Posted by rache on October 18, 2006 at 21:41:23:
Dolcett U - The Application of Lisa
Copyright 2006 Rachael Ross all rights reserved
Story Codes: FM/F, Dolcett Themes
Note: If you are unfamiliar with Dolcett then, um…Hmmm I really can't explain it here. He was an artist who has had some influence on me, for better or worse, and I always enjoyed his view of a society where incest, snuff, and cannibalism are the norm and 'victims' demonstrate a willingness to participate. He was a little misogynistic perhaps, and I tend to liberalize him a little more…giving my female characters a more active role than typically found in Dolcett, but hopefully keeping them within the general bounds of his original intent.
This story is related by nature to "Help Wanted" and they may be taken together to form a larger framework of my interpretation. -rr
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Dolcett U - The Application of Lisa
by rache
"Lisa, hey Princess, look what came in the mail today." He was waving a long thin envelope.
"What is it, Dad?" I asked, looking up from my homework and trying to smile. I already knew what it was; I'd left it in the mailbox when I came home from school.
"It's a letter from Yale." He was smiling, setting his briefcase down on the sofa and dropping his jacket on top of that. He was an engineer at Boeing and looked like it, tall and balding, serious looking except when he smiled, then he looked like a little kid sort of.
"Oh." I nodded and bit my pencil between my teeth.
"Well, aren't you going to open it?" He put it down on my open biology book, sliding it edge-wise into the binding so it would stand straight up in front of me.
We'd been going through this almost every other day for two weeks as my applications were processed. Every school I'd applied to so far had accepted me, I seriously doubted Yale would be any different. But that was my Dad's alma mater and so the one he had been most excited about. I opened it carefully as he pulled a chair close to my desk, practically rubbing his hands together. It was kind of cute.
"Let's see…" I unfolded the crisp paper and held it gently. "…To Lisa Pavageau, Thank you for your interest in attending Yale University…blah blah blah…"
"Blah blah blah?" My Dad hated it when I teased him.
"Uh-huh." I nodded. "Oh wait, um, your application has been processed and we are pleased to inform you that you have been selected as a candidate for enrollment. Pending a final review and submission of a complete high school transcript no later than 30 June 2007…uh, yours truly…blah blah blah…"
"You're in!" My Dad was smiling and he took the paper from my hands, reading it himself and nodding slowly. "My little girl's going to Yale."
"Well, Dad, I have a lot of choices." I reminded him. I'd been accepted by Stanford and MIT as well as several others, and I was very interested in those two schools.
"Choices? What choices? You told me yourself you wanted to go to Yale, now you can." He sat back in his chair, sighing the way he does when I'm being difficult, although this hardly seemed like one of those times to me.
"I know, Dad, and I do like Yale. I just don't want to decide right now."
"You're girlfriend, what's her name? She went to Yale…"
"Jodie Foster, yeah, she's not my girlfriend, Dad." I smiled. I had a lot of pictures of Jodie Foster in my room, mostly because I'd had a serious crush on her, and maybe I still did. I always enjoyed looking at her when I masturbated.
"Well, uh, you know what I mean." He cleared his throat. He knew I was a lesbian, but he didn't know how it worked and assumed it must be different for some reason.
"Yeah, Dad, I do." I made a face. He must have been pretty excited to try and use Jodie like that.
There was another application I was waiting for anyway, one that I hadn't told my father about, but I knew I'd have to sooner or later. It probably wasn't the best timing, but he had to know. I put it off though, we'd be talking about Yale for the next several days and I didn't need to confuse the issue.
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"Did you tell him?" My best friend Marci was on the phone and I was lying in bed, looking at Jodie and hugging my old stuffed penguin between my legs. She was black and white and soft all over, with a pink bow around her neck.
"Um…"
"You didn't, did you?" I could hear Marci clucking her tongue. She was black and white and soft all over too, but she hated pink and tended to wear red a lot, which looked good on her.
