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

by Rev Mel

  Waves of passion swept through my cells as he touched my soul. Alan pushed me back on the table and I lay flat while Alan sat in front of my forbidden entrance. He buried his face in between my legs, licking and sucking my clitoris wildly. Alan’s nose touched my clitoris as he plunged his tongue deep inside my womanly place, while his hands held my legs further apart firmly grasping my thighs. Like a mad dog, he licked and sucked every inch of my hidden cavern. My blood beat red-hot as if I were on fire. He was crazy. Alan came alive while tasting me. Pushing me over the edge, my inner thigh muscles tightened. His tongue circled around my enlarged clitoris and his big, long fingers stroked my G-spot. A feeling spread between my inner lips. My breathing stopped. My smothering wet passage let loose a thunderous orgasm. He pushed me to cum over and over again. Each time more violent than the last, the waves passed over my body. My body was wet with perspiration as my burning crotch responded to his animal force. I only lived for his tongue and fingers.

  I did not care if anyone saw us in the open park. I heard dogs barking as their owners walked them. Throughout the adjacent apartments, radios were blasting, TV shows were on, and mothers were washing dishes. I could hear Alan’s tongue whipping across my swollen clitoris. My body was wet with desire. Alan whispered for me to imagine that our long-haired belly dancer was licking my clitoris. I let my mind push farther into a frenzy as I thought about her touch. Alan became my belly dancer, in my dreamlike state. My interior trembled at the thought of her making love to me. The cold night air could not penetrate my lover’s heated embrace. I gasped as my hungry lover’s hands moved again into my sacred flower. Alan rose to his feet and planted his lips on mine. Our tongues tasted each other’s flavors.

  Cell by cell, my body was becoming electrified. I wanted more of his body. Hearing his zipper release his hidden tool, Alan grabbed my torso tightly. Face to face he plunged his stiff cock into my interior. The dam broke inside me as the force of his manhood pushed further into me. He pumped me harder and harder. I felt the walls of my vagina wrapping around his erect rod. Farther and farther, he moved my body into ecstasy. Moans rolled from both our lips. The act of lovemaking brought our bodies to a peak of pleasure. Alan cried out in the night’s darkness as he came inside my throbbing vase. A rush of warm liquid seeped from the walls of my valley. The feeling of him cumming brought me once again to a climax. Wrapping my legs around his firm, hard body, I pressed his pulsating organ deeper. Our flesh burned like a fire as our flames of love exploded into rhapsody. Breathing in the air, our lungs filled as we held our breath. Only after our climactic release would our breathing commence again. Heightened by the moment, we rocked back and forth in each other’s arms.

  Feeling our beating hearts beat as one, I felt as though I were at peace with Alan. Lying in my arms, Alan’s excited body began the long road home to reality, as our bodies started to be aware of our conscious mind. The cold night air touched our moistened skin as we listened to the background noise of the city. I kissed Alan’s lips lightly and smiled. His eyes were held shut as if he wanted to block out the rest of the world. His trembling stopped as he lay in the warmth of my arms. His stiff shaft nestled in my soaked bush. Alan was lost in paradise. While I stroked the back of his neck, my fingers massaged the tension from his strong neck.

  My relaxed lover began to stir as we listened to TVs blaring from the apartments next door to the small park. We started to giggle a little as laughter overtook our fragile state. As I tried to dress, laughter filled my lungs. Alan was having difficulties too. Alan had ripped every button off my dress. I called out to Alan, “What did you do to my dress?” Alan just laughed and put his arms around me.

  We walked to the car like teenagers. At the door, Alan held me close and passionately kissed my lips. His eyes glowed in love as he softly spoke in my ear, “We could have been arrested for what we just did”.

  Laughing lightly, I replied, “Yes honey, I know, but wasn’t it worth the risk?” I slid into the passenger side of the car and sighed. Driving away, I noticed a man walking his dog. I wondered if he had seen us on the picnic table. A wave of excitement shot through me as I held Alan’s hand. The stars still looked like diamonds as we silently drove to my home. Reaching into my handbag for my lipstick, I found her note. I looked at Alan while he drove and thought, “Hmmm. Tomorrow’s another day in this thing we call life”.

  Chapter 15- The Dungeon

  Alex invited me to go somewhere special tonight and I have not a clue on where we were going. He just informed me that he would send me an outfit to wear. I have been seeing a lot of Alex and enjoying all the new things I have been learning. I realized that when I tied Alan to a chair and blindfolded him that I was really doing vanilla sex with a hint of BDSM. I look at it like leather and spice and everything nice is what I do in the bedroom. It seems that the terms Alternative lifestyle does apply to me as it is someone living outside of the normal views of society. I may look like I run a billion dollar corporation to the outside world I’m much more from that. Alex is giving me such an erotic education on how to think out of the box and to be OK with it.

