Digressions Into Erotica

by Phaedra Torres

  teacher’s pet: no.

  Professor Hand: Then I will truly be your teacher, pet. Your mentor. I will care for you. Rest assured, you are in good hands. =)

  And so it began. His manner was supportive and nurturing, allowing Mariah to test the waters, find aspects of the various acts and rituals she enjoyed, and discover which things were not to her liking. It wasn’t long before he was the first person she contacted every morning, the last person she contacted before sleep. Each day, he gave her a task via email, an assignment she was to complete and confirm. One morning, when she arrived at the office, there was an email waiting for her.

  Good morning, pet. Were you in a private office, I would have you sit on your stapler and imagine my shaft between your luscious lips. Pity you are in a rather public cubicle. =(Instead, I would like you to place two binder clips on top of your monitor. As you work today, you are to look at those clips and think of the clamps I would place upon you. Pinch your nipples when no one’s looking. Imagine my fingers replacing yours. =) Use your cell phone to take a picture of the clips. I will keep the picture up today, thinking of you as you think of me.

  Mariah complied with his wishes, a secretive grin twitching her lips while she quietly snapped the photo of the clips on her monitor. By eleven a.m., she was soaking wet and had to sit forward on her chair as she typed. When the little envelope popped up in the corner of her screen, her knees trembled in anticipation.

  Hello, pet. How is your day so far? Are you thinking about me?

  Mariah typed furiously.

  Yes! Oh, yes!

  He responded to her message immediately.

  Good pet. That’s my good girl. You deserve a reward, don’t you? You may go to the lady’s room and pleasure yourself before you eat your lunch.

  Imagine you are bound to a chair, your legs splayed before me. Imagine me in front of you, crop in hand, licking your pussy and tapping your inner thighs at the same time.

  Mariah raced to the restroom, slammed into a stall, and hiked up her skirt while she thumbed the lock. She sat so quickly on the toilet that the seat slid sideways, squeaking in protest. Her fingers were already on her crotch, clutching, fumbling for purchase on the slippery surface. She came almost immediately, and fought hard to keep it silent.

  Holding it in made her head feel as if it were going to explode. She sagged against the tank and took a few minutes to regain her composure.

  She had no appetite after, so instead went outside to smoke, then returned to her computer and emailed her Master.

  Thank you, sir.

  Was it good, pet? =)

  Yes!

  Will you do something for me, pet?

  You’re asking?

  This is beyond the realm of my power. You will learn that these things we do are at your discretion.

  What would you have me do?

  Will you send me a picture of yourself?

  Mariah hesitated to respond. He didn’t allow her much time for doubt.

  I would truly love to see you, pet. Are you afraid I’ll be disappointed?

  Her heart sank. Here, he was probably thinking she was some tiny thing, all cute and trim. Yes, was all she could write.

  Oh, pet. That makes me sad. Do you not know I love you? You are beautiful to me already. How can a mere image of you change that? Do you sincerely believe I’m so shallow?

  Mariah searched her folders for an acceptable headshot and attached it as a response. His reply was immediate.

  You are beautiful. Back to work now. I’ll email you when you get home.

  Was that good or bad? She swallowed the lump in her throat and forced herself to concentrate on her job.

  That afternoon, Mariah arrived home and raced to her computer, opening her email even before she plunked into her chair.

  May I call you on the phone, pet?

  Without hesitation, Mariah entered her phone number and clicked ‘Send’.

  The phone rang minutes later, and her whole body twanged, as if there were a string stretched taut from her pubis to her collarbone. The caller ID showed a long distance number.

  “Hello?”

  “Hello, pet. How is my good girl this afternoon?”

  “Yay!”

  He laughed. “Good pet. Where are you right now?”

  “Sitting at my computer.”

  “I want you to go to your bedroom.”

  Mariah rose, ran up the stairs, and flopped down on her bed. “Okay,” she said with a small giggle.

  “Lift your skirt and pull down your panties.” Mariah fumbled to comply, the phone wedged between cheek and shoulder. “Okay,” she panted.

