Chapter 13 - BDSM

33. That was the number displayed on the large screen in the kitchen this morning. Natalie now had thirty-three days left. Two days had passed since her father returned home and she told him the big news. A little over a month, a time that absolutely had to be used. But her body didn't seem to have fully grasped that every hour, every single minute she had left was precious. Because it had decided to do what it had been doing to her once a month for a little over a year. Natalie had gotten her period.

She was understandably annoyed at that, because it was something she hadn't considered when she made the decision to get rid of all her clothes and spend the rest of her life naked. That meant a small adjustment, because until now she had normally relied on pads. Now, however, she had to resort to tampons, which she had borrowed from her mother. It was Steph who had reassured her a little, because when it happened and she woke up last night with that unfortunately now quite familiar feeling between her legs, she had been a little worried at first. She hadn't actually expected her period yet. But after a nighttime conversation with her mother, she had learned that, especially in the first two years of menstruation, the body still needed a while to adjust and, accordingly, the intervals between periods could easily vary. In addition, major life changes, stress, and increased sexual activity could also have a certain influence on this rhythm, and these were all factors that were playing a fairly significant role in her life at the moment.

The slight cramps in her abdomen that accompanied this at the moment were also something she could have done without, but every time she thought about it, she had to smile secretly, because what were these pains compared to what was in store for her?

If I can't even handle this, maybe I should really think twice about having an eight-foot steel spike rammed through my body. That might sting a little more

In the mirror, she saw her lips curl into an amused smile. Then she shook her head at herself and concentrated again on what she was doing. At that moment, the little girl was sitting in front of the mirror in her room. Or rather, she was kneeling there in a rather exposed pose. Because in the last few hours, she had been grappling with a certain topic that she couldn't get out of her head. And that was since her visit to Sidney's registration office, to see Miss Chloe O'Donnell.

BDSM

Bondage, discipline, sadism, and masochism. Four little words that played a big role in their culture. What used to be just a fetish, or if you wanted to go a little further, a certain type of relationship, was now almost ubiquitous. What was impaling a woman on a barbecue spit other than the ultimate immobilization? In other words, a certain form of bondage. It took incredible discipline on the part of a meat girl to willingly submit to the point of giving up her entire life and future just so that others could enjoy a delicious meal. Sadism meant deriving pleasure and satisfaction from inflicting pain on another person, but this was consensual. The same was true of masochism, except that you were on the other side of the whip.

But what fascinated Natalie most at the moment was not so much the cultural aspect of it all, but the erotic one. It made her chest flutter when she looked at pictures and holos of girls and women striking the various poses that Chloe and her mother had talked about. One of them particularly caught her eye. It was called Nadu.
This position required kneeling with legs spread wide apart, keeping the body upright and placing the hands on the thighs. In most depictions, the women were shown with their heads bowed, probably to indicate their submission. But Natalie looked at herself in the mirror and had to admit that she liked what she saw. Except, of course, for the little ribbon dangling between her legs, which made her grimace in discomfort every time she noticed it.

Annoyed, she picked it up and briefly considered whether she should just push it between her labia. But it did have a purpose, didn't it? She let out a frustrated sigh, bit her lip, and absentmindedly rubbed her clitoris once. She looked over at her Sybian with almost longing. How she would love to sit on that wonderfully vibrating saddle right now, or maybe change the attachment and replace it with the vibrator that came with it. But the risk of making a mess was far too great for her. And so she just sighed again, full of regret, and closed her eyes.
Somehow, at that moment, the images from Sidney's office immediately reappeared in her mind's eye, with her bent over. Miss O'Donnell behind her, her rough fingers all over her pussy. She had treated her like a piece of meat, like an object. And that was exactly what she had wanted, after all. And yet, in a way, the experience had also left her confused. The stamp on her right buttock, which she had admired extensively in the mirror earlier, clearly showed what she was: a piece of meat waiting to be harvested. Nevertheless, there was this little voice inside her that was literally screaming for help. A fearful Natalie, locked in a cage in the back of her mind, shaking the bars, wanting to be let out and wanting to live. But the key to this cage was held by her guard.

Me

“Well, it looks like Chloe has left a lasting impression after all.”

The girl flinched in fright. She pressed a hand to her wildly beating heart and looked at the door. Stephanie leaned in the doorway with her arms crossed and smiled at her.

“Mom, you scared me.”

Her mother, who for a change wasn't naked today but had thrown on her favorite tight-fitting brown bodysuit, in which she looked incredibly hot as always, grinned crookedly.

“Sorry, but that looks sexy.”

Natalie returned the smile, looked away again, and looked at herself in the mirror. She hadn't given up the pose; on the contrary, she found it even more exciting that her mother was now seeing her like this. But at some point, she just shrugged and said quietly.

“Thanks, I'm just trying something out.”

