The Adam & Eve Trilogy

by Paul Preston

  “You’re treating me like a movie star.”

  “You’re my star, Laura. Would you like some coffee while waiting?”

  “Yes please.”

  “Cream and sugar?

  “Yes, thank you, Stephen.”

  Stephen called down for room service and ordered a Continental Breakfast. He got out of bed, found a white fleece bathrobe in the closet and put it on. Laura took a hot shower, shampooing her hair, while Stephen made the coffee. She came out of the shower wearing her silk robe and sat down in front of the mirror in a very good mood. She was suddenly very excited about preparing for the show, looking in the mirror, brushing her hair, applying her makeup. She started chatting in an animated and friendly manner to Stephen, who listened attentively. After Stephen finished preparing their coffee, they both sipped it slowly as Laura told her story.

  “I can’t express how excited I am to get back up on stage and do our little show tonight. You always seem to know exactly what I need, not only sexually, but emotionally as well. I’ve always wanted to overcome that moment of failure in college that sunk my confidence. I remember after a few months of marriage I became so bored with the church, the lunches, the charity work, the overall soul-crushing routine of the life of a minister’s wife. I saw a notice in the paper of an open call for local auditions at Seaside City Playhouse, so I thought it would be fun to prepare a two minute monologue and try out, even though I knew I had no chance to be cast in anything. I prepared a scene from “The Crucible”, I think, to try to go back to the moment that crushed my spirit in an attempt to heal myself. I was so nervous calling the hotline, but I did it, I set up an audition. I actually made me feel impassioned about something again. I’d rehearse in the bathroom, while Roger was out of the house, saying my lines in the mirror. One day he came home unexpectedly, I hadn’t heard the door open I was so wrapped up in my work. He burst into the bathroom, demanding to know what I was up to. He disapproved of me doing a play, so we had this huge fight. After much weeping and gnashing of teeth, he reluctantly agreed to buy a subscription to SCP if I dropped my plans to audition. I guess at the time I thought it was a fair compromise. I wasn’t an actress anymore, perhaps I never was and I thought if he made an effort to share my interest in theater with him, it might bring us closer together as a married couple.”

  Laura took another sip of her coffee.

  “I must say Roger did try. Since he had royalties coming in from his religious self-help books, he made a rather sizable donation and the development department of the theater released these prime Saturday matinee center seats, close and in the center. I know he felt bad about our argument, so arranging those seats was his way of apologizing. It was sweet of him, especially knowing how hard it must have been for him to spend all that money. Before the first play we got all dressed up and I felt a flush of warm feelings toward him for the first time in many months. We sat hand in hand in the theater and as the house lights dimmed at the start of the show I gave him a tender kiss in the dark. It was an interesting play–kind of avant-garde, dark and funny as I remember. After it was over we went out and splurged on a nice dinner. We came home that night and we made love. For the first time I enjoyed being intimate with him, and although he came very fast, I still felt a fleeting pleasure with him. I decided the very next day to try to be happy in our marriage and be more affectionate to him. When he came home from a meeting that night I greeted him warmly with a kiss. After we ate dinner I got dressed in the very pretty nightgown I know he likes. Around 8:30 he put his books and paper aside and turned over to go to sleep. I thought that rather than writing in my journal as I usually did, I’d get in bed beside him and cuddle with him instead. Surprised, he turned to face me and we started kissing and that was the night I felt the desire to please him sexually with my mouth. So I slid under the sheets and I kissed him and sucked on him. I think he seemed to like it at first because I heard him moan. Even though his penis remained flaccid in my mouth, I didn’t care really, I almost liked it better that way, he seemed so tender and vulnerable there, so unlike Roger. I suppose he became embarrassed that he wasn’t getting an erection, he had just ejaculated in me the night before and he wasn’t used to being intimate so soon after, it was usually weeks, even a month or two before the time was right for us to have sex again. Anyway he behaved horribly, whipping off the sheet, telling me to stop kissing him there, that I should be ashamed of myself, that I should act more respectable as a minister’s wife, he kept going on and on so I locked myself in the bathroom, sat on the toilet, turned on the shower to drown out his voice and didn’t look at him or talk to him for a whole week. After Sunday services he finally apologized and I forgave him and life went on. At the next play we sat in our prime seats hand in hand and when the house lights dimmed he turned to me in the dark, but I didn’t kiss him. Later that night before bed, he started to annoy me about the play we saw. He went on and on about it, making little unfunny jokes about the actors, finding flaws in the story, like he was some kind of expert, which really annoyed me. Before the next play we went to started, he reached for my hand as we sat down and I pulled away, which I think really hurt his feelings. The final three shows of the season was just like that, we sat together, but separate. There were two musicals in the season and of course he raved about them, but he disliked all the plays. When it came time to renew the seats, well you know the rest. He didn’t renew the $2,500 donation the next year. The theater was nice enough to allow me to keep my one seat in the gold circle though…”

