River Walk: Ten Kinky Collaborations

by Anthology

  “Yes, that’s true,” I respond wearily, “only for me it does not so much mean literal slave. You see, Akiyo, I am a submissive.” Her warm eyes open wide as her head pops to the side to meet my gaze. “I would say was, but I still consider myself one, though I have no Dom per se…who would be, in effect, my Master.”

  Akiyo straightens and blurts out in a high pitched whisper, “Like, you like to be tied up and whipped?!”

  A wheezy hoot escapes me, “At times, yes.” I’m sure my grin and eyes brandish a devilish glow, “But there’s much more to it than that.”

  “Why?...how?” the poor girl looks thunderstruck, yet clearly fascinated. I can see the thoughts written on her face. I instinctively know that she’s envisioning all of those new-fangled novels that are such the rage right now. Oh, this gem of a girl uplifts my spirits in such a refreshing way. It amuses me, and fosters an urge to explain further my tale, my journey to her.

  “It was most definitely a slow evolution to my realization of who I actually was. Now as for how I got the tattoo, that’s a long story as I said, and I believe for me to explain the marking and its meaning that I should start where all stories should, the very beginning.

  For this tale, that would be 1967. I was nineteen and enamored with what I guess you would call my first love. He was twenty years old, tall, and handsome. Paul Osborne was his name. I was so young, so naïve, and just open for experiences and adventures, curious, and he was just the man to teach me. I had a naturally bohemian spirit, and of course, the sixties were the perfect time to test that.” Shutting my lids, I am transported back in time. I can see myself again, long tan hair, highlighted from hours spent outside in the sun. The straight fringe falling just below my brows. Large expressive eyes, pert nose, perfectly shaped lips, constantly smiling.

  “I remember that one day perfectly. He picked wild flowers and placed them in my hair as we lay on a blanket under a tree listening to the radio, kissing, petting. It all seems so innocent when I think back on it now. It was broad daylight, but we felt we were hidden enough from anyone who may wander through that part of the park. In a way, I don’t think we cared. We were too far gone by this point. His hand was beneath my yellow mini dress, much as he had done many times before, slipping beneath my undergarments, teasing me, which I enjoyed very much,” I sigh a moment remembering.

  “Then, though, he did something that shocked me. Now, you have to understand, it was a different time then. I had only just discovered the excitement of having a tongue enter the lips on my face. So when he delved between my legs to kiss those lips, I loudly objected and tried to stop him. I thought the act was something vile, you see, but he protested that it was a joy to him as he would prove it would be a joy to me,” I wink at Akiyo, and she instantly flushes. “Once his lips touched those,” I give a tilt of my head indicating downward, “I understood that he was indeed right. I had never experienced any sensation like that before. Even though I was still apprehensive of the act, as he continued the kiss, I begged him not to stop. His wicked tongue didn’t either not until I was screaming with my first ever climax.”

  I notice Akiyo has stopped her duties and is leaning against the window listening intently.

  “You see, I didn’t know at the time, but he was priming me for what was to come, which was so much more. When he climbed back up my body, I spurred his attempts to then kiss me as I was unsure that I wanted to taste the residue of my own arousal. So do you know what he did then?”

  Akiyo shakes her head, “No, what?” Her tone is one of pure inquisitiveness.

  “He dipped his finger back down, and brought it up to my face, shining with myself upon it. He pressed that finger to my lips and told me to lick it, and I did. He then, slipped it further in and onto my tongue and simply whispered, ‘Suck.’ Let me tell you, it was such a taboo task to even think of, much less act upon. There was a gentle sternness to his command which made me want to obey. Actually performing the task he asked reawakened the stirrings below. It was…erotic. Then when his mouth took mine, with my own taste still upon his, all I knew was that I wanted to feel everything all, all over again.”

  Akiyo has her tablet covering her face from her nose down.

  “Would you like me to stop, dear? Have I offended you? I’m terribly sorry if,” but I am interrupted.

