Date: Fri, 27 Dec 2002 19:04:50 +0800
From: MadC <the_mac@dbzmail.com>
Subject: the things people do

                    The Things People Do

                           By MadC

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     I was thirteen when my parents died. My sister was
twenty, so she became my legal guardian. We stayed in the
family house for a while, and then sold it and moved into a
smaller place. I loved my sister, but by the time I was
sixteen, I had started to realize that she wasn't really cut
out for the responsibilities of running a house, or looking
after an another person. She wasn't a bad person, she was
just prone to making stupid decisions, and she was terrible
at managing money. She had an apparently endless string of
useless boyfriends, who invariably sponged money from her,
and she could never seem to keep a job.
     By sixteen I had already started to try and take more
of the responsibilities onto myself. I made sure the house
was clean and tidy, made sure the bills were paid, that kind
of thing. Between that and studying for my higher exams at
school I didn't have a whole lot of free time, but it was
okay. And Liz, my sister, had managed to stay in the same
job for seven or eight months, and was making a bit more
money than she usually did, and everything seemed better. It
wasn't to last, though.
     I came home from school one Wednesday afternoon to find
Liz at home, instead of at work, and crying. To be honest, I
assumed that she'd just broken up with whatever her latest
boyfriend was called and taken the afternoon off so she
could mourn, so I wasn't too concerned. I went and put my
bag in my room, and changed out of my school uniform, before
going and making two cups of tea and taking one through to
Liz.
     She mumbled a thank-you, without looking at me, and
tried to clean her face with a tissue, and then glanced
quickly at me. And I immediately knew that this was more
serious than a dumped boyfriend; she was scared about
telling me something. The last time I'd seen her look like
this was when she'd bought a jacket for Tim or Tom or
whatever that guy's name had been, with the money I needed
to get a new uniform. I sighed, and sat down beside her. At
times like this I always felt like the older sister, not the
younger one.
     `Liz? What's wrong?'. Silence, and she still wouldn't
meet my eyes. I tried again, with a sterner tone of voice.
"Liz, what's wrong? Have you done something?'
     `Kat, I'm in trouble.' Kat had been what she called me
when I was little, when we were both little. Now she always
called me Kate like everyone else. Kat was reserved for when
she was really upset.
     `Okay, go on.'
     ` I, I stole some money'. And here I remember thinking,
oh shit. She stopped, and blew her nose, and rubbed her wet
eyes, and carried on. `Not much, just a little bit, just
because Barry needed it. You know me, Kat, I'm not a thief,
it was just a couple of times. But Miss Lessard caught me.'
     Miss Lessard was her boss, and the owner of the
company. I had only met her once, I remembered her seeming
distant and chilly, but impressive. She was only in her
early thirties, and had already built up several successful
businesses from scratch. She didn't seem like the type to
forgive and forget.
     `Is she going to the police?'
     `She says she will, but she hasn't yet. She, she's got
it on video'. Liz paused. `But it's not just that. Kat, she
wants the other money back, right away.'
     Now I was totally confused, `What other money?'
     Liz looked even more ashamed. `Just after I started I
borrowed some money from Miss Lessard. We really needed it,
Kat. We needed the new cooker and fridge, and we still had
lawyers' bills  to pay from way back, and we really needed
it. And she said I could pay her off over a few years, but
now she says she wants it all back at once.'
     Again, oh shit. `How much?'. Silence. `Liz, how much?'
     `Eight thousand.'
     I remember almost wanting to laugh. There was no way we
could pay. I couldn't figure out why Liz had borrowed so
much, either. I guessed it had been for a boyfriend, but
interrogating her wouldn't help.
     `Well, we've not got it, so there's not much anyone can
do.'
     `Kat, she says she can take the house if we don't pay'.
I couldn't even think of a reply this time. The house had
been the one stable, definite thing in our lives; selling
the bigger house had meant we hadn't even need a mortgage
for this place, it was completely ours, an I had thought it
always would be. I just looked silently at Liz.
     `She made me sign a bit of paper when she gave me the
loan. I didn't really read it properly. She'd said the loan
was interest-free, so that was the only thing I checked. But
I guess she can make us pay it back whenever, and I think I
put the house up for security or whatever.'
     Poor Liz. She really wasn't any good with money. I
cradled my face in my hands.
