Somehow, in the middle of the tense conversation that followed that interruption, her attentions turned to John. Still in his position of subservient bliss, his arms slightly quivered with the effort to remain in place. Out of nowhere, Mistress Liliana produced a short crop I imagined was fashioned to her waist or thigh inside the long robe she wore. Funny, I had not noticed it before.
Liliana approached John. I saw him tense as he no doubt sensed her sudden shift in attention. Not to mention saw her creeping toward him. His thoughts would likely begin to spin through his mind as she came menacingly close, tapping her palm with the crop as she neared. This was confirmed by the look on his face and the way his eyes darted back and forth. Flaring nostrils indicating that his breaths were coming fast behind the ball gag, red rubber planted firmly between pearly white teeth .
As Mistress Liliana snaked past him, she trailed the crop across the side of his body facing her. Rounding the other side, she gave his ass a few firm, easy taps on either side. I smiled inside, she had been practicing. Again, she traced the crop down his other side. I watched his muscles clenching each time she withdrew the crop, never knowing when the next punishing blow would come. For a brief second, his eyes met mine, dark pools of submissive space. Blank, yet a deep flame within as Liliana arched her arm up slightly and landed the end directly in the center of his doughy flesh.
From behind the gag, John let out a moan and cry simultaneously. I watched his eyes roll back into his head, a sign of obvious ecstasy. Just as quickly, Liliana matched her mark on the other side, soliciting another groan from behind the rubber obstruction. John was quivering visibly, struggling to maintain the balance of the vase poised on his hips. Liliana giggled out loud and clapped her hands together in rapid succession.
“Very good, my slave. Keep still and don’t spill a drop!” She hissed through her teeth into his ear. Mistress Liliana tilted her head back and let out a loud and triumphant laugh. It made me shiver suddenly. I had never noticed the truly sadistic side of her until that moment. Liliana motioned for me to come toward her, to which I complied. Looking down at John a small sting of sympathy as I noticed that fixed into his anus was a large black plug. A circular red stone fixed onto the end to effectively decorate its wearer, so-to-speak. No wonder he was struggling so much, the pressure of the plug, in addition to holding his human furniture position must be a complete drain.
Mistress Liliana took a long draw of her Mimosa and sat down on the couch, planting her feet on top of John, ankles crossed. Perfectly pedicured toenails topped her short, elegant toes. She patted the couch next to her in attempt to have me join her. I pulled my cell phone from where I had stashed it before I reached her front door. The message light was flashing on the front. I put my index finger up as a signal for Liliana to give me a moment. She nodded and slumped back a little, her ample breasts popping up a little as she did so. The sting of arousal shot momentarily in between my legs. I shook my head and concentrated on my phone.
Pressing the screen, I realized I had two un-read messages and one missed call. I backed up several paces and turned away from Liliana before pressing the voicemail button and putting the phone to my ear. A representative at Dr. Daisy Marshall’s office had left a message. Confirming my first OB/GYN appointment for Monday at 9:30 AM. She gave directions and brief instructions on how to “present.” I was instantly glad I had moved out of ear-shot of the speaker.
The first text message was from Matthew. My heart leapt into my throat, a feeling I was becoming unfortunately familiar with lately. I glanced at the second message. Gordon! As quickly as I could move my finger, I pressed the message:
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My Leila, My Goddess,
I have delayed the delivery of your package since it is apparent you are not in. I will be back in town on Monday and hope to see you as soon as possible. My life is nothing without you.
Yours,
Gordon
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I immediately felt horrible. I had intentionally ignored his message earlier and he was trying to send me something. My mind buzzed with replies as I attempted to craft a firm, yet expressive message in return.
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Gordon,
I am sorry. I have been visiting with Mistress Liliana. I could not sit around my apartment any longer. Thank you for delaying. I should be home around 6:00 this evening. I am definitely glad to know that you will see me when you return. I have an appointment in the morning on Monday, but I can swing by the office on my way home.
