by Jessie Cooke
“I don't want to hurt you, Alex…but you have to learn self-control. Do you understand?” Her soft hands were on his upper thighs and her fingers were playing along next to his balls. He moaned in ecstasy and said,
“Yes, I understand.”
“Good,” she said, taking those magic hands off him and moving away. He wanted to beg her to come back. He wanted to beg her to touch his cock. Alex had never begged for anything in his life. But he had a feeling that tonight was the start of a new way of thinking for him, and so far, he liked it.
She left him tied there with his arms straight up and his feet pulled almost all the way up off the floor for a long time. She used something to tickle him with for a while…a feather, he guessed. She touched him everywhere, sometimes soft, and sometimes not…everywhere except for his aching, oozing cock. When he finally felt her body pressed into his again as she loosened the straps around his wrists, he almost came just from that simple contact. He was so turned on and he wasn't sure if it was what she was doing to him, or the fact that the entire time he'd been picturing Izzy doing all of these things to him.
Once he was freed of the restraints she said, “You can lower your arms down to your sides.” His arms felt heavy as he lowered them, and his shoulders ached like they did after a hard work out. His legs were shaky too and she must have noticed because she asked him, “Are you able to walk into the other room?”
With confidence he didn't feel he said, “Sure.” He felt her small hand slide into his and as she led hi across the room, the sounds of her clicking heels competed with the sounds of his heavy breathing. When she stopped moving he stood with his arms at his sides, but he was aching to reach out and touch her. If he could feel her body, he'd know for sure if it was Isabelle. He remembered every inch of that gorgeous body even though he'd only seen it twice and felt it once. He dreamed about her every night and the way she looked, felt and even smelled was etched into his memory. He was almost convinced already that this was her, but if he could just get his hands on her he'd know for sure. He lifted a hand and felt the crack of her whip along the back of it.
“Did I give you permission to touch me?”
“No Mistress, I'm sorry.”
She smacked his hand again. The nuns used to do that to him in school, but the shock waves of lust it sent through his body now, had been absent back then…thank goodness. He felt her turn her back to him again. His chest was touching her skin. She was so soft, and warm. Not touching her was like torture.
He heard a door open and her hand moved up to his shoulder. She gently nudged him through the door and once he heard that one close, he felt the blindfold being untied and pulled off his face. He'd been blindfolded for a good hour or so, and the room around him was completely dark so all he could see of her was an even darker silhouette. He was blinking his eyes and trying to get them to adjust to the darkness when at last he felt her hand wrap around his cock. He groaned as she began to stroke it…slowly…almost painfully slow.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” he grunted out. “Mistress.”
“You want to come?”
“Yes…please, Mistress.”
She laughed and let go of his cock. “Too bad. I'm not ready yet…and you better not come until I'm ready, got it?”
He tried not to groan as he answered her. His eyes were beginning to adjust to the light and he could make out more of her body. She was dressed in a black bra and thong…leather, he thought. Unfortunately most of her face was covered by a mask like the ones they wore in Mardi Gras, with black eyes, and her dark hair was pulled back into a tight knot on top of her head. But if she wasn't Izzy…Levi had done one hell of a job describing her and getting him a lookalike.
16
While his eyes continued to adjust, he let them flit around the rest of the room. Like the other one, there were mirrors everywhere. There was also something that looked like the thing gymnasts vaulted over…Alex thought they called it a horse. He was still trying to take in the rest of the room when he heard a click and lit was suddenly flooded with light. He had to close his eyes for a second and block out the penetrating light. When he reopened them, he could see that there was a table with all sorts of strange tools on the far side of the “horse,” and the only one that Alex did recognize was a purple dildo. It was about six inches long and at least three inches around. The woman stepped into his view at last then and he sucked in a breath. She was beautiful, or at least what he could see of her. Her body…Jesus fuck, she was hot. The bra and thong were definitely leather, and her small breasts were barely covered. He could see the dark circles of her areolas protruding just above the skimpy strip of material and the outline of her hard nipples pressing into the fabric. They were shaped the same as Izzy's, and his mouth watered just thinking about them.
His eyes ran down from those breasts to her flat stomach and then to the “V” between her legs that was covered with the scant piece of leather. She slapped the whip she was still holding against her right palm and then she slapped it hard into the vinyl “horse” behind her. “I want you to lean your body up against this thing, Alex. Reach down the legs on the other side and slide your hands into those leather restraints at the bottom and then wrap your hands around the metal bars there.”
Alex did as she told him. It was an awkward position with his ass completely exposed. He felt slightly humiliated even as he was slipping his wrists into the leather restraints as she'd told him to do. Izzy…he wanted to think of it as her, walked around behind him and he readied himself for a slap or smack on the butt. What he wasn't ready for was the feel of her hand sliding up between his legs and grasping onto his cock again. This time she wasn't gentle and she squeezed him slightly, making him throb and his thoughts went back to how badly he wanted to come. She must have felt him tense because she said,
“Don't you dare come,” she said this as she continued to stroke him…up and down, sliding her hand along his shaft and slapping his entire cock against the cold vinyl of the horse he was lying against. His head was spinning and everything in his body was on high alert.
