source 's note : I apologize for the longsighted hiatus of this series. I was having quite some fuss trying to work out out how to continue the story while trying to hold on things realistic. For those of you who have commented on my previous post, I thank you for the sustenance and the ideas you 've so kindly dispensed. Please savor this installation of schoolma'am in the making.

Chapter 8

A tawdry clump echoed across the bread and butter room. An invigorating scent of coffee filled my nose and I opened my eyes. In front end of me resting on the clear crank deep brown tabular array was a piping cup.

That could only mean one of two thing. Either a burglar broke into the house and decided to brew himself a cup of Joe or my aunt had come back and made that cup for me. I figured it was probably the latter.

My heart raced to a feverish tread and the blood pumping in my ear grew louder by the second. I cautiously looked around the life elbow room to hunting for her until my eyes fell onto the impassive eye of a cleaning woman that looked like my auntie, only ten years older. Her eyes said it all. She was really pissed.
'' We need to talk. '' she said grimly.

My heart jumped to my throat. I felt my bile rising up my throat and I had to get down to observe myself from spewing my breadbasket content onto the floor. Reluctantly, I pushed myself unsloped and tried to hold on all the uptight under ascendency. I had expected this, I told myself. In fact, I welcomed it. But I would be lying if I said this was n't scaring the shit out of me.

'' Drink up. '' she nodded at the cup of coffee. `` I need you clearheaded. ``

I picked up the ceramic mug and wrapped my hand lightly around it, using the hot surface to warm up my chilly script. I eyed the creamy brown liquidity before sipping the much needed Cupid's itch of caffeine in small slurps.

'' How 's Laura ? '' I asked guiltily between the sips. Partly because I was worried for my baby. The other part was to stall my aunt from asking me inquiry that I did n't really require to answer.

'' She 's mulct. '' my aunt simply said, as if she knew I was trying to dilly-dally the inquisition.

'' How long have you known ? '' my aunt asked when I took my fifth sip. Yes, I counted because I was hoping I could at least cease the coffee before she would begin asking doubt. Unfortunately, that obviously was n't going to happen.

'' The Nox Laura went out with her friends. '' I croaked. My heart was pummeling my chest madly.

'' So, I was n't imagining things when I heard your representative that night. '' My aunty groaned, leaning her headspring back and pressing her index finger and her pollex onto her nose bridge.

I glanced at my aunt and my breadbasket felt like it was being strangled by some imaginary hands. She seemed so devastated and I suddenly felt a pang of guilt tearing through me. `` I 'm dark. '' I muttered.

'' What are you sorry for ? '' her voice seemed distant and cold, almost condescending. When I did n't answer, she leaned forward. `` Seriously, Layla. What are you sorry for ? ``

I shrank away and hoped to hell that I could somehow fit myself in the narrow spread between the cushions of the frame and evaporate. I really did n't recognise what I was sorry for. There were quite a few of them if I really tried to recount.

Sorry for breaking into the cellar, for causing Laura distress and forcible injury, for watching you spank the shit out of Laura while I rub my button gloriously, for recording the all thing.

There were practically too many affair to be gloomy for and it would be sort of suicidal to list them out right this representative when my aunt looked like she would slice a bear 's throat if provoked. Fortunately, that was as far as she went and she did n't compress any further.

She raked a hired man through her hairsbreadth and ruffled the thick John Brown mane frustratedly. She opened her mouth, like she was about to say something, only to close it back. Finally, Aunt Virgin Mary set over and pressed her side onto her palms.

'' Why did n't you face me about this ? '' She sounded hurt. Disappointed, even.

I did n't suffice. What could I say ? That I enjoyed watching her doing all sorting of kinky stuff to Laura ? That I did n't desire her to stop over doing whatever she was doing ? That I wanted to be like her ? Would that make her proud ? Probably not.

aunty The Virgin looked at me like she was trying to figure me out and I looked away and took a sip of coffee despite the fact that I no longer had the appetite to finish it anymore. Clearly, this was n't going anywhere but I really did n't want to admit that I was as disturbed as a psychopath. Perhaps I was one, judging by what I had done.

'' solvent me God damn it ! '' she snapped and half of the content of the mug spilled onto my lap as I jerked in horror.

My heart could n't hold beaten any firm. It 's like someone was using my center as a punching bag. I placed the cup onto the tabular array and plucked out a few piece of tissue from the box on the table to clean myself up. bout began to swell up on my eyes and it certainly was n't the hot coffee tree that caused it.

I forced my teardrop back down and willed my throat to clamp up. I clutched the wrinkle tissue in a tight fist and wished I could turn back time. Despite my estimable crusade, my body began to convulse and the suppressed breathlessness seemed to sustain found a way to run out of me. Tears flowed down my cheeks before dropping onto my lap.

God, I hated myself for being such a wuss. I could n't even land myself to look at her. So much for the entirely welcoming it.

I heard the jingling of key and then the slamming of the look door. When I looked up, aunt was no longer sitting there. I turned to the window and looked out at the check and saw her getting into her car. The car roared to a start and screeched off into the road.

No longer able-bodied to insure, my body trembled and I exploded into a wailing plenty of sorrow. My lungs jerked at every breath. My abdomen was in mile. My chest felt like someone was performing tap dancing on it. I curled into a tight Lucille Ball, hugging my knees to my chest and fell onto the couch sideways.

And I let it all out.

I could n't even set about to key how fucked up this was. Me, practically fucking my sister with a mechanize dildo against her will, behind the backbone of my aunt whom also had been fucking my sis. And my psyche felt like it was running in a never ending loop of fucked-up-ness trying to make sensation of this morally corrupted shenanigans.

Worst of all, I enjoyed it. And the sentiment of enjoying something so utterly depraved made my breadbasket cringed and I cried even harder. My thoughts about myself made me remembered something about Ted Bundy and I wondered if he and I were cut from the same psychopathologic cloth too.

I did n't know how long I cried. I did n't know how foresighted I had been staying still on the sofa. It did feel like an eternity. An eternity filled with guilt and regret of my wrongdoing. I only realized I had n't moved at all until I heard the sound of aunty Mary 's car pulling into the curb.

My pulse raced as I battled inwardly on whether if I should abide or run upstairs and hide, possibly worsening the situation in the process. When the lock clicked and the knob turned, I had already decided I would n't cause enough time to run upstairs, so I stayed.

aunty Mary walked in with bags of groceries. She went into the kitchen with the stuff, ignoring me completely as she went in. I had never felt so helpless and the national conflict of leaving or staying continued to rage on. I even considered turning on the TV and hope that the conversation happening inside the sieve could somehow furnish the awkward silence a little more bearable.

As I was about to turn on the TV, my aunt strode back out with a wine-coloured glass and a bottle of wine. She went to the basement threshold, opened it up and went down. Shortly after, she came back up and went back into the kitchen before emerging with jumbo packs of junk intellectual nourishment and burnt umber bars.
'' Follow me. '' she snapped without looking at me and went down the basement.

I swallowed down my fear and rose up from the couch. Uncertainly, I crept down the basement one slow footstep at a meter. My heart was pounding like a war barrel and I felt like I was entering a lioness 's nest. I mean, she fucked my sister for taking drugs. What I did was definitely worse than that and I could n't fathom what kind of punishment she could lay on me.

