The Adam & Eve Trilogy

by Paul Preston

  “My friends, less than one week ago, this courageous and exceptionally beautiful twenty four year old young woman voluntarily removed herself from the familiar comfort of her Christian faith to explore another side of her soul and after less than one day, yes, that bears repeating, in less than one day of training, this virgin sub is here to share with us what she has learned. I think you will find her, as I do, breathtakingly pretty and sexy, fearful of facing the punishments but obedient in accepting discipline, no matter how painful. She is very eager to please her master, ashamed of but resolved to accept her submissive nature. I think you will find her, as I do, a most remarkably responsive young creature. You may notice, despite tied in painful bondage, this submissive’s sex, like the petals of a flower, has fully opened for us and, as you can plainly see, the lips of her sex are aroused and glistening with moisture. Let us meet this luscious ideal specimen of femininity, shall we?”

  Stephen placed the tip of the riding crop underneath her chin, raising it.

  “Who has tied you up so painfully in this disgraceful manner to the whipping post?”

  Laura craned her neck up awkwardly and to the side in an attempt to respond. Stephen placed the tip of the crop lightly on the side of her chin, pushing it to face the audience.

  “No, no my little pretty sub. I wish you to directly address the audience tonight, unless otherwise directed by me. They are the ones who have paid money to come see you…”

  “You tied me to the whipping post, Sire,” Laura said, looking directly out.

  “Would you like me to remove the blindfold so you can make eye contact with our friends in the audience?”

  “Yes, Sire. I would like that very much.”

  Stephen removed the blindfold.

  “Thank you, Sire.”

  After blinking and adjusting to the harsh lights, Laura looked into the audience. As she looked, the house lights faded up and Laura could clearly see the faces in the audience. She saw the lust and wicked desire in their eyes, the smirk of their crooked smiles, the wetness on their lips and the salivation of their tongues as they gawked at her vulnerable state. The men in the audience especially took notice, putting their drinks down, sitting up straight in their chairs, trying to catch and hold eye contact with the attractive young woman. She could tell by their hungry eyes that they found her even more attractive tied up and helpless, with the lips of her sex opening to their eyes. Due to the angle of her bondage, her pelvis was thrust forward and her thighs were pulled apart, giving the audience a full view of the interior of her vagina. She cast her eyes seductively downward to bring the audience’s attention to how the stage lights glistened off the slick wetness of her open vagina and then looked coquettishly back into their eyes, as if she needed them to come up on stage one at a time and pass their fingers through her moist opening. She thrust her pelvis out toward the audience further, begging for their eyes to see her, their hands to touch her. Laura became aware of how much she enjoyed wielding this sexual power over the audience and it surprised her to realize how good she was at it. Stephen noticed her working the audience in this subtle manner and was duly impressed. Even tied up, she had them eating out of her hand.

  “Yes, we all see how your pussy has slickened and dampened for the audience and how you have given them a perfect view of your most intimate spot. Do you like being painfully tied up to this post, your inner thighs forced open and your dripping wet pussy on display for everyone to see, sub?

  “I do, Sire.”

  “Are you not ashamed?”

  “No, Sire.”

  “No? Have we not spoken of this in your training child, that you must confront your true feelings, you must never lie to yourself or to me, your Dom. Of course, you are ashamed, raised in the Christian Church and then submitting to being treated like a whore for our amusement, and then to have your own devilishly sexy body betray your Christian upbringing by becoming slick and aroused. So I’ll ask you again. Are you ashamed, child?”

  “Yes Sire. It’s true, I am ashamed.”

  “That’s a good girl. But that one misstep cannot go unnoticed, that one lie will cost you a painful lashing. Your master requests you to pick one spot to receive your punishment upon, your ass, your tits or your sex. Which spot would give your master the most pleasure to discipline?”

  “Please, Master, I beg of you. Not one spot. But all three.”

  “You wish me to punish you in all three private areas?”

  “That is my deepest desire, Master.”

  “But aren’t you afraid, my precious, sub?”

