by Paul Preston
“Now, Ariel, before we can make the final decision on your employment here, we need to judge how well you perform in front of an audience. Now look me in the eyes.”
Ariel angled her body to face him. She slowly looked up into his eyes. Eric brushed a loose strand of her hair over her ear. He leaned over and gave Ariel a tender kiss.
“You’re extremely pretty, do you know that?”
“Thank you, My Lord.”
“Are you attracted to me Ariel?”
“Yes, Sire. I think you’re very attractive.”
“Would you like me to teach you how to be a submissive?”
“Yes, My Lord, I’d like that.”
“I would like to be your Dom. Would you like me to choose you as my sub, Ariel?”
“Yes, Sire. I would.”
Eric took a leather collar out of his suit jacket and attached it around her throat.
“Then I intend to claim you as my own. You are now mine. From now, you are no longer Ariel, you are my collared submissive.”
“Yes, My Lord.”
When Bella Lisa heard the words collared submissive, she touched her diamond choker delicately with her fingertips.
What was happening on the stage was a play, but I actually am his submissive in real life. His collared submissive.
Bella Lisa leaned forward in the booth and guided two of the oiled fingers on Williamson’s right hand into the opening of her womb. She sat back down upon them, feeling his long slippery fingers sliding deeply into the walls of her sheath. She arched her back and raised her breasts, grabbing the edge of the table in front of her and pulled herself forward, until his fingertips were just barely touching the lips of her sex. Then she slowly sat all the way back down on his fingers again. She started rocking herself on his two fingers, in a rhythmic motion, up and down. With his left hand she felt him pull down the gauze and squeeze massage oil all over her. He grabbed her oiled breasts, rubbing and squeezing them roughly, pinching and holding her erect nipples one by one between his thumb and index fingers. She tried to stifle a moan, but was unable to.
A few of the gentlemen seated at tables nearby turned to look at the show going on right behind them. She made eye contact with each one, acknowledging them with a nod and a warm and courteous smile. While continuing to slowly rock her hips on Williamson’s outstretched fingers, Bella Lisa focused her eyes on the stage to watch the sexy show
“Say it,” Eric said.
“Say what, My Lord?”
“My name is no longer Ariel. My name is submissive.”
“My name is no longer Ariel. My name is submissive,” she repeated.
“Your sole purpose in life is to obey your Dom and to bring him pleasure. Would you like to try, sub?
“Yes, I would. It will be my pleasure to serve you, My Lord.”
“Tonight you will serve me in three ways. You will allow me to enter your wet vagina, your sweet ass and finally, you will allow me to come in your mouth. No matter how much I come you will try not to spill a precious drop. If I allow it, you will also do the same for any other Dom here tonight, if I ask you to. And you will try to swallow every last drop of their come, no matter how many men I ask you to serve. At any time you can say your safe word and the audition will be over. Do you understand? Sub?”
“Yes, Sire. I will try to obey you, and I will remember to say my safe word if I am unable to do as you ask.”
“If you displease me, or disobey me for any reason, I will have you whipped or spanked, sub. Do you accept the terms of our relationship?”
“Yes, Sire.”
Eric took Ariel’s hand and led her to a pool of light to the front and center of the stage.
“Now face the audience and undress in a slow and seductive manner. Be sure to show them your most intimate places… Sub? Why aren’t you undressing?”
“I’m…shy, My Lord.”
“You are already disobeying me?”
“It’s just… I’ve never taken my clothes off in front of…strangers.”
“I see.”
Behind the performers, a large 15 foot high post, as thick and imposing as a telephone pole was lowered from above and landed in a round slot on the stage floor with a loud thump.
“Come here, my disobedient submissive.”
“Please don’t punish me, Master”
“Face the post.”
“Master, please…”
“Bend over and place your hands on the post.”
A hooded man appeared from the shadows and crossed the stage to hand Eric a large pair of scissors. Then the hooded man returned to the post and pulled Ariel’s arms out to each side of the post and held them there.
