NEW GRAPHIC NOVEL ON DEVELOPMENT
The Red Dominatrix (A Femdom Novel)
Sunday, May 7, 2017
Friday, December 25, 2015
Thursday, April 30, 2015
JEZZEBEL
It was ten
in the morning, I was making a late start because I hadn’t sleep enough the
last night.
I was
dressed with my everyday clothes, a Hello Kitty pink t-shirt, blue leggings and
pink Converse shoes. I wasn’t wearing a bra and my long red hair was flowing
free. Today my hair was colored blood bright red.
So I just
grabbed a cup of coffee for breakfast and my cigarette pack and headed to the
drawing room.
Sophie was
there, working already. The cute petit blonde was wearing one of her usual
woman office suits, very tight gray jacket and formal pants, and she was
wearing stiletto high heels black leather sandals that showcased her beautiful
small feet. The girl was seated on a sofa, legs crossed and her Mack Book flip
open on her lap. A cup of hot green tea and an apple were over a table next to
her.
That could
had been a normal sight, aside from the stark naked man in front of the girl,
the guy was staying on his fours over the parquet floor, his face just
millimeters away from the girl dangling little foot.
“Who is
it?” I asked.
“This is
Phillip Trevor, he was appointed for a session today with you.”
I walked
around him, smoking.
The man was
a forty something guy, he was ugly with a fat soft body and a hanging belly.
There was a shiny bald spot on the top of his head.
“This pig
wants to be your slave and schedule regular Femdom sessions.”
“Superb!” I
said watching at the front garden through the windows. “Does Henrik hasn’t come
yet?”
She shook her head while typing at the
keyboard, I wonder how she could do that with the amazing sharp long nails of
her fingers.
“He will
come at any moment, he phoned from the airport, he’s already here. It seems his
fly from Mexico was nice and smooth. Hey! Look at this! Do you want me to buy
you an Avenger’s Black Widow costume? I’m buying some stuff with Mister Trevor
credit card!”
“I would
never wear that kind of thing!” I said with a hand on my hips. “Have you seen
an ashtray?”
Sophie
looked at me above her gold rimmed glasses.
“Well, you
can use Mister Trevor! Stick your tongue out, you pig!” She commanded sternly
to the man who was standing on his fours like a dog.
The poor
devil sighed and opened his mouth extending his tongue, presenting it at us.
I flicked
the cigarette dropping the red hot ashes over the man´s tongue. He flinched
enduring the pain, whining through his throat. I wondered how the hell Sophie
selected this guys.
I went over
him, straddling him, taking seat over his back.
He winced
and howled in pain.
“Hey!” I
said. “I don’t weight so much!”
“…Sorry…
Miss…” He apologized with an aching voice. “I have a problem on my lower back,
and old injury, a lumbar herniated disc, Miss.”
“Ouch!” I
said moving forward, shifting my weight to his upper back, on the space between
his shoulders. “Poor doggy!”
Sophie put
her computer away, over the table, and pointed at the man with her index
finger.
“Any other
health condition we should know, Mister Trevor, before we move forward with,
your slave training.”
She moved
her foot, resting the stiletto steel heel of her sandal just over the man’s
forehead. The girl dug the heel pushing the man’s head backward.
It was a
clashing contradiction watching the petite delicate female behaving in such a
tyrannical and domineering way.
“I have
problems with my right knee, Mistress. I also take medications to control my
high blood pressure.”
Sophie took
a sip at her green tea, then took a leather wallet and fumbled at the content.
“And you
are married?” She asked.
“Yes,
Mistress. That’s the reason that I asked you to not do any punishment that
could left permanent marks or scars on me.”
“That
doesn’t sound funny!” I chuckled.
Sophie had
produced some photographs from inside the wallet.
“Hey! Show
me those pics!” I demanded.
I took them
from her hands.
“Is this
your wife, doggy?”
I extended
the photo, showing it to the man. He nodded.
“She’s so
ugly!” I laughed. “Looks like an old toad! Do you fuck her?”
“No, Miss.
Not anymore, even if I wanted, I have erectile dysfunction.”
I look at
another pictures.
“Wow! Who
are these two chicks? Umm, they’re pretty!”
“My two
daughters, Miss.”
“You’re a
dirty pig, they’re around our age!”
Sophie slid
her heel down, along the man’s forehead, down to the side of his nose, she dug
the heel hard on the corner of his mouth.
“So you don’t want scars or marks, eh?” She
teased. “You could tell some lie to your wife, maybe that you were mugged, or
something like that!”
“He will be
mugged on a regular basis!” I said. “That will be hardly believable! We could
Google for some kind of tortures that left no mark, some CIA interrogation
technique maybe. I guess that breath play could be an option.”
“But, isn’t
that dangerous?” Asked the wannabe slave.
“Of course.
But driving is dangerous too, you just have to take precautions!”
We heard
the main door opening and the sound of steps on the hall.
Heinrich came
into the drawing room, he was wearing one of his nice black suits. He didn’t came
alone, a beautiful teenage girl was trailing behind him.
“She’s Jezzebel!”
Told us Heinrich.
What could
I say, the girl was gorgeous. She had a slim body, athletic and voluptuous at
the same time. Her boobs and buttocks were incredible. Her eyes were jet dark,
as her long silky hair. Her bronze light skin was beautiful, creamy sun kissed
mocha.
The girl
was totally clad on black leather: a jacket, some tight trousers tucked inside
biker’s boots and long gloves were covering her hands.
“Don’t tell
me, she is going to go into an audition for a new Underworld movie?” I asked,
jumping to me feet, for the relief of the poor man who was standing on his
fours like a dog, I’d been seated on his back for quite a long time already.
“She is
Lilith.” Said Heinrich. “And she is Sophie.”
“Weird dyed
job!” The teenager girl said to me. “And you’re a cutie blonde, you looks like
an elf girl!”
Sophie
stood up too, hands at her hips, she was lovely and powerful on her woman gray
executive suit and high heel stiletto sandals.
“And what
are you supposed to be?” Asked the pretty blonde, her petit sandaled foot was
stomping over the parquet floor.
“She´s my
partner!” Stated Heinrich.
