by Paul Preston
“Now repeat after me. You know what arouses me.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. Try it…”
“OK… You know what arouses me.”
“My pussy is yours.”
“I… can’t say that.”
“You can, Ms. Mauricio. I know you can. Just say it once, to see how it makes you feel…”
Bella Lisa took a deep breath and exhaled.
“My pussy is yours.”
“I knew you could do it. I’m proud of you… Now say... It’s dripping wet for you.”
“It’s dripping wet for you.”
“I know you want to lick me all over my body… Go ahead; don’t be shy with me, Ms. Mauricio.”
“I know you want to lick me all over my body.”
“I want you to lick me all over my wet pussy.”
“I want you to lick me all over my wet pussy.”
“I want you to put your fingers and tongue inside me.”
“I want you to put your fingers and tongue inside me.”
“My mouth is yours.”
“My mouth is yours.”
“My lips are yours.”
“My lips are yours.”
“My pussy is yours.”
“My pussy is yours.”
“I am yours.”
“I am yours.”
“And you are mine.”
“And you are mine.”
Williamson gave Bella Lisa a deep long kiss on her lips with his tongue. She opened her mouth in response.
Our first kiss.
“You taste good,” Williamson said.
“So do you,” Bella Lisa replied.
“So, are you ready?”
“I suppose so, yes.”
“Are you ready to have a little fun?”
“Fun?”
“Yes. Are you ready to play?”
Williamson walked a few paces over to a wall. In a drawer against the wall he took out two pairs of red fur-lined handcuffs. He turned to face her, dangling the handcuffs by his fingers. The minute Bella Lisa saw them, heard the clinking sound of the metal, her heart began to pump wildly in her chest. Her breath became shallow and she felt slightly dizzy.
Why does the sight of the handcuffs have such an effect on me?
She thought once again of how the knife cut through her bra and popped open the top button on the waist of her jeans. The cold sharp blade had become the extension of the man’s hand. She remembered how the blade felt as it was dragged across, up and over her breasts and nipples, while the men had her pinned on the bed. Her knees became weak and her throat felt dry. Trying to gain control of her breathing, she took a few unsteady steps to the coffee table and with a shaking hand tried to pour herself a glass of water, spilling it on the coffee table. Williamson took the pitcher from her hand, poured Bella Lisa a glass of water, brought it to her lips and she took a long drink from his hands. He used his handkerchief to dab the sides of her lips and put the glass back down on the table. She noticed Williamson staring at her left breast which had once again fallen out of the loose camisole. This time she didn’t bother to tuck herself back in.
Yes, Mr. Williamson. I’m ready to play.
“Am I being arrested Officer?”
Williamson smiled.
She’s mine now. All mine…
He crossed the room and stood with his back against the wall.
“You are about to be taken into custody. Now come over here and hold your arms out to me.”
Bella Lisa sidled over to Williamson in a slow, seductive manner, never taking his eyes off him. She noticed the arousal that continued to stretch the material of his pants outward, yearning for release.
“But you haven’t read me my rights.”
“Ahhh, yes. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.”
When she reached him, she held out her pale white wrists in a most feminine manner. Williamson looked down and noticed Bella Lisa’s fingers were trembling. He took both of her thin hands in his and held them. Williamson looked into her face. She had a half-smile on her lips and a look of innocent surrender in her eyes. When her hands stopped shaking, Williamson snapped one end of the handcuffs to each wrist.
“Face the wall please, Ms. Mauricio.”
She obeyed. He stretched first one and then the other arm over her head, forcing her up onto her tiptoes. Then he attached the handcuffs to two O-rings mounted into the wall above her. Finally, Williamson slipped a matching red blindfold over her eyes. She felt him kneel behind her and grasp her cheeks in his large hands.
