Lessons for Laura

by Savage, Mia

  I turned to watch her “game.” Knowing the woman didn’t stand a chance of leaving with her was not a suitable comfort for the jealous twinges I felt watching them touch and laugh and flirt. At the same time I worried I may have made a big mistake by allowing myself to be drawn into her game.

  What is keeping my ass on this stool?

  She glanced at me from time to time, I think to make sure I was still watching. The full gamut of emotions drove me a bit crazy. The last straw was when she smacked the tight little ass with her open hand, causing the blonde to squeal in delight. A vast difference from my tears and betrayal of the previous evening. This finally drove me to my instinctive escape plan.

  Just as I finished paying the bartender, she was behind me again. “Let’s go.”

  Flames inside me grew as she took me by the waist and led me out the door, past the poor little loser of her cruel game played for my benefit, not hers.

  The night air was dense and heady. It was a long city block to the parking lot where my car sat at the far end, while her Harley was one of the first parked in the row. She climbed on and held it upright for me.

  “Get on. Well pick up your car tomorrow.”

  “I can’t ride in this dress.”

  “Sure you can.” She waited.

  Standing there trying to decide if I was going to challenge her or just get on the bike drew the look that encouraged my decision to challenge. I turned and walked toward my car.

  She started the loud roaring engine and pulled past me. She pulled across my car, blocking the driver’s side door, and waited again. Once I arrived she held her hand out to me.

  “Get on, Laura. Please don’t make me ask you again.”

  I scanned the parking lot for onlookers. I would be exposing more than a little leg when I mounted the large leather seat behind her. I placed my hand in hers, pulled my skirt up to the top of my right thigh, and stepped up onto the peg. She reached back to pull my hips in to her. Sliding her right hand up my dress, she squeezed my ass, causing my thighs to tighten around her hips. She returned her hand to the throttle, and we pulled out onto the dark downtown street.

  I had no idea where this bike—or this night—would take me. Free and safe, leaning against her strong back with my arms and legs around her were the only feelings left. The city lights soon faded behind us, and we were chasing the ocean to our left while the moonlight above guided us.

  The air from the ocean was cool on my skin, and the freshness from the salt water penetrated my senses. Her left hand rested on my upper thigh as we cruised up the coast line. My long dark hair whipped behind us like a flag.

  We turned off the road to an empty lookout. With the kickstand down and the bike leaning, I released my grip on her and sat up to readjust my balance. She got off the bike and then climbed right back on in the same spot, this time facing me. Both of her hands gripped my ass, and she pulled me toward her, separating the moist bond between my bare ass and the hot leather seat. I looked into her eyes as I allowed her to place me where she wanted me.

  She caressed my legs as she lifted and placed them over hers, drawing me in even closer, my eager pussy almost touching her. Wrapping my arms around her shoulders, I pulled her in for a long-awaited kiss. My lips parted and my eyes closed. Her hot breath washed my face as she teased and summoned my lips to chase her delicious mouth. I craved her taste.

  When she had me fully engulfed in the succulent grip on my swollen tongue, she slid her fingers between the wet leather seat and my remaining sanity. As her fingers reached the opening of my tormented desire, I moaned slightly, which stopped both her advance and the kiss cold.

  “That wasn’t a very impressive moan. I heard better than that last night. Am I not doing it right?”

  Her fingers plunged deep inside me. I reached for her forearm and pulled to stop her. The resistance that held her inside me only turned me on more. She leaned in and whispered, “Go ahead, do it yourself.” Then she pulled out.

  Leaning back on the handlebars in front of me she crossed her arms and watched. The pitch of the bike made me feel unsteady without her holding me. My legs were atop hers and my crotch was exposed to her stare.

  “Go ahead, Laura; show me how you like it.”

  I sat there embarrassed not so much for what I had done as for being caught at it.

  “What were you doing there anyway?” I asked her, while I stubbornly tried to pull myself together on the bike.

  She gripped the tops of my legs to hold me in place. “No, I want you to stay right here and show me how to get one of those long throaty moans you worked up last night.”

  “Stop teasing me. It was your fault. I… ”

  Before I could finish, she grabbed my hips and pulled me forward then pressed her fingers to my breast bone, pushing me back across the seat with my head resting on the back fender. My legs spread wide and hung down on either side of her. My balance was challenged again. She placed both of my hands in my crotch and pressed them there firmly. I could no longer see her face from my position. My remaining concealment was lifted with my dress. My position was awkward and uncomfortable.

  “You did exactly what I told you not to do, and it’s my fault?”

  The surf and her words pounded in my head along with confusion. My hands lay frozen in spite of the heat beneath them, unsure of her actual desire. Her body shifted back and I no longer felt her touch.

  Is she testing me?

  It had been her fault! She tormented me and just left me there to suffer. I don’t like to suffer.

  “What are you waiting for, Laura?”

  Suddenly I felt a firm smack on the high part of my inner thigh.

  “I’m not sure what you want.” The words flowed out of me involuntarily and my hands instinctively moved to cover the sting on my tender skin.

  Roughly she placed my hands back on my pussy then slapped the same tender spot again.

