More Lessons for Laura (7 page)

I started to turn, and she placed her hand on my shoulder
and squeezed another warning. “There is no need for you to look at me to obey
my request.”

My objection puffed out in and audible breath.

“Oh, Miss Harrington, you still have so much to learn.” Ty
stepped back, taking the heat of her body with her.

A completely different voice swept in behind me, softer and
more feminine than Ty’s. “Please lie on the table face up.”

I just stood there, not sure I’d understood the words. Why
was I going to lie on a table where people would eat?

“Please do as you’re asked. I will be punished for your
disobedience. Please, Miss.” Her whispered pleading was as genuine as I had
ever heard, and the decision I made was no longer my consequence alone.

I placed my knee up and pulled myself onto the end of the
table and turned to sit. At least now I could see the person speaking to me. She
was very pretty, and I noticed the black lace choker around her neck and
matching cuffs on her wrists. Part of the uniform, I supposed, and far softer
than my brass collar, which had finally warmed to my body.

She gathered my hair in one hand and tugged gently. “Now lie
back and try to relax.” My hair fell off the end of the table when she released
it. She took a warm cloth from a silver serving cart and wiped my skin from
head to toe. I had just showered, so this action seemed pointless, but it was a
comforting sensation. The soft vanilla scent was a wonderful aroma.

She positioned my arms palms up at my sides and ran her long
nails slowly across the surface to my palms, opening my hands to relax my
fingers, and then spread my legs just slightly. She began placing small
bite-sized portions of assorted foods directly on me. I watched her as she
carefully chose places to match the contour of my body with the suppleness of
each piece.
I was being used as platter.
This took service to a whole new meaning.

“Have you served in this manner before?” Her voice was only
a whisper as her eyes darted to make sure she was secure in her conversation.

“No,” I whispered back to her.

“Remain perfectly still. You won’t be harmed, but it may
arouse you. A reaction of any sort will get you immediately removed and we will
both be punished. Then you’ll have to be displayed on one of the stands with
your marks of disgrace. Trust me. This is much better. You never want to be
placed on the stands. It’s a dishonor to your Master.”

I looked back into her soft blue eyes and shivered slightly.

 
“Keep your eyes
open and focus on anything except what you’re feeling. Remember – no
reaction, no matter what.”

The
no matter what
part worried me the most. She finished decorating me with edible concealment.
As soon as I started hearing the chatter of dinner guests, my heart beat
increased and my chest raised and lowered, causing the food to seemingly come
alive. I caught glimpses as they approached discussing how fabulous the food
looked without mention of the unusual serving vessels. Unusual only to me I
assumed.

A tall dark woman with short hair and masculine features
bent down and took the first morsel from my left breast with her mouth. She
engulfed the food along with my nipple as others stood close and looked on,
while discussing the shape of my hips and the tone of my skin as if I were just
another polite dinner topic. My nipple got harder as she nibbled on it long
after she swallowed the food. Her tongue swirled on my breast, leaving only the
erection as evidence she or the food were there at all; then she stood and
licked her lips.

“Delicious,” she said turning back to her gathering. “You
must try this. It’s very nice indeed.”

I was learning motion restraint from Sydney, but hadn’t
quite mastered it. My concern of disgracing Sydney and the fear of getting my
attendant punished was a much more powerful instructor than any threat to
myself.

The sampling continued while I tried to ignore both my
arousal and the comments praising my service and training. Without realizing
it, pride swelled within me and I so wished Sydney was close and knew what
others were saying about me. I felt confident and secure while complete
strangers mingled throughout the room enjoying all they were provided. I was an
endless buffet of pleasure and was pleased to serve in Sydney’s name. The
sensation of different women tasting and touching every inch of my body was
wild and extraordinary feelings of desire filled me. My body reacted in ways I
had absolutely no control over. My pussy pulsed and dripped. My moisture
penetrated the table cloth beneath me. Just when I thought I would implode, I
felt long stiff fingers slide between my legs and dip into me. I stiffened and
closed my eyes. The sensation was unexpected but pleasure rolled through me
along with an overwhelming since of violation. Would Sydney allow this?

The voice and the touch were soon unmistakable. “Feels like
you’re enjoying yourself, my love.” Sydney circled two fingers inside me and my
back arched slightly. “Be careful. You’re not quite done yet.” She pushed in
deeper and leaned down to speak privately to me. “I hear you are delicious.”
She pulled her fingers from me and placed them in her own mouth. She was so
close to my face I could smell my arousal on her breath.

“If they only knew how delicious. I’ll finish this later, if
you’re a good girl for the rest of the evening.” She stood, and I watched her
move out of my field of vision. After she penetrated me, I flowed with each
mouth that tasted me, and the pangs of madding unfulfilled pleasure
intensified. I hardly noticed the noise level decrease as the room slowly
emptied. The remaining food was taken from my body, and I was washed with a
warm clean cloth and fragrant soap.

“You did very well for your first time, Miss.” She spread me
and wiped my most intimate places clean as she spoke softly. “I was afraid by
the look in your eyes when you arrived at my table, you were going to have us
both sent to the dungeon.”

 
I knew there was a dungeon here.

“Sit up now Miss. Ty is waiting.”

