chapter two / the ritual
The trip lasted almost two hours, 30 minutes more than previouly said by
the man, but wearing black glasses, Laura didn't have the chance to check
her watch and she didn't mind anyway. The car ate the highway for more than
a hour, then exited to a smaller road, reducing its speed to meet the
regulation and continued near another hour. Laura recalled that the car
finally almost stopped, turn left to an unpaved road for a few minutes and
the engine was shut off. The young woman waited with a little apprehension.
Her master left the car, moved around it, his shoes making hard noises on
the gravel beneath and he opened the back door, announcing:
- We're arrived, Laura!
Laura left the car, her nose was fast filled with the smell of the
evergreen which surrounded them. She understood that they were in the
woods. The air felt a little cold as if they were up in the mountains.
Still wearing her black sunglasses that completely blinded her, Laura moved
a little, trying to regain blood circulation in her legs.
The man took her right arm, explaining:
- Let me help you, Laura. We have to walk about fifty feet to get to the
front porch.
They moved side by side for awhile, then the man raised her arm as they
jumped on a wooden deck witch screamed from their weight. He left her arm
to unlock the door, then he returned, leaving the entrance clear for her.
- Come inside, Laura, it's getting a little late, he told the young girl.
Becoming apprehensive again, Laura walked inside the unknown house.
He instructed her to continue to the center of the big room which occupies
much of the basefloor, telling her that he would signal her when she
reached the perfect spot. When she did, he told her to stop and he picked
up her bag.
- You won't need any of this stuff for the moment...
The man put the bag away, then he came back to her, ordering:
- Close your eyes, Laura, as I replace your glasses with a blindfold,
more suitable for the game we're going to play.
Laura didn't try to look around. As asked, she closed both eyes
completely and she waited. The man removed the sunglasses, assuring himself
that he was being obeid. He then took some kind of scarf, black, and he
secured it around the girl's head, attaching it very tightly with a velcro
band. After, he walked away from her, probably reaching for a cosy seating.
Laura didn't know what to do, so she remained still in the middle of the
room. She went back to her mind, wondering what she was going to encounter
next. For a brief moment, she asked herself how many people were there. Was
she alone with her master or was she displayed like a toy; how many were
there, looking at her in cold silence, thinking of things to do to her
helpless body? She almost asked about it, but she decided to remain
noiseless, in fear that this would cause her some problem.
The master let her in that immobile position for some time, then he
began:
- So, Laura, you have decided to come to meet mee?
Laura answered with her trembling voice:
- Y... yes...
- Yes, what Laura? did he reply.
Laura should have known that wasn't the proper way to answer the man's
question, she already did it the bad way in the car a few hours before. She
inclined her head obediently before saying:
- Yes, Master! I'm sorry, Master!
The man laughed for a moment.
- You learned fast, Laura, that's pretty good! Now, let's play for
awhile...
- Yes, Master, what do you want me to do?
The man remained silent for some time, then he asked her:
- Do you remember the stories I sent you, Laura?
- Oh! yes, Master, most of them, I liked all of them, you know...
- In that case, you should perform very well at this game, Laura...
Everything will depend on your good memories...
She struck her mind, trying to remember all the details that she has read
over and over in the previous months. There were so many things in these
stories and she couldn't recall everything. However, there were some
passages coming back from time to time, from one story to another, slightly
changed but most of the time recongnizable. Maybe, that's what was in her
master mind.
Finally, the game was called by her master:
- Laura, I want you to undress completely, but you must follow the
ritual!
The ritual. Laura wasn't surprised, it was almost in every story her
master wrote. But, Laura knew that any mistake done by her would engender
some kind of punishment. In each story her master wrote, there wasn't any
one where the submissive female didn't get a form of severe spanking or
even worse. Quickly, Laura got her mind organised to be able to follow the
ritual as every step succeeded in time.
Remaining silent, Laura kneeled down in place, trembling, waiting for the
beginning. Without any noise, the master raised, came to her and slapped
lightly her left cheek, ordering in a loud voice:
- Strip!
The stroke wasn't very hard, but even if she was expecting it as part of
the ritual, Laura was caught by surprise. She breathed slowly to prevent
her from crying and started to put all the pieces of the puzzle in place.
Her lack of precipitation almost cause her to forget to tell the ritual
sentence, which would have resulted in a severe mistake and eventual hard
punishment. With a faltering voice, she said:
- Master, I'm your sexual slave!
Then, remaining kneeled, Laura lifted both sides of her white blouse from
the skirt and slowly, very slowly, proceeded to unfasten every one of the
small buttons, starting from the buttom. When done, Laura opened her blouse
widely to show her black bra and she dropped the first piece of clothing on
the floor, away from her. She then got her belly flat on the ground,
beginning to crawl more or less straight ahead. Her groveling didn't take
very long before her forehead hit something hard whom she knew couldn't be
anything but her master's feet. Laura raised her head a little and gently
applied her lips on both shoes, kissing them. Following her reminescence of
the ritual, she got back on her knees to kiss her master's pants at sex
height.
Apparently satisfied, the man helped Laura to get up on her feet and he
gave her a long french-kiss. But that was only the beginning. He pushed her
back and he smacked her on the same cheek, repeating:
- Strip!
Laura was more prepared this time and she lowered her head obediently,
going back about ten steps before kneeling down again.
- Master, did she say, I'm your sexual slave!
