Discipline

by Anderson, Marina

  After a time, when her nipples began to harden, she allowed her slippery fingers to caress the tiny buds, until they were rigid and tight. Her hands played with her breasts, then moved down the sides of her body and across her belly until she began to tremble with the onset of her first climax.

  She could hear her own breathing quicken as she rolled her left nipple between the thumb and finger of her right hand, and when she pinched it hard she gave a tiny cry of pain before her carefully tutored body responded with a short, sharp orgasm that made her hips jerk upwards.

  Suddenly she heard people talking, their voices shrill and excited, and abruptly she remembered that she wasn’t alone with Carlos; she was in front of a group of total strangers, who were paying to witness her pleasuring herself.

  For a time she lay still, and the voices faded away as the tent emptied. Lifting her head, she saw that they had all gone except for Carlos, who was still standing by the entrance, watching her intently.

  She stared back at him through the mask, wondering how he felt watching her like this, but then a new group of people started crowding into the tent and soon it was time for her to give herself her second orgasm.

  This time she lay on her side, facing them all but with her eyes closed. For the first time she allowed her oiled fingers to move slowly and teasingly around the entrance to her vagina as she bent her top leg to give them all a better view. She didn’t care about the watchers any more; it was all about her and Carlos. Her body’s response was quick, and her clitoris swelled as she gently stroked the surrounding tissue in between sliding her middle finger in and out of herself.

  As she felt a pulse start to throb behind her clitoris, she rolled on to her stomach, squeezing her thighs together tightly. This increased the delicious pressure that was building up inside her, and as her excitement grew she started to writhe frantically on the chaise-longue.

  Hot flickers of pleasure snaked through her, her fingers worked faster and faster and her whole body grew tight. She was nearly there now, and when she lightly touched the side of the stem of her clitoris she felt her muscles bunch together in a spasm of ecstasy. ‘Yes!’ she cried in delight, and then her orgasm flooded through her and she ground herself against the velvet covering beneath her.

  This time the watchers took longer to leave, and she could feel their excitement filling the marquee. Finally, though, it was quiet, and opening her eyes she stared down the length of the tent to where Carlos was standing. He didn’t seem to have moved a muscle, and his face was expressionless, but she knew the effect she was having on him and this exhilarated her.

  By the time the marquee was full for the final time, Chloe was worried that she wouldn’t be able to reach a third climax on her own. When she started to caress herself, her body seemed less responsive, and as she rolled on to her back she remembered what it had felt like when Carlos had taken her from behind, lunging into her rectum with such passionate intensity that the pain had seemed as nothing compared to the pleasure.

  The memory was enough to excite her. Now, as she stroked her rounded breasts with one hand while caressing between her thighs with the other, every nerve ending responded immediately. Soon her body was climbing rapidly towards orgasm, and when she dipped her fingers into her own juices and spread them around the soft, delicate tissue of her inner sex lips, she started to moan out loud.

  She felt as though a hand was inside her, pulling all her muscles tightly upwards. Images of all the things that she’d done since meeting Carlos flashed through her mind, and with startling speed her pleasure peaked and she cried out at the intensity of the pleasure that swamped her.

  For several minutes she continued to groan and whimper, her fingers lightly touching her breasts as she savoured the last dying flickers of her climax, but finally it ended and she forced herself to be still.

  Lying with her eyes closed, she was vaguely aware that it was taking even longer for the marquee to empty this time, and the sound of the audience’s excited voices lasted a long time, but finally there was silence. Slowly she opened her eyes, and it was only then that she realised Carlos was standing over her.

  ‘You seemed to enjoy yourself,’ he said quietly.

  Chloe nodded. ‘In a strange way, I did. It was exciting. I felt different, as though I was controlling them.’

  Carlos looked amused. ‘You were controlling them. You played them very well. Even I was impressed. I told you that through discipline comes a kind of freedom, but that’s something you have to experience for yourself before you can understand it.’

  ‘I don’t know how I’ll feel now, when strangers start touching me,’ she confessed.

