Chapter 54: Mark’s Education

Mark

The day in Berlin had helped a lot. Well, I had a father whose literal job it was to research human sexuality. If there was anyone who could answer some of my questions, it was him. And I had the distinct feeling this was why Lydia had sent me to Berlin anyway.

Seeing that I was confused when we met, Frank had checked out of work for two hours and we went for a walk though the empty park on the campus.

“You know already that I live in a sexual relationship with more than one woman,” I said and he nodded.

“Well, there’s a recent addition and she’s ... hell ... there’s no polite way to put it. She gets aroused by pain and humiliation. I tried, but it broke me up inside. I simply couldn’t inflict pain on her...”

He thought for a while. “Mark, masochism and submission often go together, and what you’ve experienced is quite common. Most relationships involving a masochist do not survive unless the other partner is a sadist.”

“Is there anything I can do, short of ... I don’t know ... becoming a sadist?”

“Not a lot,” he said. “Most masochists are very vulnerable. Since most partners, like you, are not prepared to inflict pain on someone they love, masochists often fall into the hands of abusive partners after a few failed relationships. Do you think you could answer a few questions, even if they are uncomfortable?”

I nodded.

“Since you say she also likes to be humiliated, I take it she’s very submissive?”

“A lot,” I said. “She also discovered she likes to be blindfolded, so I guess helplessness plays a part in it too.”

“In that case you can play these two traits against each other. She derives pleasure from being subservient as well as from experiencing pain. Play the subservient side and leave out the pain. It doesn’t really mater which trait of hers is pandered to. She derives the same pleasure from pain as from serving you.”

“Bloody hell,” I gasped. “I’ve never thought about that. I thought I had to do both.”

“A common misconception, especially involving submissive masochists. There’s of course also a subsection of dominant masochists.”

“Well it helps a lot if I can leave the painful side unpandered to,” I admitted.

Frank stopped and looked at me. “Mark, you need to be careful still. Submissive partners often fantasize about things that might come back to bite them. When someone blindfolds herself, she puts herself at your mercy deliberately, and it is your responsibility to make sure this doesn’t have any bad consequences. The hormones like dopamine and others that flood her brain at that point override her judgment. Just ask your mother what a ‘runner’s high’ feels like and what the dangers of it are.”

“I know, we worked that out ourselves,” I said. “We worked out that she secretly fantasized about being guided blindfolded along a busy street. And we tricked her. The street was actually empty when I took her along, completely naked. She got such a high from it, she had a spontaneous orgasm.”

“I see you have the right approach. It is a big responsibility to care for the needs of someone that submissive. She would literally do anything you ask of her. The more outrageous your demand, the more of a hormonal kick she will get from it. It falls entirely to you to make sure no harm comes to her, because in that state of euphoria she will abandon some instincts of self preservation.”

“That sounds dangerous,” I said. “Is there no way of therapy?”

“There is no therapy for what stimuli make your brain emit certain hormones. You can’t make someone gay or straight, and you can’t treat someone for being aroused by feet or other body parts. Of course illegal traits, like pedophilia or necrophilia are treated, but that usually comes down to blunt medical intervention like chemical castration or heavy medication.”

“So essentially, short of drugging her, the best way is to be a dominant, yet responsible partner.”

“Correct. Always keep in mind, this is not an illness or a mental affliction. She is perfectly healthy and probably behaves completely differently in her day-to-day life. It is just a not very common sexual preference.”

“But there’s one thing I don’t get. When she asked me for ... well ... anal for the first time, I did a whole song and dance. Took her out on a date, prepared her very thoroughly and even told her to say stop if it hurts. So she got nothing of what she really prefers. Yet on the next morning she was completely euphoric. Did she bullshit us?”

“Just because someone has a certain preference, doesn’t mean they practice only that preference. Did she reach climax?”

I nodded.

“Then it was perhaps the first time for her in the absence of pain. Many masochists think something is wrong with them and that they cannot have an orgasm without pain. And you also unwittingly played to her submissive side. You demanded of her that she stops herself from experiencing what she thought she needed and wanted – the pain. She had to submit to your will and got a kick out of it.”

“Jeez, this is more complex than 3D chess,” I said with a chuckle.