After spreading her apart as wide as possible, she felt his wet tongue lap over the exposed lips of her sex over and over, then pass deeply through the open cleavage of her cheeks, delving deeply into her opening each time. She had never been touched or stimulated there, especially with a tongue. She felt the clenched muscles of her hips relax with each skillful wet stroke. Bella Lisa thought of the one past boyfriend who had kissed her vagina, but it was only for less than a minute in order to make her wet enough so he could get inside her. This time was completely different. Mr. Williamson seemed to love kissing her down there, not to prepare her for his pleasure, but only for hers. As he licked her with an animal lust, she tilted her head back and moaned, feeling her hips convulse in his hands and a release happen inside her. He finally came up for air, grasped her firmly by the throat, turned her neck toward him and gave Bella Lisa the most passionate kiss in her life. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and would not let it go. His face was sticky, covered with her wetness and she felt her own effluence on her cheeks as he nuzzled her.
She smelled the same musky scent she remembered from when the two men were on top of her, but definitely stronger. She shut her eyes and breathed the scent of her sex, her release.
I like that smell…
After Williamson caught his breath, he noticed Bella Lisa straining to stay balanced on the tips of her toes. He released his grasp of her neck and stepped away from her.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she whispered.
“Never, Ma Cherie. Never.”
Williamson slipped his body between the wall and Bella Lisa. He placed a hand under each thigh and in one fluid motion picked her up off the floor. He placed one leg over each of his broad shoulders. Though blindfolded, Bella Lisa’s hands found the O-rings and she grasped them with her bound hands. Holding her under her back side, Williamson pressed her firmly into him, burying his face into her open sheath. He sucked on her inner folds, exploring every inch of her with his mouth and lips and tongue, lapping at her like a wild animal. She listened with pleasure to the loud licking sounds. His mouth and tongue found the warm, swollen bud of her clitoris. Just as he had done with her tongue when he kissed her, he took the sensitive flesh into his mouth and sucked on it passionately, not letting go. She moaned, her hips convulsing again. She pressed herself into him and released directly into his mouth. She felt him lick her and heard swallowing sounds.
While still holding her he released the handcuffs from the O-rings and cradled her in his arms, giving her another long French kiss. He pulled the blindfold up on her forehead. She put her hands on the sides of his wet cheeks and looked in his eyes.
“Oh my God, that was amazing. No one has ever made me… kissed me down there like that. It felt so good. Thank you, Mr. Williamson.”
“It was my pleasure, Ms. Mauricio. Come. Let’s relax on the couch.”
“I don’t think I can get more relaxed.”
“Oh, I don’t know. The night is young.”
Williamson carried her over to the couch and set her down. He took a deep breath as he sat down next to her. Leaning back, he rubbed his pelvis with a pained expression.
“Are you OK?” Bella Lisa asked.
“Oh, don’t worry about it.”
“Are you in pain, Mr. Williamson?”
“A little.”
“How long have you
been feeling this?”
“Ever since you walked in the door looking so lovely tonight. Through dinner. It got a little worse just now.”
“Is there anything I can do to help you?”
“Well, actually you might be able to help me?”
“What can I do? I want to help you.”
“Ms. Mauricio…may I ask you something, rather personal?”
“After how you just made me feel, you can ask me anything.”
“OK, Ms. Mauricio, please don’t be offended, but for this week, would you… could you be my submissive?”
“What’s a submissive?”
“Quite simply put, it’s a beautiful, feminine woman like you who is completely focused on giving and receiving pleasure to one particular man. She obeys and submits to him in all his sexual requests. Would you like to?”
“It sounds pretty sexy. I guess I could try.”
“I was hoping you could help me relieve this built up pressure inside me. I am in misery here. Perhaps it might make this shooting pain go away. Could you…would you be able to… comfort me?”
“After what you did for me, sir, it’s only fair that I reciprocate. What would you like me to do first?”
“Could you help me take off these tight clothes? They’re killing me.”
“I’d be happy to, Mr. Williamson.”
Bella Lisa helped Williamson remove his jacket, unbutton his shirt and remove it. She admired his firm torso and ran her fingertips up the warm thick veins of his muscled arms.
