**Nicole**
How do you know that they have control over you? Well, the first hint might be that you are doing your intern job, but suddenly they come snatch you for nothing, chase you on two floors and handcuff you. Later they will totally immobilize you.
These people have particular sense for letting person alternate roles, making her active participant in one lesson and mere object in the other. During the Homemaking I was planting flowers, then Holy Submission has planted me.
I had to stand in the tall crate, letting myself buried in soil and my sticking out head being blinded by the latex mask. I am thinking about my coping techniques, but I´m still too much dependent on sensual information and mobility that I currently lack, so I do what I can, which is breathing by nose. Removing of the mask wasn´t that merciful, as I was taken by surprise. Some men watered my face by two kinds of body fluids. I wasn´t yet at the level I could pretend to like it, but I was maintaining stoic resignation. The bastards weren´t lecturing me and washed me once I “savored” it and let me breath freely from that moment on. I would block the most persistent bits of stench with a single finger. Sadly, every one of them was belonging to unavailable parts below my neck. I happened to be situated in the front row of heads and I dared not to look sideways or back. I felt compassion by nature and the shared torment. Watching others would put me into shoes who like it as result of their good work.
I contemplated how to ask them best for release and… When I was sick of this preparation for sycophancy, the mind was turning back to Peter, to day we hear about each other and to doubt, if he accepts me after man arms I will go through here. It hurts me that they didn´t recognize engagement as reason for giving me exception.
He is the haven I was happy to return three or four times a week. Now the boat was hijacked and I long for distant reunion.
Our crates were pulled out by teams of goons with simple metal frame, one at the time, and loaded on the lifting vehicle. The movement was nice for a change, but it ended in a small garage, deprived of a fresh air. On the ceiling hanged the simple lamp with a bright and most likely hot lightbulb. I wouldn´t underestimate anybody´s ideas what to do with my head only. There lies the importance of selling yourself or what do you represent. Rule for good businesswoman or an actress. The patience, that is the true lesson here.
The coming man was jovial.
“Will you serve us, if I free you, yellow skank?”
“Yes, master, please free my unworthy body, I swear I will serve you!” I smiled and winked so quickly my eyelashes might have flashed.
“Don´t you love being stuck and be your lazy good for nothing self?”
“I feel guilty for loving it, I was like that for years, my body wasn´t punished enough.”
“You´ve got full points for speech and the tone. Your spirit and dedication are now filed for verification in the next lessons.”
He unscrewed the side of the crate and made a way to my hand by a trowel. When I could, I pushed the fingers together and offered him to take a hand. I have left the cuboid of dirt, humbled by the smudges.
Once again clean, I have wondered where my closest roommate is. She was washing herself longer than me, I would guess. Unmistakable truly porcelain skin was practically steaming. Claudia stood as an exhibition piece, which she used to do for a living. Not a lot of gentlemen would take their eyes of the long legs with well-defined thighs and that what was right above them. She had some treasures on her upper part too, her cute, symmetrical face being one of them. Last but not least, her personal magic was made whole by an auburn mane, dropped on her shoulders. She knew why she was doing pictures without any clothes on.
“Blastin´ nonsense”, she said as she was settling twisted parts on her strap harness. “You will see it, but keeps your hands off it, that was my credo. It´s a simple agreement. So much to ask, it seems…”
She was whispering in my direction without actually acknowledging me, but I caressed her hand. She drifted from me and frowned towards anyone who might have seen that, I suppose.
On our place we were overtaken by a roommate, whose mood couldn´t have been more unlike. Ruby was sitting on a rotating chair, staring on the window with an open mouth. She turned to us in one impetuous movement
“You won´t believe me, how much they are digging me! I took them through my experience, showed them few tricks and now I´m co-lector for Submission and they will consider me to make me same for Lovemaking! You know what I should be? President of the room! President of the rooooom!” She spinned on the chair four times wildly.
“Somebody played in the right kind of movies,” said Claudia, irritated and jealous. She took off the strap harness and laid down resignedly in her truly natural state.
“Alice would be the best president of us five”, I praised the absent one.
