by Paul Preston
“Edward, I’d like to introduce you to someone I just met. Stephen Spielberg,” Elizabeth said.
My jaw dropped slightly. Mr. Spielberg held out his hand to me and I shook it.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Edward. I was at the screening of “The Monastery” yesterday and your producer here tells me you’ve found a distributer for the film. Congratulations. You gave a fine performance in it. You deserved that Best Actor nomination,” Mr. Spielberg said.
“Thank you, Mr. Spielberg.”
“Please, Edward, call me Stephen.”
“OK.”
Mr. Spielberg leaned forward and whispered into my ear.
“I’m not supposed to say this since I’m on the nominating committee, but I voted for you, not because you’re the only American nominated, but because it’s the best performance of the year, in my opinion.”
“Thank you, Stephen.”
“I was somewhat confused by the directorial choices. It was so poorly lit, like a student film. I wish I could’ve filmed it.”
“Well, the director didn’t have much of a budget. He tried his best,” I said.
“Elizabeth tells me it was made for only $10,000, which is just remarkable. Even in a limited release, you are certain to gross several million dollars. If it catches on, it could become a very profitable film.”
I stood there, my mouth open, completely speechless. The lobby lights blinked twice.
“Edward, listen. I imagine your career is really going to take off after people see this film. I’ve got a project I’m writing and directing which is slated to start filming in 6 to 9 months from now called “The Fourth Wall”.”
“I know that play. I auditioned for that once in San Diego.”
“Good, I’m glad you’re familiar with it. I’ve adapted it from an off-Broadway play and I’m very excited about directing it. It’s much different from anything I’ve ever done. De Niro is committed to play the father role.”
“Robert De Niro?”
“Yeah. I know, right? Bobby De Niro! And Ryan Gosling’s agent has the script for the other male lead, the husband of the actress in the play. I still haven’t decided on the female lead. What do you think? The script’s still in development, but I can get you a current draft.”
“Mr. Spielberg, I mean… Stephen. I love your movies and I would be honored to have the chance to have an audition for—”
“Edward, I’m not asking you to audition for this…”
“Oh,” I said, looking down, disappointed.
“Edward, look at me.”
I slowly looked up into his smiling eyes.
“I don’t need to see a screen test, Edward. I’m offering you the part of the male lead.”
I thought I had lost my hold on reality again and became scared. I stared at Mr. Spielberg, as tears filled my eyes and dripped down my cheeks. He put his hand on my shoulder in a friendly manner and used his thumb to brush away the tears on my face.
“Is this actually happening? To me?” I asked Mr. Spielberg.
“It sure is Edward. You’ve got the part. You’re in the movie.”
“Thank you, sir. Thank you for the opportunity. I won’t let you down sir,” I said, unable to believe my luck.
“Thank you for accepting the role, Edward. I had no idea who I was going to cast, until I saw your film. You’re going to be great in it.”
“I’m so proud of you, Edward,” Elizabeth said, and we shared a hug.
“I know you’re currently recovering from an illness, but once the financing comes through we don’t start filming for several months,” Mr. Spielberg said.
“He’ll be ready, Mr. Spielberg,” Elizabeth said.
The lobby lights dimmed and Mr. Spielberg took Elizabeth’s card, promising to email a draft of the screenplay, shook my hand and then left us to take his seat in the theater. We made our way to our assigned seats. I was so stunned I barely listened to the ceremony and which films won the awards. I would be playing the lead role in the next film directed by Stephen Spielberg! After struggling for so many years, I would finally be able to make a living as an actor, with the woman I loved at my side. After a few hours, I felt Elizabeth grip my hand. I heard a voice in French read off several names and then heard a tremendous applause.
“Edward! Stand up!”
“What?” I said, noticing Elizabeth standing up beside me and applauding.
“You did it! You won!”
“I did?”
“Best Actor at Cannes! Stand up!”
I slowly stood up and embraced Elizabeth. The most beautiful girl I had ever known was overwhelmed with emotion. Tears spilled out of her eyes and slid off her cheeks. I reached out with my fingertip to trace the wet streak left behind on her cheek and whispered into her ear.
