by Jason Luke
Joshua grunted. He ran his eyes over her body, admiring the perfect shape of her breasts and the jutting hardness of her nipples. Gabriele was a strikingly beautiful young woman, and even more so naked. That wasn’t often the case, to Joshua’s mind and experience. Most women looked more attractive in lingerie than completely naked. Gabriele was one of the deliciously rare exceptions.
He gently ran his hand up the inside of her thigh, and Gabriele squealed and flinched with the sudden shock of his touch. It felt like the burn of a branding iron, so unexpected in the fraught tense silence. In an instant she was panting.
“You jumped an inch off the table,” Joshua said casually.
“Master, you surprised me,” Gabriele gulped.
Joshua gave a wintery smile. “Well, now you know what is coming, so I expect you to endure – in silence and without orgasm. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Master.” Gabriele was already on the ragged edge of sexual frustration, having been denied an orgasm after the previous night’s merciless teasing. Now she had a sudden insight into what kind of torturous punishment Joshua had in mind for her. Normally she could comfortably orgasm once or twice a day under the cunning touch of her own fingers. The effects of being denied a release for the past two days had already begun to manifest at her workplace through small moments of snapping irritation.
Gabriele forced herself to lie calm and composed, demanded her breathing to slow and stay controlled.
Joshua had not removed his hand from Gabriele’s thigh. It was still resting on her leg. Now he glided it up and over the mound of her sex and brushed his fingers over her torso. Gabriele smiled dreamily, then sucked in her breath so that her stomach muscles contracted. Joshua drifted his hand over her breasts, casually pinching and plucking at her nipples until they became aroused. He noticed Gabriele’s own hands. They were clenched into white-knuckled fists. He leaned over her, with his hand wrapped possessively around the mound of one breast, and then trailed a line of soft wet kisses from her throat to her nipple. Gabriele writhed and curled up her toes. The caress of Joshua’s lips was a maddening thrill that tantalized her flesh and rippled small wavelets of arousal down her spine. She held her breath, felt it swell in her chest, then exhaled through a delicious shudder that seemed to be drawn from the molten pool of lava that simmered in her pussy. The air rasped across her throat, through her open gasping lips.
“Oh, God!” she quailed in the smallest whisper.
“Quiet!” Joshua snapped. He squeezed her nipple just enough to fill the flesh of her breast with a yearning for his mouth.
Gabriele rolled her head to the side, trapped in a blindfolded darkness that was starting to fill with flashing pinwheels of light. She wanted to thrash against the ropes. She wanted to reach up for Joshua’s head and pull his mouth over hers. The muscles in her thighs were tensed and cramping. More than anything else she wanted to pleasure herself; needing desperately to release the pressure that was building relentlessly between her legs.
Joshua took his hand away from Gabriele’s breast and then suddenly stooped to kiss the soft skin at the back of her knee. Gabriele went rigid with fresh erotic desire. She could never have guessed that such a place would be an erogenous zone, but Joshua’s lips proved her wrong. The feel of his mouth sent stabbing muscle clenches all the way to her groin, spasming along the nerves of her legs like pulses of electric shock. Behind the blindfold, her eyes rolled all the way up into the top of her skull.
Joshua started at the bend of her knee and then kissed his way around to the top of her thigh. He could smell the alluring temptation of her pussy, fragrant as perfume, and he could feel the radiated heat of her desire warm against his cheek. He took his time, meandering his mouth with no real direction, so that each new kiss and flicker of his tongue brought Gabriele renewed gasps of cruel delight.
Finally Joshua was kissing the very top of Gabriele’s thigh; his warm breath fanning the lips of her pussy. The mound of her sex was glistening with the dewy wetness of her desire, and the nub of her clit looked engorged, aching for its own attention. Joshua drew the tip of his tongue towards Gabriele’s pussy and then stopped just an inch away, still breathing tingling warm air. He glanced up between the valley made by her parted thighs and studied the expression of Gabriele’s face. Her mouth was twisted in a wrench of tense restraint, and there was a blush of bright red color on her throat and cheeks.
