Her other life.

Her other life.

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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A girl's other life,her secret life.But...is this life real?

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A girl's other life,her secret life.But...is this life real?

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Submitted: February 10, 2018

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Submitted: February 10, 2018

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"Miss Smith ,are you paying attention?" The voice of her teacher (and the math teacher at that !)brought her out of the dungeon where she was completely naked chained to two strong pillars and being flogged by a a beautiful young man with long hair. 
" Yes, yes of course,Mr.Thompson." 
"So what was I saying?" 
"About the pain?" 
"Miss Smith, I was talking about logarithms. I understand they might be a pain to you but you need to learn them." 
"Yes, sir, anything to please you,sir." oops she didn't have to say that... "Yes sir" would have been enough... 
"Are you making fun of me, Miss Smith?" 
"No sir, I know I ought to be punished but, please sir do not punish me this time!" 
"I never punish anyone Miss Smith, I am a teacher when I do not believe in corporal punishment, you know that." 
"Oh yes, sir it is only..." 
"It is obvious , miss Smith that we are not talking about the same things. Last class when I asked you to get the square root of a number you came out with a quote from The Marquis of Sade. And then I found the book under your desk,  you had been reading Juliette the whole math class! Up to the moment I asked you,of course but still..." 
" Oh, Mr. Thompson do you like Juliette?" 
At this point the whole class had burst into laughter. Lucy Smith was known for her shyness,her absent mindedness and her uneven stockings. After this class she would also be known for her interest in Juliette,a character every girl in the group was horrified about, every boy in the group was fascinated about and no boy would take home to meet his parents... 
Mr. Thompson was a bit upset, this girl seemed to be in another world every single class and the worst was he could not stop thinking about her! What nice girl would be reading that kind of book she ought to be reading the Bible or Louisa May Alcott book, not that infamous Marquis de Sade! 
The bell rang and he dismissed the class.He did not look at Lucy again. 
The dungeon was dark but not so dark that she could not be seen or that she could not see the beautiful man flogging her. It did not hurt her, he was careful not to damage her skin.He never cracked the whip, he just wanted her to feel she was in someone else's power but not to suffer. Pain either somebody else's or his own had never attracted him. 
"Watch your step ,miss!" 
"Oh,I am so sorry,sir!"Completely absorbed in her fantasies she had missed an older gentleman carrying some books and had almost knocked him over.He had managed to keep his balance but his books had fallen at odd angles on the floor. 
"Let me help you ,sir," 
"Oh,please,let me be!These books are all first editions and you have certainly ruined one or two,look at those covers!" 
"It was not me,sir,it was the fall." 
"The fall caused by your stepping on me!Did you not see me?" 
No ,she had not seen him.She had been miles away,in a place she did not know but where she wanted to be,with someone she had been looking for in her dreams.She was sorry about causing this gentleman such distress over his books but this was nothing compared to her despair at never finding the one she dreamt about anywhere although she knew he existed somewhere and maybe he waited for her... 
"It is ok,miss,the books are fine." the man said,worried over her fixed glance,which he took for shame and a bit of madness. 
" Ah, yes, the books. Well I'm glad, forgive me again sir, have a good day." 
" Everything's alright Miss, have a good day yourself!And watch your step!" 
"I will,I will,Goodbye!"She rushed across the street leaving the man musing to himself, "something is wrong there, I don't think she even understood what I was saying most likely it was drugs that kept her that way. Pity, such a fine-looking girl." 
It was late when she got home, her parents were quarreling but that was the usual thing in that household so it didn't surprise her a single bit. Peace and quiet would have surprised her but not their perpetual falling out. 
"Why did you come home so late?", her father's voice was stern. 
" I left school late,and as I  was in a hurry ,I nearly knocked someone over and had to help him pick up his books." 
"Why are you so careless?, her mother's voice was softer. 
"It was an accident, I had not seen him." 
"You ought to pay more attention, you seem to live in a constant daze.",her mother's words of advice always came too late.Sometimes she asked herself if her mother while giving birth to her remembered she had gotten pregnant in the first place. She could never shake off the feeling she was like an afterthought in her mother's life. And when it came to her father she just didn't know what to think,he was too elusive when it came to feelings,any feeling, especially concerning his daughter.
" May I go to my room?" 
" We're going to eat something now, you're not staying with us?" 
" I have already eaten, Mom. I just want to study and then rest a bit" 
Her parents looked at each other. they could never understand her. They loved her of course, you had to love your own children but they just couldn't get an idea of what she was really like. It was as if this girl, their own daughter, had always been a guest in their house, a polite guest,one of those self effacing people who see life as a movie in which they never take part, not wholeheartedly at least. 