“God, you’ve got a hot body, Mr. Williamson.”
“Thanks. So do you. I’m very attracted to you, in case you couldn’t tell.”
Bella Lisa ran her hands softly over his hairless chest and down his striated abs.
“I really like your body, Mr. Williamson.”
“And you have made me the happiest man in the world, at least for one week in my life, my sweet submissive.”
“It makes me feel sexy when you call me that.”
“Submissive?”
“Uh-huh. What can I call you?”
“You could call me any term of respect as is appropriate when addressing your Dom.”
“Dom?”
“Your Dominant.”
“Hmmm. My Dominant. I like that.”
“You could continue to call me sir or Mr. Williamson. I like that. If you feel more in the mood to play, you could use a more formal title such as My Lord, Sire or My Dom. And if you’re feeling particularly submissive, Master.”
Master.
“Master… I like it.”
“I was hoping you would.”
“Oh my God, I must be a dirty girl.”
“No, not at all. Don’t judge yourself, Ms. Mauricio. To give pleasure to someone is a beautiful act, never dirty. And you are the ultimate in feminine beauty. Now help me take my pants off before I pop a blood vessel.”
Bella Lisa slowly unzipped his pants. Removing his trousers and black silk boxers proved to be a more complicated procedure, due to the enormous obstacle in her way.
“Perhaps you could place a pillow in front of the couch, my sweet sub, to kneel upon while you get these damn tight pants off me. I don’t want you to hurt your knees.”
“Yes, My Lord.”
Bella did as she was instructed to do, kneeling on a pillow in front of him and finally was able to get his pants lowered. He sat back down, one knee on each side of her.
She lifted each leg, removing his shoes, socks, pants and boxers and placed them behind her under the coffee table. Williamson exhaled.
“That’s much better. Thank you.”
“Oh you’re welcome, Sir.”
Then Bella Lisa looked up and saw it. She gasped at the size and girth of his manhood as it pointed straight up his torso. She stared at it in admiration, following with her astounded eyes the thick root, looking over his large shaved testicles and up the pulsating veins in his long hairless shaft to the rim of his bulbous head.
Bella Lisa had never really seen what the private parts of a man looked like, shaved. She had given pleasure with her mouth before and knew how much men liked it, and it was no big deal to do it, but she never really liked it much. She always found the wiry black pubic hairs unattractive, shooting off haphazardly in all directions, like the legs of a hundred spiders. The smell was usually unpleasant as well unless they had recently washed, which college boys rarely seemed to do. After she had kissed them once, they would always want her to do it every time she saw them, whether she was in the mood to do it or not. Bella Lisa would usually break up with the boys soon after her second or third experience with them. She remembered the pattern playing out three or four times during her time at Stanford.
But with the unsightly hairs removed, she could truly appreciate the magnificence of the male body, especially the body of Williamson. It rose above her with the grace and power of a Michelangelo statue. She placed both hands around him, her fingertips cupping the soft smooth skin of his scrotum. It felt warm and heavy in her palms, his massive root. Bella Lisa noticed a single drop of fluid on the slit at the top of his penis. As she squeezed his shaft, she watched the droplets slip out and slide down the side of his shaft. Bella Lisa looked up into his eyes.
“God, you are a beast, aren’t you.”
“Yes, Ms. Mauricio. I am. Could you caress me here?”
Williamson gestured to the swollen veins running across his pelvis. Suddenly, Williamson felt a stabbing pain.
“God, this hurts!”
His shout startled Bella Lisa, but she tried not to show it.
“I’m so sorry.”
“It’s a curse I’ve lived with, ever since I met you. It only got worse when you went away to college. Christ, it stings.”
“I’m here now, Mr. Williamson. Let me try to help you.”
“It’s like some kind of monstrous centipede is living under my skin, biting me, living off my flesh. I know it must be fucking gross.”