  Akiyo cuts in, “No, no, Libby. I’m sorry. I…No, you haven’t offended me. Please continue,” the poor girl’s neck and portion of her chest that is visible above the scrub top is fire engine red.

  “As I mentioned, we had spent much time in innocent play with each other. I had, however, never actually seen or touched Paul, nor anyone before him. I fumbled with his jeans, the hard ridge of his erection straining against his zipper. He helped me in my struggle, pushing his jeans down and footing them off to the ground, and I was held in fascination of the sight of his stiff, thick cock presented before me. Apprehensively, I held my hand just an inch away from it, stroking the air, almost afraid to really touch him. When my fingers made contact with his skin, the thing twitched. I was startled when seeing the beast had a life of its own. I knew at that second, that I would be a slave to this entity that was attached to men. I can honestly say, thinking back over the years of the many that I have since seen, that Paul was in fact well endowed.”

  I curl both of my hands and place them one on top of the other, pausing to spread where my fingers on each hand touch apart slightly. I nod toward my imaginary clasped shaft indicating what I remembered to be its size in length and girth, then smile. “Yes, I studied his member for a while, the thought crossing my mind about its size and how that thing would actually fit inside of me. Paul allowed me to stroke and trace his shaft and head, my face inches away from this rock hard rod. I was mesmerized by the velvety softness of his skin there and the heat of the flesh. Being emboldened by his slight groan from my touches, I cupped his, um, package below, enthralled by how they rolled about inside the skin. Hesitant, I gently pulled at them, squeezing softly at the same time. Then I went back to his entrancing shaft. There were thick veins protruding from the base to the tip of his organ, and I swear that I stared so intensely that I could see them pulsating. Hypnotized by that, I used the tip of my tongue to try and trace the lines.” I shrug. “I didn’t get very far. Paul actually growled, and grabbed me beneath the arms, dragging me up his body, flipping me on my back so that I was pinned beneath him.”

  When I close my eyes, I am right there again. “I did want more. Oh, yes, he sensed it too, what I was yearning for. He knew exactly what he was doing, perfectly. Once again, he took my mouth. As the kiss became more passionate, his hand traveled back down working me into a frenzy, in and out.

  Lost in those unfamiliar, yet unexplainably magnificent feelings, he took me, right there on that blanket in a swift, plunging stroke.” I open my eyes, thinking back before I speak. “You know, I don’t actually recall the pain that took place, but I know it happened because I remember him becoming very still and gently kissing my lips, cheeks, chin, and forehead. Now, well now, I only recall the exquisite pleasure when he began to move, rocking his hips against mine.” I bring my hand to my lips recalling the feeling of his lips against mine, his body pressing into mine. My smile is broad, and little butterflies tingle my stomach at the memory. “You see I have heard horror stories from ladies about their first time and how painful it was causing them to shy away from so much and not enjoy sex. Not me, he was a very considerate lover who made my first time,” sigh, “unforgettable. I discovered that I enjoyed making love very much, and he was equally willing to help me start exploring more than I thought was possible in the ways of carnal pleasure. I was an eager student. I am forever thankful to him, for he was the beginning of me seeing past what we called ‘hang ups’ back then on sexual taboos. Even though, one may find it silly now, just those simple acts surrounding his taking my virginity, were major stepping stones to finding what I would eventually seek out and enjoy, so far beyond the oral pleasures.”<
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  “Now, remember the part when I told you about Paul asking me to suck his finger? There was something in his tone, his command when he told me to take his finger. It was so erotic to me, being told to perform, especially an act that was so forbidden. A part of me simply melted when he did that, and there was a feeling of indescribable pride knowing that I had pleased him when his finger was in my mouth watching the smile spread across his face. I wasn’t sure why I felt that way. I just knew it sparked a desire inside of me for more, however, I did not know what exactly that ‘more’ was. We ended a few months later as most young loves and lusts often do. It was the height of the sexual revolution anyway, so needless to say, a relationship was not really on my mind at the time. I will tell you that I was instinctively attracted to very strong men, not necessarily in the physical sense, mind you.” I put a finger to my lips in thought for a moment. “It is very hard to describe what they emanated exactly. The men that I was drawn to had a certain commanding presence about them, as if they were always in control, in charge of situations, themselves, and others.”