     `But Kat .' I looked at her. `Miss Lessard said, she
said we might be able to work something out. I don't know
what she means, but she wants to talk to you. She's going to
come round this evening, at six. I couldn't really say no,
could I?'
     I looked at my watch. It was already five.

     Miss Lessard arrived at six precisely. She walked
straight in, and ignored my sister's offers of drinks and
food. She stood in the middle of the living room, and looked
at me for what seemed like forever. Finally, she turned to
my sister. `Thank you, Liz, you may go now.' Liz started to
say something, and Miss Lessard cut her off. `I said now. Go
and watch a movie, or something.'
     Liz looked at me, and I shrugged. She looked like she
was going to say something, and then just put her coat on,
and left, looking worried. Miss Lessard sat down on the
sofa, and gestured for me to do the same. I sat carefully at
the other end of the sofa, and looked at her.
     Like I said, she was in her early thirties. She had
fairly short black hair, cut in a simple style that still
looked like she'd been to a really expensive stylist. She
had just a touch of make-up on, and her clothes too were
simple but expensive looking, black trousers and a grey
cashmere jumper. She was slim, medium-height, with piercing
grayish green eyes. As I was looking at her, she was
observing me, until after a minute or so, she spoke.
     `Well, Kate. We've met once, and you seemed, how can I
say this without being rude to your sister? You seemed a bit
sharper than Liz. She's a lovely girl, but naive. You, on
the other hand . Anyway, I think I can speak plainly to you.
Your sister has explained her, or should I say, your little
problem to you?'
     I nodded.
     `Good. I can show you the document she signed if you
want to check for yourself that I'm not lying. The video,
too, if you want?' I shook my head, and she continued.
`Good. Well, as I said, I will speak plainly. I am in a
position to ruin your life, if I want to. We both know this.
But there's something you can do to save both yourself and
your sister.'
     She paused, and looked at me. I tried to speak, but my
mouth was dry, and I had to swallow hard before any sound
would come out. `What?'
     `I want to fuck you'. Our gazes locked, and she smiled,
but without any warmth in her eyes. `I looked at the floor,
knowing that I was blushing. The room seemed hot. `If you
agree, this is what will happen. Listen carefully. I will
meet you outside your school on Friday afternoon, after your
last class. On Sunday evening, I will drop you back here,
and after that everything will be okay. I will destroy the
video-tape, and I will make up a new document giving your
sister three years to repay the loan. I will even give her
excellent references to find a new job. In between the two
points . that's the fun part. You will absolutely obey me,
at all times. I will use your body in whatever ways I feel
like. In short, Kate, you will be my little slave. My little
sex slave. Do you agree?'
     I wanted to ask for more time to think, but I was
scared to, and I knew deep down that it wouldn't make any
difference. It would only be a weekend, and the alternative
was terrible. Having to find accommodation, nasty cheap
hotels, maybe even shelters, my sister in court - it was
unthinkable. I didn't even know for sure if I could trust
Miss Lessard to keep her end of the bargain, but I really
didn't have any choice. I nodded, and then, when she tilted
her head quizzically, I forced the words out. `Yes. I
agree.'
     She smiled, and reached over, and patted my knee. `Very
good. I will see you at four o'clock on Friday, then. You
don't need to bring anything, I'll provide everything you
need.' She got up, and without looking at me again, walked
to the front door and left.
     The  next couple of days were a bit of a blur. I
couldn't concentrate on anything, and I had this funny
buzzing feeling in the pit of my stomach the whole time, the
same way I felt before important tests. I didn't tell Liz
much, just that I would be away from Friday to Sunday, and
that everything would be okay. I kept repeating that, I
suppose I was trying to convince myself. Liz must have
guessed roughly what was happening, but I suppose she didn't
want to pry. She must have felt terrible about it. She knew
she was meant to be the one looking after me. She cried a
lot, and so did I. It was an unhappy time.
