Alessandra temples her hands to her chin as if digesting my opinion and then says softly, “I sense you have a dark side to you, Pearl. And I think you need to be punished for being a little slutty in the past.”
I stare at her in amazement. At first I want to slap her – what she has just said is way too close to the bone and I feel hurt - betrayed even. She’s a woman, she should understand - know how tortured I am by my own guilt and self-blame about what happened to me. But then I’m overcome by…I can’t even explain it…a sort of morbid intrigue. There is something fiendish and sinful about Alessandra and it draws me in.
She continues, “Before you leave this wicked town for good would you like to experience one last thrill?” She runs her fingers through her wavy hair. “You like living on the edge, don’t you, Pearl? Experimenting? Today on the trapeze, for instance, and all those years ago putting yourself in danger with those horny, out-of-control footballers. What were you expecting? You knew it would end in tears, didn’t you? You knew, yet you did it anyway.”
My heart is pumping with both irritation and curiosity. I narrow my eyes. “Where’s this leading?”
“Do you trust me?”
“Not really,” I reply coolly.
“And that makes it all the more titillating, doesn’t it? I know you want your fiancé to spank you, to flick a whip on your wet little pussy.”
This woman is something else. What a nerve! I want to laugh out loud but what she’s saying is secretly turning me on. The champagne has made me so relaxed that I feel fearless and a shiver of excitement shimmies through me. I tell her, “Like I said - Alexandre would never play S and M games with me even if I begged him. Anyway, I don’t like being hurt.”
She raises an eyebrow. “We would use a safe word.”
I try to suppress a smirk. For some reason this conversation is amusing me although Alessandra has a dead-serious expression on her face. “We?” I ask.
“I’m going to blindfold you, Pearl. We can play a little fantasy game. You pretend in the darkness beneath your blindfold that I am Alexandre. See if you like it. If you don’t then just shout out the word, Sicily.”
“Sicily?”
“You wanna choose something else?”
“You’re serious about this, aren’t you?”
“You need to purge your guilt about your past – extricate that feeling of culpability. I’m going to help you do that by punishing you. Then you’ll be free. Call it witchcraft, think of it as a little spell, if you like.”
As she says the word, ‘spell’ Lucifer jumps onto the couch and rubs his soft black fur against me. His tail brushes onto my slightly open robe and it touches my flesh seductively. He purrs loudly as if agreeing with his mistress.
“Pussy,” she spits out.
Does she mean pussycat? Is she talking to Lucifer?
“You’re a coward, Pearl,” she clarifies.
“Alessandra, I’m not into being hurt. It’s one thing reading about this kind of stuff in an erotic novel or seeing it in a film, but another doing it in real life. Okay, I admit, I’m curious but…”
She rolls her eyes. “Forget it. I thought it was a good idea – something to ease away your mental anguish – a way of striking out those bad dreams by administering a little light punishment - but if you’re not into the idea…”
My mind is ticking over. Maybe she has a point. Perhaps this could be the answer - the champagne part of my brain thinks so, anyway. What harm is there in at least trying? This woman is slight, not as strong as I am - she can’t hurt me. “Okay, Alessandra, but on one condition: no handcuffs. If I don’t like it I want to be able to stop instantly.”
“That’s what the safe word is for.”
“No restraints, I mean it. And only five minutes, just to see. No kissing. I’m not gay - kissing would be way too intimate.”
She takes another swig of her champagne and grins wickedly – her full lips breaking into a smile that spreads across her whole face. “You’re on.”
She glides over to the other side of the room, her bare feet noiseless on the parquet floor. I watch her out of the corner of my eye. She stands on a chair and carefully brings down a long box from the top of a free-standing closet. She blows some dust off the top of it. A treasure trove, obviously unused for a long while. Or, more likely, Pandora’s Box. Will evil things fly out when she opens it? My curiosity makes me sit up. What am I doing?
The lights are already dimmed and Alessandra lights several candles and some more rose incense. She puts on some music – Frank Sinatra’s Witchcraft (how fitting) and sways her hips slowly to the rhythm. She’s still in her jeans and I in her robe. Obviously, she wants to play Dom and have me as her Sub.