  Akiyo is silent for what seems like forever. A round of wracking coughs begins causing pain in my chest. Akiyo is by my side with a cup of water and patting my back to help. When the series of hacking ceases, I sink into the pillow.

  Akiyo asks, “Shall we continue later, Libby? You will become overly tired and completely drained if we don’t pace you.”

  CHAPTER THREE

  I hope things look up soon. I have been sleeping most of the time. A few days ago after another round of chest x-rays, the doctors discovered that an abscess in one of my lungs had developed which was causing me to worsen.

  I have been kept somewhat comfortable on intravenous pain medications after the surgical procedure to rid the area of fluid. They tell me that I will have to stay even longer, as now my condition is graver than a standard ‘elderly patient with pneumonia.’ They will not give me a definitive prognosis of recovery either. They have added and changed my medications again. They tell me it is to try and fight the infections. I feel disheartened, despairing at times. I feel the need to talk, pass along my story since I have no legacy, no family to remember me.

  As usual when Akiyo comes to attend to me, I become clear-headed for short periods. She always opens with the usual questions, which I am sure she asks all of her patients. Somehow though, I feel she is genuinely and especially concerned when she inquires about my state and pain. When she begins conversation, and asks more personal, intimate questions, I don’t hesitate to answer. I feel a connection with her. Even during this relatively short hospital stay, I am coming to view her as a true friend.

  “Why is it that there are short times that I feel better and other times, as though I have one foot in the grave?”

  “It’s completely normal. You seem to be having more moments where you feel up to talking, which is a better sign,” Akiyo fluffs my pillow and raises the bed some.

  “Better?” I sigh a laugh, “If you say so.”

  “Do you feel up for continuing our talk, Libby?” her voice is eager. Akiyo pulls a chair from the wall in the room and sits next to the bed.

  “Well, you’ve never gotten comfortable before,” I am amused.

  “You’re still awake, and my shift technically ended fifteen minutes ago. I thought I’d stay and visit for a while. That is if you don’t mind.”

  “Oh, I’d love that!” She is always such a pleasure, to the point of becoming an addiction of sorts. Truth be told, I’ve been enjoying sharing my life story. I have never gotten to share it with anyone else before.

  “As I recall, I was telling you about the men that I began dating, men of strong will and desire. However, I had not found what I was seeking until one gentleman I encountered could in point of fact sense it in me. He told me that there was a specialness to me that he would bring out. I had no clue what he meant. I just knew that I was inexplicably drawn to him. A moth to a flame, as they say. The tone of his voice when he spoke to me, instructed things of me, commanded me, I was putty in his hands. It gave me great pleasure to please him in the bedroom. There were small directives at first. I believe it began with him clasping my wrists above my head the first time we had sex. Then, he told me that I had to keep my hands clasped behind my back when he entered the bedroom. So, if I were in there and standing and he would walk in, I’d automatically clasp my hands behind my back until he told me to come to him.” I lift a shoulder, “As I said, seemingly simple things. Then, though, the first time he smacked my rear when we were having sex was such a shock,” I lean over a bit to face Akiyo, “and I loved it.” I notice Akiyo doesn’t blush nearly as much anymore. “It was all very subtle, but still at that time, I think it was around seventy or seventy-one, I had never heard of other people doing these things in the bedroom. Gradually, he instructed me on what he expected of me and how I was to conduct myself in his bedroom. There were rules that I had to follow. To this point, punishments were not given yet. He was easing me into my role as a submissive. I knew I wanted more though, more than what we had done.”

  Akiyo interrupts, “I don’t quite understand. You enjoy being bossed around, controlled and told what to do?”