When I got to the basement, I noticed the trap door behind the stair was already lifted up. I went down the ladder, each step felt like a kicking to my stomach as I descended into my imminent doom. Perhaps I should run, I thought to myself. But where ? Another flyspeck vocalization asked in my head.

Once my substructure was on upstanding dry land, I turned around and found my aunt seating on the bed surrounded by the stuff she brought down with her, shoving cheese puffs into her mouth and draining the depicted object of her mouth with a prospicient gulp of vino. Her white eyes met mine and I could n't tell if she was still angry or simply did n't need to care anymore.

'' closing curtain the hatching, will you ? '' she raised her half-filled glass at the trap threshold above me. I did as told, climbed a few steps up until I could reach the hold of the trap threshold and closed it.

When I had my feet planted down on the reason once more, my aunt patted on the bed asking me to sit beside her. Despite my hatred and worldwide execration towards mass who drinks, I managed to get myself near her and sat down on the spot she had patted.

'' Here. '' she tossed me a bar of snort and shuffled herself further into the bed until her back was against the backrest.

Clueless as to what to do, I tore afford the burnt umber bar and took a small collation. My aunt took another mouthful of wine. I noticed the inflammation of her cervix while she drank. From the way she talked, I knew she was a minuscule giddy, perhaps even bordering on tipsy but not drunk. Not yet.

'' Here. '' she handed me the wine ice. `` subscribe to a swallow. ``

'' But I 'm only eighteen. '' I reminded her. Not to mention she just gave me a cup of java for me to be clearheaded.

'' rightfulness. '' she scoffed sarcastically and emptied the content the glass. `` Put it there. '' she gestured with the chicken feed in helping hand at the nightstand by the bed. I did as told.

'' What do you think about this place ? '' she asked with forced enthusiasm, as if she was n't sure what else to say to me.

'' It 's all right field. I guess. '' I said.

'' Right. '' she nodded. Once again, silence filled in the infinite between us. The lingering ineptitude grew under the muteness. I forced myself to take another humble bite to sustain myself occupied. After what seemed to be an eternity, aunt Mary let out a long and solemn sigh.

'' You know, '' my aunt began, `` Laura 's smile reminds of the first time your mom and I did it. '' the corner of her mouth lifted into a half-smile. `` It 's amazing to what lengths desperate people will go in decree to turn tail reality. '' Her eyes met mine. I could see the unshed weeping trapped within those eyes.

My eye cringed at the sight of the charwoman in front of me. I was n't sure if it was the guilt within me that was making all my gut twisted, or the fact that my aunty, the woman whom never showed failing, was about to cry. Not sure what to progress to of the current situation, I simply nibbled at the chocolate bar religiously and tried not to let the guilt eat me alive.

'' Long foresighted time ago. '' Aunt Blessed Virgin began with a chilling breath. `` in a house there were two sis. The sisters'father had died recently and their mother remarried to another man. ``

I stopped nibbling and my brows knitted into a blotto frown.

'' This man, unlike their father, never liked the two sisters. He always yelled at them for no patent reason. Their mother did not presume to protect the two young lady from him, fearing that the doomed of this new husband of hers would mean that she had to turn. ``

'' Day by day, the yelling slowly transitioned to hitting. It was subtle at 1st. A unvoiced scag on the nous one day, a fag bud extinguished on the cutis the side by side, a difficult slap across the face. A kick on the back.

'' Of course, the elder sister could not let her piffling baby get hurt. So, she would always try to cover her little sister under her when the beating started. No matter how hard he kicked or how much it hurt, the elder sister made sure as shooting that he never touched her little babe. ``

I clenched my fist, the nails biting into my palm. The hot chocolate bar broke into two under the strength of my clinched fingers. I never knew my mom and auntie were abused during childhood.

'' The little sis always asked why after the whipping. Why would she protect her ? '' aunty Mary scoffed reminiscently. Her centre staring into a distance.

'' Why ? '' I muttered. Hair on the spine of my school principal prickled at the unsettling details of my mother and aunt 's past.

'' Because she loved her. '' she crawled to the edge of the bed and picked up the bottle of wine from the nightstand. With a substantial tug, the bobber popped disembarrass. `` Grab me the glass, will you ? ``

I took the glass and passed it to her. She took it with her free hired man and then poured the content of the bottleful into it.

'' Feeling guilty for being defended all the sentence, the little babe thought up a architectural plan. '' she smiled briefly at me as the spyglass was filled. `` She knew the elder sis needed to let off a little steam. The anger was building up inside the elder sister after every beating and there 's no where for that ira to go. '' she took a prompt gulp from the bottle before carefully plugging it with the cork. She passed the bottleful to me and I placed the bottle on the nightstand.

'' One nighttime, the little sister brought the elder sister down to the basement. The slight sister handed the senior baby a long cane before assuming a kneel position and told the elder sister to hit her. The elderberry bush Sister was shocked, naturally. She could never hurt her minuscule babe and was very foiled at her little sister for doing something like this. '' There was a pause and when I looked up, I saw something in my aunty 's eyes. Happiness.

'' What happened ? '' I could n't help but to ask.

'' The petty Sister told the elder sister that if she did n't hit her, she would truly be hurting her. So, the elder Sister did what the little Sister wanted. '' aunt Mary drained the remaining wine from the glassful. `` At first, she resisted. Her lashes were weak and uncertain. Then, she grew to like it, like the way she was in dominance, like the way she was the one hit and not the one being hit, and about of all, the elder sister like the way the little Sister cried under the abrasive caning. The thinking disturbed her, of course, and she thought the little sister was going to contemn her then. But that 's not the causa. The little baby did not hate her. Instead, the little baby smiled at her and told her to go on. So it went on. Each time their stepfather hit the elder sister, the trivial sister would admit to be caned later that night. ``

'' As the old age went by, whips and craw were added. chain of mountains and shackles were used. And amount of clothing became lesser in an attempt to widen the power gap between the restraint and the controlled. And before the two of them knew it, they had just become the perfect domme and sub. ``

'' My mother was the sub. '' I asked. It was more like a program line than a question.

'' Yes. Indeed she was. I miss her a lot. '' she mustered a watery smile. `` Your mother, Layla. I miss her. '' she placed the chicken feed on the table and grabbed me in for a hug. For a mo, I did n't know what to do. The emotion I felt from my aunt was palpable and I could only remain in quiet. There 's just so much question I wanted to ask about my mom but somehow I knew now was n't the moment to ask.

'' I 'm sorry, Layla. I 'm no-count for bringing you two into this snafu frizzle your mother and I had. '' she sobbed into my shoulder.

I raised my arms and caressed her back as what would a normal somebody do in that situation. `` I 'm sorry too. I should receive told you. '' I said guiltily.

My aunty let off a chuckle before moving me away. bout covered her cheeks. `` No, Layla. I do n't see how you could. And it 's really not your error. It 's mine. I was angry at myself. When I learned that you knew but never reported on me, I was even angrier because I have corrupted you. I 've turned you into me. I was taking it out on you because I was ashamed of myself. For being a bad example, you know. I promised your mom to take upkeep of you two. And I have failed her. I 'm gloomy. ``

My aunt pulled me in for another mean hug. Whatever my female parent and aunt had between them, the abused they endured, made me realise her a little and to some extent, respected her even more. It did n't weigh whose faulting it was at that import. It did n't count what she did to Laura was correct or wrong. All that mattered to me was that we were still one household and we understood each other. With a wry grinning, I whispered the merely words I knew to say at the moment.

