Elaine sat back in her chair and sighed. She hated writing things without researching. But she’d written all she could think of then edited it three or four times. She hoped he liked her answer and that she hadn’t said anything wrong. She just tried to be honest. She knew that things might not work out with Gary. She had to keep reminding herself that this was just the first step on what might be a long journey.
She bit her lip as she pressed ‘send’, then turned her attention to her journal.
The first thing that occurred to her was, ‘What a day.’
So she wrote it down.
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“Grins.”
Gary’s message popped up on Elaine’s screen giving her a fright. She’d been concentrating hard, working on her Metaphysics essay due next Monday. At least her term paper due Friday was done. “One moment, please,” she typed, saving her work and closing windows.
“Sure.”
Within a minute she was ready. “Hello, Sir,” she typed, adding a smile.
“Hello, Elaine. I just got done reading your answer to my question about being submissive. I think you are just about ready.”
“Ready for what?”
“For the presidency. What do you think? For the weekend, silly.”
“Oh. I’m sorry, Sir. It’s been a a strange day.”
“I’ll say. Though I would have thought it was somewhat depressing after reading your journal.”
“A bit. It’s just a bad situation, I guess. Bad all round.”
“Let’s talk about it.”
So they did. Elaine talked about everything that had gone through her head that day. As the opportunity to unload opened in front of her, she began to smile. Gary listened and took it all in. He added his own opinion and they talked things through. They had comparable outlooks on sex, contraception and the abortion issue. They had both assumed correctly that the other was of a similar mind, though they were glad they covered the subject. And they both enjoyed seeing how the other’s brain worked.
About an hour later the topic had been exhausted and Gary said, “A lot of this could go in your journal, you know.”
“I never know what to put in it and what to leave out,” Elaine replied.
“Well, in real life, you would have my undivided attention to tell me all about your day. Every day, a time would be set-aside for you to do that. During that time, you would be encouraged to tell me not just ‘what you did’, but how you thought about it and any questions that might have arisen about any aspect, or indeed any subject at all. Your journal either replaces or augments that time.”
“Augments?”
“There is no reason why you couldn’t keep a journal for the rest of your life if it suited you.”
“I see. It’s a work in progress.”
“I’m sure it will take shape as you realise and explore its benefits.”
“So it hasn’t displeased you.”
“Not at all.”
“I should just work toward using it more effectively.”
“You can work toward using it however you like. Once you’ve met the basic requirements, the sky is the limit. That’s the point.”
“Could you tell me the exact basic requirements please, Sir?”
“Haven’t I told you?”
“I don’t think so.”
“The basic requirements are to outline the happenings of your day and any feelings, thoughts, needs or desires that they provoked.”
“Oh. I think you did tell me that.”
“Smiles. In the future, more things may be added such as any rules or instructions we’ve decided on, or any delayed reactions to discussions we’ve had. I think we communicate pretty well already, so as long as those basic requirements are met, I can’t see any reason why you can’t just enjoy your journal and do with it as you wish.”
Elaine read Gary’s words a couple of times. She was surprised by how laterally she was thinking. She wondered if Gary would catch her wavelength. “A bit like D/s.”
“Hmmmm,” he sent.
Elaine smiled to herself.
In no time Gary was typing again. “Yes, a bit.” He sent a smile. “D/s is the same in that if you meet your Dominant’s basic requirements, then you move to the next level, and so on and so on. If you get a match, then the world is your oyster. The trick is in taking the time to find your match. When your boundaries and limits converge and you can assume correctly what the other wants and needs, then yes, you are truly free to do anything within those boundaries and limits.”
There was something Elaine hadn’t understood. “What do you mean by, ‘the next level’?”
“Well, they loosely equate to ‘friend’, ‘boyfriend’, ‘serious boyfriend’, and ‘married partner’. They are: your Mentor, your Trainer, your Dominant, and your Master. From my point of view, it’s my ‘mentoree’ which I don’t think is a word, then my trainee, my submissive, and my collared submissive.”
“Where am I up to?” Elaine wondered if the question was appropriate, though not until after she’d sent it.
“I’d say there is still a lot of mentoring going on and a fair bit of training. We have a long way to go.”
“Is it normal to ‘like’ the idea of having something to aim at? Like a career path?” Elaine smiled at her words and sent the face with its tongue poking out.
“I like that. A career path.” He sent back a smile. “I don’t know if it’s normal. I’ve never really thought about it. I like that you like it though.”
“Grins.” Elaine was feeling better already. “Can I ask you something else, Sir? I just thought of it.”
“Sure. Fire away.”
“Well, you said something like, ‘I expect you to better yourself in all things’. I was just wondering what you meant by that.” She bit her lip. What she was really wondering was, ‘What happens if I fail?‘
“I’m pretty sure that isn’t what I said.”
“I might be wrong. It was something like that.”
“I think what I said was, ‘The DESIRE to better yourself in all things is one of my expectations’. It’s ‘desiring’ that is important, not necessarily succeeding.”
“Oh, yeah. I remember now.” Elaine sent a blushing face. “And I think I said, ‘I can do that’.”
“Nods softly. If you don’t have the desire to succeed and the desire to be pleasing to the one you choose, then there is no point.”
Elaine thought for a moment. “Can I rephrase my answer?”
“Sure.”
“I want to do that.” She sent a smile. “I ‘want’ to succeed and I ‘want’ to try to better myself. In all things… but particularly in pleasing you.” She sent the blushing face again.
“I think you are doing fine.” He sent the face with the big grin.
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The next morning it was like nothing had happened.
Elaine wondered if Kendra was okay, but she didn’t say anything. She seemed all right and even said so when Chelsea asked. Kendra didn’t mention anything at all and in fact averted her eyes every time Elaine tried to make contact. She was being vague as usual, but Elaine thought it was an act.
Chelsea casually asked Kendra, “So what’s wrong with you?”
“Woman’s problems, you know,” Kendra replied.
“Well, as long as everything’s okay.”
“Yeah, fine.”
Elaine was looking daggers at Kendra. She couldn’t work out why there was such secrecy.
“All right. Well, I have to go,” Chelsea said. “I have a test this morning and I don’t want to be late.”
Elaine asked, “How did your interview go?”
“Pretty good. They want me to start tonight and do lunch tomorrow. Then, if it works out, we’ll discuss hours.”
“Congratulations,” said Elaine. “You’ll make a good waitress.”
“Thanks, but I’ve done it before.”
“Oh. I didn’t know.”
Chelsea winked.
“Who am I gonna party with?” asked Kendra.
Elaine rolled her eyes and Chelsea laughed, asking Kendra, “Don’t you have a date tonight?”
“I think I’m going to cancel,” Kendra replied.
“That’s not like you. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Nothing a day’s rest won’t cure.”
“Okay. Then take it easy. I’m going now. See you both later.”
“Byeee.”
As soon as the front door locked, Elaine asked Kendra, “What’s going on?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about. Why are you keeping it a secret from Chelsea? What’s the big deal? I don’t get it.”
Kendra sighed. “I just want it to blow over.”
“Well, thanks for telling me. I’m not sure what I can and can’t say.”
Their eyes met and the sad look crossed Kendra’s face again before she said, “Sorry.”
It took Elaine by surprise. She felt like a bitch. “I’m sorry, too. I’m being insensitive.”
“No, it’s my fault. I should tell you I guess.”
“Tell me what?”
Kendra crossed her arms defensively. “I didn’t tell Chelsea because I promised her I’d keep the next one if I got pregnant again.”
“Again?”
“That was my third termination.”
“Jeez, Kendra.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Elaine shook her head. What could she say? Should she state the obvious? “I suppose the doctor gave you all the risks.”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.” Elaine figured Kendra was kicking herself enough. She didn’t need Elaine kicking her too.
Their eyes met again and Elaine realised Kendra was about to cry. She pulled her chair closer to Kendra’s and they hugged.
And Kendra burst into tears.
Elaine held her and stroked her hair while Kendra sobbed. Elaine wasn’t sure exactly what was going on, but she knew a friend in need when she saw one. Kendra held her tightly and was rubbing Elaine’s back and before Elaine knew what was happening, she felt uncomfortable. The touching was becoming too familiar and she started to pull away when Kendra pulled her close and kissed her right on the lips. Tears were still falling down Kendra’s cheeks. Their eyes met briefly before Kendra tried to kiss Elaine again.
“No,” Elaine said firmly, holding Kendra back. “I don’t know what’s going on with you, but ‘NO’, okay?”
Kendra blinked and reached for a tissue. She blew her nose and repeated herself. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Elaine stood up and cleared the table. “Is that what you always say when you’re trying to avoid facing up to something?” Kendra didn’t answer right away. Elaine looked at her from the sink. “Well?”
“Well, what? I just got carried away. I thought you liked me.”
“I do like you. But Kendra, that doesn’t mean I want to kiss you. Whatever’s going on, you should tell a person before you start kissing them.”
“I’m sorry, okay? It won’t happen again.”
“You bet it won’t. I don’t think of you that way.”
Kendra burst into tears again. Elaine handed her the tissues and rubbed her shoulders, standing safely behind her while she blew her nose again. “You’ve had a tough time. Just relax. Everything probably feels weird and kind of unreal at the moment. It’s probably the painkillers.”
Kendra sniffled and nodded.
Elaine had to get out of there. She had classes, but she just wanted some air. “I won’t say anything to Chelsea, okay. Not about any of this. You should go back to bed. I’ll check on you later.”
“Okay. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it. Just promise you’ll try to be a bit more honest with me. We could be friends you know.”
“It’s harder than you think sometimes.”
Elaine shrugged. “It’s up to you.” She grabbed her backpack and an apple. “I gotta go. Get some rest.”
“I will.”
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Elaine was in the library when her cell phone rang. A few people gave her dirty looks, but she answered it anyway. It was Gary. Hearing his voice was heavenly. She was almost dumbstruck but she managed to ask him to wait for a moment while she gathered her stuff together and hurried to the exit.
She sat on a wooden bench in the sun just outside the door. “I can talk now,” she said breathlessly.
“It’s nice to hear your voice.”
“I was just thinking the same thing.” She could almost see him smiling.
“I’m calling to warn you that Leah is going to call you in a minute if that is your wish.”
“Leah?”
“My ex.”
“Oh.” Elaine started shaking. She’d forgotten all about that. “Right.”
“I told her I’d call her back and give her your number if you still wanted to talk to her. I got a message to her through some mutual friends. Well, kind of ex-friends. I don’t see them much any more. But they’re still in touch. So what do you think? Do you want to talk to her?”
“I… I don’t know…”
“I guess it depends on what you wanted to ask her. Not that I’m trying to wheedle it out of you. You can ask her anything.”
Elaine was sure he was smiling now. She could definitely hear it. “I… I just wanted to know if you’d be willing to share her number. I thought, you know, you might act weird about it or something… Oh, I don’t know, it was Kendra’s idea actually. I knew I shouldn’t have listened to her.”
