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  “You have this opportunity to walk away, if that is what you truly want. I suggest you do what has been asked of you one last time before you make a decision that will affect much more than the rest of your life. This final test will prove to both of you what is truly meant to be. You will pass or fail, Laura. It is entirely up to you. It isn’t about Sydney and what she wants. It is about you. It is about your desire to be part of her and your willingness to do whatever that takes. It will be difficult – you will face old demons and find new solace – but whatever your choice, in the end you will be stronger.”

  “I don’t think I can reach the perfection she requires.”

  Her grin turned to a sweet devilish expression. “It isn’t about being perfect all the time. After all, what fun would that be?” She stood before she continued. “You have to follow your heart now. It isn’t about what you believe is right or wrong. It’s about what you want and what you’re willing to do to get it.”

  She pressed the buzzer on her desk, the door opened, and Ty stood there waiting for me.

  “It was a pleasure to meet you, Laura, and I wish you all the best.”

  My head was spinning, but for the first time I was anxious to prove to Sydney – and I think to myself – that I was willing to do whatever it took to please her. Whatever that was.

  Ty’s instructions were rapid and clear. She took me by the elbow and led me up the left staircase to the second floor into a large room at the end of the long hallway. All I noticed was a line of completely nude women standing with their hands tucked into the small of their backs, wearing identical brass collars around their necks. Ty led me past the line while I looked at the face of each woman we passed. Eyes cast down, faces soft, almost content, bodies proudly displayed. Waiting; but waiting for what? Ty continued to the end of the room and then stopped at another door.

  “Inside you will find everything needed to prepare yourself. I trust you understand what that entails.” The door opened to a large room with a shower. “You have ten minutes to present yourself at the end of that line. Place all of the used items back in the bag when you have finished, and leave it and your clothing on that bench.”

  I was starting to understand why Sydney had left my suitcase behind. I would serve nude, apparently. I just stood there looking at Ty. I was in a roomful of strangers and expected to obey whatever this woman told me to do. Where the hell was Sydney?

  “I suggest you move, Miss Harrington. The clock is ticking.”

  I started to speak, and her long index finger immediately rose and pressed to my lips firmly. “You have come too far to try that now.”

  I simply nodded my head forward, this time in the proper respectful manner. My vulnerability was never clearer than in her eyes. The look was a silent reminder that the same rules applied with her as with Sydney.

  “Your eyes are to be down unless I request otherwise. Is that understood, Miss Harrington?”