“What!”
Both of us yelled at the same time.
“Hey,
girls!” He answered back. “Could we seat for a moment and talk about this?”
He took
seat on a leather sofa, hauling Jezzebel next to him.
Sophie made
a pout and fell flat over the naked slave back.
“Oh! God!
My back!” Yelled the old man almost crying.
The blonde
girl seated over him like if he were a human bench.
“Lilith,
could you fetch me a drink?” Told me Heinrich, he was so good on his sport
black suit. His blue eyes were shining, he was well tanned, and his blond gray
hair showed a recent crew cut that looked awesome on him.
“Yeah!” I
said moving to the nearby bar. “A whisky on the rocks, right?”
He nodded.
“And for
you, Jezzebel?”
“A beer
will be, do you have Corona?”
“Of
course!” I said. “What about you, Sophie, want a beer, too?”
She rolled
her eyes at me.
“You know
that I don’t drink alcohol! Just give me a mineral water, genius!”
“Who’s
him?” Asked Heinrich.
“Whom?”
Shot back Sophie, with an annoyed voice.
“The naked
man you are seated on?”
“Oh, this
is Mister Phillip Trevor, our new part time slave. Mister Trevor, this is my
father, Heinrich Schliemann.”
“It’s an
honor to meet you, sir.” Grumbled the fat man with a great effort, no doubt, his
back was killing him by now.
“Nice to
meet you, Trevor, I hope my daughters are giving you a good time.”
I handled a
glass of Jack Daniels to Heinrich and one opened bottle of beer to the brunette
beauty next to him.
“Just for
the record, I’m a natural redhead, my hair is carrot orange, although I use to
enhance its color with different tones.”
Jezzebel
gulped drinking from the bottle.
“Ok, Red,
you can call me Jezz!”
I half
smiled and went back to the bar and took a bottle of mineral water for Sophie
and another Corona for me.
“Heinz!
What the hell are you thinking?” Sophie asked with an angry but controlled
voice. “What’s the age of this girl? I even think that is illegal to give her a
beer!”
“We met in
Mexico city!” Said Jezz, she talked with a heavy sort of American Spanish accent.
“We fell in love and we decided to get married.”
Now the
blue eyes of Sophie were wide open like plates.
“Cheers! That’s
quite news!” I said taking seat next to Sophie over the upper back of Trevor.
The poor old man clenched his teeth making an effort to stifle a howl of agony.
“And how
did you meet, guys?” I asked, ignoring at my blond friend who was staring with
her mouth opened.
“Oh, Henrik
took me out of jail.” She said nonchalantly.
“And what the hell where you doing in the
jail?” Sophie asked with shock.
“I just was
there for killing a man!”
I spilled
my beer, spraying it at Schliemann´s pants.
“Hey! Now I
will have to change cloths!” He said. “And there’s an explanation for that!”
Henrik offered. “It just sounds worse than it is.”
Sophie
blinked.
“You got
mad, don’t you?” The blond girl asked. “Did you do a legal marriage? With an
underage foreign unknown girl?”
He took a
glance at his wrist watch.
“You know
what? I need to go, I have a business meeting at one o’clock. You know how the
work is. Girls, help Jezz with her luggage, and make her feel at ease and at
home, please. We will go for a dinner out, tonight, all of us, ok?”
And he
left, just like that.
Jezzebel
got at ease on her chair, crossed her legs and took a drink from her beer.
“So, you
both are on the Dominatrix stuff, kinky!”
Sophie was
like a boiling pressured saucepan. She was about to say something when the man
under us slumped falling flat over the parquet floor.
“What you
doing, stupid worn!” She yelled, very angry.
We stood
up.
“Sorry,
Goddess. My back! It’s killing me, I couldn’t withstand anymore.” Apologized
the pathetic ugly old man, who was lying on the floor.
“And that’s
your excuse, you worn?” Asked the pretty blonde. She stepped her stiletto high
heel over the lower back of the man and pressed hard down.
“Please,
stop! Don’t do that!” The old man shouted, there were real tears coming down
his eyes.
“How you
dare to give orders to me, you piece of shit!”
She stomped
his lower back, viciously digging the heel. She put all her weight directly on the
heel of her sandal, the girl could be small and petite but the sharp needle
stiletto heel dug hard making a hell of pain and damage.
“…Sophie!”
I said, the girl was walking and stomping all over the man´s back. “You’re
upset and in a bad mood, you should take a rest!”
It was a
dangerous thing to play any kind of Femdom action when the Dominatrix was angry
or irritated. She could make some dangerous injury.
“Sophie!
You are hurting him!”
She even
jumped over the back of her sub. The man wriggled, clenching the fingers of his
hands and feet.
“Please!
Sophie!” He pleaded. “I can’t move, oh my column.”
She jumped
to the ground.
“The hell
with all of you, give the cloths to this pig and kick his ass out of my house!”
She said. “I’ll be upstairs!”
She left
the room making a hard sound with her stiletto heels.
“She’s not
always like that!” I said to Jezzebel. “Can you hear me? Mister Trevor?” I
asked to the man.
“I can’t
move, from my waist down.” He compliant.
He could be
badly hurt.
“Let me
check him!” Offered Jezzebel.
The black
raven hair beauty stood up. She squatted down, and produced a shiny silver
automatic tactical knife.
“What the
hell are you going to do?” I asked blinking at the sight of the weapon.
She pricked
the man’s buttock with the tip of her knife.
He groaned.
“You still
can feel!” She said. “It couldn’t be so bad then. You cannot move but still can
feel pain, very convenient!”
She smiled
mischievously.
I shook my
head.
“Mm… Jezz,
the man stated that he didn’t want scares…” I warned.
“And you will
obey devotedly. What happen with you, girl? It’s supposed that you are the
Mistress, you are in charge, he’s the slave, and he must do and endure whatever
you throw at him.”
“Well, you
see, this really don’t work like that…” I started to explain but she wasn’t
hearing. She was carving her name over the back of the man. She was pinning the
man’s arms with her legs. He was totally at her mercy. A bloody Jezzebel could
be read now over his back, wrote with bright red blood.
