EROTICA STORY presents:

The House of Smoke
An original bdsm story by Libido Ergo Sum

He had heard her approach. The sound of stilettos on granite was music to his ears. He could practically see her in the suit and could sense his arousal at the mere though of her reporting to him.

“Ms. Abbraaj.” The commanding tone of his voice was now more casual.

“Ms. Abbraaj reporting, Sir.” She stood at attention, and the suit flattered every curve that she had.

Thalia Abbraaj, the perfect image of a Middle-Eastern goddess. Her eyes were bright and mysterious. She had the passion of her native Iran, but after fleeing to this country, she realized that she had an innate desire to be subservient. Her skin was olive and flawless. Her hips flared away from her waistline and her thighs were muscular and well toned. She stood almost six feet tall; she was an Amazon Persian. Her hands were delicate and well cared for. Her lips were full, soft and inviting. She still had a very slight accent, but it had almost disappeared from living in Chicago for twelve years.

Thalia had left Chicago to go to college in Atlanta, but left college to follow her need for service. She had met Smoke at a meeting of People Exchanging Power in Atlanta and he had an eye for her. She was sort of pudgy for her height but still looked beautiful. She was depressed and so she was neglecting her body. She was one of the few women at PEP that didn't sport tattoos or piercings. Smoke sensed in her a perfect subject to train, and she had an instant lust for him. He was older with short-cropped salt-and-pepper hair, steel grey eyes and a solid jaw line. He was physically imposing despite being only average height. She had told him that she was looking for a master to serve. She told him of her needs and he invited her to train under him. She accepted all too eagerly. Now she stood before him a picture of athleticism and filling his corporate fetish very nicely. Her real training was going to begin very soon.

He pulled out a small black box and set it quietly on the table. “Go into my latrine and put this on.”

She picked the box up and went into his private bathroom. She got a small thrill out of being in his personal space. She put the box on the counter next to the sink and opened it. There was a strap on vibrator that had a post-it not on it that said “over your panties.” She unzipped her skirt and slid it down to the floor and stepped out of it. The feel of the silk lining sliding over her silk hose made her feel more aroused. She donned the contraption and a small mound with nubs sat over her mound and gently pressed it's way up between her lips. She felt a little dirty wearing such a device, but it is what her Master had instructed. At the bottom of the box was a small tube of bright red lipstick. She looked in the mirror and put it on generously, but making sure that she didn't overdo it. The rest of her makeup seemed underdone in comparison to the bright red that made her lips the centerpiece of her face. She double-checked her makeup to make sure she was within regulations and packed her lipstick into the small purse that she was carrying. She closed the box and exited the bathroom into his office. She set the box on the corner of his desk and resumed her position across the desk from him.

“Do you understand what is going on today?”

“No, Sir.”

“This is your end of phase test. You are being tested to see if you have built sufficient self-control and self-discipline to move on to the next phase of training. I know you have been preparing your quarters for Period II inspection, but I hate to tell you that it is not going to happen. This is your inspection. If you pass, you'll move on to Phase III training. Should you fail, you will go back to the beginning of Period II training. A subsequent failure and you will be discarded. That being said, I have confidence that you will pass your test. I will say that it will be a difficult challenge.”

With that, the device that she had strapped on over her panties began to vibrate. She steeled herself against the vibrations and pressed her thighs together in a futile attempt at blocking out the pleasure. The vibrator kept increasing power until she could hear a faint buzzing coming from between her thighs. She squeezed her thighs together harder and squeezed her eyes shut trying to block it out of her mind. Unfortunately the vibrator was just as relentless as her master. When he could see that her knees were buckling and she was supporting herself on the edge of his desk in a vain attempt at preventing her orgasm, he shut it off. Her breasts were heaving up and down, and she bit her lower lip discreetly. Her skin had flushed and her breathing was now deep and deliberate.

“The object of today is to keep your orgasm under control. This will be the first day of three. Subsequent challenges will be revealed upon completion of the current task. Do you think you can handle it?”

“I don't know, Sir. I can assure you that I will give the tasks my best effort.”

“Good, I'd hate to think of what I might kind of remedial training might befall you if you didn't give your best effort.”

There was an awkward pause in the conversation while Thalia straightened herself out and it registered that she was wet enough to soak through the silk panties that she was wearing and could feel the wetness as it traveled through the cloth. There was no doubt that she was going to enjoy this test, but she could tell that she was going to be embarrassed at some point along the way.

“The car should be coming around soon. If you survive dinner, I'll take you to get fitted for more clothes and if you can survive that, you will have earned a trip to the toy store.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Don't thank me yet, most of the training you've had so far won't be able to save you today. You'll either succeed or fail, but you will do it on your own.”

The car pulled in front of the back door and a woman in a black uniform got out of the driver's side door. She was about five-foot-six with black hair and square framed sunglasses that hid her eyes and nothing else. Despite the bright red lipstick that seemed to make her lips look engorged, her mouth was an expressionless, grim line. The driver wore the same kinds of shoes that Thalia wore, only the heels were shorter, a good bit shorter; they still had the Mary-Jane strap and the small brass locks over the ankles. The driver's trousers hugged her hips and ass, but fell cleanly to the tops of her shoes. The jacket she wore hugged her body and had buttons going up both edges of her torso to accentuate a bust line that needed no accentuation. There was no collar to speak of, but the top left corner of her jacket had been neatly folded over “Fireman's Style” which exaggerated her square shoulders. Her face was absolutely expressionless and her pale skin gave her the image of being an enforcer. Thalia got a little more aroused watching the way she moved.

The driver opened the door and Smoke motioned for her to get in. He paused before following suit to speak with the driver.

“To the restaurant, Sir?”

“You know me too well Tessa. We may have other stops, and if she survives dinner, we'll be making a stop at the toy store.”

------------ Continue with the training -----------

~~~~~~ Back to story index ~~~~~~

Submissive women get BOUND and BANGED!

BONDAGE SEX