Ruby´s pudgy cheeks released only the dishonest laughter.
“I think she can only draw the screwing.”
Yeah, she is making obscenities with her hands, not the pussy, I thought. That would be my way.
“Claudia, you should wear your Lovemaking outfit. Alice and Pat might not be here, but maybe they just turned out to be difficult to deal with. The breaks here tend not to be long. ”
“As if I was in a hurry to repeat yesterday.”
She was still avoiding specifics and not even the most shameless of us (Ruby) had the boldness to ask. I was changing in the bathroom, hidden from her sight, as I would flee from the guy´s gaze. I was looking for a way to appease image of wonderful, but disappointed Peter´s eyes and reconcile with a growing shadow of my future lover. Claudia was somebody who wasn´t going to provide support or sympathy. Ruby and Patricia weren´t in the monogamy club and Alice simply wasn´t here for me at this moment.
My coping, free of the mask, could use full array of senses, so I employed my small reserve spiritual side. The facet of personality one doesn´t usually think about in the normal ride through life, until she hits dead end and she starts to think, if she can bypass it by koan. My grandparents had a small Buddha statue and they compulsively stroked it before every day of farmwork. Which is not Buddhism, it´s just magic. In the moment you somehow try to live according to the doctrine, you will learn that it´s a manual of tricks how to fizzle out the negativity in your life and when you get gist, you can come up with your specific tricks. Mine was to stop worry about myself at the beginning, then to identify myself with the empty space that is separating me and every other object, limits their form. It brings me some peace and concentrates me on what I do, even if it´s just bending down over the lavatory. The potential disgrace stops being what I think it is and it becomes what I will be able to reduce it into.
Claudia was heavily stressed. Mine strategy wouldn´t be easily translatable for someone with the inner restlessness so high. Maybe she would like to meet someone I befriended this morning.
Ruby welcomed the wardens as soon as they honored us by their presence. Claudia kept flaunting her undressed form and pissed of grimace.
“Lady, your presence is highly demanded elsewhere.”
Claudia contemned politeness from such people and never responded, joined our squad unmoved by it.
“Where are we going?” The confusion finally broke her.
“Today you have also a short theoretical lecturing.”
The male officer behind the desk didn´t want to open the new door for us, unless we all have underwent something called “The Whoring Ceremony”. This isn´t an issue for Claudia and Ruby, but I had no idea. So they gave them small figure and let us repeat an idiotic ritual from yesterday. I mind the saliva, not the out-of-the-world pledge.
“Haven´t heard any pride. You sound like a typical snob.”
She must have stand on the threshold of the just opened area. The wardens surrounding the lady of darker complexion and colorful eyeliner might have been her bodyguards instead. Agatha, the grand prostitute, has looked in my way and I replied: “I will be really proud, when I can sit with you.”
Agatha had kinder words for Ruby.
“We just certified you, a little dumpling. Come down, we are both co-lectors and we will finally heat up the ice queens.”
Claudia with me had a still a lot of choice in empty seats of the spacious aula. This is one hundred percent going not to be so erudite subject as economics, we students usually went trough this on parties…. The flow of inmates was continuously adding red color of underwear to brown of the seatings. Evidently, we were expected to chain our legs and leave the key on the armrest´s pommel, so it was there just for show. Normally, I would either choose a place randomly, or choose from the small selection of familiar faces. Now I intended to foster relationship with the girls of Staceyroom.
The Mud Queen sat on the top with Jenine, the merry misandrist. Therese was on the other side of Thompson looking to the door they must have come by. I introduced Claudia and they all acted happily, as if she was newly imported survivor in a dying wasteland. Stacey gave me a wink when we placed the keys back. I like the girl. She may have destroyed my panties and showed the treasure to the masses, but who here cares about the modesty?
She pushed her hand towards me and out of the blue she did inviting gesture with forefinger and two times with a thumb. Then three times with forefinger. Forefinger, thumb, forefinger, forefinger. Short and the long. Is this a Morse code? I had to shake my head. Stacey unfolded fingers naturaly and started to scratching some spots on her lower legs.