"No." I admitted. My long blonde hair was getting tangled in my face as I rolled around a little on my bed. I had way too many pillows and the comforter was thick and baby blue and bunched up around me. I tried to pull my hair out of my eyes, combing my fingers through it while I squeezed my thighs a little tighter.
"Dammit girl, you know I already got my letter. Yours is coming and it doesn't come with a stamp."
"I know…I know…" I sighed.
"The guy who brought mine was serious and if my parents hadn't been expecting it…"
"Yeah, Marci…Look, I'll tell him. I just need to find the right time, that's all." I paused and she gave me a little harrumph sound, like she wasn't so sure. "What, um, what all did he do?"
"You'll find out." Marci giggled, but she was never a good tease. "It wasn't bad, just some tests mostly. Took some blood and some pee, not much though."
"He didn't um, he didn't…do it…did he?" I asked nervously.
"Well, yeah." Marci laughed like I was stupid. "He did it right in front of my folks too, like it was normal."
"Oh." I swallowed hard.
"Well, I guess it is sort of normal for them. My daddy had a little fit though." Marci was giggling and maybe sighing just a little. "It was nice too."
"I've never um…you know…" I licked my lips and shifted the phone to my other ear, reaching down and hitching my penguin a little harder against my sex.
"Little Miss Virginity, I know." Marci was smiling, I could tell. "It hurts the first time." She said, speaking softly. "And there's some blood too."
"Yeah." I whispered. "I know all that."
"You can't go there if you're a virgin either." She told me. "You should do it. I mean so what if you don't like it, just do it and get it over with."
"Yeah, I don't know…" I sighed and hunched my hips a little, feeling frustrated because my clitty was throbbing, but not really good yet.
"I could do it for you." She giggled softly. "I mean it's not the same, but I got that big strap-on for my birthday last week…"
"From Heather?" I asked. Heather was Marci's older sister and she always gave Marci cool stuff for her birthday. I didn't have any sisters, or brothers for that matter.
"Uh-huh and I know it would bust you good!"
"I dunno, I sorta promised Kelly that she could be the first." Kelly was 21 and my girlfriend and she was always trying to break my cherry. The only reason I didn't let her was because she had a reputation for leaving once she'd taken the girl's virginity.
"I don't know what you see in her." Marci said, just like I knew she would.
"I like her, she makes me feel good."
"She just wants to fuck you." Marci told me, being deliberately vulgar to make her point.
"And you don't?" I giggled.
"Well, that's different. I want you to come to college with me, Lisa, and you can't do it if you're a dyke."
"I'm not a dyke." I protested gently, "I just don't like boys."
"It's anti-social." Marci was just full of opinions. "You have to think of other people, you know."
I laughed at her.
"I'm serious, you'll see." We were quiet for a couple minutes. "Do you want me to come over?"
"It's two in the morning!" I giggled.
"So? I'm not tired, are you?"
"No, not really." I admitted.
"I'm coming over." She decided for us. "I'm gonna bring my dildo too."
"No, I told you, Marci…" But she'd already hung up the phone.
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"Daddy?" I knew it was now or never, my final application would be arriving any day now and it wasn't going to be fair to my dad if he didn't find out first from me.
"Uh-hmmm…" It was Sunday morning and we were lazing around the brunch I'd prepared. He looked up from his paper, looking at me over his reading glasses.
"I need to tell you something." I bit my bottom lip the way I do when I'm nervous, and crossed my arms over my bathrobe defensively.
"The last time you said that was when you were 15 and told me you were gay." Daddy was folding his paper. "What is it this time, Lisa?"
He knew me too well, I realized, and that wasn't making me any more comfortable. He was dead set on my going to Yale and I think he'd already decided that we'd agreed on that, even though we hadn't. I took a big swallow of my orange juice and then a deep breath, avoiding his eyes carefully as I spoke.
"I um, I applied to another college, Dad." I fidgeted a little when he didn't say anything right away. "Dolcett University and um…"
"Dolcett?" Daddy took off his glasses. "That's in California, right?"
"Uh, no Daddy." I smiled, just a little. "That's the school Heather is going to. Marci's big sister. You remember her, right?" I watched his face change.