  “I am very afraid, My Lord.”

  “But despite your fear you are willing to suffer this pain and bear it with pride to show your obedience, devotion and love for your master? Is that correct, sub?”

  “I love you, Sire, and I can think of nothing I desire more than to be whipped by you in all my most sensitive, intimate and vulnerable places. It will only make me feel closer to you, Sire.”

  “What you have said pleases me, submissive.”

  “Pleasing you makes me truly happy, My Lord.”

  “You have pleased me, and so now I set you free from the whipping post that stole your dignity and the bristles of the rope that chafes and burns your skin.”

  Snapping open a switchblade, Stephen cut through the ropes. During the exchanges with Stephen, Laura remembered the cardinal acting rule, “Talk to one person, everyone listens. Talk to everyone, no one listens.” Her responses to Stephen were given honestly and directly into the eyes of individual audience members, telling each one her secret desires as intimate and personal confessions, as if they were alone in the theater.

  “You have set me free, My Lord.”

  “Stand, submissive.”

  Laura rubbed her wrists and ankles and stood up in front of the audience.

  “Now before we proceed to your punishment, please tell the audience what you witnessed Tuesday night at our Club.”

  “Yes, My Lord. I witnessed the sub named Belle being disciplined on her ass by her Master, while she pleased his cock with her mouth and tongue. The harder he slapped, the more pleasure Belle gave to her Lord and Master.”

  “And at first you were quite offended, weren’t you? You cried out for them to stop just as he was about to shoot his come directly into her mouth, is that correct?”

  “Indeed, it was me in the audience who shouted out that night, Sire, though I’m ashamed to admit it.”

  “Ashamed?”

  “Yes, Sire.”

  “Do you know why you feel ashamed?”

  “Yes, My Lord. It’s because…”

  “Because why, sub?”

  “Because… I realized … I wanted it to be me on stage, not her…”

  “You admit then you wanted it to be you on stage, painfully being slapped on your very pretty ass, tears running down your face, and your master’s come sliding down your throat?”

  “Yes, Master. I’m ashamed to admit, I wanted it to be me, I craved it.”

  “So you shall have it then. Despite your shame, I shall give you what it is you truly want. What you need. Now turn your back to the audience, bend over to the floor and remove your shoes, stockings, garter belt and camisole. Place them in a neat pile at my feet and bow to me.”

  Just like she had privately done in the hotel room for Stephen, Laura performed her sexy striptease for the crowd. As she removed her high heels and peeled out of her stockings, garter belt and silk top, she looked over her shoulder at individual men in the audience, flirting with them, smiling, fluttering her eyelashes, biting her lower lip, winking, blowing kisses and licking her lips provocatively. After she finished undressing, she turned to face the audience, standing completely naked before them, biting on her thumbnail. She received an enthusiastic applause, arching her ass and pushing out her bobbing full breasts as she took her bow. Then she turned to Stephen, and they shared a look. Stephen smiled, knowing what that applause meant to her. Laura picked up her lingerie and shoe
s, holding them in her outstretched arms and knelt down before him, offering her clothes at his feet, in the prone position she had learned, arms out, palms up, forehead on the floor. A mechanical door on the floor opened and a padded spanking table appeared from beneath the stage down center. It was equipped with cuff restraints on each side. A round wooden paddle sat on top of it. Stephen crossed the stage. He waited for Laura at the edge of the table and picked up the paddle.

  “Please stand up, my precious sub, and bring me those gorgeous twenty four year old breasts of yours. Face me and remove my clothes.”

  “It would be my pleasure to do so, Master.”

  Laura seductively crossed the stage, swaying her hips for the audience. Standing in front of him, Laura took off his jacket and tie, unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders. She slowly unzipped him, pulled his pants and boxers over his slender waist and down his legs. She bent down and removed his shoes. Holding the sides of his legs, Laura looked up to admire his lean, lightly muscled body and large uncoiled erection. After Laura removed Stephen’s socks, Stephen helped her up and both performers stood before the audience completely naked. Stephen picked Laura up and placed her on top of the padded table. He guided her body down upon the padded surface and placed her wrists and ankles tightly in the cuff restraints. Laura showed off her full breasts by holding herself up on her elbows.

