We perfected moving our right leg over the other person's left leg so that we could move our hips forward and rub our wet cunts and erect clits together without missing a touch or tongued kiss. It took only a week but we became like two synchonised swimmers performing a routine. And just like learning piano our movements became ever more intricate and innovative. I was able to predict her movements and synchonise with her. It was a bit like playing the left hand on a piano. This took some getting used to but after a while it came more easily than I imagined. Sophie told me she wanted me to synchronise our actions so that I stroked her exactly when she stroked me. I came back from my sensory haze and with my right hand I reached out and did the same. She pinched me and asked me to concentrate. My nipple reacted almost immediately to her touch. After about ten seconds I felt her hand caress and cup my right breast then with her fingers she stroked and pulled on my nipple. I placed the blindfold over my eyes and waited. She had me wear a blindfold and then told me to mimic every touch I received from her and also to make every move I could feel she makes with her body. She trained me at her apartment sitting naked opposite each other on her rug. How did she know that above all else I secretly desired being her sex slave? But I couldn't bring myself to verbally acknowledge it, I just went along with it. At this point my admiration for her grew even more. This time I nodded my consent since I had come to trust her completely and also because I didn't want to show how much the idea of being able to watch us together excited me.īut first she said that she needed to train me, that I must follow everything she says without question. Sophie informed me that our experimental love making session would be in the laboratory and that it would be recorded with our equipment. She asked me for permission and smiled as she mentioned that it would involve a sex act. Sophie happened to be reading a paper from a fellow researcher which gave her an idea. It is like everything about us can change except our notion of self. As we develop from child to adult into old age and as our knowledge and experiences expand we still retain the same conception of self. Part of our research involved the study of self-image and how the mind creates and maintains a conception of self through the awareness of our physical and emotional existence with our memories. However, neither of us could have guessed how our affair and our research would intersect. She held me in an almost constant state of arousal. I became her toy, her object of desire, her canvas. I was intoxicated with her and willingly ceded all control to her. It started innocently enough with kisses and soft touches but after a few weeks I became her clay that she moulded into more and more creative designs. That first night back in her apartment sitting on the very same couch sipping wine was my first awakening to the carnal pleasures that Sophie introduced me too over the next few months. My face immedately went bright red with embarassment. But it was during one of these sessions that she looked up and smiled as she caught me looking down the front of her top. At first, I rationalised that it was really the teacher - student or boss - worker relationship that was the cause of my attraction. I felt a strong pull of sexual attraction. Her top fell forward showing me her pert breasts neatly tucked into her bra. Well, that changed when Sophie sitting opposite me at her desk lent forward. Although, I had always been attracted to other women, I considered myself straight. After all that study I was very keen to be involved in some real research. I had just completed my psychology degree with honours. Our relationship started about 3 months ago, not long after Sophie hired me to be her research assistant. We were like two explorers that had first sight of an unimagineable treasure knowing that we were the only two people in the word that knew of its existence. I am sure Sophie was thinking exactly the same. But, it transformed me in such a way that I can never imagine myself the same again. I had to remind myself that it was just a sex act. No words passed between us but a knowingness held us in awe of what we had just experienced. We sat that evening with legs up on the couch sipping wine, more content than I can ever remember, staring into each other's eyes.