by Rev Mel
We have driven about 5 minutes more on this dirt road until we got to a very long paved driveway. At the end of the driveway was this house and the lights on the outside went on by them-self. The house was a not like anything that I have seen here in Beverly Hills it was all most all glass with lots of flowers and bushes around it. I was taken back a little sitting in my car. He got out of his car and walked over to me.
My car was still running and I could locked the doors and turn around and just leave. Just as he opened the door and gave me his hand. Getting out of my car I asked: “I thought you said dinner”? He replied yes, you’re making me dinner as he walked up to the house. He opened the door to the house and walked in leaving me outside. I stood there for a moment and thought what am I doing here? I should I just get back in my car and leave instead I closed the car door and started walking towards his house. This man he seemed to be in control of me and normally it’s the other way around. My senses told me to run but my body wanted to stay. My body won as I enter his place but my mind was still arguing with my body.
The home was beautiful with fresh cut flowers all over the place and a big fireplace that seems to be made out of glass or something like glass. The furniture we’re oversize sofas, chairs, and long tables. Candles seem to be everywhere as I looked around the room I felt like this was going to be an interesting evening.
“Come,” he said, “let me show you the kitchen and see what you can make me for dinner”. I turned and looked at him and said “wait a minute” but before I could finish my sentence he picked me up and took me over to a large over stuff chair and placed me on his knee and spanked me once. I yelled and yelled for him to stop and he said very quietly” I will when you learn to behave”. He continues to spank a few more times. I started to cry a little. My bottom felt hot and it was amazing on how I was starting to feel that my clit was getting hard and my juices were flowing from my opening. I was getting turned on by all of this just and I started to like it he stopped and stood me up. Now, “I will not ask you again to go in the kitchen and make me dinner”.
I obeyed as I turned and started walked into the kitchen and turned to say something to him and he said did you say yes Sir? I looked at him and said “you got to be kidding” and he stood up. His eyes were tearing a hole in my soul and by the look on his face, I knew I have met my match. I smiled a devilish smile and said “Yes Sir.” very sarcastically. He walked up to me and pulled me close say it again without the sarcasm. I looked at him and paused and held my breath and then said Yes Sir. He kissed my cheek and said good girl and pushed towards the kitchen door. I could not believe my ears when I heard myself say yes Sir; I was in shock with my actions and my wants from this man. He had the same pull as Alan and he was a bit less refined as Alan. He triggered little spasms between my legs as I thought of his hands on my body. A devilish smile came across my face as my mind wandered back to the paintings on the wall of the bar. I have read about things like this in some of the books about sex it was called BDSM. There were many websites about this and I remember one was an online TV network called TSRnetwork.com that I watched a few of their live talk shows. So this is BDSM I said to myself.
During dinner, we talked and I learned that he was a self-made man. He grew up in a middle-class family and that he owned a construction company and he built his dream house. I finally told him my name and I shared some of my childhood memoirs. We laugh and ate my cooking as we got to know each other better. When dinner was over he ordered me to wash the dishes and I looked at him and said:” at my place the person who cooks never washes the dishes.” He said this is not your house and I will not tell you again go wash the dishes and when you are done to come into the living room when you are finished. ”Ok, Ok, “I said and as I went to clear way the dishes he said what do you say? I looked at him as if I did not know what he was talking about. His eyes twinkled as he said, “you will address me as Sir at all times”. I looked at him and smiled “Yes Sir” as I said it very sarcastic again. He grabs my arm and once again I was over his knee. He was about to spank me when he stopped and laughed. “Hmmm, this is what you want is it not little girl”. I did not respond to his question. Answer me now, I heard something in his voice and felt that I need to replay. Yes Sir. With that, he stood me up and spanked my butt lightly once and got up and poured himself a glass of cognac. Without looking at me he said, “When you’re done in here come in the living room”. Yes, Sir, I said as I went about to clean off the dinner table.
I’m not sure I like this game we are playing and not sure if I wish to do this anymore I thought to myself then my thoughts were about his hands on my butt and how it felt. I Knew I wanted more but went into the kitchen and cleaned the dishes like he asks me to do. Washing the dishes I was getting a little pissed as I thought to myself “ I have maids that do this for me so this was something strange for me to do this”. I’m going to just leave when I’m done with the dishes. I thought.
In the living room, he lit all the candles and the fireplace it was so beautiful that I was overwhelmed by it all. The lights danced around the room and the fire smelled so good. Come here and sit at my feet little girl, he patted his hand on the over stuff chair. I walked over to him and sat at his feet. I watched the fire and thought, what am I doing here with this man, why am I sitting on the floor? He then said, “I want you to kiss my boots and show me respect”. Do you want what? I looked at him and his cold eyes spoke back to me. Without thinking, I slid down to his boots and kissed the tip. Thoughts raced through my mind as what was I doing? I was confused but yet I did as he said. It was like he had a spell on me.
My mind was racing and I thought enough. I was about to stop and just leave when I heard him say “stand up in front of me and take off your clothes. I looked at him sitting in his chair drinking his cognac and wanted to run but I had nowhere to go. I roused to my feet and started to unbutton my blouse. “Do it slowly he said I want you to take your time; I want you to please me”.
