The Guidance Counselor: Beginnings

Hello guys! I am your Anand back with a brand-new series about a Guidance Counselor. Thank you for the amazing response to the previous story. I strive to give you content while indulging in my fantasies.

This series does not revolve around a few characters. This is about the biggest taboo in a college with its Guidance Counselor in the forefront. This part introduces you to some of the main characters and lays the foundations for multiple stories to come.

For each erotic incident, I have made sure to include a lot of backstories. I hope you enjoy the journey.

Characters mentioned in the story:

Dr. Liya Robin – The protagonist of the story and the narrator of this part.

HER – A character that is not introduced fully. This character will be the mistress of Dr. Liya Robin. We will introduce her in the later parts of the story.

Kirti – A student in the Halcyon group of Institutions who will travel along with Dr. Robin.

Dr. Melanie – She is a gynecologist. Also introduced as one of Dr. Liya Robin.

Shalini – Kirti’s friend and a character that is not fully involved in the action. She has a lot of unexplored dimensions.

Angel – Kirti’s second friend and a character that has a lot of unexplored dimensions.

Principal Jenifer – She makes a brief entrance and yet to be explored.

Now, relax, strip, take some time off and enjoy the journey with me.

Educating the younger generation was always my passion. Somewhere along the way, I switched to psychology as my major. Perhaps, I wanted to understand the intricate knowledge of human emotions, thoughts, and what drives a person.

After practicing as a psychologist for a year, I went back to my passion – educating the younger generation. I joined a reputed college that had just created a position, Guidance Counselor, not a very traditional position in India.

I was intrigued by the job description and their preference for a phycologist. My role was to guide them in every way possible – not just for their career. It was not a traditional approach to educating them. But I felt this was a good way to understand their needs and do my part to create a better society.

As part of my job, I usually conduct some awareness programs on behalf of the college. The most recent one was ‘Know Thyself’ as part of a sex education program. It took me over six months to get the college management to sign off on this.

I had first presented the idea just after I joined the college. It is ridiculous as to how many people I had to convince. Finally, I got the nod for a trial program with a limited test group consisting only of females.

The word Sex is taboo in India – we are all aware of the fact. But I realized it is important to educate the students regarding sex. Our population is at its peak. There’s the easy accessibility of pornography due to the smartphone revolution.

So we must formally educate the younger generation on sex to not be violated physically, emotionally, and mentally. The management agreed to host a weekly class on sex education as a trial only for girls and strictly behind closed doors.

I was ready to take any leash that they threw at me. I just wanted the program to take off. I have worked really hard for this day. It will be one of the biggest achievements of my life.

I had invited a chief guest, a known personality or shall I say my PET. One of my many PETS. Yeah, More about her later!

So, this story begins here: Me committing one of our society’s biggest taboos by starting a sexual relationship with my student. You call me – a slut. I call it liberation and free will. I was not going to force her. I just wanted to teach her.

I am still training her to be one of the independent women and a beautiful love story.

I am Dr. Liya Robin, the guidance counselor in the Halcyon group of Institutions, and this is my story.

The first session of the program was scheduled on a Saturday in the college Seminar Hall. It was a small establishment with soundproof walls and an artificially well-lit ambiance.

The room kind of reminded me of the Red room I had been to so often in the past. Back when I had a sugar MOMMY (or commonly known to you as MISTRESS), trying to be HER favorite pet. I smiled as I reminisced my earlier days with HER.

My time with HER made me so independent, confident, and strong. Yet I hated HER for letting me go. I was safe, happy, and joyful during my relationship with HER. But all she wanted from me was my obedience, submission, blind faith, and my mouth at HER cunt at the snap of her finger.

I wanted more. I aspired to be more than just a slave, I deserved more, or so I thought! She always made me beg for my orgasm, pushing me to the extremes and make me earn my pleasure. That was all empowering and very stimulating, But I wanted HER, her love, affection, empathy, heart, and body.

I just wanted the whole of HER. I wanted to look into her eyes, kiss her lips, hold her arms, go on a date, make love, sleep with her, on her, beside her. I wanted love. I craved for it.

She didn’t want to deal with it, with me, with my love.  She let me go after shattering me into a million pieces – leaving me craving for an orgasm on her hand. It was a long time ago!

