The Training of Lucy, prologue
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“Hello, Lucy. Nice to see you at last.” Lucy had just walked into the room. It was a fairly standard, but nicely furnished hotel room. A king-sized bed took up most of the space, across from an armoire, with a TV in it. At the far end of the room, was a window with its curtains open to let the afternoon sun was stream in. Since they were on the 23rd floor, it was, at best, unlikely they could be seen. Lucy was wearing a rather form-fitting black evening gown. She felt quite overdressed, and it was a warm summer afternoon. She was perspiring a little, though not entirely from the weather. Lucy knew – hoped? – that the voice belonged to Sean, with whom she had been communicating over the Internet for a couple of months. He suggested they meet in person. He set out the initial ground rules, which were simple, but – he said – designed to give her as much assurance of her safety as possible. Firstly, he would be alone. Secondly, he would not touch her. Third, he would release her immediately and leave at her request. But, apart from that, he required her total obedience. Sean was seated in a chair, by the window. The sunlight coming in the window made it difficult to see him, other than as a silhouette – she was sure he set it up that way. She was nervous, but she had gotten to know Sean fairly well – at least, as well as the Internet allowed. “That really is a stunning dress. Turn around once, so I can see it all.” She wasn’t really the modeling type. But she put on a nervous smile and slowly turned full circle. She had shoulder-length, thick, jet-black hair. She dyed it that way – naturally she was a dirty blonde with fair skin. She was average height, for a girl, and was proud of her svelte figure, which she worked hard to keep. “Strip.” The abruptness of the command took her back for a moment. She shuddered. They had played on web cams, but she was always in her own home, and always ostensibly alone. Always had control – after all, she always had the option to yank the plug at any moment. She hesitated, for just a moment, before she told herself that it wasn’t that different, really. She could always leave, after all. She bit her lip and reached behind her back for the dress’ zipper. She peeled the dress off her shoulders and felt the cool air of the room as the dress fell away from her. She pushed it down past her hips and stepped out of it and set it down on the bed. She now was wearing a black Yeşilköy escort bayan bra over her 36C breasts, a black, lacy thong, and an elegant pair of lacy black heels. Her hands were trembling a bit, as she reached behind her again, to release the catches of her bra. She caught it as it came loose and she placed it on the bed. She looked at Sean, hoping to see some sort of reaction, but to the extent that she could see his face silhouetted against the window, she only saw his intent gaze. Like he could see through her skin into her soul. She had seen something like that in the web chats, but it was somehow different in person. She caught herself lost in that thought after a moment and remembered she still had her panties on. She bent over, pulled them down and stepped out of them. She straightened up, but deftly moved a hand up her leg as she did and held it over her crotch. She tried to be graceful and nonchalant about trying to preserve her modesty, but a voice in her head chided her for her clumsy bashfulness. She tried to speak, but her voice didn’t work properly at first. She coughed softly and tried again, “The shoes too?” “Sir,” he corrected. “The shoes too, Sir?” She blushed a bit, either for having made a mistake or for being corrected like a child. She wasn’t sure. “No. I like what they are doing to your legs. I’m going to teach you how to stand before me. Place your hands behind your back, each hand on the opposite elbow. Shoulders back. Chin up. Legs straight. Feet shoulder-width apart.” She quickly moved to comply. When she moved her hands away from her sex, she revealed that she was completely shaved. She assumed the stance, as he had directed. When she straightened her shoulders she couldn’t help feeling like she was pushing her breasts straight out. Presenting them. “Very good. That’s how you should stand when you are nude before me, unless I give you alternate instructions. Is that understood?” “Yes, Sir.” “Next, I want you to put your hands behind your head. Lace your fingers together, and elbows back as far as you can.” Again, she moved to comply. As she moved her hands behind her head, her chin dropped slightly. “Keep your chin up. The only parts of you that need to be moving are your arms and hands.” She knew that he was more experienced than she was at this, the voice in her head remarked at how well each of these new postures seemed designed to force her to thrust Escort Yeşilyurt her breasts forward wantonly. “Very good. Now turn around and