     Friday afternoon came. I walked out of the school gate,
and stood there, looking up and down the road. I was wearing
my stupid school uniform, we all had to wear it. Dark blue
skirt, matching blazer, white blouse, a striped tie. About
twenty metres down the road a big silver car honked its
horn, and I walked slowly towards it. I tried to see in, but
the windows were tinted. As I approached, though, the
passenger side window rolled down, and I could see Miss
Lessard. She gestured for me to get in, and I did. The
window rolled back up, and we drove off. For a few minutes,
neither of us spoke.She glanced at me occasionally as she
drove. Finally she spoke, her tone hard to read. `I'm glad
to see you here. I'm sure you've been having second
thoughts, but rest assured, you did the right thing. Now,
first of all, I thought we'd go and get a snack, and maybe
do some shopping.'
     I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just sat
quietly as we drove through the sunny late-afternoon
streets. The buzzing in my stomach was stronger than ever.
We ended up at the big new department store near the
harbour. Miss Lessard parked her big BMW in the underground
carpark, and we took the lift up to the main shopping floor.
She didn't speak to me, and hardly looked at me; it was
almost like she'd forgotten I was there. She walked quickly,
and I had to hurry to keep up with her. She paused briefly
to look at a plan of the store, and then we walked directly
to one of the posh little coffee shops, not even slowing
down to look in shop windows.
     The coffee shop was all dark wood and shiny steel and
smoked glass, and all the waitresses were foreign and
gorgeous, with blonde hair and exotic accents. Outside, the
mall was full of harassed parents and school kids running
rampage; in here there was just quiet ambient music, and
tables with rich-looking people chatting quietly. We were
shown to a table at the back, next to the big plate window
overlooking the water. Miss Lessard ordered for both of us,
without looking at the menu or asking me what I wanted.
Coffee for her, hot chocolate with cream for me, a plate of
cakes. We both sat quietly for a while, looking at the
window, and then she turned her attention to me. I could
feel the weight of her gaze resting on me. She smiled. `You
look lovely. I should have told you that earlier.'
     `Thanks', I mumbled. I wondered if I should return the
compliment. She did look fairly stunning, I couldn't deny
it. The same subtle, minimal makeup, hair immaculate as
ever, a simple gold necklace hanging around her neck. She
was dressed as if she'd come straight from the office, which
she probably had, in a black and white business suit, that
had probably cost thousands and been made by someone famous.
The skirt was quite short, I had noticed on the walk from
the car, but she still looked supremely elegant.
     She leaned towards me a little bit. `Now, you remember
that you agreed to do anything and everything I said?' I
nodded, mutely. `Good. Now, are you wearing panties?'
     My mouth felt dry again. I nodded.
     `Describe them to me'
     I bit my lip, as embarrassed as I had ever been, but
she just raised an eyebrow slightly and waited for me to
answer.
     `I don't know, they're nothing special. White, quite
big, cotton I think. I got them at a chain store.' I had to
force myself to stop speaking, not to just ramble on.
Actually, I was wearing my best panties, my cleanest newest
ones. They were boring white cotton, from a chain store,
because that was the only kind I owned. I'd never had a
boyfriend, I'd only been kissed once; I'd never been in a
situation where someone might care what my underwear looked
like.
     She smiled again, and patted my hand where it lay on
the table. `They sound very nice. But what I want you to do
now is to go to the ladies' room, and to take them off. Then
I want you to come back and to give them to me. Understand?'
     I just sat there. I had no idea what to do. She looked
at me, expressionless. I knew it was a kind of test; I knew
this was perhaps the last point at which I could back out of
the deal. But nothing had changed. I still had no choice. I
pursed my lips, and nodded, and walked to the bathroom,
feeling almost dizzy.
     The ladies' bathroom was small and elegant, all grey
tiles and steel. There was no sink; instead the water ran
constantly in streams down the mirror and over a gently
curved steel plate. It was the most beautiful bathroom I'd
ever been in, but I hardly saw it. I went into one of the
two cubicles, locked the door behind me, and sat down on the
toilet. I closed my eyes and hugged my knees tight to my
chest. There was nothing I wanted more than to just stay
there forever. After a moment I slipped my trainers off my
feet, and tugged my panties down and off, and put my shoes
back on. I washed my face with cold water, dried myself with
a paper towel, and walked slowly back to our table, my
panties rolled up and concealed inside my hand. It felt
really strange to be in public with no knickers on; I felt
vulnerable and exposed.