"Oh, that place." My father frowned and shook his head. "Now, you know I have nothing against…"
"I know Daddy," I nodded quickly, "I just really think it's the right choice for me. I've thought about it a lot and…"
"The right choice would be Yale." My father said. "You watch too much of that DTV stuff."
"I don't watch too much Dolcett TV, come on." I giggled and he had to concede that point, I hardly ever watched television at all.
"Well, maybe not, but I know you joined that Hedonist group at school, the…what do you call them?"
"We're not Hedonists, Daddy, we're Libertines." I shook my head. "I'm the secretary for the club."
"Libertines, Hedonists, what's the difference? I know I'm old, but it seems like the New Republicans have a lot more…"
"Dad." I pursed my lips; we were getting off the subject. "I applied and, well, if they accept me I think I'm going to go there with Marci."
"So, Marci is going to this Dolcett place, huh?" Daddy was unhappy. "And if she jumped off a bridge, you'd jump too, is that it?"
"Oh, please, don't be like that. It's a chance to explore who I am, to really offer myself to society and be a part of something."
"Yeah, you'll be a part of something." My dad wagged his finger at me. "You'll be a part of someone's dinner. I've heard all about the sorts of things that happen there."
"Well, it isn't the same as it is here, Daddy. It's a different philosophy, but you always tell me different doesn't mean wrong, right?"
"Well, that was different." He was being stubborn.
"How is it different?" I laughed at him. "Just because it might be me on the kitchen table instead of someone you never heard of?"
"Yeah." My dad nodded. "Something like that. We have rules around here, laws that protect us…"
"I'm sure they have rules too, Daddy. Heather has been there almost 4 years now and she loves it."
"She always was a strange one." My dad rubbed his jaw. "Tried to hang herself for that science fair. "
"I remember." I giggled. "You gave her second prize." My Daddy had been a judge that year.
"Well, she would have got first, but she survived." My dad shrugged. "That girl has some breath control; I'll give Heather credit for that."
"Well, give me some credit too, okay Daddy? I really want this." I looked directly into his eyes for the first time since we'd started talking.
"Well, if it's what you want." Daddy sighed. "But if you don't come home in one piece…"
"You'll spank me?" I giggled and got up so I could give him a hug.
"I might do it anyway." He smiled and hugged me back, rubbing his hands up and down my back.
"You know, um…They don't accept virgins…" I said slowly, more or less sitting on his lap now. "…at Dolcett University."
"Why not?" Dad looked at me. "What difference does that make?"
"I'm not sure, I mean I don't even know that for certain, but that's what Marci told me and…"
"Well, that's ridiculous." My father shook his head. "Marci is a little sex addict, that's what she is. I suppose she told you she could fix your little problem?"
"Well, yeah." I sat up a little surprised. "She did, actually, but I thought…"
"You thought maybe it would be better if I took care of it?" He smiled at me and gave me another hug. "That would be nice, Princess, but let's wait and see, okay? If they don't take virgins, well, I'll take care of it for you."
I nodded, smiling happily. "Thanks Daddy, I knew you'd understand." I really didn't want to have sex with him, or any man for that matter, but if I had to…well, who else would I trust?
I'd get back at that Marci too, I told myself later as I cleaned up the kitchen. She'd come over with that big strap-on, long and thick and red, because that was her favorite color, but I'd just let her drill my butt with it. Now I started thinking my Daddy was probably right, I mean being a virgin wasn't necessarily anti-social, was it? I didn't think so and I doubted the professors at Dolcett University would think so either.
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It turned out I'd told my dad just in time too, because the next day my acceptance letter arrived, right after supper.
"Miss Pavageau? Lisa Pavageau?" The person delivering it wasn't a man either, but a rather attractive woman in her mid-thirties. She was dressed conservatively, in a dark suit and carrying a small black briefcase. Her hair was short and black, and her eyes dark, but friendly nonetheless as she looked down at me. She was very tall compared to my 5'3" and athletic, I thought, neither too thin, or even vaguely overweight. I myself tend to be rather thin and I wished I had more meat on my bones, so to speak.