face the wall.” As she did so, she tried to make sure, this time, that she remained in position as she moved. “Move your feet a little further apart.” Her mental attention shifted almost instantly from thinking about her breasts to realizing that he must be staring at her ass right now. For a moment, her modesty almost threatened to swell forth and compell her to close, rather than open her thighs. But she was starting to feel something else. The nervous knot forming in her stomach, from presenting herself so openly to a man she barely knew, was nothing compared to the other feeling that was making itself felt, somewhat further down. She heard – or perhaps imagined – some rustling behind her as if he was adjusting his own clothing. Her mind ran overdrive, painting a picture of him having to adjust his clothing around a growing erection and the room suddenly felt like it was much, much warmer. Still, she did not turn around. “Back up two paces, and then bend over. Put your hands on your shins as close to your ankles as you can. Keep your eyes as high on the wall in front of you as you can.” Her only thought was, “Oh my God.” Positioned at the window as he was, he would not fail to have a perfect view of all of her feminine treasures. She bit her lip again and slowly complied. As she bent over, her puffy nether lips parted ever so slightly with the change in position, owing to her legs being spread. There was no denying to herself at this point that she was wet. But could he see it from so far across the room? “You are very beautiful, Lucy.” She wasn’t sure whether – or even how – she was to respond to that. His silence seemed to be prompting her to say something, so she simply responded, “Thank you, Sir.” “Reach up with your right hand and spread yourself open.” The room felt suddenly hot again and her mouth opened and she almost gasped before she caught herself. She moved her hand up to her sex and pressed her lips outward with two fingers. As she did, she brushed past the lips and felt the wetness that was building. He had her hold this position only briefly, before he said, “Stand back up.” She straightened herself back up, with her hands by her side. He quickly scolded her, “Where should your hands be?” She quickly threw her hands behind her back, Zeytinburnu escort upset with herself that she had forgotten so quickly. “Now, turn around and hang your dress in the armoire. You’re going to need the bed.” She picked up the dress and opened the armoire. It had some coat hangers on a bar – the funny “hotel only” kind of hangers. They must have been designed by a man, because they weren’t really designed to hold up a dress very well. But she managed to arrange it. To the side of the hanger space, there were a couple of drawers. She put her bra and panties in one. When she was done, he spoke again, “Take your shoes off and put them away as well.” She sat on the edge of the bed and reached down and unbuckled each shoe in turn and removed them. Then she stood and carried them over to the armoire, set them inside the bottom and shut the door. There was something final in that moment. She now was completely nude, and had just shut her clothes inside the armoire. It wasn’t locked, of course, but since her dress was out of sight, she suddenly felt more vulnerable. She realized that the conceit she had before that she could leave at any time wasn’t completely true, unless she planned on running away naked. She shuddered at the thought. She had been brought up by her parents to be modest. She knew that Sean would – if she became his – want her nude as much as possible. She snapped herself out of it. Her hand was still on the armoire from closing it. She turned to face Sean and put her hands behind her back again. “Take the bedspread off the bed and toss it on the floor. Then lie down on the bed with your feet towards me. Put one or two of the pillows under your head so that you’re comfortable. Spread your legs so that I can have a good view.” As he said the last part, she flushed again and she clenched involuntarily. She quickly complied, waiting until the end to part her thighs for him. “Now I want you to put on a little show for me. Touch yourself. But you must not come without my permission. Good things to those who wait, Lucy.” She groaned a little when she heard that. She was already as horny as she could remember ever being. All she wanted was for him to take her. But the reasoning part of her brain (to the extent she still had contact with it), knew that wasn’t going to happen as long as he kept to his rules. She remembered that he asked for a show, so she resolved to make it the best she could. She brought both hands up to her breasts and cupped them brushing a thumb across each rock-hard nipple. Little lightning bolts flew straight from each to her groin and made her moan. It wasn’t long before her right hand drifted down to her sex.
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