“It was a good idea.”
“I guess.”
“Well you found out, didn’t you?”
“Yes. I suppose I did.”
“Then she helped.”
Elaine looked around quickly and lowered her voice a little. “Yes, Sir.” Just saying the words thrilled her.
“Oooo, in public. Very risqué of you, Elaine. I don’t suppose now would be a good time to tease you a little, would it?”
“Not before talking to your ex.” She could feel the heat in her cheeks. She whispered, “I mean, please, Sir.”
“So you want to talk to her?”
Elaine hesitated. “Yes.” She wasn’t sure what to say to her. Her mind was rapidly going blank.
“I’ll let her know. I’ll give you ten minutes to talk to her then call you back.”
And he was gone. Elaine pressed ‘call end’ and stared at her phone, trying to remember what she was going to ask. She didn’t have time to remember. Her phone started ringing almost straight away. After pressing the call button, she held it to her ear. “Hello? This is Elaine.”
“Hi, Elaine. This is Leah.”
She sounded nice.
“Nice to um, meet you, I guess,” said Elaine. “Sorry if this is inconvenient.” She sat up straighter.
“Not at all, I’m glad to hear Gary is hooking up again.”
“Um, about that…”
“It’s fine,” said Leah. “I have no secrets. I married the man who was right for me. I’m incredibly happy and I don’t mind if the world knows it.”
“I’m pleased for you.”
“If I could take back what I did to Gary, I would. He’s a wonderful Dom and an amazing lover. He’ll take good care of you.”
“Then why?”
“Why didn’t I marry him?”
“I’m sorry, yes.”
“It’s so cute that you’re nervous. Are you a newbie?”
“Yes.” Elaine swallowed.
“He’ll be perfect for you. He talks a lot and makes you talk too. He’s an excellent communicator. I miss that sometimes. But anyway, I’m a bit closer to what you might call a ‘slave’ than a submissive. I don’t have limits in the same way subs do. The thrill of doing as my Master commands, of being entirely at his disposal, is what drives me, and that wasn’t the kind of relationship I had with Gary. While I was with him, I was happy… and God, I mean he’s so beautiful to look at. I wanted to have him. He was ‘a catch’, and going places… My vanilla side was talking. The trouble was, my limits weren’t being pushed. You know?”
“He wasn’t tough enough on you?”
“Yeah. Something like that. It was only as the wedding got closer and closer that I started freaking out about it. I should have called it off weeks earlier.” Elaine heard Leah sigh before continuing. “But, as fate would have it, the Master who let me go years earlier wanted me back. He was the one I dreamed about. He was the one I needed. So when he called on the day of the wedding, I went to him.”
“I understand.”
“Gary is one of the good ones. You’re in good hands.”
“Thank you for calling and reassuring me.”
“You’re welcome. I better get back to work.”
“Thanks again, Leah.”
“Good luck, Elaine.”
Shaking her head, Elaine was about to put her phone away when it rang again.
“Took you long enough.” Gary chuckled.
“We didn’t talk for that long.”
“I’m just teasing.”
“Hey! I asked you not to do that.” Elaine giggled.
“Not till after you were off the phone to Leah.”
“Nitpicker.”
He chuckled. “So is everything off? Do I cancel the royal visit?”
“Of course not. You knew she’d give you a glowing report.”
“Well, I didn’t exactly do anything wrong. Somewhere along the line she stopped talking to me. Next minute she was gone. I just thought it was wedding nerves. Everything else I found out later.”
“I think you are both better off.”
“Yeah, but you’re biased.”
“Why am I biased?”
“Because I make you hot.”
“Sir!” Elaine looked around. She hadn’t realised how loudly she’d spoken. She whispered, “You’re making me blush.”
“Awww. Then your pussy must be getting wet too. Is it?”
Elaine swallowed. She was breathing harder. “Yes.”
“I like it when you blush. Do you want me to call you names now, Elaine? Hmmmm?”
“I… I don’t know.” She had a sense of déjà vu before Gary interrupted the thought.
“How wet is your cunt?”
He made it hard to breathe. “It’s… It’s getting wetter.”
“Are your nipples hard?”
“Very.”
“Can you see them through your top?”
Elaine looked down and gasped. “Yes!” She looked around again. No one was paying her any attention. She squirmed a little. This was sweet torture.
“Don’t forget you are not allowed to masturbate before the weekend.”
“So not fair,” Elaine said breathlessly.
“Slut.” The smile in his voice was unmistakeable. But so was the firmness. It made Elaine shiver and her thighs clenched tightly together. It was going to be a long week.
She whispered, “I can’t wait to see you, Sir.”
“I’m pleased you are eager.”
She loved pleasing him. It struck her every time he said it. “I want to please you.”
“Then be a good girl and meet me online at nine tonight. I might have a surprise for you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And no fucking yourself.”
“No, Sir.” She answered like the demand was a normal one.
“Good girl. I have to get back to the horses. Talk to you tonight.”
“Yes, Sir.” And he was gone again.
For a few minutes Elaine sat on the bench outside the library, calming herself. She marvelled at the ease with which she slipped into subspace with Gary. Or was it his ability to take her there? Or was he simply teasing her and she’d misunderstood the whole situation?
No, she thought, feeling the throb of her nipples slowly dissipating. They were still hard. And her panties were wet.
He knows exactly what I want, and he’s going to give it to me.
It was time to go to class. Time to concentrate.
She smiled.
She wasn’t hopeful.
Chapter 19
Climbing the stairs to her apartment, Elaine was tired but in a good mood. Snippets of her conversations with Leah and Gary had kept her smiling all day. It wasn’t until she’d arrived on the landing outside her front door that she was jolted by the memory of her roommate’s kiss.
What was that about?
Elaine wasn’t sure, but she thought Kendra had kissed her because of ‘stress’ and ‘high emotion’. Then again, maybe Kendra had always been attracted to Elaine, and her teasing sarcastic manner was a smokescreen.
Or, I’m going crazy, Elaine thought, shaking her head.
Turning the key in the door and slipping inside, immediately she realised someone was cooking something exotic. She felt her tummy rumble and her mouth water. She hadn’t eaten much all day.
“Hi!” yelled her roommates, hearing the front door.
‘Hi!” Elaine shouted back as she headed for her room. “I’ll be there in a minute!’
The first thing Elaine had to do was get out of her clothes. Then have a shower.
When time constraints forced her to wear her work uniform to college, Elaine felt ridiculous. She was so not a preppy, but on the rare days she didn’t have time to change she was regularly mistaken for one. But today it had been worth it. Today, between work and school, Elaine had tackled the necessary task of swinging by the clinic to pick up her medical report.
To her palatable relief, everything was fine. Of course. Thank God.
She wasn’t sure what she would have done if the report had contained adverse findings. She wasn’t even sure why she’d prepared herself for the possibility. She hadn’t BEEN with anyone yet. After reading the results, she’d laughed out loud and almost broke into a skip as she’d headed back to school.
Tonight she wanted to start organising her suitcase for the weekend, and the report had to be the first thing to go in. She wanted to make sure nothing stood in her way.
Stopping just inside the door to her bedroom, Elaine was halted by the sight of a plain paper package sitting in the centre of her bed. Investigating, she was thankful nothing on the outside gave away what was within, as she was pretty sure the parcel contained the D/s books she’d ordered online. As she unwrapped the package and confirmed its contents, she mused over the fact that one of her roommates placed it on her bed, coming close to knowing much more about Elaine than she cared to admit. It didn’t really make her nervous, just weird. The idea of ‘hiding’ her nature was a reality. Briefly she wished the world were different.
Sliding her suitcase from under her bed, Elaine put the books and the medical report inside, then zipped it up and slid it back.
Now to get changed, she thought, climbing to her feet and brushing off her knees.
Nakedly rummaging through her drawers, she sighed. Her long t-shirt style nightie, with Mickey Mouse on the front, was cute but not exactly ‘steamy’. Tossing it back in the drawer, she reminded herself to shop before the weekend.
And I need some A-team underwear too, she decided, choosing the regular white hipsters that felt soft and snug, like an old friend. A bra was out. It felt too good not having one on. Eleven hours in one of the damned things left marks she could see in her reflection.
Turning sideways and holding up her arm, Elaine had a thought.
I wonder if that’s what ‘welts’ look like?
In quick succession Elaine’s nipples hardened and her pussy warmed. Turning back to the mirror and staring at the red lines around her torso, she was assailed by images of Gary as a teacher, looming over her glistening body and demonstrating how things were used and how they felt.
The picture in Elaine’s mind made her gasp out loud. Bending at the waist, she held her gaze in the mirror as she crossed her legs as if needing to pee and squeezed hard. Hot flashes of pleasure rocketed across her skin.
Somehow Elaine caught herself before she went any further. Standing up straight and making fists with her hands, she clenched her teeth and shuddered with her efforts at self-control. Her pussy pulsed wetly, and a quiet, insistent voice started urging her to masturbate.
She knew she had to ignore it. She’d promised.
Somewhat desperately, she tried to recall the exact words, but couldn’t think of a justifiable way to break the vow she’d made. If I want it badly enough I’ll have to convince him to let me. The prospect made her swallow nervously. What if he won’t allow it? I’ll go crazy!
She gently cupped her pussy through her knickers and gave it a soft squeeze. She genuinely hoped it would give her relief. Alas, it was of no help whatsoever. With a sigh of resignation, she tried to get a hold of herself.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
“Wait!” squealed Elaine, stunned by the intrusion.
Chelsea’s voice came through her door. “Would Madam care to be escorted to her table? Dinner is served.”
“Just a minute!” Elaine managed to cry out.
“I’ll wait,” answered Chelsea.
Ugh, thought Elaine, a little annoyed. What’s going on now?
Hurriedly she pulled open the bottom drawer of the dresser and pulled out her long, light blue angora sweater. It was a Christmas present from her parents last year and was her favourite. She’d been looking forward to the day she could wear it. Memories of how lovely it felt had grown dim with the heat of summer. Now and then she’d opened the drawer, just to run her hand over it. It was so soft.
Thinking wickedly that she’d be almost naked under it, Elaine quickly pulled the oversized sweater over her head and halfway down her thighs. Her breath caught in her chest as she ran her fingers through her hair and the sliding wool caused her nipples to thicken and tingle. A hot blush rose in her cheeks. She tried to ignore it as she pulled open her door.
Chelsea’s eyes scanned Elaine as she said, “Dinner is served, Madam” She grinned, ushering Elaine ahead.
The sight of Kendra dishing up dinner made Elaine giggle. Kendra never cooked. Noticing the table was set for two, Elaine asked Chelsea if she was staying.
“I’ll eat something at work,” she said, winking and bending to light the candle on the table. “You two lovebirds have a nice evening at home together. If I’m lucky I’ll be late, so don’t wait up.”
Elaine was dumbstruck by Chelsea’s comment about ‘lovebirds’, and as soon as the front door closed she turned to Kendra and blurted, “Did you tell her you kissed me?”