She’s right, I’m a sucker for adventure. Most forty year-old women don’t go rock climbing and swing from trapezes, let alone get engaged to a man fifteen years younger than they are. And most women, period, forty or not, do not decide to experiment with a dose of lesbian bondage. Am I nuts? My sensible side yells at me, ‘yes’ but my curiosity drives me on.
“Okay, Pearl,” she whispers, her lilting Italian accent catching the R of Pearl, “lie flat on your back.”
The L-shaped sofa is large and there’s plenty of space for me to sprawl out. I do as she bids. The room is blissfully warm and I feel comfortable. The champagne has eased away the fury I felt for Alexandre earlier. I suddenly wonder - is this my way of getting back at him? Yes, he told me that he’d find it sexy for me to be messing about with another woman, but S and M? I don’t think so.
I observe Alessandra open up her toy box and take out a whip. It has tassels at one end.
She stands over me and presses it up to my nose. “Smell this.”
I sniff it in; it smells of perfume. She runs it gently about my face and the tassels tickle.
“Now let’s get your dressing gown off. You won’t be cold, will you?”
“No, it’s lovely and warm here.”
She helps me off with my robe and stands back as if admiring all of me. “You have a very sexy body, Pearl. I was looking at your ass earlier. So round and shapely, but not big. I bet that ass drives Alexandre wild.”
“It does.”
“Tell me what he likes to do to it.”
I have my eyes closed now and I conjure up one of our last love-making sessions before my mind went pear-shaped with nasty memories. “He likes licking me there along the crack, pinching my pussy lips at the same time and teasing my clit until I’m begging him to fuck me.”
She bites her bottom lip. “Tell me more, it’s making me horny.”
“Sometimes he beats me with his cock. It’s so big and always rock-hard – he slaps me with it on my ass and right up at my opening. Until I’m so wet I can’t stand it anymore. Then he fucks me from behind until I come.”
“D’you have anal sex?”
“No,” I whisper. “He’s never tried. He’s very old-fashioned that way. He thinks men who do that must be secretly gay or something. Doesn’t understand why anyone would do that to a woman.”
“Very vanilla.”
“Yes, very. But sex with him is incredible. Well, when I’m not having needle-dick visions of that horrible night, that is.”
“That’s what we’re going to deal with now, Pearl. Beat away your guilt about that night with needle-dick and company.”
Her accent makes me laugh. Not that the needle-dick thing is funny but it suddenly strikes me how ridiculous this whole scenario is. Both of us about to do this nutty experiment. I observe her graceful movements. She has now got a blindfold out of the box of tricks.
“Sit up a second, Pearl, let me put this on you.”
I ease up from the couch realizing how floppy and relaxed I feel. I’m about to be whipped and I don’t care. This is madness! She adjusts the black silk blindfold so I can’t see a thing.
“Now lie back,” she commands in her husky voice.
I lie back down. I can feel the tassels of the whip run up an
d down my flesh but surprisingly it’s soft and soothing. She circles my breasts, not touching the nipple and guides it around my navel fluttering it about my Venus. I moan with pleasure.
“I can see you’re getting wet, Pearl,” she sing-songs, slapping me between the legs very slightly. But it doesn’t hurt. “You’re naughty, aren’t you? Playing around with me behind your fiancé’s back?”
“He wouldn’t mind,” I whisper, flexing my hips to meet the sweet brush of the tassels. But it’s trailing back to my breasts now leaving my lower region bereft and needy for more. Then she stops and bends my knees up. I lie there in the darkness of my blindfold. I hear her getting something else out of the box.
“What are you doing?” I ask a little scared. Maybe this woman is crazy. People in Los Angeles have guns. She’s a woman living alone in semi-countryside – she probably packs a pistol in that box of tricks. Uh, oh, am I about to have a snub-nose revolver held up to my head?
“Ssh,” she says pressing her thumb against my lips, parting them and then grazing it along my front teeth. I lax my mouth. Being blindfolded is scary, but sexy.