“Yeah, this
is gonna left a scar!” Jezzebel said. “You will have something to remember me!”
She stood
up and kicked him hard in the ribs. The steel toe black leather biker boot
boomed against the poor old man bones.
“I think
you just have some dislocated bone. I could try to fix it!”
She stomped
the flat thick sole of her biker boot over his lower back. She climbed over the
man, putting her whole weight over him.
“C’mon,
Red. Aren’t you going to help me?” Jezzebel said to me.
“That’s
crazy.”
“Don’t be
foolish! I took some chiropractic lessons, trust me I know what I doing!”
“Chiro…
what?” I said, getting near.
“I mean I
can fix his back, but I need your help, come, and climb up!”
“Are you
sure!”
“Yeah!”
I put my
Chucks shoes over the man shoulders.
He started
to grumble again, having to endure the full weight of two woman over his beaten
back wasn’t an easy thing to do.
I was over
him, hardly keeping the equilibrium.
“Give me
your hands!” Ordered Jezzebel. “That’s perfect! Now jump!”
“What?”
“Jump!
Look, this pig have a dislocated bone, we just have to put it back into place,
and besides he can’t go to his home like this.”
“We could
call an ambulance. Isn’t?”
“And what
the hell are you going to tell them?”
She had a
point.
“Are you
sure you know this is going to work?”
“Trust me!”
“Ok.”
And I
jumped, stomping my shoes flat over the man shoulders. He cried like a mad.
“More
force! You must jump higher!”
So I did
it. I landed with a crack. I thought it were his ribs crunching.
“Did you
hear it?” I asked.
“Of course,
you are setting his bones! Now help me, you must hold me while I jump!”
Jezzebel
began to jump over the lower back of the man. She jumped very high and landed
hard over him, stomping the thick soles of her black leather boots. We took
turns, jumping all over his back. The cut on his flesh was also bleeding, his
skin become sticky all soaked with his sweat and blood. The soles of my shoes
got dirty.
“Let’s stop
this!” I said. “He´s back is turning slippery!”
I jumped
down to the parquet floor.
“Mister
Trevor?” I asked to the man. “Mister Trevor!”
“What
happen?” Enquired Jezzebel, hands at her hips, still standing over the man’s
lower back.
“He’s
unconscious!” I exclaimed. “And it seems he’s not breathing!”
The girl
climbed down and sent a powerful kick to the man’s ribs. He coughed and spitted
a lot of phlegm. But he didn’t wake up.
“He looks
bad!” I said. “Better we take him to a hospital!”
“Ok! Let´s
do it!” Agreed Jezzebel. “But we will need help! This pig must weight a ton!”
I was
scratching my head, wondering what to do next. I couldn’t go for Sophie, the
small girl was vexed and she would be of little help. Yeah! I thought, mister
Baker, John was chained on the basement, he was a big and strong muscle young
boy.
“Wait here,
I’m going for help, just don’t kick him anymore. Ok?”
“Ok!”
I went
hurriedly to the basement.
Down there
I found John. The man was seated on a chair, naked, handcuffed behind his back,
and his ankles were tied to the chair’s legs. Sophie had put him on that
position to prevent him from jerking. It had worked, judging by the hard rock
erection of his monumentally big cock. Drops of precum were glistening on the
tip of his cock.
“Oh, honey!
At least! Have you come here to punish me?” He enquired longingly.
“No time
for that, John!” I shouted squatting behind him. “Where the hell are the keys
of this thing?”
“I don’t
know for sure! Sophie teased me saying she throw them at the toilet and flushed
them down!”
I smacked
my forehead.
“That sick
pixie girl!”
I looked
around searching for some tool.
“How can I
open this damn things?” I screamed.
“Seek at
the shelf on the right! There is a heavy duty bolt cutter there! Sophie was
threatening to cut my balls and dick with it. What’s happening?”
“There’s a
situation!” I said fumbling at the boxes stacked on the shelf. I throw the
stuff at the floor. There were many heavy tools.
“It was
down.” John said. “It’s the big yellow tool.”
I looked at
the lower panel, over there was a long tool, resembling some kind of giant
pliers, made of black metal with brightly yellow plastic covering the handles.
Wow! The
fucking thing was really heavy.
I took it
and went in front of the man, I stopped, legs open and holding the tool upward
with my two hands. His cock began to throb.
“Oh! Stop
been a pervert for a while, please!”
I hurried
behind them and applied the cutting blades of the tool to the chains that were keeping
the cuff together.
“Shit! This
is harder than I thought!”
“That
because they are real, army standard handcuff!” He said.
I applied
more pressure and fought until the chain snapped.
“Now on
your feet and follow me!” I ordered. “Quickly!”
He went
behind me. We rushed to the drawing room.
Jezzebel
was reclined on the sofa, she was relaxed, merrily smoking a cigarette. Mister
Trevor was still lying on the floor. One side of his face was full covered with
blood and one of his ears was missing.
“Are you
mad? What the hell you have done?” I exclaimed in horror.
She held
her automatic knife up, showing it to us, skewered on the blade was Mister
Trevor’s ear.
“I took
this as a token” She explained. “Just to show him that his a slave and his
whole body belongs to his Mistress!”
I was
gasping totally shocked.
Jezzebel
fixed her sight on John’s genitals. The colossal manhood was dangling free
behind his muscled legs, a pair of orange size balls, and an erect long and
thick cock that resembled a steel rod.
“Wow! Who’s
your friend I could take a token from him, too!”
She pointed
to his balls with her bloody knife. John shivered.
“You’re a
psycho!” I shouted. “That man is bleeding, we need to take him to a hospital!”
“Relaxed,
Red!” She said smiling. “I already cauterized the wound on his ear!”
She blew a
cloud of smoke.
“But his
unconscious and his back is damaged, he need medical treatment. C’mon John,
help me to put him in the SUV!” I ordered.
He put the
man on his back, and passed his arms under Trevor’s arms and hauled him out.
“I can with
him, Lilith, just lead me to the car!”
We went
outside. I was ahead, John was behind pulling the knocked out fat man and
Jezzebel was following us. We reached my Nissan SUV.
“Put him
back on the cargo bay!” I commanded.