  Laura drained the rest of her coffee.

  “I never told that story to anyone before.”

  “You know you could still do that, Laura, get an acting coach, prepare a monologue, and start auditioning again. I mean, fuck him if he has a problem with that,” Stephen said with passion.

  “Thanks, but no. That part of my life is over. It’s too late for me now. At least I can experience it vicariously six times a year as an audience member and show support for the actors, directors, and playwrights. But it is exciting to me to have the chance to be up on stage, if just this one last time,” Laura said.

  Their food was delivered and they both shared the fruit and fresh rolls, butter and jam. They each had another cup of coffee, relaxing in bed, while Stephen continued to talk.

  “Well, tonight is our night to be up in the spotlight, not watching in the theater. I’d like to talk to you for a moment about the kind of experience I want to create for the audience. To keep the experience fresh and exciting and your responses honest, I can’t tell you everything that will happen to you, but I will explain the general idea behind what I’m trying to accomplish.”

  “I’m so excited about it, I really am.” Laura smiled.

  “Me too. In the two years I’ve been working security there, I’ve had the opportunity to watch many shows. There’s a basic similarity in each one. I think people come to the Adam and Eve Club to be a voyeur. The audience is paying to look through a peephole into the forbidden world of sensuality between the dominant and his submissive. However sexy it might be, I think our audience has become desensitized, even bored with this approach. I continue to see people talking during shows, just casually or impassively watching, leaving in the middle, basically separated from the experience. The performances are usually done with very little talking between the performers and virtually no interaction with the audience. I’d like to try something different. Of course, there will be many of the same elements that remain enticing, bondage, discipline, the public exposure of the submissive as she is sexually dominated, the giving and receiving of pleasure from each other, but I want to do something radically different by breaking the fourth wall during the show. Instead of looking at me during the show, I’d like you to look deeply into the eyes of each member of the audience, as if you wished they were the ones who were disciplining you and they were the ones you longed to pleasure afterwards. During our show, it will be impossible for the audience to be an impassive voyeur, we won�
��t let them. By making direct eye contact and flirting with the audience during the performance, it’s as if you wish to be their private submissive after the show, to fulfill their sexual fantasies, for real. Of course you won’t, you’ll be going back to the hotel for our private cast party, but that will be our little secret. Sound good?”

  “Yes. I’ve always liked plays that encourage audience participation.”

  “Exactly. So let’s get started. Afterwards we’ll rest a bit and go over to the theater around 9:00 to get you ready for the 11:00 show. After this last rehearsal, I feel confident you will be ready for our performance tonight.”

  “I’m ready to start when you are, Stephen.”

  “Are you finished with our late breakfast?”

  “Yes, thank you, Stephen. It was delicious.”

  “OK. Here we go.”

  Stephen put the trays on the side table and remained standing by the bed.

  “Please bring me my pants and dress me, Laura.”