Then I feel her hand on my wet slit and she’s gently walking her fingers along my cleft and parting my lips down there. She doesn’t touch my clit which is begging for attention, tingling with longing. She has something in her hands, what is it? Then I feel her slip something large inside me. I’m throbbing with pleasure. What is this she’s putting inside my opening?
She tells me, “These are jiggle balls. Don’t worry, they’re new, never been used before. You can wear these all day – prescribed by gynecologists to strengthen the pelvic floor muscles but what I use them for is to make my pussy extra sensitive. Wear these about and by the time evening comes your orgasm is super intense.”
I can feel the chilly metal slipping inside - alien but welcoming. I’m so wet they slide in with relative ease. I’m already feeling stimulated. Nice.
Her fingers are lightly stroking my clit now and I’m feeling double pleasure. She goes on, “They’re called jiggle balls because they jiggle once inside – they contain weights so they vibrate gently when you move around. You know, you can go about your business, do your shopping, whatever, and nobody knows the little smirk you have on your face is because you’ve got a sexy little secret going on south of the border.”
I moan quietly as Alessandra presses my clit deliciously.
She continues, “These balls stimulate your G spot for discreet arousal.” She bursts out laughing. “Except, you know, Pearl, once I climaxed in the grocery store so it wasn’t so discreet. I was feeling really horny and you know those big chest freezers they sometimes have? I’d had the balls inside me all day long so I was already pretty worked up and all I needed was a little nudge, you know? So I pressed my pussy up against the corner of it and had like, this mind-blowing orgasm right there in the store. Nobody saw me - supposedly - but I bet it got caught on camera. Some guy in a control room somewhere getting his rocks off, watching a video of me coming like crazy. These little silver balls work wonders. You can keep these when we’re done. As a memento.”
I’m lying back in a zone of sexual bliss. Jesus, this is sexy, I’m so aroused. She slides her finger inside me and circles it very, very slowly. The balls are warming up now – hot in fact from my burning Venus which is pulsating around them and clenching with anticipation. It’s true, they’re making me needy. She’s got me, Alessandra has. I’m at her mercy – I need an orgasm. I’ll do anything now to feel that release.
“Right, now I want you to sit up, turn over and get on your hands and knees doggy style. Stay on the couch.”
“But this is so great, I’m so happy where I am just like this.”
“Do as your told, you naughty girl. Up!” She taps the whip between my legs and it brings me to attention.
Still blindfolded, I crawl into the position she has described. I feel really vulnerable now – naked, my ass in the air. I sense the tassels tickling my opening as she guides the whip up and down.
“Get ready, slut!” and she brings the whip down on me. The tassels lash at my Venus lips. Ouch, it stings. Then I feel a soft stroking finger sooth my cleft. I’m clenching myself, I feel the balls inside me move – I’m still smarting from the sting. She’s stroking my butt cheeks softly with her palm in circles and then, whack! She brings her hand down on me hard. I think it’s her hand – it feels different. “That’s for wanting too much cock at one time!” she warns.
I cry out, “That hurts!”
“So it should. But I’ll be nice and kiss it better.”
I feel her soft mane of hair tickling between my thighs and her lips are blowing at my opening now, her warm breath making me shimmer and pound in all the right places. She kisses me there. Oh God, oh yeah…I feel her tongue flickering at the back of me right at the base and move north towards my butt slit. Glad I had that shower and lathered sweet-smelling oils over my skin. She’s running her tongue up and down and I’m bucking my hips at her – I can’t help it. I’m teetering on the edge. Then there’s a lull. Oh no, the punishment again? The trepidation is only making me all the hornier. This is nuts! Why am I enjoying this? Then I feel the whip thrash on my ass and then immediately tapping so softly against my clit as contact is made and then lost…trailing the whip softly from there up to the cleft of my butt…she does this over and over. The anticipation is killing me. My hips are gyrating - my Venus has morphed into a veritable humming V-8, buzzing with desire. My breathing is profound - I’m moaning, “Please Alessandra, please.”