'' I guess it is heredity. ``

Chapter 9

I eased onto my chair as I placed my bag on top of the desk. There was still a few minutes before the showtime geological period and the classroom looked like it always did when the teacher was n't here. The flea market.

My stomach still quivered at the thought of having hurt my sister, but the lecture with auntie Mary yesterday had, with the lack of Holy Scripture, alleviated some of those rick. No pun intended. After talking for hours with her and getting to be intimate all about the world of BDSM, all that I did to Laura, all that happened these past few twenty-four hour period, did n't feel bizarre anymore. inferno, it almost felt like family picnic or a misstep to the swimming pool or something. Something like a folk tradition, and albeit slightly out of line from the current morality held by today 's society, I almost felt like by doing this, I was somehow becoming a function of the family.

The green-eyed monster towards Laura 's particular aid she received from my aunt no longer put any proverbial vice around my psyche. I no longer felt like I was the 3rd political party, the peeping tom, and to a certain extent the party crasher. However weird it was, I felt like I was accepted into a group and found somewhere that I belonged.

After telling aunty Mary of my ambition of Amanda, and her witnessing of my sadistic inclination, she had agreed to learn me the art of BDSM. Believe it or not, BDSM was actually an art. Fuck me right ? I wondered what sort of art I could grow Amanda into ? Perhaps an arching hogtie ? With a dildo trench inside her wonderfully spreading pussy ? And a butt plug right in her ...

'' Where were you yesterday ? '' Amanda came out of nowhere. All thoughts was hastily shoved under the proverbial corner of my head.
'' W-what. '' I croaked and felt my impudence began to warm up.

'' What 's wrong ? You sick again ? '' she frowned, her beautiful blue centre glimmered with concern.

'' No. I 'm fine. '' I looked away from her. I had to 50 I could n't give up myself from thinking more of her wearing leather turnup and teat clamps.
'' So where were you ? '' she repeated the inquiry as she took the derriere beside me.

I did n't lie well under duress so I said the first thing that came into my head. `` Laura 's been admitted. ``

'' What ? What happened ? '' she gasped and I wanted to kill myself right then.

'' She uh ... she had a venter flu. '' tinker's dam was that a lame reason.

'' I hope she get well soon. '' she said. I awaited her next actor's line in distress and after she grabbed her bag and took out her schoolbook, I almost sighed in backup man as she said to me, `` Here 's yesterday 's preparation. I 've marked it. ``

Thank god she did not ask to chew the fat. I could n't imagine what would go on if she did. It 's not like I can ask my auntie if my practiced friend could tag along to this 'art'club of hers to pay Laura a visit and later on found out that the reason Laura was admitted because I fucked her up too much. I would give to come up with excuse and now, I was n't in the right condition to make one up.

Amanda was simply too distracting. Despite the sloppy jeans and the unsympathetic sweatshirt she had on her, I had never failed to mark the smasher beneath the pall material like most guys did. I had seen it with my own middle during one of the many occasion inside the safety of the female person toilets. I was surprised to say the least, when I first spotted the D 's she were rocking underneath those ungodly clothing she always wore. She had a decent ass too if it were n't for those jeans ruining everything.

'' Why do you always wear like your grandad ? '' I asked. It would have been overnice if she could put on something from this century. And I was n't joking either. One would be surprised by the similarity of option of outfit after looking at her sept photo.

'' No, I do not. '' she argued.

'' Yes you do. Sweatshirt. Baggy jeans. It 's like you are trying not to stand out or something. '' I said as I studied her face which was partially covered by the slightly out of spot blonde crinkly mane. Her sassing looked delectable from this side and an range of her munching on my pussy flashed in front end of me.

'' Maybe I am. '' she said playfully.

'' You know, I would pay money to see you in a mini dress. '' I said before realizing how inappropriate that was. A sudden tingly sensation swarmed my nether region as the figure of Amanda in skimpy glittering fatal outfit, breasts barely covered, half of her passably ass exposed, formed in my head.

'' Yeah right, and do I have to crouch over and let you stuff a two dollar bill bill between my cleavage too ? Or should I dump the scanty and give you a show. '' she scoffed sarcastically. To my overplus, I almost say yes. Almost. On the smart side, at least I was n't the just one affected because Bill a ass in nominal head of us snapped backwards and said to her that he would gladly do so. Amanda rolled her heart and told our little eavesdropping protagonist to piss off.

grade began soon after and fortunately so. I was about to have got my panty changed if the talk of how Amanda should prune went on. Even as Mr. William Schwenk Gilbert, our history teacher, began to drone on about the Aztec and the Spanish Conquistador, I still needed to try really hard not to conjure up offbeat image of Amanda.
Since today was Tuesday, Amanda only shared the kickoff two periods with me. After she left for encourage placement in maths, I was alone again and it was much easier not to think of her anymore.

The rest of the day went on like it used to. boring lectures after boring lectures. I took some billet but it really was just some scribbling on my notebook. In fact, I spent half of the day wondering about Laura and her recovery. The former half I spent on cerebration of the affair auntie Mary was going to teach me. When I thought about the stuff I was going to learn, I was empty-headed, and well, really really ruttish. I tried not to conceive of things too much as I did n't want to wet my pantie and judgement by how randy my imagination could quickly suit, my panties getting wet was the least of my worries.

When school was over, aunty Mary came to convey me back. At initiatory, I thought it was going to be awkward, with all that 'fucking'going on in the house, like literally. And even though after our talk yesterday night, I still was n't entirely for certain if my aunty was really going to be subject with me about everything that she had come to have a go at it. But when she came to me with a smile and asked me of my school like any parent would ask to her baby, the stiffness melted away. It was just like how it used to be.

The ride home was rather enlightening as I asked her about her node. She did n't really severalize me much, due to the confidentiality she had agreed on, but she did part some sordid details with me like how many client she had to take fear of on a day.

'' That really depends. If affair are slow, perhaps two or three. But during peak season, eight. '' she shrugged.

'' There are pinnacle time of year ? '' I asked incredulously.

'' Christmas, Thanksgiving. '' she wagged her brows. `` Halloween. ``

I burst into laughter. `` Halloween ? Do you let to put on a costume. ``

'' I was once dressed as the Wicked pansy from Snow White. '' she laughed.

'' And let me guess, Snow gabardine had her ass spanked. '' I said.

'' Not at all. '' she shook her top dog purposefully. `` It was the huntsman. ``

'' What ? I thought you only look at with daughter. '' I snorted in disbelief. I thought my auntie was all gallon and no cat. But then again, I never really cognize my auntie. It was comforting to peach to my aunt so casually about her dealings. And I got the flavour that she too enjoyed telling them to me, like she finally had someone to share the matter she did. For years she had been with us, this was the first base clip she actually felt more like a bestfriend to me than a caregiver.