  “Now as I give you your punishment, the only time your lips are allowed to leave my cock is when you keep count of the number of slaps. Don’t lose count, for if you do, I will have to start over again from the beginning. You will receive five hard slaps during your punishment. The harder I slap you, the harder you must suck on me. With beautiful lips like yours, I know I will not be able to hold back very long. Have you ever swallowed a man’s come, young sub?”

  “No, Master.”

  “Are you frightened?”

  “Yes, Sire. Very frightened.”

  “Do not worry. It will go down easy. Just remember to swallow as your mouth fills. I will fill your mouth several times, as I am very attracted to you. The harder you suck, the faster I will come and the sooner the punishment will be over. All I ask is that you try your best. Are you ready?”

  “I am ready to swallow every last drop of your precious come. I am hungry for it, My Lord.”

  “I know you are, my sweet sub. So place your lips on the tip of my cock and hold the padded edge of the table firmly as you suffer your punishment. Don’t let go and don’t stop sucking.”

  Laura shut her eyes, closed her lips tightly over the head of Stephen’s penis, gripped the table and began to move her lips up and down Stephen’s shaft. When Laura felt the first firm slap of the paddle, her whole body bucked on the table from the sudden contact. She opened her eyes, seeing tiny opaque dots swirling in front of her and began to feel dizzy. The slap of the wooden paddle stung her back side much more painfully than Stephen’s hand slaps in the hotel room. If she hadn’t clamped down on his penis with her mouth, she would’ve screamed from the pain. She pulled her head back, releasing his penis from her mouth and blinked her eyes.

  “One,” Laura said with a shaky voice.

  Stephen used his free hand to place his penis back in Laura’s mouth. The pain was intense, but sucking on Stephen distracted her from the stinging sensations and somewhat alleviated the pain she felt. Stephen let her suckle on him for a moment before delivering the second blow on her other cheek, turning her ass beet-red. Her body bucked and twitched again in response. She pulled her head back off Stephen and yelled out in pain, breathing deeply, her lungs gasping for air, her breasts swaying over the edge of the table, her hands limp at the cuffs. Her ass felt like it was on fire.

  A memory from her childhood came to her mind. She clearly remembered giggling during one of her Father’s sermons when she was six years old and being taken by her arm and pulled into a back room after church. Her Father pulled down her pants, spanked her and called her a dirty girl for giggling in church and she remembered crying.

  The memory of her spanking caused Laura’s eyes to fill with tears and slip out, leaving behind black streaks from the heavy mascara running down her cheeks. She tried to speak, but couldn’t. She shut her mouth to swallow, but realized then how dry her mouth was. Laura felt an unbearable thirst as never before. She pictured the image of the water bottle dropping in the Green Room, leaving pools of spilled water across the floor. She tasted her salty tears and swallowed.

  “Two,” Laura said, barely above a whisper.

  She heard Stephen’s voice as an echo in the background, something about a safe word. She gripped the sides of the table and noticed her knuckles were white. More white dots were swirling in front of her. She raised her head off the table, shut her eyes and opened her mouth. She felt Stephen’s penis enter her lips and with stifled sobs she sucked as hard as she could on his penis, moving up and down on it, making moaning sounds, her breasts bobbing and slapping the cushioned table’s edge. She heard the next slap hit her skin, but didn’t feel it. Everything went black and Laura fainted.

  Stephen immediately released her from the cuff restraints, picked her up off the table, cradled her in his arms and sat down with her on the stage floor. Stephen grabbed a bottle of water from on top of a stool nearby and poured it over her head. Rivulets of water coursed down her face, through her cleavage, dripping over her areoles and off the tips of her nipples. Stephen pressed his lips to Laura’s mouth and tenderly kissed her. She blinked her eyes and awoke. Stephen brought the bottle to her lips and poured it down her throat until she drained the bottle. The stage lights slowly faded to one spotlight illuminating them in a pool of light. Stephen used a handkerchief to wipe the streaks of mascara from her cheeks. After her thirst was satiated, Laura spoke.