Kendra chuckled. “Noooo, silly. ‘Lovebirds’ is just a figure of speech. I told her I wanted to do something nice for you ’cause you helped me out yesterday. That’s all. She was just teasing. You know what she’s like.”
“Oh,” said Elaine, unconvinced. “What did you tell her? I still don’t know what I can and can’t say.”
“Don’t worry about it. It’ll blow over. Do you want some wine?”
“Yeah, okay.” Elaine was glad for the diversion. “So what have you made? It smells delicious.”
“‘Thai Green Curry Chicken’. Don’t worry. It comes in a packet. And Chelsea helped.”
“I’m sure it’ll be great.”
“Thanks, Elaine. For everything.”
Searching for sarcasm, Elaine was pleased she could find none. “I didn’t do much.”
“You cared,” said Kendra, serving the dishes and sitting down. “That meant a lot to me.”
“You’re welcome.” They shared smiles.
Dinner was delicious, and the next ten minutes were spent in silence as they enjoyed it. At last Kendra sat back, wiping her chin with a napkin. She looked at Elaine and said, “I should cook more often.”
“I’ll say,” replied Elaine, scraping her plate clean.
“My mom’s a really good cook. I should have listened when she tried to teach me.”
“Spilt milk,” said Elaine. She sat back and groaned, licking her lips and holding her tummy. “And anyway, I think you must have learned a few things. God. I’m so full. I couldn’t eat another thing.”
Kendra hopped up and started clearing the table. “I’ll wash up.”
“You’ve done enough,” said Elaine, pushing out her chair.
“No. I insist. I want you to relax. Maybe I can talk to you.”
“Um,” said Elaine, wincing at the fact that she felt suspicious. “Okay.”
“Would you like another wine?”
“I dunno. Do I need one?”
“I think so.”
“Okay then.”
“Coming right up.”
After topping up Elaine’s glass, Kendra organised the washing up but was quite clearly biting her lip as she did so. Elaine wondered what was troubling her.
“I, ah,” Kendra began, concentrating on a dish in her hands. She glanced at Elaine before continuing. “I think I’m a lesbian.”
Elaine rolled her eyes. “Yeah, and I’m the Pope.”
Kendra looked up from her task. “I’m serious.”
Sipping her wine, Elaine said, “Look, whoever you want to be is fine by me. Personally I think you like guys too much to be a lesbian. But hey, what would I know?”
“It’s all an act.”
Elaine still wasn’t sure whether Kendra was screwing with her head. “So what makes you think you’re a lesbian?” she asked.
“I want the feel and the touch of a woman. I want what only a woman can give. I’ve fantasised about it for years. I’m sorry I kissed you. That was pushy and I didn’t mean it. It was kind of uncontrolled, you know? Like, spur of the moment.”
“Uncontrolled is fine with a willing partner. But I wasn’t willing. And I won’t be. It isn’t you I want, Kendra.” Elaine could hardly believe her ears. It was the clearest and most forthright she’d managed with her roommates. She could feel herself blushing all over again.
Kendra hadn’t noticed. She was in her own world. Her shoulders slumped and she sighed. “I’m sorry.”
“Kendra really, choose your own path. No one is going to despise you.”
“Tell that to my parents. I’m ‘wasting time’, according to them. They keep reminding me that college is eating away at my wedding fund, for God’s sake. They think I should be on my second kid by now.”
“You’d be on your third if you hadn’t made some really hard decisions.”
Kendra juggled some cutlery and dropped it in the sink. She sighed again and leaned on the edge. “I’m not proud of that.”
“I can tell.”
“I don’t know why I tempted fate. Maybe I just thought if I weren’t meant to be with a guy, it wouldn’t happen. Biology has a mind of its own, unfortunately.”
“That’s for sure.”
Finishing up at the sink, Kendra changed tack. “You know the other day, when I streaked down the stairs?”
“Yeah,” said Elaine. “I still can’t believe you were so calm.”
“I wasn’t. But it wasn’t ‘being naked in front of guys’ that was freaking me out. It was ‘being naked in front of girls‘.”
“I see,” said Elaine. She actually felt like she was in unchartered territory. To her, being curious about the female form wasn’t strange at all, and indeed the opposite might have been true, but it wasn’t something for which she yearned either. “That explains the kiss.”
“Yeah. I know you’re into this guy and everything. I’m not usually so impulsive.”
Elaine almost choked on her wine as she giggled. “Yeah, right.”
“Oh, stop it. I am not. I’m usually pushy and diabolically underhanded. But I’m rarely impulsive.” Kendra stuck out her tongue playfully.
“Look…” Elaine said, after a moment. “‘What I think’ isn’t exactly important. What’s more important is for you to be honest with yourself, and to start working towards making yourself happy.”
“When I finish college, I can do that.”
“You’ll manage, whatever happens.”
“You think so?”
“You are resourceful and prepared to take risks. I think you could do anything you set your mind to, actually. You just have to decide what it is, and make sure it’s possible.”
Kendra nodded slowly. Finally she said, “I was propositioned by two different girls after that night.”
“No way,” said Elaine, suddenly remembering the girl who had cornered her. “The same thing happened to me. I think it was the day I was practically naked…” Saying the words reminded Elaine of how she was dressed at that moment.
Kendra bit her lip. “It made me so hot seeing you go out like that. I’m bad, aren’t I?”
“Yes!” Elaine cried playfully. “You were mean to me!” Another moment passed as they sipped their drinks and Elaine let Kendra decide where the conversation went. Strangely she was enjoying it.
“I wish I was as innocent as you,” Kendra said.
Elaine responded with the first thing that came into her mind. “Start over.”
“Huh?”
“Start all over again. You are a virgin with girls, right?”
“Not exactly. Chelsea and I, well…”
“Oh man, too much information.” Elaine covered her mouth. She knew it!
“It was perfectly innocent!” giggled Kendra. “More like drunken fumbling, really. And she’s totally okay with it.”
“That was different to the kiss you gave me.”
“Yeah.” Kendra sighed again and put down her glass. Looking down at her hands, she said, “You’re just so beautiful. You and Chelsea both are and I feel intimidated sometimes. I dunno. I just wanted to feel your lips on mine.”
Elaine swallowed. “Taking something that isn’t yours is wrong.”
“I know.”
“Good.”
“Thanks, Elaine.”
“It’s okay. You’re welcome.”
“And any time you change your mind… You know…” Kendra winked.
“Arrrgh!” cried Elaine, laughing and tossing her napkin at her roommate.
**************************
An hour later Elaine was freshly showered and trying to work on Monday’s paper with little progress. She was almost resigned to packing her textbooks for the weekend. She had to admit her efforts were less than satisfactory. She had too much on her mind. She’d have to tell Gary about it.
This is all his fault, she thought, smiling. I better not blame him though.
Reluctantly closing her work, she sat back in the chair in front of her computer and chewed a fingernail. She never chewed her nails, but she didn’t know what to do with her hands. If she touched herself, even innocently, she could feel it. Scratching her thigh, touching the back of her hand… Even licking her lips felt sexual. Her heart wasn’t beating faster, just harder.
Now and then she’d curl her toes and try to tense and relax the muscles in her legs. She had to do it slowly so her pussy wouldn’t contract. It was very wet and she could feel her lips sliding against each other with every move she made. Keeping her legs open made her hot. Keeping them closed was maddening. Keeping them crossed drove her nuts. Sexual thoughts ran rampant through her mind, and she didn’t have the willpower to distract herself.
What day is it tomorrow? Thursday? God. I’m never going to make it. I’ll be a wreck if I meet him like this. I have to ask him about it. What am I saying? With the girls here, I’m not going to get a chance to play. I can’t even think straight. Are they going to be out tomorrow night? Did Chelsea say she was working? UGH!
Elaine wished the girls were out now. She climbed to her feet and crossed the room, closing her sliding window. She needed iced water and headed to the kitchen to get it.
“Hey, Elaine. You should watch this.” Kendra was on the couch, sipping wine with an open textbook on her lap. Kendra didn’t usually suggest programs on T.V.
Elaine was intrigued and asked, “What’s it about?”
“Salvador Dali.”
“Oh, I love him!” Elaine cried, leaning on the back of the couch. He was her favourite artist.
“Yeah, his stuff is awesome,” Kendra agreed, waving her hand as if hushing Elaine.
“I’ll just grab some water and I’ll join you.”
“There’s still a glass of wine left.”
Elaine figured it couldn’t hurt. “Okay.”
A minute later she was curled up in the single seater, watching the documentary. Embarrassingly, Elaine hadn’t been aware of the nice view of her ass she was displaying. With her legs tucked under herself and her body turned toward the T.V., the hem of her sweater had ridden up, not quite covering her ass and her pouting pussy, clad in tight white panties.
Reaching down to put her glass on the coffee table, Elaine noticed Kendra’s eyes on her butt. Kendra caught Elaine’s look and glanced back at the television without saying a word. Elaine swallowed and did the same, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks again. She wondered if her sweater was covering her and she tried to pull it under herself, wiggling a little as she did. She hoped she wasn’t wet down there.
When the next lot of advertisements came on, Kendra relented. “Um, Elaine?”
“Yes?”
“You’re um…” Kendra pointed. “Half your pussy is showing.”
“Oh, gross. Sorry.” How embarrassing! Abruptly Elaine twisted into a sitting position and pulled the sweater under her ass. Nervously she reached for her wine, almost knocking it over. Stopping herself from fanning her face, self-consciously she stared at the T.V., taking a large gulp of wine. The leg band of her panties was cutting her up the middle and she longed to fix it.
“You mean you didn’t do it on purpose?” Kendra asked insistently.
“No!” said Elaine, crossing her legs. “God, Kendra. It was an accident.”
“Sure, sure,” said Kendra, eying Elaine’s legs. “Just don’t tease me,” she whispered. “It’ll drive me crazy.”
“I wasn’t,” Elaine said. She thought she sounded like a naughty little girl. “I mean, I wasn’t intending to tease you.”
“I know. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
Elaine thought if Kendra hadn’t, then she would still be getting an eyeful. “Let’s just forget about it.”
“Yeah, sorry.”
Elaine tasted her wine again and returned her gaze to the television. Her nipples were hard. She wasn’t sure if the bumps could be seen through the hairy wool and she wasn’t going to look down to check. For a second she thought she noticed the scent of her pussy. It felt really juicy.
I bet Kendra would love to make me cum.
The wicked image of Kendra looking up at her from between her legs assaulted Elaine, almost making her gag on the wine she was sipping. She blinked, hardly believing she’d had the thought in the first place. She glanced at her roommate. Kendra hadn’t noticed Elaine had started to breathe harder.
I have to get out of here! “Um, I better go study.”
“It’s nearly over.”
Unsteadily Elaine climbed to her feet. “I just have to get back to it.” She wasn’t even sure why she was explaining.
“Okay. I think I might have an early night.” Kendra winked.
