From: YLQU82A@prodigy.com (Michael Ruppel)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Laurie 1/??
Date: 11 Jun 1996 21:54:58 GMT



   SLAVE FOR A DAY





   My heart was pounding a mile a minute the night I met Laurie.  Or I
guess you could say the night I "bought" Laurie.  I had heard about the
slave auctions at one of the famous S&M clubs in downtown New York City on
a Friday night.  I went there not knowing what to expect.  There were an
awful lot of weird characters there and I really felt out of place.  I
mean, a girl really shouldn't be in a place like that.  The men made passes
at me; the women looked at me like I was competition for them.

   There were three girls available for auction that night.  After seeing
the first two, who looked like they had been worked over by a steam shovel,
my anticipation dwindled.  But when Laurie came up to the stage, my heart
leaped out!  There she was, the girl of my dreams- -petite, blonde,
blue-eyed, pug-nosed.  Innately shy.  Not a day over 20.  She never raised
her head, not once, while the auctioneer rattled off the cadence of
numbers. At $250 there were three bidders left.  At $325 just two.  I ended
up buying her for $400, only after convincing the auctioneer to raise her
skirt up, showing us a dainty pair of white panties beneath her tan-colored
pantyhose, and then to open her blouse half-way, exposing a lacy, white bra
and what appeared to be a pair of very well-formed breasts.

   She blushed profusely as she was led to me from the dias, her head still
lowered.  I wondered what kind of girl would allow herself to be sold as a
slave to a perfect stranger, to another girl.  "I live in Jersey," I
half-whispered, my heart racing.  "My car is outside."

   "You have to promise me one thing," she said in an obviously nervous
manner.

   "What's that?"

   "No marks.  I don't want you to leave any marks.  I don't mind going
with you, and you can do whatever you want to, but I don't want marks."

   "All right.  No marks," I said.  "I want you to enjoy this evening as
much as me."

   For the first time she looked at me.  Our eyes met.  "I'm Laurie."

   "And I'm Danielle," I said, holding out my right hand.  She shook it and
smiled, just slightly, the kind of smile one gives more out of fear than of
happiness.

   Our chauffeur-driven ride through the Lincoln Tunnel occurred in almost
total silence.  I wanted it that way, to heighten Laurie's obvious
nervousness.  She looked out of the window most of the time.  I made some
notes in a note book along the way, reminders to myself of things I planned
to do in my one big night of fantasy fulfillment.

   When we arrived, I gave the butler the night off and escorted Laurie
into my house.  She seemed quite impressed with the mansion that I had
inherited from my grandfather.  She particularly liked the indoor swimming
pool.  I offered her a drink and she accepted.  We ended up on the living
room sofa.

   "Well, I guess you know why you are here, Laurie," I said to the pretty
blonde.

   She kept her head down, blushing once more.  She shook her head in the
affirmative, biting her lower lip ever so slightly.  She appeared to be
trying to act like she wasn't as nervous as she really was.  I could sense
her uneasiness.

   "How long have you been into this sort of thing, Laurie?"

   She smiled again.  "You are not going to believe this, Danielle, but
only for a few months.  My ex-boyfriend really got me started.  He was
deeply into S&M and got me involved.  At first I didn't like it, but after
a while it grew on me.  When he got tired of me, he let a few of his
friends use me.  I got more and more into it."

   "Is this the first time you've been auctioned off?"

   "The second," she replied.  "But last weekend was a bomb.  The guy
wanted to mark me up.  I think I escaped with my life.  Please tell me
you're not like that."

   I smiled.  "I'm not, Laurie.  But I hope to get my $400 worth."

   For one of the first few times in the evening she looked at me again. 
"You will," she said softly.  "I trust you."

   "Tell me some of the things you like, Laurie."

   She became pensive.  Her mind seemed to be racing with thoughts of how
to answer my question.  She seemed to want to please me.  It was obvious
she had been well trained by someone.  "That's a difficult question.  I
guess it depends on the situation.  I like to be ordered to do things. 
I'll do almost anything you ask me to."

   "I can go for that.  How about for starters raising your dress up a bit
while you're sitting there so I can see a bit more of your legs.  You have
very nice legs."

   She blushed slightly, but without hesitating, raised her hips a few
inches off the sofa and, placing the palms of her hands on the outside of
her dress to the side of her thighs, pulled the thin, dark blue cotton
several inches higher.  She was wearing see-through pantyhose which made
her legs look sleek and tanned.  The hem of the dress stopped just a few
inches short of the top of her thighs.  Having raised the dress, she curled
her shoeless feet under her behind and pointed her knees away from me.