"Yes?" I felt a little silly since I was wearing a pair of old cutoffs and a tight black t-shirt that said 'You are who you eat' across my breasts.
"I'm Liz Foster, one of the admissions agents for Dolcett University." She smiled as her words sank into my brain. "May I come in?"
"Oh, of course, yeah." I smiled and shook my head slightly; stepping aside to let her in. "I was just cleaning up, um, right this way." I led her into the den where my dad was working. "Daddy, this is Ms. Foster, she's here about my application at Dolcett. This is my father, Robert." I made the introductions and wondered if I shouldn't excuse myself so I could change into something more appropriate for an interview.
"It's nice to meet you Mr. Pavageau." Liz offered her hand and my dad was getting up to take it.
"Robert. My pleasure, Ms. Foster." He smiled warmly and that was a small relief.
"Call me Liz, please."
"Alright, Liz, would you like something to drink? Tea, coffee…"
"No, I'm fine thank you." She was settling onto the small leather sofa and she looked at me expectantly and I decided I better just sit down as well.
"Your application is most impressive, Lisa." She opened her briefcase on the glass coffee table and extracted a folder, closing the case and setting it on the floor.
"She's been accepted to Yale." My father said proudly, challenging the woman just a little as he sat down opposite her. I was in the middle, between them, of course.
"Yale is a fine school." Ms. Foster agreed. "I'm not here to make up her mind; in fact I'm pleased that she's considering other opportunities."
That sounded kind of bad, I thought, like maybe I wasn't going to be accepted. Was that why they sent a woman? Marci had gotten a man. My mind was racing, finding reasons and rationale in every little thing. My father too looked surprised, plainly not expecting her to say what she had.
"Dolcett University is very selective, as I'm sure you can appreciate, and we want our students to be selective as well." She smiled at me. "I'm here to help you, that's all, to answer your questions and finish our application process."
"The only question I have is will my little girl be safe there?" My dad leaned forward. "I only have one child, Liz, I'm a little concerned with your school's um…attrition rate."
I winced a little, thinking my dad was being blunt to the point of rudeness, but Ms. Foster didn't seem disturbed by it.
"That is entirely up to your daughter, Robert. We don't discourage our students from exploring their desires in any way, but neither do we force anyone either…at least not to the point of attrition, as you call it."
"But there is some coercion…" My dad insisted.
"There are certain activities in which Lisa will be expected to participate." She gave me a reassuring look. "Some of the initiations can be a little, uh, challenging for new students…"
"Challenging how?" I asked, unable to help myself, even though I knew it wasn't my place to speak without being addressed directly.
Liz overlooked my poor manners. "Gang rapes, for example, are not uncommon, particularly for a young woman as attractive as yourself." She smiled at my blush.
"Lisa is a virgin." My dad said. "She's a little worried about that." I gave my dad a quick look and then dropped my eyes.
"Yes, she mentioned that on her application." Ms. Foster nodded, looking through my file briefly. "Also she's a lesbian, is that correct?"
"Yes." My dad was nodding too. "She has a little crush on Jodie Foster."
I gasped and felt my face burning with embarrassment. My dad did that once in awhile and you'd think I'd be used to it, but of course I wasn't. I was glad when Ms. Foster didn't laugh at me.
"I always loved Winona Ryder." Ms. Foster smiled. "But Jodie's special too, no relation though." She gave me a theatrical sigh to put me back at ease.
"So being a lesbian…" My dad started saying, but Ms. Foster cut him off with a shake of her head.
"That isn't a problem, Robert, believe me. I'm a lesbian myself and a graduate of Dolcett. It's a little harder on us, mostly because so many of our male students want to take advantage of the unique opportunities our campus offers, but…" She reached over and stroked my thigh, looking into my eyes. "We also have some excellent support groups for our lesbian sisters. Several of our sororities are limited to lesbian membership, including mine. I would be happy to be arrange a sponsor, if you should need one."
