Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
It had been a few weeks and Laura still couldn’t get James out of her head. She also couldn’t forget about BDSM. When she reached the one-month mark, she decided to take matters into her own hands. She had been going to bed every night, thinking and dreaming of James. She’d tried masturbating, but wasn’t really getting anywhere and realized she needed more help. She found a place online that promised discretion and ordered a vibrator before she could change her mind. She even splurged for expedited shipping, something she wouldn’t do normally.
The night it came, she went to bed early and got out her new vibrator, a heavy leather belt she hadn’t worn in a while, and some lube. She concentrated on her memories of James for a bit, then decided to see what she could do with her belt. She tried it several different ways before discovering she could get the best effect with it by holding the buckle in front with one hand and then using her other hand to swing the end of it around to hit her buttocks. All the time, she imagined it was James using the belt on her. She remembered his warning when she was slow in putting herself over his knee, that if she didn’t get down, he would use his belt after the spanking. She spanked herself with the belt repeatedly and realized she was growing damp. She continued a bit longer and then lay on a towel on the bed.
She had gotten a rabbit vibrator that could be used to stimulate both her clit and her pussy. Although she seemed to be quite wet, she put lube on the vibrator anyway. With her buttocks still hot from her spanking, she started in with the vibrator, trying the different settings it offered. She kept thinking of James and imagined he was going down on her again. Gradually, she felt her arousal growing. After about half an hour of active stimulation, she felt like she was on the precipice of something special. She wasn’t sure if it was an orgasm or not, but it felt good. She kept going, but after a few minutes more, she realized her arousal was fading. It was like she needed something extra to take her over the edge and into an orgasm.
Still, it was better than she’d ever managed with her hand alone and it had felt pretty good most of the time. She felt her buttocks which were still a little warm and remembered how it had felt when James had spanked her. She hadn’t liked it at the time – it had really hurt. But looking back, the warmth of his hand and the heat of her buttocks merged into more arousal.
She turned the vibrator to its highest setting and within a few minutes she was back on the precipice. This time she didn’t let herself stop and think about it, but kept going. She made it over the edge, but the orgasm quickly fizzled out. It had been a release, and she felt okay, but it hadn’t been like it was with James and she was beginning to feel like nothing ever would be.
The next day, Laura woke up a little groggy. She had dreamed of James again. Although she’d come last night, it was nothing like the delicious ways James had teased her. Laura considered her options over breakfast. The self-delivered spanking and the vibrator had helped, but it hadn’t been as fulfilling as she’d hoped.
After work, she decided to give Fetlife a try. Her research had told her it was a website where you could learn a lot, as well as meet people and find out about local events. She wished she would have known about it before wading through a ton of bad online porn.
Somehow she made it through a day of back-to-back meetings before she rushed back home with a poke bowl and a diet coke from the takeout place near her home. After waiting for her laptop to boot up, she took the first bite and mulled on the website and what it offered.
She wasn’t sure about the events part because she was afraid of running into James. She kind of did want to see him again. The real question was, did he want to see her? After all, he hadn’t come looking for her after the tornado. Then again, she hadn’t gone looking for him either. She wouldn’t even know where to start. They’d exchanged a lot of words the night of the tornado (and some body fluids), but not phone numbers. And to be fair, he might have other priorities right now. He said he was in construction, and Mrs. Shepherd had confirmed that much. He was probably up to his ears in work right now.
As she continued to waffle about James, she found the website and first had to pick a screen name. Hmm, maybe something with ‘Honey’ in it? James had called her that and she liked it. How about ‘Honeylamb’? Her mother had practically changed her name to that when she was a small child. Maybe HoneyLamb42? Goodness, all these categories to fill out. She’d have to leave most of them blank for now. She didn’t know what a lot of the terms meant. What on earth was a “primal”?
So much stuff. Fetlife had over six million members. Well, maybe she should start simple. Events. That sounded possible. What was happening here in Kansas City? They had all kinds of stuff going on, it seemed. Socials, munches, gatherings, play parties? What was all this stuff? She poked around some more and found a group called “Novices and Newbies.” Now that was the group for her.