  ‘You must enjoy yourself, take the pleasure that they give you and revel in it. Allow it to flood through you, savour every moment. Remember, they are the ones on trial. They have to show that they can arouse you as well as you can arouse yourself. Quite a daunting prospect after the demonstration you’ve given them!’

  ‘Mehrdad says that they’ve each got ten minutes,’ explained Chloe. ‘I hope there aren’t too many of them. I shall be exhausted.’

  He shook his head. ‘That won’t happen. Once you’re tired you’ll cease to reach a climax and then the show is over.’

  ‘The last person to satisfy me is coming to the charity dinner with our group. What if I don’t like them?’

  ‘Why should you dislike them? If they can give you sexual satisfaction, what could there be to object to?’

  ‘Lots of things, I imagine. I don’t know. I haven’t thought it through, but—’

  Carlos laid a finger against her lips. ‘Hush! It’s time for the second part of the competition. Relax and enjoy it. You mustn’t worry about things you can’t control.’

  ‘Will you stay here all the time?’ asked Chloe.

  ‘Most of the time. I must go and find Livia now, while Mehrdad prepares you. So far, I’ve been very proud of you. Don’t disappoint me at this stage.’

  Before Chloe could reply, Carlos had gone, and Mehrdad was climbing on to the platform while two men lifted a strange wooden contraption on to the front of it for him to position.

  Sitting upright, Chloe felt the collar round her neck tighten. The leash was stopping her from moving forward as far as she wanted to go. As she made a small sound of frustration, Mehrdad looked round at her. ‘Don’t worry, this isn’t as fearsome as it looks. It’s to make things easier for you and the contestants.’

  ‘What is it?’ asked Chloe nervously, thinking that it looked rather like an old-fashioned set of stocks, but built for two people rather than one.

  When Mehrdad had finished fastening it to the platform floor, he caught hold of the end of Chloe’s leash and led her over to it, forcing her right up close.

  As her breasts squashed against the framework, she realised why the contraption had two holes, but before she had time to protest, Mehrdad had forced each of her softly rounded globes through them and then rested her chin in a groove on the top of the framework. Next he spread her legs apart, and looping two chains round her ankles, fastened them to the floor. Finally he pulled her hands behind her back and cuffed them, so that her breasts jutted through the two holes even more proudly.

  Moving round in front of Chloe, Mehrdad examined her carefully. There was a small wooden stool to the side of him, and pulling it across, he sat down on it. Immediately his face was level with Chloe’s imprisoned breasts. He touched the tips lightly before starting to caress her belly and upper thighs.

  ‘That seems about right,’ he remarked. ‘The stocks reach just below your breasts, which means that all your erogenous zones are accessible to the competitors. With your legs spread like that it’s perfect. I hope you’re not uncomfortable,’ he added as an afterthought.

  ‘No, not really, but I feel very exposed,’ said Chloe nervously.

  ‘That’s the whole idea. You have to be exposed, otherwise how can the competitors bring you to orgasm?’

  ‘But I feel too vulnerable, it’
s frightening,’ whispered Chloe.

  Mehrdad gave her a gentle smile. ‘You’re meant to feel frightened, Chloe. It’s what Carlos wanted. He said that it would add an extra dimension to your excitement.’

  ‘I don’t need an extra dimension. Please, can’t I just lie on the chaise-longue, like I did for the first part?’ begged Chloe, who was starting to tremble with fear.

  Ruefully, Mehrdad shook his head. ‘I’m afraid not. Carlos has approved this, and anyway it’s time for the competition to begin. All the tickets have sold out, the marquee will be packed. This is definitely going to be remembered as the best garden party I’ve ever given.’

  ‘You will keep Lizzie away, won’t you?’ Chloe reminded him.

  ‘Of course. Don’t worry. Livia has offered to look after her for me. Now I must go, everyone will be getting impatient.’

  ‘No, not Livia!’ shouted Chloe, but it was too late. Mehrdad was out of earshot and people were already filing into the marquee.

