by T. A. LESNER
She suddenly leaped up; the furs slipped down, and she threw her arms with soft pressure about my neck.
"You are my slave,” she whispered.
“You are my mistress,” I replied.
She quickly took her furs and threw them over my shoulders, and before I knew what had happened I was completely wrapped up in them.
"How wonderfully becoming furs are to your body, they bring out your masculinity,” she said with a laugh.
She began to caress me; finally she drew me down on the little sofa.
"You seem to be pleased with yourself in furs," she said.
“You are not yet my slave, you are still free, and can leave me any moment. You have played your part magnificently.”
"I shall love you the more deeply, adore you the more fanatically, the worse you treat me,” I said.
I wrapped the furs around her and say, “what you have just done intoxicates all my senses."
I held her close to me and clung for several moments to her moist lips.
"You are so beautiful," I said.
In my enthusiasm I pushed the hair from her shoulder and pressed my mouth against her neck.
"You love me even when I am cruel," she whispered.
"Now go!, you bore me!" she said with her voice raised.
"At any rate you have no reason to complain, you want it this way,” she continued.
She pushed me up against the wall and left the room. I hit my head and began to feel dizzy. I could feel myself collapsing to the floor.
END OF CHAPTER 5
6
The next morning I startled out of my sleep with a scream. I was in my bed and my head felt bruised. I rang a bell to get my housekeeper’s attention. Within a few minutes she arrived at my bedroom.
“Good morning Mr. Blackstone,” she said.
“I need to speak with Mr. White urgently.”
“Can you arrange a visit for today,” I said.
“Certainly, I’ll see if he is available.” she said politely.
Later that day I arrived to see Mr. White. He was sitting in his big leather chair writing some thoughts. After the exchange of some small talk he read aloud a paragraph he considered to be rather profound:
“Your mistress, beautiful, passionate, artistic, is, I like to believe, possessed only by you. That is, your soul, your spirit, your conscience, have passed into the most charming object of luxury that nature and art have produced for the eternal torment of fascinated mortals. Besides, in the state in which I have put you, your lover would no longer know you. One's thought must have been raised above divine things for a long time to be entitled to suppose a personality beyond man, a life beyond this life. Such a thing as beauty without thorn and love of the senses without torment does not exist.”
“Can you separate your dreams from reality Eric? he said.”
“Mr. White, the line has become blurred.”
“Am I going insane?” I said.
“Your mind is powerful, more powerful than your soul,” he replied.
“Do you suffer from the same affliction Mr. White?” I asked.
“There is a fine line between pleasure and pain, my soul chooses pleasure while my mind chooses pain. I suffer when I fail to realize this and lose control,” he said.
“Is there any escape from this evil.” I replied while looking concerned.
“Your mind is a reflection of your most vivid desires. you will only stop when that desire is destroyed,” he said.
“For my sake I hope its soon,” I said as I stood up to leave.
As I am walking towards the door the young blonde housekeeper passes me and as I look back she proceeds to sit on Mr. White’s lap like a puppy. I could tell he was in full control of her mind and soul.
Later that evening I closed my eyes with trepidation knowing my mind has taken control of me. I was fearful of my deepest desires and the unknown.
Within minutes I was sleeping.
I felt a sensation as though an animal was digging its paws into my body. I turned around and it was Victoria.
"What are you doing?" I asked horror-stricken.
She laughed, I cried out in despair, and still heard her diabolical laughter.
"Do you still love me?" she asks, her eye softening in passionate tenderness.
"Yes I do!" I exclaimed.
"You still remember your oath," she continued with an alluring smile. "Now I ask you once more, is it still your wish to become my slave?"
"Have I not proven that to you?" I asked.
"I sense you want this to stop," she said.
"But Victoria," I said.
"You know that nothing gives me greater happiness than to serve you, to be your slave. I would give everything for the sake of feeling myself wholly in your power, even unto death."
“You want me to be dominant, evil, and cruel. I am afraid it will be gratifying for me to be this way and perhaps spiral out of control,” she said.
"I am not afraid," I replied smiling.
There was still time, I could still withdraw, but the madness of passion and the sight of the beautiful woman that lay all relaxed against my shoulder carried me away.
"Do have you the courage to continue?" she asked with a crafty smile, inclining her head.
I kneel before her leaning my head against her breast. I crave for her fragrance and move towards her lap. As I move down she spreads her legs ever so slightly to expose the heat of her soul. The scent is intoxicating and I become overwhelmed and euphoric.
Suddenly she thrusts me away with her foot.
I fix my position, and am about to rise. Victoria stands proudly erect, her beautiful face and contemptuous eyes are turned toward me. She stands before me as mistress, commanding, gives a sign with her hand, and before I really know what has happened to me, the exotic male that appeared previously, has dragged me to the ground, and has tied my hands and feet. As in the case of one about to be executed my arms are bound behind my back, so that I can barely move.
