by Paul Preston
“Good evening, My Lord.”
“You may look me in the eyes if you wish, my beauty.”
“I am shy and nervous around you, Master.”
“You’re smiling though. You seem particularly happy tonight. Why?”
“Well, Sire, out of all the beautiful slaves in your Harem, you have chosen to be with me, and that makes me happy.”
“And do you know why I’ve chosen you above all the others to be my plaything this evening, sweetling?
“No, Sire.”
“While I enjoy the company of the other slave girls and they may be prettier or better trained than you, I feel like they are just playing the role of a submissive with me. You, however, are different. I feel that deep down; you were born to be my submissive. You actually are my sexual slave and you like it that way. Submitting to me comes as naturally to you as breathing. You have given your heart and soul over to me, have you not, submissive?”
“I have, Sire.”
“Tell me then, pretty girl. Say what I wish you to say.”
“I have given you my heart and soul, My Lord.
“My Lord Edward.”
“My Lord Edward.”
“Tell me now, submissive. And don’t be nervous. Tell me what you truly feel, slave girl.”
“I…”
“Yes?”
“I am…in love with you, Edward. It’s true. I love you, My Lord.”
The only time I ever heard Elizabeth tell me she loved me was during our bondage and domination games. I loved to hear her say the words. Even if it was only a fantasy, it meant the world to me to hear her say it. I pretended it was true every time Elizabeth Rose told me she loved me.
“Very good. I know you are in love with me, sub. But words and actions are entirely different. Remove my clothing please.”
“It is my pleasure, My Lord.”
Elizabeth placed a pillow on the floor and kneeled upon it. She dutifully removed each article of clothing until I stood before her, fully aroused. With one hand she held me around the base of my shaft and with the other she cupped under my scrotum. She looked up at me, waiting for her instructions. I took a handful of her thick blond hair in my fist and held her by her leash with the other hand. I looked down at her with a hard look in my eyes and spoke.
“You know now what I need you to do. Suck on me as hard as you can until I’m about to explode and I will tap on your shoulder when I want you to stop me from coming.”
“It is my pleasure to kiss you, My Lord.”
“It is not your pleasure. It is your duty, sub.”
“My apologies, My Lord. It is my duty.”
“We shall take care of your error a little later. Proceed.”
Elizabeth nodded and took my throbbing penis into her mouth. The harder she sucked and the deeper she swallowed me; the tighter I gripped her by her long golden hair. I was never my intention to hurt her or cause her pain or discomfort, but I took one of her breasts in my palm and squeezed it firmly as she sucked on me. She liked the pressure on her hair and skin and I could tell it aroused her to be fondled roughly, but not too roughly. When she took the underside of my scrotum into her mouth and then licking back up the sides of my shaft and over the swollen rim, I felt the surge building up within me. But it was the sight of her voluptuous breasts swaying and jiggling as she sucked up and down on my penis that always seemed to trigger my ejaculation. I quickly tapped her shoulders and she immediately squeezed my shaft with her vice-like grip, cutting off the escape route of my seminal fluid. She kept firmly applying pressure until the impulse to release my semen was contained. After stopping this initial release, I gained complete mastery over my ejaculation. Now my seed was locked away until the moment I chose to allow it to explode out from the tip of my penis.
“Did anything come out of my penis, sub?
“Just a drop of your precious come, My Lord.”
“Did you enjoy the taste?”
“Yes, it tasted a little salty and sweet.”
“Did it leave you wanting more?”
“Yes, Sire.”
“Perhaps later. We will see if you deserve another taste. Now you said it was your pleasure to kiss me, rather than your duty. I know you apologized, but still you must be taught a lesson. You may choose which you would be disciplined with first, the whip or the paddle. Go get them and bring them to me, child.”
Elizabeth jumped up and retrieved the sex toys from where she kept them hidden away in her closet. She kneeled down before me, placing the whip and paddle next to me on the bed.
“If it pleases your Lordship, I would like to be paddled first.”
“I see. And why do you always choose the paddle first, in our training sessions? Say it and don’t be ashamed.”