Her hand was inside my thigh, stroking my skin lightly and I could feel her nails raking along my warm flesh. I nodded and smiled.
"We're the Alpha Lambda Phi's, strictly a social Greek society; we celebrate Ucyrene as our patron." Her fingers were sliding up inside my shorts and I shifted slightly, and finally decided perhaps I should just join her on the sofa.
"Who's Ucyrene?" My father asked, watching without comment as I moved to sit beside Ms. Foster on the sofa.
"She was a nymph who taught the Greek poet Sappho medicine, music, and the secret arts of female love." Ms. Foster had her right hand between my thighs and she rubbed my sex through the bulky awkwardness of my shorts. "I'm one of the representatives on the National Panhellenic Conference. I'll be looking for a new assistant next year."
I don't think either my father or I knew what she was talking about, but it sounded important and we both nodded. I was feeling very warm all over and I wished I was wearing something other than my denim cutoffs. I felt slightly embarrassed too, sitting there in front of my dad while Ms. Foster rubbed me; but Dad wouldn't say anything and did his level best to ignore it, even when I leaned back and reached down, unbuttoning my shorts casually, like he wouldn't notice. But of course he did and that made me shiver slightly.
"What about housing?" My father asked, glancing at my crotch as Ms. Foster took advantage of my open shorts, sliding her hand down, inside my pink panties to feel the humidity of my virgin sex.
"Be assured, Robert, the student dormitories are excellent and the University provides supervision and structure, especially to the incoming freshman. Lisa will have a roommate and share a communal bath, of course, but we make every effort to match our students and avoid unnecessary complications."
I wriggled my hips, just a little as Ms. Foster found my hard little clit and a soft sigh escaped my lips. I gripped the cool leather of the sofa in my fingers and tried to control my breathing. She was doing something to me, but I wasn't sure what, and I was rising towards a climax quickly.
"But are they coed dorms?" My father asked. "Is that what you're saying?" He was watching Ms. Foster's hand moving inside my shorts and he licked his lips.
"They are, but for a young woman like Lisa a female roommate would most likely be arranged." She curled a finger and touched me, just under my clit, sending a sudden wave of pleasure through my body like a lightning bolt.
"Ahhh!" I gasped and I grabbed her wrist, unable to help myself as everything suddenly went much too bright and I had to close my eyes. But it was still too bright and I couldn't breath. My orgasm was almost unbearable and I clenched my thighs tightly around her hand.
"Um, er…" My dad sat there, unable to do much else as he watched the woman bring me off completely.
"Of course if Lisa joins a sorority she'll want to move into the appropriate Greek House, I'm sure. It isn't mandatory, but most of our girls find it very beneficial." Ms. Foster spoke slowly, giving me some small time to recover my senses. "I should also stress the very high standards we maintain for academic performance. It isn't all fun and games at Dolcett University. We're very proud of our curriculum and the faculty is one of the finest in the world, as I'm sure you're aware."
"Oh, of course, yes…" My Daddy nodded. "Is she uh, is she okay?" He was looking at me.
"Lisa, are you okay dear?" Ms. Foster asked me gently and she finally withdrew her fingers as I opened my legs slightly.
"Y-Yessss…" I sighed. "That was…incredible…" I blinked and blushed slightly as I tried to sit up. "How did you do that?" I breathed.
Ms. Foster laughed softly. "That's one of the secrets Ucyrene will teach you, if you become a Lambda Phi girl." She held her fingers to my mouth. "Clean these up now." She urged me softly, turning her attention back to my father as I sucked my juices from her fingers.
"I see." My dad scratched his head. "Um, I think Lisa is interested in pursuing a degree in English Literature…"
"Yes, she noted that on her application and I think she'll be most impressed with our English department. Naturally she won't be required to declare a major until her third year, so she has plenty of time to decide where her passions lay."
"And financing?" My dad raised an eyebrow while I tried to fix myself a little.
