Sophie & The Society

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

But it was Peter who called her next, the following day, before Roberto returned. In the months since she had become a Subject, many Members had summoned her. Though few were as original or as interesting in their s****l requirements as Anthony was, fortunately her experience had only infrequently been actively disagreeable. On the occasions she had experienced s*x as intimate and rewarding as that with Anthony, she often felt a reluctance to reveal to Roberto each and every detail. She feared lest he would think the pleasure she had obtained was in some way stolen from him. Yet each time he managed to reassure her that this was not really so. Instead of punishing her for her waywardness, on these occasions he had sensed that she had been moved, and he responded with tenderness. Roberto still wanted her to tell everything that happened, as always, but instead of demanding her confession, he gently coaxed her into confiding in him. Instead of the violent expression of his passion for her that usually followed her account of s*x with another man, at such times he made love to her in the gentlest fashion. She imagined slowly speaking to him of Anthony’s laying on of hands, as Roberto caressed her, seeking out with his sensitive fingers those places in her body where most she desired his touch. At such times, he would place himself behind her and slide his c**k up into her while softly stroking her breasts and belly. Slowly f*****g her, his hand would seek out her burgeoning c******s and with infinite patience encourage it to flower to its fullest extent. Roberto was expert as no other lover had ever been in finding just that rhythm and exactly that pressure which brought her c******s to its peak, and drew from it an orgasmic vibration which was truly fulfilling.

On the other hand, when she returned from s****l congress with such as Peter, Roberto’s response was almost invariably severe.

“When you submit yourself to such a man,” Roberto had told her once, “a man for whom you feel no desire, you prove beyond all doubt your love for me, since you perform the act only because I wish it. But at the same time, you show yourself to be a true w***e. Though you prostitute yourself not for money but for love, it is prostitution just the same. To have s*x with a man for other reasons than that you want him is the action of a w***e. I am therefore doubly justified in beating you. First, because you have shown that you will do anything to please me, and if beating you pleases me, then you will submit to it. Secondly, only a w***e would behave in such a way. By admitting to such an action you implicitly invite your punishment.”

Roberto had been telling her this as he tied each of her wrists to the whipping stool.

“Is that what is meant by a double bind?” she enquired with mock innocence. As she knew he would, he responded to her question by growing even sterner.

“If you make light of it, I shall need to make my point with greater emphasis.”

Her encounters with Peter had now settled into a routine, which never varied. He telephoned her about every four weeks. She was told to call at his house in Hampstead at 2.30 in the afternoon. She was ushered into Peter’s study by Edna, his housekeeper, a woman of about forty with whom Sophie had never exchanged more than the bare minimum of words. Peter sat on the sofa—a middle-aged man, fat and balding. The curtains were drawn. At one end of the room was a spotlight, the only illumination. Peter turned on the CD player with his remote control and asked her to dance for him. In his phone call he had specified what clothes she was to wear—invariably a dress in black or blue, with black underwear in satin or silk: bra, briefs and suspenders supporting stockings with seams. She would dance, gradually stripping off her clothes till she wore only the stockings and suspenders. He then indicated that she should approach him. He lay back on the sofa and she sat beside him as she undid his trousers and pulled them down. He was rarely fully erect at this point, and she would manipulate him with her hand till his c**k grew rigid. Sometimes he would push her head down, requiring her to fellate him till he grew hard. This was the one thing she found distasteful—literally so, since he was not careful about his toilet and his c**k frequently smelled and tasted rank. Oh Roberto, she would think at such times, do you know just how much I must love you to do this?

When Peter was erect she would sit astride him and lower herself onto his c**k. Sometimes in f*****g him she would have to bounce around for what seemed like ages. Peter’s libido seemed a weak and feeble affair. She thought he probably had no s*x in between her visits, yet even so he was sometimes only reluctantly brought to ejaculate. When at last he came, she would climb off him immediately, wipe herself and get dressed. After s*x they would have tea, brought in by Edna. This was the part she most enjoyed. Peter was a witty man and a great conversationalist. He was one of London’s most successful literary agents, and had a fund of delicious and scandalous gossip. He was, despite occasionally malicious remarks about his rivals, fundamentally a kind man. He was also, Sophie could see, a lonely one. She never knew just who had been the Subject he had sponsored when he became a Member of the Society. Surely it could not have been Edna. Sophie had the feeling that she was now his only intimate contact, and over time she had grown fond of him. But the s*x had never been anything but, as Roberto frankly put it, an act of prostitution, a fact confirmed by Peter’s habit of giving her some little present at each visit. Despite her protests, he always forced upon her a silk scarf, a pair of earrings, a small ornament.

