Kyla's Basic Training

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Released: 2010-02-01

When Kyla, a divorced woman from America, met Sean, a former child soldier from Uganda, she never imagined he would soon become her lover and then her absolute master. Yet something about Sean made Kyla want to obey him from he beginning. He wasn’t cruel or unkind – in fact, his mastery of her gave her total love and devotion, something she had never felt before. Soon she was undergoing basic training in submission at his hands. And their love-making was extraordinary. The only flaw in their relationship was their age difference. Sean claimed to be nineteen, but no one knew for sure. When Sean suggested they add a younger woman to their relationship, Kyla was shocked, but agreed it did make some sort of sense. Can their relationship survive? Here is an erotic romance that asks: Can two women share one man? “Kyla’s Basic Training” is a look at modern relationships through the prism of BDSM.

Without thinking about it, she reached around his hip and gave his cock a squeeze through the sheet. Afterward, she could never explain to herself why she did it. His eyes popped open and his hand snaked out to grip her wrist. “Oh, do it again – I’m not fully awake yet.”

Kyla tried to pull away but his grip was too strong. She found herself giving his thick cock another squeeze – and this time, there was no pretending he was still asleep.

“One more time, then I’ll get up.”

“Sean!” But she gave him another squeeze and she couldn’t say if it was more for him or for her. His cock seemed to respond in her hand, growing thicker and harder. She was instantly wet and it shamed her. She felt her face grow hot.

“That’s good,” he said and sat up, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek. “See how well that works? I’ll never be late again.”

She could only stare at him, her mouth agape. He rose and walked past her, his erection bobbing up and down. He went into the bathroom and she could hear him peeing noisily and when she closed her eyes she could picture it. When he returned, he found his clothes and pulled them on. She was still sitting there on his bed, speechless. He gave her another kiss on the cheek and said, “Tonight, I’ll make dinner for us, okay?”

Kyla nodded dumbly and found her feet. She went to her room and closed the door. She waited to hear him leave before she began to masturbate. She had two noisy and powerful orgasms in a row before she was able to stop herself.

That evening, during dinner, Kyla gathered up the nerve to broach the subject. “Uh, Sean…”

“Yes, Kyla?”

“Uh, about this morning…”

“Yes? It is a very nice way to wake up, no?”

“Well, yes, I suppose it would be. But you know it’s wrong, don’t you?”

He chuckled. “That is like saying waking up to the radio is okay, but the alarm clock is not. Whatever wakes me up the quickest is the best way, no?”

“Perhaps. But I can’t be doing that any more, you understand that, don’t you?”

“No, I don’t. Please don’t let your American morality complicate things. I need to wake up and get to my job, and this works best for me. Don’t make it complicated.”

He was so calm about it, Kyla found herself nodding in agreement. He had grown up in vastly different circumstances – why should she try to apply her repressed morality to this unique situation? It wasn’t really about sex – it was about waking the boy up for his job!

Later, she would come to realize that was all complete bullshit.