   It was a nice, somewhat provocative leg show.  "That's nice," I said. 
"You are very sexy, Laurie.  Have you ever made it with another woman?"

   "Yes," she replied, "or I wouldn't be here now."

   "Tell me what else you like."

   "I, well, I guess I like to be tied up and, ah, you know, whipped." She
spoke hesitatingly, feeling me out, trying to determine what my intentions
were for her.

   "Where do you like to be whipped?"

   She became pensive again.  There was a long, pregnant pause.  Finally,
she replied, "Anywhere," biting her lower lip even harder.

   Her answer really piqued my interest.  "Your ass?"

   "Yes."

   "Your breasts?"

   "Y-yes," she said, instinctively moving her right hand to just under
left tit, cupping it ever so slightly.  The gesture inflamed me.  I really
wanted to try this girl out.

   "How about your pussy, Laurie?"

   She turned her head away from me, as if she were afraid to answer.  She
looked so sweet, it was difficult to believe she was really into this
life-style.  "Laurie?  Answer me.  I have a pussy whip in my little
collection.  Does that turn you on."

   She looked at me for a brief second, then turned her head away.  "Yes,"
she blurted.  "Even my pussy, if it's done right.  Do I have to answer
these questions?  This is embarrassing."

   "I want to know how to please you, so I can please myself.  I'll work
with you if you work with me.  We're in this together, okay?  What part of
your body is the most sensitive to erotic stimuli?"

   Her head dropped completely.  She stared at her lap.  She paused for a
moment, her lip quivering just slightly.  "Do I have to tell you?" she
asked.

   "You must," I said in a more demanding tone than I had heretofore been
using.

   "I, well, I guess it's my backside, you know...my anus.  I can really
get off if things are done to me there."

   "Like what?" I persisted.

   There was a another long pause.  She was choosing her words carefully,
still trying to analyze my desires.  "I, I like to be taken there." She
paused again, then blurted, "Especially when I'm tied up and can't move. 
And I guess I like to have things put inside my ass." She began fidgeting
nervously with her fingers, afraid she had confided too much to me.  Her
voice cracked when she spoke.  I had located a nerve ending, and I decided
to explore it immediately.

   "I have a long, thin battery-operated dildo, Laurie.  I'm going to
penetrate your asshole with it later on this evening, and leave it inside
you for a long time.  Maybe I'll whip your backside while it's in there! 
Do you think you'd like that?"

   Her face turned crimson.  She shifted her legs.  "I know I would like
that.  I'd like that very much," she said so softly I could barely hear
her.

   "I won't let you down.  I promise not to hurt you beyond what you can
endure, and I promise to leave no marks.  I have only one rule--I insist on
complete obedience.  You are my slave for the rest of this evening.  If a
slave is disobedient, she gets punished.  If she obeys, she is rewarded. 
Do you understand?"

   "Y-yes," she replied, barely above a whisper.

   "Then it's time to begin.  Stand up, Laurie."

   As she moved her legs to stand, she opened them just enough to afford me
a brief glimpse of the 'V' of her crotch, covered as it was by the darker
colored pantyhose tops above her thighs.  She stood just a few feet in
front of me, head obediently lowered, eyes closed.  Her dark blue skirt had
fallen back into place.  She wore a white cotton, short-sleeved blouse,
unbuttoned at the neck.  Her hands were at her sides, her fingers nervously
fidgeting.

   "I want to examine what I've bought.  Every inch of it.  Every part."

   "Yes, mistress." She did not raise her head or open her eyes.

   It was the first time she had called me "mistress".  It sounded nice. 
"Come closer to me," I commanded.  She took child-like steps on the
softness of the carpet beneath her stockinged feet.  She stopped, her knees
just inches from mine.

   "Laurie, I want you to kneel down and raise your hands over your head
and hold them there until I tell you to lower them." Without hesitation she
did as I told her.  By her actions, I knew she would make a good slave. 
Her hands were fists above her lowered head, her eyes still closed.  I
inched forward from my seat and brought my fingers to her face.  Gently, I
massaged the skin of her forehead and cheeks with the tips of my fingers
for several moments.  It was a technique I had read about--complete
tenderness before the suffering.  It served to raise the distinction in the
recipient's mind between the two extremes of pain and pleasure.

   "You have a very pretty face," I whispered, then added, "And I hope that
blonde hair is natural."

   "It is," she said, her face flushing for the hundredth time this
evening.

