The Property of Edward James

by Paul Preston

  “I’m really attached to you now, Elizabeth.”

  “I’m attached to you too. I really like you, Edward. I’ve liked you from the first minute I saw you sneaking glances at me in Farnsworth’s living room. But—”

  “We could try to make it work. I could pick up another part-time job—”

  “Then you’ll never have time to audition. No, I won’t do that to you. I know how important your acting career is—”

  “The truth is I don’t really have an acting career.”

  “I won’t let you give it up for—”

  “But, Lizbeth—”

  “Edward, I’ve met someone else.”

  She finally said it. It was the moment I had been dreading. I sat back in my car seat, staring blankly ahead, feeling as if the air, the very life force within me, had just been sucked out of me. Several miles passed before either of us said another word. As we passed the border into California in the middle of an endless desert, the entity that was Edward and Elizabeth was left behind with the yucca plants and sagebrush of Nevada.

  “I’m sorry,” Elizabeth said. “I never meant to hurt you.”

  “Who is he?” I asked.

  “He’s a physician at UCSD.”

  “So he makes a lot of money. He’s successful.”

  “I suppose.”

  “What’s his name?”

  She paused and then said it.

  “Eric.”

  “I should’ve known my luck would eventually run out. Where’d you meet him?”

  “He came into Express a few weekends ago. I helped him buy some clothes. He came back in and asked me out.”

  “Did you go out with him?”

  “No. Of course not. I wanted to talk to you about it first.”

  “Why?” I asked.

  “I know I never signed a formal contract to be your submissive, but I took our relationship seriously anyway. In the short time we have been together, I’ve been faithful to you and certain parts of my body will always be yours. I really liked being your submissive, Edward, and I hope I’m not making a wrong decision to start a new life, but I need to find a person I can raise children with. You’ll have to give me permission to go out with him, even on a first date and release me as your submissive, Edward.”

  “Are you attracted to him? Are you?”

  “He’s a little older than me, but he looks fine, I suppose. I know I’ll never have the sexual chemistry with him that I have with you.”

  “Is he nice to you?”

  “So far, though we just met.”

  “Is he nicer and more attractive than me?”

  “For a woman, it’s more than just looks, Edward… I have this deep desire to settle down and get married, raise a family. It’s expensive to raise kids and I don’t want you to worry about money in the pursuit of your dream to be an actor. Do you see what I mean?”

  “But we could get married, Elizabeth. I didn’t know that’s what you wanted. I could look for a better paying job.”

  “Edward, I know you’d be miserable and I would never ask you to give up your dreams. Unfortunately, you and I would never make enough to get by, especially with kids.”

  “You don’t understand, Elizabeth. I don’t mind getting a better paying job. We could do it.”

  “Edward, I’m sorry, but—”

  “We could have kids, Elizabeth. I know we could make it if we—”

  “Edward, do I have your permission to meet him for lunch on Monday?”

  Hearing the words, I felt like I had been punched very hard in the stomach. I protectively covered my belly with the palm of my hand, as if a hole had opened there and I was afraid my insides would spill out.

  I could see Elizabeth was distressed by my reaction, so I tried to take a breath and slow down my pounding heart. Part of me felt betrayed but the more rational side of me knew she was right. I would never be stable enough, financially or emotionally, to be a father and raise kids. Even though part of me realized this and Elizabeth was only doing what she needed to do to fulfill her basic maternal needs, I felt tremendously hurt. I stared out of the side window and we didn’t speak for miles. After a long period of time passed, she told me she had to use the rest room and we stopped at the next exit. She asked me if I wanted anything. I shook my head no and waited for her in the car. After we got back on the highway, she tried to talk to me again.