'' wellspring, I do need something alert in me once in a while. '' her lips quirked up at the corner. `` oral presentation of that, have you ? You know. Done it ? ``

'' You mean have I done it with a guy ? ``

'' Yes. Have you ? ``

'' No. '' I shook my head. Albeit my brazen behavior I displayed on my sister, I was never really sexually driven before that dark down in the basement. `` Would you want me to try ? ``

'' I would n't personally want you to try. No. '' she laughed. `` Your mother would roll in her tomb. ``

'' I think after what had happened, she probably already did. '' my stomach twisted at the disapproving face my mother would give birth if she 's still alive.
'' Yes. She probably did. '' my aunty 's voice turned easy, almost sorry. `` But she would be happy as long as you are. ``

I drew in a deep breather and decided that what 's done was done. There 's no head crying over disgorge Milk River. After a shortstop moment of silence, I finally asked the question that had long plagued me since yesterday. `` Aunt Mary, how did my female parent encounter my father ? ``

auntie Mary let out a short jape and shook her head in incredulity. `` Well, she met him in the club. ``

'' That club ? ``

'' Yes. Sweetheart. That nightclub. ``

'' Did my father hit my female parent ? '' I speculated only to realize how badly that sounded. `` I mean, like the way you hit Laura. You know. '' I quickly added. My dad loved my mom to decease. I could remember the smiles they had for each others when they were still alive and I knew they could n't let faked those.

My aunty looked at me as if she was trying to approximate my reaction. Perhaps she was trying to see if I was ready for the result. When she was satisfied with what she saw, she nodded.

'' Yes, Layla. You dad hit your mom all the fourth dimension. And she loved it. '' she said reminiscently.

'' Even after we were born ? '' wonder had piqued me and it would be a pity to just stop asking from there.

'' Even while your mom was carrying Laura. ``

'' diddly-shit. '' I hissed in disbelief.

'' Language, Layla. ``

'' But she was meaning. '' I ignored the her maternal word of advice. To imagine my dad would hit my mom while she was pregnant was simply too much.

'' There are heap of ways to 'hit'individual, Layla. Some ways are purely to cause pain. While others would make masses like your mom beg for more. Your dad could scald your mom all day and she would still be begging for it. ``

I found that hard to think. But even as I questioned the morals of it, it did sound variety of kinky to be spanked while carrying a child. I would n't really desire it but it would be a lie if I said I would n't even debate trying it. My mom, on all four, being whipped by my dad all over her soundbox. I shivered at the thought.
'' Do you want to try it ? '' I heard my aunt asked and something churned inside me.

'' L-like ... Laura ? '' I croaked nervously.

'' Yes. Like Laura. All bound and naked and exposed, blindfolded and gagged. '' she gave me a knowing smile. `` And trapped under the house for the whole night. ``

My slit clenched at the thought. I would suffer pressed my thighs together if my aunt was n't constantly looking over me. My nipples, on the other hand, betrayed me like two little traitor they were. My aunty obviously saw them as she gave me a diminished grin.

'' B-but I thought you want to teach me the art of BDSM. '' I tried to remain calm but my voice cracked mid sentence.

'' To learn, you first need to experience. '' her face then darkened. `` A domme with no experience is like a toddler with a gun. Oklahoman or later, you are going to get someone killed. It 's far too gentle for an inexperience domme to fill things overboard. You need to feel it first hand in order to emphatize with the sub. And when you can truly sense what they feel and how they want to feel, that 's when you will be a good domme. And a safety one at that too. '' she elaborated with an air of self-confidence, as if this was n't the first time she had given such talk.

'' O-okay. '' I stuttered. `` B-but, can I keep my underwear on ? '' Both fearfulness and anticipation coursed through my dead body and I believed the latter was quickly winning over the former.

After some deep consideration, my auntie nodded. The conversation ended there and I had this feeling that the silence was deliberate. Without conversations to distract me from my growing uneasiness, my organic structure slowly warmed as lust crept into my core. I could only go along my breathing as controlled as possible despite the fact that my heart was pounding like a chinese war metal drum. My aunt, the very cleaning lady sitting right next to me, was going to give me the beating that I would never forget.

Chapter 10

When we got home, my aunt brought me some meat loaf. I always liked her meat loaf. It was juicy, unlike most people who tended to overcook them and drying the good opus of inwardness until it had the Lapp texture as wood chips. But today, I had no appetite to stomach that piece of juicy goodness. My mind was burning itself out and my stomach felt like a mess of gull, high on fling, fluttering their wings.

'' I 'm not hungry. '' I said while trying to keep my legs from pressing against one another.

'' You need to eat, Layla. '' she said without looking away from the stunner that she 's washing.

'' But how can I eat when ... .when ... ''

'' When what ? '' she turned around with a quirked lips.

'' When ... '' When I know you are going to flog me. I could n't finish the sentence. It was too embarrassing to even say that because here I was, sitting rightfulness following to a char whom wanted to paddle the shit out of me, and felt all horny anticipating for it.

'' Layla, you will need to stop you meal. Or you will rue it. '' the last words were laced with so much terror I shivered at the sound of them.

Knowing what my aunty was capable, I did n't defy to try and find out. So, I stuffed a musical composition of meatloaf into my oral cavity and downed it with some orange tree juice. After finishing my meal, leaving only a piece of deformed tomato at the side, I gave my aunt the plate for her to wash.

'' Go up stairs and get a shower. Do n't wash your hair. '' she gave my ass a light swat as she shooed me from the kitchen counterpunch. Even though the swat mean warmheartedness, I still felt the electricity eminating from the spot she touched. `` And one more matter, Layla. ``

'' Yes ? ``

'' Do n't touch yourself. '' she said with a smirk.

I blushed instantly and before I could embarrass myself in front of my aunt, I ran up the stairs. I took a agile shower, seeing that I would most likely be sweating again real soon, I did n't chafe to slather my body with products. I did however washed my trunk with soap because I did n't want to smell like a wet dog while being whipped.

The underwear survival of the fittest was a little cunning though. I did n't need to put on a flimsy cotton plant underwear that looked like I bought it for a criminal bank discount.

Technically, my aunty bought it. Nevertheless, I did n't want to look too shabby for my first BDSM experience. So I picked a cute light green panty with a half cup matching bra to go on with. A short-circuit blue jean pants and a round neck t-shirt completed the tout ensemble and I was good to go.

When I got down, my aunt was no longer in the kitchen. I looked around a bit but the empty house soon suggested one theory. She was down at the basement. And true up enough, the room access to the basement was unbarred. I took the stairs down and each whole tone felt like my meat was going to set off. I was, after all, walking into a lioness den.

As I walked past the leather covered bench, I was reminded of Laura 's experience during that night. Her pussy was spanked, whipped, and penetrated with an assortment of tools right on this very terrace. Her red and sore pussy was suggestive of Aunt Mary 's mercy, which was rarely seen during the days she spent with Laura. But then again, Laura did n't really beg for mercy anyway.

I saw the open hatch and approached it with caution. I looked down at the ladder steps, each atomic number 26 bar lower was me nearer to getting my ass covered with welts. Did I want this ? Was this even right ? My Einstein screamed for me to run the other way. But my nitty-gritty and pussy both anchored me to the desire I so truly wanted to execute. Sucking in a rich breath, I climbed down to the occult room.

When I turned around, my breadbasket knotted. Aunt Mary, doned in a brilliantly red leather minidress that allowed an ample perspective of her breast and her luscious wooden leg, stood proudly on her matching gamey heels. She had put on some make up, making her seemed even more horrific. A riding crop bent between her iron clad grips.

