by Rev Mel
Once again I see myself is sitting on the floor in front of Alex at his place. Alex leans over and kisses me on the mouth and strokes my breasts over the bra, he reaches behind me and undoes the hooks. Ever so slowly he slides down the arm one side of the strap and the other and takes off the bra completely he throw it’s on the floor next to him. Alex then leans back and looks at me. You're beautiful, let me just look at you. I start to open my mouth when Alex slaps me across the face, tears come to my eyes. Alex says “Be wise not to say a word. He has slapped me before in play to get my attention and explained that he would never do this without play nor would he harm me in any way.
Looking at him I wanted to yell "Stop" but I knew it was part of the role play and I was his property while I was at his house. I wanted to run out the door and I started to move away from him. He looked at me with his Dom look and I knew I should not move. He smiled at me sitting on the floor and said "We will continue the training today” “Yes, Sir as you wish” I said and I look at him. "Tell me you want more" as he gently touches my cheek” Taylor tell me you want more my pet” I held back my anger as I wanted to get up and walk away from Alex but I just stayed as the stubborn part of me came to light. I was not going to let him win and I felt that this was a huge learning curve for me.
While I’m is still kneeling on the floor in front of Alex I whispers as I looked him straight in his eyes “ Slap me again Sir”. "Taylor would you like me to slap you harder this time, my dear"? Alex and I stare at each other and I say very quietly “Yes, Sir if it pleases you. I want you to do it harder Sir, Yes” (all most crying) Alex reached over to me and took his hand and touches my face lightly on my cheek. Alex bends down and kisses me on my lips. I could see in his eyes he was proud of me as he makes a little laugh “I have another little surprise for you, my pet said Alex”.
Alex pulls way and reaches into another pocket. He pulls out a pair of silver nipple clips. Come here closer my pet I have something special for you. I looked into his dark gaze and my eyes could not hide the truth, I need to surrender to his will. My lips barely moved as I whispered "Yes, Sir" in a voice unknown to me. It was like we moved in still dream-like motion as I move closer and closer to his touch.
Alex leans down and presses his lips to my ear and softly says “Do you trust me”? I just look at the clips and knew what he is going to do with those. “I ask you a question Taylor” “Yes” barely getting the word out. “ Yes, what Pet”? “Yes, Sir I trust you”. Alex holds up the nipple clips to my face and says “aren't these pretty little things?” “ Yes, Sir” I reply back to him. “Do you know what this is my pet”? He says to me as I almost stopped breathing, I reply “Nipple clips, Sir”? Alex touches my nipple again and lightly then squeezes them between his thumb and his forefinger. I get lost in his touch and I could smell his manly scent as I longed for more.
Alex bends down and he sucks on my hard right nipple as I cry out. Then slides one hand between my legs, moves over the G-string and touches my clit. “You like this pet don’t you and it has made you wet”? “Yes Sir, I love it, Sir I am yours to do as you please”. He says to me “You learn quickly my pet”. Alex twists one of my nipples and then he stops touching my clit. He uses two hands to put on one of the clips on my right nipple I yell out” Ouch!” You want me to stop he ask me? “ No, Sir no please.”Alex continues to put on the other nipple clip and then places one hand between my legs again and plays with my clit. Alex pulls the chain that is connecting the two nipples clips together. I cry out “Yes, Yes”.
He pulls up the chain and tells me to open my mouth. I looked at him with bewilderment but obeyed his demand. He places the chain in my mouth as it starts to pull on the nipples giving me such a delicious pain that made my quivering pearl between my leg wanting more.
With that thought, I opened my eyes in my bed and smile as I continue to masturbate to the amazing memories of being with Alex. My body was heated in such lust as I slid my finger inside my raging moist pussy. I wanted him now but the reality was he was away and I had to only rely on my thoughts of being with him. He brought out the primal part of who I am.