Though by now he had heard her account of these episodes half a dozen times, Roberto invariably demanded a full recitation of each and every act. Sophie had to tell him just how erect Peter’s c**k was when she took hold of it, how exactly it smelled as she sucked it, how many times she had to thrust her hips down upon it before she brought forth Peter’s sperm. Finally she had to display her latest gift, at which point Roberto, faced with the proof of her whoredom, would administer the beating that made it all worthwhile.

When therefore Roberto returned from his latest trip she presented him with a choice.

“Do you wish a confession of my last session with Peter, or would you choose to hear of my encounter with Anthony?” she enquired, standing before him as he sat back with a drink, and leaning over to rumple his hair, a gesture he pretended to consider undignified but which she knew he found profoundly affectionate. As it was intended to be.

“Perhaps I have a confession of my own,” he said.

Sophie looked at him quizzically. As a Member of the Society Roberto had the right to s*x with any of its Subjects, and she would not expect him to consult her in advance. Nevertheless, in the year since her initiation he had only infrequently availed himself of his opportunities. When he had done so she had accepted the fact, in accordance with her vows. But she was still not able to view such acts with equanimity. Their very infrequency had not accustomed her to the consequences of her oath of obedience.

“So,” she said. “Are you going to tell me?”

“You have often heard me speak of Alex.”

Indeed she had. Alex was Roberto’s mentor, an upper class Englishman who had been the lover of Roberto’s mother. Roberto’s parents had separated when he was twelve, and from that point Alex had been a second father to him, or rather more like an older friend than a parent. When Roberto’s mother had died Alex had brought him to England and taken charge of his education. Once that was complete he had found him a position in an Italian bank. Three years ago Alex had gone to work in New York, so that Sophie had never yet met him. But Roberto never ceased to speak of him.

“When I was in Frankfurt, I met Alex. He introduced me again to his Subject, Laura. You know that he had always kept her from me until he told me about the Society. But that first time I only met her briefly. This time there was a more prolonged encounter.”

“You mean a s****l encounter?”

“Yes,” said Roberto. “Alex wished it.”

“If she is a Subject, you could have had such an encounter without Alex’s permission,” she said.

“That is true, but I would not have done so. Anyway, he wished it.”

“Was it pleasurable?” She didn’t really want to know, but she had to ask.

“Yes,” he said tersely. He offered no details. “Afterwards she went and told him exactly what happened. The way you tell me. The next day she came to me again. I saw on her behind what he had done to her. She said it was usual, it was acceptable, except that there was an additional severity this time.”

“Were you excited by the marks on her?”

“Yes.”

“So did you have her again?”

“I beat her. Exactly on the marks where he had done.” He seemed to shudder at the memory. “The point is, Alex is soon coming to England. Naturally he wants to meet you.”

Sophie was silent.

“You know what this will entail?”

“Of course,” she said. “I’ve always known it would happen. Are you going to sacrifice me to him?”

“I wouldn’t put it quite like that,” he said. “But he said he wants to put you to the test.”

In the event on this occasion neither confessed in full their s****l encounters with others. They went to bed and Roberto made love to her with intensity. His c**k was as hard as she had ever known it, and she knew he was deeply excited by the thought of Alex’s visit. Sophie felt a little intimidated. Can I live up to it? she wondered. She was sure Roberto had sung her praises to Alex, even over-praised her, as he was wont to do. In the middle of the night he woke her and took her again. His orgasm was so sharp he cried out as if in pain. Sophie stroked him till he fell asleep. She lay awake, thinking of what sort of test Alex might have in store for her. Next week was a double anniversary, two years since she and Roberto had first met, and one year since she was initiated into the Society. She had been through many tests of her submissiveness in these last few months, but Alex might prove a greater ordeal than any of them. She lay across Roberto’s chest, her head rising and falling with his softly breathing body. Her thoughts went back to their first meeting….