“No, no. It’s not gross. It doesn’t look bad at all. The muscles are just a little swollen there, but it’s not gross at all. It’s very… manly, actually.”
“You are as kind as you are beautiful. I don’t deserve you, Ms. Mauricio.”
Mr. Williamson head jerked back in a spasm of pain.
“Goddamnit!”
“Shhh. I wish I could help you. What do you want me to do?”
“Just get this fucking thing out of me!”
“How can I?”
“I don’t know. There’s no way. It lives inside me.”
It lives inside me? What does that mean?
“Let me try something.”
Bella Lisa let go of his shaft and gently stroked the muscles of his pelvis with her fingers and palms. Williamson shut his eyes and gave a sigh of relief.
“That feels good.”
Bella Lisa let her instinct to help Williamson take over. She placed her lips on the swollen veins of his pelvis and tenderly kissed his sensitive spot. The veins felt very warm under her tongue. She kissed him there, running her tongue over and across the veins on each side of his pelvis. It felt to Williamson like she was pouring cool water over the flame inside his skin.
“Ahhh,” Williamson sighed with pleasure.
Cupping his testicles with her palms, Bella Lisa ran her tongue over the main vein leading up his shaft. She breathed in, smelling his soap and the musky cologne he must have sprinkled somewhere nearby. Her tongue glided up and over the smooth rim of his bulbous head. On the tip of his penis she inadvertently slid her tongue over the white fluid that dripped from the top. Bella Lisa had never tasted it before. It tasted slightly salty and creamy on her tongue, not at all unpleasant as she always imagined it would be.
She removed her hands from his warm soft testicles and placed them around his shaft, squeezing it firmly once and licked the tip as another drop came out of the slit.
“This tastes very good, My Lord.”
She placed her mouth over the top of his hea
d and began a rhythmic pumping motion on his shaft, thirsty for more of the cream.
“Oh my God, girl, you’re going to make me explode.”
“My mouth is ready for you, Sire.”
“No wait, Ms. Mauricio, wait, please, stop for a minute,” Williamson said, breathing deeply.
After he was able to calm his breath, he continued, “Ms. Mauricio, I must warn you…inside of me, there is an unnatural amount of come. Much more comes out of me than what comes out of ordinary men. I don’t know why, I’m just wired that way. It just explodes out of me and keeps coming and coming. I worried that… I’m afraid you’ll…”
“What, My Lord?”
“It’s happened before. Women have gagged or choked on it. It will happen to you if you’re not careful. It’ll get in your eyes, your hair. I don’t want this to be an unpleasant experience for you. I don’t want you to—”
“Shhh, shhh. My Lord. Calm down. Here, hold me.”
Bella Lisa slipped the right shoulder strap down her arm, exposing her right breast as well as the left. She guided Williamson’s hands to hold her underneath both her breasts. She kissed him once on the lips and pulled the red blindfold back down over her eyes. Williamson saw Bella Lisa lick her lips once and then twice. Holding her hair back with one hand, she tilted her head to the side and slid her mouth and tongue up and down both sides of his shaft. She bowed lower, leaning forward to kiss his testicles, swallowing each one inside her mouth in turn and suckling upon them. Bella Lisa’s lovely wet tongue licked over the sensitive thin skin of his scrotum. Williamson felt like he was about to explode at any moment.
Why can’t I control myself with this woman?
She licked his testicles once more and ran her tongue up the shaft. She reverently cupped his scrotum again with her hands and held him there firmly. Then she took a deep breath and clamped her mouth and tongue down over the head of his penis and sucked on it hard, sucking up and down as fast as she was able to.
“Oh my God, you’re going to make me come, honey.”
Coming up for air, she caught her breath, the head of his penis and her lips slick and dripping with saliva. She pulled the blindfold up, and while continuing to squeeze and pump his shaft with her hands, Bella Lisa positioned the head of his penis a few inches away from her open mouth. She looked into his eyes.