Ruby and Agatha down below put into the operation portable microphones, sang a silly chant and swinged up on a bar chairs, awaited there by slender guy with a full beard. The man they joined introduced himself as Dr. Beck, the sexuologist.
“The notion number one, possibly number zero,” he said, “is that our lecture is about your partner´s pleasure, not yours…”
Against all assumptions of self-preservation, one inmate, muscle woman with a pierced lip, rise up and answered.
“Then-go-fuck-your-self”
I know I was smilling and touching aura of retribution to come as if I were the cheeky culprit, my eyes forged together to place where she still stood. Jenine uttered a sigh in audible adoration. I haven ´t registered Stacey´s voice and Claudia get out of her teeth sound akin to “Mymymy.”
Nobody supported rebel directly. I only heard faint rattling of chain that one could understand as such. The wardens, as I realized, were examining more the after effect than the starting person.
Agatha took the microphone.
“We were of the opinion that we won´t need to teach you that ill manners won´t get you anywhere. But now we must tell you about newly decided punishment. Whoever disrupts theoretical part of Lovemaking will be given to the practical tutor for the whole night. Following transgressions will lead into more typical sanctions.”
Once more sitting, muscle woman seemingly stopped to challenge the lecture. Although she was imprisoned as I was, this kind of discipline made me ponder, who will be punished by her being with the guest until the morning.
The lecture used holoprojector and the screen extensively and it showed female image from face to the entire body. Separate phases helped Beck to illustrate the sexiest elements of the glance and the posture. Something I´m sure most of the women needed yesterday.
Needed? That´s rubbish, we don´t need that, it´s just that this schedule is impractical.
Striptease advice shows some wisdom. Me and Peter have made love only two times yet, but I tried to make the atmosphere before unforgettable. But I don´t know how would I make my breasts bounce…
Something I wouldn´t be able to do was replaced by something I detested as an idea – not coming, unless allowed to. That was taking too much from my individuality. I have intended to defer to my husband from the get go, as that usually leads to the harmony, if he is nice. But that didn´t mean I couldn´t outline a career of my own or feeling my emotions and body as I decided. That wouldn´t be crime against the marriage. The course won´t be short. I´m longing for orgasm pretense subject.
The digital menu in the air displayed a new item to play.
Ruby waved her microphone and stood exactly under the center of the hologram, like the overgrown, but still childish version of a little Shirley Temple.
“Fortunate ladies, I was today promoted to be part of our education team and what´s more, I can present to you part of my very own filmography that will tell you something important about passion and abillity to accommodate to different tastes in bed. Here comes Five Big Sailor Boys!
More than I could hope for. Floating images of the both gender´s bodies in the most scandalous action, one of them being my vexing acquaintance. Thirty-eight minutes of the basic idea that friends are back from the sea and found only one hooker. They do it rough, gently, mechanically, creatively and finally outright roleplay. The fantasy inside fantasy. The closing credits are turned off and Ruby dictates the names of substances she used for the shooting.
Co-lectors left the aula first. The occasional isolation might be the price for the endorsement by the wrong people. We were told to free ourselves from chains. Vivid memories of porn weakened the coping. What is to come will bring me back to my body, the intercourse will knot the nerves of my insides. I should have studied the Tantra…
Stacey took her frustrations out.
“Today, it will be my premiere with the cock…”
“Ha, ha,” laughed Claudia.
“Here, of course… I have made myself a reputation and the harmful one at that. I can speak only to Senator here, but our Society of misery welcomes any interested martyrs.”
We were forming the orderly procession and I got the idea.
“Claudia, do you know Morse code?”
“No, I haven´t needed it. Ask Ruby, she is into marine…”
“You could have chat with her!” I whispered into her ear as we found ourselves near the door and snapped the head towards Stacey.
“We ladies of loose morals have a special room, where I could have invite her, but it is undoubtedly bugged. Since you would need forever to teach me the dots and dashes, she can´t speak, except maybe in the gym.”
“Why there?”
She led me into more cluttered part of the mob.