Laura managed to turn her skirt a little to reach the fastening which she
undone before pulling down the zipper. Using both hands, Laura lifted the
skirt over her head and disposed of it to the floor. She then raise her
arms to expose herself in her underwears. A second time, Laura proceeded to
submit to her master by crawling on the floor to his feet, worshipping both
of them and after, his sex. The man was tempted to pull out his cock, but
he decided that it was to soon in the game and that should be save for the
end. After Laura's rewarding french-kiss, the man pushed her once more,
slapping always the same cheek which was becoming more than pink.
- Strip! he commanded.
Laura groveled, got back to her original position and kneeled, stating
the ritual sentence:
- Master, I'm your sexual slave!
This time, it was the only place where she could pick up more than one
piece of clothing at the same time. Laura must get rid of her stockings and
garter-belt. It wasn't easy, being blindfolded didn't help her keeping her
balance and being obliged to remain in possession of her high heeled shoes.
Laura lifted her right leg and bended it, hoping that she would be able to
stand on her left foot and knee. She unfastened the right nylon stocking
from the garter-belt and pulled it to the ankle with both hands. Lucky for
her, she didn't fell down and was able to get rid of the stocking with one
hand while the other prevented her from losing the shoe whom returned to
the right foot. Laura repeated the same routine for the left stocking, then
pulled out the garter-belt. When she had repositionned her left knee to the
floor, Laura tought that she has been perfect. Unable to look at her
master's face for a clue, she hitted the floor and started crawling again.
Not knowing why, Laura wasn't rewarded by the usual french-kiss. Did she
make a mistake? What did she have done wrong? Her master cut short and
explained:
- You didn't expose yourself, Laura. That denotes a lack of
submissiveness!
The man didn't get on any detail about an eventual penalty and he slapped
her a little harder this time, while saying:
- Strip!
More frightened, Laura returned to her position to kneel and tell the
ritual phrase:
- Master, I'm your sexual slave!
Laura made an effort to remember the proper way to get rid of her bra
without doing another mistake. She lowered both shoulder strap with the
opposing hand and afterward she pulled down the bra below her chest,
reveiling her white breast. She continued by unfastening de bra itself and
get rid of it. This time, Laura took the time to raise her arms over the
head to pull her tits up and she counted to ten before hitting the floor
for her crawling. Now, it became a little more painfull. Her tits scraped
the old hardwood floor, picking splinters on the way and scratching them.
But her master seemed pleased and he gave her a much longer french-kiss.
However, he smacked her cheek harder again when he commanded for the last
time:
- Strip!
Laura was dubitative, wondering if she had made another mistake. She had
only one last chance to please her master; her panties were the last piece
of clothing that she had to remove. The young girl moved back, got on her
knees and finally said, nearly sobbing:
- Master, I'm your sexual slave!
Laura swiveled because the ritual ask to expose the buttocks first.
Crossing her arms in front of her, Laura caressed her naked body from the
shoulder down. When they reached the top of the panties, she inserted all
fingers along her waist, enlarging the underwear and pulling it to her
knees. Don't wanting to cause any other mistake, Laura separated the two
globes of flesh to show her anus; she even bent forward to expose it more
efficiently. Only then did she pulled out the panties and threw them away.
She slowly moved back, using her hip as a pivot to expose herself again,
but from the other side. Laura opened her thighs wide and tought that she
should give her master a kinky number. She separated her cunt lips with all
her fingers, using them to play a little with her clit. Her pussy was
becoming very wet as she heard a familiar sound, but not being able to
identify it. For the first time since the beginning of the strip game,
Laura remembered her fear that she might not be alone with her master.
Laura got back on the hardwood floor, naked but for her high heeled. She
crawled to her master's feet, worshipped them obediently, then she resumed
the kneeled position to kiss the pants at sex height. A big surprise
attended her. While she was expecting the warmth feel of the textile fiber
like before, she encountered a much hotter surface and slightly moist in
consistance. The young woman retreated for a second, remembering the
awkward sound previously heard. Nevertheless, Laura knew that she must obey
without reluctance to her master's will. So, she open her mouth to swallow
her master's cock, starting by rubbing her tongue to the sides and forward
end. He wasn't circumcised, so she could hardly get all the glans easyly to
suck it. Laura licked and sucked more and more with all her willing,
inducing great stimulis in the penis. The master didn't say a single word;
he just carressed her head, lifted her hair to have a good view at her work
until he couldn't restrain himself from cuming. Many spurts of sperm hitted
Laura's throat, making her nauseus but she managed to swallow. It was the
first time that she tasted cum and she was afraid that she might vomit,
that resulting in a severe penalty.
The man exited Laura's mouth, his penis now much smaller and flaccid,
almost breathless:
- That was great, Laura, really great! It was your first time, wasn't it?
Remaining silent, in fear that she would loose some of her master's cum,
Laura simply tossed her head affirmatively. She tried to swallow everything
in her mouth before she raise up. But the man ordrered her to keep the
kneeled position:
- Stay right there, Laura! Aren't we forgetting something?
Laura didn't answer, knowing too well where he was heading.
- You must be punish, Laura! stated the master in a rather merciless
voice. Don't move until I return.
Laura heard the man's paces going away and soon after, coming back. He
was carrying something that he laid on the couch where he seated before.
Then, he approached the girl.
- I want you to spread your thighs very wide, did he order, then cross
your ankles. Also put your hands in the back!
He first secured both hands together with what seemed to be an old
leather belt, making many turns before buckling it safe. Secondly, he tied
the ankles about the same way.
Once again, the poor teacher felt helpless. She didn't try to check the
restraints which she understood were sufficient to keep her bound.
The man let her standing there for a few minutes before he announced the
sentence; that would give her time to think. Every second felt like an hour
to Laura, anticipating what she would be subject to...
