Lessons for Laura (4 page)

She stood talking with a striking older woman directly under
my painting. My eyes shifted quickly. I could hear her laughter. I watched
until she looked directly back at me and shook her head ever so slightly from
side to side to let me know that my insolence had not gone unnoticed.

Why can’t I just stand here like she asked?

The unsatisfied stare made me focus on her alone. All the
comments fell away, and she was the one I now displayed myself for. My position
became soft and erect; I pushed my breasts upward and my hips proudly,
presenting my finest details to her. The pain my body was suffering from the
long-held position washed with a flood of desire for her.

Now about that itch.

Suddenly her voice came into focus, and I instinctively
turned toward it. She stood just a few feet away with the other woman, her
presence strong and her drawing gaze irresistible. I looked directly into her
eyes before I could remember my instructions. I scanned the two faces.

I might as well see it coming.

They both smiled and leaned in close to speak only to one
another, never taking their possessive eyes off me.

The two of them glanced at the onlookers, who formed a wider
circle around us. I turned my neck for the first time in hours to try to see
what was happening. Now all eyes were turned in on me at the same time. My
heart pounded and I felt trapped by my own fear and confusion. The spectators
got very quiet. I looked down to the faces now amused by my animation as I
turned a full circle to find my escape.

I heard a
whooosh
slice through the air behind me and
then a sharp crack. I turned quickly to the sound. A scream from the pedestal
to my right penetrated the low hum that had taken the room. I whipped my head
around, and there she stood, proudly holding the long whip that recoiled at her
feet.

Jumping the three feet to the floor would be the easy part. But
after that, where could I possibly go? I regained my composure and refocused my
gaze on the woman in the painting and waited… and waited. My body flinched at
the crack and scream of each of the targets standing in the path that led
directly to me.

The crowd raised the encouragement as I silently counted
down to the inevitable outcome.

She’s directly behind me.

Silent screams filled my head while hot tears flowed out of
my closed eyes. I stopped breathing all together. I wanted to look. I needed to
look. A hand took mine, unfamiliar but warm. The tug pulled downward, and I was
forced to open my eyes to maintain balance. Looking directly into cool gray
pools of danger started my heart again.

“Hello, Laura. Welcome to my home. I have spared you the
whip tonight; however, I’m afraid your curious enticing eyes have betrayed
you.” Her kiss lay soft on my flushed cheek.

I stood back up, puzzled by her comment. “Enjoy your
delicious punishment, my dear. I certainly will.” She snapped her finger and
the steps were placed at my pedestal.

Why was I spared? What “punishment”?

Her hand offered balance for my descent. I stood flat-footed
in front of her in what I hoped was perfect form. The shame of my public nudity
had long since passed, and I stood almost proud to have been noticed and spared
by this Mistress. I watched as the crowd circled in closer. I performed only
for her, knowing she was watching me from somewhere out of my range of vision.

The Mistress had my hand in hers and turned me quickly
facing the pedestal. She gripped the back of my neck with her other hand. I was
forced forward and bent over the same insufferable object I had stood on for
hours.

My chest pounded against the cold marble base while the
crimped chains pinched my skin. Her hand released my neck and slid slowly down
my back to my waist and then across my ass. The chains served only as speed
bumps along her journey. My right arm was pulled to the middle of my back and
then my left. She held them together and leaned over me to speak.

“Do not move your hands from this position. Do you
understand?”

I nodded my head quickly in agreement. She squeezed my
wrists painfully. “‘Yes, Mistress’ is the proper response. Do you understand?”

I nodded my head again and answered, “Yes, Mistress.”

She squeezed tighter yet. “Never shake your head at me. Do
you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, without movement this time.

My wrists were released as she stood close behind me. Her
warmth engulfed my skin. I stood there bent over with my ass exposed to all in
viewing range as
she
stood by allowing it. Humiliation flooded back into
my consciousness.