  “It’s a bit hard to explain, but no, not in all things. I enjoyed having my free will and autonomy in all other aspects of my life. Except one. For me, it’s a turn on in the bedroom, so to speak. There is an innate desire in me to completely turn off my mind and let the other person take full control of the situation, and of me. It excites me to somewhat let them do what they will with me, never knowing what they have planned, whether it will be mental or physical play, orgasms caused from more than just the actual act of sexual intercourse, mixing pleasure with a bit of pain, the surprise of thinking it will just be an evening of normal fun sex or switching into Dominant/submissive mode.”

  I can see Akiyo trying to comprehend and absorb what I have just said. When she nods her head, I decide to continue.

  “One day, I was looking in one of the nightstands, for goodness knows what, when I came across a stack of girly magazines.”

  Akiyo shrugs at me and jokingly says, “Some things never change, except now it would be his browser history.”

  I laugh, “True enough. You would think it was no big deal, but these were not run-of-the-mill nudie girls. These were filled with fetish pictures, bondage photos, whipping photos. You may even be familiar with some.”

  Akiyo’s eyes grow as wide as saucers, and she blushes.

  I am smiling, “He had some old magazines containing pictures of Bettie Page, her bondage series. They’ve become so mainstream, perhaps you’ve seen them.”

  “Oh, oh, yes, I know her, the pinup with the black hair? Some of my friends have her on T-shirts and what-not. Out of curiosity I looked and found photos of her with whips and things,” Akiyo relaxes.

  “Yes, she had a series of photos and films that were underground back in the fifties. They’ve held up to time,” I laugh. “Anyway, this gentleman caught me looking at these pictures, and he asked me very gently what I thought of them…would I like to try any of it?

  He sat on the bed with me as I flipped through pages of women in corsetry, bound, gagged, being spanked, paddled, eyes covered, strung up…I remember becoming very excited looking at these images. I told him that I did indeed want to do these things. As we sat together with me pointing out scenes that fascinated me, it was evident that he was aroused too.” I place my hand toward my lap and raise two fingers in the air, my brows lifting for emphasis. Akiyo giggles.

  “We did not do anything unusually kinky that day. We did, however, discuss options and parameters because though I was excited to try these things, and highly aroused at the thought of being the woman in those scenes, I was a little apprehensive. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to go as far as some of the photos depicted. I explained my nervousness to him, and he assured me playfully that he would not string me up from the ceiling and give me fifty lashes with a whip,” I smile
and wink, “the first time. He had a way of easing my worries. Then, I just waited, on edge of when anything would happen.”

  It wasn’t until a week later that I had entered his apartment and did not see him in the living area. He had heard me enter though, and called me to him in the bedroom. When I walked through that door, I knew it was time. He was standing with his feet shoulder width apart, arms folded across his chest, eyes smoldering, and a stern expression that I’d never seen before. I immediately dropped my handbag to the floor and assumed the position he expected, and that we’d talked about.

  He remained motionless, and calm, ‘Undress.’

  I slipped off my floral printed maxi dress and let it fall to the floor. I stood there nude, slightly trembling, my hands behind my back waiting for further commands. He circled me like a predator about to pounce on its prey.” I feel the chills I experienced in that moment, so many years earlier. Reliving it in my mind evoking the same natural reaction from my body itself. “He then told me, ‘On the bed, lie down,’ and I did. He pulled out lengths of rope from under his bed and tied me spread eagle to the railings of his headboard and footboard! He stood at the foot of the bed staring at his handy work, me on display, open for his scrutiny. I had a slight moment of panic and humiliation, but only for a fleeting second. As he stood staring between my open legs, my skin began to heat. Goosebumps formed all over my skin. My nipples hardened as if reaching out toward him.

  You see, he was not simply staring for the sake of my body, he was also checking for unmistakable signals that I was stimulated,” a chuckle comes forth, “and when my juices began to trickle, and my scent rose up, we both knew I most definitely was.”