The Education of Taylor (The Erotic Diary of a Beverly Hills Woman Book 1)

by Rev Mel

  Slowly, I stood up still touching her body. I kissed her lips. Her tongue darted out to taste her cum still lingering over my lips and face. Opening her eyes, she shyly smiled at me as I released her from the bonds that held her. Kissing me gratefully, she cradled my steaming body. I felt beautiful as she touched my breasts with her petite hands. My breasts overflowed her hands as she touched my nipples with her moist tongue. Now, I was her trapped fawn. I wiggled against her as she kneaded and massaged my large breasts.

  Leading me to her couch, she slowly laid me down. Her hands and mouth never once strayed from their foci. This sultry woman touched me in a way that questioned my limits of imagination. I surrendered myself to her and gradually lost all sense of who I was as an individual: our bodies meshed. Her firm but tender touch carved at my very soul. My mind focused on only her extremely skilled tongue as it cradled my awakening flesh. Rolling her tongue in small circles on my body, I was transformed by the sensation. Wetness started to spread throughout my interior to my outer lips as my blazing cavern vibrated in expectation. Moving lower, her tongue sent streaks of delight through the lips of my vagina. Her touch made me grasp for air. I cried out as she sent me into spasms. Forcing her tongue between my legs, she made me quiver. Delicate movements of her fingers pressed at the opening of my entrance. Discovering my clitoris, she stroked the side with her tongue. In unison, her fingers danced into my opening and her mouth captured my pearl. The sounds of lovemaking filled the room. Quenching herself on my hot and creamy liquid, her mouth and tongue moved along my swollen lips. I exploded in deep waves of spasms. Her fingers pulled out and her tongue pushed in. She had ownership of my body and soul. Nipping and caressing my open box, my wild she-cat licked and licked my deep opening until the last waves of spasms subdued.

  My flushed body trembles as it reached a plateau of supreme intensity. My jaguar moved upward stroking a familiar path to my navel with her hands and lips. She pressed her beautiful body on top of mine and climbed upward. Brushing my breasts with her lips until she devoured them, she rubbed her female parts on mine, producing a friction that made me tremble. Her anxious body moved faster and faster as the passion once again filled the room. Repeated kissing and tasting my womanly flavor on her mouth gave me one last unexpected release of an intense orgasm. She and I cried out from the richness of our raw sexual exchange.

  She took me beyond sunset to sunrise as we cradled our bodies until sleep fell upon us, leaving me with a sense of security in her warm embrace. I was no longer lost. I could give my heart to her. Dreaming sweet images of her made me smile in my sleep. I dreamt that I took her home and we lived as lovers do. Early in the morning when I awoke, I sat near her watching her float in dreamland. I wished that dreams did come true. I kissed her softly on the cheek and retrieved my clothes. Loneliness became a familiar state of being in my broken heart. As I walked down the three flights of stairs to my empty Mustang, I closed my eyes as tears covered my cheeks.

  I really wish that I could live in a different kind of world. Looking back at her apartment building, I sadly drove away. The California sun was coming up on the horizon. I turned on the radio and lost myself in the music.

  Chapter 12- Flash Back

  It was almost dusk as the night was setting in when I finished a long extensive meeting with some collectors that were interested in some of my mother’s art at their downtown Los Angeles office. They wanted something for nothing. Negotiating with them was like pulling teeth and I wanted to bop them on the head and say enough. The prolong meeting was taking a toll on me and I just could not wait till we had an agreement on the prices. Her collection was worth millions and they meant a lot to my mother so haggling over the price was something that I wish to do. In the end, I got my price.

  I did what I set out to do and that was not to drop the ball and let a few collectors beat me at the game. The money would go to breast cancer research as my mother raised many millions for breast cancer over the last 30 years. One more thing done that the will stated that I must do was done. Yes, I was happy to get the price that my mother wanted for her collection but today I was feeling sorry for myself and just wanted to be somewhere else, like my bed.

  As I drove back to Beverly Hills in bumper to bumper traffic on the 10 freeway all I just wanted to do was to be back at home and take a nap and not think about business or my parent’s estate. I still thought I was far too young to have to deal with all of this estate stuff that my parents left me with. My sister was not there for me as she was with her husband in New York and had not a clue what I was dealing with both with business and privately. Part of me was mad at my sister and another part thought is this my mother’s way of still screwing me from the grave? It was not unlike my mother to plan something like this she could be that evil. The thought of evil made me think of another person that seems evil to me but yet I wanted him in my life. I could not stop thinking of Alex and how we played some very strange sexual games.

  Alex took my breath away as I thought of the first time that we met and I followed him home not knowing if I was going to make it out alive. His dominance took me by surprise and I could not say no to him as he had some kind of control over me. He gave me a place where I could escape my day to day life and just be a sensual sexual being. I did not have to think about him as he orchestrated my sexual wants and needs with just a look.

