by Paul Preston
He pulled out and once again saw the white creamy particles of effluence all over his condom. Bella Lisa was the first woman he was with who he knew had an orgasm with him each time they made love. He loved staring down at the small creamy white substance she emitted from her body and feeling it dissolve as he rubbed his fingertips on it. It made the love he felt for her grow each time he saw it and felt it. Bella Lisa watched as he stared at his fingertips in wonder. He took the condom off and tossed it in the trash can beside the bed and cuddled up with her, holding her breasts tightly.
Not too bad, nice in fact, for vanilla sex. I like it. I like him. I like him a lot.
After their breathing returned to normal and the storm of passion had passed, they exchanged small talk and nodded off to sleep wrapped in each other’s arms.
The next day, after a full morning of visiting foster homes together in the company vehicle, Bella Lisa and Raoul spent the remaining hours of their shift documenting their field visits. They met secretly in the parking lot after work and agreed to try to get together on Saturday evening.
Bella Lisa drove to Williamson’s condo, her heart beating rapidly. She arrived 45 minutes early and found a single long-stemmed rose in a vase on the foyer table and a sealed card with her name on it. Next to the card, Williamson placed a new pair of sheer lacey white thigh length stockings, a pair of white high heels and her diamond collar. With trembling fingers, she opened the card.
Hello, my Beauty. I missed you last night. This is my plan for you this evening. Please follow my instructions very carefully. These are my new demands. At a few minutes to 7:00, I would very much like you to walk into the corridor of the West Wing, down the long hallway and enter the door at the end. I believe you know which one, Ma Cherie. There you will completely disrobe for me, leaving your clothes on the other side of the door. You will put on the stockings, the high heel shoes and the collar I have left for you on the table. You will sit down on your knees, with your ankles underneath you, on the yoga mat I have left for you against the wall just inside the door. You will place your hands, one on top of the other, palms up, in your lap. Please look around the room and you will notice all of the knives have been removed. I know you may be nervous right now, but remember, I have taken a vow never to harm you beyond your pain threshold. Also remember, the safe word you have chosen for our training sessions is “Beauty”. Please, don’t be afraid to use it if you must. At precisely 7:00, you will dim the lights slightly, cast your eyes downward and wait for my arrival. You will wait for me in this manner for this encounter and all subsequent encounters we have scheduled, every Monday and Thursday evening. I am ready to take our relationship to the next level, if you are, my darling, my love, my sweet and obedient collared submissive. Always yours, W.
He called me his love. He loves me. He still loves me…
Bella Lisa’s fingers were shaking when she put down the note. She was glad she came early to give her time to compose herself. There appeared to be no one at the condo. She went into her private bathroom and took a long hot shower. She found the fragrant oil and anointed herself on her forehead, her lips, on her nipples and on the nub of her clitoris.
She found some makeup in the back of her bathroom cabinet and painted her lips bright red, put on mascara and eye shadow and brushed out her hair. It was five minutes to 7. She picked up her clothes, shoes, stockings and collar and walked to the end of the West Wing. She opened the door and turned on the lights. It looked exactly the same as before. Two St. Andrew’s Crosses towered overhead, reflected in the wall mirrors on each side of the room. On the other walls, whips and paddles of various sizes were mounted. There was one long restraint table with ankle and wrist cuffs. A few items were added. A futon was rolled out against one wall and a few large triangular foam wedges were set on top of it. The only items missing from before were the knives, which had all been removed, and the display cases of antique weaponry. It was also no longer cold in the room, but pleasantly warm.
So this is our new Entertainment Room, it seems.
She folded her clothes in a neat pile outside the door, pulled on her stockings, slipped into her heels and attached the collar around her throat. Bella Lisa dimmed the lights slightly as her Dom instructed her and knelt on the yoga mat just inside the door as her Dom instructed. She looked down, closed her eyes, tried to calm her shallow nervous breaths, and waited. After a minute she heard the heels of Williamson’s shoes click on the marble floor. As he got closer, the clicking sound became louder, echoing against the walls of the corridor. She tried not to look up as the doorknob turned and Williamson entered. He shut the door and stood above Bella Lisa for a very long moment, gazing down at her.
He knelt in front of her, lifted her chin with the leather end of a riding crop and kissed her lightly and tenderly on the lips. Then Williamson stood up.
“You look lovely tonight, Ms. Mauricio.”
“Hi, Phillipe.”
“You’re trembling. Are you nervous?”
“A little, I guess. And excited.”
