Laura - Part 1…

Nov the 12th 2004 The tanks of tropical fish graced one wall of the large room, immediately putting one at ease. The high ceilings caused the noises from outside the French windows to be magnified, pulling birdsong in from the outdoor. The decor threw me for a moment; so subtle was the opulence of this place. I found the wonder of crystal and marble so relaxed in this room amid comfortable deep leather furniture and strong coloured silk tapestries. The light shone in from the large private treed lot outside the windows, giving the entire atmosphere an elegant yet easy appeal. I could well understand how my friend Ethan wanted me to experience it with him. I sat down in one of the deep leather chairs and relaxed in the luxury for a moment. Ethan would be along any moment. He was to meet me here this afternoon and we were going to meet his friend Laura. He'd been telling me about Laura for a while now and I'd finally get to meet her and watch her in action. Ethan had cleared it with her so that I could include her work in my study. She apparently immediately understood the necessity of my study and quickly said yes. Ethan had been delighted to bring us together. He said we'd have a great deal in common. I was there to watch. I wanted to observe her. Ethan came striding in with a beautiful petite brunette on his arm I assumed was Laura. He introduced us and she gave me a very intimate kiss on the mouth, her tongue slipping along my bottom lip, which got me immediately wet. She asked if I'd had any trouble finding the place and was my room sufficient. She had made lovely arrangements for our stay and even put Ethan and I in together, knowing our common passion for lusty unattached sex. She laughed and called us raw animals while Ethan grinned. I saw that he had an erection, obviously moved by the topic of conversation. Laura came over to me, reached up under my short leather skirt and pushed a finger inside me. She seemed delighted at finding me so wet and put the finger to her lips, licking me off of her hand. When she was finished, she bent over, ran her tongue along my slit, tickled my clit for a moment and then stood, smoothing her robe, readying herself for what Ethan had brought me to see. I pulled her head to me and licked my scent from her lips, kissing her deeply as only a woman could. I absolutely loved this adventure he'd set up. Laura pushed a button on the wall opposite the windows and the shutters closed, plunging us into near-darkness. The panels of the wall opened, revealing another room beyond, not large, but not a small space. No windows intruded on the pale red of the lighting in the area. The interior of the room was done in a fieldstone, authentic and intense in the space. In the center sat a heavy oak altar of sorts. It was narrow and above it hung two ankle loops to keep the legs out of the way. The end dropped off to allow better access to whoever might occupy the altar. At the head end, a ring protruded from it, to fasten the wrist cord. I understood immediately what Laura was into and I looked forward to the debauchery clearly promised. It had been a long time since I'd seen a good "gothic" demonstration. As I sat pondering the scenario, a soft music began in the background, subtlety seeping into the atmosphere. A haunting foggy refrain. I felt myself swept away with the details. Laura had done a wonderful job building the "set" so to speak. She clapped her hands and two cloaked and hooded attendants brought a woman in. The woman, naked but for a gauzy draping, appeared frightened. Her eyes showed a fear, but her body accepted the direction of the attendants and she was laid upon the oak slab. Her wrists were bound with softest satin and then bound to the ring at the head of the slab. Laura moved the gauze aside, pulling it sensuously along the woman's skin. Her eyes darted about, her mouth sighed as though the gauze thrust her skin into orgasm. Her legs parted slightly as though her clit grew large. Laura nodded to the attendants who each saw to binding the woman's ankles to the suspended loops, pulling the loops themselves, wide apart. The woman's legs parted wide and Laura leaned over and tasted her as she had me. Licking her lips, it appeared she approved of the way the woman had been prepared. Laura had one of the servants pour us all a cognac and she spoke in soft tones with Ethan and I as the woman lay bound on the oaken altar, bathed in red light and awaiting her fate. Laura had good timing, her new toy growing more anxious with each passing moment. She continued our conversation, while completely ignoring the woman behind her. The woman looked around, couldn't really make us out clearly, but knew there were people with her. She wasn't drugged or under any influence. Laura had a hypnotic effect on her, it seemed. Finally Laura put her snifter down and moved to stand beside the woman. She looked down into the woman's face and smiled, showing the woman a fleeting glance at a Laura who wouldn't surface again until later in the evening. The woman's eyes showed the fear she felt, stretched out naked on an altar like platform, her wrists bound and her legs opened and suspended above her. Laura took hold of a syringe from a pocket in her gown and stood between the woman's legs. The woman groaned and seemed to give up, as though fighting it were futile. Laura unhooked the shoulders of her gown and dropped it, standing regally in absolutely nothing but a copper armband. Her vulva was shaved bare and her clit pierced, the jewelry hanging down slightly, between her legs. She looked like an ancient warrior goddess, the way she stood, surrounded by stone and bathed in eerie light. She took up the needle and, taking hold of the woman's clit with her other hand, thumb and index finger, she pushed the razor tip of the needle into the clit, pushing the plunger to release the small amount of fluid into the tiny organ. The woman gasped in pain as the needle stung. Laura flicked the clit with a hard snap and the woman screamed as though on fire. The fluid Laura had used, increased the woman's senses and intensified all sexual stimulation by many times. Pain of any sort was also intensified all over the body. I nearly felt sorry for the woman… Nearly. The evening promised to be quite the experience…