by Cyan
Copyright 2005 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
The material was so soft, it was almost like wearing nothing, the robe Carla helped me into. It was gray, quite opaque, a thick material, and yet weighed nearly nothing. Carla now wore a similar robe, though I couldn't remember when she had changed.
Carla belted my robe, then smiled. "Relaxed?" she said, in that soft, soothing voice, with her mild smile. She immediately placed the tip of her finger on her lips, her little reminder that I was not to speak.
I nodded yes, indeed feeling calm.
Her response was a renewal of her mild smile, and she took my hand, drawing me gently. I wondered, what next?
It had all begun with an interview, Carla's gently probing questions as the two of us sat over glasses of wine. I had been impressed at the personal attention I was receiving, expensive though this weekend was. Melony had certainly raved about the place, telling me it was worth every penny, and I was glad I'd managed to convince my friend, Sarah to come along and try it with me. I wondered how Sarah was enjoying this, but I figured by now she was also convinced it was money and time well spent.
Carla now led me down a hall. All was silent, as I recalled it to have been the whole day, giving the place a mysterious air. It made me wonder if the rooms were sound-proofed. Earlier, once Carla had talked to me for a while, gaining a rather intimate acquaintance of my life, she had overseen my changing to a soft, terry robe, then instructed me through a session of relaxation exercises, and meditation. Through the subsequent hours, during my leisurely bath and the most amazing massage I'd ever had, I returned to my mantra as instructed each time I noticed my attention wandering.
As Wan, who attended to my bath and massaged me, had finally withdrawn from the room, Carla had returned, silently bidding me to stand and wrap myself in a towel, then led me to a beautiful room that opened to a view of the entire valley. She had had me discard the towel, then had led me through yoga exercises, followed by another review of my relaxation exercises and meditation.
Now, as I followed her down this new hall, I had no idea what might follow. I found myself pausing for a moment in the hallway and immediately felt her hand gently touch my back. There was nothing sexual in it, and I felt mild surprise at how completely unsexual all had been, despite my nudity in the presence of these two women. No doubt it was the matter-of-factness I sensed in their attitude, that all was normal. "How do you feel?" asked Carla, quietly. "Relaxed?"
I nodded, and she smiled approvingly at my silence.
"As I told you," she continued, in that mild voice I'd been hearing since our arrival, "you must let go. Release all those worries you harbor about others, calmly take your own life as it comes, and allow all that you do and experience, simply to happen."
I found the two of us moving again, now strolling at a slower pace than previously. Realizing that she was looking for a response, I nodded. "As we said," she continued, "clear your mind. Worry about nothing and think about nothing. Nothing. No, don't nod, this time." Her hand now rested just below my shoulder as we walked toward a door. "Nothing," she said, barely above a whisper.
It wasn't actually a door, but an opening with no door, which you could see led around a corner into a passage, hiding whatever was ahead. Passing through, we entered a larger room.
A woman was in the room. She was naked and faced away from us, and as I immediately discerned, she was bound, her arms pulled upright to where here wrists were attached to a hanging rope, and her legs held apart, her ankles attached to the floor. I felt myself give a sharp intake of breath. "Now relax," said Carla. "Remember, no worry."
"But..."
"Shhh," Carla said, in a soothing voice. I glanced at her, and found she had a whip in her hand! "Come," she said, drawing me closer to the woman. "Your mantra," she said, the short prompt I'd grown used to over the course of the day when she wanted me to resume it. "Everything is fine," she added.
I stared at the woman. Carla's hand was still lightly on my back. And I realized it was Sarah! "Sarah!" I said, barely above a whisper.
"Sh," said Carla once again.
"What is this?"
Carla took my shoulders and turned me so the two of us faced each other. "Everything is fine," she said, again with that smile. But I was very disturbed. Why did Carla have a whip?
I wrenched free, and darted toward Sarah, unable to fathom what was going on, or what I would do, but knowing I had to help my poor friend. Carla quickly caught up, as I rounded to face Sarah.
Sarah's mouth was taped. She was clearly captive. "Let her go!" I said, but even then, I found I hadn't really raised my voice.
"It's all OK," said Carla. Then Carla turned toward Sarah and said, "Show her it's OK."
Sarah looked down at the floor. That's all Sarah did, but the way she did it, it was very clear she was telling me what Carla wished her to say. I stared. "Sarah?" I said, totally confused, and still compelled to do something.