My mind jumped around with new thoughts of my time spent with Alex as my breathing become erratic along with my thoughts. It took me back to a memory of my hands that were tied over my head and I'm on my backside. I’m nude except for black rope that is tied around my breasts and back and down between my legs. I have a dog collar around my neck and my butt is red as you see a flogger crash down on my behind. Candles lit the room and there is a mirror where I can watch myself and Alex. "Tell me you love it" says Alex? “Yes, Sir I love it, Yes Sir”. Once again the flogger comes down and hits me on the buttocks. “Tell me you want more,” says Alex “Please Sir give me more”as my body give all that it can to him.
Alex comes into view as I see the flogger coming at me. Alex swings it harder over and over again. I cry out. He hits me again and again, then stops he then starts to stroke my butt very sensual and puts his mouth to my ear. He said, “my pet I know you love this and if you’re a good girl I will continue to take you to that dark place that only pain can give you.”. Alex steps back and once again starts to flog me. Tossing my head back and forth as the leather strikes my back in my mind I’m saying “Yes, Yes”.
Just the thought of him flogging me my body is burning up and between my legs a volcano is sweltering up. I start to touch my harden nipples again imagining it's him pulling hard. Pulling at the tips hard like how Alex does it made my body shiver with a warm wave of sexual peaks. I shut my eyes as I toyed with my breasts squeezing them hard. My left hand still between my legs as I rub my engorged throbbing, sensitive clit. Nothing matter as my body was quivering with just the thought of what he has done to me. I could smell the leather and sweat mixed in with the potent aroma of sex. The sounds of my breathing were elevating as it was hard to exhale. I now know what it means to be waiting to exhale as it brought forth a force of liberation to my scorching searing body.
In my mind's eye, I see Alex as he says "come here closer". “Yes, Sir" as I move closer and closer to Alex. “Do you trust me,” he said?. Alex said “I ask you a question” Taylor”? Looking up at him I stammer out on word “Yes, Yes, Sir I trust you. I play this over and over again in my mind as I start to lose the sense of the room as my want to release. I keep hearing him saying 'Do you want me to stop?' 'No, No, No' I yell out as my body release the pressure cooker within my hidden thighs as my fingers went deeper in the lustful bliss. My body betrays me and I lets go quivering and shuddering from the sexual rapture. My breathing stopped and my body was no longer here it was in sexual ecstasy. Waves of orgasmic tidal waves gushed out of me as I road each crest in the heated awareness of cumming. I screamed "FUCK".
I became aware of the room as moments past as I lied there trying to compose myself. A calm expression came to my face as sinister smile blossom. I thought what it would feel like to be Alex to be to control someone else every waking moment and their sexual desires. I have read about women that do what Alex does and I found it quite interesting as I fell sleep between my silk sheets with nothing but Alex on my mind.
Chapter 13- Zak, My Trainer
The summer heat overwhelmed my body as I dressed for the evening. Days in California are always warm and sunny. The nights are kept cool by a light breeze from the Pacific Ocean, with tonight being an exception. The parched desert temperature seemed to engulf the L.A. basin as the wind’s veil whispered silently over the intense black sky. Zachary, my personal trainer and sometimes lover, invited me out for an evening of erotic fun. He was very secretive about where we were going. My trainer enjoys sex just as much as I do, making him his mother’s son.
Zak is the son of one my mother’s closest friends. I wondered, on many occasions if she knew about Zak and me. I think it would amuse her if anything. She has, in the past, had many young men at her beck and call, most of them Zachary’s friends. When he was a teenager, Beverly Hills High School was a wonderful cornu
copia for her sexual appetite. Many of the young boys that Zachary would bring home learned the art of lovemaking from his mother and, thanks to her, there are a lot of happy young ladies out and about in Beverly Hills. Her husband at that time started to have an affair with a 22-year-old starlet. In retribution, she took pleasure with the young boys of Beverly Hills High. They are still married after all these years, which I’m sure is due to purely financial reasons. In fact, next September they are going to be celebrating their 30th wedding anniversary.
