Fifty Shades of BDSM Trilogy by Sky Corgan Page A

lifted it over my
head, exposing my white lace and silk bra. “You can put your arms
back down for now.” Master Benjamin moved on to unbuckling my belt.
I did my best to try not to think about what he was doing. Slowly,
the modesty I had clung to so desperately throughout my youth was
being unraveled, one item of clothing at a time.
    Soon, I was stripped down to my bra and
panties, and I felt an overwhelming need to shield myself from his
eyes. My entire body tensed up, my arms pressed close to my sides.
At any moment, I thought I might freak out, grab my clothing, and
run from the room.
    “Melita, relax,” Master Benjamin said. “I
promise that I'm not going to hurt you. You're a beautiful woman,
and you shouldn't be ashamed of your body.”
    “I'm not ashamed of my body,” I replied,
fearing that I was speaking out of turn but no longer caring. “I'm
ashamed that I'm having to share it with someone other than my
fiance.”
    “You do understand that you're sharing it
with me because of your fiance,” his words were gentle, yet somehow
impatient sounding. “You're here because that is what Jack Kemble
wants from you. He wants you to be a sexually confident girl. I
can't help you unless you open up to me.” Master Benjamin sighed.
“Have you ever role played before, Miss Nguyen?”
    “No,” I admitted.
    “Did you ever take drama in high school?”
    “Yes.”
    “Did you ever act in any of the school plays
or were you more of a props girl?”
    “I had a few parts in some of the plays.”
    “Well, role playing is a lot like acting. You
put yourself in character and act like you think the person you're
portraying would act.”
    I could see where he was going with this. It
was the same thing that Master Neil talked about the previous day,
about assuming different personas.
    Master Benjamin continued, “I'm going to give
you a little exercise to do. For the remainder of this session, I
want you to pretend that I'm a doctor, and that you're my patient.
If you want to make it a bit more realistic, then imagine I'm a
gynecologist. Pretend that there's something wrong with you, and
whatever I tell you to do will help to work towards the cure.”
    “Alright.”
    It sounded easy enough. All that I had to do
was clear my mind and imagine that he was a doctor. A harmless
doctor, only caring about my physical well being.
    Doctor Benjamin stepped up behind me, and I
tried to steady my breathing as I felt him unclasp my bra with more
skill than any straight man I could imagine. Slowly, he pushed the
straps over my shoulders, and I could feel my heart beat speed up
as the cups of my bra fell away from my breasts. With all the
gentleness he had shown so far, Doctor Benjamin came around and
pressed his finger between my breasts, hooking the front of my bra
before pulling it down and off of my arms.
    He's just a doctor , I told myself as I
felt the coldness of the room draw my nipples to attention. My
cheeks flushed at the embarrassment of it. I probably looked
aroused, and desperately hoped he wouldn't take it in such a
way.
    Doctor Benajmin walked behind me again, this
time digging his fingers between the waistband of my panties and my
skin, so he could drop them to the floor. “Could you go lean over
the table for a moment, please?” he asked, and I instantly obeyed,
feeling my pulse quicken with every step. My breath hitched as a
heavy palm slapped against my ass. “That was for your initial
reluctance,” he informed me. “Now go and stand where you were
before.”
    It felt strange imagining that I was being
spanked by a doctor, and I couldn't process it in my mind to make
it believable. Instead, I concentrated on how I didn't find it
unpleasant. Despite the sexuality of the situation, nothing that
Master Benjamin was doing to me felt sexual.
    When I was back in place, Master Benjamin
came and stood before me again. This time, he looked me over,
allowing his eyes to trail from my face, down to my throat, over