     Miss Lessard was sipping at her coffee when I got back,
and my hot chocolate, laden with whipped cream and
marshmallows, was waiting for me. There was a plate of
cakes, too. She smiled briefly at me, and watched as I sat
down. I stretched my hand out, my fist bunched around my
panties, and she enclosed it in both of her hands, squeezing
for a second. I loosened my grip, and she took the panties
and put them neatly away in her fashionable leather handbag
without even glancing at them. Then, however, eyes locked to
mine, she very slowly and deliberately raised her hand to
her nose, and inhaled, and smiled. I swallowed
involuntarily.
     The hot chocolate was delicious, warm and rich, not too
sweet. The cakes seemed nice too, but my stomach felt so odd
I could only eat a bite or too. Miss Lessard told me it was
okay, and that I should just eat as much as I wanted. She
had carefully cut off half of one of the smaller cakes, and
transferred it to her plate, and ate it slowly and neatly.
When she'd finished, she wiped her mouth with one of the
linen napkins they'd given us. She gestured to one of the
blonde, accented waitresses, and paid the bill, which came
to rather more than one of the rare dinners out my sister
and I had. `Time to do a little shopping', she said, and we
left.
     This time we walked more slowly, so she could look into
the occasional window, always choosing the most expensive
shops. We even popped into some kind of speciality bookshop,
where she browsed for a few minutes amongst books written in
German. I was barely conscious of where we were. All I could
think of was how exposed I felt, how naked I was under that
school skirt.
     After the bookshop we walked a little further, until we
came to a lingerie shop. It certainly wasn't a sex shop, but
it wasn't a Sock Shop, either. It was one of those little
shops that sprung up in the late 90's, designed entirely for
women. Expensive, sexy underwear and nightwear, and the
occasional sex-toy discreetly tucked away here and there.
Miss Lessard, to my slight surprise, ignored those
completely, in favour of the lingerie. She must have somehow
managed to see the size on my panties before she put them
into her bag, because she knew that, but she asked me my bra
and cup sizes. She perused the choices for a while, glancing
at me occasionally in an appraising way, and selected some
items and paid for them with a credit card. I didn't see
them properly; at least one item was red, and another was
black and shiny, but that was all I knew. I had sort of been
expecting her to get me to change into new panties then and
there, but we just left, and headed towards the carpark.
     There was a fair crowd of people waiting for the lifts
when we got there, but there were a lot of lifts, so we let
them get on the first one, and waited for another. When it
got there a few moments later it was just us and a young-ish
boy who got on. He looked to be perhaps twelve or thirteen,
short hair, jeans, a hooded top. The doors closed, and as
soon as they did, Miss Lessard moved. She was standing
slightly behind and to the side of me; now, eyes fixed upon
the boy, she placed her hands on my skirt and moved it
upwards, giving him a perfect view of my legs, and, finally,
my bush. I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his
head. I had started violently when she touched me, and I'd
had to fight the urge to slap her hands away, but I knew I
couldn't. I just stood there, blushing, looking at the wall,
with this kid staring at my pussy, his tongue actually
sticking out of his open mouth. Just as the red digits on
the floor indicator changed to show we were at the car park,
Miss Lessard released her grip and smoothed my skirt down.
The doors opened, and without looking at the boy again she
took my hand, and started to lead me towards the car.  I
looked back over my shoulder, and saw him standing there
still, mouth open, even as the doors closed and the lift
started to ascend again.
     We sat in the car for a moment. Miss Lessard reached
out a hand, and gently stroked my hair. `You're doing very
well, Kate', she said. Her voice was gentle, but for some
reason I suddenly felt like crying. I managed to stop
myself, but not without a couple of muffled sobs. Miss
Lessard just sat there patiently while I fought to control
myself, and then produced a tissue from her bag and
carefully wiped my face with it. I suppose I must have been
crying a little bit despite all my efforts. She didn't say
anything else, she just started the car.
     I felt tired, and my eyes drifted closed a couple of
times as we drove. It was getting dark now, and all the cars
had their lights on. We were driving for maybe twenty
minutes. I didn't really recognize the area we finally
stopped in, but I think it must have been somewhere near the
canal. We parked on a sloping street lined with fairly
large, fully detached houses, each isolated from its
neighbours and from the road by a big garden. A lot of the
houses looked a bit run down though, and some of them were
boarded up and seemed completely abandoned. The one we
parked outside seemed a bit neater than the others, but not
much; it needed a new coat of paint, and the garden gate was
slightly crooked on its hinges.