  Laura brought Stephen his clothes and laid them deferentially at his feet. She removed his robe, admiring his shaved sinewy body, and hung the robe back up in the closet. She kneeled in front of his body and lifted each foot to slide on his boxer shorts. Holding his erect penis in her hand, she shut her eyes and rested her cheek against its velvety length, rubbing the swollen head against her cheek and closed lips before bending it downward to fit under the elastic strap of his boxers. She pulled up his pants, carefully adjusting and bending his erection downward to zip him up safely. She put his shirt back on, buttoned it, tucked it into his pants and tightened and buckled his belt around his slender waist.

  “Very good. Now remove your robe, my sweet sub. It would please me if you kept on your stockings and high heels.”

  “As you wish, My Lord.”

  While looking at him in the eyes, Laura removed her robe, freeing her beautiful breasts. She bent down before him, laying the neatly folded robe as an offering at his feet. She remained on the floor, in a prone position, arms outstretched, palms up, forehead resting on the floor. Stephen stepped behind her, bent down, grasped both breasts in his hands and guided her up to a standing position. He placed a dark red blindfold on her. As soon as the blindfold covered her eyes, Laura felt her legs go weak and the lips of her sex open further. She squeezed her knees together and could feel dampness between her inner thighs. Stephen wrapped his arms tightly around her body, his crisp white shirt against her bare back, his hands fondling and squeezing her full breasts. He slid his fingers down her flat torso. With the fingers of one hand he separated the folds of her sex while the fingers of the other hand slipped deeply in and out of the slick opening. She felt his erection press against her through his pants, and she arched her back, pushing her opening against his hardness as he spoke.

  “I have to make a confession to you now. I’m scared to say this, but it can’t wait any longer. I don’t know when I’ll have another chance. I-I’ve fallen in love with you, Laura. I loved you from the first moment I saw you in church and it has only grown in intensity during our time together. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable and I know you have to go back to your normal life in less than twenty four hours and I promise you I will not stand in the way of that, but I had to tell you how I feel this one time. In my mind, the collaring ceremony was absolutely real to me and there will never be another sub for me, besides you, throughout the rest of my life…”

  Laura grasped his two hands and turned to face him, moved the blindfold up to her forehead, and gave Stephen a long, stunned and vulnerable look.

  “Stephen, I...”

  “You don’t have to say anything. I don’t want to ruin this – what we have – in our final day together. I just knew if I didn’t tell you now I would regret it for the rest of my life. I promise I won’t bring it up again.”

  Stephen took a deep breath, turned Laura back around and slipped the blindfold back down over her eyes, holding her close to his body, squeezing her breasts. Laura’s head was spinning and she felt dizzy after his declaration of love for her.

  “OK. Let’s get back to your training, submissive.”

  “It is my pleasure to do so, Sire.”

  “Now repeat after me the vows from our ceremony. My breasts are his.”

  “My breasts are his.”

  “To be fondled and suckled.”

  “To be fondled and suckled.”

  With both hands on her shoulders, Stephen spun Laura around to face him and attacked her breasts, taking her large areoles as far as he could into his mouth, squeezing and sucking strongly on them with his lips and tongue. Laura gasped in pleasure as Stephen slipped his lips and tongue from one to the other of her erect full nipples and sucked on them hard, causing them to elongate even further from the tips of her breasts. She ran her fingers through the back of his hair, arching her breasts and pressing him closer into her chest.

  “Now don’t be afraid, my darling, but during the show we will be making use of a few sex toy accessories and we need to practice using them now during rehearsal to prepare you for the performance tonight. I will be attaching simple metal clamps to your beautiful nipples. It will feel cold at first and slightly uncomfortable, but these are made for beginners at breast play with a vinyl coating on the end of the clamps. The larger your nipples are, the less you will feel it, so someone with awesome nipples like yours should be fine. When I remove them later, you may feel a slight burning sensation there, but it will soon fade. Are you ready?

  “Yes, yes. I want to try them and practice.”

  “Ok.”