“Me too. It feels like our first time together again, as Dom and sub. Shall I go easy on you, my sweetling?”
“Whatever pleases you, My Lord. As you wish. Easy or…hard.”
“I know what would please me. The question is what would please you tonight, as my submissive.”
“I want it… hard.”
“Then we are in simpatico, as always, little one.”
“May I ask, Phillipe, are you feeling a little better…down there?
“Yes I am, thanks for asking, Ms. Mauricio. My personal physician gave me some sort of injection, so I assure you, I am feeling no pain.”
“Oh, that’s good.”
“Yes, it is.”
Williamson reached into his pocket and pulled out a red velvet blindfold and placed it over her eyes.
“Today’s lesson is about fine-tuning your sensuality, but without the use of your eyes. You will often be blindfolded in our sessions and you will soon get used to it and in fact desire it. Is it too tight around your eyes?”
“No, it feels…comfortable.”
“Good.”
Bella Lisa heard the sound of water pouring into a glass and felt the glass rim touch her lower lip.
“We don’t want you to become dehydrated during your lesson, Bella Lisa. Please drink.”
She swallowed half the glass.
“Thank you, Phillipe. I was thirsty.”
“A good Dom anticipates the needs of his sub. I want to fulfill all of your needs, Ms. Mauricio.”
“You always do.”
“Just let me know if you’d like a drink later. OK?”
“I will, Phillipe.”
“Oh, one last thing. In our sessions in the West Wing, do you mind if I ask you to call me Mr. Williamson, rather than Phillipe? When our session is over, you may call me Phillipe again. Will you do that for me, Ms. Mauricio?”
“I will… Mr. Williamson.”
“Very good. Then let’s get started, shall we?”
Bella Lisa felt Williamson’s hands on her arms, guiding her to a standing position. She felt a pleasant wetness on her nipples as Williamson sucked on each one fervently. He pulled them out with his tongue and lips and she felt them become erect and sensitive. She shivered slightly when Williamson attached C-shaped metal clamps to hold each nipple in bondage, connected by a silver chain. Her nipples felt stimulated by the clamps, as if her Dom’s fingers were holding them firmly between his thumb and fingers.
“Would you like it a little tighter, my sub?”
“Yes, please, My Lord.”
Williamson pinched open the spring loaded clamps and adjusted them higher on the sensitive tips of her breasts and closed the clamps. He increased the intensity of the sensation by further stimulating her bound nipples with the tips of his fingers.
“Ohhh, Sire…”
“You must wear these from now on I’m afraid, Ms. Mauricio. In this room, your breasts belong to me and n
o one else. Come.”
Williamson led her by the silver chain, leading her, breasts first, to the center of the room. Bella Lisa felt a gentle tugging sensation on her nipples.
“Please hold out your arms in front of you, Ms. Mauricio, wrists together.”
Bella Lisa heard the click of the handcuffs around her wrists.
“Now hold your arms up over your head.”
With a pulley, Williamson lowered a rope from the ceiling. He tied the rope tightly under the chain binding Bella Lisa’s wrists and around her forearms. He pulled up on the rope and her arms became taut over her head. He pulled again on the rope and she felt her feet lift off the ground. He tied off the end of the rope to a metal O-ring attached to the brick wall.
‘What are you going to do to me, Mr. Williamson?” Bella Lisa asked, her voice trembling.
“Don’t be frightened, my sweet helpless sub.”
Williamson selected a whip with short velvet tassels. He stood close to her, lifting each leg up and putting them over his shoulders. He buried his mouth in her flesh and licked the inner folds of her sex. With his right hand he began thrusting two of his thick strong fingers slowly in and out of her womb, as he licked and sucked upon the interior of her moist sex. As his fingers thrust in and out of her sex, he lashed her ass smartly with the whip. Each time the tassels kissed her flesh, she moaned out in pleasure. As Williamson increased the speed, he repeatedly lashed her back side with the whip. Bella Lisa moaned out loudly and came hard, her thighs quivering uncontrollably. She started sobbing as her body trembled from her orgasmic release, black lines of mascara streaking her cheeks. Williamson lowered her to the floor and untied her arms. He carried her limp body to the futon in the corner of the room, her hips continuing to shake from the orgasm. After wiping her cheeks with his handkerchief, Williamson gently laid her face-first over the wedge. He rubbed lubricating gel all over her ass and thighs. Phillipe massaged her until her body stopped quivering. She stopped sobbing and her breathing returned to normal.
