MidReal Story

Forbidden Desires

Scenario: BDSM tuning classroom, A pretty girl is S and a handsome boy is M, they had a wonderful story
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BDSM tuning classroom, A pretty girl is S and a handsome boy is M, they had a wonderful story
I was a regular at the BDSM tutoring classroom.
I’d been coming here for months, and I loved it.
My heart raced every time I walked through that door, excitement mingled with nerves.
Nerves, because I never knew what to expect, but also excitement because I never knew what to expect.
This place was my haven, the one place where I felt I could truly be myself.
I pushed open the door, stepping inside.
It was the same as always—dimly lit, shelves filled with various BDSM equipment and toys creating a kind of ambiance I’d never experienced before I came here.
But now it was my normal, my safe space.
A man sat at a desk in the corner, his eyes on me as soon as I stepped inside.
“Isabella,” he said, grinning at me.
I knew him as well as I knew the room.
He was a regular like me, though he was on the other side of the coin.
He wasn’t a submissive like myself but a dominant.
He nodded to a nearby chair, and I headed toward it.
It had been his idea for me to come here in the first place.
My ex-boyfriend had wanted a more submissive partner, and after trying to force myself into that mold for him, he’d told me about this place—a BDSM tutoring classroom where I could learn how to be that submissive he so desired.
When things ended between us, I didn’t want to give up on this new part of myself I’d discovered.
I wanted to learn more about submission and what it meant for me personally.
So I kept coming back here.
I leaned back in the chair, crossing my legs as I waited for him to call me back for today’s session.
The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of discoveries about myself, but today’s lesson promised to be the best by far.
At least according to the dominatrix who would be teaching me today’s lesson.
She’d promised a practical demonstration today that would help me understand things so much better than if she just tried to explain them using words.
The door creaked open, and my tutor stepped out.
She was petite and gorgeous with blond hair and a body that most women would kill for.
She wore a black corset with red satin lacing up the back.
A black miniskirt hugged her hips, her legs covered in black fishnet stockings.
She smiled at me.
“Isabella,” she said.
“It’s so good to see you again.”
“You too,” I replied.
I was in the presence of someone who had it all figured out, someone who understood life in a way I could only hope to achieve one day.
She was confident and assertive, knowing exactly what she wanted at all times.
I wanted that for myself.
I wanted her to help me become that person as much as I wanted her help me understand who this submissive side of me was.
“Come with me,” she said.
I stood and followed her into the back room—a room that had seen a lot of action over the months.
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The walls were covered in ropes like the kind used for shibari—Japanese bondage.
There were shelves lining the walls filled with all kinds of toys—whips, floggers, paddles, crops, restraints…you name it.
This room had it all.
I loved those shelves because they reminded me of everything I’d experienced since walking through that door for the first time.
At first, it had been overwhelming and uncomfortable.
Now it was my normal.
A happy sigh left my lips as we stepped inside the room.
“I see you’re admiring my rope.”
I blushed, looking away from the shelves to meet her eyes.
“Yes, Miss Vera.”
She laughed softly.
“No need to call me that when we’re alone,” she said.
“You can call me Vera.”
“Yes… Vera,” I said slowly.
Miss Vera took a seat at the desk in the corner of the room and motioned for me to sit across from her.
I sat, my hands folded in my lap as I looked at her expectantly.
“Today is going to be intense.”
My heart skipped a beat at that.
I’d been coming here for weeks now, and I still couldn’t get over my nerves when it came to this place.
Every lesson I’d had so far had been intense; I wasn’t sure I could handle anything more intense than what I’d already experienced.
Then again… maybe I could.
“I want to talk about bondage today,” Vera said.
“Particularly the psychological effects on the submissive mind.”
My heart pounded in my chest as I listened to her speak.
Bondage was something we’d covered before.
I loved being tied up.
It made me feel safe and secure.
And it turned me on like nothing else.
But the psychological effects…
That was something we hadn’t talked about yet.
“I’m going to demonstrate some basic ties on you today.
You’ll be blindfolded during the demonstration so that you can focus on what you’re feeling rather than what you’re seeing.
And then we’ll have a chance to talk about it afterward.”
“Yes… Vera.” I nodded.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes… Vera.” My voice was quiet this time.
“Good,” she said.
“Stand up, Isabella, and remove your clothes.
Then put your hands behind your back.”
My heart leaped into my throat.
I’d been naked before during these lessons, but I’d never been tied up while I was naked.
I stood up and began unbuttoning my blouse.
As I did, I thought back to that first day I walked through this door.
I’d been so uncomfortable being naked—around strangers, with lights on me.
But now it didn’t bother me at all.
I’d come so far in such a short time.
And I had Miss Vera—Vera—to thank for it.
As soon as I was naked, I put my hands behind my back and waited for her to bind them.