"Now I will blindfold you,and I will touch you all over with this wand.And of course, you will come many times for my pleasure and yours, you will collapse exhausted and I will continue pleasuring you until you beg me to stop which of course I will not.And then I will take whatever I want from your body from every possible angle , I want you to remember me this way always. I want you to walk around completely naked under your dress and to feel cravings for my touch , a hunger that you never felt for anyone else before. I want every man that comes across you to see you desirable and desiring, waiting only for my command to give yourself freely to any passerby not because of my orders but because I have seen that is your innermost desire and I want to bring it out in yourself. I want you to live through me heights of sensuality and also despair." 
Her hands roamed her body,eager for some release. In spite of herself, in spite of wanting that moment to last longer she came quickly and fell asleep contentedly. There were tears in her eyes and her skin seemed to be burning when she woke up. She remembered she had to share at least one meal with her parents so she came downstairs, to find them chatting amicably for once. 
" There you are, I thought you'd continue sleeping till tomorrow" 
" No, Dad, I never sleep days off that way." 
" Well sit down, your mother and I are going to have some sandwiches, we're too tired for anything else, hope you don't mind." 
"Of course not,Dad, I'm not that hungry anyway." 
It was her mother's turn to speak, 
"You ought to see to that, you're never hungry, it worries me at times." 
"You should not worry Mom, I am healthy." 
" Are you? Well, then it's okay. I'll bring the sandwiches, they're already prepared." 
" And I shall bring you the heights of sensuality that you have never reached before, I will charm your mind and enslave your body to my desires that will become yours in no time." 
"Lucy are you here?" 
"Yes. of course, why do you ask? 
"You seem to be in another world, are you thinking of anyone? Some boy in school?" 
What would her father say if she answered," No Dad, I am thinking of a beautiful man , with a small mustache and long brown hair that comes to his shoulders,with the most piercing eyes I have ever seen, who tells me things he will do to me while teasing  my body in ways I'm sure you and Mom never tried." 
But of course you can't say that to your own father, you have to accept most people lead boring lives and are quite content to do so. When her mother brought the sandwiches she took one and bit into it happily. It tasted like paper, like most of her mother's meals for that matter. She looked at her father wondering if he ever had a secret life, or at least imagine one as she did. He seemed to be so impervious to sensation,to pleasure of any kind. 
She also looked at her mother wondering if she too had fantasies of handsome dominants and willing submissives,of ropes and whips and also chains clinking at every move.She decided most likely she did not. 
" I love watching you eat, such delicate way of chewing and swallowing . You are, in every sense, a work of art and though your own person I want you to be  if you were my property, my most prized possession." 
" Lucy, whatever gave you the idea of eating in such a manner?" Her father sounded angry while her mother watched her in fascination. 
" What am I doing?" 
" You are, her father said, an impudent girl.No lady licks her food before eating it." 
" Let her be,Robert. You take care of your daughter in an obsessive manner. The way she eats ,the way she sits, the way she talks. No wonder she prefers to be in her room, away from us." 
" She goes to her room to study,not to be away from us!" her father said hoping that was really the case. 
It was fun watching her parents quarrel about her real reasons for avoiding family life as much as possible. They behaved as if she were not there, perhaps in their minds she had never been present in their lives very much and they only remembered now when she seemed alien to them. Still she realized she didn't care much one way or the other. 
The grandfather clock on the wall struck nine. Evening had settled down and was slowly drifting into night. Most sandwiches remained uneaten on their creamy coloured tray. Had her parents'lives remained somehow unlived? Would her desire remain unfulfilled throughout her  whole life?She could not tell, perhaps when her parents were her age they had not been able to tell either. 
She got up to leave. She felt there was no point staying in that room pretending she enjoyed her parents company when in fact she didn't, maybe she never had. She made it to her room put on a light jacket, grabbed her purse and returned to say goodbye. 
" Goodbye? Are you going out, at this time?" 
" I need to think Mom, going out clears my thoughts." 
" No need to clear your thoughts outside, they must be clear by now. After all, you're always thinking." 
" Come to me my dear and give yourself to me. I will awake in you desires you didn't know existed, I will make you need the satisfaction of your urges without 
without pause and without shame ,till you are nothing more but a creature of frenzy, living for my pleasure which will be yours as well." 
" Are you listening to me? There you stand, as if you were listening to someone else." 
" I am listening to you, Mom. May I go now?" 
" Where are you going?" 
" Just for a walk, I'll be back soon." 
" All right. What do you think, Papa?
Her father said nothing of the dialogue, after all, he was already dozing off in his favorite armchair. She kissed her mother goodbye and left. 