“I earn a good living by researching those complexities. I can give you some reading material on the matter, if you want.”

“No, thanks, you helped me a lot, but for the time being I’ll try to find my own footing. At least I feel a lot more at ease now. I may come back to that offer at a later point though.”

“Good luck, Mark.”

Meri

I could see him coming into the backyard and his timing was impeccable. I could see his eyes go wide when he saw Nadja crawl on her hand and knees, following Lydia’s guidance like an obedient puppy.

I had had initial doubts if that sort of humiliation wouldn’t cross his pain threshold, but considering he went rock-hard in an instance, it meant at least his body agreed with the sight. Since Nadja hadn’t traveled very swiftly, she was blindfolded and on her hands and knees after all, I had had enough time to prepare the large beach towel, and Lydia and Regina had prepared their strap-ons.

Lydia was positioning herself on her back and ordered Nadja to sit. At first she just plopped her butt on the ground, sitting like aforementioned obedient puppy, and I had to bite my lip, not to laugh out loud. Mark wouldn’t have forgiven me for that. Instead Lydia clarified her order and after checking out the situation around her, Nadja swiftly lowered herself onto Lydia’s strap-on, obediently waiting for the order to move.

I could tell Mark was conflicted. On one hand the scene fascinated him, but I could also see some remnants of doubt on his features. But it was not hard to see that the fascination was winning. Him slowly stroking his dick, and having taken it out in the first place, might have given that away. I waved him over, so I could replace his fist with my mouth.

Mark

Blimey, while I had spent the day trying to educate myself, it looked like the girls had it all worked out already. Nadja was riding Lydia’s strap-on and she looked blissfully happy. I had a good idea why she was wearing Meri’s nipple covers. The marks from the nipple clamps the day before had probably become worse.

I was now torn between two sensations. First of all, I was on the receiving end of the first blowjob Meri had given me since, like, forever, and looking down at those large jugs of hers was always a delight. On the other hand there was of course the scene on the lawn.

Regina joined the fray and pushed Nadja forward. Without further ado she shoved her strap-on into Nadja’s petite rear. She groaned with pain first, but soon squealed with pleasure as the hormonal kick from the pain set in. Regina had gone in hard, but I knew I could trust she hadn’t done so without lubrication. Lydia and Regina settled into a hard rhythm, pumping in and out of her forcefully.

Nadia was having an absolute ball, especially when I switched places from Meri’s to Nadja’s mouth. She hummed with excitement when she realized she wasn’t pleasuring a synthetic dick.

Both Regina and Lydia watched with amazement when Nadja went through one of those multiple orgasms chains in a matter of seconds before she passed out, smiling happily.

“That was a neat trick,” Regina said with a giggle as she and Lydia withdrew their strap-ons. “We’re going to clean up and you keep an eye on Sleeping Beauty here, okay?”

I nodded. Lydia gently rolled to the side, so that Nadja rolled off her and came to rest on blanket.

She came to after a few minutes and gave me that blindingly beautiful smile of hers. Her head was resting in my lap.

“I was so happy when I realized that you had been watching me the whole time. Did I please you, my love?”

“You always please me, Nadja,” I said and gently removed the blindfold. She squinted her eyes, trying to get used to the bright sunlight.

Meri

“Lydia, you up for a bet?” I asked her the next morning. She had just started to take off her kit, after Jenny and Regina had left for school and work.

“What for, and what about?”

“Mark has gone to Dresden with Nadja. He wants to buy her something special to wear, so she can signal whenever she has ‘the urge to please him’. We both know what’s that gonna be, don’t we?”

“Garter belt and fishnets? Nope. That’s too personal. The only woman whom he wants to see in that is me. You were included for a while when we had that failed three-way relationship, but then not again. He didn’t even buy those for Regina, at least I never saw her wearing such an outfit.”

“So what do you think he’ll buy?” I asked her.

“So far she’s used those cheap sleeping masks from the airlines as blindfolds. I bet he wants to buy something with a bit more style, and probably some less destructive nipple clamps.”

“We never really found out why we as a three-way relationship blew up spectacularly, but you’re now in a four-way and it seems to work, did we?”

“Not that hard in hindsight,” Lydia explained. “Back then you weren’t even sure if you were looking for a man or a woman. I guess we know the answer to that by now. You haven’t really done a lot with Mark in recent months, and one time of it was make-up sex.”