  Driving home was like being in some sort of dream as I drove up the driveway with Alex still in my thoughts. Too bad he was out of the country on business and could not be reached because of the time difference. He had open up a whole new world to me and taught me so much about myself and what I enjoy as far as erotic pain is concerned. There were times I did the same things to Alan that Alex did to me. Thinking back I got the thrill out trying it out on Alan when tied him to a chair in my bedroom and blindfolding him. He gave me a charge of the excitement of being in control of his body. Alex was giving me a crash course in BDSM and he had earned my trust but in return, I had to submit to him any way he wishes. I did have the right to say No but had tell him why and I learned to trust him that he would never harm me in any way. The only other person that I trusted was Alan and he had my heart and soul.

  Alex was still on my mind as I walked up the long staircase and called out to Maria my maid “Maria I’m off to take a nap and I don’t want to be disturbed and wake me up in two hours” Maria yelled back “Yes Missy will do”. Maria is like family to me and has seen me through some very long days after both of my parents died. She also keeps to herself and is very trusted and reliable. We would spend many evenings in the kitchen as she cooked for me and talked about her children. Really it’s Maria that runs the house and makes sure that everyone is kept on their toes.

  She is very much protected of me and watches out for me. I can see in her eyes that she did not approve of Alex nor his friends. She is like the mother that I never had and I loved her for that and would be lost without her.

  I went into my marble bathroom and washed the makeup off my face and put my hair up in a clip. It felt good to have the cool water creases my heated flesh as it was a long day with endless meetings. I was up late the night before at dinner at a fundraiser to raise money for a local free health clinic and up early for nonstop meetings all day. I needed a rest before I went out for the evening to another event to raise money for a charity that my parents were involved with.

  My father taught me to give back to our community and the people that work so hard to take care of others. I have lived in Beverly Hills my whole life but I’m well aware that many people don’t have what I have. So, I give back and as my father used to say. “We are all one step away from pushing a shopping cart so always give to others”. My mother was not quite like that as it was all about her and her things and the people she could own. I never understood why my father married her but she was amazingly beautiful, but beauty can only go so far in love and relationships. I got my mother’s looks but that where it ends there as I also have my father’s
compassion and brains for business.

  Taking off my clothes it felt so wonderful as I set my body free of my tailored suit and high heels pumps. My bed never looked so good as I pulled down the satin sheets and slid between them as the cool satin touched my naked flesh. I was in heaven as I laid there and closed my eyes and made an attempt to get some rest.

  I started to think about Alan and what he does for me but Alex kept creeping into my thoughts. How could two men be so different but both able to bring me to the breaking point as far as erotic sex? Thinking about Alex and what he brought out in me from the first time we meet at that night at the bar. He could take me somewhere else that Alan could not take me. Alex touch was not the gentle loving touch of Alan but you could feel the power in Alex just in his voice.

  Both give me what I wanted and that was passion and excitement. They both understood that I could not be owned but I could give what they needed and that was devotion and the freedom to be who they are. Alex was a new experience and it was fun to just let go and let him do all the work and let me just sit back and enjoy. He played hard and heavy but not for keeps and I liked that as I like to run a little wild and not be held down by one person. We had a rule and that rule was when I was with him at his place he was the boss but I was free to say no and use my safe word at any time.

  Alex was told me that if you learned how to submit mind, body, and soul that you would never be the same again. I was on a quest looking to see if he could bring me to a place a place of unknown pleasures and taboo. I knew that I never could really be a submissive as I am far to dominate in my personal life but I did enjoy a few games once in a while.

  Little did I know that Alex would walk into my life that he would bring out the passion from the hidden dark place beyond my soul? So much spice in my life just for the tasting and I wanted it all but there were times that I thought what was I getting myself into? Where was I going with all of this kinky stuff? I knew that I had to keep this to myself as the real world would not understand this sort way of sexual play. It was the vanilla world which means people that are not into kinky sex that I had to hide this from. I guess I was not vanilla anymore but really when I think about all of my sexual experience I really was never really vanilla. Alex helped shape my willingness to be opened minded about sex and to explore.

  I started reading books on BDSM to find out more information. I don’t know why I’m drawn to this lifestyle as my father never hit me as a child. I was able to eroticize the pain and make it pleasurable and it made me want it more. My mother hit me once as she was always quick to anger but my father threatened her if she ever hit me again that she would pay a heavy price for it. You did not want to fuck with my father he has his own ways of making sure that she did what he wanted her to do.

  At times I was confused at why I was drawn to pain and the taboo life of kink. Maybe it has something to do with my mother or maybe I’m just wired like this. I know that there is no turning back now that I met Alex. He unwrapped a completely new world to me and there was no turning back. Yes, I do like to try new sexual things but this was different, this was a place where I could lose myself.

  I closed my eyes trying to sleep but in my head, I fantasize about having Alex as my Sir. I read some stories in an erotic story book and it was hot. One was a submissive gives herself to her Master and they had hot heated sex and did things like edge play and bondage. Edge play was a whole new category of kink and one could get hurt if the Dormant did not know what they were doing. Alex said I was not ready for such play but that I would be a good candidate for bondage. I had to earn his trust before he does this on me. Bondage came in many forms one was rope and thought I don't think it would be for me as I like to be in control at all times except with Alex.

