20 ~ A Dash of Fantasy

20 Nov

Naomi sits.  Quickly.

Anna smiles, just a hint of a smile, but with warmth.  “Good girl,” she says.  Naomi settles herself cross legged on the cushion, aware of the new welts, and the old welts on her ass and thighs.  Anna hands her a lap desk, a small notebook, three index cards, and a fancy pen.

“Now,” she says.  “I know you have questions for me, this will be an opportunity to ask them.  I’ll give you a little time to think about what to ask, about 15 minutes ~ you are only allowed three questions.  Write each one on a separate card, please.

“I’ll let you know when you have five minutes left,” she goes on, “and when you have one minute left.  Feel free to make notes in the notebook if that helps you think through the questions.  Some people have found it helpful to jot down all their questions, and then pick three, but that’s up to you, of course.”

Pen in hand, Naomi stares at the notebook.  Questions swirl through her mind.  Who are Wendy and Sara?  What are they doing here?  And what about Mark and Sean?  Are they in training too?

When will Sir Daniel come back?  And Sir Evan?  Will they ~” and she pauses, not sure what to write.  Will they fuck her?  Will they both fuck her?  Use her mouth?    And her ass?

For a moment she can see it, Sir Daniel is behind her, fucking her pussy, and Sir Evan has His cock in her mouth.   Sidetracked, she shivers and her pussy clenches.

She shakes her head, now is not the time to think of that.  And what is the real point of this?  Sir Daniel makes it sound like it’s going to help her, that it will teach her discipline, but will it all be like this?  Will she ever get to wear clothes again?  Or talk?  And what about her home? Her life?  If she stays here, won’t people worry about her?

Naomi sighs.  She’s scribbling questions in the little notebookas fast as she thinks of them, but there’s no clock in the room and she has no idea how much time has gone by.

“Five minutes left,” Anna says, and Naomi thinks, well, there’s one question answered.

She looks back through her questions.  Which three does she most want the answers to?  

When Anna says “One minute left,” Naomi has almost finished transferring her top three questions to the the index cards.

When the bell rings, Anna takes the cards from her.  The first question is about her home and what’s going to happen to account for her absence.  

Anna reads it aloud and nods.   “Of course you’re worried,” she says.  “Sir Daniel is taking care of that for you, there’s no need to worry.  He’ll let you know if He needs your input or help.”  She sets that card aside and goes on to the next one.

“What are my goals here?” she reads aloud.  “O, another good question.”  She smiles and strokes Naomi’s cheek.  “If we fully understood the answer to that one, you would not need to be here.”  To Naomi’s dismay, she sets the card aside.

Picking up the last card, Anna reads, “Who are Wendy and Sara, and  Mark and Sean, and what are they doing here?”

This time, Anna frowns.  She shakes her head.  “This question ~ this one is none of your business.  They are here for themselves, just as you are.  i am a little disappointed that you chose that question.  i think you are just curious about them, this isn’t a question from deep inside yourself.”

Naomi blushes, of course that’s none of her business really, she is just curious.  She hates that she has disappointed Anna, and she hates that she feels that way.  This is crazy.  Stockholm syndrome, that’s all this is, this desire to please the woman who has whipped her, who makes her sit on the floor, who hasn’t answered any of her questions!

Tears well up.

Anna is watching her closely.  “You feel bad, you are worried and upset,” she says.  

The tears spill over, a couple of them run down Naomi’s cheeks.  Anna reaches out to touch them, wiping them away.  “This is hard, yes?” she says.  “You may speak freely now.  Tell me what is on your mind and in your heart.”

“You didn’t answer any of my questions,” says Naomi, more tears spilling over.  “And – and now you’re disappointed in me!  And i don’t know what’s going to happen to me, what’s going to happen next.”  With a kleenex, Anna gently wipes Naomi’s tears away.

Naomi, undone by this tenderness, goes on, ” And i don’t want to care if you are disappointed, but i do care, and that kind of makes me mad.  Why do i even care what you think?  And you didn’t answer any of my questions!  i went through all that work picking questions, and you didn’t answer any of them.”  She is sobbing now.

Anna lets her cry, stokes her hair waiting til the tears have subsided.  Then she hands her a couple of kleenex, “Blow,” she says, and Naomi blows her nose.

“Better?” she says, and Naomi nods, not sure why she feels better, but she does.

“So many more questions, so much hurt,” Anna says.  “You are upset that I didn’t answer your questions, but I never said I would, I only said you could ask.  Naomi, you are in training as a slave.”  She smiles, warm and caring, “Slaves don’t get to know what’s going to happen next, or what their goals are, or any of that.”

“And of course you care if you disappoint me,” Anna goes on.   “Right now, I represent your Master, and you want to please Him above everything else, right?’

Slowly, Naomi nods.  Yes.  She does.  Of course she does. 

“So that is all you need to worry about,” says Anna.  “When you disappoint, you will be punished, and there is no need for you to punish yourself.”  As she says this, she  takes a small metal ring from her desk.  It ‘s about the size of a nickel, but hollow in the center, and has a tiny hinge that allows her to open it.  Anna snaps it onto one of the large rings on Naomi’s collar ~ not the ring in the front that they have used to attach the leash or her hands to, but a ring on the left side of the collar.

“Now,” Anna says, “When it is time for punishment, we will be able to count infractions.  Do you have any last comments before you need to be silent again?”

Naomi looks down shyly.  She feels so good, so light, as if huge burdens have been lifted off her.  Saying the words isn’t easy, but she very much wants to, so she raises her head to look directly at Anna.  “Thank you, ma’am,” she says.

8 Responses to “20 ~ A Dash of Fantasy”

  1. ancilla_ksst November 20, 2012 at 10:13 am #

    I have nominated you for one of my favorite blogs. Feel free to ignore or participate.


    • aisha November 20, 2012 at 11:23 am #

      Dear ancilla,

      i’m honored to be on your “favorites” list, and will be delighted to answer your questions!! i really enjoyed reading your answers.



  2. Wordwytch November 20, 2012 at 12:02 pm #

    A very interesting play on the mind and the mindset involved. Good job. And as usual, I’m looking forward to see where this is going.

    • aisha November 20, 2012 at 6:43 pm #

      Thanks, Wordwytch. This was a little different from my usual, don’t know where i’m going yet, just riding the fantasy.


      • Wordwytch November 20, 2012 at 11:41 pm #

        I understand. That’s how 90% of my wriing works. I start with an idea and next thing I know there are 3, 56, 135 pages. 🙂

        Best part…. it drives Wolf crazy that I can write off the cuff. 🙂

  3. mrssoftbottom November 20, 2012 at 10:20 pm #

    ok so I don’t know exactly why… but I cried when Naomi cried during the story-this gets better each day- thanks

    • aisha November 20, 2012 at 10:37 pm #

      Hi, Mrssoftbottom,

      That’s interesting, isn’t it? i don’t quite know what this part of the story’s about, i’m just following where it takes me. Thank you.


  4. vanillamom November 28, 2012 at 11:18 am #

    perfect. Some of *my* questions got answered. NIcely done. Very nicely done.

    (ps I’m really glad i didn’t have time to read these one at a time…mighta killed me to wait! Now I get to read a whole lot of them at once!

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