Despite the dominating aura coming off her that could have warned target five Admiralty mile away, I could n't help oneself but to gravitate towards her. My wooden leg walked by themselves, my men gripping at the hem of my shirt, and my intellect could n't cogitate straight.

'' You look stunning. Aunt Virgin Mary. '' I complimented breathlessly as I approached her.

'' Thank you. Layla. '' she tilted her head teacher and flipped her fuzz back like it was some shampoo ads. `` Now, strip. ``

I swallowed hard. My mamilla, tamed by the rain shower I just took, once again hardened into tight core. My pussy cliched at the emptiness and my heart fluttered madly in my chest.

first-class honours degree, I took off my t-shirt, revealing my half cup bras. I dropped the shirt to the background before unbuttoning my blue jean short circuit. My fingers trembled in expectation, making the unbuttoning rather challenging. It did n't make it slowly when the air in the secret elbow room seemed to have dropped various degrees. When I got the button off, I pulled down my pants and then stepped out of it.

'' trade good. cum here. '' she motioned with her index finger.

I went to her. Even though I was still in my underclothing, something my aunt had seen me in countless of sentence, I was still unbelievably embarassed. My cheek flamed up despite my well efforts to chill out down.

'' Do you trust me ? '' she asked.

'' Y-yes. '' I struggled with the word.

'' goodness. Now, usher me your deal. ``

I did as told. My auntie pulled out a leather handcuff and began strapping them around my wrists.

'' Do you bed why we do n't use police handlock ? '' she asked while deligently easing the strap into the buckle.

'' No. Why ? '' I asked breathily.

'' So that the sub does n't wound herself during the struggle. '' she casted me a foul smile and my stomach dropped.

Once she had my articulatio radiocarpea secured, she grabbed one of the overhead chains, which I always had thought to be some kind of decor to set the humor, and pulled it down. Skillfully, she wound the chain around the connexion of the cuffs a couple of times and the locked the chain with a magazine that mountain climbers often used.
'' When using chains, make sure the mountain chain is right secure. '' she tugged on the chain and my paw jerked forward. `` And always, Layla, always have a master to install the pulley-block system for you. '' she planted a chaste kiss on my forehead.

She walked a few stone's throw back and took the remote control by the nightstand. When she pressed a push button, a soft whirring audio permeated the room and the Sir Ernst Boris Chain slowly being pulled up. I tried to crusade the pull but it was much Sir Thomas More impregnable than me. Soon, my deal were pulled up and before I knew it, I was on my toes.
'' I never see you use this on Laura before. '' I remarked with surprised.

'' There are plenty of things in this elbow room that you do n't know. Layla. '' she said curtly while wasting no time to shackle my articulatio talocruralis. With a press of the dominance, I felt a tug on both of my ankles. Shockingly, they were tugged apart. I yelped in surprise as I felt more and more expose. When the chains stopped tugging, my pegleg were so wide apart that I was barely touching the ground anymore.

With my legs far apart and my panty barely the security against whatever aunt Mary had planned for me, my pussy began to wet itself. I tried to skin but the restraints felt superbly robust. Almost like it could view as a total grown man, let alone a flyspeck blond girl like me.

'' Now, here 's a ballgag. '' she held one end of the strap, leaving the bollock punctuated with holes dangled in front of me. `` These holes are so that sub can breath easily. Especially when they start to cry. When you cry, your intrude gets blocked. Without proper external respiration, a sub can have much more than she bargained for. You can always use alternatives like spell of cloth or good old manner duct tape, but only if you are sure that your sub is entirely okay with it and that she will not cry. If she cries, you pull off the gag, understood ? ``

I nodded.

'' I 'm going to put this on you. It taste a small like ... well ... like plastic. '' she pressed the ball against my lips. I opened my sassing and took in the clump. She went behind me and began fastening the straps. While she tightened the ball around me, I tested out her explanation. Despite the tightness, I could really breath normally through my oral cavity. And it really did taste like plastic.

I tried to verbalize and was astounded by the unintelligible sound coming out of my mouth. My tongue was pressed down and it was slightly uncomfortable to give my tongue not able to locomote like it used to. I kept gnashing on the Ball too with it being such a tight fit. And all these new experiences excited me More than watching Laura getting fucked.

'' And here 's the blindfold. '' she whipped a man of mordant fabric around my eyes and the world instantly turned saturnine. When she was done, I could n't consider how practically I began to feel the surround.

The slowly moving air in the way coursed through my half naked organic structure, sending tingles all over my body. The slow breathing strait from my auntie as well as mine told me that there 's really no one here early than us. That there 's no one else that could help me and I was at the clemency of my aunt.

'' Now that we have this little sub tightly bound and secure, '' her spokesperson circled around me, `` where should I pip first ? ``

Her voice reverberated through my tegument and every strand of nerve stood at attending for an impending strike. Where ? That was a good question. I really did n't know. And not knowing where she would hit made me even more aware of my surrounding.

My pussy cried in pain as the tip of the craw landed on it with a smack. I yelped in surprised. The leather handlock bit into my skin as I squirmed in painful sensation and pleasure.

'' Your panties is soaked, my little pet. '' she whispered into my ear, the tip of the crop was run along the crevice of my wet sex.

The harvest disappeared and soon after, a loud smack echoed across the room. It took me a while to realize where I was hit. The confidence trick on my ass slowly burned and as the pain took form, the crop landed on my unprotected pussycat once more. My thighs shook uncontrollably trying to harbour my womanly physical body. The futile attempt only invoked another smack rightfield in the heart of it.

I trembled and anticipated for another tap as the crop left my skin, but was strangely frustrated when the craw landed uneventfully on my stomach. I should have screamed and yelled for service. This was morally incorrect and I should need to run away. Yet, each osculation of the crop only made me even wetter.
'' Do you like that, pet ? '' My aunt cooed. The crop glided precariously along the midsection of my stomach.

I nodded my drumhead and was quickly awarded with a smack on my breadbasket. The scag was so strong, I squealed in a mixture of suffering and delight. Two of which I had no theme could be so invigorate when mixed. Not able to see made things even more unpredictable and more so deliciously better. My snatch was literally dripping right now as I felt wetness gliding down my thighs.

'' My my, your snatch is leaking, dear. Let 's see if we can stop it. '' I felt her warm breath on my tum. The length of the crop was pressed against my slit. When the craw was pulled back, my body tensed for the impact. Sure enough, a loud nose drops punctuated the silence in the way and my pussy felt like it was burning.

Then, in succession, my backbone was showered with smacks. Each savour tough than the last, causing me to wail louder into the gag. Then, my thigh were next. Inner and outer, it did n't subject as she peppered them with the crop and when she was done, landing dozens of redspots all over my organic structure, I was panting and writhing in heat.

'' Let 's see how big you 've grown. '' she said cryptically. I did n't hump what she was talking about until my bras fell off and my backbreaking pap were exposed to the cold-blooded air.

'' That 's a C, pet. '' she gauged, grabbing my entrust knocker in her soused clench. The pad of her thumb brushed across my tit. Tiny fireworks erupted between my legs and I really did n't handle if she had pulled my bras off right that instance.

With my breasts now no longer protected by the inflexible loving cup of the bras, my aunt brought the anger of the crop down upon them. I whimpered at each flavour, particularly louder when the harvest hit my tender nipples. When she was done with reddening my breasts, she grabbed one of them and ran her tongue over the one of them. I almost came right there and then. But the sozzled squeeze of my chest reminded that I had no command over my torso. My aunt was the one in control.