  We have had long conversations which he calls negotiations about what we will consent to as far as this lifestyle and limits. We both have to agree on everything when it comes to BDSM play or our D/s relationship. When talking about limits Alex and I sat down and listed some of the limits. Limits are self-proclaimed boundaries and guidelines that the Dominant and submissive must follow. It is about activities that the submissive, slave or bottom does not wish to participate in. Alex taught me that is ok to have soft limits and hard limits. Soft limits might be knife play or blood and hard limit would be something that you would never wish to do. Mine limits are far too many because all this was unknown to me but each time I learn more and open myself up to each new experience with Alex. Alex sometimes calls me his brat as I take on a persona of a rebellious child acting out. The outcome in acting like a child is always a spanking or something else that will put me in my place or I might do it just to get attention from him. Whatever it is, it is adding so much erotic pleasure into my life and has opened me up as far as my thoughts about what people do in the privacy of their own homes.

  Tonight we were branching out as Alex puts it and were going to be public these evening and I had not a clue of what he meant by that? He said he wanted to bring me somewhere special and felt this was would take me to my next step. I have been in threesome, swing parties and one night stands there has been very little that I have not done. I know, I was a late bloomer in the sexual revolution that started way before I was born. Looking at the past year I think that I have made up for since I lost both of my parents. Some may not be proud of how I have lived my life but I know when I’m 130 and before I died I would like to say what a ride and be at peace on how I lived my life. All thru high school I was this good little girl and even in college as I only dated two men or were they really boys. I look at this way that I’m running with the wolves in a mustang with my hair blowing in the wind. I did it my way come to mind when I think of my life. Reminds of my father because that was his favorite song sung by his friend Frank Sinatra was I did it my way. My father would say that that song was a constant reminder that he had to do things his way and that was why he was so successful in business. Tonight we were going to be doing Alex way, he was the leader and I would be his follower for the evening.

  I was waiting on Alex package and there was a knock at the door and I answered the door because Maria was out doing the shopping for the house. When I opened the door I was surprised that there was a woman standing at the door. She said “I’m here to see Taylor, Alex sent me?” and I told her it was me. She explained that Alex asks her to come by and bring a few dresses to try. She introduced herself as Domme Monique and that she was going to be my dresser for the evening. I asked her to come and she waved to someone standing next to a black van. He opened the back door of the van and pulled out a rack of clothes and started walking towards the house.r />
  She was stunning with long black straight hair with bangs quite like Betty Page and bright red lips. The pitch black hair was such a contrast against her pale white skin. She was dressed in a tight latex red dress and spiked red and black high heels. She looked like she just stepped out of fetish fashion magazine. I could not help to notice her right arm had some kind of tribal tattoo on it. I was taken back she had such an air about her and I wanted to be her when I grew up. I wonder what people would think if I went to a board meeting dress in latex and dye my hair black. Our partners and lawyer would probably think I lost it.

  Walking in after her was this beautiful young man dressed in black latex and knee high black boots that tied up the front pulling a large clothes rack. “Mistress where shall I put these?” He asks her. She did not even look at him and said 'Taylor where would you like these?” I said 'follow me' and took her into the game room. This was the room that my mother would have her socialite friends over to play gin rummy and talk about everyone behind their backs. The game room was very spacious and had a two 75 inch flat screen TVs at both ends of the room. Around the room were large dark brown leather couches and chairs to match. A well-stocked bar was on one wall and the other wall opened up to the pool area.

  Domme Monique walked into the room and said: “ Yes this will do, lots of light”. She turned to her young man and said: “pet will also bring my makeup case and the big green box”?. “Yes, Mistress” and he bows to her and left the room. She turned to me and said, “Let's get started, We shall sit there and when pet come back we will have him bring over the dresses”. I turn and asked her “ Does your pet have a name” She laughs out loud and said, “ On My you are new”. I did not know how to take this and she smiled and said: “ Don’t worry Alex is such a great teacher as there is so much to learn”. We sat down across from each other as her pet came pulling a very large silver make case on wheels and a green box.

  Monique said, “pet bring over the rack so I can show Taylor what we have.” “Yes. Mistress” he replied back to her. He pulled over the rack of clothes and took off the large garment bag that protected the latex dresses. He then went next to his Mistress and kneeled down by her side. She pet his head and said “ Nice pet”.

  The dresses were all sorts of color from metallic blue to hot pink and ones you can see through. Some were short dress and some very long. I was taken back at how beautiful they looked. Monique got up and walked to the rack” Alex said he wanted you to be in something colorful but yet very classy”. I thought to myself there is nothing classy about latex and at the moment put a smirk on my face. Monique noticed it and said in a very sexy deep tone. “You will be surprised on how you are going to look this evening. A whole new you.”.

  We spent an hour trying on dresses and I settled for a deep purple backless Atsuko Kudo dress that showed every curve of my body and cleavage. The shoes were the same color as the dress and they were patent court shoes with covered platform. Alex told Monique that he did not want any underwear on my body as he did not want to see any panties lines.