“Gym´s not bugged, Nicole! On ninety-nine percent. Why would it be? We are there to move, no to talk, they divide us and put under absolute supervision. How could we plan anything there?”
Stacey bumped into us both and used uncompromising tone.
“I heard you. You must take me into gym. I have a big plan for it!”
Claudia looked fed up.
“Will I be rewarded for my effort?”
“Richly!”
Claudia raised her hand to the closest warden.
“I´m the privileged one. Claudia Fleischer. Queens of the match – Stacey Hamilton and Nicole Xiong are feeling unrest before their first lovemaking lessons. I suggested them that we postpone it for us three and I will show them gym, including the new decoration.”
“Starting later means finishing later.”
“Not a problem.”
Warden had to phone each of our lovers and luckily for us, nobody had objections. She led us to the door with two utterly sealed posters, one with me naked, the other with Stacey. The Mud Queen growled. Not that I would feel easy with such a placement.
“We would like to go unaccompanied.”
“That would be against your own safety.”
Claudia tapped on my shoulder blade. “Please! We want to feel like when are alone on the room. We two live together already. And we want to make Ms. Hamilton our sister. Yeah, she is like in danger of being bloodied by us, but we are smart girls, if I can say. We don´t want to lose our privileges or fame.”
“Then you have the minimum of time. Five minutes and I´ll snatch you for lessons.”
We were going to utilize that time fully. Our talk was barely understandable, but it was meaningful, unlike silhouettes of exercise bikes or squat racks. Stacey explained her intentions to us.
“This is the plan. Jenine is not shagged by a guy, but by the couple of whores, from The Tower, most likely. When the lesson will be ending, she will snatch their mobile browsing thing and hides it under the outfit. I don´t think they will notice. Tomorrow we have a time off with the exception of the lunch and the dinner service. I will bring the food to the guests and I will hide our prey behind the heating. With a bit of luck, not even cleaners will find it there and we can wait for the right moment to pick it up and later go right here, if I can really use the place.”
“If you can´t, then we are in a big trouble already,” I said.
“There´s no way back for us! Thankfully, you volunteered as my allies. We will need each other and come up with some new opportunity to get here without being followed and have a chat with some people outside. I know about one former client of mine…”
“Castagnac!,” Claudia interrupted her. “My photographer… And maybe some of the family.”
“Peter!” What took me so long?
“To all you will remember, we need a lot of people to tell us what is going on and to whom we describe this place uncensored. I´m doing some experiments with kilts, but they can be used only sometimes during Homemaking. I will teach you Morse, that´s for sure and thus we outsmart them!”
Except of the shame, I had no fear of much things. I felt lucky to be intertwined with the most resourceful inmate. Helping her means possibly helping the every victim of the regime.
The Warden´s scorn grew over the few minutes and her face, if it were a painting, would be now assessed as cubism-influenced, and unsatisfied from all the routine-breaking. As for me, the joy from the meeting unfastened all the tangles in my entrails.
The row guided me into room 68. My lover wasn´t in the bed, but I was surely for a cranked head. The blanket and the bigger pillows laid on the floor. The mattress was wrapped in some cellophane and only two small pillows rested on it. Even they looked strange.
“Good evening, Sir.” I greeted someone I haven´t seen and tried to catch this evasing boy.
“Welcome, bunny,” answered the deep voice. The guy in a shirt with various ice-creams on it was looking down to bowels and was weighing some cylinder in the hand. He finally faced me. Slightly stocky red-haired man, roughly in my age was gaping at my legs at first, and then slapped the hands together.
“Worth the wait, beauty! I don´t know if you are hungry, but I must eat. In a way that not goes beyond mere digestion. I am glad that I have someone of your origin for that. Perhaps you´ve heard about Japanese erotic tradition called Nyotaimori.”
“We´re from Laos!”
“So? This is not going to be real Nyotaimori either….”
He took some cake with a brown and white crust from the cabinet and left it on the bed.
“When you lay down, drill this punch cake with your butt. I want it flat and crumbs be everywhere! I will eat it with some other side dishes. Oh, and when you will strip, do it piece by piece, my Indochina goddess!”
