Lisa, Her Education

Chapter One-2

She sensed that I was in the archway. I saw the muscles in her face and neck tighten, then relax. “Sit down, Billy,” she said softly. I sat in the chair facing her. Immediately, my c**k stiffened and pushed against my pants. I waited. After a little while, she took a deep breath, “What are we to each other, Billy?” she asked.

“We’re married. We’re husband and wife.”

“And why are you here?”

I wanted to rip her damn blindfold off. I wanted to lift her from the stool and carry her to the couch where we could sit together and talk like two normal people. “Because, Lisa, I love you. I’m here because I want you to leave this place. I want you to come home with me. I want us to be the way we were. Please, Lisa, come with me now.”

She drew her knees together and unclasped her hands from behind her head. I thought she would jump down, and tear off the blindfold, and run to me. But, after a moment, she slowly spread her knees again and, once more, placed her hands behind her neck. The chain between her breasts swayed slightly. She sat quietly struggling, it seemed to me, to regain her composure. Finally, she spoke, “Let me ask the question a different way,” she said. “What did you think you might see here tonight?”

“I...I don’t know.”

“Did you expect to see me like this, dressed like this? Did you expect to see me sitting up here on a stool with my legs wide apart, with my...my...myself open and exposed to those cameras in the ceiling? Did you expect to see me in these impossible heels? Did you think I would be wearing this blindfold and these...these...clips? Is this what you expected?”

I knew these were lines she’d been instructed to say. I knew this was part of the act, that these were Frank’s words. “No, Lisa, I didn’t expect you to...to…”

She interrupted, “Do you know, Billy, that I have spent most of the day getting ready, most of the day asking myself what he would like, what I can do to please him.”

“Frank?” I asked.

“No, Billy, Mr. Silk.” She paused, “Mr. Silk,” she repeated. “Two weeks ago Frank did what he had threatened. He gave me to Mr. Silk. It took almost a week for me to understand that I’m now Silk’s, that I truly belong to him. While I am in this apartment, Billy, I...I almost never think about Frank, or you, or even...even my son, Richie. I think about when Silk comes home...I think about the things I must do to try to please him.”

“No, Lisa,” I cried, “not him...you couldn’t willingly give yourself to...to, that filthy bastard!”

It was a moment before she answered, “I never in a million years would have believed that it could happen, but it has, Billy. It happened in only a week.”

“Lisa, do you know what you’re saying?” I argued. “You hate Silk. How many times have you said that? You can’t stand the sight of that crazy pervert. And, Lisa, you’re afraid of him. He wants nothing more than to hurt you. We both know that.”

She nodded, “That’s all true, Billy. When he puts his dirty hands on me I want to scream. It’s as hard now for me to look at him as it was the first time I saw him. And you’re right about Silk wanting to hurt me because now he does. He humiliates me and punishes me every day and night, Billy, every day and night. He grabs me, Billy, and hurts me. He tells me to kiss him and I do. I kiss him, Billy. I kiss him a lot. He orders me to...to...” she shook her head, unable to go on.

“They’re making you do these things,” I began to argue.

“I could have left any time. The first few days, I almost did. He’s a thousand times worse than Frank. You have no idea how he...how he.” She stopped to regain her composure. “But, Billy, much as I wanted to leave, I didn’t. No one is making me do anything. He doesn’t make me kiss him. I just do. I do whatever he tells me to do. I can still go, Billy. I can just walk away.” She paused and tried to smile, “But, as you see, here I am.”

“For God’s sake, Lisa,” I pleaded, “not Silk...he’s old, he’s ugly and vicious. How does he hurt you? Jesus, Lisa, please, please, come to your senses. Leave. Get out of here now!”

“Billy,” she said, “this p***y you are looking at is for Silk to use. He can have it any time he wants it. Do you see how I’ve shaved it for him? Do you see how wet it is? Do you know why it’s wet, Billy? It’s wet because all day I’ve been thinking of only one thing. I’ve been thinking that I belong to him. The idea that I belong to him disgusts me. Sometimes it terrifies me. But also in some horribly strange way being Silk’s woman excites me...You can see how it excites me. I’m always wet. I can’t help it. I’m always ready. In the pit of my stomach there is always this...this feeling. I...I...just kind of...kind of...I can’t tell you, Billy. I can’t begin to understand it myself. I can’t explain it.”

She dropped her hands to her knees and bowed her head. “You’re right about Silk,” she said. “He’s old and ugly. He smells bad. He really does hate me, and you too. He’s sometimes crazy.” We sat in silence for a few moments. Then, once more clasping her hands behind her neck, she lifted her head. “But, Billy, I’m now his woman. Everything you see up here on this stool is his. It’s Silk’s. It belongs to that filthy old man. He never bathes. He has these awful purple splotches all over his wrinkled skin. His teeth are just rotten stubs. He’s usually drunk and always mean. But, Billy, he slides his filthy...cock into my p***y anytime he wants to. Do you see how I’ve made up my mouth, Billy? My mouth is his. His breath stinks, Billy. He smells of whiskey. But when he kisses me, I open my mouth. I hate when he wants me to kiss him. But because I belong to him, he can make me do anything no matter how disgusting or humiliating. I know you don’t understand. I don’t understand either, but that’s the way it is. Do you know what other things he makes me do for him, Billy?”

“No, please Lisa, no,” I shook my head and tried not to hear her.

