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I thought for a second that she’d cane me, but she hiked up her dress and I suddenly realised what she intended. She wanted me to eat her, and I had no idea what to do. Well, I had some idea, of course, but no experience in the matter. I needn’t have worried; sheer excitement overcame any nervousness about my lack of skill.
She carefully positioned her knees on either side of my head and said, “Last chance to back out.”
“God, no,” I replied, forgetting to use her title. I wanted this. I wanted to please her and make her come. I couldn’t believe she’d let me do this for her.
She carefully lowered herself over my face and pure instinct replaced my trepidation. My tongue reached out to taste her, and I greedily licked at the folds of her labia, surprised to find her just as wet as I was. I moved my tongue forward to find her clit and gave it a long, flat stroke with my tongue. Her resulting moan bolstered my confidence, and I tried it again - this time flicking my tongue across it.
Her thighs twitched against my cheeks in response and I smiled. I might not have any experience, but clearly I was doing something right. I moved further back, probing deeper with my tongue; God, I loved the rich, slick taste of her. My hands clenched in frustration at their useless position above my head. I wanted to slide my fingers inside her.
Whatever exploration she’d allowed me was clearly over; she grabbed my hair and shifted on top of me so my nose pressed against her perfectly smooth pussy and her clit hovered tantalisingly above my tongue.
“Beg for it,” she commanded, her voice rough.
“Please, Miss Adler,” I cried, but apparently I didn’t need to beg much because she lowered herself onto me almost immediately, covering my chin in her juices as I licked and sucked on her in any way I thought might feel good. Her moans turned more desperate, and as she got closer to orgasm, she started almost rutting against my face. I felt her thighs tense and she clamped down hard, trapping my head between them and cutting off my air as she came, shuddering.
She took a deep, gasping breath and rested back on her heels, giving me a chance to breathe and relax my neck. I looked up at her: except for a slight blush creeping up her neck, she looked remarkably composed - well, as composed as someone can be when they’re kneeling on top of you with an expensive dress hiked around their waist.
“You’ve got talent, Miss Hooper,” she said, and her ragged voice made me just as proud as her words; my first foray into cunnilingus had gone far better than I’d expected. She climbed carefully off the ottoman, making sure not to jab me with the sharp heels of her shoes. Then she smoothed her dress back over her flawless thighs and just stood there, looking at me.
I was too distracted by the delicious ache between my legs to wonder what she was thinking. I almost jumped when she spoke.
“Still a little worked up, my dear?”
“Yes, Miss Adler. Very.” I was still flat on my back - my knees spread wide and my arms over my head. There wasn’t much I could do about it from this position.
“There are so many things I’d like to do to you,” she mused, almost to herself, and I had the fleeting notion that there might be additional meaning to the words, but I dismissed it.
She shook her head a little, as if clearing it, and moved to undo my restraints. She glanced at her watch. “I want you to masturbate on the way home. The trains will be busy at the moment. It’ll give you some cover - I don’t suppose many people will notice your hand down your trousers - but I expect you’ll have quite an audience once you get loud enough. I want you on the phone with me the entire time you’re doing it. I want to hear you come.”
My face burned at the prospect. I couldn’t decide if I was more horrified or turned on by the idea.
“Will you do that for me, Miss Hooper?”
I wasn’t sure if I could. God, I wanted to, though - just because she’d ordered me to. It was very unlikely I’d run into anybody I knew, but fuck - the idea of practically putting on a show for even a small group of strangers… it was both humiliating and ridiculously hot. It ran against every shame-ridden, introverted fibre of my being, and yet I was still considering the idea. I realised I could safe-word out of it if I wanted to, but… oh hell.
“Yes, Miss Adler.”
She gave a small, surprised laugh. “You’re a truly remarkable woman, Miss Hooper. I won’t require you to pleasure yourself in public, though; I’d much rather watch you do it here.”
I felt a quick stab of anger dampen my lust. Why did she lead me to believe I’d have to do that?
As if reading my thoughts, she replied, “I apologise for the deception, my dear; I wanted to test your boundaries. I must say, they extend much further than I’d expected.”
Her apology, and my pride at her words, dissipated my irritation. “Thank you, Miss Adler.”
She ran a long, slim finger between my legs and held it out for me to lick. God, I was wet. My own taste mingled with hers, which still lingered in my mouth. Delicious.
“Now, would you like to do something about this? I must say, I’m dying to see you come.”
“Please, Miss Adler,” I begged, not caring that I sounded so desperate.
She sat in the chair next to the ottoman and nodded. “You’ve earned it. Come whenever you wish.”
An image struck me and went straight to my gut; I had to ask. “Miss Adler, may I request something?”
“I’ll consider it.”
“Will you attach a leash to my collar and hold on to it while I get myself off? I… I like being restrained.”
She gave me a dazzling smile and purred, “Oh, I think that can be arranged.” She went over to the wardrobe and returned seconds later with a leather leash which she clipped to the front of my collar.