  Before the marquee flaps were closed, Chloe noticed that outside the sun was still shining brightly. Inside, though, it was almost dark. Just as her eyes started to adjust to the gloom, a spotlight blazed directly on to her, and she was briefly blinded. Even when she was able to see again, it was impossible for her to make out individual faces in the crowd. This meant that she could no longer draw comfort from Carlos’s presence.

  As the first competitor came on to the platform, Mehrdad put what looked like a giant hourglass on the makeshift stage. ‘Once you begin, I shall start the timer,’ he explained to the waiting man. ‘The sand takes ten minutes to run through. If you’ve succeeded in bringing her to orgasm by then, you win a small prize. If not, at least you know you’ve contributed to a charitable cause. There are no losers in this game, except possibly Chloe,’ he added with a smile.

  Chloe looked at the man taking his seat on the stool in front of her. He was in his mid-thirties, fair-haired, slim, and very expensively dressed. As his hands began to fondle her breasts, he looked at Chloe with naked desire in his eyes, and she was immediately aroused by his excitement.

  It was soon clear to her that he’d watched carefully when she’d been masturbating, because he began to pinch her nipples between finger and thumb, waiting until she winced with pain before releasing them. Then he licked them with long, rough strokes of his tongue while his hands strayed over her belly and thighs before parting her sex lips and stroking her rapidly hardening clitoris.

  He was so deft, so assured and skilful, that Chloe quickly felt her body growing hot, and all too soon her muscles tightened and she shook from head to toe as an orgasm rippled through her. With a brief, admiring smile the man took his prize from Mehrdad and then reluctantly left the platform.

  He was followed by a dark-haired woman, who knelt between Chloe’s outspread legs and brought her to a climax very quickly, using only her tongue. Then an older man also won a prize by inserting his tongue deep inside Chloe and pressing the tip against her G-spot.

  By now the atmosphere in the marquee was charged with sexual excitement. Every time that Chloe climaxed she uttered tiny cries of satisfaction, and her pleasure only served to increase the arousal of the watchers in the shadows as they waited their turn to bring her to a peak of ecstasy.

  The atmosphere helped Chloe. She knew that Carlos was watching her, and that he would be pleased with the way she was responding to the sheer hedonistic pleasure of it all. However, by the time the eighth competitor was sitting on the stool, Chloe was beginning to tire. He tried everything he could think of, licking and sucking on her breasts and thrusting his fingers inside her damp vagina, but it seemed to take an age before she felt the first tell-tale flickers of an impending climax, and after she’d come she saw that the sand had nearly run through the timer.

  Slumping against the wooden frame, she wondered who the next competitor would be, because she had a feeling that this one might be the last to satisfy her and so would win a place at the charity dinner with Carlos and his friends.

  As he walked on to the platform, the man looked straight into Chloe’s eyes, and she felt a sudden, startling jolt of recognition. It wasn’t that she’d met him before, but she could tell that he understood her and that, like Carlos, he knew exactly how to please her. He and Carlos were two of a kind, she realised, and it amazed her. She’d imagined that Carlos was unique.

  Sitting on the stool, he rested his hands on each side of her waist, and then remained perfectly still as she waited tensely for him to make a move. Her flesh began to twitch and her legs to shake, but despite the fact that the timer had been set in motion, he still did nothing.

  His hands seemed to be burning against her skin. She longed for him to touch her somewhere else, to caress her throbbing breasts or trail his fingers between her burning thighs, but all he did was sit and watch her until she let out a whimper of despair.

  Then, with a sudden swift movement, his left hand caught hold of her right breast and she felt him gripping the nipple tightly between his fingers, while his right hand moved between her outspread legs. She was so frantic with need that she thrust her pelvis forward to assist him, and then gasped as he slapped her lower belly hard with the back of his hand. ‘Keep still,’ he instructed her, his voice low but clear. Chloe knew that she must obey, because this was a man she wanted to meet again, but it was hard as he teased her velvety flesh, circling but never touching her aching clitoris.