He did it.
“Now the
keys are in the ignition!”
“Do you
want me to drive?” He asked.
“Of course,
I don’t know how!”
“But I’m
naked! And I don’t know the city, you should go for Sophie.”
“I would
prefer not to bother her, really!”
“Oh, guys…
I can drive!” Offered Jezzebel.
“Ok! Let’s
go!” I ordered.
I seated
next to her, and John put himself crunched on the back seat.
“The
hospital is at the other side of the city!” I explained.
“Show me a
low traffic route, Red. We must avoid main roads!”
I nodded
and we went into motion.
“Check if
he is breathing.” I said turning back to John.
“Don’t worry,
it looks like the old man’s still alive!”
We were
crossing a narrow lonely and desolated back alley. Jezzebel stopped the car.
“What are
you doing?” I asked.
“We are
going to dump the pig here!” Specified the dark hair girl.
“What?”
“Listen! We
can’t enter to a hospital with this guy. They will make questions. What are you
going to tell? That this is a deviated kinky sick who paid you to be tortured
by you? They will call the police. Better we dumped him here and we can talk to
nine-one-one from a street phone later, we can say we saw a fat old man been
mugged.”
I granted,
the girl had brains, I didn’t had think about it. I hadn’t a plan. Just showing
myself at a hospital?
“Ok, we’ll
follow your plan!”
We went out
of the car.
John opened
the back hatch and threw Trevor out, the fat man fell hard over the asphalt
road, next to one garbage container.
“Now, get
off the car, John!” Ordered Jezzebel, the cinnamon skin girl had produced a
pistol. She was holding the weapon with both hands aiming to the man.
I jumped
aside screaming.
“No! Please
don’t do it!” Pleaded the poor Mister Baker.
“You will
be fine! You jerk! If you follow my orders! But refuse to obey and I will open
another hole on your body!”
“…What you
want me to do?”
“Start
stroking your cock!”
“What?”
“Just do
it!” She yelled.
He grabbed
his member with a hand and began to pound at it. He got hard pretty soon, it
was easy. He have been in forced chastity for five days already.
“Hands off,
boy!”
He obeyed.
His hard and gigantic cock was throbbing. It was hard rock.
“Now, John,
you are going to take Mister Trevor and put him on his knees, just over the cardboard
box against the wall. Nice, now I want you to fuck the old faggot!”
“Woman, you
are crazy!”
“Just do
it!” She yelled cocking the pistol.
The man
went pale.
“But I’m
not gay!”
“I don’t
fucking care!”
He gulped
and turned. He held Trevor with his arms and put him against the box. He spread
his legs, then looked for the ass of the fat man, John hesitated holding his
cock with his hand just in front of the hole.
“Don’t
refuse!” Shouted Jezzebel.
I was
frozen I couldn’t move.
John took a
deep breath, he closed his eyes and penetrated the old man ass.
“Yeah, go,
deeper, tear the faggot apart!”
John began
to fuck the fat man doggy style. His big hard throbbing cock went in and out
with quick thrusts. John wanted to end quickly. He even began to gasp and moan,
it seemed that Trevor virgin ass was very tight. John thrust hard, his hands
keeping hold of the old man hips. His cock began to twitch as he reached
orgasm. He cried while his load was shot inside the old man ass. He threw his
head backward. He shot a huge load, trembling with the long orgasm. He finally
stick his dick out.
“Get out of
the way!” Jezzebel ordered.
The young
girl got near the old man. She landed a powerful hard kick at the man’s belly.
Her biker steel toe boots crashed hard against the soft flesh. She began to
kick the man fiercely. The girl sent kick after kick to the poor devil, she
kicked everywhere, at his belly, his ribs, testicles and head and face. He
endured a hell of a kick storm.
She finally
stopped. Her boots were covered with blood.
“Jump to
the car! We´re leaving!” Jezzebel told to us.
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Night of Passion
I
was on the passenger seat next to Sophie, she was driving my new Nissan SUV. I
was relaxed with my feet over the dashboard.
Sophie
have put some music on. Something classic, Vivaldi or someone like that, she
loved classic music. I was more into Pop and Rock.
“Look
at these suits!” She said, throwing a magazine to me. “You could try one of
them for the photo sessions with Heinrich!”
It
was a hardcore BDSM magazine. On the cover a breathtaking female model was
wearing an impossible tight black latex outfit.
“You’re
kidding! This things” I shook my head. “I would look like an idiot. Maybe when
I want to do some scuba diving in high heels I’ll try it.”
Nope.
No
way.
I
wasn’t on the fetish attire thing. I always dress relaxed with cloths I love,
like today I was wearing a simple plain pink tee shirt, faded blue leggings and
my red converse Chucks.
I
never ever wear heels. I have no idea how to walk with that kind of things. And
no one was going to put some dammed plastic cloth over my Goddess body.
“What
about you, why you don’t try one? You could be the latex pixie girl of the
year!”
“How
funny you are. Remember, you are The
Dominatrix here.”
I
tossed the magazine aside.
She
stop the car in front of an open-air small Italian restaurant.
“Danke!”
I said. “Come for me in… about an hour, OK?”
She
rolled her eyes.
“Lilith,
I’m your assistant, not your personal slave, I have things to do, you know?
Serious thing business people do, like returning back the rented BMW of Mister
Baker. And filling some tax forms and getting in contact with our overseas
bank.”
I
looked at her with my hand on the door handle.
“I
can take a cab if that’s the case!” I said with a hurt voice.
“Forget
it. OK? I will be here on hour.”
“Bye”
I said. “A kiss?”
“Just
get out of the car for goodness sake!”
I
got out and closed the door, shaking my open hand saying goodbye. I loved it
making the little blonde girl mad.
I
walked toward the restaurant. I found Javier seated at a table next to the
fountain.
The
Spaniard boy was so young and handsome. I had met him on my Art Classes, just a
few weeks ago. He wanted to become a professional painter. I was impressed by
all his cultural knowledge, which was very impressive giving his young age. I
also like his sensibility at art.
He
stood up when he saw me coming. I gave him a soft peck on the cheek and we took
seat at the table.