  Stephen retrieved two small nipple clamps from his bag, adorned and linked to each other by a light silver chain. Sucking on her right breast a little more, Stephen placed the first clamp over her extended right nipple. He securely attached the clamp to the tips of her nipple by sliding the ring up slightly. Laura breathed in sharply as the nipple clamp became affixed to her, taking a few deep breaths to accept the new sensations. He repeated the procedure with her left breast and took a step back from her. Her breasts looked very pretty and sexy, her nipples linked together by the looped silver chain with a small O-ring dangling in the middle. They both admired her adorned breasts in the reflection in the mirror.

  “They’re both securely on you, Laura. How does it feel?”

  “At first it felt a little sensitive, but now it just feels warm there, as if your mouth and teeth are sucking on me.”

  “Good. It can be tender at first, but pleasurable if they are fastened lightly like this. I know some of the crueler doms get off by tightening the clamps until the pain is so intense that the sub calls out her safe word, but during the show tonight we will trick the audience.”

  “How?”

  “This is where your acting talent comes into play. I will act like I’m tightening the clamps and you will react accordingly, dropping to your knees, begging for mercy, crying actual tears if you can manage it. Do you think you could?“

  “Master?”

  “Yes?”

  “I am honored by your desire to protect me from pain and it makes me trust you more than ever, but, though I’m ashamed to admit it… I want to feel it. This pain is something precious to me, for you and only you would be giving it to me. I want to feel it, to drop to my knees, beg you for mercy and cry actual tears. I want to take you in my mouth and suck on you and give you pleasure while you tighten the clamps on my nipples. May I ask you, will you allow me to bear this pain in order to give you pleasure, My Lord?

  “Oh, you sexy exquisite creature, I will. I will give you what you need inside.”

  Stephen took out of his bag another clamp adorned by a silver chain with a clasp at the end.

  “Sweet obedient sub, would you like me to make the clamps over your nipples a little tighter?”

  “I will bear the pain with humility, My Lord.”

  Stephen moved the sliding ring slightly higher on both clamps.

  “Oh, My Lord,” Laura gasped, breathing in deep
ly. “I feel it more intensely now.”

  “Does the pain make your wet, sub?”

  “It does, the tighter you make it, the wetter I am for you.”

  “I wish to make you wetter with my tongue.”

  Stephen kneeled before Laura, placing his hands on the sides of her thighs.

  “I would like that, Sire.”

  “Then repeat after me. My pussy is his.”

  “My pussy is his.”

  “To be licked and ravaged.”

  “To be licked and ravaged.”

  He lifted her right leg and placed it over his shoulder, grasping her around her back and thighs to steady her. He lapped at her with his darting tongue, sucking and licking on her folds with passion, pushing his face as far into her as he could and drinking in her juices. He sucked upon and licked her clitoris. Laura, feeling weak at her knees, moaned in pleasure. Stephen placed the third clamp on the open lips of her vagina, attaching the tip to the sensitive nub at the upper end of her vulva. He slid the ring up the clamp to hold it in place. Laura took several deep breaths.

  “Oh… Oh, My Lord that feels good. So good.”

  Stephen attached the clasp at the end of the clamp to the ring in the middle of the looped chain hanging from her nipples.

  “Oh, My Lord, you give me such pleasure.”

  “Now your three most intimate places are in bondage to me.”

  “I am bonded to you forever, My Lord.”

  “Come, my sweet little sub. Let us walk across the room. I will protect you. If I wish you to go left, I will tug on your left nipple, the right nipple to go right, and I will tug in a downward direction if I wish you to kneel before me, in an upward direction if I wish you to stand. Ready?”

  “Yes, My Lord.”

  Stephen pulled out on her nipple chain and walked her across the hotel room slowly. Though Laura walked unsteadily, Stephen was able to slowly guide her by her reddened nipples around the hotel room and back to the bed. He stood before her and pulled down on the chain. She kneeled before him.