I promised myself that day. If someone was going to finger me to cum – it would be HER, her hand. I have never let anyone else finger me to cum. I always made them give me an oral or even fuck me but never let them touch my cunt.

It has been 4 years now, but I will not forget the promise I made to myself. I still do not have the courage to confront her. Maybe I will never have. This is one of many reasons I have never submitted to anyone else. I had to keep my promise.

I did not crave submission. After she left, the disappointment, anger, emptiness made me a different person – a person sometimes even I don’t recognize. I lived – happily, with my army of pets – but never content.

All these thoughts rushed through me, bringing back the longing, insecurity, disappointment, anger, and frustration with it. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and concentrated on my breathing.

Feeling the air enter my nostrils, slowly filling the lungs, expanding my bosom, nipples rubbing against the bra. Then slowly leaving the body back through my nostrils along with all the anger, frustration, and disappointment.

This technique was suggested by my therapist. She asked me to do it every time I felt overwhelmed. It works. On most days, it brought me back to the present. I continued breathing in and out for a few seconds

I recognized a faint fragrance. I couldn’t quite place it, but a known fragrance. It was not a perfume, a natural fragrance, feminine, intoxicating even. I quickly glanced across the room. Scanning the faces in the room, trying to figure out the source.

Our program has started with a small test group of 35 female students. The management wanted to see how it was received and perceived. As I scanned through the room. I caught a pair of eyes looking right at me.

Deep dark brown eyes, with beautiful eyelids, with the right amount of mascara tracing her eyes. It was beautiful and brimming with confidence. The eyes quickly brought a smile to my face while deterring my search. I curiously zoomed out as her face came into focus.

I have seen this face before. It was Kirti. I have seen her in the drama club before. I even remember having a brief chat not long ago. Think of her as the cute little nerd, adorable, shy, funny, pretty. I can keep on going.

She was barely 5 ft, maybe just over 5 ft, extremely fair, brunette. Her hair falling free just below her shoulders, dangling earrings with a French hoop pulling her earlobes down. Ripe cherry-like lips, lean frame tightly hugged by the short plain pink kurti with the floral design running down her bosom.

Well-shaped breasts snugly fit in her dress (maybe she was wearing a padded bra). A great ass and accentuated legs stretching her leggings thin. She was working out – or good genes perhaps. Her kurti sleeves ended just below her elbow with some floral design in the cuffs.

The smile was mesmerizing. She had some light makeup on (or maybe she was blushing, I thought). Her gaze was fixed on me. I noticed her heel last – a black silhouette with an ankle strap. Hmm, yummy, I thought. (Go ahead – judge me. I have a foot fetish, and I am proud of it)

The heel added an extra notch spice to my desire to touch those beautiful pair of feet that were bound to it. After devouring her with my eyes, I lifted my eyes back to her eyes. She hasn’t shifted her gaze – looking straight at me. Our eyes met.

Her lips broke into a broad smile. She waved at me. I flashed an approving smile with a nod. She turned to her friend and said something, and began walking towards me.

I was trying to understand the emotions that were running high – there was obviously some attraction. I just wasn’t sure if it was mutual. She stood facing me and said, “Hi Dr. Robin.” (Yeah, I am a doctor – Dr. Liya Robin – the in-house psychologist) with a smile.

“Hi,” I gave a pause and continued, “Kirti, is it?”

“Yes,” she replied, surprised or maybe disappointed. I couldn’t quite decide.

“I just wanted to come to introduce myself. Quite surprised that you knew my name.”

“Oh, that’s great. I have a good memory. We have met before – in the drama club during the last semester,” I replied, trying to remember our last encounter with each other.

“Do you remember everyone you meet with?” she said with a flirtatious smile, her head slightly downturned and looking into my eyes. I didn’t want to back down, “Just the ones that made an impression.”

“Ha… So, I am impressive, aren’t I?” she said and stuck a pose.

I shot back with, “Mm… Not as much as I am.”

She was like, “Ahh…that hurt,” and rubbed her heart over the dress and continued, “I am sure you are,” as she checked me out.

Then we laughed together. Once our laughter died down, she continued, “I really wanted to say this is impressive, Dr. Robin. I am all for sex education. I am surprised, though. How did the management sign off on this?”