“Yes, I can see that.” Stephanie moved away from the door, walked over to her, and sat down cross-legged on the floor next to her. She reached out and caressed her knee affectionately. “Nadu has always been my favorite pose.”
Natalie was secretly glad that her mom was visiting her, not only because she had been such a wonderful support to her again tonight and she enjoyed her company at any time, but also because since their trip to the city together, a myriad of questions had been swirling around in her head. And so she took the opportunity to get rid of at least a few of them.

“You told Chloe that you had forgotten most of the poses, which means you used to practice BDSM?”

Stephanie nodded, and an almost dreamy smile appeared on her lips.

“Yes, both of us. Together. I was Chloe's sub for a good year.”

Her daughter's eyes widened. For a moment, she just stared at her in amazement. And the sight seemed to amuse her mother, because a faint smile formed around her lips.

“You look surprised.”

“I am.” Nattie nodded vigorously, then tilted her head questioningly. “Her sub? So she was your master... your mistress?”

Steph nodded, leaned back against the mirror, and pulled up one leg. She looked back at her openly.

“You could say that.”

“Wow, how old were you back then?”

Her mom shrugged and thought for a moment.

“About your age, and she was a year older.”

Now Nat's mouth fell open in astonishment and she stared at her mother, almost stunned.

“What? You practiced BDSM when you were 12?”

But her mother just laughed heartily and shook her head.

“You make it sound like we whipped each other or did serious bondage.” Amused, she pressed her lips together and shrugged. “We were teenagers, well, almost, and we experimented a little. Just like you, we researched online and acquired dangerous half-knowledge.”

Her daughter continued to stare at her in amazement, her mouth still open. Meanwhile, images of her naked mother kneeling on the floor in a Nadu pose at the feet of her dominant best friend appeared in her mind's eye. Meanwhile, Steph smiled to herself, lost in thought, and finally continued.

“As you can imagine, the role of dominatrix came quite easily to a girl like Chloe. Even back then, she was much bigger and stronger than everyone else. Everyone respected her, and for a while I literally... adored her.”

Natalie hadn't missed the dreamy sparkle in her mom's eyes. Curious, she narrowed her eyes.

“But didn't you say you weren't a couple?”

Again, the answer was a shrug, but this time it came with a hint of uncertainty. As if Stephanie wanted to maintain an appearance that she herself didn't quite believe in. Or as if the conversation was reawakening old feelings that she thought she had long forgotten. Nevertheless, she finally replied:

“We weren't, at least not really. She had a boyfriend at the time, that was before she realized she was more into girls. With me, she just had sex... but that doesn't mean we didn't have feelings for each other. She liked me a lot back then, was very protective of me, and I... well... for a while...”

“What?”

Stephanie sighed, pulled her knees up, and wrapped her arms around them. At that moment, she looked almost like a young girl, sitting there with her on the floor of her childhood bedroom, revealing her feelings.

“Okay, I'll be honest with you, for a while I really thought I felt more for her... that I was in love with her. But in the end, I realized that she wasn't what I was looking for, and I wasn't what she wanted either.”

She shrugged her shoulders almost regretfully and sighed.

“So we ended things, but we've always remained friends. And that's not a given for a couple of emotional teenagers like we were. That's why I try to maintain my friendship with her. She's very special, even if she does have a gruff side."

Nattie nodded. It seemed she had been right after all, and there was more between Chloe and her mother than the latter had initially claimed. Maybe they were just friends now, but there were still feelings deep in her heart, you could see that clearly. And since she had been curious from birth, she couldn't resist probing a little further.

“What was it like with her back then? I mean the sex.”

Her mom bit her lip, but didn't seem to take offense at the question.

“Intense. She can be very assertive, and I enjoyed being bossed around by her. I really internalized the Nadu Pose back then.” The smile on her face widened as she recalled the memory. “Every time she visited us, I would wait for her naked in my room in that position. It got her in the mood right away.”

“I can imagine,” Natalie giggled and then looked at herself in the mirror for a while. Lost in thought, she let her hands wander over her body, ran them over her breasts, felt her hard nipples in her palms, and saw out of the corner of her eye how her mother was watching her with a smile. Finally, she asked in a shy voice:

“Do you think Dad would like it if I greeted him like that?”

The answer came quickly and with conviction.

“Absolutely.”

Smiling, Steph added:

“I do it for him from time to time. But with him it's different, he was never into the scene, but he enjoys the submissive aspect. In that respect, he's a typical man who likes his women to serve him and let him dominate them.”

“I love serving him.”

The softly whispered words left her lips before she could stop them, and Natalie immediately felt the heat rush to her cheeks.

Oh my God, did I really just say that?

But a glance at her mother's face told her that this little truth had indeed slipped out unintentionally.

Smiling, Steph reached out and stroked her heated cheek.

“Oh, honey, if he had heard that, you'd be on your knees with your butt in the air.”

Nat grinned broadly but looked down in embarrassment, but her mother just put her hands in her lap and her expression became a little more serious again.

“But speaking of your dad, I talked to him and there's something you need to decide.”

Surprised, Natalie looked up, cleared her throat, and tilted her head questioningly.