  She could hear her breathing growing heavy, and knew that it must be carrying through the marquee, but she didn’t care, because the dark, dangerous desire was building up inside her, and she knew that this man could satisfy it, just as Carlos could.

  Soon she was soaking wet between her thighs, and she thought that the man would now use his tongue on her, but instead he got up and moved the stool so that he was sitting behind her. Chloe tensed, knowing what was coming, dreading it and yet desiring it too.

  Gently, almost tenderly, he parted her buttocks and reaching between her legs dipped his fingers in her juices and spread them between her buttocks before waiting for an agonising second. Then, as Chloe’s belly tightened painfully, he thrust two fingers deep inside her rectum, while at the same time the fingers of his other hand finally caressed her swollen clitoris.

  She felt a leaping flame of red-hot pain course through her entire body, quickly followed by an explosion of liquid heat between her thighs, and as the two contrasting sensations joined together she was racked by one of the most intense climaxes she’d ever experienced and screamed in an ecstasy of pain-filled pleasure.

  The stranger reached round her from behind, and his hands remained on her breasts until her body was completely still. ‘Don’t climax again today,’ he whispered against her ear. ‘I want to win and join you at the dinner. I must see you again. I need to talk to you.’ Chloe didn’t turn her head, didn’t acknowledge his words in any way, but she knew that he was confident she would make sure his instruction was obeyed. She knew too that she mustn’t let Carlos know.

  The next competitor was a beautiful young woman of about Chloe’s own age. She strode confidently on to the platform, and smiled at Chloe. ‘I’m Louise, and I want to go to that dinner with Carlos,’ she whispered, sitting on the stool that was once more in front of Chloe. ‘I know you’re tired, but I’m sure I can bring you to orgasm just one more time.’

  Chloe wasn’t bothered by Louise’s words. She felt certain that her body was too exhausted to respond any more, but as her breasts were gently stroked and kneaded, and her nipples hardened, she realised that she could be wrong. The trouble was that she was still thinking about the intriguing stranger, and as a result was aroused.

  When Louise closed her mouth around Chloe’s left nipple and nipped at the tight little peak with her teeth, Chloe found herself imagining that it was the stranger still pleasuring her, and tiny flickers of arousal began to dart through her. Frantically she fought to subdue them, but then Louise trailed her fingers down over Chloe’s hipb
ones and stroked the creases at the top of her thighs, and she felt herself begin to shiver with rising pleasure.

  She wanted to scream in protest, to stop her overexcited body from responding, but then Louise opened up Chloe’s outer sex lips and began to suck lightly on the exposed little nub that was pulsating with need. Chloe’s breath snagged, and Louise gave a tiny laugh of satisfaction.

  Chloe felt her stomach muscles starting to tighten, her hips jerked and her legs shook with tension as her climax grew inexorably nearer. There was nothing she could do to prevent it now, not with Louise’s clever mouth working its magic between her thighs, but just as she was resigned to losing her private battle, there was a disturbance at the entrance to the marquee.

  Although Louise didn’t stop what she was doing, Chloe looked out over the watching crowd and saw Livia walking in, accompanied by Lizzie. As Lizzie looked down the length of the marquee she seemed to stare directly into her eyes, and the effect on Chloe was instantaneous. The erotic spell was completely broken as she froze in horror, aware that her worst nightmare had come true.

  She was vaguely aware that Louise still had her head between her thighs, but it had no effect on her at all, and she knew that thanks to Livia the moment of danger had passed.

  ‘Time, I’m afraid,’ called Mehrdad from the shadows.

  Louise lifted her head and turned to face him. ‘That wasn’t fair. She was distracted.’

  ‘It was your responsibility to keep her interested!’ laughed Mehrdad. ‘Come on, Louise. It was only a game. It’s all in a good cause, remember?’

  Sullenly, Louise left the platform, and then Mehrdad unfastened Chloe and, taking the leash in his left hand, led her down through the watching people, who parted to let her pass. Some of them clapped; others simply watched with fascination as she kept her head high.