“This is more of a test run. Management would like to know how you people perceive such programs before officially signing off on the full campus program.” I continued, “Thank you, though. I am glad young girls like you understand the importance of sex education.”

As we were speaking, the gynecologist entered the room. I had invited a gynecologist for the first session of the program. This session was mainly to engage the women – to introduce sex to them.

It could be quite patronizing to some of them. I look at the group, and I know at least half of these people are not virgins. But this session was mainly to open them up a bit to break out of the thought that sex is taboo.

As Melanie (the gynecologist) entered, I noted how tense she was. As she saw me, she came to me. Without caring for my current company, she spoke: “Thank you, mam, for the invite. I am glad to be of use to you.”

The reaction on Kirti’s face was priceless listening to the way Melanie spoke. With a smile, I said, “You will do great, my dear… or else…” finishing mid-sentence. I stroked her hair and ran my fingers through her hand.

She looked at me with a slight jitter. Her breath quickened, and her pupils dilated. She managed to smile through it all. To any bystander far away, our conversation would have been just two friends catching up.

But Kirti was trying to comprehend the situation, understand the relationship Melanie and I had. She was taken aback by the events transpiring right in front of her.

I introduced Kirti to Melanie, “Melanie, this is Kirti, an impressive student.” Melanie gave a knowing smile to Kirti, shook her hand, and said, “Hi Kirti! Good to meet you.”

I moved closer to Melanie’s ear. I noticed her neck hairs responding to my hot breath.

As she opened her mouth to let out a mouthful of air, I whispered: “Go backstage. Lift your skirt, remove your panties aside. Place your hands on the table, bend forward, spread your legs and wait for me there. You better be dry when I get there.”

I moved away immediately, leaving her hanging in mid-arousal. She was too aroused to talk – just nodded and left. I could see the droplets of sweat formed in her forehead and her flushed cheeks.

I left Kirti there, contemplating on what had happened. I squeezed her shoulder and said, “See you after the session, Kirti.” As I moved away from her, I could see all the confusion in her face and was evidently aroused.

She was blushing uncontrollably. That mission was a success. I will have her soon, the next forbidden fruit.

As I moved away, I could see her friends, Angel and Shalini, struck up a conversation. It seemed to me that they were arguing about something. I turned back when I was about to enter backstage. She was still following me with her eyes. I disappeared from her sight with a smile.

Backstage was dimly lit, not as vibrant as the auditorium. But looked exotic with a dripping pussy in the midst. Melanie was standing there as ordered. It was hot to see when all your orders are carried out, barring any inhibitions that a human mind could have.

I thrive in the control, power, and influence that I have over my pets and other people. It gives me a rush, an invisible power, and a boost to my bolstered ego. She was in the middle of the room, stood like a sculpture with life.

The cold temperature, the possibility of being caught, embarrassment from someone watching, and the naked truth was that she loves it. It was making her blush. The humiliation burning her skin, stimulating her pussy.

She was on the edge of orgasm. Droplets of cum dripping from her pussy onto the floor like water droplets from a damaged tap. I stood at the entrance and admired the absolute obedience that Melanie was exhibiting. The thought gave me a rush like many times before.

She did not dare move. I watched her for a good 5 minutes from the entrance to the backstage. I inched closer to her, thinking of what I was going to do. I stood behind her. She knew I was there behind her. But she did not dare to whisper or move.

She stood there eagerly awaiting my touch on her pussy or my words or a hard spank on her ass. I was counting the number of droplets that dropped onto the door from her whore cunt. She was quite the whore when I first met her and one of the hardest to train. She has a dominant side – she has some pets of her own.

She goes after the natural submissive. I love the thrill of bringing out the submissiveness in otherwise dominant men and women. It is a rush like no other. When they finally drop on their knees to serve me their true mistress and giving them the pleasure that only I could provide.

I love pain – I like to inflict and also to receive. But I like to seduce with pleasure, tease, and a bit of love and compassion. Sometimes, very rarely, though, I have had to overpower some as a last resort.

Once I show them the pleasures of submission, I always give them a choice – a chance to be my pet that demands complete submission unconditionally or not. I also give them a week during which there will be no contact.

I wouldn’t lie. I have had some people walk away, too, never to be heard from again. Some do not like the lifestyle, some are worried about society. Some because they cannot submit unconditionally. Some are not ready yet, and some want to explore and a lot of other reasons.

