Rachel’s Ravishment – Pt II

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The day after our first encounter together, Maitena turned up for our tutoring session, took one look at me and acted as if she hadn’t ordered me just twenty- four hours before to hump myself on her leg until I came. She drilled me relentlessly on the law of cosines and I began to wonder if my step – mother had tried to poison me at lunch yesterday, and instead of dying, I’d just experienced some kind of mind – blowingly vivid hallucination triggered by my obsession.For an hour and a half I tried to focus on my text books, answering her questions on Pythagorean Theorem automatically; the whole time furiously wondering what the fuck was going on with her. I’d thought she would turn up and we’d fall on each other, clothes flying, all tits and lips and orgasms. Not reviewing fucking extensions to fucking arbitrary fucking triangles.When it came time for our customary break, I thumped down the stairs to the kitchen, making sure I was making as much noise as possible to adequately broadcast my level of dissatisfaction.“Stop that Godforsaken racket, you little tramp.” Elyse hates it when I barge up and down the wooden staircase, because the sound absolutely reverberates through the house and disrupts her ‘meditations’. So of course over the years I’ve perfected the exact pitch for maximum annoyance.I moodily gathered some cheese and crackers to add to the tray holding our drinks. I knew I was being petulant but I didn’t particularly care. I’d dug out one of the few skirts I owned and a virtually transparent singlet top that my dad had barred me from wearing, and I felt cheated and frustrated by Maitena’s cavalier attitude when I’d been practically pissing my pants over the excitement of seeing her again. I felt like I’d made an effort and she was acting like a prize bitch, as if she didn’t even like me. As I stood at the fridge, cataloguing its contents for what I felt like eating, I saw a tall slim wine bottle in the door compartment. It’d serve her right if I just took that and fucked her with it, I fumed, spitefully. The unexpected thought made my stomach muscles clench with excitement and I hastily slammed the door shut before grabbing the snack tray and heading for the stairs. “Wow,” I muttered. “That was weird.”Trying not to dwell on my newly almanbahis şikayet discovered malicious streak, I backed up to my bedroom door and bumped it open with my butt, turning to close it the same way as I went through. I froze.Approximately two square metres of my gorgeous blue and gold wool carpet was covered with a white sheet – like piece of material. Placed with exacting precision in the centre of that square was my very comfortable desk chair, bought at great expense for me by my father after much belaboured nagging on my part. Only it didn’t look much like my chair anymore, given that it was draped in the same material as my floor. The only areas of it actually recognisable were the armrests, although that was a debatable point at the moment, as they were decorated with a considerable amount of cordage. Maitena stood to one side of the chair, impeccable in a tailored pantsuit, with her arm draped across the headrest of the chair. Still. Watching me. I got the distinct impression she was carefully gauging my reaction to her little bit of redecorating and I suddenly didn’t feel very sulky anymore. In fact I was completely thrown off base by the scene in front of me and the way she continued to just look at me, and I had an abrupt appreciation for how a deer must feel when the spotlight lands on it.“Um… what’s going on?”“Put the tray down.” Neither her face nor voice betrayed emotion. I put the tray on the desk and looked at her. “Stand there,” she pointed to an invisible spot on the carpet in front of the chair.“Why?” I didn’t particularly care for her tone. It reminded me of my step – mother and, although I’d had some bizarre thoughts about Elyse lately, I didn’t want to be thinking of her in the same vein that I had Maitena.