Chapter 21
Laura & Lou
Laura got very little sleep that night. She kept wondering why Lou had deprived himself as well as her of coming. She fretted about the matter during her work day, drawing comments and glances from her co-workers throughout the day.
And on retiring for the evening that night, sleep evaded her best efforts, until at 1:30 she called Lou's number.
To her surprise she did not awaken him. It was as if he were waiting for her to call.
"Yes?"
"Lou? It's Laura."
"Hello Laura, what can I do for you?"
"I... I couldn't sleep."
"Oh... have you tried NoDoz?"
That caught her off guard and she stumbled, saying, "Um, no... I... I was thinking..."
"Thinking about sex, Laura?"
"Um... yes... um, no... Oh, I don't know what I'm thinking."
"But you can't sleep," he said, making it a statement of fact.
"Right... I was wondering..."
"You know where I live?"
"Yeah... I think so."
He gave her the address, waited while she wrote it down, then said, "Be here in twenty minutes. Don't be late, or I won't answer the door."
"But..."
"Shut up, and get your ass over here."
He hung up before she could utter another word.
Laura glanced at the bedside clock, jumped out of bed, ran to the bathroom and peed.
She brushed her teeth, and threw on the same dress she'd worn the night she'd met him; and hurried out the door after making sure she had her house and car keys.
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Her hand was shaking as she rang his bell. It was exactly twenty minutes since he'd hung up on her. Laura said a quick prayer that he'd answer the door, and thanked God when he did.
What kind of person am I, thanking God for letting me have a chance to get properly laid?
She thought as she entered his apartment.
"Good evening, Laura," he said formerly, and confused her again.
"Yeah... hi, I... I guess you're wondering why I called, and why I'm knocking at your door at this ungodly hour, huh?"
He stunned her by saying, "I'd guess it's because you want me to make you cum."
"What?"
"I said you want me to fuck you. Am I right?" Lou knew from prior experience that certain women's desire's increased ten-fold when confronted with the truth about wanting to get laid. It also paved the way for him to restrict her orgasms as a means of controlling her. He could, for example, tell her she could cum, but must wait a half an hour before doing so. Or, as he had the night before, leave her wanting.
When Laura didn't respond, he said, "Well?"
"What?" she said seemingly startled from a far away reverie.
"Did you come here to get laid?"
She turned crimson, and couldn't meet his eye.
He wanted her to ask for it. In fact, he wouldn't proceed until she did. He was well aware that submissives find it hard to ask, thinking perhaps that it will only lead to further denials. The mere fact of asking acknowledges a need, exposes her as powerless against him, and is humiliating.
Of course, for Lou, the humiliation was the point.