See you then,
Goddess
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Smiling down at my phone, I pressed the back arrow and revealed the other message preview from Matthew. My head hurt slightly as I thought of pressing the message. In a haste, I decided to ignore it as I had the last one. Perhaps I would check them when I was home for the evening. My feelings for what was happening with Matthew could easily be reflected on my face and I did not want anyone to sense there was something amiss. In my mind, I hoped that he would understand the impossible position I was in.
My thoughts were shattered when someone cleared their throat loudly. I shook my head and looked up. Mistress Liliana looked at me, one eyebrow up, arms crossed, two fingers with long, manicured nails tapped her top arm. I felt myself blush as I turned my attention back to her. Shrugging my shoulders, I raised my phone up toward her.
“Sorry about that, Mistress,” I bowed my head forward, looking up at the last moment, I winked in her direction. Her scowl turned instantly into a smile with hungry undertones. I continued to explain, “I had a voicemail from my Doctor’s office. I have an appointment and they were confirming.” I stopped speaking when I saw it. The expression on her face instantly changed from what the kids call “butt-hurt,” to that of someone suddenly in the know. A lightbulb over her head would have been the finishing touch.
Not wanting to know what she was thinking, I crept back over to the couch. I had a sinking feeling that I was as transparent as plastic wrap on a hot, summer day. Clearing my throat, I quickly changed the subject .
“So, what are you planning to wear to the masquerade tomorrow night, Liliana?” Inside my head, an audible phew, passed through the back of my mind. I watched as Mistress Liliana’s gaze suddenly cleared and the sparkle returned to her dark eyes. I was glad to have supplied her with such an immediate distraction.
“I have so many options, but I do not think any are quite right. That is why I had hoped you would accompany me to a special boutique I know of in Beverly Hills to see if there is anything appropriate,” Liliana stopped speaking and looked hopefully in my direction. I pondered the timeline and decided that I had plenty of time to help her find the perfect outfit for the event we were both looking forward to.
“Great! I have a few hours, do you want to leave shortly since the time has a habit of slipping away, quickly,” I added a few eyebrow waves at my last statement to emphasize my intended humor. Liliana giggled again and clapped her hands together briefly. She spun on her heel and called over her shoulder that she would be ready in two shakes of a lamb’s tail. I laughed in response and sighed out loud. Out of the corner of my eye, John flinched and caught my attention. As soon as he saw me look down, his eyes snapped toward the ground again, head down, only a straining peripheral attempt to keep his sights on me. Without warning, a sadistic wave overcame me and I reached out and punished his naked flesh with my bare hand. Leaving behind impressive pink markings in the shape of my delicate hand. He whimpered behind the ball gag as I laughed and walked away from his shivering figure.
Serves him right, he was asking for it. Liliana would have done the same. The not-so-nice thought bounced around my mind a few times before settling into the archives of my self-imposed guilt. A place in my sub-conscious reserved for my most sinister thoughts and emotions. A place that I rarely accessed, but if pushed could be my most needed redemption. Tucked away, I would use that energy later in one of my sessions with Gordon. Or Matthew. A voice suddenly in
truded. My eyes flew open at the silent statement. Pangs of guilt came in waves until I heard the clicking of heels on marble approaching from behind.
Liliana emerged quickly in a pair of jet-black, skinny jeans and a flowy black, sleeveless blouse scattered with pin-sized white polka-dots. The blouse hugged her voluptuous curves and the jeans were so tight I could see every well- defined curve of her legs leading straight up to the v-shaped area in between her thighs. The memory of her lips lingering on mine flashed through my mind, awakening the desire to pull her into my intimate embrace again. She cocked her head to the side, a crooked smile upon her lips. Long, raven waves fell to her waist, complimenting her bust and accentuating her hour-glass figure. My mouth went dry immediately and I coughed as a slight tickle took over my throat.