  “Where am I?”

  “On stage with me.”

  “What happened?”

  “You pricked your finger on the spinning wheel and fell asleep…”

  Laura smiled at Stephen.

  “How long have I been asleep?”

  “100 years.”

  “And you broke the spell and awakened me with a kiss?”

  “Yes.”

  “My prince.”

  “My princess.”

  As the two lovers tenderly kissed again, the stage lights faded to black and the audience applauded. In the short blackout, Stephen carried Laura back over to the table, sat her upon it in the middle facing him, and moved the table so the edge was now facing down front at the center of the stage. He put his pants back on and the lights came up on them as the applause died down.

  “Feeling better now?” Stephen asked.

  “Much better, Sire.”

  “More water?”

  “No thank you… May I ask you, did I receive all five slaps of my punishment before I passed out, Sire?”

  “You received three slaps, my sub.”

  “Forgive me if I don’t remember. Was I able to pleasure you and give you an orgasm with my mouth, My Lord?”

  “No, my sub. You passed out before the pleasuring was completed.”

  “Are you disappointed in me, Sire?”

  “No, child. You were brave and did your best. You’ll have another chance soon, so do not worry. I know you will not fail me. Are you feeling any pain?

  “No, only a slight discomfort, My Lord.”

  “I would like to soothe your discomfort now, sub. Please lie down on your stomach facing the audience, with your back arched so the audience will have a good view of your beautiful breasts.”

  Laura laid down on the table, arched her back and reestablished eye contact with members of the audience, speaking her lines directly to them as before.

  “Have you ever been pleasured in the opening off your ass?”

  “No, My Lord, I have not. But I have always felt a feeling of emptiness there and longed for it to be filled.”

  “Would you like me to fill it, my sub?”

  “I long for it, My Lord.”

  Fr
om a drawer in the spanking table, Stephen brought out massage oil and a lubricating gel. He liberally sprinkled the oil on the back of Laura’s thighs and cheeks and massaged it into the small of her back. He kneaded the tight muscles of her ass, using his thumbs and the side of his hand, running them through the cleavage of her cheeks. Stephen spread her cheeks wide and held them open, lovingly licking her over and over on her sensitive spot, darting and swirling the tip of his tongue in and out as far as his tongue could reach into the pliant opening. Moving her hips from side to side, Laura shut her eyes, breathed in deeply and stretched her ass open further by pressing herself into the tip of his wet tongue, moaning and sighing, causing her breasts to jiggle and sway in a rocking response to the swaying motion of her hips. Stephen pulled his tongue out, still holding her ass tightly in one hand.

  “Have I alleviated your discomfort, sub?”

  “Oh yes, you have My Lord. It feels wonderful.”

  “Would you like me to massage you a little deeper?”

  “Oh yes. Please. I beg you. My opening longs to be filled by you, Sire.”

  “I would like to restrain you when I take you from behind.”

  “I want to. I need to be restrained, My Lord.”

  Stephen put her wrists and ankles in the cuff restraints and tightened them.

  “Would you like the restraints a little tighter?”

  “Oh please, My Lord.”

  Stephen pulled the restraints one more notch, firmly restraining her.

  “I will be gentle with your sweet ass, my beautiful virgin sub.”

  Stephen continued the massage, squeezing into his palm a generous amount of lubricating gel and rubbed his hands between the cleavage. His index finger easily slipped an inch into her opening with the help of the slippery gel. Laura increased her rocking motion, pressing herself deeper onto the tip of his finger, sliding herself down upon his finger. Laura made moaning sounds, her lungs gasping for air, her hips rocking and her breasts swaying, as Stephen’s finger slipped all the way to her opening for the first time. Laura fluttered her eyes open and shut, intermittently seeing the staring faces of the audience.