There
were some pen sketches over the board.
“Oh!
How cute drawings!”
“This
are pictures of you!” He said.
“Wow!
You are so nice!”
I
smiled. Javier was my first date ever, well he was my first attempt to have a
straight relation with someone. I was amazed, it have worked very well so far.
During
the lunch we talked about his lessons in classical painting and abstract art.
“How’s
your work?” He asked.
I
had told him that I was working as a model and actress in some small theater plays
for private clients.
“I
really want to see you in a play!”
Unless
you want to see also a naked man on his fours, trailing behind me, being pulled
from a chain fix at a leather collar on his neck, and then see me kicking his
balls and hard slapping his face, all while the poor devil call me Goddess.
I
faded out the thought.
“I’ve
been doing very boring and repetitive things, believe me.”
“Oh!
But you have the profile of a classical beauty!”
He
glimpsed at his cellphone, briefly.
We
have been there for about an hour, I guessed.
Hey,
if you have an appointment you can go. My friend will be here for me soon.”
It
have passed around one hour. We have already finished our lunch.
Javier
had been so far a very patient guy. He hadn’t asked for sex, yet.
“No
problem.” He said. “I will wait till your friend comes for you.”
“Oh,
you are nice. Thanks!”
We
stayed there some minutes more, talking about music and movies.
“Hey!
I really want to see your work!” Remarked Javier suddenly. “I want to know more
about the things you do!”
Bad
idea, I thought.
“It’s
art, you know.” I shot apologizing. “It’s boring, and definitely not for everyone,
well you know it’s like going to opera, it can be heaven for someone and a real
torture for someone else.”
I
was smiling.
“No
matter, I want to know…”
A
gorgeous red sport car halted in front of us. It was an Audi. I mean a R8
Spyder. The roadster convertible was everybody’s dream.
Heinrich
was driving. He was dressed like usual on his James Bond style black tuxedo,
and with his exorbitant pricey watch at his wrist. It’s so ridiculous expensive you could buy a small house with it, I
told to him once.
“Looks
like I have to go now.” I said to Javier.
He
nodded, and got up at the same time I did it.
I
got into the passenger car feeling like an East European girl on a classical
spy movie.
“Greetings,
Mister Schliemann!” Said Javier politely shaking hand with the handsome mature
man of short blond gray hair and deep blue eyes who was behind the wheel.
“Nice
to see you, Javier, how are you doing with the music?”
“No,
sir. Actually I paint, I don’t play music.”
“Oh,
yeah you are into painting, sorry for my mistake.”
“No
problem.”
“Ok,
see you later then, bye!”
“Good
bye, sir. Bye Lilith!”
I
shook my hand smiling as the car moved along.
“Hey,
the boy still believe that I’m your father?”
I
saw the small figure of Javier disappearing through the rear mirror.
“There’re
things about me that I can´t tell to him, yet.” I shot.
“Well,
you should be frank with him, a relationship is something based on thrust and
openness.”
I
rolled my eyes.
“His
a nice guy, very into the religious thing, he’s the first man I met that didn’t
ask me for sex, just five minutes after seeing me for the first time. “
“Javier
is the first man you have dated. I always
thought you were lesbian.”
“You
are so special!” I put my feet over the shiny dashboard knowing he hated it.
Nonetheless he said nothing.
Delain, are you done with me, was sounding on the car music player.
“Stop
on one coffee shop on the run, I need one.”
I
produced a red Marlboro packet.
“He
knows you smoke?”
“I
haven’t told him, yet!”
“Be
forthright and honest, if the guy care for you he will understand.”
“Be
forthright!” I shouted angry. “What the hell you want me to say to him. Hey you
know I kept people chained and locked in my basement and I torture them for a
living!”
He
kept driving very calmly. I have always admired the confidence and control he
have.
“It
could give him a hard on” He chuckled.
We
stop on the coffee shop. It was the, to go kind, where you order from your car.
“Double
hot cappuccino for me” I said.
Heinrich
ordered a non-caffeinated herbal tea for him.
“You
should cut on the coffee and cigarettes, that’s not healthy.”
“C’mon!
I’m young, I will cut at thirty I promise. Besides, you’re not my father, you
said that before!”
He
started driving again.
“Get
relax! Ok? Put some smooth lotion on your skin when we get at home. I want you
to look nice, we will do a shoot tonight.”
“A
filming?”
“Yeah!”
I
looked more than gorgeous. I was contemplating my naked body on the bedroom
mirror. Wow! Those were curves to kill for, and so delicious creamy white skin,
long red fire hair and striking green eyes.
Sophie
was seated on the edge of the bed, stark naked also. The cute blonde was a
delicious sight to see. So slim but with good breasts and hips. Her hair was
cut above her shoulders and was platinum blond.
Heinrich
was seated in a chair in front of us. The man was wearing his black tuxedo and
had a digital HD video camera on his hand.
I
got close and put my hands on Sophie’s shoulders. The precious girl smelled
like honey. I put my mouth over her lips and kissed her softly. That was so
sweet. It so beautiful to make it up with another girl. The smell is so sweet
and the fair soft skin, oh, touching and kissing her skin was heaven.
We
ate each other mouths, rubbing our tongues, getting drunk with the exchange of
saliva.
I
cupped Sophie’s breasts with my hands. She run her fingers through my hair and
put her hands on my hips.
Our
kissing had picked up rhythm. I felt deep pleasure with each meeting of our
lips, and greeting of our tongues. Sophie's breathing became heavy, while soft,
quiet moans began escaping from her mouth.
I
began guiding her fingertips up and down my smooth back. I started kissing
Sophie cute face, gliding my lips and tongue from her cheek to her chin and
then to her collarbone. I kissed her neck with passion.
Sophie
fell back over the bed, she spread her legs giving me a nice view of her
perfect shaved little pussy.
"C'mon!
I want to feel your tongue inside me!" Said the cute blonde.
I
glided over her, kissing and nipping her nipples first, then moved my tongue smoothly
going downwards, descending from her chest to her flat belly and getting
finally to her wet pussy.
Then
I began to eat her pussy, sucking her clitoris, licking her delicious juices.