Elaine knew exactly what she meant. “Uh, okay. G’night.”
“Night, Elaine.”
It was only a few steps to the hallway, but Elaine knew Kendra’s eyes were burning into her ass.
Ugh, she thought as she walked down the hall. Now I’m even contemplating my roommate getting me off. I bet it’s because I can’t play. What’s wrong with me? And damn Kendra for embarrassing me, and then flaunting the fact that SHE’S going to masturbate. Bitch!
Closing her bedroom door behind her, Elaine slipped off her stupid panties and tossed them in The Washing Basket.
Knock, knock.
Elaine turned to her door just in time to see Kendra wrapped in a towel and holding out the wine Elaine had left in the lounge room. “I topped this up for… oops, sorry.” She giggled, covering her mouth and ‘accidentally’ dropping the towel to the floor.
Elaine’s eyes bugged out. She was mortified! Her leaden feet felt like they were glued to the floor. “Kendra!” she shrieked.
“You didn’t answer, so I figured it was okay to come in,” she said, still chuckling as she picked up the towel and draped it over her shoulder, hiding nothing. She put Elaine’s glass on top of her wardrobe and said, “Jeez, look at us. It’s like we can’t help it.”
“I’m half naked here!” Elaine gasped. “Can you please leave so I can put something on? You hardly gave me a chance to answer you.”
“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, you know. Relax.”
“Kendra! Get out!”
“All right, all right. Jeez.” Kendra looked disappointed as she backed toward the door.
Words flowed into Elaine’s mind and straight out of her mouth. “When you knock, wait for me to answer you. If I don’t answer, then don’t come in. This is MY space. Don’t invade it without my permission.”
“What’s got into you?”
“They’re the rules, Kendra.”
“Okay. I’m sorry. I’m going.”
As soon as her door was closed, Elaine started pacing back and forth across her room, one hand on her thumping heart.
THAT’S what I don’t like about vanilla. ‘Seduction’ is SO hit and miss. No one knows anything! It’s like ‘complete luck’ that anyone ever finds a person who is right for them! There’s no communication! There’s no control!
Angrily Elaine slipped on some fresh panties and winced at how wet she was.
This is getting ridiculous.
‘Bong!’ went her machine as Gary logged on. She glanced at the clock before scurrying over. He was about an hour early and Elaine was ecstatic. And surprised. And worried!
I’ll get a towel in a minute, she thought, feeling her nerves beginning to jangle as she typed, “Hello, Gary.” She added a big grin.
“Greetings, Elaine.” He was typing again and Elaine dutifully waited, anxious to hear his words. Soon enough, they arrived. “I’ve worked very hard today to get here early. I’m tired and I don’t know how long I’ll last, but I have a lot to cover tonight so I’m hoping for very few distractions.”
Fuck, thought Elaine. I’m never going to get to cum. She swallowed, hoping she’d soon calm down. “Yes, Sir,” she typed. “Looking up at you and listening.”
“Chuckles. Sometimes I get a bit ‘single-minded’, little one.”
Elaine wasn’t sure what he meant, but she loved what he called her. “That’s okay.”
“Climb onto my lap. You are relaxed and content, cuddling in my arms. Your legs are open just a little and you can feel my hand resting on your thigh.”
Elaine realised she was swinging her knees back and forth and she bit her lip as she typed, “Smiles up at you.”
“Have you had a good day?” he asked.
Elaine didn’t know where to start. “It’s been so weird.”
“I’m looking forward to hearing all about it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And don’t worry about your journal tonight.”
Elaine had forgotten all about it! “Thank you,” she typed, feeling a bit guilty.
“Seeing as I’m an hour early, you probably haven’t had the chance.”
“Actually, I hadn’t remembered it yet.” Elaine sent a frown.
“Hey,” Gary typed. “You might have. Anyway, it’s okay. Everyone slips up now and again.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.” Elaine chewed her lip some more as she watched Gary type.
“You know, one of the first things I’m going to do is spank you. You are too adorable to go ‘unspanked’ for one minute longer than is necessary.”
“Sir!”
“Are you saying you’re not adorable?” He sent the face with the tongue poking out.
“No. I just…”
“Chuckles and kisses your forehead. Relax. Talking about ‘spanking’ has reminded me of something. I’d like you to look over your BDSM Checklist and let me know if you make any changes.”
Elaine thought that was a good idea. “Okay. I will.”
“Good girl.”
She recrossed her legs before typing, “I don’t feel like a good girl.” She followed her message with a blushing face. Her perspiration was accumulating on her top lip and she drew her finger across it, gathering the sweet sweat and sucking it off.
“Are you all right?”
“I’m just ‘on edge’, Gary. I’m sorry.”
“Tell me what’s going on.”
Elaine thanked God they were going to get to talk about this. She took a deep breath. “I told you that ‘telling me I couldn’t cum’ would make things really hard. Well, I’m going crazy.”
“Such little self-control.”
“I’ve been good! I just can’t get the idea out of my head.”
“All right.”
“I must be radiating sex or something. Even my roommate is coming onto me. I need to cum so badly and I’m getting all confused and my schoolwork is suffering. When I woke up this morning my jaw was tired from clenching my teeth all night!”
“Your roommate is coming onto you?”
“Yes!”
“And you’re wet?”
“I’ve been wet for two days. Please let me play before I see you. I promise I’ll try to control myself, but if I really can’t stop myself, ‘knowing I can’ would be so helpful.” Elaine gulped. “Please?”
“You realise you’re begging me to allow you to play with yourself.” He sent a wink.
“Blushes.”
“You’re acting like a horny little slut, aren’t you?”
“Pouts and nods. And you won’t believe what’s been going on with Kendra.”
“Tell me what happened.”
Elaine sighed and began typing, describing the strange incidents, even admitting her bizarre thought of having her roommate get her off. Gary chuckled when she told him about the dropped towel incident and Kendra’s meek response when Elaine put her foot down. She also confessed that she thought if she had the chance, she’d be playing two or three times a day. The effect of denying the chance to play had an exponential effect on her need. It hadn’t been expected. She knew it was going to be hard, but she hadn’t thought it was going to make her go cross-eyed.
“Chuckles. Okay, Okay. Relax and listen to me. I want you to remember something. You have not formally submitted to me in any way, shape or form. At the moment, our motivation is simply voluntary. We are enjoying each other, and we do things because we want to. That’s all. I was never going to stop you masturbating. Nor would I punish you if you had broken our deal.”
“You wouldn’t have?”
“Nope.”
“I’ve been tearing my hair out all evening over this.”
“Chuckles.” He sent the face with the big grin. “Poor baby.”
The relief Elaine felt was palpable. Her muscles relaxed and her body flushed head to foot. With the mental shackles removed, she briefly tweaked her aching nipples, causing her breath to catch in her chest. She realised what she was doing and quickly typed, “I’m sorry, Sir. I’m sure it’ll be easier after the weekend.”
“We’ll see.” He sent a warm smile. “In the meantime, you can put on your nipple clamps under your sweater. Go get them.”
Elaine sent the surprised face with the mouth gaping open!
“Don’t make me wait,” Gary urged, sending a grin.
“You’re mean.”
“And you’re being teased. Now scoot. When you get back, I’ll send you that surprise I promised.”
“Be right back.” Leaping from the chair, Elaine raced over to her wardrobe and grabbed the clamps. Thankfully she remembered to get a towel. She knew she was going to need it.
It was strange being reminded that she hadn’t actually submitted to Gary. She felt that in so many ways, she already had. It was true that he was playing with her already. And she loved it. But he hadn’t pushed her at all. He was right. And she was pleased about it. She knew she could choose to do, or not do, anything she liked. She didn’t want to choose to play. Not after she’d promised. She sighed.
I ‘wanted’ to please him. That’s what I chose. That’s how easy it was. I just chose. Two more days. That’s all.
Fuck.
Two days!
In moments she was back at her desk and shaking like a leaf. “I have them, Sir,” she typed. “But can I say something first?”
“Sure, little one.”
Elaine blushed. “I want to hold up my end of our agreement. I won’t play until I see you.”
“You might want to change your mind after we’re done here.” Gary winked.
“No I won’t!” Elaine giggled as she typed, “Pouts.”
“Okay. I’m impressed. And I’m looking forward to being with you a lot.”
“Blushes.”
“Now pinch your fucking nipples till they’re nice and hard then pop the clamps on lightly. You can leave them on longer that way.”
In a minute Elaine’s heart was thumping and so were her nipples. The clamps weren’t that tight. It was like her nipples were being held. Her pussy was so wet it was ridiculous. She swallowed and typed, “They’re on.”
“Good girl. I’ll send you the surprise. I’ll email it. Please read it, then we’ll talk about it.”
In moments Gary’s email arrived. Nervously Elaine opened it and found it was a short note with an attachment. The note simply said, ‘Here is our draft contract. Please review it and we’ll talk about it. Gary.’
Elaine shook with a mixture of awe and trepidation. Things were getting serious. They’d ratcheted up another level. With a trembling hand, she manoeuvred her mouse and clicked it open.
And she read it.
Chapter 20
Dated this day, the 5th of May, 2006
For the purpose of providing a framework over which both parties have equal control, this contract informally binds the signatories below to its contents. Either party may ‘opt out’ of this agreement at any time. ‘Opting out’ may be defined as ceasing to observe this contract in any way. It is binding only insofar as it is accepted to be.
Gary Paul Duke (known in this contract as ‘the Dominant’), hereby offers Elaine Milanovic (known in this contract as ‘the Submissive’), his guidance and dominance over her, for the period beginning on Friday the 5th of May 2006, up to and including Sunday, the 7th of May 2006.
During this period, the Dominant agrees to:
1. Use his knowledge and experience to provide a safe, sane and consensual environment in which the Submissive may learn and grow,
2. Treat the Submissive with respect and tenderness where appropriate, mindful of the gravity of the decisions that have brought her to this moment in her life,
3. Teach the Submissive, through question and answer sessions and by practical demonstration, how to please the Dominant and how to become a more pleasing submissive in general,
4. Communicate with the Submissive to the best of his ability, keeping her informed of the choices he is making in regard to her, and
5. Discipline the Submissive in a consistent, measured and proportional manner, where appropriate and with her inexperience in mind, and only where the Submissive explicitly accepts the nature, scale and scope of the said discipline.
During this period, the Submissive agrees to:
1. Be pleasing to the Dominant,
2. Show proper respect to the Dominant,
3. Acquiesce to the Dominant’s will, where and when said will is exercised in a safe, sane and consensual manner,
4. Be honest and openly communicate with the Dominant, and
5. Use her safe word, ‘Pineapple’, when, and only when, the safety, sanity or consensuality of a given scene is in question.
We the undersigned accept the roles of ‘Dominant’ and ‘submissive’ as we choose to define them, and in full knowledge of their meaning to us.
This contract is entered into voluntarily.
