Steamy Dorm

by Kristine Robinson

  I follow her inside and the foyer is just as grand with a large staircase and polished wood floors. She leads me past a spacious dining room with china cabinets and a grand wooden dining table with at least a dozen matching chairs. We get to the kitchen with polished marble countertops and a large island in the center. She leans up against the island for a moment then opens a cabinet and takes out three crystal glasses.

  She sets them down on the island so gracefully. She opens another cabinet that seems to like a mini wine cellar and looks through the bottles before choosing a white wine. She uncorks the bottle and pours out all three glasses. She offers one to me and I take it, unsure what else I should do.

  I sip from my glass and look around the room like a starry eyed child. She watches me, clearly amused.

  “Thank you for bringing me here, Mrs. Hawthorne.”

  She laughs. “Oh my dear, I’m not Lady Hawthorne. I’m Angeline Morton, a close personal friend. You’d best to remember that the proper title is Lady, not Mrs. or Ms.”

  “Oh, I beg your pardon.”

  A few awkwardly silent minutes later a tall, toned woman with ebony skin joins us in the kitchen. She has on a white tank top and skin tight dark blue jeans with knee high black leather boots. Her heels click on the floor as she approaches. She runs her hand over her shaved head before taking the third glass of wine and taking a sip.

  “You must be Sonya.”

  I nod. “Pleasure to meet you, Lady Hawthorne.”

  She smiles at me. “Did you get a chance to read the contract on your way here?”

  I shake my head. “Sorry, no.”

  “You will stay here in this house for the duration of your contract. You agreed to a one year term. During that time you will be in service to me and Angeline. Any extra services that we require of you will of course be compensated for.

  You will be given your own room here in the house. At the end of each week you will receive a stipend as per the agreement. The money you receive is yours of course. Now, allow me to show you the house.”

  I follow her as does Angeline. She first leads us past the kitchen to the first bathroom and the laundry room where she explains that I will be required to keep up on laundry. Then back out across the foyer into the parlor and attached living room, with another bathroom. She explains that guests are usually entertained here and I may need to clean it on occasion.

  We head up the stairs and to the left, above the kitchen, where there is yet another bathroom, a study, and a bedroom she deems as mine. We then go to the right where she shows me her room and Angeline’s room. Between their rooms is a closed door which I ask about. She just tells me I’ll see it later.

  She leads us outside into the yard where there is a large, luxurious swimming pool. Extending back beyond that are vast, green orchards of various kinds of apples. She tells me that the groundskeeper keeps the orchard and that I won’t have anything to do with it much. We go back inside to the kitchen.

  “Do you have any questions about your stay here?” Lady Hawthorne asks.

  I shake my head.

  “Good. Dinner will be served in your room for the evening. You may explore what I have shown you of the house as you see fit. I expect you up and at breakfast in the morning.”

  I go up to the room deemed mine and my luggage is already there an unpacked. My room is amazing. There is a large, four-posted bed with a plush comforter and large pillows. I jump on it and bounce a few times. A giggle escapes my ear to ear smile.

  Eventually dinner comes up and I can’t believe it. I am served a small salad, a glass of red wine, and a tender steak on a large platter by a servant. I ask them about their time here and they just smile at me. I don’t get anything more than that. I thank them for my meal and eat in peace.

  The rest of the night is perfectly calm. I flip through the channels on the television sitting in my room on top of a long dresser. I feel like I’m staying in a five-star hotel. The bed is amazingly comfortable and it doesn’t take very long for me to fall asleep.

  ***

  I wake up fully refreshed to the smell of coffee and bacon. I rush downstairs and into the kitchen where Lady Hawthorne and Angeline are waiting for me. I sit down on a tall stool by the island. Angeline is sitting on the island counter draped in a white silk robe sipping a mimosa. Lady Hawthorne is sitting on a stool at the other end drinking coffee.

  They have plates in front of them with crispy bacon, sliced fruit, toast, and eggs. Angeline points to the stove where the pans are with food ready to be served. I take the hint and grab a plate before sitting back on the stool.