“That sounds serious.”

Her mother shrugged.

“Well, it's about school.”

That surprised the girl. Confused, she frowned and narrowed her eyes.

“What about it? I still have a few days of vacation left.”

However, her counterpart just shrugged her shoulders, and her expression told her that the issue was not half as serious as she had thought at first. Nevertheless, a decision seemed to be expected of her, because her mother continued.

“Yes, that's true, but the question is whether you want to go back at all.”

Nattie's eyes widened in surprise, but before she could ask a counter-question, her mother continued.

“After all, I could understand if you said you'd rather enjoy as much free time as possible in the last few weeks you have left.” With a shrug, she added, “I've looked into it, it would only take one phone call. In fact, it's common practice for registered Meatgirls to skip school.”

But then Nattie finally found her voice again. Almost panicked, she shook her head and grabbed her mother's hand.

“What? No, no way... all my friends are there.”

Stephanie blinked a few times in confusion, returned the pressure of her fingers, and tilted her head in a questioning manner. She didn't seem to quite believe what she had just heard.

“You really want to go back to school? I didn't expect that...”

But Nat, who wanted her mother to understand her, replied immediately:

“Mom, you know I like going to school. And I was looking forward to seeing Bea again. Besides, I'm the class representative,” she added, almost indignantly. “I can't just disappear without a trace.”

A faint smile played around her mother's lips for a moment, but she quickly put on a serious, almost concerned expression again as she replied:

"Well, I can understand that, but you do know that you'll be attending class naked? And you have to expect that your classmates will... well... tease you a little... or even worse. "

Worse... does she think I'm thinking what she thinks I'm thinking?

But despite the queasy feeling that rose in her stomach, the girl just shrugged, pointed briefly at her naked body with one hand, and then said:

“That's just part of it.”

Then she moved a little closer, placed her hands on her mom's knees, and gave her a reassuring look. Because she definitely didn't want the familiar worries to resurface in her. And so she reassured her:

“And you don't have to worry about me, Mom, I won't be roaming around or going to dangerous neighborhoods, I promise!”

Then, with red cheeks and under her mother's attentive gaze, she added:

“But honestly, I was actually looking forward to it. Please let me continue going to school.”

Stephanie laughed.

“Not many parents hear that sentence.”

Amused, she shook her head, reached for her hands, and lifted them to her lips. She tenderly kissed her knuckles, then pulled her a little closer and gave her another gentle kiss on the lips.

“All right, then I'll make a phone call.”

With that, she stood up, ruffled her daughter's hair affectionately, which she endured with an indignant squeal, and turned to leave. But at the door, she paused again, as if something had just occurred to her.

“By the way, have you thought about what you're going to do about your swim team?”

Nattie felt a cold stone drop into the pit of her stomach.

“Oh, damn.”

She hadn't been swimming during the two-week vacation because many of the team members had gone away with their families. That's why the weekly training sessions had been suspended during that time. But with the start of the new school year, they would have resumed, and the big tournament in Denver would have been coming up. At the thought of this, she bit her lip regretfully and hung her head.

Her mother gave her a sympathetic look.

“Yes, that's over too.”

Nattie nodded sadly.

“I know... I'll let Coach Clemens know. Oh man, she's not going to be thrilled...”

“She likes you.”

She still remembered the accident as if it were yesterday. She had been hit by a speeder bike on her way to school. Fortunately, the idiot had been traveling slowly and had only grazed her, but it was enough to throw her to the ground, where she fell unluckily onto the curb and dislocated her shoulder. The rehabilitation took quite a while, and for a time the girl almost fell into depression because she had been unable to support her team at tournaments for so long. But Coach Clemens, a resolute but nonetheless loving woman in her late forties with short, cropped blonde hair and broad shoulders, had not only visited her in the hospital, but also assured her that she would soon be back in full training and, with her help, would become even better than before.
Now, however, Nattie had to admit that she hadn't thought about her or the team at all when she made that fateful decision a few days ago. The thought suddenly caused a lump to form in her throat that she couldn't swallow away, no matter how many times she tried. Finally, her mother sighed quietly and shrugged her shoulders. She seemed to have been watching her the whole time and now probably sensed that she would rather be alone.

“All right, then we both have something to do. Dinner will be ready in an hour. Oh, and by the way...”

Nattie looked up at her questioningly and suddenly saw that naughty twinkle in her mom's eyes again. She was almost grateful, because it took her mind off things too. And as she continued talking, she couldn't help but smile.

“With Nadu, it's important that you present yourself willingly. Spread your legs as wide as you can, that symbolizes availability. Hands open on your thighs, that stands for devotion, and lower your gaze, that demonstrates submission. Never forget.”

With her heart pounding, the girl obeyed her mother's words, turned to face her, spread her legs as wide as she could to present herself, and assumed the pose.

“Like this?”

Steph bit her lip and you could clearly see her cheeks redden.

“Perfect. You would make a fantastic slave.”