By the time she’d finished reading, Elaine was trembling. At the bottom of the contract were two dotted lines where she and Gary would sign. Right under where she was to sign, her name appeared in bold type, and below it, ‘Submissive‘. The words caught her attention and she was sucked into the vortex of their implications.
She stared at them, unnerved by their physical proximity to each other, stunned by the realisation that this was actually happening. In the most civilised of ways, a legalistic contract, the point of no return had been mapped out before her. She’d be signing her name as ‘Elaine Milanovic. Submissive.’ The words on the screen swirled and shimmered as thoughts danced through her mind.
Have I forgotten anything? Is there something I haven’t done? Something I haven’t checked?
When Elaine blinked, welled up tears unexpectedly spilled over her cheeks. Reaching for a tissue, she smiled ruefully and shook her head as she dabbed her eyes.
“Are you finished reading?” Gary asked.
Elaine sighed before responding, “Yes. I’m sorry, I was just thinking.”
“That’s okay,” he typed. “Remove the clamps.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
She’d actually completely forgotten about them. From previous experience she expected the worst when she took them off. Gritting her teeth as they came free, she instead gasped aloud as her teased nipples throbbed lewdly. Her eyes fluttered closed and she swayed with the unstoppable sensations, her hands gently holding her breasts through her sweater. The painful heat she experienced last time was quickly forgotten. Suddenly conscious of how long she’d been distracted, Elaine’s eyes shot open.
Gary had asked, “Are you all right?”
“Yes,” she typed nervously, collecting herself. “I mean, I don’t know. It’s… It’s starting to get very real.”
“Do you have a microphone?”
“Sorry?” She wondered if her last message had gone through.
“You know, like a microphone and headphones for the computer? I’ll show you ‘real’.” He sent a wink.
“Oh.” Elaine liked listening to CD’s while she studied and had a set of headphones. She’d never had need for a microphone. She let Gary know and he told her to fetch the headset and she did. When she returned, he sent a request to begin an ‘audio conversation’ and Elaine flushed as she clicked ‘accept’. For a few moments the program hesitated as it connected. Then it crackled and fell silent. Elaine held her breath.
In his smooth, deep voice Gary asked, “Can you hear me?”
Elaine panted and typed, “Yes!” She had to fix her typing errors twice! On one word! She hastily sent a smile as a shiver of pleasure raced down her spine and wrapped itself around her tailbone.
“Good,” he said, the smile apparent in his voice.
Elaine tried to concentrate, but the sound of Gary’s voice in her ears was almost overwhelming. Her skin was coming alive, and fast. Goosebumps broke out down her arms and legs and her swollen nipples grappled for her attention. Before she had a chance to type anything, Gary was talking again.
“I’d like you to get a microphone one of these days.”
“I’ll be so nervous talking to you like this,” Elaine typed. Gary sounded so calm. She wished she were more like him sometimes. Besides, Elaine liked being able to type. At least she could think before she opened her big mouth. It would be different when she was kneeling in front of him. She shuddered. Remembering the thin walls of her apartment, she managed to type, “I’d have to whisper.”
“Then buy a good one or I won’t be able to hear you.”
“Okay.” She sent a smile. “I will.”
“Good girl. Now, about this contract,” Gary continued.
“Yes, Sir,” Elaine responded, this time more quickly, trying to keep up with him.
“Remember it’s symbolic. It’s a ‘statement of intent’ rather than a bona fide contract.”
“I understand Sir,” Elaine sent. “I mean, thank you. I don’t have any issues with it. I like it and I’d be happy to sign it.”
“If?” he asked, leaving the word hanging.
“…If I was sure ‘the lifestyle’ was right for me.” Sometimes she felt certain, while at other times she questioned whether she could handle the entire scenario. For Elaine, one core issue remained. ‘Was she truly submissive, or had she convinced herself of the ‘fact’?’ The concern was set to dog Elaine for the next twenty-four hours until she signed the contract. Until that moment, she couldn’t really know.
Gary’s voice was warm but firm as he spoke deliberately. “It is right for you.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because you’ve pursued it vigorously from the day you discovered it,” Gary said softly. “It’s no longer a curiosity or a whim or a kink. It’s a full-blown desire to know the freedom of giving the gift of your submission. It’s a longing for a relationship with a level of trust you can find nowhere else.”
Gary was on a roll now, and Elaine sat listening, remembering some of his lessons as he reiterated them. “You are very lucky. On the net, most potential submissives that make the mistake of allowing themselves to be raced off by the first guy that comes along with a ‘Dom’ sign around his neck, end up with someone as inexperienced as they are. They don’t read up on what to expect and they rush headlong into something that may bear little resemblance to safe, sane and consensual D/s. Disillusioned, they retreat into erotic literature and daydreaming of what it could be like in a perfect world, never having had the opportunity to discover that it exists. The luck involved in meeting each other in the first place, then living so conveniently close to each other in the second, is substantial. For both of us.
“You see, this isn’t a one way street either. I have recognised that you have been busy wrestling with the concepts of submission, D/s, and whether or not I am the right one to introduce you to the lifestyle. But I’ve been busy too.
“I’ve made sure you were serious because I’m not about to waste my time with someone who is seeking a thrill or whose heart isn’t in it. I’ve made sure you are ‘in the range’ of submissive that is most likely to please me. To me, your submissiveness is obvious and I’ve never questioned your nature. What I have checked is our compatibility and you have jumped over every hurdle and through every hoop I’ve put in front of you. Enthusiastically. I’ve found you to be sensitive and sensible. You’re intelligent and you’ve exercised good judgement and self-control.”
Elaine loved listening to his voice, even though she wasn’t convinced of her self-control at all. “I don’t know about that.”
Gary chuckled. “Did I mention humble?”
Elaine’s lips glistened as she ran her tongue over them, wetting her dry mouth. “No.” She sent the blushing face.
“But seriously, it’s true. I agree that the odds of us meeting, and finding each other, and being right for each other, are astronomical. But so far, that’s what has happened. I also agree that the past two weeks have been crazy and we have done things pretty quickly. But I’d like to think our shared enthusiasm has brought us to the position we are in, and that I haven’t rushed you into anything. If I’m not right about that, then I’d like to know.”
“You haven’t rushed me,” Elaine typed.
“Good. We’ve done everything by the book. We are both driven to dot the ‘I’s’ and cross the ‘T’s’, you know.”
“But what if I can’t do it? What if I’ve misread who I am? What if I’m not submissive at all?”
“I’m smiling here.”
“Why?” Elaine asked, the heat in her cheeks rising.
“You DO realise that being unsure of yourself is a delightfully submissive characteristic, don’t you?”
“I thought submissives knew what they wanted.”
“Not at the beginning. At the start most submissives have no idea what they want. All they know is, ‘it feels right’. And ‘it’s so exciting’. Apart from that, not much is actually known. They have lots of ideas though.”
“And on that basis they meet someone to dominate them?”
“Sadly, sometimes they do. They don’t take the time to know themselves or to know the person they are willing to meet. They make mistakes in their haste.”
“I don’t want to make mistakes.”
“Of course not. And that’s what I’m saying.”
“What are you saying?”
“I am saying that you haven’t made a mistake about this. The lifestyle IS for you, and you are definitely submissive. And I don’t want you to think that you are not a good submissive either. You want to learn and read and you are actively pursuing your self-improvement. You listen and you are conscious of yourself and of what you are doing. You are honest and giving. And you blush so beautifully. Did you know that most submissives blush? Did you know that most submissives are intelligent, thoughtful people? It’s not shameful to be submissive at all. NOT finding the lifestyle would have been the real tragedy.”
Elaine found herself nodding silently. She swallowed. “I might never have found the way to reach my full potential.”
The smile in Gary’s voice had returned. “That’s my girl.”
Elaine squeezed her thighs together as the words rang in her ears. That’s my girl. Butterflies took over her stomach.
Gary sounded more relaxed as he continued to explain. “Look, everyone is different and the extent varies, but there are three major things most submissives seem to have in common. The first is a deep and abiding desire ‘to be pleasing’. This is true in ninety-nine percent of submissives. The trait is not the exclusive domain of subs though. Lots of people desire the approval of others to validate who they are, so it’s by no means a defining characteristic. But it’s almost a prerequisite.
“The second thing most subs have in common is a physically pleasurable response to aspects of the lifestyle that appeal to them. If for example you like the idea of being tied up, as a submissive it doesn’t just appeal to you on a curiosity level, but on a physical level. In other words, a potential submissive who is interested in bondage gets wet when she thinks about being restrained or helpless.”
Elaine bit her lip and wondered if getting wet for no reason also qualified. She had to focus. Gary was talking again.
“And the third thing most subs have in common is a strong desire for any relationship to be simple, clear, consistent and structured. Submissives don’t take any shit, and people who don’t communicate well, don’t impress them. Submissives who have discovered their nature are more careful with whom they share themselves. They know how vulnerable they are and they take steps to protect themselves, not just when they arrive in the lifestyle. Often it begins with family and friends. Sound familiar?”
Elaine couldn’t help but smile. “Yes, Sir.”
Gary chuckled. “In summary, submissives observe keenly, are sexually responsive, and they don’t play games. To me you are quite clearly, and beautifully, a submissive woman. And I wouldn’t be as attracted to you if you weren’t. If you weren’t, and I saw you, I might wish you were a sub though…”
Elaine thought Gary was amazing. Somehow he’d made her feel better, all over again. “I hope I’m good for you,” she typed, before she’d given it a second thought.
“You will be.”
Elaine breathed. Her cheeks were burning. “I’m just nervous, I guess. I’ll be okay.”
“But it’s exciting.”
Gary’s comment made Elaine clench. She’d been desperately trying to ignore the heat and wetness below. Breathing heavily, she pondered his argument and her bodily reactions. She couldn’t disagree. Gary’s words were comforting to her mind, but her pussy was already convinced. “Whispers… Yes. It is.”
He seemed to hesitate before replying. “For me too.”
Spearing into Elaine’s mind came the vision of Gary adjusting his cock in his jeans. Elaine chewed her lip, unsure of what to say. Her fingers trembled as they rested on the keyboard. The desire to masturbate had returned with a vengeance.
Thankfully Gary interrupted her thoughts, but she was still surprised when he said, “Pull up my picture.”
Elaine hadn’t looked at it since the day before yesterday. “Okay,” Elaine typed, opening Paint from the Start menu and opening the file. Gary’s manly grin filled the screen and Elaine’s scalp prickled. Now I remember why I haven’t been looking at his picture, she thought, mesmerised by his eyes. Elaine clicked on their conversation, bringing it to the front, then moved it to the side so she could look at him while they talked. “It’s up,” she typed.
“Good. Now, concentrate.”
“Yes, Sir.” She sat up straighter, gazing at him. Short, shallow breaths wracked her chest as she waited for Gary to speak. When he finally did, he emphasised words in a calming, rhythmic tone.
