Lady Lyla' Piano Practice

“Enter,” the piano tutor called out.

Walking through the door, Lady Lyla saw Lady Althea seated behind her desk as she wrote on a paper, most likely scribing a song. The tutor almost acted as her second mother, though Lady Althea always kept Lady Lyla at bay with her cold and strict practices.

“You’re three minutes late,” Lady Althea muttered as she inked her pen.

Lady Lyla curtseyed, the layers of her crimson dress swirling around her ankles. “Apologies, Your Ladyship. It won’t happen again.”

“See that it doesn’t,” Lady Althea replied curtly, not bothering to look up from her writing. “Now, let us begin. You will play the piece I assigned you last week. I will know if you haven’t practiced.”

Lady Lyla took a deep breath, steeling herself for another grueling session with Lady Althea. She walked over to the grand piano, her delicate fingers hovering over the ivory keys. Without a word, she began to play the piece, the notes flowing from her fingertips with practiced precision.

Though Lady Althea was seated behind her, Lady Lyla could feel her tutor’s icy stare, even if she didn’t know if she was actually staring at her. It frustrated her to no end. She could easily find another tutor who was more lax than Lady Althea, but Lady Lyla enjoyed the goal of reaching her high standards.

“Stop.”

Lady Lyla froze as the music came to an abrupt halt. She turned to face Lady Althea, her heart pounding in her chest. “Is something wrong, Your Ladyship?” she asked.

Lady Althea regarded her with a critical gaze, her face unreadable. “What were you doing with your body? The swaying.”

Lady Lyla’s cheeks flushed crimson, mirroring the color of her dress. She hadn’t realized she was swaying.

“It… it added to the feeling of the music,” Lady Lyla stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “The piece is about a storm at sea, and I imagined myself being tossed on a ship.”

Lady Althea finally looked away, though she kept her emotion within. A long moment passed before she spoke, her voice softer than before. “That’s… interesting. Unnecessary, but interesting nonetheless. Technique is paramount, Lady Lyla. But sometimes, a touch of… emotion can elevate a performance.”

Lady Lyla blinked, surprised by her tutor’s words. Was this a faintest of approval? “May I try again, then? With… the feeling?”

Lady Althea hesitated, then nodded curtly. ‘Very well. But remember, feeling without control becomes chaos.” With that, she gestured back to the piano.

Lady Lyla let out a small smile as she returned to the grand piano. It felt good to be approved by Lady Althea. She closed her eyes, letting the music wash over her. Under Lady Althea’s gaze, she began to play as she dreamed.

***

The storm rocked the ship back and forth as Lady Lyla fell to her knees. The light flickered across the room as the echo of the piano song filled the air. “Mommy Althea, I know I’m unworthy, but may I please kiss your feet?”

Lady Althea let out a cold, mocking laugh. Instead of her regal dress, she was wearing a tight corset, panties, stockings, and heels. In contrast, Lady Lyla was wearing sheer negligee, leaving her body exposed. “Oh, little Lyla, always so eager to please,” Lady Althea sneered. “But I won’t be satisfied with just a simple kiss on my feet. No, my dear, I expect better from you.”

This was Lady Lyla’s fantasy. The place may be different and other people could be involved, but Lady Althea would always stand above her. Lady Lyla could only wish to please her mistress.

“Please, Mommy Althea,” Lady Lyla whispered, “tell me what to do.”

Sitting on a chair as the room continued to move, Lady Althea lifted her foot from her shoe and extended her long, elegant leg, clad in sheer stockings that made Lady Lyla’s mind weak. “Crawl.”

With a hunger in her eyes, Lady Lyla moved, her sheer negligee grazing against the floor as she tried to stay upright against the ship’s movements. She could feel the wetness between her thighs, aching for the touch of her mistress.

Lady Althea watched with a predatory gaze, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “Good girl,” she purred. “Now, come closer.”

As Lady Lyla reached Lady Althea’s outstretched leg, she lowered her head in reverence and pressed her lips against the top of her foot, kissing it softly. The taste of delicate perfume mingled with the musky scent in the fabric, intoxicating Lady Lyla’s senses.