  “You are a good girl, my pet. Now spread your legs wid, and imagine they arestrapped to the corners of your mattress. You may bend your knees a bit, but your feetcannot move more than a few inches in either direction.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good girl. Now touch yourself, pet. Describe what you feel.” Mariah slid her hand between her legs, spread her folds with her index and ring fingers, and prodded her clitoris with her middle finger.

  “It feels warm and slippery.”

  He groaned. “Good, good girl. Do you have your panties by your side?” Mariah glanced down. “Yes.”

  “Put them in your mouth, pet. Stuff them all the way inside.” Mariah hesitated only a moment before she shoved her panties into her mouth, using her fingers to poke the wadded fabric against the insides of her cheeks.

  “Ohhah,” she mumbled through the cloth.

  “Oh, oh pet. That’s good. Very, very good.” A bit of static accompanied these words, the sounds of a phone shifting, rubbing against something. “Now, pet, close your eyes. Iam with you, standing at the end of the bed. Can you feel me there? Feel my handssliding up the insides of your legs. Feel my palms as they slap your sweet inner thighs.

  Oh, you are ready for me, pet. Indeed. Look at how wet you are. You’re practicallydripping, my little slut.”

  Mariah traced her vulva with her fingers, feeling the swell and the wetness. She dipped two fingers inside, then slid the other hand down her belly to finger her clitoris, moaning as she curled her inserted fingers.

  He was panting into the phone. “I am on my knees between your legs, pet. I raiseyour hips and set your bottom on my thighs. Your feet cannot pull away from theirbindings, and your back is stretched and strained. Feel my shaft prodding you. I amready to enter, and you are frightened and excited. When I enter you, pet, you willcome. You will come harder than ever before, and you will tell me to fuck you like thelittle slut that you are.”

  Trembling, Mariah pulled her fingers out and raised her hips in the air, poising for his penetration.

  “My cock is ripe and full, and you will need to stretch to accommodate its girth, butI will not tread lightly, pet. You will take me in, and you will take me NOW!” Mariah plunged four of her fingers inside her vagina. Massaging furiously on her clitoris, she cried out through her fabric gag.

  “Spit it out! Spit out the gag, pet! Sing for me!” Using her tongue, she pushed the panties from her mouth, flexed her jaw muscles and gasped through the dryness.

  “Oohh, oh, oohh!” She moaned so loud and deep that she could swear she heard the windows rattle. His grunts and praises accompanied her ride, until they were silent save for the hisses of both of them catching their breath.

  “Your voice fits you well. You sing beautifully.” Mariah giggled. “I’m sleepy now.”

  He laughed. “I’ll bet you are! And me, pet? How do I sound on the phone? Am Iwhat you expected?”

  She considered for a moment. “You know, you don’t sound the way I imagined-your voice isn’t as deep as I thought it would be.”

  “Are you disappointed?”

  “No! You sound… powerful.” She snuggled into her pillows.

  “Good, pet. Good. Now, I must get back to work. I only have an hour before it’s timeto go home.”

  Mariah pouted. “Aw! But we just got on the phone!”

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p; “As sweet as your little girl voice is, and as much of an effect as it has on me, pet, Imust be strong. Now, be a good girl and rest. You’ll need your strength for the nextcall. Oh, and pet?”

  “Yes?”

  “If you’d like, I’ll send you some movies, so that you can see how we will betogether. I would actually like that, pet. For you to watch them and tell me whatappeals to you and what puts you off. May I send them, pet?”

  “Yes.” Mariah gave him her address. “I’m excited.”

  “As am I, pet.”

  Mariah smiled and said goodbye.

  ***

  Done with a long, crappy day at the end of a long, crappy week, Mariah fumbled for the keys at the bottom of her purse while she rushed to her car. Five o’clock had long since come and gone. As she hit the remote lock button, she scanned the parking ramp.

  All seemed quiet that late at night.

  She slid the cool metal keys through her fingers, just then looking down toward the lock. Her neck snapped taut. Something buzzed at the base of her skull, sending a painful tingling sensation through her shoulders, straight to her knees. Her head swam with dark blotches that faded in and out of her vision. The keys clattered to the concrete, and she collapsed backward. As if in the distance, she felt someone’s hands sliding beneath her arms.