“You have not arrived here by accident… And, as tempting as it is to believe, you are not here because of ‘fate’… You are here because you know what you need. And that need is overwhelming. You might hesitate, but you won’t change your mind, because you know this is right for you… Here and now, at this time in your life, this is what you have to choose.”
Elaine bit her lip and stayed quiet, listening to Gary’s hypnotic voice.
“You’ve done your homework. You know what you should know. You are safe because you did what you had to do. My lifestyle friends have vouched for me, as have my acquaintances. You spoke with my ex. You know I’m who I say I am. You’ve made a good, solid choice, Elaine. You are safe. The only thing left to do is to discuss the specifics. Then you’ll be ready for me.”
Elaine had a little smile at the corners of her mouth by the time Gary had finished. He was right of course. She’d let herself get wound up and hadn’t been able to stop. Inexplicably tears formed in her eyes all over again. “Thank you for being so patient with me. I feel like such a burden.”
“You are not a burden. Your concerns are completely normal. And I hope everything I do continues to foster your trust and liberates you.”
.
In one sentence, Gary had nailed her. Thoughts and images swirled through Elaine’s mind. He was right. She would be okay. It was going to be amazing. And she was dying to know more about the ‘specifics’. It was something they hadn’t spoken much about at all. Well, apart from ‘in a general sense’, when they talked about the checklists. If only there were more time. She glanced at the clock. It was getting late. “Sir?” she typed.
“You have to go to bed?” he asked, reading her mind.
She smiled. “Yes. I don’t want to, but I have an early start.”
“Such a good girl.”
Hearing the words, Elaine melted. She really didn’t want to leave. Remembering how much she had yet to do on her paper, she pouted. Reluctantly she typed, “Would it be okay if I have to bring some books on the weekend? I have a paper to finish.” She sent a sad frown.
“Of course it is. You can use my desk while I see to the horses. I’ll make sure you have a few hours to study.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Welcome. You better get to bed.”
One more minute, she thought. “May I ask one more question?”
“Sure.”
“Don’t you ever get sick of reassuring me?”
“Not at all. Until you know me, and until you know yourself, there will be lots of hesitation.”
“I’m nodding to myself here.”
“Good. And I’m smiling.”
“May I hug you please?”
“Sure,” he said softly. “I’m cuddling you warmly.”
“Holds on tightly. Thank you for my surprise. The contract I mean. I’ll take a good look at it tomorrow.” God. Thursday.
“You’re welcome. I’ll be seeing you soon, little one.”
Elaine felt a rush of blood as she typed, “I know I’ve said it before, but I really can’t wait.”
“Me either.” He typed a smile. “Good night, Elaine.”
“Good night, Sir.”
Clicking off the computer, Elaine sat dazed in her chair, finally catching her breath. After a minute or so, she picked up the nipple clamps from beside the computer. Wicked little things, she thought, glancing down at the twin peaks in her angora sweater. She didn’t need to see her nipples to know they were hard and very sensitive.
Shaking her head, she climbed to her feet and gingerly walked over to the wardrobe. “Oh,” she said under her breath, surprised by the delicious sensations of the wool caressing her swaying breasts.
As she hid the clamps away, Elaine stared longingly at her vibe and dildo before backing out of the wardrobe.
I can make it, she convinced herself, gritting her teeth as she stood and readied herself for bed.
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My God. It’s Friday TOMORROW.
Elaine’s body tingled as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, plucking a few stray eyebrows and fixing her hair with some of Kendra’s hairspray. After brushing her teeth, she joined her roommates for coffee before she headed to work.
“Good morning!” Elaine said cheerfully as she entered the kitchen. She was a bit surprised they were both up. Kendra had a mouthful of toast so she waved as she chewed and smiled.
Chelsea greeted her. “Morning, Elaine. You sound chipper.”
“Um, I slept well.” Inwardly Elaine shook her head. Sometimes it’s too easy to lie, she thought, remembering how she’d tossed and turned for an hour before sleep claimed her. She changed the subject while helping herself to the already made coffee. “How did work go? Did you get lucky?”
“Pfft. No. The manager is gay. Can you believe it?”
Elaine glanced at Kendra who shrugged. Elaine wasn’t sure what to say, so she said what every frustrated young woman says. “Why is it that all the good ones are either gay or married?”
Kendra chuckled.
Chelsea shook her head ruefully as she nursed her cup. “A whole bunch of us went drinking for a couple of hours and he and I flirted until we left. He dropped the bombshell on the drive home. ‘I just want to be friends,’ he said. And when I put on my sexiest voice and told him ‘I didn’t just want to be friends’, he told me he was gay!”
Elaine chuckled. “A male friend, eh? Preposterous!”
“Oh, stop it. I have male friends. Well, more like ex-lovers but they keep sniffing at my back door.”
Kendra coughed then giggled. “At your backdoor?” she repeated, collapsing in laughter.
Elaine almost spilt the milk she was pouring as she joined in nervously. She was pretty sure they were talking about assholes. Or anal sex or something. In a few of the stories she’d read she’d heard the word ‘backdoor’ used instead of ‘anus’. She’d never heard it said ‘out loud’ like that though. It sounded dirty. Her own backdoor clenched.
“I didn’t mean that!” Chelsea said, smiling. “God, Kendra. You can be so juvenile.”
“As long as they’re not forcing their way in!” Kendra howled.
“Ick,” said Chelsea.
Elaine kept her mouth shut.
“Oh, c’mon. It’s not so bad once you get used to it,” said Kendra.
Chelsea said, “I don’t like it.”
The emphasis Chelsea had put on her comment wasn’t lost on her roommates. They both glanced at her and Elaine smiled when she realised Chelsea was blushing. Elaine felt her own nipples tingling. Damn those clamps, she thought.
With a mischievous smile Kendra said, “Only nasty girls take it up the ass.”
“Then I’m not very nasty,” said Chelsea, rising to her feet. “And I’m going to the library before class. I have some research to do, believe it or not.”
In the ensuing moments as Chelsea got herself together to leave, Elaine sat idly at the table, sipping her brew. She wondered if Chelsea was a little bit submissive. Gary had said, ‘Most submissives blush’. But Chelsea didn’t fit the profile. She got too pissed off when she didn’t get her own way. Elaine smiled to herself at her silly thoughts as Chelsea left for school.
As soon as the front door closed, over the rim of her mug Kendra asked, “What about you?”
“What about me?” Elaine responded, broken from her reverie.
“Are you a nasty girl?”
“Huh?”
“Are you a nasty girl? Do you take it up the ass?” Kendra was grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“Kendra!”
“Well?” she asked, with mock indignity.
“Even if I did, as if I’d tell you!” Elaine unnervingly she felt like she was thirteen again.
After a brief moment of silence, Kendra seemed to change tack. “I used to play with both… you know, holes. That’s how I knew. That ‘filled’ feeling was just like, Mmmmmm.”
Elaine shook her head, trying to dislodge thoughts of the very same feeling. Her face felt hot and her temples were pounding. She didn’t want to lie, yet she didn’t want to prolong the conversation more than necessary. She knew Kendra was toying with her. “I’d rather not have this conversation,” Elaine said, rising to her feet and heading to the sink.
“Ah, so you DO take it up the ass.”
Elaine rinsed her cup and dried her hands. She would have actually liked a sensible conversation on the topic. “Do you have to be so vulgar?”
“Girl,” said Kendra with a dismissive chuckle, “By the size of your man’s package, ‘me being vulgar’ is the least of your worries.”
Elaine held on to the edge of the sink as a wave of light-headedness washed over her. When she looked up, Kendra smirked at her, which did nothing for Elaine’s burning cheeks.
“I’m just trying to be helpful,” Kendra continued. “You have a pretty ass. I wouldn’t be surprised if he wanted to fuck it.”
Elaine’s breathing was coming short and shallow. This wasn’t how she’d imagined a conversation concerning anal sex would go. She wanted to run from the room! She needed courage. She might not get a better chance to ask! The thought of her BDSM checklist, of how she had informed Gary that she wanted to try anal, kept her riveted to the floor. She tried to ignore Kendra’s graphic comment, forlornly hoping for a pearl of wisdom. Swallowing her embarrassment, she asked, “Wh… What should I do?”
“Get a butt plug that’s comparable to his cock.”
“I…” Elaine almost blurted out that she had one. Then she paled at the memory of what she had seen outlined in Gary’s jeans. Oh God! she thought. And Kendra had seen the discarded packaging of Elaine’s sex toys in her backpack last week. Maybe she KNEW Elaine’s plug was too small to adequately prepare her for Gary’s size. How embarrassing! “I… I’ve gotta go.”
“Okay,” Kendra said with a wink. “I’m going for a shower.”
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Elaine’s morning at work was dominated by thoughts of being tied down and gagged while Gary forced his enormous cock painfully up her ass. Thankfully she reminded herself that he’d promised not to tie her up unless she begged him. Fleetingly she wondered if it would be easier if she were restrained. She hoped he was planning to be gentle.
Work went slowly, but was finally done. Then she caught the wrong bus. Incorrect by one number, the bus veered away from the mall, instead heading back toward the school. Cursing under her breath, she quickly got off the wayward bus. Whether it was fate, or just a bizarre result of a simple mistake, when Elaine looked around to decide whether to head back to the mall on foot, she found she was standing in front of the Adult Emporium sex shop.
This is just too weird, she thought to herself as she took a deep breath and pushed open the door. Almost like I did it on purpose…
The gaudily dressed woman in her fifties was still there, nonchalantly doing her nails behind the front counter. She looked up from her task as Elaine approached, her face breaking into a wide smile. “Ah,” she said. “Repeat customers. That’s what I like.” She winked and Elaine blushed hotly. She was grateful the woman was so nice. “How can I help you this time, dear?”
Elaine couldn’t believe the words she was holding back, right on the tip of her tongue. But there was no way around it. She had to ask for what she wanted. “I need… I mean, I have to get a larger butt plug.”
“Okay, let’s take a look at what we have,” said the kindly older woman as if it were a request she’d heard a million times.
“Um, thanks.”
Elaine was led to the toy counter and aided in her selection by the woman’s helpful advice. Turning over a one inch wide flesh-toned butt plug in her hands as the woman spouted its virtues was surreal. It was twice as thick as the one she had, and at least an inch longer. She thought if she could manage it without too much trouble, she might be able to take Gary.
“Just take your time. Your ass is quite elastic and should handle that okay, as long as it isn’t forced. Taking ten or so minutes wouldn’t be unusual, even after practicing with the smaller one.”
Elaine nodded. “Okay.”
“Is there anything else I can help you with?”
“I um, I don’t think so.”
“Maybe I can interest you in these,” she said, moving down to the next counter. It was the BDSM one. Taking a pair of anklets from under the glass bench top, she laid them over Elaine’s hands. They tinkled sweetly. “Slave bells,” she said, smiling.
“Slave bells?”
The woman nodded. “Don’t ask me, love. I just sell the stuff.” She winked.
