Eighty One – Laura's Story Pt. 11

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Three long, slow weeks had passed since Laura had agreed to accompany Amelia to her monthly meeting. Despite considering various scenario’s she was still none the wiser of what would be expected of her–and she didn’t mind in the least.

“She’s going to be here before you’re ready if you don’t hurry up,” Andrew told her, “then you’ll be in trouble.”

Having left a lot longer than usual to prepare herself Laura had no idea where the time had gone. When Amelia called she’d left no specific instructions of dress code or make-up requirements, just a blanket ‘make yourself beautiful: we need you to make a good impression.’ She would have preferred to be told how to dress and present herself and not just because it would be the easy option.

“There, what do you think?” She asked, giving a quick twirl. “Is the dress too formal or too long?” Without waiting for an answer the next anxious question hit him. “Do you think it’s too revealing?”

“Stop panicking, you look fantastic, as always. And anyway, how would I know how a lesbian submissive is supposed to dress for her mistress.” Laura had learned to ignore his constant teasing.

She looked over her shoulder at her reflection in the full length mirror. “Are my seams straight?”

“Straighter than you.” He gave the usual laugh which followed one of his own jokes.

“Very funny. You’ll be laughing on the other side of your face if I manage to get one of the bits, which you lost, Mr Smarty.”

“I hope you do. Graham hasn’t made his next move yet, I think he’s drawing the game out.”

“Yes, and I think I know why,” Laura said, but she wasn’t complaining, he could take all the time he wanted.

As Andrew went to the window to look for Amelia’s car he suddenly turned, a thought had sprung to mind. “Have you got anything on under there?”

“Of course not, don’t be stupid.”

“Just checking, Colonel Mason’s rules still apply you know.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head as though he were stating the obvious. “She’s here, you ready?”

She made one last adjustment to her hair before rushing downstairs.

By the time Laura had once again carried out last minute checks in the hall mirror and opened the front door Amelia was standing by the car waiting for her. As Laura approached the door was opened for her. “My my, don’t you look beautiful.” Amelia said, before giving her a kiss on both cheeks.

The whispered “thank you ma’am,” amused Amelia.

“How are you feeling?” Amelia asked, once Laura was seated comfortably.

“Apprehensive.” Laura said. Amelia’s reply of ‘probably best’ did nothing to put her mind at rest.

She must do all right in the financial world, Laura speculated, a top of the range BMW doesn’t come cheap. After some mundane small talk Laura’s curiosity got the better of her and she had to ask. “Can I know where we’re going?”

“Of course. One of the big hotels in the city. We usually have our monthly get together there unless it’s at a members private house. The manager’s very discrete and sympathetic to our tastes. Well she would be wouldn’t she, if you know what I mean.” Laura thought that she did.

“And what happens at the get together, I mean what will I have to do?”

“That couldn’t be simpler, whatever I tell you to, silly.”

Not a lot more was said for the rest of the short journey, both women were contemplating their own expectations of the evening ahead. Laura stole subtle glances while Amelia concentrated on the road. Her make up looked immaculate, heavy but not in a whorish way. Seeing the deep red lips took Laura’s mind back to that night at the restaurant, both a lifetime ago and just yesterday. Her hair was looser than that night, almost informal, twisted into a casual French bun high on her head, adding to her height and endorsing her authority. The dark band of her stocking top was just visible through the high split in the centre of her dress. The swishing sound of nylon on nylon leapt from her memory banks leading onto thoughts of Laura taking the role of ‘the woman at the restaurant’. How many times had Laura imagined herself in her place, happily bowing down to Amelia’s wishes?

Amelia drove round the back of the hotel and down a concrete ramp to an underground parking area. Before they left the car Laura shared her concerns regarding the possible consequences of publicly exposing her so far private inclinations. All of the ladies are thoroughly vetted Amelia assured her and they hold enough compromising material on all of them to ensure their discretion. “Don’t worry, we’ll add your compromising material as soon as we can,” she teased.

Punching a code into the keypad opened the door to the top floor suite. The spacious lobby looked busy. Laura followed Amelia over to a table where people appeared to be signing in. “Evening Melanie, this is Laura, she’s offered her services for the evening.” Without acknowledging her directly the lady looked Laura up and down before turning back to Amelia.

