Chapter 34
The afternoon crept up on us. We had been in the basement tying up Emily over and over again. Ms. Laura ran me through positions one through three again, while teaching me a few new ones. We did simple knots and bindings, as well as a few more complex ones. The more complex ones were more aspirational demonstrations than actual lessons.
I was pretty worn out from the sex that morning and really all week. The, although very sexual, rope lessons were a welcome change. Ms. Laura was a good teacher too. She was very informative and patient. As a Dominatrix, it seemed off for her to be so caring and considerate, but as a more motherly figure, it made sense. That's what she had always been to me.
I shuddered a little bit thinking about her as my mother, but I could see her as one. That thought in particular was sad since I knew she wanted to be one.
She was very gentle untying Emily from her latest weave of rope. The way Emily smile at her I could tell she felt the same way.
I picked up on a few lines in Ms. Laura's face I hadn't noticed before. I could see even more under small lumps of makeup. I reminded myself she was approaching sixty. Three ex-husbands, multiple careers, and undoubtedly more than a few triumphs and tragedies, life had worn on her.
The long sleeves of her white blouse were rolled to just below her elbow. I could see some of the veins in her arms, and it reminded me she was sick. Both Emily and I were in the prime of our lives and it was probably taxing on her to keep up with us.
I was sitting on a leather couch when the last of the ropes around Emily fell away. Not bothering to pick them up Ms. Laura took two steps back and plopped down next to me.
"That was fun," she said obviously tired, "I hope you learned a lot."
"I did ma'am," I said nodding, "I'll hopefully have Emily to practice on when we get to base. I'll probably need to buy some rope."
"Oh yes, practice makes perfect. Make sure you get jute rope, synthetic fibers can cause rope burn," Ms. Laura placed her head on my shoulder staring at Emily as she got up and stretched, "I figured you two would make a good couple."
I laughed a little as I watched Emily's tight athletic body bend and bow. It really seemed like she was made for me. The leather of the couch creaked and a felt Ms. Laura's hand reach for my semi-erect cock.
"Looks like you're leaking," she wiped a little precum off my tip the called to Emily, "Dear your master is making a mess. You better come here and clean it up."
Emily finished her stretch, "of course Ma'am."
Emily sank to her knees and started to crawl over to me. The way her tits hung and her ass moved already had me stiffening. The distance she had to travel was a short way, but she moved slowly. The muscles in her back rippled. She reminded me of a jungle cat stalking its prey.