“What will you do to me, Master? Please don’t hurt me…”
“Don’t move now, my sub.”
Eric stretched the elastic strap of Ariel’s panties out and used the scissors to cut them off her body. Watching the show, Bella Lisa remembered that just a few hours ago, Luman used a knife to slice through her bra. She recalled the unexpected and shameful thrill she felt being pinned down by the two men with her breasts totally exposed. She responded by rocking a little harder and faster on Williamson’s fingers.
“What a nice little ass you have, sub. Certainly nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Thank you, my Lord.”
A second hooded figure joined the first one and they stood together at the post.
“These two gentlemen will assist me in disciplining you. You will feel 3 sharp slaps on your pretty little cheeks. Please count for the audience. Are you ready for your punishment, sub?”
“I am, My Lord.”
“Alright. Proceed, gentlemen.”
While the first hooded man continued to hold her against the post, the second man delivered a sharp slap on Ariel’s behind, sending a jolt through her body and leaving behind a red handprint.
“One,” Ariel said, stifling a sob.
The man slapped her other cheek just as hard, leaving both cheeks beet red.
“Two,” Ariel cried out, tears spilling out, causing black lines from her eyeliner to run down both cheeks.
Eric crossed over to Ariel and stood near her.
“Would you like to disrobe for our audience now, or would you prefer a third slap?”
“I wish to disrobe, if it pleases you, Sire,” Ariel said through her tears.
“It does please me. Gentlemen, release her.”
Eric wiped her cheeks and eyes with his handkerchief, removing the makeup stains. He rubbed a soothing skin cream on her cheeks and soon the redness disappeared.
“I want to congratulate you. Many lesser subs would’ve avoided their punishment by calling out their safe word, but you did not. I am very proud of you and it does bode well for your employment here. Can we give this brave young woman a round of applause?”
The audience responded with a loud and sustained applause. Ariel stopped crying and smiled at the audience. As the applause began to die down, Eric attached a leash to the O-ring on her collar and led Ariel back to the center of the stage.
“Now will you please stop teasing the audience and show us your lovely body?”
“If you wish it of me, Sire.”
Ariel looked out to the audience through her eyelashes and with a sexy half smile slowly unbuttoned the front of her corset and let it drop to the floor in front of her, freeing her ample breasts. She peeled off her long silk gloves, pulled down her stockings and removed her shoes. She stood completely naked with her arms at her sides. Eric came up behind her and put his hands over her breasts, squeezing them.
“What beautiful breasts you have. No more punishment for you right now. But I do prefer to whip my sub as she sucks and swallows my come. Would you be able to pleasure me in this manner, my lovely sub?”
“Yes, I want you to. I want to be whipped by you as I suck and swallow your come, My Lord,” Ariel said, closing her eyes and responding with pleasure to her Dom’s hands on her breasts.
After hearing the dirty ta
lk, Bella Lisa wanted to feel Williamson’s shaft deep within her sheath. She pulled herself away from Williamson’s moist fingers and kneeled in front of him in the shadows. She quickly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and extricated his large erect shaft from behind his boxers, not caring if anyone could see. After kissing him once on the tip, she turned and straddled him, a knee on each side of his legs, facing the stage so she could still see the show.
“Ms. Mauricio, I don’t have protection,” Williamson whispered in Bella Lisa’s ear.
“Shhh…” Bella Lisa said.
“But…”
“Just watch the show, My Lord.”
Bella Lisa guided his erection into the slick opening of her sex from behind. Shutting her eyes, she felt Williamson enter her for the first time.
Oh my God this feels good. He’s so huge…
She was surprised by how easily his length and girth slipped into her, as the walls of her sex enveloped his shaft from the tip of his penis all the way down to the base of his thick root. She felt his shaft slowly slide through her sex, touching every part of her, completely filling the emptiness within her womb. She began to ride easily up and down on his shaft, causing a slight squeaking sound from the seat cushion. Williamson felt her rapidly riding up and down on his shaft. He stretched his arms out and grasped the edge of the table until his knuckles turned white.