“I cook wonderful dinners for him, Billy. I fix myself up real pretty for him. I wear these clothes for him. I put on this leather collar, these shoes, the painful metal clips on my n*****s because Silk wants me to. When he comes home for dinner, Billy, he attaches a leash to my collar. He calls me his little w***e. After I’ve served him his dinner, I kneel on the floor by his chair. When he tugs on the leash, I degrade myself by crawling under the table and kneeling between his legs. I zip down his fly, Billy, and while he eats and drinks, I...I... suck his c**k. His c**k is dark brown and thin. It smells bad. Since he’s old, it’s not easy to make him hard. But I suck his c**k, Billy. I lick his wrinkled balls, Billy. I hold them in my mouth. I’m under the table, kneeling between his legs, Billy, and while he’s eating the dinner I’ve made him, I’m licking his balls.” She shuddered. “That’s the way it is here, almost every evening of the week.”

“Please Lisa!” I cried. “For God’s sake, stop it!”

“Billy,” she went on in the flat monotone I remembered from the nights when she came home from Frank’s, “you’ve seen me with Silk before. You know what pleases him most don’t you?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Say it, Billy.”

“Silk...he...he likes to put it in your...in your ass.”

“That’s right, Billy. And he does. Every night, Billy. Every night he...he...that dirty old man f***s my ass. Every night of the week, no matter whether he’s drunk or sober, he f***s my ass. I know that every night is going to end with me kneeling before Silk begging for it, begging him to f**k my ass. Do you remember that first time at Frank’s when Silk said I would one day beg him to f**k my ass? Well, now I do it. I beg him. I beg him every night to put his filthy c**k in my ass.”

“Oh, Lisa, my poor Lisa,” I said. “You’ve got to let me get you out of here. Maybe a psychiatrist?”

“No, Billy. I’m Silk’s woman. Every part of me belongs to him. My mouth, my p***y, my ass...all his.” I convinced myself she had been made to rehearse all of this for the cameras that whirred above us. “Am I wet, Billy. Look at me. Am I wetter than I was when you came in?”

I could see a thin milky-white strand oozing from the pink lips of her tiny p***y. “Yes Lisa,” I said, “you’re wet...very wet.”

“Frank was so right, Billy. Talking about it...about the s*x and belonging to Silk makes me wet, makes me hot. All day when he’s gone I think about him, about what he will do to me when he comes home, about how I am his woman. I’m wet all the time, Billy.”

We heard footsteps on the stairs. Lisa sat up straight arching her back so that her n*****s pressed tight against her blouse. I could see the clips now and the thin chain that connected them. “He’s bringing someone with him,” she said. “He often does. That’s why I’m wearing the blindfold. He doesn’t let me take it off until after.”

The door banged open. We could hear Silk cursing the weather and telling someone where to hang the coats.

Lisa’s face was crimson. She bowed her head for a moment, then lifted it. Her jaw tightened. The footsteps started down the hall. She forced herself to relax as she spread her legs wider. It seemed like a nightmare to me. My beautiful wife sitting there on the high stool, displaying herself, her knees spread to expose her shaved p***y, her small breasts thrust out, the blindfold, the collar, her breathing coming faster, her n*****s stiffening...all for this cretin, this repulsive old drunk.

I turned to see Silk in the doorway. He looked uglier and filthier than I’d remembered. He stared at Lisa then at me, his eyes hard, unblinking. He coughed up some yellow phlegm and spit it on the floor. Then, grinning at me, he wiped his nose with the back of his hand. Beside him stood what I, at first, took to be a stocky child. But, as he stepped into the light, I saw that it was a filthy old man who couldn’t have been four feet tall. His head was very large. His matted gray hair hung to his hunched shoulders. On his back, between his shoulders, was a hump. He swung his arms back and forth, nervously.

I started to rise. Silk motioned for me to stay seated and brought his fingers to his chapped lips as he pointed at the stranger. “Ah, Billy, I’m glad you could come,” he said. “I bet your wife here was happy to see you.” He laughed, showing his yellow broken teeth. “That is, if she could see you. But she will, Billy boy, she will. All in good time. A little reunion: Lisa, her husband, and me, her new lover. Right, Lisa?”

“Yes, that’s right honey.”

Silk laughed again. “You hear that, Billy? Calls me ‘honey’ all the time, and I only had to tell her once.” He brought the disgusting little man forward. “This here’s Mr. Leavy, Billy. Frank found him and sent him with me as a kind of present for little Lisa.”

“No!” I began to protest.

“Sit the f**k down, Billy!” Silk shouted. He lurched over to Lisa. I noticed he had on worn sneakers that were soaked from the rain. He wore no socks. His bony bare ankles were streaked with dirt. His trousers were also wet and dirty, the cuffs frayed. “She ain’t your woman no more,” he sneered. “The sooner you get that through your fuckin head the better.” Standing next to her he said, “Now, let’s just ask my hot little woman what she would like to do for Mr. Leavy.”

“I’ll do whatever you say, honey.” I could see Lisa felt his presence. Instinctively, she drew back slightly.

Silk put his hand on her knee. She flinched. “Well, Lisa, suppose you tell Mr. Leavy what’s available, you know, tell him what you have to offer. Then, he can tell you what he’d like you to do. Speak up cause he don’t hear so good.”

“Mr. Leavy,” she began in the flat, rehearsed tone, “you can undress me. When I’m naked you can touch me, feel me. I...I...like to be touched. If you wish to kiss me, you can. If you want me to kiss you, to...to...put my tongue in your mouth, I’ll do it.”