The fail nipple, however, was not met with the same discussion. My aunt ran her fingers over the tight nub, and once she had the nub between her index finger digit and thumb, she pinched hard on it. I yelped at the agony induced pleasance as both of my pap were subjected to opposite forces.

'' That was your penalization for hurting Laura. '' she said as she released my frustrate nipple. `` Now, let 's have some fun down there. ``

I writhed listening to her deeply voice. My pussy quivered, almost as if it was begging to be attended to. Every in of my skin prickled with unreleased lust, waiting for the right moment, for the right-hand reservoir of ignition, to combust.

Then, my blindfold was pulled off. The piercing light blinded me momentarily. As my eyes adjusted to the brightness, the gag was also pulled off from my mouth. Once I could see again, I saw a twosome of scissors in my aunt 's hand. On the early deal was a ping twist that looked like a tiny little weird dope with one side of it missing.

'' Do you want me to cut your panties ? '' she said with a dark tone. A tone that promised even more pleasure.

I nodded profusely.

'' No, pet. Tell me what you want. '' she growled.

'' Cut my panties. '' I breathlessly said.

'' Said it properly, pet. I 'm your schoolmarm. How do you beg ? ``

The submissive image of my sister zipped through my mind.

'' Please, Mistress. Please cut my panty. '' I mewled helplessly.

'' commodity, pet. '' she said and pulled my panty by the waistband. With two warm clipping, my panties was yanked out from my wet genitalia and brought in front of me. `` Look at the wad you 've made. ``

The full plane section of the panties was soaked. I writhed helplessly at the sight of the Testament to my arousal.

'' open up your mouth. '' she demanded. She shoved the wet cloth into my mouthpiece until I was once again gagged. `` That 's the appreciation of you pussy. ``

It was salty and musty. And there 's a little Weird flavor that I had never tasted before. A tenuous rancor perhaps ? I did n't know. But I certainly did n't mind tasting my own arousal. In fact, it only made me even wetter between my legs.

'' This is a modified Hitachi sceptre. '' she brought the pink object and waved it in front end of me. When she clicked on the switch, the head of the tiny device vibrated violently. My pussy clenched and I was n't sure it wanted it or afraid of it. Probably both.

'' They invented this to help old people massage their own back. '' she shrugged. `` But some ethnic music decided to put it between their legs and voila, you have the most popular sex toy in the man. ``

'' I have a full phase of the moon size of it Hitachi wand in there somewhere. '' she nodded at the cabinet that she kept all her tools. `` Do you know why I chose a minuscule one ? '' she asked salaciously while running the vibrating head from one nipple to the other.

I shook my head and closed my eyes, wanting to experience the oblivion brought by the blindfold a instant ago. I felt the vibrating head moved scummy and lower and depleted, leaving a lead of Henry Sweet burning sensation along the length of my body, until it passed my bellybutton, and only then did I understand her query. I opened my eyes astray and stared at the vibrating foreland that 's moving further away from my eyes and nearer to my wet cunt. That affair did n't look so tiny anymore.

'' Do n't worry, it will fit. '' she remarked, running the buzzing drumhead along my wet crevice. I jerked against the constraint, my muscles contracted involuntarily, as the tempestuous drumhead glided over my clitoris.

'' Are you ready, pet ? '' she murmured salaciously. The vibrating tip was pressed against my wet opening, poised for penetration.

I swallowed down a rising nervousness. Am I set up ? Of course not ! But it did n't weigh whether or not if I was fix. The question was, would Aunt Mary spare my puss from the violent looking device ? The solution to that query was quickly revealed when the vibrator sank into me, burrowed inside my puckered pussy.

I arched my back and squealed through my panties. My entire torso shuddered at the forceful encroachment. I could see white and almost thought I was going to pass out. When my auntie pulled it back out, my body felt like it had lost all its get-up-and-go and my head hanged on my shoulder.

'' When your maw is a little more ... used ... we will go with the existent wand. '' she suggested and pushed the vibrating brain back inside. My puss clenched around the raging thing as if it was fighting for its life sentence. Then, climax began to form over the horizon as my arousal was brought to a feverish peak. I looked down at my auntie, whom was kneeling right now, and watched her helping hand undulating between my legs. The mean vibrator glided in and out of those tormented lips.

'' Do you want to come ? '' she asked patronizingly. So lots so that a formula mortal would be offended without a uncertainty. But, clearly, I was not a normal person.
I nodded profusely as my body trembled with need. Yes, I fucking need an climax. I would have shouted that if my backtalk was n't gagged.

'' Then, fall. My pet. '' when those words hit me, my eubstance shook violently to a breaker point the chains rattled. And then, as if being possessed, I arched my back, my optic rolled back, and a low guttural phone that I did n't trust I could make reverberated through my panties. My pussy erupted, current of transparent fluid gushed out of my pussy as orgasm was forced out of me.

'' Look at the kettle of fish you 've made, Layla. '' she smirked.

When the orgasm died down, my promontory hung forwards and I fell. The only when affair keeping me up was my restraint. My heart fluttered to stay clear. I saw my aunt, still kneeling, still toying with my snatch. When she realized that my orgasm was already long ended, she killed the vibrator and set it on the floor.
'' Let 's see how much more succus we can get out of you. '' she said, her eyes transfixed on my chthonian region. Then, as if mesmerized by it, she drew closer in between my legs. Her lip puckered out and I felt it. I felt her warmly intimation flowing through the wet skin between my legs. I felt the tenderness of her lips pressing against my gap. From the top looking down, it was almost as if she was making out with my pussy.

Then, she truly did realize out with it. Her tongue pushed into the slick figure and religiously tasting my inside. I hissed in staring pleasance, my body once again was brought to its former aroused state. The shackles around my ankles only served as a reminder that I could n't lay off this even if I wanted to. And I did n't want to block up this.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the movement inside me, tasting me, feeling me, touching me. When the tip of the spit touched a certain section of me, I jerked involuntarily.

'' That 's your g-spot. Pet. '' she remarked tentatively before resuming her affectionateness for my spread pussy. Her lip parted mine, her tongue drove deeper into me. And when she had tasted the profoundness, she surfaced for the flesh, sucking in my vulva in between her lips hard before letting it go with a pop.

It went on and on and when my trunk soon reached its climax, I came once again and a littler measure of fluid shot out from my opening. Aunt Mary simply mouthed over my porta, trapping every hold out drop of it inside her. She did n't stop there though. She parted my twat with her fingers, only to stuck her glossa further down to sop up out the shoemaker's last few drops of my juice.

'' Such lovely puss. You sure you want to turn a domme ? '' my auntie stood up and met me in the eyes.

The very question that I had asked myself rather frequently ever since that nighttime Laura was here was suddenly compellingly profound. I did n't know being a sub could be even more gratifying than being a domme. Yes, the domme had mastery, but it was the sub that truly felt everything in the relationship. After the two epos sexual climax, I almost wanted to interchange my mind. Almost. However, I wanted Amanda to be my sub more. So I shook my head.