My panties were soaked and my shorts had fallen down around my ankles. I decided it was easier to take them off rather than pull them back up, even though my panties were stained dark with my cum and my dad was sitting just across from me. I kept my legs mostly closed, but it was hard to remember and I found myself with my thighs wide spread in a most unladylike fashion several times. While my father and Ms. Foster discussed my college future.
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"Well then, if that's all your questions, I'd like to finish Lisa's application." Ms. Foster was smiling at me and opening her briefcase again. "We need a little blood and a urine sample, and of course I'd like to measure your body fat and get some photographs, some detailed family history, and I have some paperwork."
That sounded like a lot to me, but maybe not. Going to the University was a serious business, I was sure.
"What um, what's all that for?" My dad asked as Ms. Foster prepared to draw blood from my left arm.
"Make a fist for me, Lisa." Ms. Foster said. "We need to ensure the health of our students and staff, this is just for the preliminary screening. Lisa will need a full physical at the university medical center when she enrolls."
"Oh." My dad nodded and we watched as the needle was inserted expertly into my arm with just a pinch of pain.
"You have nice veins, Lisa." Ms. Foster told me.
"Thank you." I smiled.
"I was only child too, growing up without a mother." Ms. Foster spoke quietly. "That's why I wanted to see you."
"Oh." I didn't really know how to reply to that. I might have asked about her mother, but it would have been very impolite.
"It's hard sometimes, isn't it?" She didn't look at me; she just watched my blood fill the vacuum tube, looking almost purple.
"I don't know." I said honestly. "I never really thought about it."
"There we go, just three tubes. Almost done." She switched the tubes quickly, setting the full one aside. "Do you like asphyxia, Lisa?"
"I think so." I nodded. "My girlfriend, Kelly, likes bagging me a lot and we both get off pretty good."
"Good. Good." Ms. Foster smiled, switching to the third and final tube. "How about hanging, have you ever tried that?"
"No, but I want to." I confessed, glancing at my dad. "My father isn't really big on that though."
"Daddy's never are." Ms. Foster chuckled. "But I'd like to hang you tonight, if that's okay. Sort of a test, just to get an idea of your response to stress. Would you like to dance for me?"
"Um, okay." I nodded, watching as Ms. Foster set my blood aside and put a bit of cotton over the spot where I'd been stuck, taping it in place.
"You're going to hang her?" My dad didn't look very agreeable, even though he knew it was almost perfectly safe.
"Just for a few minutes, Robert." Ms. Foster looked at him. "Unless you'd rather we didn't for some reason..."
I felt like pleading with my dad to let her do it, but of course I couldn't, not in front of our guest. So I sat there, hoping my dad wouldn't say no simply because he was too over-protective.
"Well, I guess if you need to." He shrugged. "I have some rope in the closet and there's a ceiling hook in the master bedroom…"
"Really?" M. Foster smiled at my dad and I was surprised to see him blush.
"My wife, uh Lisa's mom, she loved to dance." My dad offered with a little sigh. He didn't really talk about my mom very much. Why don't you find the rope, Lisa, I'll show Ms. Foster to the bedroom."
"Sure dad." I nodded. "Um, maybe I should get cleaned up a little?" I asked Ms. Foster. I was pretty damp still.
"Oh, you're fine, Lisa." The woman assured me. "Perfect in fact, I wouldn't want to hang you any other way."
"Well, if you'll follow me, Liz, I'll give you the 25 cent tour." My dad smiled and stood up, waiting patiently for our guest as she packed her small briefcase.
I was waiting for them in my dad's bedroom, having lost no time getting the rope. I'd even fed it through the ceiling hook, which really just a large eyebolt mounted through the ceiling and into one of the thick sturdy beams. It would support my weight easily, I knew, but I'd never tried it. When I was little I used to jump on my dad's bed and pretend there was a noose around my neck.
"…lovely home, Robert." I could hear Ms. Foster's voice as they approached.
"Well, thank you. I've tried, but I think Lisa is the one who makes it a home." My dad replied. "I got lucky with her."
They were just coming into the bedroom and I stood there, in the center of the room, naked but for my t-shirt, and holding the noose in one hand, and the bitter end of the rope in the other.