“What’s next?” I whispered as I sat there for a moment
feeling the effects of my tormented arousal like a hangover. She simply pointed
to the doorway where Ty awaited me. I slipped off the table slowly, lowered my
eyes, walked over to her, and waited respectfully for my next command.

“Sydney would like to see you in her quarters before your
next assignment. Follow me.” I did as I was told so I would not be carried by
her again. We stopped at the foot of a large staircase. “She’s on the third
floor. Enter the last room at the end of that hall. No need to knock; just go
in. She’s expecting you.” She stepped aside and I walked to the bottom of the
stairs. My heart pounded as I stood there. Suddenly I ran up the stairs and
slowed near the top taking quick breathes to calm my heartbeat. The door directly
in front of me had a brass sign. Engraved into it was simply her name. Sydney
Montgomery. But I was told to go to the end of the hall. I looked down the
corridor and began to move slowly squeezing my legs tightly to maintain my
uncontrollable desire. The last door had no markers just a beautiful glass
doorknob that was cool in my nervous moist palm as I turned it. The door pulled
from my hand and there she stood.

Her eyes flamed in mine as I looked back at her then I
instinctively lowered my head. She put one firm finger under my chin and raised
me back to her gaze.

“You were a very good girl. I am proud of you.”

Everything I felt at that moment melted into her words. She
took my face in her hands and pulled me to her for a deeply passionate kiss.
Her embrace was my reward. She lifted me by my ass cheeks so I could wrap my
legs around her hips. The bulge in her jeans where my starving pussy came to
rest caused more emotion than I could hold, and I let a hot rush of my
excitement soak the thick fabric. I drank in her intoxicating need to penetrate
me. She squeezed at my ass cheeks, forcing the muscles to contract wildly in
her hands as she held me to her tightly. I rode the feeling without thought of any
reserve or manners. Everything I had been taught was consumed in my
uncontrollable urge to be hers.

She turned and placed me down on my back at the bottom of
the bed and held tight as she leaned over me. The barrier of her jeans prevented
any possible penetration. Reaching down between us, I tried desperately to
eliminate the obstruction. She took both wrists and placed them together above
my head on the cool smooth cover. The slightest squeeze and familiar rise of
her brow formed the invisible bond to hold them in place even after she let go.

Her hands slid down my arms and along my sides, causing a
heightened sensitivity across my skin. A quick bite to my left nipple shot a current
up my spine, and I tingled with anticipation. She took my breasts in her mouth,
stroking seductively with her tongue and then biting. The arch in my back
raised my entire body up to her. She wrapped her arm under my lower back and
pulled me into her, rubbing until all of my desire gathered into the pit of my
stomach, where it smoldered in my uncontrollable need for her. I pushed hard
into her, though I knew I couldn’t accomplish my goal; but somehow the unity of
our bodies was enough at the moment.

When I was crazed with wanting more than I was allowed, she
stood up and released me. I tried to control my desperation and show her I was
content with whatever she offered, in spite of my fierce longing to have her
inside me. My legs were still wrapped around her hips. Her hands ran up and
down the outsides and tops of my thighs slowly. I looked into her eyes, and her
face was full of pleasure as she gazed down at me.

“You are incorrigible.” She smiled, and I knew she was
really scolding herself for a lack of control more than me. She stepped back,
leaving my legs dangling off the end of the bed. I lay very calm under her
observation. I patiently awaited her command, eager to obey in a respectful and
timely manner.

She held her hand out for me to take, and then pulled me to
my feet in front of her. Standing there naked and awash in her gaze, I felt my
strength and poise finally surface, trapped as I was between my desire to
please her and my uncontrollable need to be touched by her. In spite of what I
wanted, I waited with calm a expression and unity of mind and body. I would
wait as long as she required, the distractions and doubts in my head gone.

I finally knew just by the look in her eyes and the tilt of
her head where she wanted me. I knelt down in front of her with my hands to my
sides and my eyes cast down. I could smell the mixture of our scents on the
front of her jeans. She calmly unbuttoned them and released the large hard dick.
There was a need in her I had never felt, yet it surrounded me as if alive, demanding
that its will be served. My awareness of her was astonishing to me. I knew her
and her desires; but I wanted her to demand them from me.

 
She placed her
hand on the top of my head and pushed it back so I would look up at her. “Have
you made your final choice Laura?” She let go, but I remained locked in her
eyes.

“Yes. I have made my choice.”

“Then tell me.”

“I choose to serve you, Master.”

“Show me.”

I took her cock in my mouth and closed my eyes. It didn’t
matter how badly I wanted her to fuck me, or that my pussy ached from being
teased and denied. The only thing that mattered at that moment was what she
wanted. She had always been the cure to my indecision; in fact, it seemed she knew
my decision long before I did. I had finally learned that a submissive needs
only to have a clear and calm understanding of the trust it takes to give up
free will. Only in giving myself to another was I finally completely whole
myself.

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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). Single short stories
featuring sassy, sexy lesbian couples include
The
Right to Remain Silent
and
Babes in
Toyland
.

Her latest work in
progress is a series of three “Lesbo Cop Erotica Mysteries,” as her publisher
calls them.
Crimes of Passion
will
grab you by the seat of your pants and then take them off for you. Look for the
first release date in 2013.

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