Chapter 02: April's First Lesson
"You're absolutely clear about our agreement." Heather stroked April's hand lovingly, romantically. She looked deeply into April's eyes, drawing truth from her soul. "You are sure?" She probed.
"Yes," April sighed softly. She exhaled slowly; drifting away in contemplation of the promise she had just made to a woman she had met only once.
Did she really need this? April thought. Yes, she needed this; she desired it. Her submissive needs had driven her fantasies forever, and now, finally, she was granted the privilege to offer herself willfully. But that did not control the apprehension, the foreboding, the fear of the unknown. What would they do to her?
"No questions? You looked a little blank before."
"Well," April attempted a playful smile, hoping to cover her apparent distraction, "I have a lot of questions," she stumbled awkwardly, "to say the least. But I think they will get answered as we move along."
Heather scowled disapproval. "Your command of the language, young lady, leaves something to be desired. We will work on that as time permits." Her eyes demanded sincerity.
"I promise to obey you." April responded deferentially.
"And?" Heather pushed for more.
"And everyone who shares me."
"And?" Heather's voice had changed to an airy sotto, revealing a hint of deep, animal sensuality. She rubbed April's hand softly, her lips parted; her smoky eyes drew April in.
"And I will follow your instructions to the letter." April quivered with the response, captivated by the power of her growing love for this unusual woman.
"Everything we discussed? You're sure?"
"I am sure." April hesitated a moment, then spoke, following the litany of her commitment. " I willingly give myself to you to be used as you wish."
Heather's demeanor suddenly became more businesslike, curt. "Alright, then, I will see you this evening at eight. Be on time."
"I will."
"Make sure to take care of all of those details I talked to you about. You will find everything you need in the box, with complete instructions" Heather slid the gift-wrapped package toward April. "Be meticulous."
April lifted the box and stood up to leave.
Suddenly, Heather grabbed April's arm and tugged her down, so that she could speak softly, close to April's ear. "If you forget anything, I will punish you most unpleasantly."
"I understand," April's skin tightening with fear. "I understand everything you told me and I will do exactly as I am instructed before I come to you for training."
"Good," Heather said. "Good girl. I will see you at seven."
"Eight," April responded hesitantly, partially fearing to question her mistress, partially unsure if she had misunderstood. "You said eight before?" Daring a question.
"So I did." Heather smiled. "See you at eight then." Aroused, confused, frozen with fear and apprehension, oblivious to her surroundings, April walked back to her office
She had thought that tackling the new sales project this afternoon would help distract her. But her curious mind could not disconnect from anticipation of her first formal training session with Heather. Amid the figures on charts and spreadsheets, visions of fear; exciting, arousing fear spun wildly across her tormented mind in a relentless dance macabre. What would happen to her tonight? What would Heather demand? Would she be bound, whipped? Riding an emotional roller-coaster, her intense arousal gave way to sheer panic as she recalled that first night; Heather's powerful hand, asphyxiating her, suffocating her to the threshold of terror. Could she handle this again?
Later, at home, she paced, sat briefly, then, glancing at the clock, restlessly paced again. She was cold. A ball of ice grew in the pit of her stomach as the time to prepare approached.
Following orders, she had warmed the bottles in the sink. The first enema was unpleasant. Heather had been specific about their use, "Lay on your left side. Use the laxative first, wait a full five minutes before you release, then use the mineral oil after you are clean. You can release the mineral oil sooner, but not less than two minutes. Everything is spelled out in the instructions."
Cramping, she recalled that bitchy nurse prepping her for surgery. "Hold it until I tell you." Her thoughts wandered to Heather stifling her breath while a blistering hot enema filled her ass. Did she really need this? Trembling, she completed the process, falling into a cold sweat.
The second bottle was less unpleasant, almost soothing, calming. She bathed, using the soap and shampoo that Heather had provided. "No perfumes," she recalled Heather saying as she reached habitually for her favorite scent.
The mandatory cleansing completed, April slipped into the flimsy silk dress, the only garment she was permitted to wear. A moment of hesitation came as she checked herself in the mirror. I don't have to go, she thought. Yes, she decided. Yes, I do have to go.
In a moment she set out on her way to Heather's house.
"You look delicious," Heather said opening the large wooden door. "Good enough to eat." She smiled at her own wit. "Come in, let me show you around. Can I get you a glass of wine, something stronger, perhaps?"
"No thank you," April said quietly.