She didn’t make me wait long.
She grabbed some rope from one of the shelves and began wrapping it around my wrists.
“How does that feel?”
The rope wasn’t too tight.
There was a bit of slack in it, but not much.
“It’s good,” I said.
“I like it.”
She nodded, satisfied.
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I followed her as she led me over to the bed in the corner of the room.
There were several ropes hanging from the bed, along with a couple of toys I didn’t recognize.
My heart raced as I looked at them, wondering what Vera had in store for me today.
“Have a seat,” she said.
She pulled my arms behind me as I sat down, then tied them to one of the ropes hanging from the bed.
I had enough slack that I could still move around a bit, but not much.
I was stuck where I was until Vera decided to let me go.
“Today we’re going to talk about humiliation play,” Vera said as she walked over to a table next to the bed and picked something up off it.
It looked like a long strip of cloth, but I couldn’t be sure what it was—it was too far away for me to see clearly.
She walked over to me and began wrapping it around my head, covering my eyes with it as she did so.
“Humiliation play is a psychological fetish,” she continued as she worked.
“It’s about the degradation of one partner by another.
“How does that make you feel?”
I took a deep breath.
The thought of being humiliated made me… uncomfortable, but there was also something about it that turned me on.
We’d talked a little bit about this sort of thing before, and Vera knew that it was something I struggled with—something that wasn’t easy for me to talk about.
But she also knew that it was something I wanted to explore further.
She’d promised not to push me too far too fast—and she was very good at keeping her promises—but she’d also made it clear that she wasn’t going to let me off the hook entirely either.
It was all part of the learning process, she said.
And so far, she’d been right: everything we’d done up to this point had been part of a carefully constructed lesson plan designed to help me better understand what it meant to be a submissive—to know what it felt like in practice rather than just in theory.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
I trusted Vera.
I knew she wouldn’t let anything happen to me.
And I was curious.
I wanted to know what it felt like—to be humiliated like this.
I wanted to know if it was as scary as it seemed.
Or if it was as exciting as I thought.
I opened my eyes when I felt Vera stop working.
The blindfold was in place, and I couldn’t see anything at all.
“How does it feel?”
“Good,” I said.
It felt good.
My heart was still racing, but it was more from excitement than from fear.
We sat there for a few minutes in silence.
I could hear Vera moving around the room, cleaning up the things she’d been using earlier.
I wondered what was going on—what was going to happen next.
Then I heard her say: “I need a volunteer.”
My heart skipped a beat again.
A volunteer meant…
Vera wanted someone else to join us in the room—someone who was willing to help us with our lesson today.
Someone who was willing to be humiliated.
“You.” I heard Vera’s voice again.
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A few minutes later, I heard the door open and someone else came into the room.
It was someone I knew.
Someone I’d seen in this room before—many times, in fact—but we’d never really spoken to each other before.
I didn’t know her name, but I knew who she was: another student like me, who was here to learn from Vera what it meant to be a submissive—and what it meant to be dominated by someone else.
I could hear her moving around the room as Vera talked to her, telling her what was going to happen next and what she needed to do to help us with our demonstration today.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves as I waited for Vera to finish getting things ready on the other side of the room.
I didn’t know exactly what was going to happen next, but I knew it was going to be intense.
Vera had promised us an unforgettable practical demonstration this time, and I was excited to see what it was going to be like…
I sat in the classroom waiting for Miss Vera to arrive and wondering what she had in store for me today—or rather, for us, since this was a group class and there were several other people here along with me.
We were all here for the same reason: we wanted to learn what it meant to be a submissive—and what it meant to be dominated by someone else—and Miss Vera was here to teach us what that was like in practice rather than just in theory.
She’d promised us an unforgettable practical demonstration this time, and I couldn’t wait to see what it was going to be like…
My heart raced as I looked around the room, wondering where she was and when she was going to get here.
The clock on the wall said it was almost time for class to start, but there was still no sign of her anywhere—and as far as I knew, we didn’t have any other tutors, so if she wasn’t here yet…
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly as I tried not to think about that.
I looked around the classroom again and tried to relax as I waited for Miss Vera to arrive and begin our lesson for the day.
There were several other students here along with me today—mostly women, but there were a few men as well—and I wondered if they were all new students or if some of them were returning students like me who were just coming back for another round of classes.
It was hard to tell—I didn’t know any of them personally—but they all looked very nervous as they sat there waiting for the lesson to start, so I guessed they were probably new students who hadn’t been here before.
I smiled to myself as I thought about that: it seemed like such a long time ago that I’d been in their shoes, just starting out and not really knowing what I was getting myself into.
But now I knew—and I was glad that I did.
This place had become my favorite place in the world—a place where I could be myself and not have to worry about what anyone else thought of me or my desires.
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