  My dresser sent me upstairs to take a shower while she set up to do my makeup and hair. I came down in a silk robin egg blue colored robe. My hair was in a towel as she began to make up my face including false eyelashes. She called her pet over and he worked on my hair. Then they both helped me into my dress and adjusted my hair when the doorbell ring.

  Maria who was home from shopping answer the door and came back in and announced that Alex was here and said should I bring him to the game room”? I look at Monique and she said “ By all means” Maria just look at her and did not know what to think. “ Missy is that a yes? “ she said to me. I smiled at her and I was wondering what she thought of all of this. I have not seen myself in a mirror as of yet. Yes, Maria shows him in.

  Alex walked into the game room wearing leather pants and black tailored shirt and black biker boots. I could smell that he had on his favorite cologne on, Yves Saint Laurent L.Homme Libre. He took my breath away as he walked over to us as I felt my body getting hot from just the sight of him. Monique put her hand out and did a small little curtsy to Alex and bowed her head slightly as Alex kissed her hand. Her pet was standing at attention behind her as if he was not there. Alex looked at me and smiled as he came over and gave me a big hug and whispered in my ear “ You look beautiful, glad you chose the purple. Monique clapped her hands and said, “boy pack up”. “ Yes, Mistress”. Alex turned and said “Thank you Monique” and once again she did a curtsy and “it was an honor, Sir.”.

  Maria walked in the room while Alex said it was time to go and ask Maria if she would show Monique out when they finished packing up. Maria once again looked at me and I said: “it was OK”. Maria asks “will you need a coat or a jacket Missy”. I know she wanted to cover me up and did not approve on how I was dressed. “No Maria but thank you and we will be home late”.Started walking and got a glimpse of how I looked in the mirror near the front door. I did not even recognize myself. I looked like one of those models that you see in Vogue. Alex put his arms around and said you will be the bell of the ball tonight. I looked back at him and laugh and said “right” and laughed again. Alex took my hand and we walked out the door to the waiting limousine leaving Maria with Monique and her pet.

  We drove over the hill to the valley and while in the limo Alex took out a box and said for this evening I wish you to wear this. He opened it and was a gold collar with a lock on the back of it. I said, “Alex I’m not sure”. As I knew what this meant it was a collar. Alex look perplexed and said “Taylor would be my collar slave for the evening and when we get back to my place I will take it off. It's up to you“.A collar was like a marriage in the BDSM lifestyle and I was not ready to do there so I said “ Ok but only for tonight, then it has to come off.” He said, “Agree”. I did not want to be a slave or let anyone own me but for one night it would not hurt as I knew that it represented that Alex owned me in this community of BDSM.

  The car stopped and we were in front of an unmarked building. The chauffeur opens the car door and Alex got out and said to him. “ get the bags and I will help her out”.” Yes Sir “replied the chauffeur. Alex helped me out of the vehicle and there were cars driving by and here I was dress in latex and fuck me shoes as this sort of dress was out of character for me. What was I getting myself into here and plus the building looked like it was closed? I thought it might be like a speakeasy of sorts, that there might a big man behind the door and they would ask for a password.

  We walked up to the side door and Alex opened up the door for me and I was disappointed that there was not someone behind a sliding window asking for the password. We enter a small lobby with the chauffeur in toe bring Alex’s bags. I wonder what was in the bags but there was so much going on in head that I could not even think. A tall gentleman in a tailored suit greeted Alex and said:” Welcome back”. Alex introduces me as his slave and we walked through two large doors into a huge courtyard.

  The courtyard was packed with people of different shapes and sizes and some were in the nude and some dressed to the nines in the latest fetish wear. Some men were smoking cigars and their slave’s kneeling on small pillows holding ashtray. Around the room, there were at least two fire pits that cast a glow around the courtyard. Candles lit up a long table that adorned a feast of goodies to tempt anyone’s appetite. I thought of the movie Eyes Wide Shut but no one was wearing masks and it was not as formal. Men were dressed in leather pants much like what Alex was. The music that played was soothing I think it was Enigma or something like it. Alex called it scene music as it gets you in the mood to do evil delightful things to your slave or sub.

  There was beautiful blonde with a bob cut that was in the nude walking around with a serving tray attached to her just under her breast offer us champagne. Alex passed on the drinks because he wanted to play and he never played while intoxicated as it could result in harming someone and that someone was me! We walked through the crowd as many greeted Alex and did
small talk. There were Mistress and Male Doms with their subs or slaves tending to their needs. There was a group of men that all wore the same leather vest and I imagine that they were part of some sort secret society as I giggled to myself. I wonder what they did for a living? Were they doctors, lawyers or Indian chief's all dressed in their leather showing off their cigna on the back of their vest. They were boys being boys and I was glad to know that I knew no one in the crowd from my world outside this world. Alex assured me that what goes on here in this private club says private much like what goes on in Las Vegas stays Vegas but still, I worried that if this got out it would affect my family business on many levels.Alex looked at my face and read me well. “Don't worry?” he said to me “let me give you a tour”.