EROTICA STORY presents:

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

“Are you alright Ma'am?” the hostess asked innocently, totally unaware of the ordeal Thalia had just been through.

“Yes, I'm fine, my knee just decided to lock up on me at an inopportune time. Gimme a second and I'll be fine.” Her voice was smooth and controlled, not letting on that she was still in the vice grip of a raging orgasm with another one quickly on its heels.

Thalia made it to the table and sat down without any problems. The moment she sat down, the added pressure of her sitting on the vibrator sent her over the edge again. She could feel the squish of her soaked panties in between the vibrator and her engorged vulva. She could smell the faint musk of her wetness. She didn't care; she was so overwhelmed by her own orgasms that the rest of the world was only a distant mumble.

The waiter approached and he immediately noticed the scent of Thalia's arousal and was thrown for a moment. He quickly regained himself and went about the business of waiting on them. Thalia was still being tormented by the little vibrator that she had strapped on before they left.

Thalia ordered, but her speech was broken as she found it difficult to concentrate. The incessant buzzing that gave her two mind-blowing orgasms was catapulting her towards a third, and she didn't think she was going to be able to survive this one with any sort of dignity.

“Sir, I'm begging you to turn this device off. I haven't had an orgasm, per your instructions for two months. I've been blessed enough to have had two within the past twenty minutes and am well on my way to a third. Unfortunately, this one may cause me to lose my public composure. I am begging you not to make me have a screaming orgasm here in the restaurant.”

“Well, I was wondering when you were going to reach the point where you could no longer take it. I'm impressed that you would go so far as to ask for mercy. It's terribly unusual to find a slave with some self-control. In the interests of lunch and not embarrassing my friend, I will grant you a reprieve.”

With that, the buzzing stopped. She was murderously close to screaming out in sheer pleasure. She was still breathing quite hard when her salad arrived. It seems that having nearly orgasmed herself to death put a healthy dent in her appetite and she only really played with her food. Boxing up the lion share of her dinner.

After lunch, they returned to the car and Smoke instructed Tessa to take them home. The other errands could wait. On the way, he did make a call to a laser hair removal clinic and managed to make an appointment for Thalia to be seen first thing in the morning. Thalia had been forbidden to shave while she was in the first two phases of training, but now that she was about to go into her third, she needed to be appropriately groomed for the training.

“Strip down to your lingerie.” The familiar command tone gave smoke's voice a bit of impact.

“Yes, Sir.”

She carefully took her skirt off and the cabin of the car was immediately filled with Thalia's sopping wetness. Smoke just smiled, as he took in a heroic lungful of the heady scent. Tessa, on the other hand, decided that she would be a little more playful.

“Smells like teen spirit back there, Sir. She smells better than some of your other trainees that didn't make the cut. By the way, how did she do with the hostess?”

“I thought she was going to tear the snot-nosed little tart to shreds. She then proceeded to survive two big ones with poise and damn near survived a third, but pleaded for mercy lest she lose her public composure. I wasn't going to tell her yet, but she succeeded in passing the hostess scenario. Tomorrow she goes in for laser hair removal, then we can move on to the other tasks.”

“Sir?” Thalia began.

“Yes?”

“Permission to ask a question.”

“Granted.”

“Was your driver a trainee like me once?” She was prepared for an instant reprisal and her tone was quiet and timid.

“Yes, Tessa was one of the few of my trainees that survived all the way through Phase III. Most of them couldn't pass Phase I. Tessa now works for me, and has for a few years. If you complete the training, you'll have the opportunity to work for me. Right now, you'll finish undressing like you were told.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The rest of her clothes came off and got folded into a neat pile on the seat between her and Smoke. The vibrator stayed in place, as she was afraid to ask for permission to take it off. Smoke took this as a sign that she wanted to reach that third orgasm. He turned the infernal little device on full blast, sat back and watched the tension build. Thalia threw caution to the wind and was grinding her pussy into the seat sandwiching the vibrator between her clit and the seat cushion. Her hips rocked back and forth violently, and a gentle growl grew into a moan in seconds. Thalia was clawing at whatever she could get her hands on, her pussy now had full control of her body and was not letting go for anything. Her moaning grew into a squeal and when she finally broke through to her orgasm, she let out a short yelp and collapsed back into her seat unable to do anything but twitch and gasp for air.

The car pulled up next to the back door and Tessa got out to open up the door; Smoke came out with a shit-eating grin from ear to ear while Thalia laid there still twitching at the slightest touch.

“Time to get out, Ms. Abbraaj.” Tessa was practically cooing at her.

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