  “Edward, you’ve been such a great lover to me the last few months and I’ll always remember the times we had together. You don’t have anything to worry about. You really know how to please a woman, sexually. I’ve never been dominated like that, in bed. You have become so powerful as a dominant male and so skilled at bringing me to the height of sexual pleasure; I know you’ll be able to make any woman you meet melt into your arms. I enjoyed playing all those kinky games these last few months with you and had such fun times acting in those sexy movies. I hope I’m not making a mistake, but I think my life has to go in another direction now. It doesn’t mean I don’t care about you or that I’m not still very attracted to you. As my friend, I was hoping you’d understand… Edward, please talk to me.”

  “I understand and I give you my permission to go out with the Doctor,” I said, sadly.

  “And do you release me as your submissive? I promise you I will never take another Dom for as long as I live.”

  “I release you, Elizabeth.”

  “Thank you, Edward.”

  Another long uncomfortable silence followed. I watched the street signs and highway exits pass us out the window.

  “You’re right, I’m afraid. I’m not really husband material.”

  “Maybe not right now, Edward. Not yet. You’re still very young. But in a few years from now, once you’re career is more established, you’ll be quite a catch. Are you mad at me, Edward?”

  “No. How can I be mad?”

  “Can we still be friends? Most guys I’ve been with I couldn’t care less, but you’re different.”

  “Sure.”

  “Friends until the end?”

  “Friends until the end.”

  Elizabeth breathed out and reached across the car to hold my hand. I let her.

  After a while we started talking again and I was glad to have the easy flow of conversation back, even if the nature of our relationship was changing. I decided I would rather have a friendship with Elizabeth than no relationship at all.

  “What are you going to do about SSSQ69?” I asked as we pulled into Elizabeth’s parking garage?

  “About what?

  “You know. Mr. Farnsworth’s Opus.”

  “Oh, that. I don’t really want to deal with it. Can you just tell him I decided to drop out? I don’t feel like talking to him about it.”

  “Sure, Elizabeth. Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it. Leave it to me.”

  I grabbed my battered old suitcase out of her trunk and turned to where my car was parked.

  “Take it easy, Elizabeth. Thanks for the ride.”

  “Edward, where are you going?”

  “I don’t know. I just thought… it’s been a long weekend. Perhaps you’d rather be alone.”

  “Do you have to leave so soon? It feels weird.”

  “I know.”

  “I have an idea. Let’s have some Chinese food delivered and watch our movies together. During my lunch break last week I stopped off at Farnsworth’s store and insisted on getting a copy of “The Monastery”. Can you believe it? He had the only copies stacked in his back room, ready to be thrown out. I picked you up a copy, as well as a copy of the “Dungeon of Master V”. What do you say? Come on; take that sad look off your face. It will be fun. We could have an Edward James Film Festival and eat cold noodles with sesame sauce. I’ll have the food delivered. Sound good?”

  “OK, sure. Why not?”

  We went arm in arm up to Elizabeth’s condo, dragging our mismatched luggage behind us. Our food arrived and we watched our double feature. It was the first time I saw “The
Monastery” and I was exceptionally pleased with the way it turned out. I guess we were tired from the trip and fell asleep on the couch before the end of “In the Dungeon of Master V”. I woke up early the next morning, put my toothbrush and a few odds and ends I had kept at Elizabeth’s place in my suitcase, along with my copies of our two films and quietly left without awakening her to say goodbye. It was the last time I was to spend the night at Elizabeth’s Hillcrest apartment.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Delores

  The following week passed slowly and I began to sink into a depression. Elizabeth called me in the middle of the week to meet for lunch, but our work schedules conflicted. I assumed she couldn’t meet me at night because she started seeing the doctor.

  At the end of the week I showed up at Farnsworth’s house to begin working on “SSSQ69” and told Farnsworth about Elizabeth’s departure from the project. I was surprised how well he took it and then discovered he had hired two LA porn actresses to star in his next video, whom he had met at the award ceremony.

  “I had a feeling she wasn’t totally committed to joining us. Oh well, c’est la vie. Tell Elizabeth one thing for me, the next time you see her, would you?”

  “Sure. What, Mr. Farnsworth?’’