“Please what? You want me to whack you again?”
“Touch me, press it, make me come.”
“Not so fast you bad girl who thinks cocks are the answer to her prayers.” She slips what feels like her thumb into my wet slit and starts moving it around. The balls are doing their thing. I can feel the build-up…all she needs to do is stroke my clit…
But whack! Down comes the whip with the tassels. It really stings this time.
“That freaking hurt!” I have tears in my eyes.
“That’s for getting gang raped, that’s for putting yourself in so much danger. Tell me you won’t do it again.”
“Of course I won’t, are you crazy?”
“I’m crazy about your sexy ass that makes me want to rub myself all over it and make my pussy come hard but I have a job to do and that’s to make you never forget why I’m punishing you. To whip those filthy needle-dicks out of your memory.” SLASH! The whip comes down on my ass again and I shriek this time. I must be sore as hell. “That’s enough!” I yell at her. Should I scream Sicily?
“Tell me you’ll kiss me first.”
“That wasn’t the deal, Alessandra!”
She pinches my pussy lips hard just at my entrance. The smarting pain is mixed with desperate carnal lust as I feel myself about to come. But my clit is begging for just a nudge of pressure. I need that release so badly. Suddenly the idea of kissing her soft lips and licking her full, beautiful tits fills me with horny desire.
“Do what you did when we were in the bath and I’ll come, please…I will kiss you Alessandra, I promise.”
She trails the whip up along my stomach and on my nipples brushing the tassels over them. I groan with desire. She softly stokes my cleft with her hand and pressures my clit firmly with her whole palm with a few hard rubs. I rock back and forth to meet her hand. I feel a thunderous rush of blood well up and my orgasm bursts from deep inside. The silver balls, her palm, the image of her breasts, Alexandre’s gorgeous, sexy face when he’s fucking me - all unite into a wave of ecstasy. I push hard on her hand, the waves undulating through my core and I’m moaning, still blindfolded, all the sensations doubled by not being able to see.
My legs are trembling and I collapse face-down on the couch. I press my own hands between my legs to eek out the post-orgasm quavers. Like musical notes they are dancing through me, chiming and jingling, the balls heavy inside me, the tingling and shivers now light and feath
ery after feeling so deeply intense from within.
“Girl power,” whispers Alessandra. “Tell me you liked that.”
“I loved it,” I murmur.”Well, not the beating bit but—”
“Stay there, I’m going to get some balm for that poor sexy ass of yours.”
She goes off to the bathroom and comes back with some calamine lotion. I know because I recognize the smell. It reminds me of when my mother would rub it on me when I was a child after too much sun, which just makes the reality of what I’ve done hit home. I am playing sex games with a lesbian! Is it wrong? Now I’ve had my orgasm I regret saying what I did – I really don’t want to kiss her - it’s too intimate. I think of Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman and remember that’s what her character said. I should go soon, anyway. Get out of here. I feel a wave of shame mixed with exhilaration. What a paradox!
I’m still lying on my front. Alessandra takes my wrists and ties them together with what feels like a bandana. Why am I letting her do this?
I say weakly, “I said, no restraints, Alessandra.”
“Oh this is nothing. I just want to ensure you don’t go trying to pleasure yourself. That’s my job.”
I chuckle. I’ve just had an incredible orgasm, I don’t need another! “I’m good. My whole core has just exploded, believe me, Alessandra, I’m done. The last thing I need to do is pleasure myself.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“What are you going to do now?”
She says nothing but begins to gently rub the lotion on my butt, careful not to hurt me. It’s sore but not too bad. I’ll live. But…oh God…here she goes again. Her massage is turning me on once more. This is insane! Her fingers gently open my cheeks and with a little pressure she rests her thumb at that sweet spot where my thighs join my ass – she’s slipping her thumb inside me. Holy Moses – she’s circling it now and those sexy jiggle balls are still there. Oh wow. Multiple orgasms are not something that happen often, not even with Alexandre…but…this…Holy Heaven…….this feels amazing.
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