“I like to be spanked by you, My Lord.”
“And why is that, submissive? Tell me.”
“I… like the feeling of it. I like to hear the slapping sound and feel the sting. I like the pleasant tingling sensation afterwards.”
“Very good. And what else? Tell your Master the truth.”
“And… because I’m a naughty girl, Sire.”
“You are naughty. You are my naughty girl, aren’t you?”
“I am, Master Edward.”
“And I am the only one you are able to be this naughty with, aren’t I?”
“You are the only one, Sire.”
“And one last thing before you feel the pleasure of the paddle. Tell me. What is your name?”
“My name is submissive.”
“No, your birth name.”
“My name is Elizabeth Rose.”
“And who are you, Elizabeth Rose?”
“I am the Property of Edward James.”
I nodded.
“That is correct, Ms. Rose. You are mine and you will always mine.”
I held the paddle down to her lips and she reverently kissed it while staring up into my eyes, leaving a red lipstick mark on the flat thin layer of wood. Elizabeth stood up, sidled across her bedroom and placed her hands on the back of her vanity chair. She leaned over and prepared herself to be spanked. I stood up and approached her from behind, catching a glimpse of myself in her mirror. All those daily sit-ups and push-ups changed my appearance. My soft tummy was gone and replaced with striated abs. I had cuts in my arm and chest muscles for the first time in my life. I looked strong and in command. Standing behind her with the paddle in my hand, my penis extended out from my pelvis like a rod of steel. I stretched out the elastic of her G-string and slid it over her feminine curved hips and down her legs. She stepped out and kicked them over toward her closet where she kept her soiled laundry.
I stroked my hand up the back of her thigh and between the soft cleavage of her cheeks, my fingertips lingering in the moist open folds of her sex. I loved seeing Elizabeth like this, patiently awaiting her discipline session, ass arched, breasts swaying underneath, hands gripping the arms of her chair. As the specter of Death waits around the corner to claim me, the memory of Elizabeth offering her ass to be spanked makes the totality of my otherwise dull life worth living.
I asked Mr. Bergman not to judge me for the spanking session I was about to describe. You must understand that I was in love with Elizabeth, I told him, and I never would wish to cause her undue discomfort. I never crossed her threshold of pain and was always in control of the amount of force I applied with the paddle or whip. It was just enough to make her feel a shivering sensation throughout her body but not hard enough to leave a permanent mark or cause more than a pleasurable sting that lasted for just a brief moment. I could tell Elizabeth enjoyed being spanked and whipped and it was intensely satisfying for me too. She was such an unattainable divine beauty, yet I was somehow able to capture the celestial creature with the velvet lashes of the whip and pull her down to earth to be with me, a mere mortal. Mr. Bergman nodded his head in an understanding way and put an old crinkled hand upon my shoulder. The mysterious stranger seemed to be the Father I never had.
/> “Go on with your story, James…”
Elizabeth looked over her shoulder into my eyes and I brought the paddle down firmly on the curved smooth surface of her hips while holding her hair in the grip of my fist. Upon contact, she shut her eyes and bit down on her lower lip. I slapped her several times, holding her still until the skin of her backside turned beet-red. Afterwards I rubbed aromatic oil into my hands and rubbed it into her inflamed skin. The redness instantly disappeared, leaving behind goose bumps on her slickened cheeks and running down the back of her legs. Elizabeth walked over to the bed, picked up the handle of the leash and offered it to me. After rubbing the oil over her skin and breasts, she held the back of the chair, arched her ass and submitted to the velvet lashes. The snapping sound was the sexiest thing about the whip. It sounded as if I was ripping flesh from bone, but the soft tassels tickled more than stung her skin.