"No tequila tonight, then?" Heather inquired.
Her mouth chalky, her skin clammy, April needed a strong drink, but her better judgment warned her to decline.
"I really can't." April demurred, knowing that what little control she managed over herself at this moment was tenuous. Alcohol was not an option.
She could barely focus her eyes as Heather walked her through the big house, showing her the elaborate dining area, the gourmet kitchen. In her agitated state, disjointed images of her bound and tormented body clouded her eyes and threatened the delicate balance between reality and escape.
April gasped when they reached the bedroom where she had awakened that first night, alone, drunk, and confused.
A slight crack formed between April's eyes and her mind. Where was she? She looked up at the ceiling. "No!" she shouted, surprising herself as much as she did Heather. For a moment she was in Heather's bed on that first night, her face covered with Heather's powerful hand, her breathing denied until she submitted to do as she was ordered. "No," she screamed once again, recalling Ron slapping his dripping cock hard against her face.
She shook herself as reality returned. She looked up to see if the ghostly characters that danced across the filmy gauze of the canopy we here. They were not. Nor was the canopy. She looked to the window remembering that the terrifyingly haunted figures were merely reflections of headlights passing by on the busy street below.
"Oh my god," she sighed, shaking herself once again. It was not a dream. It was real.
"Are you quite done, April?" Heather asked softly, allowing April to return gently from her dark reverie. "Come here," she said taking April into her arms. "Don't be afraid, love." She kissed April's neck softly. "I'm not going to hurt you, baby," Heather whispered, nibbling her ear lobe. "I want to give you the love you need deep inside." Her hands caressed April's breasts, slid to her hips, then moved around to massage April's soft ass.
"Good girl," Heather whispered, acknowledging April's compliance with her order to wear nothing but the silk dress and shoes.
Heather's fingers probed deeply between April's cheeks. "Such a delicious ass." She spread April's cheeks wide through her silken dress.
Heather moved her head back, brushing her lips against April's hesitant mouth.
"Kiss me," she sighed softly.
April resisted her lover's bold advance. But Heather grasped the back of April's head, firmly guiding her into position. Her lips crushed against April's mouth. Her skilled tongue pushed forcefully between April's parted lips. Emotion overcame her weakness and April soon opened wide to accept her lover's probing tongue. Her hands grasped at Heather's soft flesh. Her tongue explored between Heather's thick, sensual lips, swirling together with Heather's in a whirling serpentine dance.
"That's my sweet lover," Heather whispered before returning to taste more of April's yielding mouth. "That's the April I love." She returned to feed deeply on her lover.
"You are so lovely," Heather fondled April's spread ass. "I could eat you up."
Heather stepped back. "Turn around, love." She instructed. "Bend over and put your hands on the arms of my chair." April moved slowly, looking over her shoulder to study the chair behind her. Heather reacted impatiently, tugging April around, grasping her hands, and placing them on the arms of the chair. "That's it," she said gently, apparently recovered from her irritation with April's sluggishness. "Now bend as far as you can and spread your legs," Heather instructed. "Good. Point your toes in. Good. Get that ass up for me."
Finally having worked April into the position she wanted, Heather knelt behind her. Lifting April's dress, she spread her cheeks and began sensually licking and sucking April's exposed asshole.
April's breaths came quick. Her body quivering in excitement, she moaned softly while Heather's tongue skillfully drove her closer and closer to climax.
"Your ass tastes so good," Heather worked her fingers into April's pussy. Pushing gently and slowly at first, she soon worked three fingers of her right hand fully into April's soaked cunt. "You need that, now. Don't you, love?" Heather whispered.
"Yes," April sighed.
"More?" Heather asked softly before plunging her well-practiced tongue deeply into April's hungry ass. "More?" She asked again. "Tell Heather what you need."
"Yes," April sighed, "More, please. More"
"Push that asshole back into my mouth for me now," Heather demanded. A loud crack split the air as she slapped April's cheek with her free hand.
"Do you like that?" She demanded. "DO YOU?" she asked forcefully. "Tell me."
"Yes," April huffed softly. "More," she begged, "more."
Heather's hand cracked firmly against April's soft flesh. She reached under to press the heel of her hand hard against April's tender, full bladder. Still sucking sensually on April's asshole, she probed April's pussy, pushing her fingertips against April's G spot, squeezing April's bladder from the inside and outside.
"Don't you dare piss," Heather ordered, pushing harder. "Don't you DARE."