Sophie
was moaning, eyes closed, on a state of ecstasy.
I was
rubbing my face against her vagina. I was soaked with her nectars. I thrust my
tongue inside of her, my hands were clutching her hips. She throw her head
backwards moaning with desire.
I had
forgotten that Heinrich was there, I gave a glimpse from the corner of my eye. The
man was standing, recording each moment with his handy cam. He was excited.
I returned
my attention to Sophie’s pussy. I made her climax again and again, I knew her body
very well. I knew how to make her mad with pleasure.
Then
I climbed over her and kissed her lips, she tasted her own juices from my
mouth. We rubbed our bodies, one against the other and then hugged passionately.
I stayed
there, holding her between my arms until the wave of passion was over.
“There
something you want, girls?” Asked Heinrich, he had taken off his coat and tie,
and had put the camera over a night table.
“I
want a big cup of hot tea!” Said Sophie with a girly voice. The pixie girl was
seated on the bead, she was wearing a white cotton robe. “And my hardcover copy
of The Exile and the Sorcerer.
“And
you, Lilith?”
I was
sprawled over the bed, naked.
“Could
I say coffee and smoke?”
He
shook his head.
“Then
I want nothing!” I said tossing a pillow at him.
Sophie
kept reading for a while, with the dim light of the night table lamp. Heinrich
was there with us working on his laptop, maybe editing the video he have just
recorded.
I closed
my eyes and fell asleep first.
Sunday, April 12, 2015
Interview with The Dominatrix
INTERVIEW WITH THE DOMINATRIX
I
was running along the white sand of Marbella beach returning to my country
house. That’s was my daily running, I love doing it each day, very early in
the morning. It help me to stay fit and healthy, besides I love exercise, although
I’m not very fond of weights or anything involving bodybuilding machines.
I
reached my place. The minimalist beach house in front of me was amazing.
I
love it.
And
unknown shining BMW was parked next to my Nissan SUV. Well, I was not expecting
visits today, not anyone that I could remember.
I
run flying inside the house, my orange ponytail jolting behind my head. I
was wearing my usual running cloths, a creamy pink hoody, black running tights
and my Adidas sneakers.
“Hey,
stop! You´re going to trample me. Are you mad? Forget the question, I already
know it” Said a high pitch voice of a young girl. She was Sophie Marceau, my
personal assistant, I had crashed against her, crumpling her overly stiff
starched black business suit.
Sophie
embodied, wholeheartedly, the archetype of the predatory executive woman. Her black
coat and mini skirt were unblemished, add to that, black silk stockings and her
usual high heels stiletto leather pumps, and you get a threatening
office dominatrix, nonetheless the strange girl was a self-proclaimed asexual
been.
“You
should be more careful with those damn shoes of you. What do you pretend? Stick
out the eyes of someone with such needles?”
“A
man is waiting for you on the drawing room.” She announced tidying up her
blonde hair, “is another one of your sick perverts, mon dieu! He mistook me for you.” There was a hint of contempt on
her voice.
“Es tut mir leid! Those sick perverts of
mine pay the bills” I whispered to her. “And they are very kind people …mostly.”
“Yeah!
Like the one who tried to drown you last summer?”
“You
are so… you are an annoying thing.” I said making a face to her while going
inside the drawing room.
Inside
was a very young gentleman, dressed with a navy blue suit, he was seated on one
of the leather couches. He stood up immediately after I entered the room.
“Miss
Schwarz! It’s an honor to meet you!” He said making a courteous bow. “I’m John
Baker.”
I
stared at him in silence. I couldn’t remember who he was.
“Are
you Miss Lilith Schwarz, right?” He asked politely.
I
shook my head.
“I
am, at least last time I checked.”
He
looked confused.
“I’m
joking. You see my name was Lili, just Lili, later I added the th at the
end, but I did it legal, you can check my passport, oh sorry, I use to talk
like a parrot. Where do I know you from, Mister Baker?”
He
tugged at his tie looking embarrassed.
“We
chatted, the last weekend, and you agreed to appoint and interview.”
“Ah!
You are here for the sexual slavery thing, right!” I shot blank point with a
smile.
The
man cleared his throat, he was white as a sheet of copy paper.
“Yes…”
He whispered looking down. “Look I don’t know how to do it, I… ”
“Ja, ja, let me handle it.” I said
joyfully.
He
nodded.
“Let’s
start with something easy.” I continued. “Take off your cloths!”
The
poor fellow opened his eyes.
“C’mon!
Do it” I urged.
He
started removing his coat.
“You
can put your stuff over here.” I said indicating a big table with a samovar. I
took the silver pot and purred some hot coffee on a white porcelain cup.
He
continued undressing.
“Take
off everything!” I remarked, “Even the socks and underwear!”
Sooner
he was stark naked. It couldn’t had been more awkward for him, standing there,
in his birthday suit, next to a redhead on sport outfit drinking hot coffee.
I
get closed to inspect him. He was clean, with a nice cologne and aftershave, on
the contrary I was sweated, haven’t took a bath yet, and smelled, but he didn´t
flinch.
“Turn,
please!” I said, making a gesture with my hand. “I want to check your whole body.”
The
man was young and handsome, man he was a hunk.
“Gut, gut, la-la, you are fit, that’s
good.” I said teasingly.
“Thank
you, Miss Schwarz!” He said most assured.
I
took seat on the edge of the table, sipping my coffee with delight, looking directly
at him with my green eyes, my feet were dangling above the floor.
“At
ease, relax.” I said. “You aren´t my slave… yet.”
I
produced a cigarette and a silver zippo lighter.
“Do
you smoke?” I asked.
“No
Miss, I don’t”
“You
don’t mind, do you?”
“Absolutely,
Miss, do as you like, please!”
At
least now his voice was steadier. I lighted the cigarette and blew.
“Before
anything, let’s take our time, John. If this is your first time then you are moving into an uncharted and
unknown territory so is fair we have a previous talk. This domination and
submission thing is not a cup of tea for everyone, if you know what I mean. So
we will have a free time now, you must speak freely! Ask me whatever you want,
and make any kind of comment, anything. Verstehst
du mich?”
He
hunched.
