Dear reader,
Lara's sexually explicit misadventures continue.
These are the last three chapters.
Again, if you are looking for any form of realism please skip this story.
Lara completely surrenders her body to Frank for the weekend.
In the first installments of this story, the tale started out as a wholly nonconsensual fantasy. Here, it evolves into a more consensual fantasy where Lara agrees to spending the weekend with Frank under the term of a dom-sub "contract"... I'm not very familiar with the lifestyle... and I do not want to offend anyone... so i'll keep the story in the nonconsent/reluctance category just in case I am mistaken.
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You will find some elements of:
Humiliation/Degradation,
Light Bondage,
Exhibition,
Spanking,
Masturbation,
and Anal play.
Please let me know your thoughts and vote!
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Chapter 8 - The Contract
The breeze tickled her.
She was cold.
She started shivering and began wondering if she would be able to hold the pose for much longer.
For the first time, she thought of how her actions would impact Frankie's reactions.
Aside from the thundering orgasms he had inexplicably extracted from her, she had relished the sweetness of his touch when he had petted her in the car. She wanted more of that.
The spankings were not so bad, but they were not really her thing either. She did not like the punishments so much. She would have to make sure that she did nothing to upset him.
As she reflected on the way her weekend was shaping up, she got colder. She was now quaking and freezing.
Fortunately, Frankie returned fairly rapidly.
"Stand up, turn around and clasp your hands behind your neck."
He had taken a quick shower and was now wearing a white silk kimono with a black dragon design like the ones she had noticed on his padlock. The robe revealed that he was not wearing much beneath it. His tall wiry form was no longer hidden beneath his dirty clothes and for some reason his silhouette and even his movement seemed more refined and elegant than a few minutes earlier.
He was carrying a large bath towel and he began drying her quickly.
Again, he was brusque and fast in his actions in the same way he had been earlier that day when he had washed her in the sink.
The friction he was applying warmed her up a bit.
He then opened a thick bathrobe for her to step in and she stared at it confused.
He understood.
"I don't want you to get sick'" he offered as he signaled for her step closer.
"Now slip your feet into these flip flops on and follow me."
She followed him into the house and, once inside, he brought her through several minimally decorated rooms that were separated by Shōji, the Japanese sliding paper walls.
He instructed her to seat on a pillow on the floor in front of a low table.
"Wait."
He disappeared and she was left to stare at the only other object in the room, a cascading potted plant with the now familiar dragon designs imprinted on the pot.
After some time, he returned with a large tray which he set on the table.
It contained a black cast iron teapot and cups. Steam was escaping from the spout.
He then stepped behind her and removed a carved nacred comb from his pocket and proceeded to untangle her wet mane.
The room was silent aside for the faint sounds of his movements.
When he was done, he started braiding her hair.
"I am not an expert of BDSM," he started after a while.
"As a matter of fact, until today, I had only read about it."
"There are aspects of this practice that appeal to me, but I do not relish hurting people."
"...a little spanking here and there... and you do have a very spank-able ass."
He stopped talking for a time as he secured the braid with a hair band.
He walked around the table to face her and sat on the pillow opposite to her and poured the steaming beverage.
"You have chosen to come spend the weekend with me."
Lara was still unsure as to whether she had been given a real choice, but she bit her tongue for the time being.
"...and we need to set the limits as to what you might be willing to accept or not," he continued.
"It's simple: if you say nothing or if you say green, I will assume that you accept whatever I am doing to you or instructing you to do, if you say orange, it means slow down, you can then say green when you are ready to continue, or you can say red, if you want me to stop at any time."
"Those are the only times you are allowed to talk unless prompted to do so."
"Do you understand?"
She did and she acquiesced with a nod of her head.
"Now... I will ask you for the third time the same question, but before you answer, hear me out, and then tell me whether you are willing to spend the weekend with me. Okay?"
Lara listened to him intently.
"I know that this question was unfair earlier ...and you can attribute that error to my lack of experience ...or to the pent-up anger that you had engendered over the past few years ...or you can blame it on the unbridled lust that we were both experiencing ...whatever the case ...for this, I need to apologize."
"You should not feel constrained into any choice. I want... I need your full consent."
"If you tell me that you changed your mind, I will give you some clothing and I will help you get back into your house. I'll call a locksmith and you can be back home within the hour. If you want to go home, we'll consider today's little fun a nice interlude. We will never speak of it, and no one will be the wiser. That is the real choice I am now offering. You do not have to stay with me. You can go back home. Is that clear?"