     I followed Miss Lessard up the path. She unlocked the
door, and punched some numbers into a keypad to turn the
alarm off. I stepped inside, and she closed the door behind
me, before pressing something which clearly controlled all
the lighting. Soft lights came on in the little hall that we
were standing in, and in the rooms visible through open
doors to either side. The one on the left looked like a
combination of a library and an office, crammed bookshelves
lining the walls, and a big desk at either end of the room,
both with a phone and a computer. The room on the right was
a kitchen-cum-dining room, very modern and handsome, with
every utensil and appliance you could ever want or need, but
it looked almost unused. We went in there, and sat down at
the big pine dinner table.
     `Is this your house?' I knew I probably sounded stupid,
but I just wanted to finally say something without being
prompted.
     `One of them. This place is good for when I want a bit
of peace and quiet. It's very . isolated, I think you could
say'.
     There wasn't much I could think of to say to that, so
again we just sat there in silence for a little while, until
she stood up. `I think it's time for the real fun and games
to begin. Take off your blazer, and your shoes, and then
come upstairs with me'.
     I hung my school blazer carefully on the back of the
chair, and then I followed her along the hall, leaving my
shoes there on the way. We went up the stairs at the back. I
could feel my heart beating, it was like I could almost hear
it. We emerged into darkness, but lights came on
automatically, probably triggered by some sensor at the top
of the stairs. We were in a huge space. All of the interior
walls and even the ceiling had been ripped out, so the space
was only broken by the occasional pillar or rafter. The
entire floor was covered in large black latex tiles,
slightly shiny in the light, and there seemed to be a lot of
hooks and chains and things dangling from the beams. The
three things that I mostly noticed though was the rack of
whips and canes, the bed, and the chair. The bed was huge,
at least half again the size of a normal king-size, and
covered in black latex. Even the duvet seemed to be enclosed
in a rubber sheet. The chair was over to one side. It too
was black, with some shiny steel. It looked like a dentist's
chair, except it seemed to have a lot of manacles and cuffs
built into it.
     Miss Lessard moved very close to me, and cupped my face
in both hands. `This is where it all starts, Kate. From now
on, I want you to refer to me only as Mistress, or as
Mistress Amy. From now till when we return to your house on
Sunday you must ask my permission for absolutely everything.
If you want to use the toilet, if you want to ask a
question, even if you want to scream. Anything. Do you
understand?'
     `Yes', I said quietly, and just in time I remembered to
add, `Mistress'. Everything seemed almost dream-like at this
point.
     She nodded curtly. `Good. Now, kneel down.' I knelt,
and she walked round me slowly. I had to make an effort to
stay still, to stop myself from turning my head to follow
her movements. She paused behind me for a long moment, and I
felt my shoulders tense up with apprehension. She touched
me, and I jolted, but she simply stroked my cheek. She
removed her hand, and I heard her walk away and then return,
her footsteps very quiet on the rubber floor. She stood
behind me again, but now she placed a soft, thick velvet
blindfold around my head, tying it tightly at the back. I
could see nothing, and for a moment there was no sound
either. There was a smell of expensive perfume, and of my
own sweat, and the strange feel of the rubber on my bare
shins, and that was it. Then I heard her starting to walk
around me again. She made some kind of sudden move, and
without thinking I raised my hands protectively from my
sides. There was a moment of silence again, and then I heard
the noise of her hand moving through the air, just before it
hit me on the cheek. Not too hard, but the sting and the
shock made me cry out, and I was sure for a moment that I
was going to start crying. Then I felt her hand stroking my
hair softly. `It's okay, It's alright', she was saying. I
knew it was stupid, but I felt better, felt myself relax a
little. She told me to move onto all fours, and supported me
with one hand as I did so. Then she showed me with her hand
how to arch my back, so that my bottom stuck up further into
the air.  Again I heard her walk slowly around me, examining
me.
