by Rev Mel
Speaking in my ear, she said, “I’m going to teach you how to give and receive pleasure.” Rachel rubbed the lower part of her body on my behind. I felt her short pubic hair against me, allowing her flesh to have its way with my flesh. I could do nothing but feel her breasts press my warm back. Never have I been the prisoner against my will before and in someone else’s domain. I have always been in control. Then it clicked this angel of the devil sent waves of pleasure throughout my interior. My mind went wild just thinking about her. Rachel started to stroke my buttocks with her fingers, as I watched her in the mirror. Her eyes seemed to transcend a radiant glow. I was lost within them as I surrender.
Moving her body down a little farther I felt her lips brushing up against my spine. Her wet hair left cold droplets on my vulnerable shoulder blades. Rachel’s tongue darted across each vertebra proceeding even further down to my private crack at the lower part of my spine. I jerked my head back as I watched for her in the antique mirror. My eyes opened wide as she caressed, nibbled, and bit my taut skin. The hardness of her tongue licked, full length, down to the center to my wanting vagina. Her tongue explored my being, avoiding any negligence by investigating every inch of my throbbing body. My pool girl licked every inch of my behind, devouring me like a piece of the pie, sliding up and down from my clitoris to my rear. My enlarged lips opened at each stroke. I had to bite my lips to avoid whimpering. Kissing my intimate place, I moved my behind to her rhythm. My wet female flesh heralded a flood of nectar onto her wanting mouth. With her nose buried in the center of my cheeks, the mystic heat of my groin raced throughout my soul.
Reaching around me, her fingers found my nipples, pulling on them like small clamps. I screamed out in pain. Rachel would not stop. She kept on twisting my buds as she bit and licked my bottom. My body could not stop the release of the orgasm. I jerked my torso as my pleasure grew even more intense. Crying out, I wept in short gasps. My body came alive with her velvety tongue. My knees grew weak as electric waves sent shots throughout each and every cell. My pulse was racing. The long slippery thrusts of her tongue penetrated my very soul as I explored. The heat in the room overwhelmed me. I came and came again, each one more violent than the next. The feelings of pain and pleasure were too much for one to bear. I began to turn a pale shade of pink from not breathing.
Looking in the mirror, I saw that she stood up and was staring at me. Embarrassed from my lack of control, I lowered my head down as my body continued to shake. I felt like a little girl being caught doing something I was not supposed to do. All of a sudden, I felt a sting on my left buttocks. Raising my head in the mirror, she was standing, holding my riding crop that was stored in the shed. Slap, slap, and again slap. The pain surged through my being. Slap, slap! The ritual was to be repeated. The heightened excitement let my erotic imagination run wild. The warm tingling of my buttocks, from the lashing, built an arousal throughout my feminine place. Seeing her in the mirror, her grace and beauty shined while she raised my riding crop. I let go of all who I thought I was. She had gained control of my soul, she was my master and I her slave. Another orgasm released through my delicate vaginal muscles; liquid spewed out. I could feel the steel of the lawnmower rub against my clitoris. I was in a trance as I exchanged ownership of my body to her. Obediently, I let her taunt and torment me with my crop and her fingers. A steady pull of currents gave her what she wanted. I closed my eyes and let the pain happen. It was no longer about pain, but about releasing a recognition of who I was. I was free to give in to the reprimand of each blow. The idea that pain could take me to the unknown forbidden zone of discovery was insightful. Discovering with Alex that pain could be enjoyable, as enjoyable as the sexual act, brought me to a new level of insight. Now I understood a part of my personality that I had chosen to hide from myself. In my ear, I felt her breathe. She quietly said, “You will never tease Chip again, will you?” I nodded no.
Opening my eyes, the pulsating shower brought me back to reality. The water felt wonderful running down my back. Slowly, I turned the shower off and picked up a soft towel. The warm towel enveloped my body as I dried my soaking flesh. My hair was dripping wet. I wrapped another towel around my head. Walking over to the window, I could see that Rachel was still cleaning the pool. In front of the window, I took off my wet towel and stood there. She looked so beautiful out there with her long hair blowing in the wind. Rachel glanced up at me and stared me down again. My cells became alive and my temperature rose. I needed to merge her body with mine. Walking over to my dresser, I open the drawer, I reached in and pulled out a bikini bottom. I thought in my mind, “I think I’ll get a little sun.” I slid the bottoms on and headed out the door and into the blazing California sun, with only lust on my mind.
When I reached poolside, I laid down on my chaise lounge and nodded hello to my Rachel. I felt the warmth of the sun-grazing my body. In my ear, I heard her say, off in the distance, that there was something shining on the bottom of the pool. Watching her take off her cut-off jean shorts, her long tanned legs cried out to me. I wanted to wrap them around my body. Jumping in the pool, her body was incredibly graceful. I thought to myself “Is this a déjà-vu?” I could not believe that she would soon be in my arms, kissing my warm lips.