  My eyes lowered as I nodded my answer again. She opened the door to the bathroom and I stepped inside. When the door closed behind me, I let out the deep sigh I had held far too long. What the fuck, Laura? What have you gotten yourself into? I turned on the hot water in the shower and then looked up into the mirror. Looking back was someone I wasn’t sure I knew any longer. The large schoolroom clock ticked so loudly in my head that I paced my movements to it. As promised, everything I needed was in the bag.

  ~~~ 6 ~~~

  I did exactly what Sydney had taught me to prepare for her. I only hoped it was her I was preparing for. My mind raced back to everything I had learned to that point and my excitement grew in what was yet to come. Seductive flashes of her touch penetrated my thoughts as the hot water ran down my body like tantalizing fingers. I had accepted her desires as my own and cherished the power she held to me like a hot match. Close enough to feel the extreme heat but never burning me.

  My body reacted to her control, and my will was catching up. I didn’t understand why I was there, but it really didn’t matter – I understood I was where she wanted me to be, and I wanted to be wherever that was. My confidence grew alongside the desire to please her. Moments of clarity and calm flooded in as my doubts swirled away with the water. The tick of the clock flooded back when I turned off the water.

  Lesson Six

  I finished with only moments to spare. Standing there with the towel wrapped around my body, I watched the clock as the last few seconds swept away. At the very moment my time was up the door opened.

  “Ms. Harrington. I need you to come out and take your place in the line.”

  I just stood there looking at Ty, holding the towel tightly to my body. “I don’t think...” My words were forbidden and the look on her face as she approached me reminded me of my disobedient eyes.

  “You are as stubborn as Syd said you were.”

  “I can’t do this.”

  “‘Can’t’ is not an option, Miss Harrington. ‘Won’t’ is, however. Which is it you would like me to inform your Master of?”

  She stepped in close to me, and took the towel in one hand and a large handful of my hair in the other. The towel fell to the floor. She led me out the door to the end of the line and then let go. As she did, I jerked my head to emphasize my disapproval of her handling. Sydney made requests, but she never physically forced me to carry them out. Her persuasion was in the consequence that followed – a sound spanking, withholding of orgasm, or the dreaded disappointment in her eyes. Physical control would not encourage my will to obey. She did not have to handle me. I complied because I wanted to.

  “Let’s go, ladies.”

  The line started to move forward and I stood there, frozen again in the uncertainty of my decision. When the line reached the door, Ty looked back at me standing in the same place she’d left me, looking her dead in the eyes. While everyone waited, she walked back to me. Without a word, she hoisted me up and over her shoulder like a feed sack. My hip pressed against her warm cheek and my bare ass was presented to the world. I struggled and pushed against her back. She placed a firm smack on my bare ass. Just once, but it was far more humiliating and much harder than any smack I had received from Sydney.

  “You may walk on your own, or you will be carried in this manner.”

  “Put me down then. I’ll walk.” My voice broke low with a groan of embarrassment.

  “It’s too late, Ms. Harrington. I only make one request.”

  I hung my head and tried to hide my face under my swinging hair as we passed people on our way to wherever it was we were going. She placed me on my feet at the end of a narrow rectangular table with nothing but a white linen cloth draped over it. Each of us stood at our own, spaced in the very formal dining room. Other tables in the room had very high candles and flower centerpieces. Women in very short black skirts and sheer white lace blouses hurried around us to set everything up for what I assumed would be a dinner party of some sort. I would have cherished even the skimpy uniform to my own complete exposure. Why was I there? I suddenly felt very bare and placed my hands in front of me to conceal as much of myself as I could. I felt Ty’s hot breath on my neck as she leaned in close. Her warning hissed in my ear: “Put your hands where they belong.”

  I started to turn, and she placed her hand on my shoulder and squeezed another warning. “There is no need for you to look at me to obey my request.”

  My objection puffed out in and audible breath.

  “Oh, Miss Harrington, you still have so much to learn.” Ty stepped back, taking the heat of her body with her.

  A completely different voice swept in behind me, softer and more feminine than Ty’s. “Please lie on the table face up.”

  I just stood there, not sure I’d understood the words. Why was I going to lie on a table where people would eat?

  “Please do as you’re asked. I will be punished for your disobedience. Please, Miss.” Her whispered pleading was as genuine as I had ever heard, and the decision I made was no longer my consequence alone.

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sp; I placed my knee up and pulled myself onto the end of the table and turned to sit. At least now I could see the person speaking to me. She was very pretty, and I noticed the black lace choker around her neck and matching cuffs on her wrists. Part of the uniform, I supposed, and far softer than my brass collar, which had finally warmed to my body.

  She gathered my hair in one hand and tugged gently. “Now lie back and try to relax.” My hair fell off the end of the table when she released it. She took a warm cloth from a silver serving cart and wiped my skin from head to toe. I had just showered, so this action seemed pointless, but it was a comforting sensation. The soft vanilla scent was a wonderful aroma.

  She positioned my arms palms up at my sides and ran her long nails slowly across the surface to my palms, opening my hands to relax my fingers, and then spread my legs just slightly. She began placing small bite-sized portions of assorted foods directly on me. I watched her as she carefully chose places to match the contour of my body with the suppleness of each piece. I was being used as platter. This took service to a whole new meaning.

  “Have you served in this manner before?” Her voice was only a whisper as her eyes darted to make sure she was secure in her conversation.

  “No,” I whispered back to her.

  “Remain perfectly still. You won’t be harmed, but it may arouse you. A reaction of any sort will get you immediately removed and we will both be punished. Then you’ll have to be displayed on one of the stands with your marks of disgrace. Trust me. This is much better. You never want to be placed on the stands. It’s a dishonor to your Master.”

  I looked back into her soft blue eyes and shivered slightly.

  “Keep your eyes open and focus on anything except what you’re feeling. Remember – no reaction, no matter what.”

  The no matter what part worried me the most. She finished decorating me with edible concealment. As soon as I started hearing the chatter of dinner guests, my heart beat increased and my chest raised and lowered, causing the food to seemingly come alive. I caught glimpses as they approached discussing how fabulous the food looked without mention of the unusual serving vessels. Unusual only to me I assumed.

  A tall dark woman with short hair and masculine features bent down and took the first morsel from my left breast with her mouth. She engulfed the food along with my nipple as others stood close and looked on, while discussing the shape of my hips and the tone of my skin as if I were just another polite dinner topic. My nipple got harder as she nibbled on it long after she swallowed the food. Her tongue swirled on my breast, leaving only the erection as evidence she or the food were there at all; then she stood and licked her lips.