After she was thoroughly spanked and whipped, I would sit down on the bed. Elizabeth would snuggle into my lap and French kiss me with her delicious swirling tongue. Her skin was so soft and slippery that my fingers glided effortlessly over her body and breasts. When she ended her long deep wet kiss, Elizabeth turned her palms outward and I snapped the fur lined handcuffs around her delicate wrists. I laid her down on the bed and put her bound arms over her head. I tied her ankles to the back of her thighs and wrapped her legs up tightly in the silk cord. Using the clitoral massage cream, I squeezed out a few drops directly upon the most sensitive spot of her body and lightly rubbed it in with the tip of my finger. Being immobilized and stimulated, Elizabeth shut her eyes, breathed in and moaned for me. Her roped thighs parted like the wings of a butterfly and I slipped my hard shaft fully into her. I pressed her arms down into the mattress as I pumped in and out of her at a quickening pace, without the fear of losing control. After several minutes of hard thrusting and heavy breathing, I felt her thighs quiver and tremble underneath me. I pulled out slightly and saw a white creamy effluence coating the sides and base of my penis. She opened her eyes and bit her lower lip for me. I untied the rope around her thighs, flipped her body over and entered her womb from behind, straddling her hips and riding her as hard as I could. I grabbed her hair in one hand, slipping my fingers under her leash with my other hand to feel the vulnerable skin of her throat. It was in this position of dominance that I would finally let go, shooting several streams of fluid directly into her womb.
After I finished, I released her from the handcuffs and wrapped my arms tightly around her. My hands squeezing her voluptuous breasts in a proprietary manner, I pressed my still erect penis firmly into the comforting gentle curves between her hips.
“Mmm... Lizbeth…” I murmured, completely satisfied as a man.
Elizabeth turned to face me.
“Did you just call me Lizbeth?”
“Yes. Is that OK? It just kind of slipped out.”
Elizabeth turned away and wrapped my arms back around her breasts.
“My Father used to call me that.”
“Oh. You never mentioned that. Or him…”
Suddenly, Elizabeth’s body felt tense in my arms, her muscles stiff.
“Was he… a good Father?” I asked.
“He left the family when I was a little girl. I don’t like to talk about it.”
“Oh… I’m sorry, Elizabeth. I have a shitty relationship with my Dad too. I won’t call you that again, if you don’t want me to.”
“That’s Ok. You can call me Lizbeth if you want to. I don’t mind. It’s kind of sweet, actually. I like it when you call me that.”
I remember Elizabeth pulled my arms tighter around her breasts and we fell asleep together. Never in my life had I felt closer to a woman than at that moment. I wish I could hold the swollen soft flesh of her breasts in my hands once more. Even if my limp penis is no longer responsive due to my illness, at least I could feel the closeness of her body pressed firmly against my skin one more time…
Chapter Eleven
In the Dungeon of Master V
I ejected the first movie from the DVD player and confessed to being a little embarrassed about showing the more pornographic second film, “In the Dungeon of Master V” to Mr. Bergman. After the nurse came in to attend to the bag of poison that dripped into my veins, Mr. Bergman asked me if I would feel more comfortable telling him about the second film, rather than watching it. I agreed to the idea.
Just as in “The Monastery”, I wasn’t even cast in the second video originally, I told Mr. Bergman. The day before the project was about to begin filming, I found out I had been dumped from the film.
“Do you want a ride to the rehearsal tomorrow night?” Elizabeth offered.
“The first rehearsal is tomorrow?” I asked. “No one told me.”
“I think so. That’s what it said on the contract.”
“What contract? Did you sign a contract?”
“Our fearless leader came over to Horton Plaza last week and I signed a contract for his next movie during my lunch break. You didn’t sign one?”
I shook my head no. Elizabeth immediately called Farnsworth’s cell phone. I put my cheek next to hers to listen in on the conversation.
“Peter Farnsworth here.”
“It’s Elizabeth Rose. What’s going on? Why wasn’t Edward offered a contract for the next film?”
“De Niro’s out. Things didn’t work out.”
“Why are you calling him De Niro.”
“De Niro, Pacino, whatever.”
“His name is Edward. I’d prefer you call him as such.”
“Look. I wanted to use him. I did. But he dropped out of the project, Elizabeth. Creative differences, he said. You know how sensitive these “actors” are. I think he’s been cast in a play or something.”
Elizabeth took a look at me and I shook my head no.