"Give me the whip," commands Victoria, with unearthly calm.
The exotic hands it to her.
"Now take off my heavy furs."
"They impede me," she says.
The exotic obeyed.
"Now tie him to the pillar here!" she exclaims.
The exotic lifted me up, and twisting a heavy rope around my body, tied me standing against one of the massive pillars which supported the top of the wide Italian bed.
Then he suddenly disappeared, as if the earth had swallowed him.
Victoria swiftly approached me. Her hair flared like the mane of a wild horse.
Now she stood in front of me with her left hand firmly planted on her hips, in her right hand she held the whip. She uttered an abrupt laugh.
"Now play has come to an end between us," she said with heartless coldness.
"Now we will begin for real. You fool, I laugh at you and despise you, who in your insane infatuation have given yourself as a plaything to me.. You are no longer a man, but my slave, I will show you no mercy.”
"You will know me as mistress!”
"You will have a taste of the whip with all its glory, without having done anything to deserve it, so that you may understand what to expect, if you are awkward or disobedient."
With a wild grace she struck me across the back with the skill of an axeman.
I winced, for the whip cut like a knife into my flesh.
"Well, how do you like that?" she exclaimed.
I screamed.
"No one will hear you."
"No one will stop me from abusing your most sacred emotions or playing a frivolous game with you." she continued,
"Do you think I am at this moment merely cruel and merciless Do you still love me, or do you already hate and despise me?
She began to apply the lash so mercilessly, with such frightful force that I quivered under each blow, and began to tremble all over with pain.
She whipped on and on, blow after blow, until
I forgot all about fine wine and poetry, and finally gritted my teeth and cursed my wild dreams, women, and love.
As I became numb from the pain I experienced a moment of horrible clarity. I realized that blind passion and lust have led men into a blind alley, into the net of a woman's treachery, into misery and slavery.
It was as though I were awakened from a dream.
"Just wait, you will yet whine like a dog beneath my whip," she threatened, and simultaneously began to strike me again.
The blows fell quickly, in rapid succession, with terrific force upon my back and buttocks. I had to grit my teeth not to scream aloud. but she laughed, and continued her blows. She whipped on without mercy, and she continued to laugh without mercy.
"It is only now I understand you," she exclaimed.
"It really is a joy to have someone so completely in my power, and a man at that, who loves me. You do love me, right? Scream, whine! You will find no mercy in me!"
Finally, she seemed tired as her rapid pace of breathing became overwhelming for her. It takes much effort to whip a man into submission.
She tossed the whip aside, stretched out on the floor, and rang the bell.
The exotic entered.
"Untie him!" she said with exhausted breath.
As he loosened the rope, I fell to the floor like a lump of wood.
I was unable to rise. Then everything was silent for a moment. I listened breathlessly, then all was over.
I could hear Victoria’s boot steps fade as she closed the door and left me to suffer. As I lay there in silence a beautiful black woman in white furs and white boots approached me. She tenderly caressed my body and began to heal my wounds using the warmth of her hands. She looked into my eyes and reassured me that everything would be fine. Then she vanished.
I gathered myself and entered the room where Victoria was sitting.
"Come over here, Eric." she said.
I approached the beautiful girl. Never did she seem more seductive to me than today in spite of all her cruelty and contempt.
"One step further," Victoria commanded.
"Kneel down, and kiss my foot," she whispered.
She extended her foot, and I pressed my lips upon it.
"Now, you won't lay eyes on me for an entire week, Eric," she said seriously.
"I want to become a stranger to you, so you will more easily adjust yourself to our new relationship. In the meantime, you will await my orders.
“Now, off with you, slave!"
Exhausted and feeling immense pain I collapsed to the floor wondering how this journey will end.
END OF CHAPTER 6
7
A week has passed with monotonous regularity, My sleep returned in full and my body was healed. Yet I feel a melancholy hunger, a hunger for her, who is inflicting all these torments on me.
The week has drawn to a close. I eagerly close my eyes and lay on the bed, allowing my mind to contemplate my current situation.
What will she do with me now, or has she forgotten me, and left me?
Suddenly, I hear her say my name.
I tremble at the sound of the beloved voice. I cannot see her; the room is dark.
"Yes, my mistress," I reply.
“I have a surprise for you” she whispers.
I immediately had mixed feelings of anticipation and fear.
“Lay on your front and do not utter one word,” she demanded.
Suddenly, I could feel the heat of her soul on my back while she was enforcing a tight knot around my hands.. Next, I was spun to my back and I felt a tug at my underwear. My underwear was slowly moving down my legs and off my feet leaving me completely exposed.
Her long hair tickled my legs as she slowly proceeded back up my torso. A rush of sensations began to flow throughout my entire body heightened by my lack of visual capacity. I could feel her hair caress my soul as she kissed my abdomen. Her scent was much different today and smelled like the open sea.