There are very few instances where they have to be in control or else suffer a breakdown. Such people remain friends of mine with some benefits. I respect their honesty and choices. But not before that have had the taste of complete freedom that absolute submission to me provides.

The friends I just mentioned, we dominate people together, sometimes just have sex or submit in bed only. Even though I do not encourage a submission only in bed. I sometimes do not stop them.

Most of those who had a taste of submission will come back and embrace the side that they were afraid of in all their lives. This decision to be my pet is one of the powerful decisions that they ever took. I respect the inner strength that they all have.

Melanie was one such person. A Dom, whose submissive side was woken in our time together, and she decided to embrace it. More on my ways of dominating later.

I counted exactly 25 droplets of cum dripping down from her cunt in the past five minutes I stood behind her.

I spoke, “I thought I asked you to be dry when I got here.”

I waited to see if she would respond. She knew better than to respond. “Speak,”  was all I had to say.

“I could not control. The humiliation, the nakedness, fear was arousing me. The more I tried to control, the more aroused I was…”

“I know my pet. Yet it counts as disobedience and calls for punishment.”

Again she waited for my permission to speak. There was silence for a good two minutes. I knew what I was going to do. But kept her guessing for good two minutes, anticipating – what I was going to do. The order to keep her pussy dry was meant to arouse her and make her wet.

She was ready for the next step. She was meant to fail, and she did. I had kept her on edge for 3 days already. She is going to remain that way for another 3 days, until Saturday. I already had the tools in my bag.

I had recently purchased a vibrator egg and a chastity belt just for her. I kept both in front of her so that she can have a good look at them.

“Raise,” I said, and she rose from her forward bent position. I lifted my skirt and sat on the table, and continued. “Remove the waistcoat and top two buttons of your shirt, lift your skirt, lie down across my lap on your belly. Pull out your right breast with your left hand.”

“Pinch your nipples and twist them in the anti-clockwise direction, and do not let them go. Spank your right butt cheek with your right hand 10 times as I count. Your butt cheeks better turn red when the count is complete. And do not make a sound, not even a moan.”

She followed the directions to the T. She lay across my lap, pulled her breast out, pinched it, and twisted it. She rose her hand and was in the position to spank her to my count.

“Ready.”

One – I landed a hard spank on her left butt cheek while she landed her spank in the right butt cheek.

Two – She has started to twitch already but didn’t move.

Three – Both the spank landed at the same time.

The left cheek was redder than the right.

I said, “Harder.”

Fourth – Melanie hit it the hardest. She lifted her butt in pain as the hand landed on the butt cheek.

Five – Her hit landed first. This was even harder. Now it was pain, she is enjoying it. I could see she wanted to go harder.

“Use a finger to spank… just one finger… you will not touch your butt with the clasped part of your hand… One finger that’s all you are allowed.”

Six – I stuck as gently as humanly possible. She just used her index finger to spank – barely feeling anything. It was driving her mad.

“Spank hard now…Seven”

I hit her first on her left cheek with four fingers. But she gathered all her might and hit so hard that it made a sound. Yet she would not let any sound escape her mouth, not even a moan, not even, ‘Ahh.’

“Now – hit as hard as possible – 3 times on the next count, and do not cum.”

I could see her pre-cum oozing out from her pussy onto my stockings. I knew she was close.

“Spank NOW.”

Three continuous spanks within seconds landed on her right cheek. She was panting, but not a moan escaped. However, I was not done yet. I still had a few spanks in the bank.

“Get up…Kneel…” I knew we had spent some time backstage. I knew someone would come in search of us. In fact, I was counting on it. Once she knelt, she had both her hands behind her back, eyes fixated on my heel, and as straight as a pole from her waist on up.

“Remove the third button from the top, take out your breasts and present it to me.”

I could hear footsteps approaching backstage. I was excited now!

To be Continued…

And that is a wrap of the first part. There is a lot more interesting plot development ahead. Let us throw in some orgy as well. For all those guys and girls who want some steamy straight action, ‘Be patient. All in due time.’

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Hope I had made you cum after keeping you on edge for a long time. For any doubts on the twisted Dom/sub relationship or further insight into it, feel free to mail.  With love, Anand.