He was finally giving her a real choice.
"But before you answer, I want you to consider what we have gone through together for the past few hours."
"From what I saw earlier, I think that you got really turned on by what was happening to you."
She blushed at these words, feeling even more disrobed and exposed than when she had been naked in front of him.
The heat in her sex had been simmering while she listened to his voice.
She was still so very confused about the way her body was reacting. She was being compelled to recognize and admit to the lust that was coursing through her. And as she was faced with this reality, deep vaginal muscles began tightening within the depth of her loins.
"I want you to think whether you want to explore with me this submissive part of your nature and see where it leads. This could be a weekend of kinky discoveries for you and me. Do you want to play with me?"
Lara struggled to breath.
"I will now be giving you a simple order."
"If you obey, you agree to our agreement. It's a contract between us. I am your master and you are my sub for the duration of the weekend or until you decide to stop playing with me."
"If you do not obey, it means you want to go home and I will give you some clothes, drive you back, and get you back into your house. You can do so at any time."
"Now, I want you to take a minute to think it over. And, when you are ready, I want you to stand, remove your bathrobe and take a step towards me. You do not need to say anything. If you stay seated, we will be done."
"Stand and disrobe," he ordered as he rose to his feet.
The girl stopped breathing all together. There it was.
The order had been given and she could now choose to obey it or not.
If she obeyed him now, she would be doing so willingly.
There would be no ambiguity as to whether she was complying out of fear or out of some dubious set of circumstances... or not.
With this new choice being offered to her, the biting shame came back with a vengeance.
It was much easier to comply to his demands when she thought that she was being coerced to do so. When her mind felt that she needed to pick between the lesser of two bad choices.
Submitting now, meant admitting that she was consenting. It meant that she wanted this to happen.
It was also a confession that she had enjoyed what had been happening to her.
It was the last shameful step, a step that was harder to take than any she had taken that day.
As Lara was contemplating all of this, the blood within her loins bubbled to a boil. Sitting on her haunches, she could feel the unrelenting heat of her sex. Her body tried to speak to her, her mind was still frozen unable to accept the implications of the choice she needed to make.
Frankie was patient as he waited for her to make up her mind.
As he stared at her, he feared that she would decide to go home.
After years of solitude, the prospect of passing an entire weekend with this splendid creature warmed his heart.
But now that he had offered Lara the genuine choice to go home, a part of him was convinced that this unexpected sex interlude was about to end, and he was prepared for the inevitable disappointment.
Lara was immobile and the seconds turned into minutes.
This choice was torture! ...and she did not know what to do. So much had happened. It had been so scary, so confusing but most of all; it had felt so good and liberating.
Her eyes pooled with tears as she stared at him motionless.
After some time, when the first tear began rolling down her face, he turned towards the door and stepped away.
"Wait! Wait! Wait! I need more time," Lara pleaded as he reached the threshold.
He was so surprised that he did not slow down right away.
"Orange!... Orange!... Orange!" she yelled after him in distress when she thought that he would not come back.
He stopped and turned back to face her.
She had used the color code.
He suddenly realized just how much her mind had been tortured by his offer.
He had not comprehended that his simple order was, in fact, the hardest thing he had asked her to do that day.
He stood there silently, motionless, waiting for her next move.
"Green," she finally whispered still unable to stand.
And, right then, he understood that she had accepted the contract between them.
Chapter 9 - Show Me What You Got
"Stand up," he repeated firmly as his heart swelled with joy in his chest.
"Orange," she whispered again as she tried to muster the courage to act out what her words had implied.
"Okay," he conceded. The girl had taken a huge step. She needed more time.
"Why don't you stay seated for now and drink your tea. It should have cooled enough by now."
Lara heaved a sigh of relief.
She leaned forward and began sipping the hot concoction.
He joined her and they sat silently around the low table.
Lara felt much warmer and safe now.
The shame that came from having had her mind made up was delicious.
"Funny," she thought.
The fear was gone. But the shame was even greater. She felt so naughty and so libidinous now.
The tight excitement, the nervous ball that had gripped her stomach all afternoon, had spread to her entire being.
In some ways, by admitting that she was making the choice to stay she felt more naked and exposed now than she had been before.
The power of that confession was like a double-edged sword.
On one hand, she had been forced to confront the fact that she had enjoyed the misadventures of the day.
It also meant that she wanted more of the same. She would no longer be the victim of some awful circumstances that had forced her into one situation or another. She would be the willing participant into Frankie's erotic games.