The heart knows when a soul mate walks through the open door of your being. We have many soul mates that need to be touched. I sat there in the heat of the sun waiting for her to return to my arms. I felt my body’s need to be touched by her. Looking into her eyes as she came out of the pool, she started to walk towards me. Something was shining in her hand. My ankle bracelet. I smiled and thought, I wanted to be the one who gave the pain. I wanted her, “Let the games begin.
Chapter 18-Turn The Tables
It’s that time of the years it’s been raining like cats and dogs and seems like it’s not going to let up. Of all nights for it to be raining, I felt it was unfair for the thousands of little children that go out tonight with their parents from door to door in search of candy. Trick or Treat is the password for tonight and there was a chill in the air as it touched my cheek as I entered into the night. This night was like no other night when the gobblers and witches come out to play all over the country and where adults can be kids again.
My house is way up the canyon and there are no little children dressed as their favorite superhero or villain gracing my doorsteps yelling trick or treat. Where I live we don’t have children coming to the door hoping to get a candy as the homes are far to spread out and most of us have large ornate gates. I remember when I was a child one of the mothers would have a big party and invite all the children from school to come. There was also a few streets in the flats close to downtown Beverly Hills that our parents would drop us off and we got to a little bit of Trick or Treating but it was very controlled and we could not veer off those few streets. Thinking back we would have had a lot more fun to just walk down the street and go to each door and say Trick or Treat and not attend a big private party.
During high school, we use to go down to West Hollywood and walk up and down Santa Monica in West Hollywood all dress up. It was quite an evening filled with lots of men dressed as women and lots of women dressed as men. They would have very elaborate costumes and it was no other place quite like it except maybe Rio where I would go and dance in the streets in wilder days of teenage wonderment.
A bunch of us would meet at Doheny and Santa Monica and stop at a few of the bars and try to get in. But we were under age so one of us would bring drinks from one of our father’s home bars and pack it our big purses and get loaded while no one was looking. From Santa Monica to La Cieganga would be closed down for cars and only foot traffic would be allowed. It was a wild night of thousands of people walking up and down the street looking at the amazing costumes. At both ends of the street were stages set up and really famous bands and singers would perform and they would the best costume contest.
This was boys town and my friend Tommy would dress up like a girl with high heels as this was
the only time that his parents would allow him to dress this fashion. He had to hide the fact that he always felt like he was a girl and after his move to New York free from his parent's watchful eyes that he lived his life they way he wished as a girl. He made one pretty girl and it was fun was watching him walking up and down Santa Monica with 6-inch high-heels and then at the end of the evening he had to take off his heels and walk barefoot with his thigh-thighs laced with holes. Tommy is now called Tamie and we never address her as he anymore as she has gone through a complete change. She works as a therapist and author in helping young teenagers to work though excepting that are OK with being gay or a transgender. Tamie books have helped thousands of people and families in understanding how to love your child through the coming out process.
It was one night that my friends and I got to act a little wild and dress like hookers or whatever we wish and allowed to roam the streets of West Hollywood and Beverly Hills. One Halloween after the huge party at our friend's house in BH we got in 4 different cars and drove up to Mulholland Drive and pulled off one of the side streets. All 10 of us were in elaborate zombie costumes with fake blood all over our faces. We thought it might be fun to act like we had a huge car crash. We parked the cars like there was a car collision and we laid all over the cars and on the ground acting like we dead and turning into a zombie.
A few minutes into the play-acting the zombie apocalypse 4 police cars pulled up with their lights on us. We were ordered to stay in our place as the police officers surrounded us. My only thought was my father and mother was going to kill me if I tarnished their name. The officers looked around and then said “ We don’t even want to know what you all are doing. Get in your cars and get out of here.”. We jumped into our cars and drove over to Canters for a bite to eat and to talk about the police surrounding us and what would have happened if they would have arrested us. It was a close call because if they would have searched us they would have found some weed and alcohol on a few of us and we would have been arrested, I would have been grounded for life.
Thinking back it was fun growing up next to West Hollywood and hanging out with friends walking up and down the boulevard till the sun came up and get drunk. I was young and have not yet claimed my city and was kept on a short leash by parents. I always had to be on P's and Q's as not to embarrass my parents or our family name. Now, I don’t have to worry anymore as I do what I want and where I want. I own who I am and I don't answer to anyone.
This year I was invited to a private party at Domme Monique place. The evening was well planned out by Domme Monique with her slaves doing making sure that everything was perfect as not to displease their Mistress. Monique and I have gotten really close and she was taking me under her mentorship with Alex approval a course. Monique has an odd sense of humor a lot like my own and she would tell me stories of how she got involved in BDSM and share her knowledge as if I was her equal in this life choice. Yes, she called it a life choice and despised the word lifestyle as she would explain “lifestyle sounds like swingers or something seedy but I made a choice to live this life choice”. She took great pride in her role in BDSM and was an educator and trained so many successful Pro Doms and countless others. She would travel around the world teaching to different events and share her experience with others. She lived by the rules of Safe, Sane and Consensual and felt that education would keep our community safe.
