Eighty One – Laura's Story Pt. 11

“I suppose so, yes,” she answered, barely above a whisper.

Still watching Abbie and without turning toward Laura she smiled as she said, “Laura, take off your dress. Now we can see how obedient she really is,” she whispered in Abbie’s ear.

“I really think I should go.” Abbie said making for the door.

“No don’t, she’d like you to stay and watch.” She turned her head, “wouldn’t you Laura?”

“Y…Yes, whatever you want.” She knew that resistance would be futile.

“Please, take a seat here Abbie while we wait for Laura to do as she’s told.” Abbie sat down and her mouth gaped open in disbelief. Hearing the stories about what they had got up to was far different from seeing it played out before her. The three looked at each other, nobody moved. Giving in to the inevitable Laura reached behind her back and slid down the zip letting the dress drop to the ground. Abbie let out a slight gasp. “Oh no, that’s normal, she’s not allowed panties.” Amelia walked over to her. “Nice garter belt, where did you get that?”

“I don’t know, it was a present from Andrew.”

“Good choice. I must remember to ask him. See men do have some uses. Spread your legs a little further, hands behind your back.” Laura complied. “There you are Abbie, it’s all true. What do you think?” There was no reply. “Turn around slowly, let Abbie see what a wonderful body you have.” She took a deep breath and slowly turned, careful to avoid eye contact with Abbie as she went. The embarrassment knotted her stomach and she felt the heat of her blush rise but she was determined to do as she was told. “Go and lean back on the desk keeping your legs spread.”

Amelia waited. “See how good she is Abbie. People don’t believe that some women enjoy being told to do things like this but Laura does, as you can see. The kinkier it is and the more shameful it is, the more she likes it. Isn’t that true Laura?” There was no reply. “Laura, tell Abbie that you like being made to do dirty shameful things to your body.” She waited for Laura to comply.

“Yes. Yes it’s true.” She looked Amelia in the eye in a pointless show of bravado.

“You can start now,” Amelia said.

“Start what?” Laura asked, knowing full well what she meant. Amelia turned to Abbie.

“Do you masturbate Abbie?” The unexpected question shocked her.

“That’s non of your business,” she snapped out the reply but her blushing let the guilt show through.

“Yes I thought so. Laura does too, she loves it. You’d like to see wouldn’t you?”

“No. I don’t want to see. And you have no right making her do these things.”

“No? Perhaps you’d like her to please you instead. Does your boyfriend do that for you? Laura’s very good with her tongue. Which would you like?” Laura closed her eyes, as the shame washed over her and her excitement grew.

“I’m not gay!” Abbie shrieked, “I’m not into women.”

“Very well, masturbate it is then.” She turned to Laura. “Come on, get going, and make it sexy.”

“What! I can’t. Not here, now.” Abbie jumped to her rescue.

“You can’t make her do that now, you just can’t.”

“It’s okay Abbie, I’ll do it.” Laura told her, as she tried to calm her. “It’s okay, really.” Tentatively she lowered her hand and rubbed her fingers along her moist lips.

“You see Abbie when she’s a good girl she gets rewarded. But I think the obedience is just an excuse for her, it justifies her wanton behaviour and provides an outlet for her secret desires. She wants to give others sexual pleasure as much as she enjoys her own.” Laura continued to stroke between her legs, concentrating on the swollen nub. Amelia continued speaking to Abbie. “She takes a pride in obeying, in having the willpower to carry out these disgraceful tasks–see for yourself.”

It was all true and, as she stood there in her own office Laura realised how low she had fallen. Arousal had once again taken control of her logical thought, made evident by the copious flow of juices and audible moans. Despite the pleasure, she felt like crawling away to hide her shame. As she felt the inevitable end approach, Amelia spoke. “Stop.” Desperate for completion, Laura pretended not to hear. “I said stop, now.” The raised voice had the desired effect and Laura reluctantly complied. An unexpected anger rose within her. Getting so close then being denied seemed worse to her than having them watch her orgasm. She felt more used and it increased her humiliation, but she was grateful for it. She wouldn’t have to suffer the guilt and regret which inevitably followed an intense climax, she could let the tension build until she satisfied herself later. Amelia saw the anger in Laura’s eyes.

“Thank you Abbie, I’ll take it from here.” She stood and opened the door, dismissing Abbie once she had served her purpose. Turning from the door Amelia moved quickly to stop Laura getting dressed. “I didn’t say you could dress.” She tore the dress from Laura’s grip and threw it to the floor.

“You had no right to come here making me do that, no right at all.” Laura began to sob.