"Ah, here we are. What a beautiful room!" Ms. Foster looked around. The rest of our house was nice, but this had been my mom's room a long time before and dad had done little to change it. "Is that an antique?"
Ms. Foster went straight for the crucifix, as those rare visitors to this part of the house so often did. I always snuck my friends in here just so they could see it.
"It's an authentic Sheraton." My dad said proudly. "Made by Gustav Pugin in 1824, it's been in my family for over a hundred and fifty years."
"It's beautiful." Ms. Foster reached out to touch the old mahogany. It was dark and X-shaped, with wide loops of leather for the feet, hands, and neck. She touched the deep scars where nails had actually been embedded upon more than one occasion, and noted the faint stains of blood and sweat.
"Someday, when Lisa gives me a grandson, I'll be able to pass it along." My dad looked meaningfully at me and I avoided his eyes, knowing he just wanted to remind me of my daughterly duty in front of Ms. Foster.
"Oh, I'm sure she will, Robert." Ms. Foster turned her attention back to me. "After I graduated from the University I gave my own father a son." She smiled at the look on my face. "Our situations are not so dissimilar, Lisa. Being a lesbian doesn't change who we are."
"Yes ma'am." I licked my lips, understanding that she was trying to teach me something important.
"Well, shall we get started?" Ms. Foster smiled at us, looking from me to my dad and back. "We'll just do a little suspension, I think, nothing too fancy. I just want to see how you respond."
My dad was going to hold the rope, and with the noose around my neck, he'd simply pull me off my feet. I'd never been hung before, although I'd thought about it quite a bit and it had been a fantasy of mine since I was old enough to masturbate. Usually it was Jodie though, and not my dad, who was stretching my neck when I dreamed. This wasn't bad though and I felt my stomach tightening with excitement.
Ms. Foster used a silk scarf from her purse to tie my hands behind my back. It was from Hermes, soft and beautiful, all blue and gold and red, and I felt my heart beating faster as she stood close behind me.
"The first time can be a little scary." Ms. Foster whispered in my ear. "Just relax and enjoy it."
I wasn't frightened at all, if anything I was too eager to feel the tension that I knew was coming. The noose was around my neck already and Ms. Foster adjusted it while my dad took up the slack. The knot needed to be in a certain spot, just to the left or right, behind my ear. That was where the carotid arteries were, one on each side, and blocking those for even a few seconds could put a person unconscious and that was always dangerous, but even more to the point, it would be boring as well.
Of course my dad knew what he was doing as well. He'd hung my mother a thousand times, probably much the same way he was doing me now. He wasn't overly strong or anything, but he didn't need to be, considering I weighed so little anyway. Marci's parents liked hanging too and they had a more permanent system in their basement with pulleys and a counterweight so that Marci's dad could lift her mom 3 feet off the floor with just a gentle tug on the rope.
"Are you ready, Robert?" Ms. Foster stepped in front of me, giving me some room to kick, and she looked at my dad who was standing behind me.
"All set, Liz." My dad agreed. "I'm a little excited, maybe we should have done this before."
"A lot of fathers hang their daughters." Liz smiled. "I know my dad always enjoyed it." And then she surprised me with a little blush. "I used to get in trouble just to give him an excuse to spank me while I was suspended."
"Oh, well spankings…We know all about those, don't we, Lisa?" My dad chuckled and I smiled and blushed myself. My dad had a nice selection of belts and paddles and I'd had my own share of small, but deliberate incidents.
Ms. Foster laughed gently, nodding her head in agreement. "Take a deep breath, Lisa."
I tried to take the deepest breath I could, but I was so anxious that my lungs barely seemed to work. It was like I was already constricted and when my father suddenly pulled the rope it caught me by surprise. The noose was already snug around my delicate neck, but then it seized me, lifting me off the thick carpet of my dad's bedroom.