“Alright, pet,” she said, emphasising the word, “come for me.” She wrapped the leash around her hand and pulled it tight; the pressure against my neck felt wonderful.
I sat at the edge of the ottoman, facing her, and my hand flew to my groin. I groaned loudly at the sweet friction I’d sought for ages. I pressed my other hand on top of the first, increasing the pressure, and dragged them up over my swollen labia and clit, angling my hips up into it. I caught a brief glimpse of her watching me before I completely gave myself over to the sensations, closing my eyes and focusing on that bright warmth between my thighs. I’d been so wound up for so long that it didn’t take much, my thighs tensed and waves of pleasure washed over me as I threw my head back. Even as my orgasm pulsed through my body and my brain went to fuzz, the collar reminded me that she was part of this.
All thoughts of posture gone, I rested my forearms on my knees and dropped my head to catch my breath. A glimpse of the now-slack leash reminded me where I was, and I sat up straighter.
“You have my permission to slouch, Miss Hooper,” she said with a tone of amusement.
“Thank you, Miss Adler,” I replied, still a little breathless.
She stood and retrieved the dressing gown I’d worn earlier and draped it over my shoulders. Then she rang the bell for Kate while she unbuckled my collar.
I must have sat there in a bit of a stupor, because I felt her help me into it - guiding my arms through the sleeves. When I stood - on rather shaky legs - she placed her hands on my shoulders. “How are you doing?” she asked, quietly.
I was finding it hard to concentrate. All I could focus on was the scent of her perfume and the lovely texture of her hair. I nodded. Probably not a very coherent answer, but she seemed to understand.
“Come on, let’s sit down,” she said, guiding me to the sofa.
Kate arrived with a fresh tea tray. She smiled kindly at me, and I wondered what I must look like - probably fairly debauched.
I put more sugar in the tea than I ever normally would and relished the sweet hot taste of it. It helped me to think more clearly. I downed the first cup, and almost immediately poured myself a second. Miss Adler sipped her own tea and made no comment. I started eating one of the chocolate biscuits, amazed at how good it tasted. By the time I’d poured my third cup, I felt more normal.
“Better?” she asked.
“Yes. Thank you, Miss Adler.”
“You may speak freely, Miss Hooper. Did you enjoy what we did today?”
“Very much.”
“What, in particular, did you like?”
“Well, um, everything really. The pain, the bondage, the… um…” I wasn’t sure how to phrase it - should I be clinical? “Eating you.”
She smiled. “I’m glad. Do you want to continue our sessions?”
“Yes, Miss Adler. I’d really like that.”
“What else do you want to explore?”
My mind reeled. I wasn’t really sure of the options. “Um, I don’t honestly know. I’ve liked everything we’ve done so far.” Then my mind flashed on the twin feelings of shame and arousal as my arse had been on display for her. Even now, thoroughly fucked-out, it made my breath quicken. “Well, there is something,” I said. I suddenly felt shy.
“Go on.”
“Well, I’ve never done anything, um, with my arse.” I waited for her to laugh or react in some way but she just nodded. “I don’t know if I’d like it, but the idea turns me on.”
“Anything else?”
“Whatever you think would be appropriate. I… I really just want to submit to you. I’m not sure what limits I really have, and I haven’t done enough to know what I want. I’m sorry I can’t be more specific.”
“That’s quite all right,” she said, and smiled gently. “I don’t expect you to have a list.”
She looked at me quite intently for a few moments before she continued.
“There’s something I’d like you to consider, Miss Hooper.”
Oh, God. Was it possible?
“I’m interested in training you as my personal submissive. You’d no longer be a client; within negotiated parameters, you’d be mine, to use and instruct as I wish.”
I felt a little dizzy as my mind focused on the word ‘use’, and I clutched my teacup in a death grip. Yes. God, yes. I wanted to drop to my knees right there and agree.
“You have a lot of potential,” she continued, “and I’d like to nurture that. I don’t want an answer now; I’d just like you to consider the idea. If you think you’re interested, we’ll meet and discuss the details, and you can make an informed decision after that.”
I nodded, barely able to believe what I’d just heard. “Thank you, Miss Adler. I’d like that very much,” I stammered.
She smiled. “I’ll contact you tomorrow; if you’re still interested we can set up a time to meet. If you change your mind, it won’t affect any sessions you choose to have with me. You understand that, right?”
I nodded.
“Good. I look forward to seeing you again soon.” She stood up to leave, and then turned around. “Oh, Miss Hooper…”
“Yes?”
“The next time Sherlock says something rude, just tell him that you know why he owns that riding crop. I’m sure he’ll be more careful with his ‘observations’ after that.”
I stared at her with my mouth open. Had he…?
“No,” she replied, answering my unspoken question. “He’s never been a client, but some people are particularly easy to read - and you, my dear, have far more potential than he ever would.” She beamed at me, and I think I might have glowed. “I’ll be in touch Miss Hooper.”