'' Shame. You would receive made a proficient sub. '' she shrugged and the sound of quiver once again permeated the muteness. I looked down and saw the garden pink little miserly thing was awake in Aunt Blessed Virgin 's hand. I quickly looked at her and shook my heading. Two heroic coming was already one too many !

'' I 've been dealing with twat when you were n't even born yet, pet. '' she whispered into my ear, one arm around my waist and holding me stringent. The vibrating headway was pressed against my already sore cunt. `` Let me differentiate you a secret. It takes much more than to die a pussy. ``

The vibrator plunged oceanic abyss inside me.

'' Much. ``

I jerked upwards at another forceful plunge.

'' Much. ``

My pussy gaped at another hard blow.

'' More. ``

The vibrator slammed onto my cervix.

Chapter 11

I woke up and found myself naked on the bed. One quick look around me was enough to make me realize that I was still in the secret room. Clumsily, I shuffled out of the comfort of the soft mattress and tip-toed across the frozen floor to contact my clothes, which were placed neatly on top of the cabinet. I grabbed the mobile phone from the scoop of my denim drawers and was shocked by the time displayed on the covert. It was already eleven o'clock. That meant I had slept through the entire afternoon.

Once I 'd put on my clothes, much to my discouragement that I was n't wearing any panty, I went up the ladder. My shoulder ached at each step I climbed and the ache reminded me of what had transpired within this secret confinement several minute ago. As I walked up the flight of stairs my thighs protested at every step of the way. I could find out sound of conversations coming from the animation way. I opened the door and poked my head through the gap and saw my aunt sitting on the couch watching something on the television.

She was in her usual sleepwear, a shortsighted jogging pant and a pajamas top. The blatantly outlandish latex paint minidress was gone and the once domineer woman had disappeared, in her wake was an ordinary charwoman that seemed like she would n't even ache a fly. When she saw me, her lips curved into a warm smile.

'' Come here. '' she patted on the shock absorber beside hers.

This woman had seen be naked and had smacked the living netherworld out of me with a riding harvest just hours ago. How could she feel so calm about it ? Her demure demeanor only made me more cognisant of my embarrassment. With my fountainhead hung low, I lumbered towards her while trying my best not to crimson.
'' How are you feeling ? '' she asked while looking up and down my body with concern.

'' Not too bad. A short ache here and there. '' I muttered.

'' Only a niggling ? '' she cocked an eye.

'' My crotch ached More than just a petty though. '' I bit my lips in embarrassment.

'' I guess it should. You did come six times. '' she gave me a knowing smile and my tummy quivered at the memory.

'' In my defense, I did n't desire that. '' I protested and it was the truth. `` I did n't really get a choice with all my limb securely bound. ``

'' Oh, but you did love it, did n't you ? '' she chuckled.

'' Well. Like I say, I did n't give a choice. '' I felt my side grew warmer as stock rushed in.

'' OK, truelove. You did n't have a choice. '' she patted on my capitulum. `` That aside, your shoulder joint, how do they feel ? ``

'' A little bit slopped. '' I rolled my shoulder to make a point.

'' Stiff is good. As long as it 's not atrocious, that should be alright. Now, here 's what you should know about the human body. '' she turned on her tush so that she was now facing me directly. I did the Lapplander too and faced her. `` Other than your head, every extension of your body should always be lower than your kernel. For instance, I had your branch raised above your heading. How did they palpate after a patch ? A short numb ? A little achy ? ``

I nodded.

'' That 's because your heart is not evolved to append blood with your hired hand above your head, at least not for tenacious periods of fourth dimension. The grounds you feel numb is because your blood oxygen tier in your raised limb is no longer optimal. Prolong raising of arms can moderate to apathy and sometimes it can also do make up of lactic acid, leading to muscle aching. Furthermore, with only your arms supporting the weight of your entire body like how I did to you, shoulder injuries can and will fall out without proper oversight. Always remember not to provide a suspended sub unattended. ``

'' okeh. '' I said.

'' BDSM is a power bid. Not a secret plan of dying. So, any sort of body process that will result in immediate danger should never be attempted. Do you understand ? ``
'' Yes. '' I nodded.

'' trade good. '' she moved her indicant finger in a orbitual motion. `` go around. ``

I did and as soon as my back was facing my aunt, two skillful hands began to massage my shoulder joint sword. I sighed as the ache gradually faded into a soothing warmth.

'' Alright, a lilliputian intro into BDSM. I 'm sure you know what BDSM stands for, am I right ? `` my aunt said as her knuckle began to run up and down along my spine, leaving a trait of worshipful backup in their wake.

I nodded again. Bondage Domination Sadism Masochism.

'' But do you sleep together why it feels so good to act on it ? ``

I shook my nous.

'' There are many reasons but according to evolutionary psychologists, being prevalent and being submissive are the most integral parts of mating during the dawn of our specie. Before marriage was even a affair, before humans could even say anything apprehensible, much LE to hold their philia through those three little words we used so ubiquitously, there are two room man could get a woman to reproduce with him. Firstly, the man showed himself as a feasible mate, usually through the show of wealth or social standing, and attracted the heart of the physical object of his affection. Secondly, which also tended to be the more endure method between the two, was to adopt her by force.

'' While chiefs and their cronies attracted countless of women into their harem with crates of imagination under the arbitrary throne in which they sat on, the huge majority of men could not open such privilege. Seeing as how nature tends to do the things that requires the least energy and that humans are born from nature, it is only instinctive for us to do the thing the Saami way as nature does. Raping certainly required much less energy than hording in resources and accumulating social standing. In short, men raped, or to put it in a more historically slump full term, dominated their better half.

'' fair sex, over the clock time of being used as reproductive tool, evolved over clip as well since only the more submissive fair sex could actually be impregnated, bearing minor of a dominant man, while the more aggressive I were either killed or ran off. These predominant men and submissive charwoman were our ascendent by prominent. We inherited their traits, their DNAs and therefore in role, we inherited their psychological behavior.

'' Of row, taking a woman by force in today 's time and age would most certainly upshot in the man being jailed and because of that it was no longer 'energetically'feasible for a man to simply rape a woman to multiply. But the imprint of our ascendant are still there. We are still the slave of our primal instinct. The very replete that has ensured the selection of our metal money up till this date. The very instinct that is etched irrevocably into our DNA.

'' That is not to say that there is n't any predominant woman at all out there. I am a prime example of that. The Poisson 's statistical distribution of man sexual traits always has an upper berth and let down centile ; no thing how small-scale the chances are, there 's bound to be some out there that does n't fit the full general trend. By that Lapp logic, there are slavish men too, since not all men are created equal. '' I heard her chuckled from behind and I could n't help but to smile at the sexual innuendo of men 's penis sizes.

'' So, BDSM is n't just an act of the wicked minded, as nearly of the bon ton is quickly to judge as such, but rather it 's a way of peering into the sexual behavior of our root, to let out our most fleshly desire shaped through eons of reproductive successiveness forged between the prevailing and the submissive. We are the issue of that and BDSM is one of the keepsake of our distant past times. Reliving that souvenir gives us a sense of conversance so deeply profound to us that we could n't help but to be enthralled by it. That 's why it feels good, Layla. To hold and to be controlled. ``

I gaped at my aunty for what must be a very recollective sentence because my aunt laughed.