“Good choice, she looks very suitable, where did you find her?”

“Referral from Graham Weston,” she looked at Laura, smiling, “I owe him one.”

“Full name, and sign the last column,” the lady said, turning the book toward Laura and placing a pen on the page. Again no please, thank you or smile, Laura’s low status was being made quite obvious.

A small group of women joined them. The two who didn’t speak signed the book just as Laura had, the other three chatted like old friends. Laura thought she recognized one of the ladies signing the book. “Come on,” said Amelia guiding her into the next room where quite a crowd had gathered. At the first opportunity Laura quietly asked about the woman.

“Was that Celia Dixon, the Marketing director?”

“Yes it was, do you know her?” Amelia whispered.

“No, not know her exactly. I’ve met her when we did some work for one of her clients.” Laura paused, unsure of how far she could go. “Is she…you know…one of your ladies?” Amelia laughed at her caution.

“Not one of mine exactly but one of the group’s yes. I spotted her ‘needs’ straight away when I worked for her a long while ago. She’s been a real asset to our little group. Did she recognize you?”

“No, well I wouldn’t expect her to. I don’t get photographed at all the right functions and business meetings like she does.”

“Or at the wrong ones like this.” Amelia’s quip helped put Laura at ease.

They stood and chatted for a few minutes. Laura, desperate to find out as much as she could, hurled question after question at Amelia. “She didn’t seem very friendly, the woman on the desk,” Laura said, “she didn’t even acknowledge me.”

“Of course not, you’re here as a submissive, the lowest of the low. You see the waitress’s passing around the drinks?” Laura looked around. Three young girls in black knee length skirts and white blouses circulated amongst the assembled guests. “They’re trusted hotel staff and can be relied on to be discrete. They’re not belittled or humiliated, far from it, watch people thank them for their drink and ask how they are. No, it’s the subs who get that treatment, and that’s what they want and expect. Having these straight young girls witness their treatment is so mortifying for someone like Celia Dixon, and that humiliation is what she craves, but don’t be jealous, you might get lucky.”

“OK, Ladies,” the noise level dropped as the woman who organised the signing in made her announcement. “I think we’re all here, so if you’d like to send your companions through they can prepare themselves.” Laura looked to Amelia for an explanation.

“That’s you. Go through with the others,” she said gesturing toward a side door, “just do as you’re told and you’ll be fine, go on.”

With some trepidation Laura followed the other women into what turned out to be one of the suite’s bedrooms. With a quick scan of the room Laura counted seven more in her position.

An elderly woman followed them in and closed the door behind her. “OK ladies you know the routine, and use the bathroom if you need to, it might be your last chance for a while.” The true meaning of the instruction meant little to Laura who looked around, ready to take her cue from the others.

As she suspected they would, the ladies started to undress. She watched as they stepped out of their dresses with no hint of embarrassment. Perhaps they had done it so many times before it had become second nature. She watched Celia Dixon as she sat on the bed rolling the dark stockings down her long legs and carefully easing them from her feet. Before placing them on her neat pile of clothes she folded them over and over, then stepped back into her heels. With no sign of awkwardness she reached behind and undid the clasp before removing her bra allowing her ample breasts to swing free. As she stood and made her way to the bathroom Laura noticed her lack of underwear and the large puffy lips, clearly visible and subtly parting as she moved. Even in such a bizarre situation the woman moved with a self confident elegance to be envied.

“Come on, that applies to you as well,” the older woman said as she made her way over to Laura. “Getting naked removes everyday life from your body and mind,” she said, “beside giving us something nice to look at of course.”

“Oh, yes, sorry.” Laura stammered, and began to undress. To lay her clothes in a neat pile on a chest of drawers didn’t take long, she wasn’t wearing a lot. She was sorry to have to take off her stockings, she loved the feel of them, but at least she got to keep her heels which augmented her shapely legs. As she stood waiting for the others to finish undressing or to return from the bathroom, a multitude of thoughts raced through her mind. Presumably they would be paraded before the women in the other room, but then what would be expected of them? The now familiar buzz had already started.

“Everybody ready?” The woman asked whilst looking around the room. Nobody indicated otherwise. She then opened the door. “Please collect your toys ladies,” she announced to those waiting, “and choose a collar from the box.”