“Because I said so,” she countered smoothly.Reasonable enough, I thought, grudgingly moving to stand where she indicated. I spread my arms. “This do?” I asked sarcastically.She narrowed her eyes at me in assessment. “You lack discipline,” she finally stated. “You act like a spoilt child who sulks when forbidden a favoured toy.” I opened my mouth in shock. “I am-““Do. Not. Speak,” she ordered. My teeth snapped shut and I crossed my arms mutinously. “You have a lot of potential to give pleasure,” she almanbahis canlı casino acknowledged as she moved towards me and began to walk a circle around me. “But,” she continued, “you need to be taught how to harness it.” She stopped as she looked me in the eyes for the first time since I’d said goodbye to her yesterday. “I will teach you, but before I do you will agree to remember three things.” I didn’t feel like agreeing to anything at the moment. She’d basically called me a brat, which stung even if her description of my behaviour was fairly accurate. I considered the idea of telling her to go jump, but there was that chair behind her and my curiosity was kicking me in the arse. “Okay,” I agreed cautiously, “What are these three things.”She walked back to the chair and replicated the pose she’d been in when I came in. “The first is Obedience. Take off your skirt and underwear.” After a brief pause I pushed them down my legs, kicking them aside when they pooled around my feet. I reached for the hem of my singlet top.“I said your skirt, not that offensive rag.” I dropped my hand, slightly hurt. It was a pretty expensive top, I remembered. “Come and sit in the chair.” I stepped onto the fabric and discovered it wasn’t cotton like I’d thought, but some sort of thin rubber or latex sheeting. As I sat, I felt the warmth of it against my bottom and back and rubbed a corner of it between my fingers. I began to worry what she had planned that would require the protection that she’d gone to such lengths to provide. “Maitena,” I swallowed nervously, “you’re not planning on killing me, are you?”Her face softened as she smiled gently. “No, gorgeous,” she chuckled. “You’re my pet. I only want the best for you. Now, be a good girl and drape your legs over the armrests.” Taking a deep breath I did as she instructed, the armrests tucking into the crease behind my knees. I closed my eyes, feeling alarmingly exposed and vulnerable as she began to secure the silken cords around both my legs. “Do you have to tie them?” I whispered as she stood back to admire her handiwork. I would have happily sat with my legs spread if that’s what she wanted, but I was overcome by embarrassment and a slight feeling of shame because she’d actually tied almanbahis casino me in this position.“Trust is an integral part of obedience,” she instructed. “By agreeing to obey me you’re also agreeing to trust my judgement. That I can read you and wont do anything to you that you don’t really want me to do. Do you trust me, Rachel?”“Well, yeah. But it’s just that I feel so…well, you know…” I indicated with one hand to the ropes above my knees while my other hand shielded my exposed core.“Vulnerable? Helpless? Ashamed?” “A bit,” I conceded. “Good,” she purred.I was starting to feel panicky with confusion. While my body was melting with anticipation, my conscience was valiantly fighting against surrendering. Social conditioning dictated that, although it may be acceptable to have a female lover if I kept it discreet, I would be branded the worst kind of deviant to even consider enjoying what Maitena was doing to me. “I don’t think I want to do this.”“Move your hand away.” I slowly lifted my hand and put it on my knee. She peered intently at my folds and I felt my pelvic muscles clench under her scrutiny. “Liar,” she accused mildly. “You’re wet. You like it.” I opened my mouth to deny it. “You can lie to anyone you want, Rachel, but not to me.”“Really, Maitena, I think I’d like to stop now.” My upbringing insisted I retreat from the position I was in, while the part of me that had erupted in Maitena’s arms yesterday was baying for the next orgasm.“I can see your juices leaking out of your cunt.” I felt the scalding heat of depravity sweep over me and moaned as she reached out to dip her finger in my opening before lifting it to her face. I held my breath, eyes glued to that glistening digit as she inhaled my scent before flicking out her tongue to delicately lick at the pad of her finger. And with that one action she bound me to her. I experienced a rush of acute arousal as the intensity of my desire shredded the politically correct blanket that was smothering my primal nature. I wanted her to take away my ability to choose. I wanted her to make my body respond to things I’d been taught were perverted; taboo; unclean. I wanted her to make me submit to every manner of debauched physical act I’d ever heard whispered about. To use me, debase me, command me.She smiled in satisfaction when I raised my arms to link my fingers behind the headrest, signalling my capitulation. I hissed as she dragged the flat of her palm up over my engorged folds and pulsing clitoris and slipped it under the hem of my top.

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