Taking the blouse off slowly I then unzipped and unbuttoned my skirt as it dropped to the floor. I was standing there with only my bra, panties and garter belt and stocking and high heels shoes. “Turn around” Alex order me and” bend over:. I turned slowly with my back to him as I reached down to touch my knees. “Beautiful, “he said,” now come over here close to me.” I turned around and moved up to his knees and he just looked at me while drinking his drink. “Take the bra off and let me see your breasts”. I reached behind and unhooked my bra letting giving freedom to my large breasts as I the felt the cool air. He reached up and touched the right nipple and then the left. He pulled the tip a little and then a little harder until he was twisting it and it caused me pain but I enjoyed it. I was shocked but what I was feeling and I knew that I need more. He pulled me onto his lap and kissed my soft lips every so gentle as if he could break me into two.
He then took his hand and started to touch me all over very slowly and lightly and I tilted my head back, my body was responding to his touch and I was getting wet. I could feel the wetness between my legs. He moved his hand down my stomach ever so slowly until he reached my panties with one movement he ripped off my panties with one tug. He felt between my legs. “Your so wet little thing, what’s making you so wet”. I could not talk; I just let him touch me. I was glowing in the thrill of his power. He whispered in my ear as I moaned a little “Hmmm your dripping, I guess you’re thinking about those paintings in the bar or thinking about how your ass feel from your spanking?” He started to rub my swollen clit and I moaned and moved to his fingers. My body was burning up from the inside as I moved to his fingers. I felt his other hand touching my breasts and my nipples.
I could not stop the feeling of this if I tried. I wanted to cum and I needed to cum as I started to moan louder and louder. In one sharp movement, he stopped and I just sat there with my eyes closed. It seemed like hours not moving. My body was aching for his touch as I could smell his delicious aroma from his heated flesh. I could feel hi
s eyes on me and I was afraid to open my eyes and look at him. The sound of his voice control my very will as all I wanted was more.
I felt as if he could pierce right through my soul and that he could see how much I really needed this What was this pull he had over me. “Stand up and turn around and put your hands on the back of your neck”. I did what I was told. I felt him standing and his body was felt on my back and his mouth was on my shoulder kissing it. I was frozen in time and knew that I wanted this, this thing of giving up control. “Lower your hands “he quietly said and I did what he told me to do. He then took his hand in my hand and told me to close my eyes and then he led me around the room. I could feel the heat from the fireplace as he told me to sit down but not open up my eyes. I sat on a something cold could it be the large marble table that we just had dinner on? As it pressed up against my bottom on the cold table I felt the coldness stinging my sensitive bottom. Lie down he orders me to lie down on your stomach. I obeyed and felt the cold table on my breasts and tummy.
He placed himself down near my ear and I could feel his lips as he whispered in my ear. “I’m going to blindfold you and tie you to the table. But first, you need to know that you are safe and that I will never really harm you. I’m going to do a few things to you that you want. If you feel afraid or want me to stop say red and I will stop. If you do not sure say yellow, I will not do anything to you that you do not want. Do you understand me? “I answer Yes he said “what do you say “and I said Yes Sir.
With that, he took a blindfold and placed it over my eyes. Then my hands and feet were tied to the table by a rope. The rope was not soft but kind of scratchy and it felt good but why was I allowing this stranger to tie me up? I could smell the rope and it had a strong smell that seems to fill up my senses. I wonder how it would feel all over my body just like in the painting in the bar.
Thoughts raced through my mind as he touched my body with his hands. I was in limbo and did not want this to end. Was I really safe like he said? Was this really a good thing for me to be doing? I wanted to run but I was tied down and how did I allow myself to do this? What was wrong with me? Then I felt his hands on my flesh every so softly.
His large hands rubbed my waist and the moved down to my buttocks. The heat of his hands made me quiver. He squeezed lightly then harder, I cried out in pleasure I wanted more. I felt his hands smack my behind lightly on both cheeks. Then he went a little harder and I rode on the feeling as he was building me up to take more. He would take his fingers and grab my sore butt and then slap my heated flesh again. Every once in a while he would caress my body and lower himself down and whisper in my ear. “How are you doing little girl do you want more?” I would cry out “yes Sir more”. Then he would spank my ass harder and over and over. I was flying and just lived for his touch. I wanted him, I needed him to control my body with his hands and mouth.
Alex leaned over me and started to kiss shoulders and moving down my back to my buttocks as I felt his lips on my body I trembled with his touch. I could feel his moist tongue taking a few licks on my raw buns. I wanted more and cried out “more please”? He stopped touching me with his lips and tongue and whisper in my ear tell me that again. I said, “more please.” He softly said that’s not how you ask for things and I said “more please Sir.” He knew he had me and I would do anything just to have him touch me. My breathing was heavy and I was moving my body up against the now warm table. Rocking my head back and forth, “Please Sir Please.” I felt Alex fingers pulling my hair slightly and running his fingers down my back and then to my arms.