  “Don’t play, Laura. You’re a smart girl.”

  The bike shifted as she drew her hand back for a third slap. My fingers quickly found the opening of my pussy. I circled it, and then held the lips apart to allow my other hand clear access. My heat collided with the cool air. I pushed two of my fingers in and out, coating them with my own silky lubricant to allow a smooth glide over my clit.

  Knowing she was watching me was more exciting than I imagined. I took the small knot between my fingers and rubbed it until my body began to rise and fall with the rhythm of my own urging. Arching upward to moans grew more pronounced as I reacted to the shudders in my belly.

  She pushed my hand away with hers just before my final strokes, causing me to stiffen and resist her hold. She pushed her own fingers into me easily. The heat was so extreme I felt it rush up through my entire body. Deeper and deeper she pushed; then out slowly, pulling my body to her. My moans filled the air, deep-from-the-soul kind of moans. And then just as I gave into my own craving, she pulled out.

  Strong hands lifted me to onto her lap. My legs were still spread on either side of her and the motorcycle. My open pulsing pussy rested on the bulge in the front of her well-worn jeans. I realized quickly there was more there than just her.

  She placed her hands on my hips and pushed me down against it. I stroked her thick short wavy hair and kissed her face, searching for her mouth, my consciousness lost in her arms and the desire to have her inside me. I pushed my want into her and allowed the feeling to take me as I reached down between us and unbuckled the wide leather belt. I flipped open the buttons easily and ran my hand in to feel the erect cock. I slid my hips back and eagerly pulled it from her pants, trying desperately to place it inside me as she held me just out of reach.

  She twisted my hair into her hand and pulled my head back to look at my desperation.

  “Suck my dick, Laura.” Her eyes waited for my reaction.

  At that moment I wanted to do anything she asked. I wanted to make up for my mistake and make her forget. I wanted her to fuck me.

  Quick
ly I pushed myself from her lap then as far back as I could on the seat and placed my feet firmly on the back pegs. Leaning forward, I rubbed the head of the smooth latex cock with my lips. It was warm to the touch and tasted like her. A heady sensuous aroma filled me as I begin to kiss the long firm shaft, exploring down close to her heat and then running my lips and tongue back to the perfectly formed head. My mouth watered as I stretched my lips around its girth. She raised her hips to meet my sucking. A reluctant moan escaped her, causing me to gasp and take more of her into my mouth.

  “Take her to the edge and then stop” was my plan. I wanted to show her the feeling and emotions that resulted from fucking with someone in that way.

  My head was pushed downward, forcing my jaw open to take in as much as I could. The tip caressed the back of my throat. My hand was wrapped around the remaining base near her moist hot vapor, so I could control the motion better and rub the soft hot member into her clit.

  Pleasure washed through me as I took in her flavor. The hot flush from my mouth dripped over my hand and down onto her. Her own composure was lost as she thrust deeper and deeper into my mouth; pulling my head forward over and over again with no regard to the intensity, she penetrated me. I gagged until I could relax my throat and take everything she demanded.

  I choked on her hard physical orgasm. She quivered, and then pulled me off her by my hair.

  My lips swelled as the blood rushed back to them; the corners of my mouth burned from having stretched so far. The slight taste of my own blood mixed with her flavor excited me, while the disappointment in my failure to punish her lingered. Would she leave me like this again?

  Patiently I watched: her face damp, her hands fallen to her sides, her sudden realization I was watching her.

  She sat forward quickly, taking the back of my head in her hand and pulling me in to a deep passionate kiss. I felt her in the very recesses of my mind. Probing and tasting. My senses returned only momentarily as she lowered me onto her stiff cock.

  There was the sound she deserved as she penetrated every part of me, body and soul, in that single stroke. Her control over my deepest need swirled into a mixture of insane pleasure. She raised and lowered me at her whim, and then one last lunge brought us to equal ground. I tightened around her, holding on until my contractions forced her and the last of my ejaculation out together. She laid me back gently and then sat forward to get a better look at the new embellishment on her Harley.

  I felt her get off the bike and watched her walk to the edge of the lookout. I followed and snuggled in behind her to block the strong wind whipping up the dunes. We stood there silently.