“I
mean, do you understand?”
He
nodded.
“And,
is there any question you have?” I asked blowing a cloud of smoke, much more
like a train driver and less than a queen.
“Well…”
He said. “I don’t know how to start.”
“Do
you like me?”
He
was taken aback.
“Of
course! Oh, my goodness! You are a thousand times more beautiful in real life! You
look like a high European top model! You have such pretty green eyes and
your orange hair is amazing. But is when you smile, then you could leave anyone
breathless.”
“You’re
getting romantic, nice.”
He
put a hand on his forehead.
“Well!
Don’t take me wrong. The thing is you look… so much sweet, so much like a nice,
loving and caring kind of person… you seem incapable of hurting someone…”
I
eased, crossing my legs and looked directly at his eyes.
“Ah,
so I’ve disappointed you?”
He
jolted. “No, Miss Lilith, I told you already, you’re the prettier girl I had
ever met!”
“Then
is the dominatrix thing!” I said, pointing at him with my finger, I tried to
put a stern voice. “I guess you came here expecting to find an irascible, man
hating, tyrannical woman, clad, head to toe, on steel and leather, sauntering over
the ridiculous towering high heels of her boots, whip in hand, and pulling the
leash of the collar of some pathetic naked man. Yeah? An evil vixen bitch taken
directly out of hell, laughing diabolically amid the animal screams of pain
and suffering of the male slaves put on racks and chains, and been bestially
tortured at her hands.”
He
was breathing quicker now, wow! He was suffering now an amazing erection you could
hold a scout tent with.
“Just
try to focus! Ok? Watch the things in perspective. Relax!”
I
was using my sweet and nonchalantly voice again.
The
scene was so surreal, but I could handle to turn it into something normal, on
some way.
“Now,
do you have a legitimate question? I asked tugging at my ponytail.
“Ok,
yes.” He said blinking. “You told me so many things over the chat. Was
everything true?”
“I
don’t remember what things I told you.”
“You
said your father was a German army special force operative and your mother was
a Soviet Union spy. You said you have a mental condition problem or something
like that and…, and your hair was more dark red on the screen.”
I
laughed, out and loud.
“Do
you believed it? It’s the Internet for god’s sake!”
“So
you lied?”
“Look,
I’m a writer, and writers don’t lie, they make things up, they enhanced the
true. Well my father was just a German factory worker, and my mother was a
boring housekeeper. Nothing out of the usual. The only mental condition I have
is a superior intelligence, and I used to dye my hair red blood, sometimes
bleach blonde or bright pink, but its natural tone is light orange, like a
carrot.”
I
smiled delightedly and sipped my second cup of coffee.
“Anything
else?” I asked blissfully.
“You
were pulling my leg!” He sighed. “And I crossed the ocean to meet you!”
“Wow!
Do you came from America?”
“You
should have guessed by my accent.” He said. “I came from New Jersey.”
“I
thought you were a student overseas, when do you arrive?”
“Early
today, like four on the morning, I flied all the night.”
He
must have booked a session with Sophie, and paid the fees, if she gave him my
address. It also mean she have made a research on him.
“Bitte schön! What do you have in mind?”
He
stared at the floor then look at me.
“I
had my doubts, but no more now, no after seen you! I want to become your full
time slave! I want to expend the rest of my life at your feet!”
Rash,
impulsive and passionate as only a young man his age could be. He was on his
knees when he finished his words. He’s lowered his head and was staring at my
running pink Adidas.
I
put the heel of my right shoe on his shoulder.
“You
know what your wish entails?” I spoke slowly and thoughtfully.
“Yes,
Mistress.” He nodded.
“Have
you arrange your assets?”
“I
have all my savings, everything, on an electronic back account. I will give the
password to you! I just want to be your slave for the rest of my life!”
I
smiled silently, haughtily, I knew that for a sub, especially for a male,
finding a real female dominant and pretty mistress was like finding the Holy
Grail.
“Let´s
make it official! Don’t waste time!”
I
picked up my iPhone and dialed a contact.
“Yeah!
He’s hooked up! …Yeah, come now!” I said over the phone.
I
looked at the young Mister Baker. He was still on his four, sporting a solid
big erection. I honestly admired him. You must have to be very courageous to
blindly run to a perfect stranger and handed yourself to her. Yeah, you must be
a lot brave, or mad or stupid, or everything at the same time.
I
wondered what the hell I told to him over the chat, I must have been drunk.
I
heard the menacing high stiletto heels of Sophie stomping over the parquet
floor. The pretty petit blonde was carrying her state of the art MacBook and a
black leather handbag. Sophie was tiny and pretty like a pixie girl, while I
was tall and athletic, but she had better curves and bigger boobs and buttocks.
She
put the laptop and the handbag over the table next to me.
“Ok,
Mister Slave, first, give me the name of your bank and your account number!” Said
Sophie looking at the man through her gold rimmed glasses. She typed furiously
at the keyboard, her incredible long and sharp nails weren’t a hurdle for her.
Meanwhile
I opened the handbag and produced a studded leather neck collar and some police
style steel handcuffs. The man looked at the stuff, excited, breathing hard. He
was not fantasizing anymore. He really was naked and kneeled in front of two
abusive girls, and just at the brink to surrender everything he have and start
his future life as a real slave.
“Well,
we will perform a little ritual now, ok? Stay on your knees! I going to put
this collar around your neck. Yeah! That’s right! Now hands behind your back! Prima! Fertig! Yeah you look great, um,
the handcuff give a little aching, yes, and well you will get used to it.”
“Ben oui, transaction has been completed!”
Announced Sophie. It seemed that the only thing that make the girl happy was
the increase growing of the profits.
“There’s
anything else you own? A house? Cars?” Asked the blonde girl to the poor naked
man handcuffed and kneeling in front of us.
“No,
Mistress.” He answered. “All my assets were deposited on that account. I don’t
own even a penny now.”
There
was a hint of fear on his dark eyes, and of excitement at the same time. We
have stripped him of anything valuable he could have ever possessed. The man
was a practical homeless now. There was a drop of precum glistening above the
hole on the head of his hard rock cock.
I
was fumbling inside the handbag again, looking for something.
