Broken Plates and Ritualistic Behaviors, Copyright Alyssa Skye Ó 2001
By Alyssa Skye

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"And, as we can see from Freud's writings, he basically saw religion as a form of universal neurosis which combined love and dependence and respect and fear.  He saw it as something used by people to justify their acts of self-denial, the denial of instinctual desires, and to provide meaning in a demanding society."

Julie forced herself back to reality as the sound of applause signified the end of her student's presentation.  Usually she enjoyed her job as assistant professor of Sociology and found the papers and ideas put forth by students in her Society and Religion class to be interesting and thought-provoking.  Today, however, she was having a difficult time concentrating.  The images running through her mind had nothing to do with religious theories or the implications of animism versus naturism in a tribal society.  Instead, she kept picturing Michael, sprawled listlessly on her bed after she was done demonstrating the different levels of pleasure and pain that could be found in a single sexual experience together.  With his reddened ass and his lingering whimpers of submission clearly set in her memory, she became wet with arousal once again.  As the next student took her place at the podium, Julie shifted slightly in her seat to feel the press of her pant's seam more firmly against her crotch.

"In the ritualistic dimension of religion, one can see the acts and practices of the individual in his/her attempt to find the sacred or deepen one's faith.  These acts include everything from attendance at church to the practice of prayer.  While many of these acts are easily quantified and observed, some, such as the devoted individual's practice of self-flagellation, are of a more private nature.  Furthermore, ritualistic behavior can be very inconsistent…"

Upon hearing the words "self-flagellation", Julie's thoughts once again drifted off to Michael and the activities of the night before.  When she had returned home from work, he was waiting as she had demanded, dressed only in a tight-fitting pair of Levis which showed off his taut ass and well defined chest to perfection.  She could feel her nipples harden as she gazed at him, but instead of giving in to her lust, she scolded him for leaving the heat turned too low in the studio.

"Didn't I tell you that I want it to be at least 75 degrees in here when I get home?  Do you like to be punished, Slave?  Get over here and kneel down by my desk."  As he hurried to comply, she reached into the basket where she kept various paraphernalia and grabbed a pair of velvet-tipped clamps which she then placed securely on his nipples.  His whole body seemed to tremble, with arousal or fear she wasn't quite sure but aimed to determine.

As she sat down on the plush couch, she called to him again.

"Take off my shoes, Slave.  I could use a good foot massage.  Ahhh….that feels so nice.  I had to fill in for a colleague whose wife went into labor.  I love teaching cultural anthropology, especially when they discuss the harsh sexual practices of certain cultures, but the extra two hours on my feet does them in."  She relaxed into the couch for a while, enjoying the feel of his strong fingers as they kneaded and soothed her tired feet.  Soon, however, she desired more of his touch and slid out of her pants and thong underwear.

"I want you to massage my legs, starting with my calves and proceeding up to my thighs.  When you get to my crotch, I want you to rub my lips, parting them until you can see how wet I am.  Then I want you to eat me.  Make sure you suck my clit hard, Slave.  Don't forget what I've taught you.  Make me cum so good, and maybe I won't punish you too badly tonight."

With his smooth fingers and eager mouth, he worked his magic on Julie until she was gasping for breath as she came all over his face.  He knew by now to keep sucking her clit until she orgasmed a second time.  A good lashing with her riding crop was all it took to teach him what she wanted of him.

"That was good, Slave.  You learn quickly.  Mistress is very pleased with you.  Go ahead and clean yourself up, then we'll have some dinner."

Feeling absurdly happy at the comment, Michael rushed off to do as she asked.  He had picked up her favorite dishes from the Indian restaurant located around the corner from her studio and wanted to surprise her with an already-prepared dinner.  Although a part of him secretly hoped that she would find something wrong with the meal and administer the discipline that she was so adept at performing.

Dinner passed without a hitch.  Both of them were almost disappointed at this fact, but that was quickly dispelled as Michael dropped a plate on the way to the kitchen.  Whether by accident or not, the ceramic plate was definitely beyond repair as he scrambled to pick up the jagged, broken pieces from where they had fallen.

"Slave, that was one of my favorite dishes.  Now look at it.  Ruined.  Completely ruined.  For that, you deserve severe punishment.  After you clean your mess, bring me my leather whip."  Julie anticipated with excitement the whistling hum of the leather as it sang through the air before connecting with a sound slap on his bare ass.

Once he had finished and brought her the whip, she made him remove his Levis, watching with pleasure as his semi-erect cock sprang free.  The thought of him walking around sans underwear for some reason added to her lust.  She could feel the moisture dripping down her leg under the silk robe she had worn for dinner.

"Come here and kneel down, Slave."  Tearing aside her robe, she exposed her dripping pussy. "Suck me, Slave.  Finger me until I command you to stop."  As he was sucking her clit, he stuck one, then two, then three fingers inside her, pumping faster and faster until her hips bucked and she was so close to coming.  She grabbed his head, however, before she could and ordered him to face the couch, leaning forward until she had a good view of his trembling ass.  As always, she brought the whip back quickly, its song provoking a gasp from Michael.  She hesitated a long minute before letting it fly through the air to connect with his ass.  A pink mark appeared, then another and another.  He twitched from side to side, moaning with the pain and pleasure. 

"What are you doing, Slave?  Are you grabbing yourself?"  She dropped the whip and turned him around quickly.  Guiltily, he tried to hide his hand and the fact that he had been masturbating while she spanked him.  The evidence was clearly before her, however, in his hard red cock.  Again, she picked up the whip, only this time she flicked it lightly at his cock.  His eyes began to glaze over with the combination of torment and arousal that was coursing through his body.  Before he could come, she set the whip aside and took his cock in her mouth, soothing it with her tongue and her lips, loving it for the punishment it bore so well.

"Do you want to come in my mouth, Slave, or do you want to come inside me?  Look me in the eyes when you answer me."  He slowly brought his gaze up to hers.  She could see a hint of tears and a strong glimmer of passion buried there as well.

"I want to come in your mouth, Mistress.  If you don't mind,  that is."  Without answering him, she again took him into her mouth, running her tongue around his head, then up and down his length.  As his orgasm began to build, she sucked him hard, applying a rolling pressure until he could stand it no longer and emptied himself into her hungry mouth.

"Ms. Meiers?  I've finished my paper on Ritualistic Behavior in Religion.  Can I turn it in now or do you want it later?"  Julie's thoughts came thudding back to reality.

As the next student got up to present his paper, she had one final thought before forcing herself to concentrate:

I wonder what tonight will be like when I get home?