Sarah raised her eyes to me, and the look in them was...
The tape over her mouth made her expression harder to read, and yet her eyes told a story. Acceptance. Pleading, but for what? She showed not the slightest sign of struggle. There was a fear there, and yet not the slightest sign she wanted me to do anything to free her. There was a desire. I felt very uncomfortable.
I didn't know what to make of it. I had no clue what to do. Carla's hand patted my back lightly. "Remember," said Carla, "we are learning to accept life. Relax."
I tried to understand what was happening. Carla had that whip. There was an implication there. I thought back to all I'd experienced through the day. Carla's probing questions. The relaxation, the meditation. The soothing bath and massage. Why was Sarah like this? "What's going on?" I said.
Carla drew me, back toward where we had come in, again behind Sarah. Sarah made no effort to watch as we circled her. "You're learning to accept life," said Carla, "to not let worries take hold. Especially not the worries of others. Now, your mantra." Her hand stroked my back again. I remembered the stroking from before when she had been teaching me to relax. "Cleansing breath," said Carla, then, "That's better."
But Sarah! I sensed that Carla felt me stiffen again. "You need to relax," she said, perhaps a touch more firmly, and and yet showing no tension herself. "We established that, remember? You are going to stop wearing the tensions born of everyday worries." I did feel myself begin to relax again, realizing Carla had managed to train me to respond instantly to her prompting. "Your friend has different needs," said Carla. "She needs sensation, strong sensation. And practice accepting of what she must experience. And a sense of complete humility."
She became silent. Carla had had my attention, and I found myself mentally repeating the words she'd just spoken, trying to tease out some reasonable meaning. As I thought, she had taken my hand, and looking down, I found I was now holding the whip. She'd drawn closer. "Relax," she said, again.
I stared at the whip in my hand. What was going on here? My eyes raised to Carla's. She studied me. I simply stood there, now with an inkling of what Carla expected of me. And Sarah had merely stood there, head bowed. Carla drew me to a spot just to the left of Sarah's back. "This..." I began, then wondered what I was going to say about this.
"Relax," whispered Carla. Her hand made soft circles on my back. I stood there. "Clear your mind," she said.
"I can't..."
"Don't worry about that," said Carla. "Don't worry about anything." I felt her hand massage my shoulder as if to release tension there.
"I can't hurt her," I said, hearing hoarseness in my voice.
Carla said nothing for a moment, but her hands continued to work, on my neck and shoulders. "The idea," she said, "is to put that out of your mind. Don't take on unnecessary concerns."
Unnecessary concerns! She leaned close to my ear. "This is what is happening now in your life," she whispered, the first time she'd used a real whisper. "Clear your mind. Use your mantra." Still, we stood there like that, her hand on my shoulder having the only movement in the room. Sarah still stood, head bowed, helpless. "Simply let it happen."
I felt a shudder in my body. I wondered if I were going to cry. Everything was so wrong. "Your mantra," whispered Carla, again. "Release all worries. Just focus on your mantra, for me, as you have been doing, so well, all day."
As she'd taught me, I tried not to mouth the word as I silently repeated it. Her hand still massaged my back softly. We still stood in that room, the three of us. I still saw the impossible thing Carla was saying I was to do. And Sarah.
How could Sarah be a party to this? "Begin," said Carla. Was I being cruel to make Sarah wait? To make her wonder when it would start? It all confused me. "No thoughts," said Carla. I still had the impression that Carla could sense when I was thinking, and I found myself again trying to do as she bade me. "Use your arm, a wide arc so you don't need to tense," she said, then she lifted my arm away from Sarah. "The first one fast, she needs to feel it all." Still, her soft hand on my back. "Do it," she whispered.
I felt my arm move slightly, but that was all. "No thoughts," she whispered. "Do it."
I simply watched my own arm. I watched the whip hit home, catching the very top of the back of Sarah's thighs. I watched Sarah jerk, and struggle briefly, which immediately brought me back to reality. "Calm," whispered Carla. "All is well. No thoughts, no worries." I think she must have sensed my tension and I felt a change in the way her hand worked on my shoulder again. "Relax," she said. "Think of nothing."
Seconds went by. "Do it," Carla said.