I grabbed my water off of the table next to the couch and took a few sips. The cooling sensation was soothing as the water made its way down my throat. The spasm that had invoked the cough subsided. Liliana’s eyes sparkled, a gleeful expression fixed upon her features. In her hand, she held a small clutch, an impossibly thin strap intended for temporary use lay over the top. Without a word, she turned toward a doorway on the other side of the room, using her finger to gesture toward me once again over her shoulder as she disappeared into darkness.
We both slipped into her Mercedes as she opened the garage door with a remote fixed to the visor on the driver side. Liliana turned over her shoulder and carefully backed the car from its resting place and maneuvered it toward the driveway that led to the exit. As we drove toward the gate, she pressed the remote and the garage slid home behind us. She guided the car out to the freeway and merged into the endless sea of brakelights we now faced.
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Liliana was not kidding. Once we finally weaved through what seemed like hopeless grid-lock, we exited and a few turns later, pulled into the parking area of a brick, two-story building painted jet-black. I regarded the structure curiously. It was clear that the contents of the building were something of a mystery based solely on the color and small starbursts that swirled across the top, close to the roof.
My eyes were drawn to a detailed painting of a woman wearing a dark-red corset, her skin an exaggerated light tone and her breasts appeared as though they would spill over the top at any second. We entered through a backdoor. Liliana rapped a few short times on the metal door and it swung open. A short, stout man greeted us on the other side. His eyes flitted over us for several seconds before stepping aside allowing us to enter.
On the other side of the entry, a dark hallway greeted us. In the distance, dark music pulsed from an unknown source. I felt as though the walls were closing in on us, dark paint combined with low lighting gave the space the appearance that you were spiraling downward. The effect a complete success as my stomach suddenly was turning with the sight.
I took a few deep and cleansing breaths as I followed Liliana down the short hallway and turned left, exiting through a doorway guarded only by a black, beaded curtain with a cosmic scene painted on its surface in UV reactant paint. My eyes had some adjusting to do as we emerged on the other side. Black-lights throughout the room casted a purple glow onto every surface they covered. The music I observed earlier grew louder as we made our way through what appeared to be a lounge. Several white, plush couches were perched throughout the space, casting the purple-glow of the black lights in a soft reflection.
Mistress Liliana kept moving through the lounge, following her internal road-map of the maze we seemed to be headed into. A few short turns later, we exited the darkness into a larger space that was lit with soft, fake torches fixed to the walls in intervals around the room. A larger gentleman behind the counter nodded in greeting as we were freed from the darker realm we had just exited.
A small framed girl with short, pixie hair plastered to her hairline rushed up to Liliana’s side quickly. The grin on her face indicated she knew Liliana. My observation was confirmed as she folded Liliana into a quick embrace, taking special care to kiss her on either cheek before releasing her from her arms.
“Mistress! It is so wonderful to see you again! I have so many new items for you to see, you could not have come at a better time!” The elfish woman stopped speaking and looked on. Her energy radiated in short bursts, excited and positive. I couldn’t help but think I had seen her before.
The name badge she wore declared her first name in perfect penmanship. “Lola.” My mind searched its database in search of her identity as she discussed the reason we had come with Mistress Liliana. Her features were slight, small eyes burning into your soul if you allowed them to. I found myself avoiding her gaze as her eyes occasionally wandered in my direction. Shifting my weight from one foot to the other, I cleared my throat quietly to ease the strange tension I felt. It worked, a little.
After speaking with Liliana for a few moments, she disappeared as quickly as she had materialized, taking the feeling with her. I breathed a sigh of relief, prompting a curious glance from Liliana. When she reappeared, she had several black, dark purple and crimson red numbers slung over her arm. She carefully placed each choice onto hooks that where spaced out on the walls across the area. I chuckled to myself to think that I had thought the hooks were used for something else.