Was I sure I could do this? Was I sure I wanted to?

I felt a sharp sting land across my ass, fast and firm. It
lingered, and before I could exhale, I felt another. The same indistinguishable
path as the first, and the chains bit into my flesh. Another landed and the
sound resonated in my head.

A flush raced hot across my face. My stomach tightened, nauseous,
but my clit throbbed. My body craved the pain while my heart stubbornly resisted
its captivity.

Suddenly awareness the strikes had stopped caught up to my
churning head. The dizzying unexpected rise of my body back to my feet quieted
my pleas. I stood shaking, overwhelmed by the sudden awakening of my own
vulnerability.

I could feel her desire spark at my skin, her breath hot and
moist on my neck, her hand tangled tightly in my hair, and her power over my
will. She softly kissed my damp hot tear-soaked cheek.

“Did you enjoy your punishment, Laura?”

My hesitation caused her to grip my hair harder. I felt
frightened and at the same time exhilarated.

I understood her warning as she pulled me against her.

“Yes, Mistress.” A whisper of reluctance to comply.

“You must respond quicker, Laura.” She tightened her hold on
my hair and bent me over again.

“Yes, Mistress,” I now blurted to save my further
punishment.

She snatched me back up and held me against her firmly
planted frame. Her long reach placed her hand between my wet thighs. She spread
her fingers, poking into my skin to force my legs apart for better access. I complied
instantly. Her fingers dipped into my uninhibited betrayal to discover my dirty
little secret.

The seduction of my senses surrendered quickly to her
control. I felt the vapor between my own legs rise as my heat permeated the air.
The beads of sweat tickled the heightened sensitivity of my skin as gravity
called them to crawl seductively down my body. I quivered at her invasion.

She’s watching me. I know she’s watching me take pleasure
from someone else.

My release was left wanting, as I stood breathless to face
my audience and my humiliation alone. The waves of desire were replaced again
with shame as the leering faces came back into focus. I stood there confused.

The back of her hand stroked my flushed cheek softly. “You
did well for your first time, but you will get better with practice.”

