THROUGH THE EYES OF LAURA
You know it takes a hell of a lot to make me angry. REALLY angry! You know the sort of anger that makes your blood boil. Like I say it hasn't occurred very often in my life, but there was one occasion when it most definitely did!
I came home from work one day, to hear my daughter, Hanna, sobbing her heart out. It was that loud, that I could hear her despite the fact that the door to her bedroom was closed. Something, or someone had clearly really hurt her! And whilst yes, this was precisely what would lead to that aforementioned real anger, at first the emotion that took hold of me was concern, I needed to know what had happened that had caused Hanna such distress, and I needed to be with her to comfort and reassure her. So, I ran up those stairs as fast as I possibly could.
Now there were two ways, I figured in which Hanna could have been hurt. It could be physical; she could have been attacked or had some sort of accident. As I burst through her bedroom door, it took only a few seconds for me to establish that this was not the case, there was no blood at all, and she looked completely alright from the purely physical aspect.
Therefore, I concluded this must be emotional pain, whatever had caused this anguish had targeted her heart, not her body. I rushed to her, took her in my arms and cuddled her, as the sobs still came out of her heavily. It was clear she was far too upset to be able to speak immediately, so I just held her, letting her release her pain, sooner or later she'd calm down enough to enable her to let me know what, or who, had done this to her.
As I waited, I began to try to guess for myself, and as it turned out I got it completely right. She'd told me that she'd met some Guy a couple of weeks ago, having been attracted to him down the Railwayman's Arms, a large pub in town, very close to the Railway Station. It's where many of the town's youngsters are to be found, especially on Friday and Saturday nights, and has a reputation as a pulling venue. Well, he'd clearly pulled her!
Eventually Hanna's sobs began to subside, and become less in both frequency and intensity, enough to allow her to begin to speak. And yes, it had been this bastard who'd hurt her so much. He'd taken her out to an Indian meal. Then it had been back to his place, he had his own house, for sex. Which she had wanted this wasn't rape in any form, she really fancied him, and had made a real effort, dressing herself in some lovely lingerie. Problem was that she froze, sheer nerves preventing her from enjoying the night, she wanted him too much, and as often the case, tried too hard, with those nerves getting the better of her and stopping her from being able to be her, meaning, in his eyes I guess, that she failed to deliver!
So, he simply dumped her! Just like that! I suppose you could argue that he had shown enough decency to at least tell her to her face instead of just phoning, or even worse simply ignoring her, but no, that wasn't going to be factor as far as I was concerned. As Hanna began to compose herself, that initial emotion of concern within me also began to diminish, to be replaced by the aforementioned anger, now starting to build.
But what really pushed me over the edge was when Hanna told me that this bugger had made her pace up and down his bedroom, like a 'cat-walk,' just wearing her stockings and suspenders. HOW DARE HE!!!! Like I say, it takes a lot to make my blood boil, but hearing this did precisely that!
A couple of days later I was in town with Hanna, when she pointed him out to me. To give you an idea of what sort of person we're talking about here, he'd parked his car, an almost brand new B.M.W. Three Series, which didn't mean much to me as I know nothing about cars, but I understood from others meant he had money, on double yellow lines as he was taking some cash from one of those machines outside of a major bank. As if the rules of society didn't apply to the likes of him. As yes, he had that smug, conceited and arrogant look on his face, as if the whole world should be made to fit around him!
As you can imagine my anger again rose inside of me, but the sight of him also triggered another emotion, one I wasn't proud of, certainly at the time! For he was utterly gorgeous, extremely good looking, and I'm ashamed to say my heart actually fluttered! And then a plan began to form in my mind, one that would enable me to punish and humiliate him, while also allowing me to have a little, well overdue, bedroom fun for myself!
You see it had been a few years since my husband, Hanna's father, had passed away, and I'd not been to bed with another man since. We'd enjoyed a good and active sex life together, and just before he'd died, we'd begun to dabble in bondage. He'd tied me to our bed and then shagged me good and hard, with me totally unable to prevent him from doing just what he wanted to, which included dressing me in stockings and blindfolding me. And I'd loved every minute! I quite fancied reversing the positions, so he'd be in my hands, and he'd agreed, but his fateful heart attack had put a stop to that!
Naturally bondage sex, or quite frankly sex of any sort, became far less of a priority or desire for some time. And one of the reason's that I was SO protective of Hanna is because without her I'm not even sure I'd have survived this very difficult period in my life. She had been there for me when I needed support, yes of course that went both ways, but I was eternally grateful.
But time, as they say, is a great healer, and I was beginning to feel that I can do with some fun in bed with a man. And I still had that fervent desire to tie one of them to my bed and have my way with him. And well, could there be a more suitable candidate?
So, to use that phase spoken so brilliantly by the late Richard Burton, in the introduction to Jeff Wayne's fantastic musical version of 'War of the Worlds,' I drew my plans against him. Now I fully realised that what I wanted to do to him may not be easy, I'd just turned forty, and my target was my daughter's age, in his early twenties. However, I'd been blessed with very good looks myself, at that age myself I'd been stunning sexy, and although time and age had diminished my appeal a little, I knew I had enough left in the locker to hopefully appeal to his ego and libido. For his ego was what I knew I'd have to target, I needed to make him think that pulling me would be seen as a triumph and that his mates would be jealous of him achieving that.
So, I dressed in my finest lingerie, a beautiful basque I'd had for some time, some very sheer nylons stockings that I had to be careful whilst fitting to make sure I didn't ladder them, then a satin blouse and this very sexy leather suit that I had bought recently. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I was pleased to see this utterly sexy Lady looking back at me. Yes, I believed that I did stand a chance or appealing to his ego, which would enable me to put my plans for him into action.
When I arrived at the Railwayman's I sat myself on a stool at the bar, and ordered a simple orange juice, alcohol wasn't in MY plans for the night. And there was my prey complete with a group of lads, and I was quite relieved to see that they hadn't been there long, and so hadn't drunk too much beer yet.
One of his mates glanced my way, and I made sure that I grabbed his attention. Once I'd done so, then I moved my eyes in a totally provocative manner in HIS direction, making it completely clear that it was him that I was interested in. It didn't work out that first time, but the lad looked at me again, and this time once I'd made my intentions known, he tapped my target on his arm, and pointed me out to him. Game on!
Well, my gut instinct that I would appeal to his ego proved to be correct, as he rose from his chair and began to walk over to me. And then I was handed a very large slice of luck. For the D.J. had just switched to the slow smooching type of music as he approached me, therefore his question of "would you like a drink?" was met with the reply of "no thank you, but I would like a dance with you." As we joined the other couples on the dance floor to the tune of Harry Nilsson's classic 'Without You,' it was time for me to make my move on him, I put everything into that dance to appeal to his libido! I rubbed the leather of my skirt against him in a manner that left no doubt as to both my intentions, and the ability to perform them. Then I bent my head to his left ear and set my plan in motion. "Don't drink any more Darling, I'm going to take you home where I'm going to tie you securely to my bed and shag you all night!" As I did so my hand grabbed his balls and by now totally erect penis and I clearly saw that my plan was working out very well as I continued, "and I can see that you're in no mood to deny me! You're going to be the helpless sex slave of Laura and there's nothing you can do to stop me!"