  “Delicious,” she said turning back to her gathering. “You must try this. It’s very nice indeed.”

  I was learning motion restraint from Sydney, but hadn’t quite mastered it. My concern of disgracing Sydney and the fear of getting my attendant punished was a much more powerful instructor than any threat to myself.

  The sampling continued while I tried to ignore both my arousal and the comments praising my service and training. Without realizing it, pride swelled within me and I so wished Sydney was close and knew what others were saying about me. I felt confident and secure while complete strangers mingled throughout the room enjoying all they were provided. I was an endless buffet of pleasure and was pleased to serve in Sydney’s name. The sensation of different women tasting and touching every inch of my body was wild and extraordinary feelings of desire filled me. My body reacted in ways I had absolutely no control over. My pussy pulsed and dripped. My moisture penetrated the table cloth beneath me. Just when I thought I would implode, I felt long stiff fingers slide between my legs and dip into me. I stiffened and closed my eyes. The sensation was unexpected but pleasure rolled through me along with an overwhelming since of violation. Would Sydney allow this?

  The voice and the touch were soon unmistakable. “Feels like you’re enjoying yourself, my love.” Sydney circled two fingers inside me and my back arched slightly. “Be careful. You’re not quite done yet.” She pushed in deeper and leaned down to speak privately to me. “I hear you are delicious.” She pulled her fingers from me and placed them in her own mouth. She was so close to my face I could smell my arousal on her breath.

  “If they only knew how delicious. I’ll finish this later, if you’re a good girl for the rest of the evening.” She stood, and I watched her move out of my field of vision. After she penetrated me, I flowed with each mouth that tasted me, and the pangs of madding unfulfilled pleasure intensified. I hardly noticed the noise level decrease as the room slowly emptied. The remaining food was taken from my body, and I was washed with a warm clean cloth and fragrant soap.

  “You did very well for your first time, Miss.” She spread me and wiped my most intimate places clean as she spoke softly. “I was afraid by the look in your eyes when you arrived at my table, you were going to have us both sent to the dungeon.”

  I knew there was a dungeon here.

  “Sit up now Miss. Ty is waiting.”

  “What’s next?” I whispered as I sat there for a moment feeling the effects of my tormented arousal like a hangover. She simply pointed to the doorway where Ty awaited me. I slipped off the table slowly, lowered my eyes, walked over to her, and waited respectfully for my next command.

  “Sydney would like to see you in her quarters before your next assignment. Follow me.” I did as I was told so I would not be carried by her again. We stopped at the foot of a large staircase. “She’s on the third floor. Enter the last room at the end of that hall. No need to knock; just go in. She’s expecting you.” She stepped aside and I walked to the bottom of the stairs. My heart pounded as I stood there. Suddenly I ran up the stairs and slowed near the top taking quick breathes to calm my heartbeat. The door directly in front of me had a brass sign. Engraved into it was simply her name. Sydney Montgomery. But I was told to go to the end of the hall. I looked down the corridor and began to move slowly squeezing my legs tightly to maintain my uncontrollable desire. The last door had no markers just a beautiful glass doorknob that was cool in my nervous moist palm as I turned it. The door pulled from my hand and there she stood.

  Her eyes flamed in mine as I looked back at her then I instinctively lowered my head. She put one firm finger under my chin and raised me back to her gaze.

  “You were a very good girl. I am proud of you.”

  Everything I felt at that moment melted into her words. She took my face in her hands and pulled me to her for a deeply passionate kiss. Her embrace was my reward. She lifted me by my ass cheeks so I could wrap my legs around her hips. The bulge in her jeans where my starving pussy came to rest caused more emotion than I could hold, and I let a hot rush of my excitement soak the thick fabric. I drank in her intoxicating need to penetrate me. She squeezed at my ass cheeks, forcing the muscles to contract wildly in her hands as she held me to her tightly. I rode the feeling without thought of any reserve or manners. Everything I had been taught was consumed in my uncontrollable urge to be hers.

  She turned and placed me down on my back at the bottom of the bed and held tight as she leaned over me. The barrier of her jeans prevented any possible penetration. Reaching down between us, I tried desperately to eliminate the obstruction. She took both wrists and placed them together above my head on the cool smooth cover. The slightest squeeze and familiar rise of her brow formed the invisible bond to hold them in place even after she let go.

  Her hands slid down my arms and along my sides, causing a heightened sensitivity across my skin. A quick bite to my left nipple shot a current up my spine, and I tingled with anticipation. She took my breasts in her mouth, stroking seductively with her tongue and then biting. The arch in my back raised my entire body up to her. She wrapped her arm under my lower back and pulled me into her, rubbing until all of my desire gathered into the pit of my stomach, where it smoldered in my uncontrollable need for her. I pushed hard into her, though I knew I couldn’t accomplish
my goal; but somehow the unity of our bodies was enough at the moment.

  When I was crazed with wanting more than I was allowed, she stood up and released me. I tried to control my desperation and show her I was content with whatever she offered, in spite of my fierce longing to have her inside me. My legs were still wrapped around her hips. Her hands ran up and down the outsides and tops of my thighs slowly. I looked into her eyes, and her face was full of pleasure as she gazed down at me.

  “You are incorrigible.” She smiled, and I knew she was really scolding herself for a lack of control more than me. She stepped back, leaving my legs dangling off the end of the bed. I lay very calm under her observation. I patiently awaited her command, eager to obey in a respectful and timely manner.

  She held her hand out for me to take, and then pulled me to my feet in front of her. Standing there naked and awash in her gaze, I felt my strength and poise finally surface, trapped as I was between my desire to please her and my uncontrollable need to be touched by her. In spite of what I wanted, I waited with calm a expression and unity of mind and body. I would wait as long as she required, the distractions and doubts in my head gone.

  I finally knew just by the look in her eyes and the tilt of her head where she wanted me. I knelt down in front of her with my hands to my sides and my eyes cast down. I could smell the mixture of our scents on the front of her jeans. She calmly unbuttoned them and released the large hard dick. There was a need in her I had never felt, yet it surrounded me as if alive, demanding that its will be served. My awareness of her was astonishing to me. I knew her and her desires; but I wanted her to demand them from me.

  She placed her hand on the top of my head and pushed it back so I would look up at her. “Have you made your final choice Laura?” She let go, but I remained locked in her eyes.