  I’m still not sure what lessons I am learning, but the classes are getting better.

  ~~~3~~~

  My training continued over the next few weeks. I was starting to get comfortable with her demands on both my time and my body. The emotional relationship had shifted from my expectations to hers. I was often confused by my acceptance of her complete control over me. I waited for her to call, and I waited for her to arrive, and I waited for her to satisfy me physically.

  The requirements of my training to that point had been private. Even when she primed me in public, somehow it remained very private. I was learning quickly what it took to please her—and that pleasing her almost always satisfied me, whether physically or emotionally.

  The front door had only been unlocked a minute when a courier walked in. He carried a long black garment bag and an envelope.

  “Ms. Harrington?” he asked as he stopped at the counter.

  “Yes.”

  “I have a delivery for you, and a letter you were requested to read prior to accepting the package.”

  I looked at the envelope he extended to me. This had to be from her. She loved the build-up and provided just the perfect amount of temptation to lure me into to almost anything. The card inside the envelope had been handwritten by her:

  My dearest Laura,

  I will pick you up this evening at 9:00 sharp. You are to be dressed in nothing but the contents of this bag. Do not open the bag until you are ready to dress, and no earlier than 8:45. By accepting this invitation, you accept the next phase of your training.

  Nothing but the contents of the bag was her instruction. The heavy black garment bag hung on the back of my bedroom door all day. The commitment had already been made, and my choice to comply was getting easier each time she made some mysterious request of me. I wanted so badly to look, so badly to know what she had chosen for me.

  There was no way I was going there again.

  Lesson Three

  Looking at myself in the mirror in the “dress” she had sent me struck a chord of panic in me. I was expected to go out in public wearing nothing but this?

  I don’t think so!

  The buzzer rang and I put on my short pink terry robe. I bent down from the landing to look, knowing it was her—right on time every time. Her silhouette stretched across the floor from the bright streetlamp behind her. I pressed the button to let her in. From the bottom of the stairs she looked up at me.

  “Drop the robe and come down here, Laura.” She waited. Her eyes scanned me as I stood there motionless. I knew I had agreed by accepting the gift, but there was no way I was going anywhere like this.

  “Laura!”

  My robe fell behind me on the landing at the very pitch of her voice. Tailored and snug, the garment concealed nothing. It was made of an intricate pattern of delicate linked silver chains. The front halter draped around my neck and fell open between my breasts. It gathered just under my belly button, where all the ends intersected and then split open again to the floor. The back draped low, just above my ass, and dragged across to the floor heavily behind me.

  My nipples poked through, and every inch of my discretion was completely exposed.

  She held her hand out as I slowly approached. “Are you ready?”

  “No.” I turned to head back up. “I am not… ”

  “Laura.” Her tone stopped me in my tracks.

  I turned slowly, knowing that if there was an uncomfortable situation, she would force me into it, in spite of my obvious objections. In the long run, the more I objected, the longer I suffered. Her satisfaction point was far beyond my pain point.

  I obeyed… for the most part.

  She held her hand out again, and I reluctantly took it. She backed up to allow me to step down. She took me close in her arms and whispered, “You look beautiful.”

  “I cannot go out like this. I will wear anything else, please…” My face buried in her embrace and my voice barely hid the tears I choked back.

  She released the hold and moved to my side. “You’ll be fine.” She placed her firm hand on my bare back to persuade me along.

  “No, I can’t…” I stopped just before the door.

  She stepped back in front of me. “Do you trust me, Laura?”

  “Yes, but… ”

  “If you trust me, then you know I will never do anything to harm you, right?”

  “Yes.” My unenthusiastic agreement caused her to lift my chin so that I was forced to look into her eyes. That was always the beginning of the end for me: Her gaze could speak volumes, and my resolve melted into it involuntarily.

  “We are going out.” She stepped back and held the door open for me to pass through on my own.

  Her car, thank goodness, was parked at the curb. I focused on the few steps between where I was and where I needed to be next. My heart pounded, and I hoped the sidewalk was empty. I took a deep breath, and then the first step, and then made it to the car.

  She closed the car door and I was captive once again.

  As she pulled out, I wiggled from the discomfort of the chains pressed between my ass and the seat.

  “Not a good dress for sitting,” I mumbled.

  “Good thing you won’t be sitting then,” she replied, never diverting her attention from the road.

  “Where are we going?” My discomfort in the situation w
as verbalized in my tone.

  She pressed her finger to my lips. “Practice your restraint. You’ll need it tonight.”

  My panic grew as I thought of all the places I could end up. I was essentially naked. “Please tell me where we’re going.”

  “Laura, stop. Have you forgotten everything?” Her look cast the final allowance I was permitted.

  I looked out my window, silent and brooding, as she navigated the dark winding road to our destination. My mind swirled with plans to find a way out of my inevitable humiliation.

  She turned off the road between two large pillars. A large ornate gate opened and we continued up a long narrow drive to a private estate hidden just off the highway. We circled a beautiful fountain and pulled up to the entrance.

  There was no escape as she escorted me from the vehicle. The valet drove away leaving us alone. She took my shaking hand and placed it on her forearm and patted gently for reassurance.

  “Hold your chin up and walk with confidence. Do not embarrass me here, Laura.” We walked up the exterior stairs of weathered cobblestones, and she led me through a massive arched doorway.

  The crowded foyer presented my first spectators. I held to her tight, trying to hide my face from passing glances. We stood on the balcony looking down on a very large room full of people. I gripped her tighter and she stepped back and turned, taking me with her. We descended another wide sweeping staircase into the crowded party. The lurking eyes ran deep, and my raw nerve was nearly overpowered by my instinct to run.

  A path parted for us as we moved to what felt like a destination. My eyes scanned the room, assessing the climate and its guests. I was sure I had never been to a party quite like this. It was easy to identify the submissives: Many of them were barely clad or completely nude, without even the concealment I was allowed. I pulled in close to her when she stopped, pressing my shame against her.

  She removed my hand from her arm and placed it down by my side. She looked into my eyes. “This is your pedestal, Laura.”