I did it. Again, the brief struggle. Somehow this time it didn't affect me so much. "Yes," said Carla, still in that soothing whisper. "No worries. Do it."
In moments, Carla was no longer prompting me each time. My eyes took in Sarah's struggles, but I no longer felt the strong sympathetic response, the horror at what she was surely experiencing. "No thoughts," said Carla, "but swing your arm more." As I watched, the whip swung faster. Sarah's struggles renewed, clearly the pain more intense. "Yes," said Carla.
On, I did it. "You're free. You're calm," whispered Carla. Sarah's struggles continued. "Nothing is wrong. Everything is right. You feel totally relaxed." The sight of Sarah's struggle was still before me, but it no longer registered. Or at least on some level, I found I no longer felt the sense of Sarah, the person suffering. I merely observed, Sarah's growing struggles. "Yes," whispered Carla, and I heard pleasure in her voice. "Yes, you're free. Everything grows more and more perfect. You grow more and more relaxed. It doesn't matter. All is right in the world."
* * *
It was like a daze. First, I'd again sensed the presence Carla's hand on my shoulder, perhaps her touch becoming more pronounced. "Good," she whispered. And her hand touched my arm. I felt myself stop the whipping, finally. "Perfect," Carla said, again a whisper in my ear.
I realized another woman was in the room, close to Carla and me. She was dark and I thought for a moment she was African American, but then realized I wasn't sure. Maybe Indian. Approaching, she took the whip from Carla and I realized Carla had taken it out of my hand. It was all like a dream.
Carla drew my hand, turning me away from Sarah. Thoughts of what I'd just been doing returned, with a kind of wonder and a very real horror. I broke away from Carla, turning back.
The woman had approached Sarah from behind and was whispering in her ear. The woman still held the whip. Something told me she was going to whip Sarah more. I felt an intake of breath.
"Relax," came Carla's voice in my ear, now above a whisper. She drew me away, turning me back around. I twisted my head to look back again. The woman had circled Sarah to face her. They were very close. The woman spoke, but I was too far away to hear. Carla's hand drew me forward, out of the room.
She embraced me. Her calm smile was exactly as before. Her eyes were sympathetic. "Perfect," she said.
* * *
Sarah never looked at me, and I only watched her sidelong as we returned to my car. As we sat, I saw her very gingerly lower herself to the seat. When we'd met, after I'd said the single word, "Ready?" and she'd given me a short, nervous nod, neither of us had said a word, which normally would be totally unlike us. But at this moment, I couldn't imagine talking.
But after minutes, a half an hour of driving, Sarah finally spoke. "How could you put me through that?" she said softly, sounding perplexed and a bit disturbed.
"I'm so sorry," I said without thinking.
"No!" she said, abruptly. "It's just," she began, "I don't see how you could make yourself do things like that."
Well, I didn't see how she could accept what she accepted. I pondered her words. And I realized that even as she seemed uncomprehending about what I did, I sensed not the slightest recrimination in her.
* * *
I unlocked her door. I had her make me a key, as it felt right to her that I not have to wait for her answer. She was in her kitchen, and looked up when I appeared. She froze, and for only an instant I saw the fear and horror in her eyes. Then...
Approaching me, she led the way into her bedroom. I was content to let her lead, and began my mantra. As she stripped and retrieved the restraining gear, I briefly closed my eyes, focusing on my shoulders and neck. That's where the tension usually lies.
Opening my eyes, I found her waiting. I assisted her into the restraints as that is necessary, and hooked the cord on the ceiling hook to draw her straight upright. Then I taped her mouth.
The cane lay on Sarah's bed where she had left it for me. I had plenty of time for this, since Jason and I weren't to meet for another hour. And I really wanted to be at my best for that. Sarah undoubtedly had evening plans too, and would be appreciating the chance to refocus from her own day's tribulations.
Taking my place beside and just behind Sarah, I took the cane in hand, closing my eyes for one more a moment. Work is over, I thought, setting aside my thoughts of the day, of my coworkers, their constant neediness. I knew I was doing better now, no longer attempting to do everyone else's job for them. No longer feeling that obligation to live lives and worry worries that aren't my own. But still...
Breath.
Relax.
Think of nothing.
I banished thoughts of the apprehension I'd seen on Sarah's face just before closing my eyes.
Cyan Stories
Erotic fiction, sex stories, for erotica lovers.