Ever so slowly he untied the rope around my wrist and feet and told me to turn over and don’t talk. I did as he said he untied the blindfold from my eyes. There he stood above me looking down at me on the table open and willing to do as he pleases. Slowly he traced his fingers over my roasting body and felt my willing flesh. I could not take my eyes off of him as he took in the scene of me on his table and his finger dancing on my heated skin. He slides his hands up to my breasts and took the hard nipple between his finger and thumb and squeezed lightly then slowly went harder and all the time he looks at me straight in the eyes. I cried out in passion as he took it to the next level of pain. I was putty in his hands and he knew it.
He releases my nipples and took the palm of his hands and lightly moved it over the harden bud and it felt so wonderful to be touch. Ever so slowly he moved down my torched flesh until he touched my clit I called out “yes, yes”. He did not move his hand he just looked at me. It felt like hours that we stared at each other but really it was only minutes. I wanted him and I knew he wanted me but he did not move. “Alex “I cried out to him and he told me “sit up” and moved his hand away from me. I was in shock did he not like my body I started to speak and he put his finger on my lips and said “shhh” I obeyed.
Hearing his voice as he softly said: “this is enough for tonight little girl”. I tried to talk and he “shhh” me again. “Alex”, I cried out he said not a word and he picked me up from the table and brought me over to one of his large couches and sat down holding me and rocking me. Alex reached over the couch and pulled the throw blanket and covers me. I felt at peace as he healed me in his arms. He whispered in my name “Taylor” over and over again. The then he said” I want you but in due time as tonight is just the first in many. Taylor, here I’m the boss. I want to taste you and to feel myself inside of you but it’s on my terms and only when I wish to make it happen”.” I said, “yes Sir”. He said, “I want you to feel safe here but I will hurt you but never harm you do you understand Taylor?” “Yes Sir I do” then he kissed me as I felt his full lips on my quivering lips I knew that he would teach me many things. Alex looked at me with such intense eyes and I heard his warm voice saying to me. “I know you’re not a submissive in the outside world but here in my home you will be submissive to me.” “Next time we will talk about what that will entail and what are your limits but tonight I gave you just a taste of what I have to offer you but we will continue this at a later date.” “ And Taylor don’t you ever follow a strange man that you don’t know to his house again. I nodded and said Yes. Sir”.
I laid in his arms under the warm blanket as he rocked me and the thoughts that raced through my mind was I wonder if he knows how to tie rope like in the painting that I saw early on in the evening. I knew he would teach me many lessons about myself and that we would be creating something so different than I have ever experienced before. For some odd reason, I felt safe in his arm and believe that he could never harm me. He seemed to be a man of honor and integrity and I wanted more and thought what lessons will he teach me about pain and letting go. Why did I need this? Was there something in my makeup that made me desire this? I realized that I might not be like everyone else. I did not know where this was taking me but I could say no at any time. I need to find out more of why this is such a turn for me. He brought out the wild beast in me that just wanted to be tamed. But like he said to be continued.
Chapter 6- The Academy Awards Party
The afternoon was sizzling with chaos. A cloud of anticipation covered the city, in fact, the nation, as the networks started their pre-show newscasts. Women were busy running in and out of their favorite hair salons. Booked solid were most of Beverly Hills’ top salons. Stretch limousines were parked everywhere, lining the streets and causing massive traffic congestion. Families gathered in front of their television sets, waiting to see what everyone would be wearing. Even my maid Maria had the television blaring throughout my home as she helped me get ready. The town was bursting at its seams as everyone waited for the event to begin.
Since I had already been to many award parties, I was confident that my black, skintight Bill Blass gown would be a perfect ensemble for the night’s festivities. The strapless and slightly V-neck, ankle-length dress accentuated my breasts. “Quite a lot of cleavage,” I thought to myself as I applied my scent for the evening. Carlos, my hairdresser, set my hair in a 60's up-do, one of his many superb c
reations especially for me. It looked almost like a beehive, but not as high. With my long, sweeping bangs covering one eye, I looked very sexy. As always, Carlos did a wonderful job.
For the final touch, I put on my grandmother’s diamond-and-gold necklace with earrings to match. She claimed they were a part of the Czar’s legacy collection. My grandmother was from Russia and had left her homeland when she was a little girl. Her family traveled through China and then took a cargo freighter to California. They left just before the “Big War” as Grandmother would explain. She would talk about the palace and the Czar’s children. Sitting with a glass of chilled vodka, Grandmother would tell me stories about her life and the men that crossed her path.
On her deathbed, as her eyes gazed to a far-off place, I heard her ask in Russian, “Where are all my puppies?” Closing with a beautiful smile, she then passed away. My grandmother always referred to her men as ‘puppies’ and at the time of her death, she still had many suitors. With a sparkle in her eyes, I guessed they had all come to meet her on the other side. She was married five times, outliving them all. She had left my sister and I all her exquisite jewelry; plus she had left me her priceless Fabergé egg. I don’t think the jewelry could have compared to the one gift I most admired that my grandmother gave me -- the spirit to live a life of freedom. She taught me to be true to myself and to never relinquish what I believed in.