“Probably,” I agreed. “I don’t really need much male attention anymore, I’m happy with Regina. Although I do miss the olden days a bit sometimes. You know, the silly sex games in Prerow and such. I was surprised how much fun it was to blow him yesterday and see his admiring looks at my tits.”

“Well, we will have a proper adult celebration when we move into our new home. We wouldn’t do that without you.”

“You have found a new home?”

“Not yet. One of the plots here will be auctioned off, because the owner defaulted on payments. And let’s face it, nobody in this neck of the woods will be able to go all the way to a million or more. Heck, I could probably push it to two million if needed. We’re pretty much shoe-ins to get it,” Lydia explained.

“Which one is it?” I asked her.

“Number five, just three plots down at the blind end of the road.”

“Jeez, you might need to go to a million,” I said with a chuckle. “It’s huge and you have no immediate neighbors around it.”

“Well, considering what kind of action our backyard is going to see, it’s perhaps just as well,” she quipped. “Can you imagine yesterday’s fun on the lawn if the houses next to yours would have been finished already?”

“We’d probably be deported,” I answered and we both giggled like schoolgirls.

Well, it was a good thing Lydia didn’t make the bet an actual one, because it turned out I had been right. When the two love-birds had returned from Dresden, Nadja was, to put it mildly, cross-eyed and giddy. At least she hadn’t driven in that state. Mark had been at the wheel.

It turned out, Mark had bought her several sets of garter belts, stockings and blindfolds. And the giddiness of hers stemmed from the fact that he had made her model all of them right there in the shop for him. She had to walk – practically naked – out of the changing booth, show him the result and get back in to change into the next set. I mean, seriously, the front of her leggings was so wet, it looked like she had pissed herself with excitement. Boy, oh boy, that girl was a trip and a half.

But of course it was a surprise for Lydia. She finally realized that Regina and Nadja were not mere supporting characters in this love-story. She would have to get used to the fact that she would have two ‘co-wives’, fourteen and eleven years her junior. I was still convinced that Mark would choose her every time if she demanded an exclusive relationship, but it would come at the cost of breaking him.

Without Nadja and Regina he wouldn’t ever be the same, or even complete for that matter. I knew what I was talking about. If I were to try and demand exclusivity in my relationship with Regina, I could just as well stab her. She would be broken without him in her life.

Regina

Jenny had returned from her visit with auntie Bea, all on her own by train and bus for the first time. In the least surprising move ever, she had dashed straight into the pool, even ignoring our rules about the placement of clothing in her exuberance. Meri muttered to herself as she had to pick up abandoned clothing and baggage from the floor again.

At least Jenny had looked properly chastised when Mark had given her a stern talking to about the fact that her kit should have ended up neatly, or at least somewhat, folded on the bench next to the pool, not strewn across the corridor.

Alas, all the paternal effect evaporated when Jenny needed all of one minute to blag a game of beach ball with him and Nadja.

One of the major upsides of Meri’s new ground rules about using the pool was, that not only Jenny was no longer required to wear anything when at or in the pool.

Normally we had always put our kit back on before she came home from school or karting. We still did, but we could at least now commandeer the deckchairs around the pool to catch some sun without wearing anything. Especially Nadja still had some tan-lines to get rid of.

I let Jenny play ball for a while before reminding her that there was homework to do. Benevolently sparing me any pouts our attempts to argue, she got out of the water, toweled herself off and after putting the fresh clothes on that I had brought, she disappeared into the house. Mark trundled off towards the guest house and Nadja joined Lydia and me on one of the deckchairs.

“So, what’s the secret signal going to be?” I asked Nadja.

“Black garter belt, matching stockings, a blindfold and nothing else. When I wear that, he knows I’m ready to serve him.”

I chuckled. “He bought those for me too, sans the blindfold, but I never wore them. What’s the point? I like to go naked, he likes to see me naked. Fiddling with lingerie seemed pointless to me.”

“You should try,” Nadja told us with a giggle. “He made me model them for him, right there in the shop. You should have seen the looks he gave me. Like I was goddess Aphrodite herself. It makes him unbelievably excited to see us naked but with that stuff on.”