 

The streets were already dark,there were very few people in the street and they all seem to be hurrying somewhere. Well, she was not in a hurry and there was no place she was going to... How can there be when you don't even know where you want to go? She only knew where she didn't want to go and that was home, home to her boring parents, home to her small room full of posters to hide the peeling paint of the walls, home to sandwiches that tasted like cardboard... 
" And you will come to me ,completely naked under your dress. There should be no restrain to my hands searching your body for I am your master and I know every part of you as well as my own. You will be perfumed after your bath and your your scent will be sandalwood and roses. Remember this, no other scent will do. 
And you shall walk in a sensuous manner, proud to display what is your Master's property that is, yourself." 
" Miss are you lost? The police officer looked concerned. 
" No, no, I was out for a walk." 
" I guess this is not the time or the area for a walk, miss. I do not want to scare you but there are gangs and a young girl walking alone is unfortunately a target. I guess you have a home to go to, isn't that right?" 
" Yes ,of course." 
" And you shall fear nothing because you are made of the same material as myself, you have the strength of an army." 
" Did you say anything Miss? 
" No, no. I'm just going home officer. I live 2 blocks from here you know." 
" No, I don't know.I shall walk you home." 
" It is not necessary,I..." 
She saw there was no use, the officer intended to see where she lived and if she actually lived there. Her parents might be in bed already. They were bound to be upset by this intrusion, no respectable girl came home at this time escorted by a police officer, as if she were a criminal. 
When they arrived she realized she had left her keys inside. She had to ring the bell, there was no other way to get inside. If she hadn't been with the officer, she could have tried one of the windows, damn him, her parents and the whole night in which nothing happened. 
Her mother's face appeared behind the little glass window at one  side of the door. 
" What are you doing with an officer at your side? What have you done?" she muttered as she rushed to open the door for her stray daughter and her escort. 
" Your daughter has done nothing wrong ma'am, I saw her walking around and was worried for her safety, we have been having some gangs around lately. Not fit for the girl to be around at this time, not alone at least" 
" Good heavens, this girl will be the death of me. Well, thank you officer." 
" Make sure your daughter does not go around at night, ma'am. It is obvious from her age she is a school girl, the favorite target of the gangs." 
" I will take care of that, thank you very much." 
" You are most welcome, ma'am. I'm on my way." 
The officer left and she found herself alone with her mother. Would she  have the same wrinkles when she got to her mother's age? She hoped not, it would be awful. 
" Let's go inside. You heard the officer, it is dangerous to be in the streets." 
"We are not in the streets ,Mom, we are at the door of our  house." 
"Have it your way,I'm going in." 
Her mother sounded upset and  for a while she wondered if she had interrupted something, maybe her parents still did it. At the idea of it she started giggling, much to her mother's annoyance. 
" What's so funny? I wake up, I come to the door to find my daughter escorted by an officer who implies I'm a careless mother." 
" He didn't imply that, Mom. Just said not to let me go out at night.Still, it was not your fault ,I wanted to go out." 
" The children's wrongdoings are their parents' wrongdoings. You ought to know that." 
"I see you have not taken enough efforts to please me. I find that to be wrong, I take pleasure, great pleasure in your sweet obedience. I see your rounded bottom expecting its reward for being so bad. You are a bad girl, you know that." 
" I know,I deserve to be punished. I try to be good but it's no use I am naturally bad." 
 Her mother looked at her in surprise. Her daughter was indeed a strange girl, it was as if she really believed what she was saying and craved some kind of punishment. Perhaps this was the kind of child you got when you had been a single Mom just because one encounter against a wall had proven fruitful. 
" You cannot be worse than myself, let's go in." 
" See how harmless this looks but it can still sting, my sweet." 
"Please go straight to bed." 
" Is Dad awake?" She feared he would be and she also feared  he would be angry.
"Your father is luckily asleep, no one can wake him up once you dozes off, you know that." 
" How can I know that if I don't sleep with him? I mean, in the same room." 
" You can't sleep with him, not even in the same room.He is your father. You say very strange things. You make me uncomfortable, if you do not mind me saying so." 
" Would it matter if I did?" 
" It would, and I would still feel uncomfortable. Good night." 
"Good night, Mom." 