“I love you, Elizabeth. I will love you for the rest of your life.”
I walked down the aisle and up to the stage. The woman presenting me with the award kissed me on both cheeks and walked away. I looked out into the crowd, holding the heavy statuette in my hands. I saw Elizabeth standing in the distance several rows up in the auditorium, smiling and waving at me. I smiled back at her, clutching the award to my chest. Suddenly, the stage lights grew in intensity and the sound of applause faded away. I shaded my eyes with my free hand. The lights shined brighter and brighter, until my view of Elizabeth had receded and all I saw was light.
“Elizabeth?”
A shrouded figure appeared out of the center of the bright light. He slowly approached, stopped a few feet away and smiled. It was Mr. Bergman, the kind-hearted man who had visited me in the hospital. Confused, I smiled back to Mr. Bergman and nodded. Mr. Bergman reached out his hand to take mine. I looked down and realized my Best Actor statuette from Cannes was gone.
“I-I didn’t win then?” I asked Mr. Bergman.
“No, Edward, but you were a great actor. If anyone deserved to win an award, it was you,” he said.
I looked back into the light and then into Mr. Bergman’s eyes.
“Can you tell me, Mr. Bergman? What happened to Elizabeth?”
“She just had a second child. A healthy baby girl. She’s very happy, Edward. Would you like to see her one last time?” Mr. Bergman asked.
“Yes please.”
“Look back into the light,” he said.
Then I saw her, just a few feet away. She was sitting up in bed and nursing her baby while her husband slept next to her. Suddenly she appeared to look right into my eyes. I don’t know if I was dead or alive but my heart pounded in my chest.
“Elizabeth! It’s me! Edward!”
Elizabeth tilted her head to the side, listening.
“She can sense your presence, Edward, but she can’t hear you or see you. I’m sorry,” Mr. Bergman said.
I nodded my head as Elizabeth looked back down at her baby, smiling as she sucked upon her nipple. I felt Mr. Bergman’s hand upon my shoulder.
“There’s someone here who’s been waiting a long time to see you, Edward,” Mr. Bergman said.
“Who?” I asked.
A second figure appeared out of the light and walked toward me, as Mr. Bergman stepped back. As the figure got closer tears came to my eyes.
“Dad?”
My father nodded and stretched out his hands to me. His arms closed around my shoulders. He touched me in an intimate way I had never felt from him in my life. I looked up at my Dad. He was smiling peacefully. The stern creases I remember etched into his worried face were gone. He looked much younger and healthier.
“Dad, I’m so sorry about the movie I was in and how you passed away after what you saw... I never meant for you to… If I could only take back what I…”
“You have to forgive your family for blaming you, son. They were just in a lot of pain after my death. You had nothing to do with my stroke. It was just my time to go, I guess. It’s time to stop feeling guilty about it now,” my Dad said.
I took a deep breath in and exhaled, feeling my Father
holding me.
“It wasn’t your fault son.”
I felt a sense of peace sweep over me.
“You tried to make it as an actor, son. You did your level best. I know how hard you tried. I’m proud of you, Edward. I’ve always been proud of you.”
“Thank you, Dad.”
We stood together in the light, embracing.
“It feels good to talk to you.”
“I know, son. I don’t know why I never talked to you like this when I was alive. It feels good to do it now.”
I rested the side of my head against my Dad’s chest.
“Dad? Why did I get sick? Why did I get cancer?” I asked.
My Father shook his head.
“No one knows why these things happen. You were a good boy, Edward, a good son,” my Father whispered, holding me gently.
I smiled and looked over at the ethereal image of Elizabeth once more, her baby’s lips latched upon her breast.
“That’s Elizabeth, Dad. She was the woman I loved.”
“I know, Edward. She’s very beautiful,” my dad said.
I could hear the little suckling sound as her baby fed. I watched as a single creamy white droplet of milk leaked out of her nipple, slid over her areola and dripped onto her torso. Then the woman I loved looked up at me sadly as she slowly faded back into the light.
“Goodbye, Elizabeth,” I whispered.