     She walked away, and returned a minute later. Again I
heard the noise of the strike before I felt it, but this
time it was a stick of some kind, hard and flat, maybe a
ruler, and she hit me on the bottom, through my skirt. A
jolt ran through me, and I almost collapsed, but had enough
sense to force myself back into the same position, bottom
sticking out. She hit me a second time, hard, and this time
I cried out. The first one had mostly just stung; this one
felt almost like fire. It was agony. Now she pulled my skirt
up to expose my reddened cheeks, and dragged a finger nail
along one of the fresh welts, causing me to breathe sharply
though my teeth. She tapped the inside of my thighs with the
ruler, telling me to part my legs further. I obeyed, knowing
that my cunt was now completely exposed to her gaze. I heard
the ruler whistle through the air, and braced myself for a
strike which, in the end, never came; she stopped short of
my skin, instead choosing to tap me lightly right between
the legs with the flat of the ruler, causing a shiver to run
through my body.
     The ruler was taken away, and now I felt her fingertips
grazing down the side of my left leg, and then tracing back
up along the inside of my thigh, slowly, softly. My skin
tingled in a path where she had touched me. Her fingers
reached my bush, and now she gently cupped me in her hand,
fingers curved between my legs. A little more pressure, so I
could feel the palm of her hand pressed against my lips. It
was the first time anyone had touched me there. Her hand
felt soft and warm.
     Now she started to trace a single fingertip over my
opening, a slow stroking motion, and I felt the same
tingling feeling , but much stronger. After exploring my
entrance with the very tip of my finger for what seemed like
forever, I heard her moving round me, till I could feel her
standing in front of me. She cupped my chin with a hand, and
pulled my face up till, if it hadn't been for the blindfold,
I would have been looking at her. She dragged her finger tip
along my top lip, under my nose. It felt a little bit moist,
and immediately I could smell my own scent, strong and
heavy. She pushed her finger into my mouth, and told me to
suck it. As I obeyed, she asked if I could taste myself, and
I managed to nod slightly.
     She withdrew the finger, and slowly walked around me
again. My arms were beginning to feel sore from supporting
myself in that position, and the muscles in my legs felt
cramped. Now I felt her finger at the base of my spine,
leaving a trail of my own saliva as she dragged it slowly
down, pulling it into the curve between my cheeks, and down
till she found the little pucker of my asshole. She spiraled
her damp finger round and round it, a feather touch, forcing
me to breath out hard through my teeth, and then let her
finger tip rest right on my opening for a long second. Very
gradually she started to apply more pressure, till I could
feel her finger pushing against me; she told me to relax,
and then, without any more warning, she forced her finger
inside. I grunted with the shock of the invasion, but it
wasn't really painful, more just full-feeling. She left her
finger inside me for a moment, and then tugged it out, and
walked round me again. This time I could hear and feel her
kneeling down so she was on the same level as me as she
waved the finger in front of my nose. `Can you smell
yourself, Kate?' I nodded. `Good. Now, open wide'. I obeyed,
the stale smell of my asshole strong in my nostrils, and she
slid her finger into my mouth and told me to clean it well.
I sucked, and licked it with my tongue, tasting traces of my
own waste, wanting to gag.
     She pulled her finger out, and I think she must have
been inspecting it to see I I'd cleaned it well enough. She
patted me on the head, and told me that I was a good girl.
She stood up, walked away, and then returned. I felt
something cold and smooth around my neck, encircling me,
puling tight around my throat. I panicked, jerking back, and
the pressure stopped.
     `It's okay, it's okay, it's just a collar. I'm not
going to hurt you'. She stooped and stroked my hair gently.
`Did I scare you? I'm sorry'. I felt the collar touch my
skin again, but more carefully this time, slowly tightening
till I could feel it flush against my neck the whole way
round, but not so tight that it really felt constrictive.
     `You look so beautiful this way', she said, and I
couldn't help but feel pleased at the compliment. `Now,
we're going to practice walking around a little bit. Stay on
all-fours, please.' I heard the rattle of a chain, and then
felt a jerk on the collar, pulling me forward. I tried to
follow, feeling off-balance and vulnerable. We went slowly
round the room twice. She guided me with tugs on the collar,
and kept telling me how well I was doing, what a good girl I
was, how pleased she was with me. These things actually made
me feel sort of happy in a strange way, happy that I was
pleasing her, and some part of my mind noticed this and
worried about it. Mostly, though, I was just concentrating
on moving, which was amazingly hard. By the second circuit,
though, I was beginning to get the hang of it, starting to
get a kind of rythm going, my hips swaying from side to side
to help my balance. We stopped, and she told me to kneel. I
heard a click as she fastened the chain leash to something.