They were pretty. Elaine agreed to the added purchase and the two women made their way back to the front counter. On a whim Elaine wondered if the store had any lingerie. Maybe she could save a trip to the mall. “Do you have anything like um, appropriate to wear for bed?”
“We only have fetish wear, honey. Rubber and vinyl stuff, nurse’s uniforms, that kind of thing. What were you looking for?”
“I don’t know. Something sexy?”
“You better ask him.”
“Who?”
“Your man. Only he knows what turns him on. Buying for yourself is fun, but it’s not really for yourself, is it?”
“No.”
“Then you should ask first before you buy.”
“That’s good advice. Thanks.”
“Welcome. That comes to seventeen twenty including tax.”
“Oh, yes. Sorry.”
Elaine stepped out into the sun and shielded her eyes while they adjusted. Her purchases were safely tucked away in her backpack, this time without the packaging. She was NOT going to be caught out again. She smiled. Good advice was hard to come by, and hearing the woman tell her she should ask Gary had struck a definite chord.
As soon as the old woman had said it, Elaine knew she was right. She just KNEW it. And she couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of it herself. She might have wasted a whole bunch of money on something Gary might not have liked. Not to mention an hour or so of time.
Elaine hid her giggle behind her hand as she strode across the quadrangle and started up the stairs to her apartment. Rather than simply being ‘constructive’, Elaine thought the larger plug was about ‘harm minimisation’. For some reason she found the idea quite funny. She wasn’t sure when she’d get the chance to try it, but she was quite anxious to see how it went. At least Gary would approve.
It will be okay as long as I don’t masturbate as well, she thought. Her clit tightened, sending an intrepid tingle ricocheting around her body. For a moment she stopped and held the railing on the stairs, catching her breath. Her bubbling desires had been quietly biding their time, hidden at the back of her mind while she took care of her responsibilities. Suddenly she realised she had to change her underwear.
She was glad she hadn’t gone lingerie shopping. At least now she had a chance to get out of her work clothes.
She gulped as she turned the key.
A wave of relief washed over Elaine when she realised she was the only one home. Sometimes it was nice to face the silence of an empty apartment. Hurrying to her room, she changed into her comfortable jeans, and a long sleeved t-shirt over a tank. Her bra had driven her mad all morning and she decided to forgo it. Being braless was much more comfortable. Besides, the idea was strangely erotic, bringing memories of her outrageous behaviour of a week ago.
Getting her mind on the job, she booted up and logged on, emailing Gary to ask for guidance on what he would like to see her in. Amazingly he wrote back before she’d logged off. ‘Tanga-style bikini! Opaque! Lace! Black like a cloud!’
Jesus, Elaine thought. She wasn’t even sure what ‘Tanga-style’ was! I’ll have to look it up. She smiled at Gary’s enthusiasm.
She was about to open Messenger to see if he was online when another mail arrived. It said, ‘Okay, back to work. I’ll see you tonight. Thanks for the visual!‘
Elaine giggled. She replied with a wink then shut down the machine. Getting up, she looked around her room then down at her backpack. Looking at her watch, she had a wicked thought.
What’s a good way to waste a half-hour before I have to go to class?
Chapter 21
Elaine trotted to the bathroom, her anxiety mounting. Quickly she used the toilet, cleaned thoroughly and washed her hands and her new plug. Her excitement was evident in the reflection above the sink. Her nipples were so hard. She couldn’t believe she was going to do this now. Looking at her watch, Elaine noted she was down to twenty-five minutes. She had second thoughts.
Maybe I shouldn’t do this… What if someone comes home?
She sighed and dried everything off. In two minds, she trudged from the bathroom back to her bedroom. Passing the front door, she stopped for a moment, staring at the lock.
Should I? God. Do I have the nerve?
She bit her lip and reached up to engage the double lock. Click!
I’ll say I didn’t realise I’d done it. It was a lame excuse, but it’d work. With a huge smile, she laughed out loud and bounded to her bedroom.
I must be nuts!
Stripping off her jeans, she laid them carefully on the floor so they’d be quick and easy to put back on. After grabbing a damp towel from her Laundry Basket and keeping it handy, she lubed the toy while getting to her knees on the floor. The first time she’d tried it this way had been successful, so the thought of doing it differently hadn’t occurred to her. The idea of beginning with the smaller plug had, but after glancing at the clock she discarded it due to the lack of time.
If I can’t manage the larger one, I’ll start with the smaller one next time, she decided, thinking it was a good back-up plan. She hoped she didn’t need a next time. She didn’t know if there’d be a next time before Friday night. That’s why she was there. She really wanted to be ready. She needed to try this. She needed to know.
She spread her knees widely and bowed her back, resting her upper body on her bed. It was the perfect height. She smeared a generous dollop of cool lube all over her puckered ass and, wasting no time, gasped as she sawed one and then two fingers in and out of the grasping heated flesh.
Relax, relax, relax, she kept saying to herself, fucking her fingers slowly. She moaned softly as she twisted them back and forth. Her tummy was fluttering and her nipples were like flint. Gathering more lube, she pushed it inside herself and all around, hoping it would help with her ‘chore’. That’s how she was defining what she was doing. It was something she had to do to prepare herself for Gary. She wasn’t playing. She was doing a chore. She looked at the plug in her hand.
And it’s NOT going to be easy!
When she was done lubing her butt, she took the toy in her soiled hand and reached behind herself. Centring the tip of it in the middle of her anus, she gently pressed on it, slowly wedging her ass open. It didn’t feel comfortable and she backed off, adjusting her knees wider and arching her back to its maximum. She swallowed.
I can do this…
Resting her forehead on the back of her bent free arm and trying to breathe normally, she pushed on the plug again, even slower this time. Gradually she opened, further and further until the muscle decided it had had enough and wanted to close. She whined with the discomfort and slid it out.
Her chest was heaving.
Slow down. Slow down. Breathe. Relax.
Once more she began as sparkles of perspiration broke out on her back. She had to admit it felt kind of good at the beginning. Then as more of the plug entered, she seemed to run up against a brick wall.
Like now.
Gritting her teeth, she pressed a little harder and the wide plug slid a sudden, breathtaking half-inch.
‘Ahhhh!’ Elaine cried out, more loudly than she’d intended. Her body shuddered as she quickly withdrew the half-embedded plug. Pursing her lips and blowing hard, she willed away the shot of pain that had stabbed into her. Once she’d calmed, she held her breath and listened for anyone beating on the front door.
Nothing.
She could try again.
Dammit. What did that lady say? ‘Bear down like you’re doing a number two’. I’ll… I’ll try that…
I can do this… I can do it…
Elaine was surprised that her pussy wasn’t wet. Nothing. Not even warm. Maybe it’s mind over matter, she wondered. It was strange, as her nipples were as hard as diamonds. She’d been consumed with the desire to please Gary. She wanted to be good and she’d promised not to play. Now that she was thinking about it, her pussy awoke. Tingles of heat radiated over her sex, shooting down the back of her legs, then back up over her ass and up her spine.
Elaine reasoned that it was easier last time, not because the plug was so much smaller, but because she’d distracted herself by playing with her clit. As if it agreed entirely, her clit pulsed, shooting out more tingles of pleasure. It’ll be all right, she assured herself, reaching between her legs with her licked index finger. Gary would understand.
It’s only to make it easier.
“Mmmmmm,” Elaine groaned as she manipulated the bud in small, liquid circles. Positioning the butt plug again and gritting her teeth, she decided it was now or never. She fucked it into herself, small strokes, deeper and deeper.
Now, all I have to do is bear down…
“Oooooh…” she hissed, reaching the widest part.
And…
“AaaaaahhhhHHHH!!!” Elaine screamed, biting down on the blanket. As soon as the toy slid in and locked, her ass tightened down like crazy!
Oooh! Oh. Oh, fuck. Dammit! The curses rolled around her head as she groaned in discomfort, her skewered behind waving in the air. She’d stopped the gentle caresses on her clit. Quickly resuming them, the pain rapidly retreated and her ass began a slow grinding motion against her fingertips. Her pussy certainly wasn’t asleep now. She reached lower and could feel how hot and wet she’d become.
C’mon. Relax. Relax…
Breathe. It’ll be okay. Just wait…
“Mmmmm,” she whimpered, wet fingers entering her mouth. Sucking softly, comfortingly, she closed her eyes.
Bear down… Bear down…
It had taken a couple of minutes to will the muscles to relax again. Once she’d managed it, another minute passed before Elaine gingerly lifted her head. The fullness was incredible. It didn’t hurt at all. In another minute there was no pain even when she tightened on purpose.
It better be easier next time, she thought, shaking her head.
Ever so slowly, she eased back, raising her body while keeping her hips at the same angle until her ass cheeks rested on the back of her heels. She found herself kneeling with her legs widely spread, back arched impossibly. Resting her hands on her thighs, she realised she’d done it.
She glanced at the clock.
Her eyes closed again and she smiled, breathing evenly.
Five more minutes. That’s all. Just five more minutes.
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Thankfully taking the butt plug out hadn’t been as hard as putting it in. It wasn’t like being turned inside out or anything, but Elaine thought it was pretty close. Her eyes had watered and it completely took her breath away. Still, in just a few minutes she was cleaned up and ready for school. Mission accomplished!
The smile she wore stayed with her most of the day, but the unnerving feeling that her ass was wide open took a couple of classes to wane. Of course, she knew it wasn’t, and she was able to stop herself from finding an empty cubicle in the toilets and checking, just to make sure.
Her tender butt wasn’t the only thing distracting her. Elaine had printed out her contract before leaving and folded it into one of her textbooks. During the afternoon she’d looked at it a few times, but instead of finding something she didn’t like, all she seemed to do was daydream.
It’s pretty standard, I guess. It’s the symbolism that’s important.
She smiled to herself.
Maybe we really are on the same wavelength, she mused, pen in her mouth and staring out the window. At last the bell sounded, signalling the end of her final lecture of the day. Accounting bored her to tears. She rolled her eyes when she remembered she had ‘a double’ the next day.
She’d slung her backpack over her shoulder and barely stepped into the corridor before her roommates accosted her. It was rare to run into them on campus and she was quite surprised to see them.
“Elaine!” they squealed.
“What are you guys doing here?”
Chelsea answered. Kendra was too busy watching a bunch of pretty girls walk by. “We’re going to the Rat for a few drinks. Come with us!”
Elaine couldn’t think of a good excuse not to go. “Okay, maybe just for one or two.”
“Cool,” said Kendra, rejoining us as we started walking toward the bar. “We can get pizza later. I’m buying.”
With a wink, Elaine asked Chelsea, “Did someone win the lottery or something?”
Chelsea looked at Kendra and asked, “Shall I tell her, or do you want to?”
Kendra grinned. “I got a job.”
“Did you? Cool!” Elaine remembered Kendra saying her parents wanted her to concentrate on college if she insisted on going. Elaine thought it was a good idea for Kendra to start making her own decisions.
“Yes! I’m so psyched. I have to wean myself off my parent’s money. At the moment I feel beholden to them.”