Joshua could see the frantic undulations of her breasts with every quick sharp gasp of her breath and sense the desperate need of her.
Slowly, he drew his tongue across the hard button of her clit. Gabriele flinched in a fresh paroxysm of groaning passion.
She had known the sensation of a man’s mouth between her legs only once before in her life – a fleeting half-hearted attempt by Randall when they had first begun dating. What she was experiencing now was manifestly different. Joshua seemed ravenous with the desire to consume her, to taste, and explore every fold of her body with his lips and tongue. The sensations erupted behind her eyes as bright explosions of light.
After the first tentative flick across her clit, Joshua had devoured her; drawing his strumming tongue across her clit and then pulling apart the sweet wet folds of her with his lips. She couldn’t help it; the experience was simply too much. She cried out at the top of her lungs – a sound of groaning hunger – and at the same time thrashed against the ropes that restrained her. Her hips went wild, bucking hard against Joshua’s mouth. She could feel the press of her orgasm, like a heavy weight in the pit of her stomach about to plunge through the last barrier.
Suddenly Joshua stopped, his mouth glistening with Gabriele’s juices. This time the sound torn from Gabriele’s lips was a bereft moan of desolation. “Please!” she begged. “Please, Master!”
“I told you to be silent, and I ordered you not to come,” Joshua’s voice cracked like a whip.
Gabriele slumped back on the table, rolling her head from side to side, panting for fresh breath. The strength it required for her to withhold her orgasm had left her broken and on the verge of sobbing tears.
She realized, through the maddened turmoil of her fantasies that she would have preferred to be whipped as punishment. Being driven to the brink of orgasm and then cruelly denied seemed like a torture employed only by sadists.
Joshua sat up abruptly. He had taken Gabriele to the very edge of her ability to resist. She couldn’t take any more.
He stepped away from the table, removed Gabriele’s blindfold and then loosened the bonds that held her arms. She blinked up at him, her eyes clouded and swirling without focus. “Remember the point of tonight’s lesson,” Joshua said, looking down at her. “And ask yourself whether you truly wish to learn the art of submission. You came to me unprepared, and ever since then you have been failing. It’s time you decided how badly you want to learn, and whether you even want to continue with the course.”
Gabriele sat up. Her pussy was throbbing; so tender and on edge she feared that even the slight touch of her panties against her clit would be enough to send her spasming in orgasm. Joshua was reading her the riot act; shape up or ship out. She lowered her eyes.
“Now you should get dressed and go home,” Joshua said bluntly. “The session is over. If you turn up tomorrow night, I expect it to be with the right attitude and a determination to please. If you don’t…” he shrugged his shoulders, “then I wish you every success in your future life.”
Chapter 6:
Gabriele phoned the accountancy firm the next morning and said she was too ill to work. Then she went shopping.
As she went from one store to the next her thoughts were focused on Joshua and her own behavior under the guidance of his training. She saw again where she had erred, and all those times where her reluctance to free her mind in order to surrender her will had been obstacles. In the heat of each moment her resistance had been reactionary. But scrutinized in the cold light of day, they were almost belligerent.
Di
d she really want to learn the art of submission?
Yes.
She knew it wasn’t submitting that she was instinctively protecting herself against; it was the fear that her submission would be cruelly taken advantage of. If her desire didn’t match with the good will and honorable intentions of her Master, then she was placing her emotional and physical well-being in peril. That was the reason behind her reactionary resistance.
Gabriele didn’t doubt that Joshua was a man of honor. But her training under his guidance was only preparation for life afterwards. She thought then about Randall, and the memories of him were like raw tender wounds. He would not be so careful with the gift of her submission. He wouldn’t treasure it like something precious. He would be more careless…
She found a dark blue demi bra and panty set in an exclusive boutique, and though she shuddered at the price tag, she was irresistibly drawn to the high-waisted cut of the panties and the feel of the delicate lace at the tops of her thighs. The bra was a comfortable fit, and she spent several minutes modeling the clothes in front of the full-length changing room mirror, twisting and turning herself to catch the look of the garments from every angle.