My heart seemed to lurch and the soft supple rope around my neck pressed inward so that I could feel it pulling up, under my jaw, like a big hard pinch. It was almost painful, but not quite, and I did feel fear rising inside me. A sense of confused panic as my lungs labored uselessly and my spine was pulled straight. My head tilted slightly, to the left and down, the bulging knot of the noose pressing to my head. There was a rush, a subtle pounding sensation as blood filled my brain. My jugular was cut off while my carotid continued to flow, building pressure inside my skull.
I jerked for a few seconds, my body instinctively searching for the ground and then I was kicking, my toes pointed down, looking for some purchase. I'd been bagged plenty of times, but this was different. Bagging was close and intimate, making love with someone who was right there with me. This was distant somehow, remote and less a shared experience than a selfish discipline.
Ms. Foster watched me carefully and while I tried to keep my eyes on her, it was difficult. My body was throbbing, all of me, with my heart beating as fast as it had ever done in my life. My lungs felt thick and bloated, the air inside them trapped, depleted of oxygen and burning with carbon dioxide. My legs flailed beneath me, I was dancing, kicking hard and adding the weight of my efforts to that of my body, pulling the noose even tighter.
Time passed, but I had no idea how much or how long, it seemed as if I'd been hanging for hours, days even, and my head was pounding, the pressure building behind my eyes, like a million microscopic needles stabbing me and everyone a tiny flash of red and purple and blue. My vision narrowed, the room becoming black around me. I was screaming in my head, trying to tell them that I'd had enough, I needed air, I was dying.
And that thought brought the first great release of my orgasm, my sex finally taking control in the pleasure of the moment; the excitement and terror were undeniable. I was cumming, without any sense of its impending arrival, it just happened and I spasmed violently, my cunt tightening and losing my juices down my thighs. I was so lost to the experience that I was unaware of my father releasing me, lowering me to the floor so that I stood on wobbly legs, barely able to maintain my balance as I bent over.
Ms. Foster loosed the rope around my neck and I coughed and sucked great deep breaths that felt like daggers beneath my heaving breasts and the rush of cool air gave me another, almost violent orgasm so that I collapsed, laying on the carpet, choking up spit and squeezing my legs together, aching for pressure on my clasping sex.
"Almost three minutes." Ms. Foster was saying. "Not bad at all." She was talking to my father but I was only barely aware of it.
I was floating on a cloud of ecstasy, my body flooded with endorphins, washing away the pain and stress and fear and leaving me with nothing but an overwhelming sense of well being.
"Here you go, Lisa…" I heard my dad's voice and I opened my eyes weakly, feeling his hand on my head, pulling my open mouth to his hard penis. "That's it…Ohhhmmm…" he sighed, "Just like your mother…suck it for me…"
"Daddy…" I breathed and then I felt his swollen cock in my mouth and I nursed it like a child, sucking him easily as he stroked my hair.
"Let me help you…" Ms. Foster moved between my legs, gripping my thighs in her strong hands and spreading me for her mouth.
"Mmmppphh…" I agreed happily, thrusting my cunt to her hungry mouth. I'd sucked my father many times before, of course, because he was my dad and living without a wife to take care of his needs was hard for him. It was the least I could do as his devoted daughter and I hadn't minded, but now having this woman sucking my hard little clit made it a thousand times better for me.
It didn't hurt that Ms. Foster knew exactly what she was doing either. Whatever the secrets of her sorority, it was obvious Ms. Foster had learned them well. She was doing things to me with her mouth that I could barely imagine and I was having a hard time giving my dad the pleasure he deserved and finally, as another orgasm swept through me like a wildfire, I was reduced to just letting him fuck my mouth.
I was laying on my side, with my hands still tightly bound, the noose still draped around my neck, hunching my sex to Ms. Foster's mouth and making loud wet sucking noises as my dad thrust his cock in and out of my tightly stretched lips. Dad was groaning loudly, stroking my head and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was swallowing his hot incestuous sperm. Through the haze of my endless orgasm I looked forward to it, knowing I was that much closer to my dream.
Yale was a fine school, but I was going to Dolcett. No doubt about it and I think daddy could finally understand why.
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