“Look, Farnsworth, Edward has cleared his schedule and fully expects to be in your next picture. Maybe there’s some kind of misunderstanding -”
“Edward’s been replaced, Elizabeth. I never wanted him in the first film, but I let you talk me into casting him. You’re so pretty I can’t think straight around you. But not this time, Ms. Rose. No one likes “The Monastery”. Your “actor” friend ended up costing me $10,000!”
“What? That’s ridiculous. Edward’s performance is the best thing in it! Maybe if you had spent some money on the lighting equipment—”
“The decision’s already been made. I’m using Roger in the male lead.”
“That Neanderthal? He’s not even an actor!”
“He has a very manly presence on the screen and—”
“If by manly you mean disgusting, then count me out of your perverted little project!”
“Here we go again.”
“Either you cast my friend, Edward, or you can find yourself another lead actress for your lame video.”
“But Elizabeth, you signed a contract. I’ve already cast you -”
“Don’t you get it, Farnsworth? I’m not doing it for you; I’m doing it for Edward. Without Edward, the deal’s off.”
“But—”
Elizabeth disconnected the call. I was once again astounded by her generosity. God, I loved her for being so kind to me. I loved her then and I love her still.
“Elizabeth, you don’t have to…”
Elizabeth wrapped her arms around me and held me close to her. I could smell the sexy French perfume she always sprayed on her neck before leaving for work.
“Edward, I’m not an actress. The only reason I agreed to be in the silly videos is because you enjoy acting so much and it’s a fun thing for us to do together, I think. And I’m not going to do it without you. That’s final...”
“You are a real friend, Elizabeth,” I told her.
“I hope we are a little more than friends by now, Mr. James,” she said, winking at me.
Later that day during my shift at Denny’s, my hands covered in grease and filth, holding a container of dirty dishes, my manager put a phone
up to my ear.
“Hello?”
“Looks like you’re in. It took some convincing, but Farnsworth eventually caved. He’s going to write you into the script.”
“That’s great! You did it again! I’m so excited! Where would my career be without you, Elizabeth? Do you want to become my agent?”
“OK, but I plan on taking 10%!”
“I think they actually take more. I don’t know. I’ve never had an agent.”
“Eduardo! Dishes. Chop-chop!” my manager said.
“First rehearsal’s tomorrow. Would you like me to pick you up?”
“Ok… Ummm… Elizabeth. I was wondering… if we could… you know…”
“If we could what, young man?”
“Ummm…”
“Why are you still so shy with me, dude? You’re my boyfriend now, you shouldn’t have to ask. Just come on over after work, Edward, like you always do. We’ll celebrate!”
“Thanks, Elizabeth. I’ll come by as soon as my shift is over.”
I smiled, feeling like I was about to burst with happiness at that moment, despite my stalled acting career and my humiliating job. This beautiful person, inside and out, considered me, a nobody, to be her boyfriend. I had a girlfriend and her name was Elizabeth. I was her dude. My boss brought me back down to earth by shouting in my ear.
“Eduardo! Wrap it up!”
“I’ve got to go,” I said.
I tried not to make it a habit not to express my true feelings for her, but at that moment I couldn’t hold back. It was easier to say it over the phone. I hoped it didn’t make her uncomfortable.
“I love you, Elizabeth.”
“Mmmm. You do?”
“Yes.”
“Why don’t you show me how much you love me when you get off your shift later?”
“OK, I will. Bye.”
“Until tonight, young man…”
So that was how I got cast to perform in Farnsworth’s cult classic, “In the Dungeon of Master V”. The following evening we met in Chula Vista and I signed my second movie contract. The filming got off to a rather rocky start. I had been given the relatively insignificant role of a Quasimodo-type unnamed character called the Keeper of the Keys. “There are no small parts, only small actors, even in porno movies,” I mentally repeated to myself as we read through the script. I was to appear as a glorified extra in the movie, limping around in the background and dragging my useless left leg behind me, a hideous scar running across my deformed face, with ridiculously large metal keys jangling at my waist. It was humiliating not only because I had no lines, but I was being paid one quarter the amount as everyone else.