  “You’re going to be left here with Viv for the day,” says Angeline.

  “Viv?” I ask after a sip of coffee.

  “My name is Vivica Hawthorne. Really girl, you should have read your contract thoroughly.”

  I try to conceal my shame with a strip of bacon and more coffee. Angeline smiles as she finishes her drink. Then she hops off the counter, pats my shoulder, and leaves. Lady Hawthorne watches me finish my breakfast. I notice her staring and don’t really know how to react.

  Once I am done I pick up my plate as well as the others and take them to the sink. I start to wash them and feel Lady Hawthorne come up behind me. She is easily half a foot taller than me putting her breasts on either side of my head.

  She places her hands on my hips and kisses the back of my neck. I can’t help but smile, her lips are so soft against my skin. She wraps her arms around me, just under my breasts, and hugs me close to her. I try to keep my wet, soapy hands in the sink.

  Her hands go up under my shirt to gently caress my breasts. She squeezes them gently then a bit tighter until I let out a soft pleasured sigh. She slides her hands down my sides and rests them on my hips. I want to touch her but that would be rude to splash dirty water on her.

  She kisses my neck again and again. One of her hands slides back up my stomach and under my bra to cup my naked breast. She clamps my nipple between to finger and lightly tugs. I bit my lip and she smiles. She rubs her fingers firmly over my breast, taking her time with my erect nipple.

  “When you’re done, come up to my room.”

  I nod to her. She turns to leave and smacks me on the rear. I turn to look at her and see her sultry smile. Her eyes are looking me up and down, admiring my physique. Her eyes meet mine and I feel small. This domineering woman is majestic, arousing, and frightening.

  I finish up the dishes and head upstairs. I turn towards her room and the door is shut. I knock and she beckons me in. I open the door and there she is. I never thought of be actually attracted to another woman, but she is drop dead gorgeous.

  She is wearing a black leather corset that cups her small breasts perfectly. She has on ruby red lipstick and a shining purple eye shadow that really pops against her dark skin. Her legs are encased in black leather pants that are laced up on the sides. She saunters over to me, the black boot heels clicking against the floor.

  I am in awe and I’m fairly certain I was gawking like a bass because she placed her fingers under my chin to lift my head to look her in the eye.

  “Follow me.”

  She takes me over to the closed door between hers and Angeline’s bedrooms. I am curious to know what lies beyond the threshold. She opens it and I thought I had seen everything. I was wrong. This room is almost like something out of a Hellraiser movie.

  There are two large wooden Saint Andrew’s crosses, one in each of the back corners. Between them is a padded table, almost like what you would find in a massage parlor but with more metal rings around the edges. A large boudoir is against one wall that is decorated with all sorts of implements: paddles, whips, rope, feathers, cuffs. Against the other wall is a piece of furniture that looks much like a sawhorse, except that it is padded and well made.

  Lady Hawthorne brings me into the room. “You will not enter this room unless accompanied by me. Once in here you belong to me. You will do as I say, when I say it. I expect you to follow my orders
to the best of your ability. Do so, and you will be rewarded. Failure to do so, will result in punishment.”

  She looks back at me with a cocked brow. I think quickly and nod my head, “Yes Lady Hawthorne.”

  “You will address me only by my title or Mistress. Is that clear?”

  “Yes Lady Hawthorne.”

  She goes over to the wall of hanging implements and runs her fingers over some of the leather tails of the various floggers. She keeps looking at me then at them, touches a different one, then looks back at me again. After a few more times of this she lifts a pair of cat-o-nine whips off the wall. They are made of luscious red leather with braided black and red handles. She brings them to me and holds one out.

  “This is a flogger, as are the others like it on the wall. The softest is made of rabbit fur. The toughest is the knotted leather cord. The ones I have here are thick cow hide. Let’s test you out.”

  She points over to one of the crosses and I go up to it. Now that I am right up against it I see small hooks, one on each side, at the top. Lady Hawthorne hangs a flogger from each, presses her body up against me, and gently caresses my body.