Beverly Hills is a community known for its extramarital affairs. Couples here don’t get divorced; their property consultants advise strongly against it. Both sides refuse to split their private wealth. So instead of divorcing, they have affairs of the heart, or as I call them, affairs of the sexual parts. It’s very sad when a husband or wife falls in with their lovers. Lots of broken hearts dwell within the city limits for the sake of money. You can always tell when one party is having an affair. If they are out dining in one of the city’s fine eateries, and the wife is rambling on as the husband pays little attention, it’s virtually certain. It usually means that his mind is off dreaming of someone else. What is even more humorous is when the husband is so busy talking about work, and his wife is dreaming about her arms around another. My favorite couples are the ones that can’t go out alone for fear of actually communicating. So to prevent an utterly boring evening, they invite another couple to fill in the gaps. This way they won’t have to talk to each other. Of course, this is a generalization and may not be true for every case, but from what I’ve seen, it’s about right. There are so many marriages, tiptoeing around Beverly Hills, afraid to separate out of fear of the community’s rejection. Well, that’s my city for you. Never a dull moment, especially when you know most of the players. I’ve never accepted a marriage proposal for this very reason. I have too much fun with my lovers, especially Zak.
When Zachary first started training me, his routine consisted of grabbing a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and taking off his shirt. My eyes would feast on his beautiful, muscular body as he would bend over me, holding weights. He always tries to protect me from getting hurt by the weights. Having his well-developed, tanned biceps above me, I always felt safe. With Zak working so closely, my sexual energy could not contain itself. Shortly after he began training me, I started fantasizing about the two of us making love. I had met his sweet girlfriend and she had no idea how much my body craved him. I did not want to hurt her, but my energy overwhelmed my mind. I tried to resist the temptation of touching him, but weeks after we started training, we began flirting with one another. It crossed my mind what it would be like to make love to him. I’ve always been attracted to older men. Their elegance and experience in lovemaking always gladdened my dreams. My mind and body could not resist this, wild stallion. His 28-year-old body is very tanned and toned. Each muscle on his body has its own definition. My young trainer’s dark, hairless chest is so muscular that it makes me quiver at the thought of each movement it makes. At times, when we’d worked out with each other, I wanted to reach up and touch his young, firm skin. My workouts began to grow longer and longer, followed by a deep, full-body massage. Zak’s hands are wonderful. He would knead and exploit my fiery flesh. His fingers would linger alongside my thighs, causing me to moan with excitement.
One day, he was massaging my body after a hard workout and his hands started to massage the insides of my thighs. Slowly he glided his hand over my opened jewel. He massaged my hairline, moving toward my clitoris, which grew twice in size instantly. I was defenseless as I lay on the massage table while his hands started to fondle my engorged gem. I felt his fingers slither inside and I could not stop him, nor did I want to. He lowered his tender lips and embraced my scarlet pearl. His tongue flickered across my tip as I felt a desire run through my jewel. His muscular hands massaged my breasts and abdomen while his mouth searched for more nourishment. My diamond released its luminous glow as I came and came again. Only after I had already enjoyed an orgasmic state did he put a condom on. The fullness of his large pistol inside my privates sent my body to release again. The gym’s room temperature seemed to increase as our bodies merged. Droplets of moisture ran down his young, handsome face and chest. He was able to maintain his erection for a long, long time, bringing me to the verge of physical exhaustion. Only after I reached my sexual climactic high did he pull off the condom and release his shooting manhood all over my aching body. Thus began our love affair, with an understanding that we were enjoying each other for purely sexual reasons. We put aside age differences and played our games.
Tonight Zak had a surprise for me. Dressing in a short, tight, almost transparent Donna Karan dress with a pair of Charles Jordan sandals to match, I looked wild. Zak had picked out my dress for the evening, dropping it off with a card that read: “The best part of a gift is unwrapping it.” Under my elegant dress, I had a pair of see-through G-string panties with a matching lace demi-bra, covering only half of my breasts and showing the entire nipple. My rose-colored nipples showed through the thin fabric. Looking into the mirror, I smiled at myself and thought, “Not bad for a woman that works all the time.” My body was lightly tanned, firm and tight. As I touched my nipple through the thin silk with my fingertips, I thought about the way Zak loves to take my buds into his mouth and twist his tongue around my forbidden flower. Thinking about Zak always sends shivers down my spine. Taking one last look, I sprayed Bijan perfume over my body and turned off the lights.