“Are you alright, Ms. Mauricio? Did that hurt you?”
“No. I don’t know why I was crying. I guess it felt so amazing, I’m still shaking from it. I… I never felt anything like that in my life. Thank you. Thank you, Mr. Williamson.”
“Did the whipping hurt?”
“It did at first, a little. But now the pain is gone.”
“Can you sit up? I’d like to give you some water.”
“I’d like that. Yes please.”
He put it to her lips and she drained the glass.
“Mr. Williamson, I’m sorry, but I have to pee.”
“Of course, come with me.”
He guided her by the nipple chains to the bathroom down the hallway and sat her down. He fondled her breasts and gave her a deep open-mouthed kiss with his tongue while she tinkled into the toilet. He stood her up and helped wash her hands. He turned her to face him.
“I need you to take off all my clothes now. Can you feel where all the buttons are, sub?
“Yes, I think so, Sire.”
With her bound hands, Bella Lisa managed to remove each article of Williamson’s clothing. She kneeled down to remove his shoes and socks. She felt his large erection brush up against her skin.
“I want you so badly, Mr. Williamson.”
“And you will have me, in more ways than one.”
Williamson led Bella Lisa back down the corridor into their play room and positioned her on the wedge again. Kneeling closely behind her, Phillipe licked and kissed over her small puckered opening.
“Mr. Williamson…”
After entering her with the tip of his tongue, the opening widened. Bella Lisa pressed her hips back into his mouth, wanting him to explore deeper with his tongue. Williamson squeezed a lubricating anal gel directly into her opening and slid two of his fingers easily in and out.
“Oh my God, that feels good to me, Sire.”
“I know it does, Ms. Mauricio. I thought you’d like it.”
He coated his penis with the gel and in one swift motion he pulled his fingers out and slipped his shaft in. She widened further to accept him.
“Oh my God…”
“Yes, Ms. Mauricio. Your ass is mine now. It goes in so easily with the lubricating gel, doesn’t it?”
“It does, actually. I don’t feel any discomfort at all.”
As his shaft smoothly slid in and out, he placed his oiled fingers gently around her throat, holding her there. Once he worked his shaft fully into her, he slowly brought it back out.
“That’s all for now. I don’t want to make you sore on your first time.”
“You’re so thoughtful to me. Thank you, My Lord.”
Williamson positioned her body sitting up with her back against the wall. He chained her cuffed wrists above her head to O-rings built into the bricks. He left the room for a moment and returned. She felt his penis rub up against the side of her cheek and smelled the soap he had just used to wash himself.
“Open your mouth please, Ms. Mauricio.”
Williamson held a small can to her lips and sprayed it into the back of her throat.
“What was that, Mr. Williamson?”
“Just a little spray to relax the nerves on the back of your throat. It should allow you to take me deeper into your throat than ever before, without discomfort. Are you ready, my sub? Would you like me to take you like this? Chained to the wall?”
“Yes, my Lord. I want it this way. I’ve always wanted it this way…”
Williamson placed the head of his shaft on Bella Lisa’s cheeks and teased her for a moment, not allowing her to take him into her mouth. Finally, she caught him with her lips and sucked on him. Phillipe began to thrust himself in and out of her mouth. He pulled out so she could lick and suckle on his testicles. Her tongue glided up his shaft and she swallowed him deeply into her throat. With his fists buried in her long hair he let go and repeatedly thrust himself into her open mouth. Tears slipped out of her eyes and streaks of black mascara ran down the sides of her face again as she swallowed the full length of her Dom. With one last hard thrust, Williamson emptied himself directly into her mouth, pumping jet after jet of his semen down her throat. Bella Lisa kept sucking on the head of his penis until she had milked him completely of the last drops of his fluid. She licked her lips and swallowed. Williamson put another glass of water to her lips and she drank it. He unchained her from the wall and laid her down on the futon. Williamson put a pillow under her head. He took off the nipple clamps, lay down next to her and covered their bodies with a warm blanket. He kept the blindfold and handcuffs on her. They cuddled together, his hands grasping her breasts, and fell asleep.