  ***

  A steady jostling awakened Mariah, and she lifted her head away from the smear of saliva that lay slick across her cheek. Realization set in, and she whimpered despite herself. Something-it felt and tasted like a rubber ball-had been used to pry apart her jaw. A swath of fabric rendered her sightless.

  She wiggled her body and found that her arms had been lashed behind her back, at the elbows and wrists. Her hands felt cold and swollen, as did her feet below the biting straps around her ankles and knees.

  The motion and the rough, springy synthetic surface beneath her body told her she was in a vehicle of some sort. All was eerily quiet save for the whisper of the drive train directly below her ear. The silence was more frightening than anything else, making worse the calamity inside her mind.

  She grunted and strained against her bindings, but was overcome again, and let her head fall back to the carpet.

  ***

  For the second time, jostling awakened Mariah. Her arms had been spread and raised above her, her legs splayed beneath. Bound tightly at ankles and wrists, blindfolded and gagged, she could only move her head when she strained to hear anything that would give her a sense of place. Again saliva flowed freely from the corners of her mouth. It had run down her chin and neck, and soaked into her shirt collar.

  “You’re finally awake, pet. I was hoping I’d have to tease you back to life.” A chuckle punctuated the softly spoken words. The casual tone sent shivers up her spine. Relaxed confidence and sheer power emanated from the presence before her. This was him! Professor Hand from online.

  But it had all been conjecture, hadn’t it? The hypothetical ‘Oh, yes, there I’d be,innocently walking to my car, and Bam! There you’d be, to swoop in and take meaway from all this.’ She’d laughed as she’d typed the words.

  It wasn’t so funny now.

  She flinched when his hands settled upon her chest to unbutton her blouse, trembled while the fingers moved lower. He tugged the shirttails from the waistband of her slacks.

  “And who would have thought someone dressed so primly would be wearing a red lace bra under all that office attire? Hmm?” Disapproval shaded the voice, and Mariah felt a flush spread from her chest to her cheeks. Her blouse was peeled away and ripped along the seams. An icy sliver of metal pressed to her shoulder and the straps of her bra sprang free. Realizing he held a sharp implement made her shudders become convulsive. He shushed her while his fingertips traced the outlines of her nipples beneath the lace. “Careful, pet. This is very, very sharp.

  You wouldn’t want to get cut now, would you? I certainly would hate to see that, precious.”

  “Nnnnnnnggggggggggph!” The scream fell impotent against the ball gag, and spittle sprayed from her lips.

  “Oh yes, pet. Do sing for me,” her captor purred. He pushed roughly beneath the cups of her bra and pulled until the material fell away. “And your tender buds are aching for your Master’s touch, are they not?” He pinched and twisted her nipples, coaxed out of her another ineffectual, muffled scream.

  “Your photos don’t do you justice. Your hair is a charming deep auburn. Not the

  ‘plain old red’ of which you spoke. And your body is nothing to be ashamed of, pet. All these exquisite curves and swells. No hard lines there. I can cup my hands around your lovely roundness, anywhere I please. You are Modigliani beautiful.” He trailed his fingers lightly downward, following the valleys and rises of flesh.

  The cold air against her exposed skin heightened her sense of vulnerability. She couldn’t move beyond the weakest of tugs, but still she twisted against the restraints.

  His hands slid over her tummy to the fastening of her slacks. With a sharp tug, the button ripped from its roots, and the zipper tore from its seams. For a moment, all was silent except for the tinkling of the button bouncing across the floor. He shoved a hand inside her panties, and his breath came in huffs that tickled the fine hairs on her belly.

  “Red lace to match, my little slut? You knew I was coming for you. You were ready for me. Good pet.” His fingers pushed further between her thighs, entering her for an excruciating second before quickly pulling away. She heard an intake of breath and knew, even before he spoke, he was smelling her scent upon his fingers.