Would Joshua like the way she looked?
Did the clothes hide enough of her to create sexy intrigue?
She bought the clothes on impulse and was out the shop’s door, swinging the carry bag contentedly in her hand, before a sudden realization struck her still.
She had bought the expensive lingerie to please Joshua.
Anticipating Randall’s response to the lingerie had never once entered her mind.
The recognition gave her an unsettled sense of disquiet, and her mind clouded over in confusion as she strolled past the shop fronts searching for a new outfit.
It was the sight of the red dress in a window that finally brought her thoughts back into sharp focus. She stood on the busy sidewalk and peered through the glass. The dress was fitted to a mannequin; a vibrant shade of color that was cut high on the thigh and figure-hugging. The neckline was scooped and the sleeves of the dress were lace, reaching down to the elbow. Gabriele knew instantly that it would be perfect. Her credit card took another painful hit.
As she rode the subway back to her apartment, rocking and swaying on her seat to the motion of each stop along the route, Gabriele decided that the idea of winning Randall back must be a long-term objective that she was not yet ready to expend energy on. Right now she had to focus on completing her training. Nothing could happen until she was prepared.
Not once did she consider abandoning the course with Joshua. Not now. Not after Joshua had lashed her with the painful truths of her resistance the night before.
No. Now Gabriele was filled with grim resolve and determination to prove that she could be the perfect submissive. She felt the change in her mind and in her attitude, like she had been liberated from shackles. At last, she sensed that both her mind and body were in harmony, working together with the same sense of purpose.
For the first time since commencing her training, Gabriele had the luxury of an entire afternoon to prepare. She spent the hours showering and perfecting her make-up, then went down onto the sidewalk to hail a cab, puffed up with feminine confidence by the head-turning glances of admiration she caught from men on the street.
The cab arrived on Joshua’s street twenty minutes early. The night beyond the interior of the vehicle was already cloaked in darkness. Gabriele gave the driver an address that was two doors away from Joshua’s. When the cab finally pulled away into the night, she kicked off her heels and walked to Joshua’s door, creeping like a stealthy thief. There was a coarse foot mat on the landing. Gabriele got down on her knees and waited…
Joshua checked the time on his watch and saw that it was almost 8 pm. He pushed himself away from the desk and went down the corridor, frowning. He was unable to hide his disappointment. Gabriele should have arrived before now, and he felt the oppressive silence of the big empty house like a leaden weight. He had just begun to feel a connection – the first tenuous links that were the beginnings of a bond. And he had thought the girl was made of sterner stuff. When he had told her to think carefully about her suitability for submission, he had expected her to return tonight with defiant resolve.
Now…? Well now it seemed as though he had miscalculated badly, and the side-effect of his ultimatum was a hollow feeling in the pit of his guts at the realization that he would never see her again.
And he had wanted to see her again…
Joshua stood at the window by the door and peered through a chink in the drapes at the empty night. There were no vehicle lights, no sound of an arriving cab pulling up at the curb. His frown deepened, and so did his quiet despair. The frown became a grimace.
He went back down the long corridor to his desk, but his thoughts were suddenly jittering and inconsequential. The figures and graphs on the laptop’s screen made no sense and no longer seemed to matter. He went back to the front door one final time. Through the window he could see a garage door opening, and one of the neighbors backing their car out on the opposite side of the road. The red glow of the taillights lit up the street. On an impulse, Joshua unlocked the front door and cracked it open.
Gabriele was kneeling on the landing, her face a picture of stunning submissive beauty, her pose a sensual vision that snatched the breath from him.
“How long have you been waiting there?” Joshua’s voice was gravelly.