After a few hours Williamson woke up again with an enormous erection. The lips of Bella Lisa’s sex were still wet and aroused. She woke up as he entered her and stretched her bound arms obediently over her head. In the dim light, he watched her breasts jiggle and body shake as he thrust himself quickly and deeply in and out of her womb. Phillipe squeezed the slippery lubricating gel over her breasts and torso. He pushed the sides of her breasts firmly together and straddled her, feeling her oiled skin rub the sides of his shaft as he slid his throbbing erection over and over between her cleavage. Finally, he exploded again, covering her neck, breasts and nipples in his thick white semen. He placed his penis in her open mouth and she sucked out the last drops of his fluid. Afterwards, he released her from the handcuffs and pulled the blindfold over her head. Bella Lisa licked her lips and swallowed.
“Mmmm. Phillipe…”
Bella Lisa turned over in bed and they resumed their cuddling position, his hands cupping her breasts. Her eyes were shut and she spoke in a sleepy voice.
“Are you OK, Mr. Williamson? Are you in any pain down there?”
“No, none at all, Ms. Mauricio…”
“That’s good.”
“May I ask you something, Bella Lisa?”
“Sure.”
“Do you like it better here? Or are you
more fulfilled with your young friend?”
“I like it better… here. With you, Phillipe. With you…”
Phillipe squeezed his hands tighter on her breasts and they fell back to sleep together.
In the morning when she awoke, Williamson was gone. She found a note next to her, with a rose on top.
Bella Lisa, I forbid you as your Dom to leave the condo this morning. I’ve cancelled all my appointments today and I will return precisely at 1:00. I expect to find you in your stockings and heels, your wrists handcuffed over your head, and blindfolded. You will lie face down over your wedge just as I had positioned you last night, your body covered with oil and awaiting my pleasure. It is not fair that he gets to see you all weekend while I have to wait until Monday night.
You have transformed what was once a place of terror for me into something sublime, beautiful. The West Wing no longer frightens me, with you there to keep the Beast away. Please, I beg you, even though I know the young man is a more appropriate match for you, leave me just a small fragment of your heart for my own, if you can.
One last thing. I am in love with you, Bella Lisa Mauricio… Always Yours, Phillipe.
Bella Lisa got up slowly. She looked at herself in the wall mirror and saw her breasts covered in the dried residue of Phillipe’s semen. She picked up her clothes she had left outside the door and dressed. She walked slowly with sore muscles to her bedroom and sat down at her make-up table. Checking the time, she had a little over an hour to prepare. Taking out a pen and paper from the drawer, she poured out the blood of her quickly beating heart, as red as the ink on her paper.
I am in love with you too, Phillipe, more than you will ever know and… I never want to leave you again. I don’t care how much older you are, I need you now and can’t live without you. I know now I have made a terrible mistake with Raoul. After our 1:00 session today, I will meet with him later this evening and end our relationship. I see now that I am not right for him. I am yours and have always been yours, Phillipe, body and soul. I want to go to work and come back home every night, stripped to my stockings, kneeling inside the door at the end of the West Wing, waiting for you to come home. If I am hungry I will not eat and if I am thirsty I will not drink, unless it is given into my mouth by your strong hands and graceful fingers. I will cuff my wrists, oil my body, look to the ground and wait for you in silence, without moving, for as long as it takes for you to return to me. You will come home every night and you will have your way with me. I will neither give nor receive oral sex unless I feel the lash of the whip, and will be unable to orgasm again without the sting of the wooden paddle or riding crop across my skin. I will give you my oiled openings for your pleasure. Take me whenever you wish and I will not resist. You will spray the back of my throat whenever you’d like and I will pleasure you with my lips and tongue. You may come inside my mouth as many times per day as you wish. I will make this vow to you Phillipe, my sacred marriage vow to you. I will swallow the full load of your semen at least once a day, every day, for the rest of my life. You may come inside my vagina if you wish, or whichever opening you desire, whenever you want, wherever you want, as many times as you desire. I will bear your children if I become pregnant. If you wish to marry me, we can. I would like that. I want to be your wife, Phillipe. There is no one else in the world I wish to be with other than you, and damn the disapproving eyes of society. Nothing matters any more to me than being your obedient and faithful sub. So I will be waiting for you at 1:00 just as you wish in my new favorite room in your house, and you may have your way with me today, and every day for the rest of our lives together. After last night, you have made me the happiest woman in the world. Please forgive me of my recent indiscretion. I expect to be whipped for my disobedience, for the rest of the days of my life. I suppose it had to happen, to bring us back together, stronger than ever. Oh, my love, I can still taste you on my lips and I long to taste you again. I know who I am now, Phillipe. When asked who I am and what my name is, I will, from this day forward, answer, my name is Submissive. P.S. I love you too, Phillipe, with all my heart.