  Before I know it she has me standing against the leather cross with my arms hugged around the center, completely naked. Her soft lips feel so nice on my body. She kisses down my neck and back. Her hands touch me and send shivers up and down my spine. She kisses my back with the tails of the flogger and they feel just as good.

  I’m used to this kind of stuff from other clients. All I have to do is fake some moans of enjoyment, maybe gasp a few times. They never hit me hard. Most of the time it felt like a gentle massage, which is why I enjoyed those jobs.

  The tails against my skin start getting more frequent and harsh. I can’t fake any of my sounds. I gasp and yelp as she strikes me again and again. I can hear her grunt as she throws the whip against my back and the resounding thwack as it lands on target. I yelp and turn my head to see her standing there with a smile across her face.

  She hangs the floggers back up on the cross and goes to the boudoir. She opens it and rummages through it until she finds what she wants. She comes back and grabs my hair, pulling my head back.

  “Don’t you dare fake a moan with me.”

  I can see the anger in her eyes. She slaps a pair of cuffs around my wrists so that I am stuck hugging this cross. She steps behind me and slides her hands down my legs. She widens my stance and ties my ankles to the bottom edges of the cross. I can hear her pulling on some rubber gloves.

  She stays kneeled behind me. I can’t turn my head to see what she is doing but I can feel it. She slides a hand up my thigh and places a few gentle kisses against my flesh. I can feel her warm hand cupping my mound, caressing my lower lips. She slides a finger between them and slowly strokes my sensitive nub.

  I moan softly and I can feel her smile, her lips pressed against the back of my thigh. She slides her fingers back right over my slit. I shudder as she slowly pushes her fingers inside me. She slides her other hand around my thigh so she is hugging my leg. She places her hand on my mound. She has two fingers in me and two caressing the most pleasurable spot on my body.

  The moaning that she brings forth from my body can only be described as fan-fucking-tastic. My body shivers as she quickens her pace. She thrusts her fingers in and out while her other hand caresses my clit just as fast. Waves of pleasure crash over my body.

  I can feel her thumb against my anus and slightly question what she is about to do. Then she presses her thumb firmly inside me. I gasp and she gently thrusts it in and out. I settle in the new sensation. The combination of her fingers rubbing against my clit, her fingers thrusting between my lower lips, and her thumb inside my anus makes me moan and shiver in ways I never thought possible.

  I am amazed at how quickly she would make me squirm in her grasp. She takes control of my body and I love it. My body tenses. My ankles pull against the restraints as my legs try to clamp down on her hands. My moaning sounds like a great ape yowling in the jungle. Had my hands not been cuffed around the cross I surely would have been brought to my knees.

  The quaking in my body subsides and she gently removes her hands from between my legs. I can’t even keep track of how long it has been. I am amazed by what she brought forth from my body.

  I hang my head in the nook of the cross panting but she is not done. She removes the gloves and is behind me, her open hand slapping against my pale buttocks. With each harsh strike I can feel the bruise forming.

  Her firm hand striking my flesh both hurts and feels great. I can feel myself relaxing in the rhythm. Soft moans escape my mouth as she spanks me again and again. I can feel my body begin to beg for her touch, beg for the harsh strikes against it. I can feel the sweat beading on my skin. Each strike against me flings sweat across the floor.

  She goes back to the boudoir and I hear her rummaging through it. I can’t turn my head far enough to see what she has. I really want to know. She comes back up to me and holds something hard and cold against my slit. It starts to vibrate in her hand and I moan. She holds the vibrator right up against my clit and reaches around to grab hold of my breast with her free hand.

  Her nails dig into my flesh. My clit is already so sensitive. It throbs against the vibrations and I can feel myself nearing the edge. She turns off the toy. I remember other clients doing something similar but they never actually got me close. They never made me want to beg for that lovely sensation. She steps back and spanks me again, I shriek a bit at the sudden change in sensation.

  Lady Hawthorne places the toy back between my legs and keeps it on a low setting. I sigh happily at the low tingling. She rubs it against me combining the motion with the vibrations. I let out a soft moan. She slides her nails up my back to grab a handful of hair. She pulls my head back and listens to my moaning.