Liliana spent what seemed like an eternity trying on every single thing the elf presented, the girl’s smile waning slightly with each rejected gown. When she had finally narrowed down her choice to two, she swapped them out three times before asking my opinion. Her shoulders shrugging in the mirror, her eyes finding mine as she twirled around to meet my stare. The blood-red satin hugged her curves delightfully. A black, lace overlay finished with hand crocheted trim in long tear-drop shapes across the bust. At the waist, a full, black bustle of black satin mixed with taffeta twirled around itself forming a rose-shape fixed to the bottom of the corset. Lengths of black satin and taffeta were draped around the bottom in an alternating pattern. A smaller version of the delicate, crochet lace was sewn to the bottom of the corset, allowing the tear-drop shape to fall just below the hem .
“Absolutely beautiful,” I wasn’t lying. The gown transformed Liliana into another being altogether. In my perception, she was the most beautiful creature I knew. I gasped out loud and she smiled, pretending to be timid by putting her finger into her mouth and biting down. Her gaze caught mine as she looked up through lowered eyes, her eyelashes allowing me to glimpse her intense, smoldering stare. I held my breath, my lust once again attempting a takeover and ruining a perfectly good pair of panties.
“By that reaction, do I even need to try on the other?” her eyes were eating through me. I squirmed uncomfortably in the seat I had taken across from the dressing area. I gripped the arm of the sofa with my hands as she turned around slowly to reveal the full effect of the dress. By the time she came back around, I was nodding up and down with a foolish grin on my face.
“No! That is the one!” Was all I could muster.
“Wonderful!” Liliana clapped her hands together quickly, bouncing up and down as she did. For some reason, I didn’t seem to mind that much. In fact, I returned a smile that she seemed to genuinely appreciate. “Guess what?” Liliana beamed at me with a Cheshire grin that would scare away any normal person.
“What?” I decided to play her game. Her eyes continued to sparkle as she turned and shuffled through several beautiful gowns on the rack behind her. Finally, she stopped her quick dismissing of numerous breathtaking numbers and pulled one off the rack. Holding it toward me, she smiled and gestured for me to take it. I hesitated but finally took the gown from her arms.
It was better than anything I had ever seen. The overlay was black lace trimmed with beige. Along the edges, erratic rhinestones had been fixed. Underneath, the tan fabric shimmered in the light. Slivers of silver threading worked their way across the surface. It was a long, mermaid cut gown. A deep, v-shaped back allowed a continuous view of the wearer’s back down to the waist where it came together. For an instant, I spied t
he price tag. I almost choked, but the look on her face made me melt.
“Liliana, I can’t afford this dress,” I started to try and talk her out of it. Her response made her intentions immediately apparent. She stomped her foot down and pointed toward the dressing area. No question, just an instruction. Strangely, I obeyed immediately.
The dress fit me perfectly. I glanced at myself at all directions in the dressing room mirror before deciding to exit and let her see. Vaguely, I noticed that my belly did appear to be protruding a little more than I expected it to so soon. I made a mental note to ask the doctor if it was normal to notice those things so early. It wasn’t so noticeable, however, and the dress did indeed look fabulous on me.
I took a deep breath and threw the curtain aside to the dressing room. Mistress Liliana waited patiently on the other side, already perusing the accessories. When I opened the curtain, she was eyeing a clutch whose price-tag would probably make me lose my lunch. Liliana took in my appearance and twirled her finger around. I again obeyed.
Liliana let out a long, slow whistle between pursed lips. A growl worked its way up her throat and out her mouth before she could stop herself.
“Excuse me, Goddess, it’s just that I could just…eat you up,” she finished with a low moan that came across the room toward me in waves. My whole body reacted in a lustful tug toward her. I shook my head and refused the sensation any at tention. Instead, I looked down, I could feel myself blushing. My skin was no doubt a deep crimson color by then.
“Shut up!” I retorted, a playful flick of the wrist flicking my hand in her direction. I was desperately trying to mask the undeniable gravitational pull she was putting on. I retreated and quickly took the dress off and returned to my reasonably priced summer dress and sweater ensemble. When I came back out with the dress over my arm, one of the associates took it gently from my arms and began to wrap it up in tissue instead of returning it to the rack.
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