She’s going to make me come…
Trying to control his ejaculation, Williamson took a long drink of his champagne to distract himself. The sight of her freely bouncing breasts made him almost lose control. He tried to look at the stage, but the sight of the sexy naked actress didn’t help. He took deep breaths, pressed his teeth together and focused on a spot on the floor. Bella Lisa looked up at the stage and enjoyed watching the show while riding his shaft, gliding her fingertips over the thick veins on his outstretched arms, feeling the warmth of his blood under his thin veil of skin.
“Before I have my way with you in exactly that manner, I wish to watch you pleasuring these two fine gentlemen. Please pick up your lingerie and shoes and present it as an offering at their feet,” Eric commanded.
“As you wish, My Lord,” Ariel said.
Ariel neatly folded her corset, gloves, stockings and ripped panties in a pile with her shoes on top and crossed the stage to the post. She bent down with arms outstretched to the floor, and bowed before the two hooded men, placing the clothes at their feet.
“Now lean over the post as you did before. One of these gentlemen will lubricate your opening with a cooling gel to prepare you for him, while you take the other gentleman’s erection in your mouth and suck on it until he comes. Have you ever had sex with two men at the same time, my sub?”
“No, but I will do it if it pleases you to watch, My Lord.”
“It does please me. If you can do this, I think I can almost guarantee you a position at our club, my pretty sub. Are you ready?
“Yes, I am, My Lord.”
“Then proceed.”
Bending over the post, Ariel parted the robe of the hooded man in front of her and took his erect shaft into her mouth, closed her eyes and sucked on it. The hooded figure behind her squeezed lubricating gel between the cleavage of her cheeks and began to massage and stimulate her opening.
“I’m about to come inside you, baby, I can’t control it any longer,” Williamson whispered, with a pained expression.
“Let’s go to the limo,” Bella Lisa said, still riding on top of him.
Williamson paged his security team, pulled out of Bella Lisa, tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up as far as was possible. Not bothering to buckle his belt or put the gauze back over her breasts, he grabbed her hand and led her out through the dark theater and into the waiting limo. Luman tried not to notice the dishevelment of their dress.
“Where to, boss?” Luman asked, holding the door open for them.
“I don’t care, just drive,” Williamson said.
The lovers stumbled into the backseat of the car and threw themselves at each other, kissing each other passionately. While Bella Lisa fumbled with his zipper, Williamson managed to pull off Bella Lisa’s panties. Williamson pulled his pants and boxers over his waist and down his legs and kicked off his loafers, as Bella Lisa tried to unbutton the tuxedo shirt with her shaking hands. When Williamson saw her struggling with the second button, he broke off the hard long kiss.
“Fuck it, I’ve got a million of these at home,” he said, ripping the expensive shirt off his chest, buttons flying.
Bella Lisa stared at his immense erection and noticed an accumulation of white thick cream at the base of his penis from her repeated orgasms in the theater. She grasped his shaft with both hands and looked up into his eyes, breathing hard and sweating.
“Oh, let’s just do it, Mr. Williamson. I can’t wait until tomorrow.”
“But I might not be able to hold back. I almost came inside you in—”
“I don’t care. I need to feel you inside me again.”
While holding him tightly, Bella Lisa threw her legs over Williamson’s lap and guided him back inside, spearing herself with his shaft. Still slick from her arousal, she took him into her with ease and rode on top of him, face to face and skin to skin, bouncing up and down in his lap. Williamson was amazed that she was once again able to take his entire shaft into her, especially in that position, without any apparent discomfort.
It made him drive into her with an abandon he had never felt before, repeatedly thrusting his shaft deep into her womb. She pressed herself against him, her breasts bouncing up and down in his face, and gripped a handful of his thick dark hair in her fist. His mouth found her nipples and he sucked as hard as he could on each one, making the red tips stand out over an inch above her aureoles.