I glided down the stairs and coasted into Zak’s waiting arms. He was wearing the traditional L.A. mode for the under-30 crowd. My sweetheart was dressed in a light gray T-shirt, blue jeans, and a dark navy blue sports coat. Wrapping his arms around me, he embraced my body, making me feel warm and loved. Looking intensely into my eyes, Zachary lifted his hands up to my piercing nipples and delicately brushed their tips. My young lover gently slipped my thin strap down over my shoulder, exposing only my left breast. Leaning toward me, his skilled mouth covered the tip and his silky tongue dashed to and fro, causing a wave of pleasure to rush throughout my pulsating torso. With my eyes closed, I tilted back my head, losing myself in his caress. My hand reached out and stroked his stiffening organ.
Raw pleasures overwhelmed our bodies, as I heard my maid walking through the formal dining room. I told Zak that he had to stop, but he kept on tantalizing my bud. She almost walked in and caught us. I pushed myself back and adjusted my strap, blushing beet-red. As I gave him a dirty look, he smiled back and laughed. Maria, my maid, was used to my sexual escapades, but I did them in private or when she was off for the night. I would never have exposed her to my private life, the life I lead behind closed doors. Embarrassed, I bid her goodbye, giggling under my breath all the way to the car.
In the driveway, I noticed a tiny wet spot on my dress, at the nipple. Looking at Zak, I pointed to it and said, “See what you did”?
He bent down, kissed the wetness and replied, “It will dry, babe.” I tried to slap him lightly on his behind, but he laughed and dodged my hand. My little boy Zak loved playing around. In a swift move, he opened the passenger side door of his car, and bowing down like a marquis said, “My Taylor”.
I called out to him as I climbed into his black BMW 325, “You brat!” He closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side, giving little attention to my comment. When Zak climbed in, he looked at me with a childish grin, and off we went for an evening of surprises.
Driving up Coldwater Canyon, I questioned him about where we were going. He smiled without reply. Zak was acting very mysterious; he was up to something sneaky. He was driving like a madman, hugging the curbs as we passed. He was enjoying himself more the faster he drove; I held on for dear life. Zak was similar to an adolescent, letting his wild side overtake him.
We made a right on Coldwater Canyon, then went about 3 miles up, another right on a small side street. The street curved around sharply to the left, as we slowed and stopped at a closed
iron gate. Using the phone at the entrance, the person at the other end opened the gate and let us in. “Whose place is this?” I thought as we drove up to the Northwestern-style home. I loved the architecture. As Zak opened my door and let me out, I was speechless. All I could do was smile back at his big baby-blue eyes. I couldn’t help but wonder who lived in this beautiful home. Taking my hand, Zak walked me up to the steps leading to the front door.
As we ascended the steps, the grand front door opened. There stood the houseboy. He recognized Zak and with a smile, he let in the both of us. The entrance was magnificent: hints of marble and bleached wood. Focused by a skylight and circular staircase, the house had breathtaking style. Looking at the exquisite artwork on the walls, I heard a woman’s sensual voice calling out to Zak. Turning toward the voice, my eyes feasted on her beautiful smile. Her hair was short with a blunt cut, and a shiny raven black color. She had intoxicating turquoise eyes with deep rings of dark green around the pupils. Her lips were bright red and looked a little pouty, I noticed as she hugged Zak. Her firm, petite body, which seemed to generate enough energy to light an entire city, glowed as she walked toward me.
Zak introduced us and instead of shaking my hand she hugged me close, gently squeezing my body close to hers. Still holding me tight, her pouty lips tenderly kissed me, licking my lips with her tongue. Did I imagine the light touch of her tongue, or did she really kiss me? Was my mind playing tricks on me? I looked at Zak and he responded with a grin. This beautiful woman was very intriguing indeed.