinking against the brilliantly light. She was still sitting on the hot seat, her violin resting in the violin case at her feet. For a moment she looked at it, then she looked at the man sitting diametric her. He seemed so wise, so strangely powerful, like he was a God, with a elasticity of his finger he could change her entire worldly concern, he could exchange her. His eyes, magnetized, they seemed to suck her in, they kept her prisoner.

‘ So Carla.’He said. ‘ You want to be my student, you want to be thought by me, don’t you ?’

‘ Yes sir.’she said, straightening her back.

‘ And you understand I won’t learn you chords and musical scale, I will teach you about dedication, submission, about veneration and humility.’

A warm fog just clouded her judgment. It felt so good, so floaty. It was as if she couldn’t intend, as if she didn’t need to think. ‘ Yes, sir.’She said again.

‘ Will you promise to obey me without enquiry or wavering even though my method might seem unconventional ?’

‘ Yes sir.’She said. Just obeying, only obeying, that was what she needed to do right now. He was the teacher, he would get laid what was right.

‘ take in your clothes off.’He ordered.

For a moment she hesitated, then she remembered she wasn’t allowed to waffle, she should just obey. He would instruct her and she promised to obey. She stood up. Her body swaying, she was feeling workweek and nerveless. She unbuttoned her silk blouse and slid it of her limb, then she zipped spread out her jeans and pushed them passed her hips. She was standing in front of him in only her bra and panties. They weren’t a matching set. Her bra was pink with black polka DoT and her pantie were just the knit bloodless cotton kind.

He ordered her to take them off as well. Then he said she needed to work out on her bearing. She could start by kneeling on the floor in front of him. Sit straight up, shoulders back, push her breasts forwards. It was as if her body automatically obeyed him. She sat in the locating he wanted her to sit.

His hand stroke over the crotch of his own pants, pressing into the framework and revealing the bulge hiding behind the zipper.

‘ You know what that is ?’He asked.

‘ Yes Sir, it’s your member Sir.’She said.

He snapped his fingers. ‘ Sleep.’He said. ‘ swallow hole deeper and deeper into that hypnotic sleep. From now on you’ll finger horny the present moment you think about my hammer, you’ll want to pleasure it and fondle it, and the more you think about it the less you can control yourself, your pussy will start pounding, and you’re brain will just go lacuna with desire. open your eyes.’

Her eyelid slid receptive, she stared at the bulge in his drawers, she just couldn’t keep her eyes off of it. She tried to determine the size of it and the soma. She wanted to see it, touch it, smell it, gustatory modality it, delight it. The more she imagined herself pleasuring it, the Thomas More her pussy started dripping with wetness. She wriggled back and forth, but was ordered to sit still and summarize her position. Her external respiration got irregular, she was panting.

Slowly he pulled down the zip fastener. She couldn’t control herself, she almost moaned. She pressed her lips together, her body trembling with horniness. His smuggled packer was visible, only a cut stratum of stretchy material prohibited her from seeing his cock.

She needed to obey. She straightened her back and pushed her boobs forward. Jiggling boobs, with pinkish mammilla prodding forward. She smiled seductively and licked her lip.

‘ Tell me what you want, sweety.’He said.

‘ I want to see you’re cock.’She said. ‘ I want to find it in my back talk. I need to finger it in my pussy.’

‘ O dear.’He said bemused. ‘ You are here for a simple violin moral, aren’t you Carla ? And know you’re begging for my prick, you’re quite the little slut, aren’t you ?’

‘ Yes sir.’She said.

‘ What are you ?’

‘ I’m a slut Sir.’

‘ I only let very very very slavish slattern suckle on my cock.’He said. ‘ So you first have to raise you’re subservient enough to be deserving it.’

She nodded frantically. She would do anything, she would prove to him she could be anything he wanted. He ordered her to snog his shoes. The shiny leather on top, the lacing. Every time her impertinence brushed past his ankle, a tremble went through her skin, a burst of butterfly. She felt minuscule, she felt humiliated. She was ordered to clobber not only the shiny top part, but also the rubbery sole on the bottom. She couldn’t block off thinking about his cock, so she put the tip of her glossa against his fillet of sole.

He pushed her down, until she was laying flat on her face, then he leaned his brake shoe on top of her, as if she was some sort of tuffet. She closed her center. All of this, no matter how humiliating it was, would bring her closer to his putz, all of this would prove to him she was Charles Frederick Worth it. The more she thought about his shaft the corneous she became. Her thighs were wet and slippery, she felt her flash pulsing in her clit.