With many skillful strokes her hand ensured that I was ready for the Devils pleasure and proceeded to capture this with her mouth. The feeling of euphoria was like no other. Her tongue and lips danced and played from every angle.
Then the room became bright. It was the beautiful black girl wearing white furs and slender white boots in full control of my soul.
The sight was putting me in a tremendous state of bliss. My heart rate was increasing and my breathing was getting rapid. I gripped her hair in my hands and exploded in her mouth.
I lay there for a few moments to allow for my breathing to slow.
“Was that pleasurable for you,” Victoria said.
The black girl removed the rope from my hands.
“What is happening,” I said with confusion.
Suddenly the black girl disappears and I see Victoria standing across the room in full voyeurism.
“Does a girl with black skin not satisfy your deepest desires,” she says.
“What are you talking about?” I say.
“You have these fantasies about your beautiful black skinned housekeeper, I know this about you,” she replies.
“Do you not wish for your housekeeper to provide this type of pleasure at your command?” she says.
I begin to realize that Victoria is a reflection of my deepest and darkest desires. She has full control of me now.
She fixes her blue eyes upon me, more with curiosity than with menace, perhaps even somewhat pityingly.
At this moment she is very charming.
"What is the matter with you?" she asks with curiosity.
"You are very pale."
"I’m fine!” I say while putting on my underwear.
She then throws herself down on the cushions of the sofa.
"Take off my boots, and put on my velvet slippers." she demands.
I kneel down and tug at the boot which resists my efforts.
"Hurry, hurry!" Victoria exclaims.
"You are hurting me! just you wait, I will teach you."
She strikes me with the whip, but now the boot is off.
“Fix my furs!”
There is a deep joy in wrapping a beautiful woman into her furs, and in seeing and feeling how her body nestles in the precious soft furs, and to lift the flowing hair over the collar. A soft warmth and a faint fragrance of her body still clings to the ends of the hairs of fur. It is enough to drive one mad.
“Now on your knees!”
I feel that she has humiliated me so deeply, that she doesn't even find it worth while to torture or maltreat me any further.
"You will sleep here tonight, Take one of the cushions from the sofa, and lie down on the bearskin at my feet."
I did as she had commanded, but could not fall asleep for a long time. I saw the beautiful woman, beautiful as a goddess, lying on her back on the dark furs; her arms beneath her neck, with a flood of hair over them.
I glimpsed her magnificent breasts rise in deep regular breathing, and whenever she moved ever so slightly. I wanted ever so much to touch her but she did not require me on this night.
No task was required of me. I meant no more to her than a dog at her bedside.
Am I mad or is she? Does all this arise out of an inventive persons brain with the intention of surpassing my deepest fantasy, or is this girl really one of those characters who takes a diabolical pleasure in administering pain.
Suddenly, Victoria turned and looked into my eyes.
"Eric, do you still love me?" she exclaimed passionately.
"Yes, it is due to my unhappiness that I love you more and more madly the worse you treat me, the more frequently you betray me. I will die of pain and love and jealousy,” I said.
"But I haven't betrayed you, Eric," she replied smiling.
"I have been absolutely faithful to you" she said.
"I swear it by all that is holy to me. All that I have done was merely to fulfill your dream and it was done for your sake.”
"However, I shall continue, otherwise things will be
only half accomplished, and in the end you will scold me for not having treated you cruelly enough.”
She then leaned back on the cushions, and slowly opened her furs. But I quickly covered her breasts again.
"You are driving me mad." I stammered.
"Are you happy?" she said.
"Infinitely!" I exclaimed.
She laughed aloud. It was an evil, shrill laugh which made cold shivers run down by back.
"You used to dream of being the slave, the plaything of a beautiful woman, and now you imagine you are a free man, you fool!
“Down on your knees!"
I sank down to her feet, but my eyes still followed hers.
"I am bored!” she said.
She kicked me with her foot.
"You are just what I want, a thing, an animal," she said.
The exotic male appears in the room.
"Tie his hands behind his back."
I remained kneeling and unresistingly let him do this. He led me into another room, Then tied me to a post.
The crack of the whip against the floor was ever so close to my feet.
Trembling, I gripped the post hard in anticipation of an evil strike to my bare back.
The scene had a grim attraction for me, which I cannot describe. I felt my heart skip a beat, when, with a smile, she drew back her arm for the first blow, and the whip hissed through the air. I winced slightly under the blow. Then she let blow after blow rain upon me, with her mouth half-opened and her teeth flashing between her red lips, until I finally begged for mercy.
“Is this what you want,” she said while cracking the whip against my body.
I screamed and could hardly breath.
She whipped three more times.
I was feeling faint.
Her hand began caressing my neck and back.
As her hand began to caress my mouth I could taste my blood off her fingertips. Then things went black.