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| felis_silvestris |
She was becoming increasingly curious about her guardian, he said very little to her and made her feel uncomfortable and yet she felt inexplicably drawn to him. He knew so much about her, dictated her daily life in fact; and yet she knew nothing about him. She needed to know more, there was something about him that made her heart beat faster when she saw him but also rendered her unable to speak or think clearly. She began to flush as she remembered last nights dream. He had entered her dreams again and she couldn't bare her embarrassment at how her dream had affected her body without her consent.
She had wandered through the huge house, explored every room that wasn't locked to her; explored the gardens until she no longer looked at all. She had been instructed to attend daily riding lessons as her riding style wasn't appropriate. Her tutor was a female acquaintance of her guardian; she was extremely strict and it seemed she couldn't do anything to her high standards, try as she might. She was a beautiful woman, very tall and slim with striking blue eyes. She found herself gazing at her quite often and she felt an overwhelming desire to please her with her riding skills, to gain her favor but seemed unable to; no matter how well she rode. She had been mounting her horse the day before and had hitched her skirts up well over her knee, thoughtlessly. As she began to lift herself up into the saddle, her tutor brought her crop down across the back of her exposed leg before chastising her quite severely for exposing more leg than was necessary. She screamed out naturally but more from the shock of the blow than the pain. After this she found it hard to concentrate on her riding skills at all, her mind was racing with what had occurred, it confused her. She knew that she should be upset, even a little angry but she wasn't; she felt a growing curiosity at the sensation and found herself wondering how the punishment would feel against her more tender areas of bare skin. She even found herself contemplating ways of invoking further punishment so that she may explore her curiosity further. Yes, the lessons broke up the monotony of her days somewhat but she disliked them immensely; except for her desire to win her tutors favor.
She was returning to her room from today's lesson, when she noticed one of the doors ajar on the upstairs landing, a door that was ordinarily locked and out of bounds to her. She stopped, checked the hallway and waited outside the room listening carefully for signs of movement within. She placed her hands slowly on the huge door and very gently pressed against it; her heart was beating so fast she could almost hear it. She felt a sense of excitement she hadn't felt before; a sense of danger, the forbidden. She knew she shouldn't enter the room but she couldn't help herself. The sheer fact it was normally locked and out of bounds compelled her to do so.
At first glance the room appeared to be empty. It was a tiny room, carpeted with a single window. There were a few book shelves to her right. It didn't seem out of the ordinary to her at all except for it's size; but there was something different about the books. They didn't seem like the books in the library, they were all different shapes and sizes and there was a shelf at the top of one of the bookcases where all of the books were bound in pure white vellum and seemed to have gold lettering on the spine. The smell of leather was strong and there was something pure about them, clean, untouched, almost sacred. She thought about leaving but she had to know why these books were so different. As she got closer to them she reached out for one randomly. Removing it from the shelf she opened it without looking at the cover at all. She turned a few pages and began to read a paragraph. She mouthed the words on the page quietly to herself and then stopped. She couldn't believe what she was reading, the text described an image of a woman knelt naked on the floor on her hands and knees, wearing what could only be described as a horse bit in her mouth, she was blinkered and reins were pulled down her back tightly lifting her head up high, they had been then fed inbetween her thighs and wrapped around her waist. She was shocked at what she had read, she shut the book quickly and replaced it on the shelf removing her hands as if the book was hot and burned her fingers. She turned her attention to the white books, she looked up to them and scanned them quickly. It became obvious that they were all identical except for the wording on the spine. Each book seemed to have the name of a female on it, carefully placed in order. She had never seen such a thing and didn't know quite what to make of it. She began to browse through the names. Slowly, her hand began to reach out to a book on the shelf. She could touch the book with her finger tips but no matter how she tried, she couldn't reach sufficiently to remove it from the shelf. She gazed at the book; clearly displayed in gold lettering was the name of her riding tutor. Why would there be a book with her name on? Surely not, it mustn't be her, she thought to herself. Then she noticed the book adjacent to it, on it was her own name. She desperately wanted to look inside it, to read its contents. Surely it couldn't be her, could it? Why would there be a book with her name on; here, hidden in this room with these other books? She tried to grip the spine of the book to remove it from the shelf but couldn't.
She started to panic, she knew she had been in there only a matter of minutes but it seemed much longer and the fear of being found became too much for her. She stepped back from the shelves reluctantly but before leaving the room she reached out and removed the little book she first read, from the shelf. She placed it carefully in the folds of her riding jacket and quickly left the room.
He had been watching her from his chair in the alcove, delighting in her obvious discomfort; a slight smile forming on his face. He knew that had he left the door open she wouldn't be able to resist the temptation to look inside. He had been there only a few minutes before her and waited quietly, patiently, out of sight, for her to discover the open door. Watching her eyes widen at the words on the page before her, her hand rising to her chest and her mouth opened slightly at the shock of the story. Drinking in her discovery of a book with her name on it, the subsequent confusion and frustration as she tried to reach it but couldn't. It all gave him immense pleasure; to know that already she had desires, desires that she would need to fulfill and that she would recognise on the pages of the little book she had taken.
She practically ran to her room and burst in through the door. Closing it quickly behind her, she fell against it panting and flushed from her excitement. She couldn't believe what she had done, stolen a book from the room. She was scared if the consequences of such an act but she was also excited by it. Would she be punished, she wondered? She turned the key in the door and walked to her bed. She sat down and pulled out the book. She opened the front cover slowly, already she felt a longing in the pit of her stomach; a warm glow that was spreading all over her body and especially between her legs. She flushed from embarrassment at her predicament. She knew that she longed to read what was inside the book but part of her also ached to be the woman in the book..
| 26 Oct 09, 5:19 PM wonderer UK, 5 yrs  |
Something subtle yet profound going on here. And well written too. Fascinating. Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est. http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/226772/ |