  I feel myself getting closer again and my moans become airy. She turns the toy off again and I whimper. I beg her to let it happen and she laughs at me. She turns the toy on a low setting next to my ear and I struggle against the cuffs. I want it back between my legs so badly.

  She touches the vibrating toy gently against the bottom of my spine and slides it over one of my butt cheeks. I let out a begging sigh. She obliges and places the toy against my clit. The shrieking moan I emit makes her smile.

  Her hand is firm in my hair and I can’t bring my head forward. Her body is pressed right up against me. My body spasms and I can hear her sigh happily in my ear. She kisses my neck, holding me head to the side. Then I feel her teeth against my shoulder. She suckles in that spot for a few seconds, making sure that she has left her mark.

  She turns the setting up. The vibrations increase and I moan louder. She rubs the toy against me in small circles. I pant heavily as I near the edge again. I hope that she lets it happen. The vibrations get turned up again and my body convulses.

  My knees get weak and my moans get louder. My thighs try to clamp around the toy but they are pulled apart at the ankle. Lady Hawthorne enjoys watching my orgasm and keeps the toy pressed right up against my clit until I just can’t handle any more. There is a fog in my head and I can no longer form words.

  The moaning that comes from my mouth is primal and grunting. She turns off the toys and sets it aside. She steps back and strikes my rear again and again. I moan again and again, each strike making me moan louder. I’m screaming by the time she stops.

  She presses her body right up against me. I can feel the leather against my back. She wraps her hand around my throat and tightens her grip. I try to gasp but can’t.

  She pushes my head to the side and kisses my neck. I still can’t breathe and I can feel the pressure in my lungs building. She releases her grip and I breathe in deeply. I can feel her eyes on me, watching. She bites down against my shoulder and I can’t help but make a soft scream. As she lifts her teeth away from my skin she kisses the bite.

  She places her hand around my throat again, presses her body right up against me, and slides her other
hand around my ribs to grasp my breast. I can feel her fingers digging into me. I want more.

  ***

  I wake up the next morning in my cushioned bed. I can hear birds chirping outside my window and the sun makes everything warm and cheery. I hop up and look in the mirror, turning every which way. I admire the bruises on my butt and the scratches down my back. There are a few small bite marks left and I love those as well.

  I throw open the closet and grab a nice button-down shirt, tight blue jeans, and a matching set of white lacy underwear. The clothes go on and I admire myself in the mirror again. It is refreshing to be somewhere that feels safe and like a home but I’m also getting paid. For the first time in a while I actually feel safe.

  The smell of coffee brings me downstairs to the kitchen where Angeline is sitting there on the counter again, sipping her coffee and nibbling a piece of coffee cake. She greets me through a mouthful of cake. I smile and pour my coffee.

  “I see Viv got her claws in you.” She laughs and cuts me a slice of cake, sliding it across the counter.

  I nod and accept the cake, taking a bite of it. It is amazing.

  “She’s out for the day on business. That leaves us. What would you like to do today?”

  I look up at her, wondering if this is some sort of game. “Well, I would like to see the rest of the grounds. I haven’t had a tour of that yet.”

  “Sounds good. I’ll get dressed and meet you out back by the pool.”

  She leaves me in the kitchen to finish my breakfast. I am excited to spend the day with her. Maybe she’ll be like Lady Hawthorne. I would enjoy it of course but I’m not sure how much more bruising my rear can take. Just sitting here at the counter kind of hurts.

  I take my time and eventually wander through the house. I finally make it out back at gaze out over the pool. It really is a lovely day today. The air is warm, the sun is bright, and the flowers smell amazing.

  Angeline comes around from the side of the house and she looks gorgeous. She has on a pair of black jeans that hug her thighs and flare around her calves. Her shirt is a heavy metal band shirt that has the sleeves cut off and a small cut down the center to show off her amazing cleavage. The heels of her leather biker boots click on the concrete as she approaches.