“Oh, you’re making me come again. I like the way you do it, Mr. Williamson. No one in my life has ever fucked me as hard and as long as you…”
After hearing her sweet voice say the word fuck, he felt an impulse building at the base of his swollen root to shoot out every drop of come he had inside. He growled and changed positions, hoping he could last longer that way, picking her up and throwing her down on the seat. While still driving himself into her, he spread her legs wide and pushed them over her head, the tips of her high heels banging against the side window with each one of his pounding thrusts.
“Please don’t say those sexy words, Ms. Mauricio. I’m trying not to let go, I—”
“Oh, but Sire, I want you to let go, I want to feel your come deep inside me. Oh My Lord, I beg of you, don’t pull out, please shoot your come deep inside me. Don’t pull out, just shoot your warm come inside me whenever you want. I will let you do it to me whenever you want. That’s what I’m here for, My Lord, that’s why I’m here. To let you fuck me as many times as—”
“Please, Ms. Mauricio, I don’t have a condom, I—”
“I don’t care, Mr. Williamson, go ahead, shoot your come. Let it go, Mr. Williamson, just fill me with your warm come. I know you want to, just let it go. I want it feel it inside me. Don’t pull out, just spray your warm come inside me. Just fuck me, fuck me, fuck me—”
Williamson reached his hand out and clasped Bella Lisa around the throat, pinning her to the car seat. With one final deep thrust he threw his head back and moaned, exploding several jets of his come into her, his hips convulsing and pressing into her as deep as he could go. Bella felt flooded inside as never before, holding on to the heels of her shoes above her head. After pumping several shots of come into her womb in spasms of pleasure, he came to his senses and pulled out, showering Bella Lisa’s torso and breasts in his warm come.
“What about the car seats?” Bella asked, seeing come dripping over the sides of her body and onto the expensive leather.
“Fuck the car seats!” he shouted between breaths, shivers running up his spine, come pouring out of him.
Bella Lisa immediately sat up, craving more of Williamson’s cream. She guided his shaft
into her mouth and finished him off, sucking on him while squeezing and moving her hands rapidly up and down his shaft. She milked out the remaining semen and swallowed the mouthful with ease. Bella Lisa kissed and licked the tip of his penis to catch the last few drops. Afterwards, she caught her breath, but never let go of his shaft, still hard between her fingers.
“I did not spill a precious drop of your come, My Lord,” she said, echoing the words from the sex show.
“You are either going to save me or kill me, I don’t know which,” Williamson said, his breath calming, sweat dripping from his brow.
“Now I’m coated inside and outside in you, in my stomach, down my throat, on my lips, down my chin, on my breasts, on my thighs, in my womb…”
“Ms. Mauricio, please forgive me. I’m sorry for losing control, it’s never happened to me before; I’ve always been able to control—”
“Don’t worry, Mr. Williamson, unless your little swimmers can live inside me for a whole week, I think we are in the clear. Luckily for us, I just finished my period two days ago, so I’m pretty sure we are safe for at least a few more days. Maybe later in the week we should use some precautions, but I think you shouldn’t worry about it right now.
“Oh. That’s a relief. Again, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. You’ve been an awesome lover, all night long.”
“Well, I’ll attempt to exert better control over myself next time.”
“Don’t worry about it. God, you’re still hard. What a monster this is.”
“It’s just doesn’t go down when I’m around you.”
“I’m still so wet for you.”
Bella Lisa laid back and opened her legs and guided his shaft back into her.
“There. Let it rest in his little house. Maybe it will relax and go to sleep.” Bella Lisa yawned.
“All of the sudden I’m so sleepy.”
She shut her eyes and put her hands under her head.
“You can come again inside me while I sleep.”
In less than a minute Bella Lisa was out cold. Williamson made a pillow with his tuxedo jacket, lifted up her head and placed it under her, careful not to wake her. He was still hard. Part of him wanted to move himself slowly inside her, but he thought it best to pull out of her and let her sleep. He rapped twice on the partition and felt the limo make a long U-turn and head back home. He thought she might be cold so he reached for the gauze to cover her, but it had become sticky with his come. He took his ripped tuxedo shirt and wrapped her up in it like a blanket. Williamson watched her sleep.