  Alex was very handsome in rough sort of way not like Alan who is a beautiful looking man. Alan had my heart and soul but Alex owned my flesh and I would melt in his embrace. Meeting Alex and having him spank me or the thought of him tying me up left me wanting for more. My thoughts turned to the small dungeon that he built in his home that was just below his house in this padded room. It had all sorts of furniture like a cross and a leather covered spanking bench. I smiled a wicked smile as my thoughts wondered what madness went on in that room of debauchery and perversion. It made me overflow with wetness between my thighs just thinking about.

  I once asked him if he owned me and he laughs and said. “not yet my pet but might someday” He later explained what ownership entailed. He said there were different stages to bring you to ownership. The first one was the consideration; it was like dating or getting to know someone and could last for a year or when the Dominant thinks the submissive or slave is ready. I guess Alex and I were in the consideration stage and that included lots of play and lots of sex. He told me that he has had submissives that he did not have sex with but he was in ownership of them. I could not understand not having sex with Alex and felt maybe in time I would understand.

  The next stage of ownership was training and that meant that the slave or submissive would learn how to do things the way that their Sir or Mistress liked them to do around the house and in play. Then the last one was collaring would be more of a commitment. In the BDSM lifestyle, it is almost like a wedding and the collaring ceremony would happen. He even told me that many have a contract for ownership. A contract is between two people that committed to each other in a dominate and slave or submissive relationship.

  In the contract sometimes is written by the submissive or slave on what they are willing to give to their Sir. They talk about it and negotiate the contract much like I do every day with my father’s attorney. To me, this seemed like a very civilized way to handle a relationship between two people. A BDSM ownership is not legally binding as far as the court system here in the states.

  Reaching over to my night stand I turned on my I Pod Nano and so there would be soft calming music playing in the background while I tried to sleep. But I need something more to relax me so I lit a candle on my nightstand and the smell was so wonderful as I tried to let my mind rest and listen to the music.

  My mind was on Alex and our last time that we played it was so sensational and touched me to the core of my fevered appetite. My nipples started to harden, as moved my hand to my right nipple and squeeze it a little. It felt so good then slowly I slid my hand down to my stomach then further down to my quivering pearl and felt the wetness dripping out from my hidden place. My thoughts linger on Alex's touch and the last time we meet. Thinking back I could see it in my mind as I closed my eyes and imaged how it was.

  Thinking back I was dressed in a black bra, G-string panties, black high heels and a black leather collar around my neck. I am on my knees in front of Alex. Alex is wearing black pants, shoes without socks and a tailor off white shirt. A feel of elegance, self-confidence and sex appeal resonated in the room from him. The room was dark except for lit candles that were dancing in the air stream from the breeze from the central air condition. Classical music played quietly in the background.

  Alex is sitting on a small black leather couch in his private dungeon, holding a drink in his hand. There is a cross on the wall and a matching spanking bench across from it. The walls were painted this dark purple and black curtains lined one wall. The dark room was just for BDSM play and no one was allowed in this room, not even his maid. There were Japanese bondage paintings that graced a few of the walls and lots and lots of white candles. One wall was host to his floggers, whips, paddles and other kinky things that one could think of. The room was very elegant and soundproof plus it had an amazing sound system to play all of Alex favorite music.

  Alex takes a drink from his glass and says to me “Beg for it”. Just the sound of his voice puts me into a place of submission and as I play this game of BDSM. I cry out Yes, Sir. I badly needed to touch him and say "Please, Sir my I touch you"? I know enough not to ask him anything twice as he ignores my question. Alex starts to stroke my hair and gently pulls it. Looking down at me he s
ays “Tell me you are my slut, my hole my slave.” “Yes, Sir I am your slut your hole, your slave.” Alex takes his hand and strokes my hard nipples then pulls one hard. I cry out in pain but it’s a good pain and I desire more.

  With my eyes close I wanted to just touch his body and feel him inside of me. His energy was so strong that it pulled me to him. He takes away my breath when he kissed me I thought as I lie in my bed recreating my erotic encounter with Alex. I lower my hand down towards my wet pussy. I rub my clit while my mind is thinking about Alex and his rope or his black floggers made just for him.

  Thinking back to the 4th night at his place I start rubbing my pussy in my bed. I did not know what to think when he called his whore and his hole. I was never called that before but he had names for me like pet or his little princess. I was not a little princess but I got used to his words for me and I knew in public he would never call me any of those names. This was play for him and it was erotic to me to get out of my head and just be. My fingers start to move inside of me slowly entering my private open hole. Yes, I was his hole slut to do as he pleased with that thought I cry Ohhhhh with pleasure.

  Anxious, I wait for what comes next as I start to gush with wetness. His gestures are so sensuous that when I think of him I lose a sense of time as I linger in his presence. I start to touch my nipples again thinking about that night pulling at the tips hard. My eyes are shut as I play with my breasts and I twist it like Alex does try to get the same response.