     `You did very well. As a reward, you can sit however
you like, and you can stretch if you want. I'm sure your
legs are sore. Sit quietly, and wait for me.' I heard her
moving away, and after a moment I sat down and stretched my
legs out. Exploring the air around me cautiously with my
hands, I found that I was next to one of the metal pillars,
fastened to it by the collar. I felt my collar with my
fingers. It was leather, quite thick, with little metal
studs, and it seemed to lock shut; I found a little opening
for a key. After that I just leant against the pillar, eyes
shut under the blindfold, hands resting on the rubber floor.
I tried to relax, but my ears were straining for any sound.
The room was totally quiet, though once I heard a car go
past outside.
     After what seemed like ages I heard her steps, soft on
the rubber tiles. She helped my stand, and unclipped the
leash from my collar, before leading me away from the pillar
for a few steps. She moved away from me, leaving me standing
there.
     `Strip.'
     I obeyed. Socks first, then my blouse, fumbling with
the buttons. I was getting more used to the blindfold now,
but it still made me clumsy. The blouse joined the socks on
the floor, and, after only the briefest hesitation, I
unhooked my bra and let it fall, before tugging my skirt
down and stepping out of it. I stood there in the quiet
room, naked but for the collar and blindfold.
     She moved towards me, and taking my hand, guided me to
the bed, and told me to sit. The rubber sheeting clung to my
bare legs.
     `Play with yourself'. I didn't move, and her voice
hardened. `I said touch yourself, girl. Now.' I bit my
bottom lip, and then spread my legs, and slipped my hand in
between my thighs, and started to softly stroke myself with
the palm of my hand. I could feel moisture on the hair
covering my mound. Some of it was probably just sweat, and I
suppose some of it probably wasn't. I curled my fingers into
myself, pressing my fingertips gently against my opening.
Without really thinking about it, I had reached up with my
other hands to touch my nipples. I started to slowly probe
with my fingertips down below until I found my bud, and let
my fingers roll over it.
     I had been masturbating for a couple of years. Not
often, maybe once a week. If I'd had a bad day, or I
couldn't sleep, or if I read something that turned me on, I
would dim the lights and turn the music up and touch myself.
I'd never really thought about it much. I'd certainly never
thought that I might end up doing it in front of another
person.
     I moved my fingers over myself slowly, deliberately,
and then widened my legs a little, and shifted my weight,
and let a finger slip inside me. I held it there for a
second, feeling my pussy tighten around it, and then started
to slide it in and out, before adding another finger. My
breathing was getting heavier now. I pinched my left nipple
hard with my other hand as I started to pump my fingers at a
faster pace.
     `Stop'. She moved towards me, taking my hand in hers. I
could hear and feel her kneeling in front of where I sat at
the edge of the bed, and then I felt her slide my fingers
into her mouth. She sucked hard, running her tongue over
them.
     `You taste lovely, Kate'. And now I felt her breath
between my legs, and then her mouth on my skin, kissing my
legs, kissing everywhere. Her tongue flickering over me,
exploring, finding my bud. I couldn't stop myself from
moaning softly. The feeling was like nothing I had ever
experienced. It was like that first satisfying scratch of an
itch, or that tingle you get if you drag a fingernail over a
recently healed cut, but a thousand times stronger, and it
sent ripples of heat all through me. Her tongue was inside
me now, pushing softly, probing. I shifted my position
slightly, opening my legs even wider, feeling the rubber
sticking to my clammy skin, and then I came. I remember
screaming, noise erupting from me, my thighs clamping around
her head for a second, before I collapsed back on the bed,
drained.
     She moved away somewhere, and I could hear water
running. I just lay there in the velvet darkness of the
blindfold, unable to form a coherent thought. I heard her
return, felt her sit down next to me. She helped me sit up,
and undid the blindfold, and held me as I blinked in the
sudden light. I realized that I was crying. We sat like that
for a while, her arm around me, my body leaning on hers,
quiet. She handed me a glass of water, and I drank it
slowly. When I had finished, she stood up.
     `I want you to have a little rest now. I'm going to go
downstairs, I have some things I need to prepare. I'll come
back in a little bit and we'll have some more fun.'
     She patted my cheek, and smiled at me, and walked off,
leaving me naked except for my collar, alone in that big
quiet room.