“Well, congratulations,” said Elaine. “It’s a good plan. So where are you working?”
“Chelsea got me a job at the same place she’s at. I start tomorrow night.”
Elaine stopped in her tracks.
Chelsea asked, “What is it?”
“Yeah, what’s wrong?” chimed in Kendra.
“Tomorrow is Friday. I um, I hate to remind you guys, but in an emergency, I might need one of you tomorrow night.”
Chelsea smiled. “I already thought of that. I’ll check with my manager, but I’m sure it’ll be fine to leave if need be. He’s pretty relaxed.”
“I need to know if you are going to be able to get away.”
“I guess I’ll call him then.”
“If you don’t, I can’t go, Chelsea.”
“All right, already. I’ll call him. Jeez, Elaine. Look, I doubt whether you would have agreed to stay for the weekend at the guy’s place without making pretty certain you knew what you were getting into. I mean, what are the odds of things going wrong, anyway?”
Elaine knew Chelsea was right. Everything should be okay. She sighed. “About a hundred to one.”
“See? Now, stop worrying. Everything will be fine.”
“Yeah,” agreed Kendra. “Let’s get that drink.”
“Oh, all right,” said Elaine, failing to mask her disappointment.
Chelsea rolled her eyes and Kendra giggled.
“What?” Elaine whined as the girls slipped their arms through hers and started walking down the hallway.
“You’re just being so careful,” said Chelsea. “It’s adorable.”
Kendra leaned into Elaine and whispered, “You’re nervous about getting boned for the first time, aren’t you?”
Elaine’s jaw dropped. She hadn’t told Kendra she was a virgin, had she? Her mind went blank and she couldn’t remember! A couple of girls walking in the opposite direction giggled. Elaine was sure Kendra hadn’t spoken that loudly. She blushed.
“What are you guys talking about?” asked Chelsea, her heels clicking on the floor.
“I was just saying,” said Kendra with a gleam in her eye. “That Elaine must be wetting herself. Gary is pretty cute.”
At least Chelsea had some sense of decorum. She held her hand in front of her mouth as she quietly joined in. “And he’s hung like a horse.”
Kendra glanced down at Elaine’s chest and chuckled.
“Gimme a break, you guys,” Elaine said, sounding more confident than she felt. She knew her roommates were just teasing and didn’t mean any harm. They seemed to get a charge out of revving her up. As they entered the bar Elaine took a deep breath, determined to give as good as she got.
Chelsea ordered a pitcher of beer and Elaine screwed up her nose. She wasn’t fond of beer. It was too bitter and it always went straight to her head. A bit like champagne.
Oh well, she thought. I’m only staying for a couple.
They made for one of the high circular tables that luckily a couple of guys were vacating. After getting situated, they sat on stools facing each other while Chelsea poured. Around them, fellow students chatted loudly over the piped music. On the low stage in one corner of the large room, a couple of roadies were working without haste, perhaps for a band later on.
“To Elaine,” Chelsea said, holding up her glass and urging Elaine and Kendra to do likewise. “May she slay the one-eyed trouser snake!”
“I’ll drink to that!” cried Kendra gleefully.
“Good Lord,” said Elaine, chuckling and sipping her beer.
“Oh, c’mon,” said Chelsea. “We’re both really pleased for you. And we’ll give you lots of sympathy when you get home on Sunday aching all over.”
“Yeah,” agreed Kendra. “Alllll over.”
Elaine knew Chelsea was commenting on the size of Gary’s dick again. God, is the woman obsessed? She also knew Kendra was referring to her ass. But she couldn’t help joining them in their laughter.
Neither of them knew just how right they might be.
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An hour later Elaine was making her way up the stairs to her apartment. She’d paid for the second pitcher, but decided not to stay and drink it with them. Kendra gave her a twenty to get pizza and Elaine had left them at the Rat on the promise that they’d follow within the hour. She figured it would be two, but that was okay.
She had wanted to get a bit more of her damned Metaphysics essay done, and while she was pleased to be almost halfway through the expected twenty-five pages, she was resigned to taking her books to Gary’s. After working steadily for half an hour, she ordered the pizza and returned to her room, conscientiously continuing her studies. When the pizza guy turned up, and with no sign of the girls, Elaine put the pie on the kitchen table and returned to her room to keep going.
As seven-thirty ticked by, Elaine closed up her essay and stretched. She logged onto the net and clicked open email, ready to write up her daily journal. She had mail from Gary ominously titled, ‘Apologies’. She swallowed nervously as she opened it, her head swimming.
Please don’t cancel! Please don’t cancel!
A huge sigh of relief was coupled with disappointment as she read that Gary would be late that evening. He had a meeting to attend and wouldn’t be home until ten-thirty. He said he’d see her then and was looking forward to it. Elaine sent an acknowledgement, concurring with him. It was okay. She’d be seeing him tomorrow.
Gosh. Tomorrow.
Shaking her head, she composed her journal, blushing fiercely as she typed up a couple of paragraphs outlining her butt plug adventure beginning yesterday with Kendra’s bold suggestion, Elaine’s strange arrival at the adult shop, and her success with her new plug today. Poor Elaine was starting to find it difficult to control her bodily reactions. Writing it all down had rekindled the pleasure she’d felt as she kneeled and relaxed on the floor next to her bed. Doing it was easier than telling Gary about it. But she’d done it. She had to tell him. She hoped he’d be pleased. Closing her journal with a promise that she had completed her ‘chore’ without playing, she sent it off and sat back in her chair. Her body was buzzing. She needed to get changed.
And I need a shower…
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Elaine had preheated the oven only ten minutes before the girls finally stumbled in. She was getting ravenous and had given up waiting for them. She was about to reheat a couple of slices when she had to stop and add the rest of the pie. Her roommates made their noisy arrival with heavy clicking heels and raucous laughter. They were banging into walls and something crashed in the background and she heard Kendra laughing and singing out, ‘It’s okay! It was only a picture of my dog!’ At the same time Chelsea started cackling like a madwoman, asking, ‘You have a picture of your dog?’ Elaine laughed too when Kendra said, ‘Not any more!’
They sounded really trashed and Elaine went to investigate. This could be fun, she thought. “Are you guys up for pizza?” Elaine asked, standing between their opposite and open doors. Both girls were going through their clothes and tossing things on their beds.
“I so need to eat something,” giggled Kendra.
“I know what I’m hungry for,” said Chelsea, waiting for Elaine and Kendra to look before moaning and obscenely sucking her index finger as it plunged in and out of her mouth. Kendra went into fits of drunken laughter as Chelsea made a big gulping sound and in her sexiest voice said, “Ahhhh, that was so good, baby. Can I have some more?”
Elaine couldn’t help but laugh too.
When Chelsea winked at Elaine and went back to what she was doing, she opened her lingerie drawer and began choosing what to wear. The sight reminded Elaine of Gary’s request, and before she knew it, out of her mouth came, “Have you guys heard of Tanga-style panties?”
Chelsea looked up from what she was doing as Kendra yelled out, “Chelsea has some!”
“Really?” Elaine asked, looking back at Chelsea, her eyebrow cocking.
Chelsea laughed. “Kendra is the underwear expert. Haven’t you seen her poring over the Victoria’s Secret site? It’s about the only reason she has a computer!”
Elaine had never seen Kendra’s computer turned on, let alone seen her roommate sitting in front of it. Suddenly over her shoulder she felt Kendra’s presence. Elaine tensed as Kendra’s arms loosely wrapped themselves around her waist from behind and she leaned her chin on Elaine’s shoulder.
“Model them for her,” Kendra said to Chelsea, who was holding up a slip of lacy, diaphanous material between her fingers.
“Okay,” Chelsea laughed, wriggling out of her denim skirt and slipping off her brief bikini knickers without hesitation. “You’ve gotta be careful though, these are pretty flimsy.”
Elaine blinked at Chelsea’s sudden nudity. Well, half-nudity. Bottom half. At least Kendra had let go. She’d slipped her arms from around Elaine’s waist and was gently massaging her shoulders. If she hadn’t been breathing in Elaine’s ear it would have felt quite nice.
Warily Chelsea stepped into the panties and slid them up her calves and thighs, then snapped them into place, making Elaine shake her head. They were gorgeous. They were light pink and see-through between the lace. The sides were wide, creating a kind of sexy, tight ‘micro-shorts’ kind of look.
Kendra said, “Those ones are typical of the cut, mostly the style is low on the hips, wide on the sides, and cut high into the ass, exposing a lot of it.”
Chelsea giggled and did a pirouette, wiggling her ass as it passed by. Elaine heard Kendra breathe, ‘Mmmmm,‘ but she was sure Chelsea hadn’t heard.
In the background the oven timer went off and Elaine was relieved that she could announce that pizza was ready and get the hell out of there. She was starting to feel warm. Everything was driving her mad!
In miniskirts that were practically scandalous, Elaine’s roommates joined her in the kitchen. The three of them settled into some serious pizza munching, and for the time being were each consumed by the need to feed. In between mouthfuls, Elaine gathered that Kendra and Chelsea were going out but weren’t planning to stay out late, as they wanted to make sure they weren’t wrecked for Kendra’s first day at work. They were apparently quite committed to coming home after a couple of hours dancing and to be in bed by midnight. Elaine thought in their half-drunken state that they were being ambitious, but they seemed to sober up a bit by the time the pizza was demolished.
Twenty minutes later Chelsea and Kendra were heading down to meet the taxi they’d called, leaving Elaine all alone in the apartment with an hour and a half to kill before Gary arrived. She would have sold her grandmother to be able to masturbate, but instead she thought of a constructive way to ignore her smouldering sexuality. She decided to visit the BDSM chat room online.
She hadn’t been there in a while, but was sure it hadn’t been more than a week. The idea was a good one and she thought it would help her get in the right frame of mind. Elaine was smiling to herself as she logged on as kurious and entered the chat room. Most of the regulars were there.
“Greetings kurious,” came from ten different directions.
“Huggggggs sis, long time no see,” was the general comment from the subs she knew. Elaine settled in and acknowledged them all individually. Someone asked how she was and when she replied, ‘Dreamy,’ everyone was onto her, asking for details. She couldn’t really tell them much, other than she was very happy, had met MasterServant once for coffee, and was anxiously awaiting their first weekend together.
Various celebrations and congratulations rolled around the room as Elaine looked on somewhat bewildered. She didn’t think she’d really done anything yet. Someone asked her to please come back and tell them all about it as soon as possible. Then others joined in to implore her to please do it, as they’d love to hear her impressions of her first time.
Elaine swallowed and looked at her hands. Her fingers were shaking a little as needles of trepidation raised goose bumps on her arms. She typed that she would surely return and let people know as soon as she could. More celebrations and good luck messages followed. acquiescent entered the room in the middle of it and Elaine smiled. Elaine hadn’t seen Simone since the fateful day she introduced Elaine to Gary. Elaine was glad for the chance to thank her.