   "I'll be finding out soon enough for myself, I said, bringing my finger
tips down the sides of Laurie's bare neck and resting my palms on her
shoulders.  Ever so gently, I kneaded the area beneath my palms, then
slowly lowered my hands toward her pouting, blouse-covered breasts.  She
hissed slightly as my hands moved over the mounds; I felt the fullness of
her mammaries beneath the blouse and bra.  Her tits did not feel large, but
they were not small by any means.  I squeezed gently.  She shuddered.  Her
mouth gaped open.  The nipples began to enlarge beneath the thin cotton as
I moved the palms in a circular direction, teasing the turgid nubbins even
more.

   "I like your breasts.  They are firm.  Just the right size." For good
measure, I gave them both a hard squeeze.  She groaned, more out of
surprise and pleasure than pain.  She seemed to consciously lean into me as
I grabbed her there, pressing her upper body against my hands, as if she
wanted me to do this to her.  She was really into this pain stuff, I could
tell.  Sensing her needs, I squeezed much harder, causing her to throw her
head back slightly and to moan softly.

   "Do you like it when I squeeze your tits real hard?"

   "Yes," she blurted.  It was obvious she was being truthful.  I took the
opportunity to give her exactly what she wanted, contracting my hands and
fingers over her mounds, savoring her now incessant moans and groans.

   Having had my temporary fill of her breasts, I moved my hands down her
body, alongside her petite waist, finally letting them come to rest on her
hips, just below the black leather belt she wore around her skirt. 
Noticing the belt for the first time, I decided that it could come into use
later.  Quickly, I unbuckled it and pulled it out of the loops around her
waist.  I said, "This may come in handy later," then placed the belt next
to me on the sofa.

   "That's why I wore it," she said timidly.

   Leaning forward as far as I could, I looked down at Laurie's kneeling
legs.  They were close together.  Too close.  "Open your legs more,
Laurie." Instantly, she stretched the material of her skirt with her opened
legs.

   I leaned forward even more, putting my left hand behind her back for
support, while I moved my right hand beneath the hem of her skirt, and then
upward, forcing the front of her skirt to rise in the crook of my arm as I
planted my fingers in the crotch of her pantyhose.  I could feel the warmth
of her breath on the side of my neck.

   "OH!" she cried, bringing her thighs close together to capture my hand
between them as soon as she felt my hand reach the "V' of her hot crotch.
Yes, the crotch was hot.  Not warm.  Hot!  Moisture had already seeped from
her sex through her panties and hose.  I pressed upward into the meaty
tissues, then urged my middle finger into the divide of the soft lips, just
at the outside her vaginal entrance.  She moaned passionately as I pressed
inward with my finger, forcing her panty crotch slightly into her vagina.

   I grabbed a handful of her sex and squeezed it tightly with my hand,
just hard enough for her to realize that the gentleness she had recently
enjoyed was merely a brief respite, a turning point for what was to come.
She shuddered, but otherwise accepted my first attempt at heavyhandedness
with hardly a flinch.  I pulled my hand away from her burning crotch and
moved it out from under her skirt.  She looked sexy beyond words, kneeling
before me, hands raised, eyes lowered, face flushed, my own little slave
for the evening.

   "Do you think I am pretty, Laurie?" I asked, returning my hands to her
shoulders.

   "Yes, very," she replied, raising her eyes and looking at me for the
briefest of moments before lowering her head once more.

   "Do you think you might learn to like my body?"

   "Y-yes," she replied.

   I brought my index finger to her lower lip, drawing the lip down gently
to reveal the whiteness of her lower teeth.  "Would you like to look up my
skirt?"

   She gulped.  "Yes," she said, her eyes meeting mine once more.  There
was almost a pleading look in them.  I sat back on the sofa, my head
resting against the upper cushion.  I kept my legs closed tightly, my
bright red skirt at mid-thigh.  Her eyes went straight to my knees.  She
gulped again.  She wasn't expecting me to give her a little show.  I opened
my legs just a bit, wanting only to tease her.  Her mouth opened slightly
in anticipation.

   "Why don't you push my knees apart with your hands, Laurie," I said with
a sexy, inviting smile.  She leaned forward, placed her hands on my bare
knees, then pushed gently.  My legs parted, providing Laurie with a wide
open view of my crotch, covered only by a pair of silky white panties.  I
watched her stare intently between my opened legs.

   "Later, my dear, I will let you eat me.  Do you give good head?"

