Lessons for Laura

by Savage, Mia

  The submission of my senses had taken control of my mind. I felt the moist heat between my own legs. My want penetrated the air around me. I wanted to cry out to the dead air, but… did I dare?

  What is she waiting for?

  Would she continue to punish me for mistakes not yet made? The swirl in my mind was maddening.

  “Please, just tell me what you want.”

  The words boomed from my mouth and I heard them at the same time she did.

  “You know what I want, Laura.” I shivered while she lingered close. I leaned back into her.

  “I do know.” My whisper barely audible even to me.

  “Then what are you waiting for?” She backed away, leaving me chasing my balance. Her hand released the button of my jeans and unzipped them in the same motion. Her fingers slipped into the waist band and took them down along with the barely-there panties. They hung between my knees just above the tops of my boots and made it more difficult to maintain balance on the high heels.

  My bare ass was once again exposed to her mercy and shown none. Her palm landed firm, once on each cheek, holding the fire between. I pushed my hands downward to foolishly attempt to force her release. She quickly swept the bound offenders up my back, high and unnatural, forcing me to bend forward. She rubbed the stinging flesh, almost soothing in intent but torturous in effect. The waves rushed through me and I was hard-pressed to remain still and calm as required. I had practiced, yet no amount of yoga could have prepared me for how truly difficult it would be.

  Suddenly I felt the moisture between my legs build. Why was I so turned on by this pain? What did I do to make her want to punish me? What did I need to do to make her stop?

  As if reading my thoughts, she pushed her hand between my legs from behind. I held my breath. After all, her touch was the ultimate prize in this strange game I had allowed myself to be drawn into.

  Could it really be this easy? Could she be as ready as I was? Has she waited long enough? Have I been punished enough?

  Two firm long fingers plunged into my pussy. I squeezed her wrapping my need around them. She pushed hard between my shoulder blades to bend me further at the waist. She had done this before, so I was familiar with the pleasure the position brought us both. My hips pressed back into her hand.

  “Yes, please.” My body stretched to the boundaries of balance from the awkward binding of my knees.

  “Please what?” she taunted me.

  “Please touch me.”

  She glided her fingers in and out of my eager cunt and around my pleading clit and even up and down across my tight ass hole. When she lingered, I tightened my cheeks and pulled away only to have her grip the tormented flesh of my ass until I willingly returned to the open accepting position she obviously preferred.

  She pushed and pulled me to the edge of madness and then released me to fall from it alone.

  In frustration I groaned my dissatisfaction and jerked from her grasp—the very thing that got me where I was at that moment. I wanted the tender lover I had taken wonderful pleasure in. I wanted her to take me in her arms, to take the physical pain and thirst from my body. I shivered in my raging conflict between mind and body, pain and pleasure.

  I knew she wanted more. She had warned—almost discouraged—me from giving in to her. I wanted to know her. I knew she needed to consume someone.

  Why not me?

  Her fingers glided along the silky wet skin between my legs. She took my swollen clit in her fingers and rubbed it until pleasure flooded my body. The tide rose in my belly and flowed out again, building momentum. My breathing stopped and my gut tightened; then she stopped.

  I groaned, and the throaty sound penetrated my madness. Flashes of rage and disappointment filled me and I foolishly thrashed in my anger. She rubbed her wet hand into the burning flesh of my suffering ass. I twisted my hips to escape the fire, and smack! The flame fused her bare hand into my flesh. My mind and body parted company; I squirmed to escape another searing wet blow.

  She pulled me back against her, using my bound hands like reins to control me. My drenched skin rubbed the stiff cock that seductively hung from the leather harness just at the correct height to push between my cheeks and rest in the searing split of my now-starving pussy.

  She pulled me back against her. I gasped and imagined her face. My engorged battered behind rested on her smooth hot stomach. Each slight movement rubbed the inflammation and distracted me from my remaining reason.

  My hands explored and my fingers reached to touch the damp smooth skin as she pressed into me. Her body was hard and her grip on me firm. The large taunting object between my legs teased my sanity. I pushed my hips back and the anticipation of having her inside me built.

  The eagerness swirled in my head as she tipped the phallus upward and pressed it to the hungry mouth of my hottest craving. I lunged back to accept her. She pushed my hips forward and released me. I stood bent over, breathless; face downward, unsatisfied, anticipating her next touch.

  She brushed the welts on my ass again with her nails. She leaned over my quivering body and whispered, “Your frustration is beautiful.”

  She left me there face to the floor, ass in the air, and walked away. Once again I was posed, vulnerable and awaiting her discretion of malice or mercy.

  The bumps and rattles spooked me, and the fear rushed through me. I tried concentrating on my posture but was distracted by my dripping, throbbing desire, open and exposed to her next whim. My mind and body were consumed by her desire to possess me.

  Possessed I was, completely and willingly.

  Awaiting her touch was the most difficult part. I have craved it from the beginning, her approval and her attention. I have suffered for my cravings, and now I will learn to disguise them and succumb to hers.

  I felt her over me again. She struck another hard blow, this time with something thin and stinging.

  “This time you will be ready for me.”

  “I am ready now, please.” My pleading fueled her hunger for my tears.

  Over and over she licked the raw skin with lashes of fire, each burning hotter than the last. I defied her openly and twisted my hips side to side, hopelessly trying to avoid the repetitive landing. The cane bit into my resolve until I cried out.

  “Please… Please, stop.” Tears ran hot from beneath my blindfold and I wanted to stand, if I could, and run.

  I felt her hands on my hips as she pulled me back to her and leaned over me.

  “Are you ready, Laura?”

  I sobbed and knew she would not wait any longer. She held me close waiting for my consent.

  “Yes… I am ready.” My voice was cracking and weak, but my resolve in my decision was not.

  She pushed my head down to the floor and spread my cheeks wide. There was a sudden searing penetration into my securely puckered virgin ass.

  I thrust forward to escape, and she pulled me back hard, driving deeper into me. The burning flesh of my ass pounded into her, adding to the intense pleasure forged from the pain swirling through me like a tornado.

  The violent thrusts carried me to a deep place where my mind, body, and soul exploded into a sphere of unimagined euphoria, a place very nearly impossible to find but harder yet to return from.

  My screams pierced the silence of my darkness.

  She fucked me until she satisfied her own insane hunger. She pushed hard into me and held tight while she snatched my head back as she leaned over me.

  “Now… you are mine.”

  I stood only supported by her, entirely given and entirely taken.

  She picked me up in her arms and carried me to her bed, still blindfolded and bound. She laid me down gently. She removed my boots, then my jeans, and climbed in the bed behind me.

  I snuggled back into her as my level of uncertainty faded. My heart pounded and I took in a deep breath. Wrapped in her strong yet tender embrace, I realized the lessons had awakened my deepest passion and given me the strength to submit to her completely.


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  When she’s not working as a graphic designer and award-winning photographer, Mia Savage dons heavy black horn-rimmed glasses and sexy lingerie in which to write contemporary lesbian erotica. Her lusty tales and micro poetry have been featured in the online Erotica Gallery of the Erotic Readers and Writers Association. Her short story “Kat’s House” is featured in Wild Girls, Wild Nights (Cleis Press, 2013).

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