But Lady Althea wanted more. She leaned down and tugged at Lady Lyla's hair, pulling her head back gently, forcing her to gaze up at her with pleading eyes. “You want to please me, don’t you, my sweet little pet?” she asked, her voice dripping with dominance.

Her heart hammered in her chest as Lady Lyla nodded, her lips parting in anticipation.

“Then use that naughty little mouth of yours,” Lady Althea commanded, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “Take my stocking off and show me your oral skills.”

With trembling hands, she reached for the garter that held Lady Althea’s stocking in place, her fingers fumbling slightly as she tried to unfasten it. She always had issues with unfastening

Lady Althea’s eyes bore into Lady Lyla’s, a twisted parody of her tutor’s cold gaze. “Don’t keep me waiting, my little pet,” she purred. “I want to feel your lips against my bare skin.”

Summoning every ounce of courage within her, Lady Lyla finally managed to undo the garter, allowing the stocking to slide down Lady Althea’s leg, smooth and flawless. She carefully removed it, her fingertips grazing against the soft fabric, before repeating the process with the other leg.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

***

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Lady Althea gripped Lady Lyla’s wrist. Her tutor’s cold grip stopped the piano music in its tracks and snapped Lady Lyla out of her lustful daydream and into harsh reality. “Speak when you are spoken to.”

She quickly averted her gaze, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and a hint of fear. “I… I apologize, Your Ladyship,” Lady Lyla stammered, her voice trembling slightly. “I… I got lost in my thoughts. It won’t happen again.”

Lady Althea released her hold on Lady Lyla’s wrist, allowing Lady Lyla to release a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Lady Althea’s face held a mix of disappointment, disdain, and something else Lady Lydia couldn’t place.

The piano tutor circled around the piano, her steps deliberate, her presence commanding. “Lost in your thoughts, were you?" she mused, her voice holding a hint of mockery. “Daydreaming while you were supposed to be practicing? How utterly disappointing.”

Her heart sank. “I promise to do better.”

Lady Althea stopped as she stood over Lady Lydia. “Do you think me blind, girl? I’ve seen the way you act and look at me.”

Lady Lyla blushed. This was it. Her shameful fantasy laid bare.

“I apologize if I offended you.”

Lady Althea raised a perfect eyebrow. “Did I say you offended me?”

Confusion washed over Lady Lyla as she struggled to comprehend the meaning behind Lady Althea’s cryptic response. She dared to meet her tutor’s gaze, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and curiosity.

Lady Althea’s lips curled into a sly smile, her voice dripping with a newfound amusement. “No, my dear,” she replied with a hint of mischief. “You didn’t offend me. Quite the opposite, in fact.”

“I see.” Lady Lyla slowly nodded, unsure if she was still dreaming.

Lady Althea moved closer, her presence looming over Lady Lyla. “Tell me, Lady Lyla,” she said, her voice low and husky. “What is it that you truly desire out of our meetings? What thoughts invade your mind when you look at me?”

A blush snuck onto Lady Lyla’s face as she glanced down. “It’s not proper for me to say.”

Lady Althea chuckled softly, her amusement filling the room. “Proper? My dear, we have long since abandoned the constraints of propriety. Now, I demand nothing but the truth from you. Spare no detail.”

Could she really do this? Open herself up to Lady Althea, baring the raw desires that had consumed her for so long? However, Lady Lyla could see she had little chance in salvaging the remnants of normality. And in a way, a part of her wanted her fantasy realized.

Lady Lyla hesitated, her voice barely a whisper. “I… I have imagined myself at your mercy, Your Ladyship. Us in sexy outfits as you take me and use me however you see fit. I also dream of calling you Mommy Althea. But more than anything, I want your approval.”

“Mommy Althea, I could get used to that.” A wicked smile played upon Lady Althea’s lips as she leaned closer and passed her hand through Lady Lyla’s hair. “Oh, my sweet pet, you have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear those words from your lips,” she murmured.