   "The best," she said with a wry smile.  It was the only time the entire
evening she would try to come out of her shell.  She was a strange woman,
indeed.  I wanted her badly.  I let her look between my slightly parted
legs for a few moments.  Her eyes remained glued on my crotch, fascinated
by the view.  I wanted to pull her head into me and let her suck me off,
but there were things I had to do to her first.  Abruptly, I closed my
legs.

   "All right, you've seen enough.  Stand up!" I commanded.  "Put your
hands back over your head."

   She arose from her kneeling position and stood, her eyes still riveted
to my now closed legs, her hands pointing toward the ceiling.  "Turn
around!" I ordered, and slowly she turned to face away from me, the
roundness of the cheeks of her ass was now evident beneath her tight skirt.
This woman was wanton, wild, lustful.  She would do anything I asked of
her. All I had to do was ask.

   I brought my feet to the floor and reached out to grab a handful of her
luscious globes beneath the skirt.  The flesh was firm, only slightly
yielding to the touch.  I kneaded the muscle for several moments, listening
to her soft sighs and moans.  Her hips began to undulate slightly under my
hands.  I could smell her womanly odors emanating from beneath the dress.
The smell was pungent.  I could only guess that she was really flowing
between her legs now.

   Reaching down, I grasped the hem of her skirt and began raising it
upward, revealing the back of her sleek legs, tan-looking with the svelte
hose.  She wasn't wearing a slip.  The skirt started to bunch at her waist
as I pushed it higher, finally easing it over her lower buttocks.

   "You may lower your arms now, Laurie.  Then bend over as far as you
can." As her body bent at the waist, I pushed the skirt all the way over
the curved cheeks of her ass.  The view from behind her was fantastic!  The
darker upper portion of the pantyhose was almost completely opaque.  I
could barely discern a pair of white bikini-style panties beneath the
material.

   Reaching to my side, I picked up the leather belt that I had recently
removed from Laurie's skirt.  I doubled it in my hand, then held it over my
shoulder.  The target area was right in front of my eyes.  She had no idea
of what I was about to do.  Surprise, I had learned long ago, is an
important element in proper punishment.  Without saying a word, I drove the
belt into her right ass cheek.  There was a dull cracking sound of the
leather striking against the thin mesh of the pantyhose, followed by a
short "Yelp" from Laurie's lips as she fell forward slightly.

   "Does that feel good?" I husked.

   "Yes," she replied, moving her hips slightly from side to side, bracing
herself for the next stroke.

   "Tell me you want some more," I said in a demanding voice.

   "I...I want some more," she cried.

   "Open your legs further so you have better balance.  Grab your ankles."
She did.  I could see her looking back at me from between her legs.  Her
straight blonde hair hung to the floor.  Her eyes were slightly teary, her
face was red as a beet.

   "Close your eyes," I commanded, not wanting her to know when the next
stroke was coming.  I waited for a few precious moments, letting the
tension build up within her, before bringing the belt down on the left side
of her ass.

   She had braced herself well.  All the stroke could evince from her was a
short "AH!" though her body did teeter a bit.  I could see that this was
too mild for her.  Reaching under the bunched-up skirt, I grasped the
elastic of the top of the pantyhose and pulled it downward, stretching it
over the alabaster whiteness of her globes, slowly revealing the dividing
crack of the two half-moons.  Slowly but surely the sheer whiteness of the
bikini-styled panties she was wearing came into view as I lowered the
pantyhose over the bottom of her gorgeous globes.

   The panties looked that they had been painted on her ass, so snugly did
they fit against her buttocks.  They appeared to have been made of rayon or
satin.  They were plain, without lace or other adornments, with a
reinforced crotch.  I slapped her panty-covered ass, this time with the
palm of my hand, just hard enough to make a loud crack.  She gasped, then
turned her head around to stare at me.  I liked the feisty look in her
eyes, the way her ass pouted outward, the sexy way the pantyhose bunched
around her thighs, the tight fit of her silky panties on her ass.

   "More?" I asked.

   Her mouth, slightly opened, closed for a moment.  She nodded at the same
time she whispered "Yes." She appeared pensive for a moment, then blurted,
"But do it without my panties."

   I smiled at her bold suggestion.  "With my hand or the belt, Laurie?"

   "B-both, please.  I've been a bad girl and I..."

   "Shhh," I interrupted, moving my hands to the top of the undies.  "I'll
punish you real nice.  I always punish bad girls quite nicely.  Hold on
tight!" She grasped her ankles with her hands hard enough to turn her
knuckles white as she braced herself once more, stretching her legs apart
as far as the pantyhose encircling her thighs would allow.

   MICHAEL RUPPEL YLQU82A@prodigy.com