'' It 's just like you 've said, it 's heredity. `` my auntie quipped. `` It 's hard to realise for now. But in time, Layla, those Holy Writ will make signified. ''

'' Okay. '' I nodded but not entirely convinced that I will be able-bodied to realise all that had been said. I knew we evolved from monkeys. Everything else, like how psychology is forged through evolution, was completely beyond my comprehension.

'' Here, lie down on the couch. '' she stood up from her seat, emptying the couch for me. I did as told and lie on my belly. Her expert custody once again found my dorsum and the massage continued. I shuddered in delight at each pleasant-tasting cause of her script.

'' Let 's lecture about something else then. Let 's see. Yes. There are a few types of subs. '' aunt Virgin Mary began. `` There are those that prefer soft core. A spank here and whip there is all there 's to their kinky sexual orientation. These U-boat prefer thing to be slow and sensual. And they love being touched. ''

She got that right. I moaned again at her cutaneous senses.

'' Then there are those that can handle a little more penalisation. '' she elaborate further. `` mammilla clamps and electric shocks are in the list of gimmick they preferred. When being caned, they want to throw their skin ridden with oceanic abyss welts. Being fucked hard, really hard, much harder than what I did to you this afternoon, was their way of having a good meter. Usually, they have a bent for being treated like finish striver, abused and degraded in the most degrade direction. ``

'' Like my mom ? '' I interjected.

'' Yes, Layla. Like your mom. And if I have n't misjudge your sister, I 'm passably sure she heading to this category as well. '' she chuckled softly. `` Then we have the heavy weight champions of BDSM. They take things very seriously and the trauma they suffer are equally good as their committal. While dominants like me prefer to proceed our subs unscathed, these punishing weighting will beg to be hurt physically. A lick to their abdomen is like a Dec 25 present to them. And they like to be injured, sometimes with device as devious as a meat claw. ``

'' Like the I in a bungler workshop ? '' I asked in surprise. That crotchet was at to the lowest degree half an inch thick.

'' Yes. Exactly. These hoagie like to see their own blood. They are also the most bad subs to handle. If a dominant is inexperienced, he or she is sure to be fooled by these subs apparent comfort despite the fact they are in real danger. I 've handled a few of these and I hope I never have one assigned to me again. They are the worse subs, they are too suicidal for their own good. These are the kind of Cuban sandwich that will never complaint about things going incorrectly. And the dom has to be really observant to make certainly the harm they get does n't end up having them in a eubstance bag. ``

'' What about me ? What eccentric of subs I would be ? '' I turned my head around and looked at my aunt.

'' I 've only spent a day with you, Layla. It 's too early on to tell but I can see to it you that you obviously are n't one of the heavy weights. '' she shook her head. `` The fact that you wanted me to stop after only coming twice was a will to that. '' her lips formed into a smile. I turned back and planted my face on the cushion.
'' Then there are all sorts of use that can be used to spice up things up. '' she went on. `` doctor and patient role. police and thief. teacher and students. sentry duty and prisoner. Owner and pet. Sex trafficker and sex slave. I 've seen many through the years. Too many to list out for you. ``

'' Do you favour the use of owner and pet ? '' I speculated, since she kept calling me pet throughout my innovation to this perversely delectable art called BDSM.

'' Yes, I am. But of course of instruction, I can always change my part to suit my client 's need. '' she waggled her brows.

'' The Wicked Queen. '' I laughed.

'' Exactly. '' she chuckled. `` To make things special, doms do specialize in certain flair. Sort of like how a chef has his or her own signature dish, a dom has some sort of signature play too. ``

'' For instance ? What 's your signature play. ``

'' Well, my key signature is forcing my sub to take multiple orgasms in a inadequate meter. I am also skilled at teasing zep, especially if they are males, denying them of their spill for as long as their consistence can set aside. That 's just me. Some prefer to use machine. Some prefer to use electric impact. Some play with excrement too. ``

'' They play with shit. '' I snapped in horror.

'' There are a lot of weird things out there. '' my auntie shrugged. `` You have n't even scratched the airfoil. Some even has kidnapping play where the dom kidnaps the sub, tie the sub in an give up building, and use the sub for days. ``

'' Wow ! '' I gasped in surprise at the assortment of styles.

'' So there you have it. Lessons of the day. '' Her handwriting left my rachis and when I turned to look, she was walking towards the kitchen. `` Come, you must be hungry. ``

After the meal, aunty Madonna told me more about the safety of thrall. Although it was relatively easy to tie up a person, as she proudly demonstrated with dental dental floss on a incapacitated slight baked potato, the difficult part was to tie the ropes just tight enough to immobilize the sub, but not too tight to a point that it caused blood confinement. Paleness of the tegument often meant stock restriction and she warned me to ascertain that there was no visible egg white smirch when tying someone up. As I listened to her, I wondered how it would feel to be that adust spud right then.

'' Knots are really tricky. They need to be slow enough to extricate and it must never fasten itself up when the sub struggle. Some knots do tighten when pulled so you need to be heedful. I will instruct ... '' her voice faded, prompting me to look away from the tied white potato vine. When my eyes met hers, I cocked my brow at the exacerbate look on her face.

'' What ? '' I asked.

'' You were n't listening. ``

'' I was. '' I retorted.

'' No, you were looking at this poor minuscule potato. '' she patted the said potato.

'' I was looking at the demonstration. ``

'' You seemed more interested in becoming the demo yourself. '' she cocked an eye and the recess of her back talk formed a awry smile.

'' No, I did not. '' I turned away and before my cheeks flushed to a rosy red, I walked to fridge and pretended to get some pee. My aunt came to me and pulled me into an embrace.

'' Layla, if you are too abash to even admit that you want to try it, you will never turn a domme. Or even a sub for that matter. '' aunty Mary muttered into the crook of my neck. `` Do you want to try it ? ``

My stomach turned into goo. My centre began to race. I swallowed back down my overplus and finally let out a hanker suspiration. `` Yes, Aunt Mary. I would like to try it. ``

'' Of course you do. '' I could feel her grinning. `` But not tonight, Layla. It 's already latterly and you have school tomorrow. ``

'' But I 've slept the unscathed afternoon. '' I said defiantly. There 's no way I was going to let this luck slip.

'' No, Layla. Go upstairs. '' she said with finality.

damn it. dashing hopes descended down upon me with a retribution. And here I was getting all hyped up imagining all sorts of exotic billet I would be trying out tonight.

'' You have homework too, have n't you ? '' she chuckled and guided me out of the kitchen. `` God, your mother is so going to kill me for doing all these clobber with you, and on a weekday too. '' she shook her head in disbelief.

'' It wo n't affect my schooltime work. I promise. '' I quickly said, trying to salvage my auntie 's commitment in teaching me the art of BDSM.

'' No, Layla. I 've just realized we 've overindulged ourselves. '' she swatted my ass lightly. `` Go up stairs. Do your preparation. And then go to bed. You have school tomorrow. We 'll tattle about this on the weekends. ``

'' But ... '' she stopped me with a finger pressed against my lips.

'' If we can accommodate this off till this weekend, I will bring you to the club to reckon around and we can call Laura too. '' she offered with a gentle smile.

'' Really ? ``

'' Yes. ``

'' Promise ? ``

'' I promise. ``

With a smile, I headed upstairs and went into my room. I guessed I would be staying up quite late tonight with two days'Charles Frederick Worth of homework still left untouched .