He groaned loudly. “I'm not going to be able to hold it,” he said, barely able to talk.
“You better,” she said, “or you'll be very sorry.” She kept stroking him, bringing him closer with each movement of her wrist…he was holding it back, but it felt like it was killing him.
“Please Mistress, I need to come.”
'No. You'll hold it, control it.” That was when she used the palm of her hand to smack his ass. The sound of flesh against flesh only made his pending orgasm more urgent. She smacked him again, and again. His ass was in the air and she had free access to it. It hurt, a little, stung a lot and just about drove him crazy trying to hold back an orgasm that would probably be the largest of all time. He let out a sigh when she stopped…but even he wasn't sure if it was a sigh of relief or one of regret. He heard her walk away and then back again and this time the slap was from something hard and scratchy and the pain was incredible. He grunted loudly, and she said, “Did that hurt?”
“Yes Mistress,” he managed to push out.
“Then don't ask me if you can come again, okay?”
“I just don't think I can hold it…” That earned him another slap from the paddle, or whatever it was, and another and another. When she stopped she said,
“Do you want me to stop slapping that ass?”
“Yes Mistress…please…”
He heard her walk away and was almost afraid she was coming back with another implement of torture. He heard something that sounded like the rustling of ice cubes in a bowl and then he felt heaven on his ass and the backs of his thighs. She had the ice in her hands and she was massaging him all over with it. He could feel it melting and the water ran slowly down the backs of his legs, cooling his hot skin. He realized as the stinging of his skin began to recede, that the paddling had made him momentarily forget the aching of his cock. But her warm hands and the cool ice were be
ginning to send it signals again and he felt it start to pulse once more. She kept up the icing for a long time and then suddenly without warning, she shoved her cold hands up between his legs and gripped his cock with both of them. He spread his legs as much as he could and pushed his ass out further. She was sitting on the floor underneath him, massaging and stroking and every time his cock filled up to the point of overflowing, she'd pinch the base of his shaft with her fingers…hard, and stop him from spewing his hot come out all over the horse and her hand. She kept it up until he felt like he couldn’t stand it any longer. Once again he heard himself say,
“Please…I need to come.”
She squeezed the base of his cock again and said, “Nope. Not yet.” She stopped touching him and got up off the floor. This time when she came back as he was braced for another lashing, he felt something soft and rubbery slide down along the crack of his ass. When she got to his balls she hit a button and he realized that what she was holding was the fat dildo and she was using it to massage his balls. He'd never experienced anything like it…and if what she really wanted was for him to not come, she was going about it the wrong way. She let the smooth, fat, fake dick slide up along the shaft of his cock and she circled it around the head. He was groaning and moaning and biting his lips, trying not to beg her again. What she was doing felt so fucking good…he didn't want her to stop.
“You like that?” she whispered. He almost didn't hear her over the sounds he was making.
“Yes Mistress. I do.”
She took it and began to rub it all over his balls. The vibration sent sensations surging not only through his rock-hard cock, but throughout his entire body. He was trying to relax, but he didn't think he could manage to hold it much longer. “You want to come?”
“Oh God yes.”
“You want to come on this horse?”
“I'm ready to come anywhere, Mistress…”
“Anywhere?”
“Yes…anywhere!”
“Would you like to come in my pussy, Alex?”
“Oh God yes!”
“You called me Izzy earlier. Do you want to come in my pussy even if I'm not Izzy?”
That wasn't fair. He was in actual pain, he needed to come so badly. His head couldn't possibly answer that question correctly…he decided to just open his mouth and let whatever happened, happen. “No,” he said, almost surprising himself. “No Mistress, I'm sorry. I want to come in Izzy's pussy.” He felt her flip off the vibrator and stand up. He closed his eyes and waited for the slap, that didn't come. Instead he heard her walk around in front of him and she said,
“Look at me, Alex.”
He lifted his head and the woman in front of him reached up and took the knot out of her hair, letting the long, dark tresses spill out across her bare shoulders. He sucked in a breath while he watched her reach up and remove the mask with the black eyes and suddenly Izzy's beautiful blue ones were locked into his.
“Good answer,” she said, before reaching down and pulling the straps off his wrists. Alex wouldn't have thought he could even move, but as soon as he was loose, he stood up, moved around the horse and took her into his arms. She let him push her up against the mirrored wall and his hot mouth met hers and they locked into a kiss that sent shock waves through every nerve fiber in his body. His mouth slid down to her neck and he heard her moan as he locked onto it with his lips and began to suck at it. He brought his hand up and finally got his fingers on one of her hard nipples. He rolled and pinched and pulled at it and she made sexy noises that encouraged him. He nibbled on her nipple and licked at it and then licked his way across her chest to the other one where he did the same. He almost whimpered when he felt her push him back. He stood up and they stared at each other, both of them gasping and panting for breath. Then Izzy smiled and stepping around him, she walked over to the gymnastics horse and pulled her butt up on it. She spread those gorgeous legs and reached down and pulled the string of that leather thong over to the side. “Come suck my pussy,” she said, in that sexy, commanding tone she'd been using all evening. Alex didn't need to be told twice. He practically dove between her legs, happily licking and sucking at her soaking-wet lips. He found her clit and locked his lips down around it and he held it tightly and let his tongue flick back and forth across it, quickly. Izzy had her hands in his hair, and she was pushing his face down so hard to the point where he could barely breathe. Yet, he didn't stop licking, biting and sucking…not until she let out an almost piercing scream, dug her fingers into his scalp almost painfully and let her own orgasm flow all over his lips and chin.