  “Tell Ms. Rose to look toward the night skies and remember me.”

  Farnsworth turned away to join Roger who had his arm around the waist of one of the sexual servants of Quadrant 69. I saw Delores sitting on the couch, staring at me. When I made eye contact with her, she stood up and approached me. She looked much prettier, dressed in a tight-fitting sweater dress and boots. She highlighted her eyes and painted her lips a deep red.

  “Hi, Edward. How are you?”

  “Hi, Delores. You look very nice.”

  “Thank you. That’s sweet of you to say.”

  “How are you?”

  Delores gestured to Roger, whose hand was cupping the new girl’s ass.

  “Roger seems to have made a new friend.”

  “I noticed.

  “Where’s Elizabeth?”

  “Oh, she dropped out of the movie.”

  “Why?”

  “I think she wants to go in another direction with her life.”

  “Are you still involved with her?”

  “No, not romantically. But we’re still friends.”

  Delores stepped closer to me and took my hand in hers. She whispered into my ear.

  “Edward, will you have dinner with me later? There’s something I wish to discuss with you.”

  I had been moping around the streets of downtown San Diego and obsessing about Elizabeth, so it sounded nice to hang out with Delores.

  “Sure, that sounds great. Where would you like to go?”

  “I thought we could go to my apartment and I could cook us something? Would you like that?”

  “OK.”

  “What do you like to eat, Edward?”

  Before I could answer, Farnsworth called us over to try on our costumes. I was the first to go to slip into my alien outfit. It still had the tags on it from Party City. It looked like a cheap kid’s Halloween costume and I looked ridiculous in it. Even with my incredibly low standards, I was beginning to think that “SSSQ69” was beneath even me.

  After a few minutes the cast gathered around a table and started to read the script out loud. This time, Peter Farnsworth was producer, writer, director as well as the star. The opening shot was just a close-up of Farnsworth’s face, recounting the outrageous story of his mother’s abduction and his half human, half alien birth. As I listened to Farnsworth jabbering on about the Elohim and the Raelians, I looked across the table to exchange a sarcastic look with Elizabeth and then realized she wasn’t there. Suddenly I had the urge to leave the script on the table and walk out the front door without looking back. As I was about to stand up, I felt Delores’s hand touch me on my upper thigh under the table. She rested her fingers near my crotch and gently stroked me. I looked over my shoulder and she smiled sweetly. She left her hand on my upper thigh throughout the reading, petting and fondling me.

  After the read through I left with Delores and followed her in my car to her ocean view apartment in Pacific Beach. As soon as I entered we sat down on her couch and began kissing. I looked up and saw to my surprise that she had decorated her living room with enlarged photographs of me. She must have taken them of me during the filming of the two movies, both in and out of costume. At first I didn’t recognize the sleek muscled body and ripped abs of the man in the picture. When she saw I noticed the pictures, she looked down, embarrassed.

  “I’m sorry, Edward. You must think I’m crazy now.”

  “Why did you take all these pictures of me?”

  “I guess I developed a little obsession about you, Edward. I loved watching you act and do those sexy scenes with Elizabeth. I knew you had feelings for her from the first moment you met her. When she told us in Las Vegas that you were her Dom, my obsession for you got even worse. Over the last week I had the photos I took framed and hung on my wall. I’m sorry if it makes you uncomfortable.”

  “It doesn’t, Delores. I don’t mind the pictures. You’re a good photographer.”

  “I was so jealous of Elizabeth for having the chance to be your submissive. It’s something I’ve fantasized about all my life. I had a strict religious upbringing and I guess it was my way of rebelling against something I didn’t believe in. Some girls dream of getting married, buying a house, having children. All my life I’ve had this desire to be tied up by a man and to serve him sexually. That’s why I went to work in Mr. Farnsworth’s Adult store. Even if I wasn’t able to actually do it with someone, at least I was around the toys and paraphernalia I liked to fantasize about.”