It was Alex that started her on road of debauchery and perversion many years ago. He met her at a place near the airport and took her under his wing. The more that I have gotten to know her the more I liked her. Yes, she is a pro-Dom and gets paid a lot to spank her clients but she is so much more. When I thought of pro-Doms in the past I was so wrong. I thought that they were glorified call girls that dressed in kinky clothes and high boots and had no morals and used men. I was so off the mark with that image and Monique is a woman of honor and respect towards herself and others. Monique never has sex with her clients and is well respected in the BDSM community worldwide. Her website is like who’s, who’s in the BDSM community as she considered a leader and makes a difference in the way the world perceives her life choice.
She is strong and confident and very kind for someone that likes to induce pain on others. Domme Monique was giving me a crash course on BDSM along with Alex including how to throw a flogger and a single tail. I was told by her and by Alex that I should try my hand at being a Mistress. I laughed at the thought as becoming a pro dom. Alex told me that not all Mistress are Pro Doms that many just enjoy spanking and controlling a slave or a sub and that I should try it.
I was doing less with my vanilla friends and going out to dungeons and play parties and tonight I was going to do my first public scene as a Mistress. Alex and Domme Monique would oversee it and they have been teaching me the basic. I was so green and was scared that I might really hurt someone or that I would embarrass Alex and Monique. I wanted to do it right. Alex has let me play with someone of his submissive girls at his private dungeon. I was still bottoming to Alex but lately I wanted to top more. So many different words in BDSM like bottom and top it means that someone likes to take the lead and spank or play the role of a Dominate only when they have a BDSM scene. The bottom is reverse they like to be the person being spanked or paddled but that was all and then they would go back to their vanilla life as equal. I kind of liked the thought of a Bottom or Top as I had so much on my plate in taking care of my parent’s estate.
So many words and so much to learn as I was Alex and Domme Monique student. Alex could feel that I was moving away from being his bottom, yes, I was really never a submissive and that was a good way to call me while I was learning. He was wise enough to see this and suggested that I might try my hand at something I was better suited for. We were playing less and less and he had other interest in women that wanted to be his slave or submissive. We still had amazing sex and chemistry but I knew I was not wired the way of a submissive and the next step was to be true to myself and take the role of a dominant.
Monique was sending over one of her subbie boy to pick me and take me to the Halloween party. Dressing for the evening I was in a black corset that had black buckets down the front to make the corset even tighter. It was steel boned and was low on the hips. My short skirt was a black Julie skirt lamb leather designed by Elle Tahari that fit me like a glove. Putting on skirt it was so soft and hugged my body and made my butt look full and round. I slid into the black, thigh-high, 6-inch spiked heels boots were made our black leather. What I loved about this boots was that they lace up front much like a corset as I tied them up tight. They had a slight platform under the ball of my feet and toes and made me so tall and I felt powerful. I had on thigh high nylons on that did not need a garter belt and to top off the outfit I found a black lamb leather coat that had steam-punk like button that hit my waist then it then flared out and was longer in the back.
Looking in the mirror staring back at was someone that was unknown to me. My hair was slicked back and I had my makeup done by my friend Pauline that works for the studios as a make-up artist. I wanted lots of dark around my eyes and red lips so I could look the part of being a dominatrix, after all, it was Halloween. My mother would be rolling around in her grave if she saw me dressed like this and that made me smile as took one more glance at myself before I turned off the light.
Walking down the stairs my housekeeper Maria gave me the eye of disapproval on how I looked as we met eyes. Maria started to shake her head as she stated that there was this man in entrance waiting for me and walked out of the room talking under her breath. I silently laugh to myself thinking how I must look to Maria. After all, she was more of a mother than my own mother was. Even if Maria disapprove she supported me in every way. Maria is family to me not just an employee and was never treated by me any other way. It's nice knowing she is here and watches out for me.
Standing there near the door with his hands behind his back was this Tall, handsome, sandy-haired young man dressed all in leather
and biker boots greeted me by saying “ Mistress, Ma’am, has given me to do all your bidding this evening, I”m Ted”. As he opened the door for me and we walked outside into the darkness to the limousine. The driver was standing there with the door open as we climbed into the limo. Ted kneeled down on the floor in front of me and said “I'm here if you need anything Mistress“ as the limo started to move down the long driveway.
The limo smelled of fresh leather and it was lit inside by soft blue lights as the limo driver closed the privacy window and Ted looked at me. “Mistress, would you like scotch as Ma'am made sure we had the brand that you like. I smiled back and said, “yes, I would love a drink”. I need to get myself in the mood as I know this would be my first public scene at the Lair de Sade as a female Dominant and a new beginning.
To Be Continue
About the Author
Rev Mel is a new up-and coming writer in the field of erotic stories and paintings for women. Self-taught in the arts of painting and writing Rev Mel’s work takes you to the place beyond reality. Her lust for life and the freedom of speech brings her to the world of erotic writing. She writes about the sexual soul of a woman that will penetrate your heart and body. These stories are for women only, as she shows a side of women that only lovers have known. Told as a child that she was incapable of learning, Mel has overcome the terror of living with a learning disability. Facing the fear of writing.