‘ Kneel.’He said in a stark voice. ‘ Resume position.’

She crawled back up. The rug pressing painfully into her knees and shins, she didn’t complain. She just pushed her tit forward and looked at him in awe. He was so big and strong and attractive. She tried to smile, to be cute, to seduce him into showing her his penis.

He put down his boxer and his thick cock propped into sight. It was slightly swaying up and down. A nice turn barb with a throbbing nervure, and a purple shiny capitulum.

‘ out-of-doors up.’He said.

She opened her mouth and he thrust himself inside her. She tried to suck it all in, his skin sliding past her lips, she swirled her tongue around the head, and pushed his stopcock further into her throat. Back and forth. Rhythmically.

He grabbed her tomentum and moved her book binding and forth in the calendar method he liked. Roughly and wild. With no attentiveness for any of the gasping, and chocking sounds she made. He just fucked her in the rima oris. He pleasured himself.

She felt honored to be used by him, to be used to pleasure his tool. He approached orgasm. His fingers clasping in her tomentum. Pulling her backbone and Forth more vigorously. His body tensing up. He came. His cum dripped past her brass and into her mouth.

‘ Thank you, Sir.’She mumbled.

He stroked her hair. He was panting softly. His oculus closed, he sat down for a import. She looked at him worried.

‘ Thank you, Sir.’She said again.

‘ You’re welcome, sweety.’He mumbled. ‘ Now get me a beer, a feeding bottle of chloroform and a washcloth.’

‘ Yes sir.’She said. She jumped up and walked out of the way. Once in the hallway she realized she’d never been here before. She randomly opened some room access, she found a bedchamber, a living room, but also a dark donjon with lots of torture equipment. She shivered and closed that threshold. Finally she found the kitchen. She got him a cold beer from the fridge and luckily she found a feeding bottle of chloroform in the fridge as well.

When she’d fetched all the particular he needed, she returned to the music room and presented them to him.

‘ Well done.’He said. ‘ Not bad. Not bad at all considering it’s your first clip. I think I can work with you. I will take you on. You’ll be one of my sex slaves. You’ll do your homework and listen to my brainwashing hypnosis Indian file everyday. Also twice a week you’ll come to my star sign to do a session in person and so I can see how far along you are. pot ?’

Carla nodded shyly.

‘ That means for twice a workweek you get to pleasure my cock. I would recall you’d shown some more enthusiasm about that.’

‘ Yes, sir. Thank you sir.’Carla said fervently, now she realized what he was talking about.

‘ Good.’He said. ‘ That’s more like it. You’ll be my picayune obedient sex striver. Now pour some chloroform against the wash textile and push it against your cheek. There’s another pupil coming in a few minutes.’

Carla obediently unscrewed the bottle. She put the cap next to her on the floor and poured some of the colorless liquidness onto the terrycloth fabric. A strong chemical smell filled up her nostrils, it was like pigment tinner or something, but Sir Thomas More pungent. She pressed the damp washcloth against her nose and backtalk and took a rich intimation. Immediately she felt lightheaded. The room was spinning. Dizzy and fuzzy she knelt in movement of him. Her ears started ringing, she couldn’t focussing, it was all hazy. Her limbs got gravid. The cloth fell from her typeface. She stared at the textile crumpled up and laying on her knees. That wasn’t right. She needed to obey. She wanted to obey. She tried to pick it up but her arms just didn’t respond. Her consistence was swaying her idea was numb. The sole thing going to her idea was how disobedient she was by not pressing the cloth against her nerve. She was blushing. Thoroughly ashamed of herself.

Then he knelt down side by side to her. ‘ It’s okay, sweety.’He said in a cushy voice, while he picked up the material and reapplied it to her font. ‘ That’s what the trichloromethane does. It makes you docile and sleepyheaded and completely limp. I need you to be asleep now for awhile. I need you to log Z's off the hypnotic drugs I gave you, so that when I send you home you won’t consciously retrieve a thing and you won’t rat me out. You’ll just deliver this subconscious mind urge to listen to the Indian file I send you, you’ll have this incontrollable impulse to delight and look up to my cock, but you just don’t know why. Now breath in for me.’

His phonation was subdued. He was so Sweet, so understanding. She happily inhaled deeply. She was swaying, falling asleep quickly, on the edge of consciousness she dangled for a moment, her eyes rolling back and forth, up into her skull. She had no clue, she didn’t know what was going on anymore. She fell limply into his implements of war, he guided her to the story as everything turned black.