Gabriele looked up into his face, and her features were serene and softly adoring. “For about twenty minutes, Master,” she said in a whisper.
Joshua held the door wide open. “Come inside,” he could not quite hide the wash of relief from his eyes. “Go upstairs to the training room and wait for me there.”
Gabriele came to her feet and stepped through the door, and Joshua was entranced by the beauty of her; the poise as she moved, and the way the new red dress highlighted the exquisite perfection of her figure. He watched her until she disappeared through a doorway and she did not look back or falter once. There was a calm assurance about her, he noted. It was in the way she held herself - even in the provocative sway of her hips as he watched her walk away. The secret spell of her newfound sense of place was unmistakable and powerfully alluring.
When Joshua pushed open the internal bedroom door and stood in the threshold of the training room, he saw Gabriele standing against the far wall, waiting for him. She was wearing exotic new lingerie, her hands clasped demurely in front of her hips, her head lowered with just the right hint of respect and servility. Joshua’s eyes roamed, hungry with appreciation, over her body. He knew she was watching, peeking anxiously up at him through the hanging fringe of her hair, but despite that – or maybe because of it – he took a long time drinking in every inch of her flesh, noting the way her breasts were presented by the lift of her new bra, and the accentuated flare of her hip when she shifted her weight onto one leg.
“You look beautiful,” Joshua said with a gruff nod of approval. “And I appreciate that you are stripped and ready to present yourself to me.”
Gabriele nodded. The fiery flare of Joshua’s arousal that flickered in his gaze thrilled her in a way that was ample reward for every cent she had paid for the clothes and every minute she had spent in front of the mirror preparing.
Joshua beckoned Gabriele to him with a crook of his finger, and she came across the room immediately. She stopped before him, still with her eyes downcast so that she was staring at the crisp whorls of his chest hair that curled above the first button of his shirt.
Joshua ran his hand across Gabriele’s naked shoulder, then let his fingers drift down onto the laced bulge of her bra. Her breasts were like pale perfect pillows of flesh. He teased her nipple through the gauzy fabric, and she gave a little open-mouthed gasp of warm breath as her body responded to his touch.
She felt her body begin to sway towards Joshua, like she was drawn towards the warmth and the powerful commanding presence of him. T
he earth seemed to tilt beneath her and a roaring rush of blood sang in her ears.
“Good girl,” Joshua whispered.
Gabriele felt her heart lift with insane pleasure that was out of all sensible proportion. Joshua’s uttered praise literally made her swoon with satisfaction. It gave her a new soaring hope, and seemed to compel her emotionally towards him. Some profound feeling of devotion squeezed her heart and the sensation was so overpowering that it made her teeter for balance on her heels. She clutched for him to keep her feet and her hand pressed against the hard muscles of his chest. Through the crisp white linen of his shirt, she could feel the beat of his heart, racing at the same frantic pace of her own.
She gasped a whispered apology, but Joshua seized Gabriele’s wrist and held her hand to him. The heat through her fingers sizzled. She looked up into his eyes; they were dark and enigmatic. Then he drew her hand down over the ripples of his abs, and let it rest on the leather strap of his belt. Gabriele held her breath. She swallowed hard. Joshua’s cock was just an inch or two from her reach and suddenly she was desperate to hold it, to taste it… even merely to see it. The realization that she had not once been asked to give him any pleasurable sexual relief struck her like a hammer blow. So far, everything about her training had been for her benefit. Joshua hadn’t asked for, nor taken anything.
Would tonight be the night?
The thought made Gabriele giddy with hopeful anticipation.
She rested her hand on his belt, fighting the instinctive urge to reach inside his pants and try to please him. Suddenly she wanted that more than anything else – to please him.
All the while, Joshua was looking down at her, imagining how her mouth would feel to kiss, fighting his own terrible battle between desire and discipline. Finally, after a mighty struggle, he shrugged her hand away.
Gabriele let her arms fall empty by her side. She sensed how close and fraught with tension the moment had been.