“I have every right, and you know it.” Amelia remained calm.

Laura reached down for her dress and between sobs she continued to shout.

“I’m finished with all this, and I don’t care about the stupid bloody game. I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life.” Amelia grabbed her, pushing her back against the desk. “Get away from me Amelia, I mean it…”

“Shh…Shh…” Amelia tried to calm her.

Between sobs Laura finally managed to speak. “Don’t… don’t you ever…do that…to me again.”

“We’ll see, shush now.” Laura felt Amelia’s fingers slide down her still heaving tummy before roughly forcing their way between her legs. Laura continued to struggle and protest.

“No…don’t…please.” The anger had subsided and she felt the arousal return. Amelia continued to thrust her fingers into the slippery opening.

“Tell me you loved being treated like that.” She looked into Laura’s teary eyes.

“I didn’t. Please don’t…ahh…” Laura was lost. Amelia’s continued efforts caused the sensations to build.

“Admit you loved it. Tell me you want me to carry on.”

“Please…please carry on. Ohh…y…yes.” She was getting close again. Amelia relaxed her efforts.

“You like pleasing me don’t you Laura.”

“Yes…” the breathless reply could barely be heard.

“And you want to continue pleasing me don’t you.”

“Yes…oh yes…” her sobbing continued.

“And now you’d like me to make you come wouldn’t you.” Amelia smiled in triumph.

“Yes please.” She begged between the sobs.

Amelia withdrew her hand and released Laura. “I don’t think so, not now, you don’t deserve it.” Her voice was cold and matter of fact. “Perhaps next time you’ll be better behaved and show me a little more respect.” She made her way to the door and quietly left.

Laura slipped to the floor, her dress gripped tightly around her, overcome with a fresh fit of sobbing. Her lust remained unsatisfied, her body ached and she despised herself for giving in so easily. But most of all she hated to admit that Amelia was right, she did want to continue.

37

“And she made Abbie watch?” Andrew asked after Laura had relayed the whole story. She said that she didn’t know if made was the right word, Abbie seemed more than keen to stay. Oh yes, she put up a bit of a show about leaving but it was half hearted at best. She could have walked out at any time. She told him that the whole episode had brought home to her the depth of her obligation to see this thing through. Even worse though, she had shouted at Amelia and swore that she was finished with the whole thing.

“And are you?” he asked.

“Of course not, it was just heat of the moment stuff–and the embarrassment.” Andrew breathed a sigh of relief.

“So how was Amelia when she left, she’s probably not used to being shouted at, or happy about people refusing her.”

“She just said that next time I should show a little more respect.”

“Quite right too, just what I’m always telling you.”

As they talked it through Laura realised how foolish she had been. The treatment had turned her on, not at the time maybe, but now, the thought of it happening again made her hot. She also had to admit that she had developed a real passion for the lesbian encounters. There was a time when even the thought of doing some of the things she’d done recently would have filled her with revulsion. But recently they had moved beyond intriguing and into appealing.

“And how are you doing with all of this?” she asked. “I don’t want you to feel that you’re being left out.”

“Left out?” he grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap. “Laura, You know how much you mean to me and you always have. What’s changed now is that I think about you all the time. I love imagining what’s going to happen to you. I love it when I know you’re being used in some degrading way, and I love it afterwards when you get all embarrassed telling me about it. Hell Laura, I’m finding it hard to concentrate at work. That’s how ‘left out’ I am.”

“But do you think less of me, you know, for wanting it, and even liking being treated like this?”

“Being at the beck and call of Graham Weston like you are is the bravest thing I have ever seen you do. I don’t think you appreciate what a strong person you have to be to keep going along with these tests. I couldn’t do it, I’d have wimped out ages ago.”

“Well I don’t feel very brave,” then she teasingly added, “but I’m glad my debasement turns you on so much.”

“Oh it does, and as soon as you finish in the shower I’ll demonstrate.” She grabbed her pillow and hit him.

“Hey, watch the laptop, I’m studying the game, deciding the next move.”

“Hey, you need to look at this,” Andrew told her as she returned to the bedroom. “Graham is online and playing the game live, and I think we’ve got him.”

“Are you serious?” Laura flopped down onto the bed so that she could see the screen. He turned it toward her and pointed out the key pieces.

“Look here. I think we can win if we can get rid of that knight.” He pointed it out on the screen.

“You know I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about don’t you.”

“That doesn’t matter, you just need to make the decision. Look, if we move our queen to there he can take it but if he does we will move this rook to here and…checkmate, we win.”