  “Mmm…pet. Do you know what this scent says to me? Hmm? It says ‘Mine’.” With that, he brought the blade down the legs of her pants and ripped them from her body. He sliced the panties away next, leaving her open and laid bare.

  A tingling of an entirely different nature jiggled her thighs. A washcloth scrubbed her skin, and her nose prickled with the scents of soap and urine. Only then did she realize that she’d released her bladder sometime during her ordeal.

  “Tsk, pet,” the voice continued, “you’ve certainly managed to get yourself messy this evening.” A hand slid up the inside of her leg, and her muscles twitched in response to his touch. “I’m afraid that just will not do.” The hand curved around her buttock, then pulled away and fell with a reverberating ‘slap!’ across her flank. “You will maintain your personal hygiene, pet.”

  The washcloth invaded her labia and felt as if it scrubbed her raw. Her whimpers turned to sobs.

  “Here is what I expect of you.” His voice faded as he turned away, and she heard the tink of metal tapping metal and a splash of water.

  “I expect you to be clean and presentable at all times. Starting with this.” The hiss of aerosol filled Mariah’s ears, and something cool and wet hit her skin. He smoothed it across her mons and down, following the curves of her sex. She felt the scrape of what had to be a razor, and the vagueness of her shock gave way and she cried out for mercy.

  “Nnnnugh! Feezzz! Schah!”

  “What was that, pet?” His bemused tone conveyed that he knew exactly what she was saying.

  “Mmmmph!” She strained again, but the only direction she could move brought her closer to his hands. Her treacherous body reacted to the heat.

  “Oh, you want me to stop? You’d rather I didn’t shave you, is that it?” The razor clattered onto metal, and Mariah’s nerves sprang to electrified attention trying to sense his next move.

  Creaks and groans of pulleys and ropes echoed through the room, and the frame to which she was lashed reclined a bit further. Her mind was a flurry of desperate thoughts. As a fantasy, as something to talk about and even yearn for, it had all been perfectly acceptable. But this? The real thing?

  She felt him looming over her midsection, and a warmed washcloth dabbed away a small section of lather from her pubes. She jumped when a tuft of the short, curly hairs ripped from her skin. Fresh tears sprang to her eyes and she tried in vain to move herself away.

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p; “Hhhmmmmmph! Hmmmmm…hmmmm…hmmm!” She screamed against the gag, taking deep gasps of air through her nostrils.

  “Oh, does that hurt, pet?” His voice became hard and cold. “Lesson one, pet. My way is best. Yes?”

  Mariah panted, but refused to respond.

  “Yes!” He pinched flesh with cool metal and twisted until she cried out and nodded her head. “Good pet. That’s a good girl.”

  He released the skin, smoothed it over with the washcloth, and continued his ministrations. He shaved across, then down between her folds of skin, tightening her nether lips between thumb and forefinger when the blade crossed the tender flesh.

  “Now, pet, you will keep this clean and smooth, yes?” Mariah nodded her head slightly. “Good, pet. You learn quickly, my sweet. And things will be all the better for it.” His breath was hot in her ear. Fingers smoothed down her clean-shaven mons, slid easily between her outer lips and circled her clitoris. He tunneled two fingers inside, shoving them as far as they would go, and her wall of fear melted against his palm.

  “Wet,” he murmured. “Slick with it, pet. Is it anything like you’d imagined? Is this what you wanted?” He jerked his fingers into her G spot, pulled them away, swirled the fingers of the other hand around her pulsing clit.

  She moaned and pushed against the fingers, not sure if that was the correct response, not sure she cared. This was what she’d said she wanted, wasn’t it? All those hypothetical discussions, masturbating over the phone, listening to what he’d do to her if he had her in his snare.

  He removed her gag, but held his fingers to her lips to keep her from speaking.

  “Is that good, pet? Enjoying your reward?” Mariah whimpered in response and pushed harder. She felt his body descend, then jumped as his mouth, wet and hot, replaced the fingers on her lips. He sucked deeply, drew her tongue out into his mouth.

  He retreated again, and Mariah heard the whispers of fabric and a zipper coming down.

  Her nerves on point, she tried to prepare for what was to come.