 

Once in bed, she drifted to an uneasy sleep, fully aware she had to be in school the next day and pretend to listen to Mr. Thompson for lack of something more interesting to do. Actually she had something more interesting, it was her fantasy world but she decided not to go to it too often, considering what her day had been because of it. 
She saw him in her dreams.He was sitting on on her dresser with his legs open. His strong arms rested on a flogger.  His hair fell to his shoulders and he had a friendly smile on his lips. His eyes though, were not friendly, they were fierce and demanding.
" Do not deny me, my sweet. I am always here I am the stuff your dreams are made of,lust,pure lust. You will search for me in all places, but in reality I am in yourself.I am the Dom and the Submissive, the whip and the welt, the candle and the wax, the wax and the burn, I am the dungeon and your classroom. You have imagined me, you have created me as the man of your dreams and you cannot stop thinking of the words you want me to say but you must know even the words are your creation." 
"So why dont' you leave me alone?" 
"It is your desire who does not leave you alone you will have to fulfil it one day. Only then my voice will stop." 

When she woke up she found there was no one in her room but herself. Somehow she had expected him to materialize and wake up next to her but that had not happened, he had been only a dream, an exciting dream. Still, he felt so real it was hard to think he did not exist at all. 

Second Part."The other."

He had woken up early,as usual. And his dreams had been as hot as usual.It was exciting to find your perfect sub,the one you had always looked for in your dreams. Still,he longed for her,for this girl who existed only in his mind and he hoped to find her somewhere in the world. She had to be more than a figment of his imagination.

The girl in his hot dreams still went to school, had a man teacher by the last name of Thompson andshe lived with her parents. She was also bored of her life at home and one night went out to come back home escorted by a police officer.

And ,last but not least,she wanted him.She listened to him as no other woman ever had,she only sought to please him. His pleasure was hers but then,she was the perfect sub.

It was when he was taking his shower that he remembered the name of a street and also a number. This was where the girl in his dreams lived with her parents.The street was  not too near his place but he considered going there after breakfast.After all,his Dad did not need him in the office that day.

Dressed in jeans and an old jacket he left for this address with an odd sense of direction.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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