  “What about Roger? Haven’t you two been involved with each other?”

  “We’ve been lovers, off and on, over the last two years. But as you can see, he has a wandering eye and is not really meant for a monogamous relationship. And though he’s tried, he could never be my Dom. Not like you could, Edward.”

  Delores walked across her apartment to her kitchen counter, picked up a document and brought it over to me. I read the title.

  MASTER/SLAVE CONTRACT

  I swallowed. Delores sat down next to me on the couch.

  “I found this contract off an internet site and printed it out for us. I feel like this is my one chance for happiness with you, Edward. If you are no longer in a relationship with Elizabeth, I would love to be your submissive. I promise you, I will be very obedient.”

  I looked at Delores and set the contract aside. She gazed downward, afraid to look me in the eye.

  Perhaps I could forget about Elizabeth and throw myself into this new relationship? I thought.

  “Is this what you really want, Delores?”

  “I am ready to sign this contract to be your submissive slave for life. Everything that I own, my body, my heart, my apartment even my inheritance, I give to you, Mr. James.”

  I took a deep breath in and stroked Delores’ shoulder length black hair.

  “Let’s try it for this weekend, to see if you really want this type of life, Delores. Would you like too?”

  “Yes! That’s a wonderful idea, Edward! Thank you!”

  She kissed me in her excitement.

  “I’m sorry, Sire. I shouldn’t have kissed you without your approval.”

  “I don’t mind, Delores. You can kiss me anytime you wish. But there is one small problem though.”

  “What is that, My Lord?”

  “You have far too many clothes on.”

  After cooking dinner for us on Friday night wearing nothing but her G-String, she kneeled at my feet and I fed her dinner from the palm of my hand. After she cleaned up the dishes, I fitted a collar tightly around her tender throat she had purchased for just this occasion. I led her by the attached leash into her bedroom. Getting into my role as her kind but strict Dominant, I sat my sub in front of her bedroom mirror and instructed her to apply her
makeup more to my liking, with a deeper blue eye shadow and a brighter shade of red on her lips. Kneeling before me on a pillow I placed upon the floor, my sub undressed me completely. I explained to her that since she was now the property of Edward James, she must always keep her eyes lowered in the presence of her Dom, focused solely on giving Him pleasure. She nodded submissively and asked permission to fondle and suck upon me. I granted her request. She placed both hands around my enlarged shaft and rubbed it against her cheeks before placing her lips over the bulbous head. She shut her eyes and moaned with pleasure as she sucked, licking down the sides to suckle upon the tender underside of my scrotum with great pleasure.

  I remembered how the slightest stimulation by Elizabeth in this manner would trigger my orgasm, but I felt completely in control with Delores and slightly detached from what was happening to me. No matter how fervently she sucked or how deep into the back of her throat she took me, the urge to ejaculate was missing with Delores. Even as tears filled my sub’s eyes and dripped down her cheeks, causing streaks of mascara to run down the sides of her face, I could not let go of the semen inside me.

  When my sub pulled my long thick penis from her lips to catch her breath, I cleaned her face with a tissue.

  “You have such amazing control, My Lord. No man has ever lasted that long when I kissed him.”

  “You don’t happen to have any rope available, do you, submissive?” I asked.

  My sub showed me a special drawer where she kept all of her sex toys. Except for the vibrator, none of the toys had been used. They were all still in their original packaging. I removed a long fifty foot strand of red Japanese silk rope from its box and plastic wrapping. Laying my sub on her back, I slipped her panties over her slender hips and down her legs. I raised her knees off the mattress and parted her thighs, revealing the moist glistening folds of her shaved vagina. Her lips were artfully curled open, directing the eyes down to her innermost flesh. Using the rope, I tightly constricted my sub’s ankles to the back of her thighs. Once bound, I positioned her arms at her sides and wrapped the remaining rope around her torso. I could see the ligature marks from the rope press into her skin.