Mr. Bergman approached me and placed his hand on my shoulder.
“Are you ready to go now, Edward?” Mr. Bergman asked, gently.
“I’m ready, Mr. Bergman,” I said.
The light grew in intensity and I shut my eyes, feeling the warmth on my skin. I let go and felt my father envelope me in his arms…
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When I first read the part in the contract about how the slave must kneel with a lowered gaze at the feet of her Master at meal times and take the food from her Master’s Hand, it made me very uncomfortable. But after feeding Cassandra, I felt differently about it. I loved sharing my meal with her and placing each morsel of food between her lips. By providing her sustenance, I was physically demonstrating my love for her. Feeding Cassandra made me feel responsible for her body and soul and it deepened the bond between us. It was also extremely sexy to watch her lips slowly open and then close over the tip of the fork. As she chewed, our eyes were locked together in a passionate gaze. Our first breakfast together seemed to pass in slow motion, in moments of languorous pleasure. I held the cup of steaming hot coffee to her lips and she blew on it flirtatiously and sipped. The fork went into her mouth and over her tongue. She slowly swallowed and then her lips parted, wordlessly asking to be fed more. I would never share a meal like this with another woman for the rest of my life…
After the meal, I felt my power and control over Cassandra grow stronger. I took ownership of that power and realized I liked it. It aroused me and I looked forward to our next meal together with great anticipation. Cassandra placed the tray on the bedside table and untied my robe to gain full access to my fully erect penis.
“I really liked feeding you, Cassandra. Did you like it as much as I did?” I asked.
“I did, Sire…” she whispered
“From now on, no food or drink will pass through your lips unless I offer it to you. Do you understand?”
She nodded, gliding her hand along the sides of my penis, sending shivers of sensual excitement throughout my body.
“Of course. As you wish, My Lord.”
The kind attention she showed me felt so good I wanted to explode. I breathed in and tried to control my ejaculation.
“I don’t know if I can hold back, the way you’re touching me.”
“Then don’t hold back. You may let go at any time with me. You can come inside my mouth if you’d like. I don’t mind.”
“You don’t?” I said, raising my eyebrows.
“It’s all I think about, Sire…”
“Are you sure about this, Cassandra? Have you ever…”
“No, but it is my duty, as your submissive slave, to learn how to serve you in this manner. I’m not afraid to do it. In fact, I want to do it, My Lord.”
My submissive slave…
I had never been with a woman so willing to give me pleasure with her mouth. I shut my eyes and repeated the words of her breathy soft voice in my mind, “submissive slave…submissive slave…” Holding my erect shaft in her hands, Cassandra laid her head down on my lap and took the head of my penis into her open lips. She vigorously sucked, while tugging up and down on me. Cassandra looked up at me once, shut her eyes and slowly swallowed me, filling her mouth and throat with the entire length of my throbbing penis. She kept me in her mouth for a long moment and then glided the shaft out to suck on the tip. When I felt her tongue curl over my rim and come to rest on the underside of the head, just beneath the sensitive tip, I could no longer hold back. I exhaled out in a moan and released inside her open mouth in several quivering bursts. I opened my eyes and watched her swallow me with ease once and then twice. I fell back into the pillows, my heart racing. Cassandra continued to kiss me as I lay in bed. I shivered as she sucked on my head, coaxing out the final drops of my fluid.
I had never had an orgasm directly into a woman’s mouth before, though I had dreamed of doing it all my life. It was the most wonderful and exhilarating feeling. When I released into Cassandra’s open lips and she swallowed my semen, I felt loved and fully accepted as a man for the first time in my life. I felt extraordinarily close to her after she performed such an intimate and pleasurable sexual favor upon me. I wanted to tell her how much I loved her, but refrained…
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Table of Contents
Chapter OneMr. Bergman
Chapter TwoThe Day I Met Elizabeth Rose
Chapter ThreeThe Audition
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter EightKinky Sex
Chapter NineThe Monastery
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter TwelveThe AVN Awards
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter FourteenDelores
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter SixteenDeborah Steele
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
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