As soon as she seemed to be coming down from her high, Alex was on his feet. He looked her into the eyes and loved the look of lust and satisfaction he saw there. With a smile he said, “Can I fuck you now Mistress…please?”
Izzy didn't answer him with words. She slid to the floor and when her feet were on the mat she turned toward the horse and pressed her hands into it. “Take off my panties,” she told him. Alex peeled them off her beautiful ass and down her legs. She lifted her feet, in those sexy shoes and let him pull off first one side and then the other and then he kissed his way back up her legs and across her round ass. He pulled himself back up to his feet and she said, “Now fuck me, but don't come without permission.” Alex couldn't wait to be inside of her, but he was a worried that he was going to come as soon as he was. He took his cock in his hand and lined it up with her opening. She pushed back, and the head popped up into her. Alex groaned and pushed forward, burying himself as deeply inside of her as he could get. “Fuck me hard,” she said. Alex had every intention of doing just that. He grabbed her by the hips and began to drill into her, fucking her like he'd never fucked a woman in his life. With each thrust her body slammed into the horse she was gripping onto. The sound of that only made him fuck her harder. As he did, she would let out a grunt or a groan and instead of stopping to ask if she was okay like he might have done in the past, those noises only egged him on and he fucked her even harder and faster. When he reached the point once again where he didn't believe he could hold back any longer he said,
“Mistress Isabelle, can I please come in your amazing, tight, wet, pussy?”
“Fuck yeah,” she said, for a second no longer in her persona. That was all he needed to hear. Alex exploded inside of her and the orgasm rocked him to his very core. At least a full three or four minutes passed as he rocked into her, coming the entire time. By the time he was completely empty and finally pulled back, she had it running down the insides of her legs and it was dripping onto the floor.
“Oh Jesus, Izzy…that was…”
She straightened up and slid around to face him. Taking his face in her hands, she kissed his lips softly. The contrast between that and the woman he'd just had sex with sent another flutter of lust racing through him. It was like she was two different people…and it fucking turned him on. “Amazing,” she whispered. So much better than “fine.” “But now you have to do something for me, Alex.”
“Anything, you name it and it's done.”
“Stay away from me. Don't call me, don't come by my work or my apartment…”
He was confused…again. “I don't understand.”
“I know, and I can't explain it right now, but I need you to trust me, and promise me, Alex.”
“No. I'm single, you're single…why shouldn't we be together?”
“I need you to agree to this Alex. If you do, I'll call you when we can be together. If not…then I'm sorry, but I can't see you.”
“What the fuck is this, Izzy? Is this about your control thing because that's fine, I'll let you be in control…”
“No, that's not what this is about. Please, just trust me.”
“No. I can't.”
“Then that's it, Alex, we're through.”
17
Three Months Later
“Isabelle!” The sharp, grating sound of Kelly's voice made Isabelle jump and the pins she had been holding onto in the hem of th
e model's slacks, pierced the other woman's skin.
“Ouch!”
Isabelle took the other two pins from out between her lips. “I'm sorry Violet.” She pulled up the trousers and checked Violet's thin ankle. “No blood, we're good.” She offered the tall, thin model a tight smile. Violet smiled back. Isabelle was lucky, most of the models were sweet and easy to work with, it helped buffer Kelly…some.
“Good,” Violet said, “I have a swim suit shoot tomorrow for Rags.”
“I'm really sorry. Why don't you go take a break and put some ice on it just in case? We can finish this after lunch.”
“Okay, thanks Izzy.” Isabelle smiled at her again and then as she got up from her position on the carpet, she reluctantly turned and looked at her boss. Kelly was dressed to the nines in one of the latest creations from one of the most popular designers at Rag's. She always looked immaculate and perfect and Isabelle thought it was quite a contrast to what she must look like inside. She pictured the woman's heart as black and her soul a smoky gray color.
“Yes Kelly?”
“What are you still doing down here? We had a meeting at ten am. It's ten-thirty now.” The studio where the photographers photographed the cover models was in the basement. Isabelle had a small space practically in a corner where she worked on the designs that she outfitted the models in for their shoots. She spent twelve hours some days, sewing together fabrics to create scarves and belts, gloves and even hats to compliment the clothing the models wore, and most especially, the makeup that was meant to be the focal point of the ads. Although she sometimes felt like she was back making costumes in a corner of the high school auditorium, she loved her job. She was doing at least a little of what she had dreamed of doing and she was proud of the results. She also found that the long hours at the office helped to keep her mind off Alex…she shook off that thought and told Kelly,