Maniac, but the inventive one.
“Waitress!,“ he shouted an order like thunder.
“Yes, Sir?”
“Your menu is sufficiently perverted, but one item is designed just for my tastes. Bring me the Sweet Asian.”
I have stretched my arms sideways.
“There comes one prepared to you!”
The pieces of my outfit were falling to the ground one by one like raindrops to continue the weather metaphors. Playful interaction also helped me to overcoming the resistance and to switch on my coping. I might have not had any clothes at the moment, but the dignity elevated me in that moment like an uniform would. I had a discussion with my skin, so I could derive some destructive pride when my ass deformed the cake. To my surprise, something was crumbling under my head too!
“What´s with the pillows?”
“They are an awesome marzipan!”
Such might be the wedding night of Willy Wonka, if that bloke was able to get laid.
The guy wasn´t done with the feast preparation. Over the bad hung a ceiling mirror, so I had a detailed overview. From the one bowl he poured a warm chocolate on my legs and I caught myself thinking how it would be absolutely perfect if Peter was doing it and this is the next best thing.
Then the guy sprayed the whipping cream, starting on my breasts, doing a big S over the chest and belly, ending between the legs. He put some bonbons where the nipples were, pineapple by the smell and sprinkled me with cinnamon. In the end he came up with bowel containing sour candy of many colors and shapes. He scooped them into full spoon and sticked it into my pussy. Ughhhhhh, that was overflowing me… Second spoon, third, fourth. I pressed my brown and dripping legs a little closer, but retracting it would be just painful.
“Hold it on, girl and…” He did short double face-palm, but I did not sense sadness or dismay. If there was some shock, it occurred because he cherished his creation very high, perhaps more than expected. He was gentle when he lifted up my bottom and stuck out the whole tongue into punch cake without any consistence. With the small spoon, he dropped some doses of marzipan from the pillows and he dipped it all in the chocolate layer on my legs. Sometimes he fed me the piece and I get stiffening again, which means trouble when you have to swallow.
The cream and cinnamon came later and part of it he actually did pushed down to the crotch. In the second-to-last part he came up with he called his own design. He made it into the shape of the spoon alright, but the mechanized part had utterly different function, predictable in the context. First time he pushed it into me, I felt only the subsequent relief after he made me lighter and tasted the altered sour candy. In the other instances it was different. The vibrating touched my tissue, resonating in the womb, like a reward for all that hardships… Pelvis got some movement as I went to meet the spoon. Some of the sour candy had been spilled, which disappointed me…His tongue came the last, finishing the job, changing the tension into pure joy and I knocked top of my head onto an awesome marzipan in euphoria!
The cunnilingus has brought us closer. His name was Carl, he was studying MIT and except of technology, candy and girls from the East he also liked Polynesian statues. He helped me with all the cleaning before releasing me prematurely.
This could have been much worse, but that will come and my concerns are just a shadow of future happenings. The orgasming could not perk me up, that was the case of the rising conspiracy. In the dining hall I was shoveling the tripe soup and I was looking for Stacey. When they were collecting the dishes I saw her and Janine side by side. I raised my eyebrows in question. Jenine nodded and put hand between the belly and the chest.
This night will be so much better. My room was full again. As Claudia, who was smiling here and there, put it, I was “The last bitch standing” as all others were ready to sleep. Stripper Patricia was closest to that state. Alice welcomed me and asked me about the Lovemaking, talking almost from the dreaming. Ruby was reading some files in her bed and she kindly notified me that she looked upon the things from my Sky Queen basket. I´ve got them on the night stand. Cards… We will not play them. French perfumed soap. Yes, that will come to use. Portfolio of Holy submission. Alice might like it for one weekend… Oh, and the tiara for me.
“So, Ruby,” I said and showed herself with the jewel. “In a case you still want to be the president, don´t forget that we have a confirmed leader!”
“The knowledge is power, Nicole and I am the C-O-L-E-C-T-O-R.”
The Knowledge? I will have it, Peter will have it. I intend to be the knowledge distributor, Ruby!
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