My first time?

~~~4~~~

I snuggled into grandfather’s old leather chair for a nap I
would appreciate later that evening. The apartment had a chill from the open
windows; the sensation across my skin reminded me how much I missed her touch. I
was being punished with abstinence for my willfulness in a recent session.

Even my dreams were starting to torment my will to comply
with her chastity rules. Waking up wet and fighting the urge to hide in my
closet to relieve my insatiable need nearly drove me mad. Instead, large red X’s
marked my calendar to mark progress toward the end of my suffering.

I stood ready in the middle of the floor long before she was
expected. My heart pounded when I heard an approaching vehicle. The hands on
the large clock over the door moved loudly, ticking to my insanity as the hour
approached far too slowly. She was never late and rarely early, so I waited.
The roar of her Harley and the scream of its brakes brought my body to a
perfect erect position.

I was waiting in tight black jeans tucked into the high
leather boots at her request. My breasts plunged forward, concealed just enough
to tease between the lapels of the red leather jacket tailored to fit me like
the black leather and fishnet gloves that finished the look. Still, my
satisfaction was purely dependent on my own behavior that evening.

Be good, Laura, you can’t take this much longer.

Lesson Four

I watched as she pulled a long black silky scarf from the inside
pocket of her black leather jacket. It was placed over my eyes and wrapped
again to increase its thickness and then tied behind my head. She kissed me
passionately while my hands were allowed to run along her strong back and pull
her in closer to me. The kiss was deep and rough. Even without the knowledge of
her expression, I knew her disposition.

Her hands moved over me with vigor. She proved by her grope
that she too had suffered our separation.

“Have you been a good girl, Laura?”

“Yes.” I answered her quickly. My only intention right then was
satisfaction.
Hers and mine.

She placed her hand on my back and led me to the curb where
her bike awaited us. She helped me position myself behind her and we sped away.

Facing directly ahead, as if I could see where she was
taking me, the ride had a different feel without the warning of subtle changes
in direction or signs of obstacles. I held tight through the hard stops and
quick starts she executed expertly. I heard very clearly the city disappear
behind us.

The familiar gravel driveway to her house surprised me. She
rarely took me there. I waited for her to get off the bike and then reached for
her hand, anticipating it would be there in my darkness. With her lead I paced
my unfamiliar steps through the dark maze confusing my memory of the layout of
her house.

We stopped and she let go of me, leaving me standing unaware
of my surroundings or her position in the room. I listened for her. The quiet
was intense. No noise at all. The space felt large and vacant, but I couldn’t
be sure. The darkness and silence caused my breathing to increase, and then I
heard her move behind me. I inhaled deeply.

“Are you there?” I asked as I reached out into the air
around me. I turned in the direction of the last sound.

She moved slowly back toward me, circling several times and
stopped close behind. Feeling her appetite sustained my sanity. I simmered on a
slow burn of fear and delight.

She released the single button on my jacket and slid it off
my shoulders from behind. My heart struck my chest as her fingers tenderly
brushed my bare back. The icy tips slid down and then followed my waist around,
raising goose bumps on my hot skin. Her breath blew across my ear while she
released the large silver buckle and pulled the thin leather of my belt from its
loops. I felt my wrists behind me suddenly tethered by my own belt. The cold
buckle pressed into my back.

I melted against her and tried to express my desire to
please her. She stood by and allowed me, to the best of my ability, to blindly
seduce her body. I rubbed my breasts and my still jean-clad pussy into her,
hoping for the slightest response. She held strong, unresponsive to my all but
humping her leg. I exhausted myself trying to get her to touch me. I stood back
and obviously expressed my frustration.

“Are you finished?” Her tone almost amused.

A smile on her lips, I was sure.

My legs were wobbly. I felt her tight grip on both of my
upper arms. Her demand for steadiness was felt throughout my body. I fought for
balance and control of my emotions as well as the stance she demanded. When I
settled to a perfect pose, I felt the sharp jerk of my hair. I leaned firm
against her left shoulder, my neck stretched back. I felt her breath on my face
and her hand on my throat.

Would I appreciate this experience more if I could see
her loving face?

“Remember what we discussed?”

I pushed my eagerness into her as a response. I was ready to
give her everything she desired.

“Answer me.” She tightened her grip.

“Yes,” I answered, a bit of defiance in my voice from my
long wait for her to award me pleasure.

She pushed me back up to my own stability.

“You are a challenge, Laura.”

“Isn’t that what keeps you coming back?” The words poured
out of my mouth before my brain could stop them.

I felt a sharp sting land across my ass; fast and firm, the
hard flat surface stung right through the denim. It lingered and before I could
exhale, I felt another. The same indistinguishable path as the first, and the
fire deepened. Another landed and the sound resonated in my head. The tight
pants held the rage to me.

My foolishness escaped again. I cried out, “Stop!” and then
stepped away from her.

I had been warned. I had been given a
word
that would
stop her.

I had a choice. Or did I?

She jerked me back hard by my hair still tangled in her
hand. I was turned and led forward a few inescapable steps and then thrust hard
over a cold firm…
something.

My hands were tied behind me, helpless to prevent my forward
momentum.
She won’t let me fall.
My breath caught as I hung by my hips
with my feet on one side and my head dangling, dizzy, on the other. My toes
stretched downward to balance myself, backside thrust into the air. I struggled
with my position and squeezed my legs together tightly. She landed another
sharp blow and then another.

“Stop… please, stop,” I pleaded.

Over and over again I pleaded as the burn penetrated the
deepest parts of me. Angry tears saturate the cloth concealing my weakness. The
word
swirled in my head, and I screamed it silently. My stomach
tightened and my head pounded, but my desire craved the pain.