“Et bien, it’s all yours.” Sophie said
standing upright with a hand on her hips.
I
had produced a couple of gloves from the bag, they were my MMA certified pink
gloves.
“Could
you take him over there?” I said pointing with my chin at one spot next to the
windows, putting my gloves on at the same time.
“The
hell with you!” Say the petit blonde taking the man by the steel ring on his
leather collar. “I don’t going to take part on your deviant undertakings!”
She
hauled the man, leading him to an empty big space.
“Remember
that this deviant undertakings pay the bills!”
I
flexed my fingers, adjusting my gloves, then finished my third cup of coffee of
the morning and walked where my new pet was kneeled, waiting in anticipation
for me.
The
pathetic man looked at me like if I were some kind of living Goddess.
“Fertig? Let’s
take a measure at your pain threshold now!”
“What?” He asked confused.
“Shut
up, pig! Open your legs!”
He
did as I told him, evidently taken aback.
I
came closer and sent a kick right at his balls, which were hanging freely
between his legs. It was a nice professional soccer kick. The instep of my foot
crushed his orbs against his pelvic bone. My martial art trainer would have
been proud of me.
He
fell down rolling over the floor curled, coughing and grumbling.
“Pain
threshold level seems normal.” Stated Sophie using her formal business manners
while standing aside watching at the scene.
“Get
up, now!”
I
was standing there, hips cocked, head tilted to one side, hands at my heaps,
like a very authoritative female figure.
“I…
can´t take more, please…” Stuttered John, he was on his knees, curled upward,
breathing hard through his teeth.
“Get
up! Or it will get worse for you, besides, I didn’t remember giving you
permission to talk. You will be punish for that!”
He
stood on his feet, hesitantly.
“Open
your legs!”
He
did it, trembling, an expression of fear was on his face. His manhood was
dangling between his thighs, unprotected and helpless against my attacks.
Sophie
looked at the scene with a boring expression, the small blonde was popped
leaning against a wall, arms crossed, her foot tapping at the parquet floor, cute
beautiful on her female business suit and high heel pumps.
“Just
relax.” I said to the man with a soft voice. “Breath, in and out, deeply.”
I
got in position in front of him, ready to hit.
I threw
another kick at his balls. It was a direct and harsh hit. I extended my foot so my
instep could smack straight at his orbs. My Adidas running shoe hit hard. He
moved backwards and fell on his knees yelling on pain.
“Stand
up!” I yelled.
He
shook his head. He was howling like a wounded animal.
I
got near and grabbed his ear, twisting and pulling it upwards.
“This
is so gruesomely cruel and inhuman.” Said Sophie, looking boring with her blue
eyes, some strands of golden hair were dangling in front of her pretty face.
“Oh!
Give me a break! You already know what masochism is about! I’m only giving to
this pig what he really wants.”
“A
brutalizing birth control method?”
I
stared at her blankly then turn to the poor devil on the floor.
“Just
get up! Before I get really angry!”
“Better
be careful, Mister Baker!” Recommended Sophie. “The girl suffer from IED.”
“What?
What’s IED?” Asked the man, now on his knees.
“Intermittent
explosive disorder, and it’s characterized by explosive outbursts of anger that
only get relief with cruel aggressive actions.”
New
slave guy looked at me with real fear in his face. His erection was gone, and
his balls were now red and bigger. Maybe I was hitting him too much hard.
I decided
to take off my shoes in order to have better control of the kicks.
“Ah!
….ah!” The poor man was gasping, clenching his teeth, trying to block the pain
that was overwhelming his mind.
“Does
it really hurts so much?” Asked Sophie, standing legs open in front of him,
arms crossed and head askew.
“You
can’t have any idea, girl. Believe me.” Whispered the poor man.
I had
took off my shoes and sockets and now was standing barefoot over the parquet
floor.
The
man stared at my feet eager, his mouth open and salivating.
“Maybe
I could let you kiss and lick my feet if you behave like a good boy. But not
today, anyway you can smell my shoes.”
He
dragged forward and dumped his noose inside my running Adidas, he smelled the
inside like if he were inhaling some drug. His member was solid hard again.
He
left the shoes and rubbed his face against my dirty socks on the floor.
“You
are a kinky pig!” I said.
It
was a hot morning, and I have been running and my feet were all sweaty and I
hadn’t taken a bath yet since two days ago. So the smell was strong.
“Ok,
stand up, piggy!” I shouted.
He
did as I told.
“Spread
your legs!”
The
man was breathing hard again. I got close to him, I’m tall but this man was
taller, I stared at his face, almost grazing my lips over his skin. He was
young and handsome, was he mad? he could be with a nice loving girl, but no, he
was here with Sophie and me.
I went
behind him.
“Just
don’t move! Ok!” I said and then, I landed a full force kick from behind. The instep
of my bare foot hard-pressed his balls against his pelvic bone.
He
fell flat to the ground, a muffled raspy scream flowed from the deeps of his throat.
“I
said don’t move! It was just one kick!”
I rested
my foot over his back, between his shoulders.
“As
you can see, and feel, now, Mister Baker, our lovely Lilith is a certified Yoga
instructor, and also have a black belt on Taekwondo and Muay Thai.”
“Up
again!” I demanded.
“…
I… I…I can’t…. Ah my balls!” Screamed the guy. “You hurt them so much! I didn’t want
permanent damage!”
“It
was nothing for goodness sake! I can kick much harder than that, if I took more
impulse and apply more momentum, nonetheless male testicles can take a hell lot of abuse, before bursting. I know it”
“You
said over the chat that you wouldn’t do cuts, needles of burnings or anything
involving long term damage. I was clear stating that I didn´t want scars.”
I kicked
his mouth with the heel of my foot.
“Shut
up! Who or what do you think you are now! You should be grateful for been
allowed to stay here. Besides you can live without your balls.”
“You
lied to me!” Said the man with pain in his voice. His eyes were wet. “I
have confidence on you!”
He
looked heart broken. The guy was at the brink of tears, and not necessarily because
of the pain endured. I knew where he was. It’s so hard for a submissive man to
quench his cravings for female domination? It’s not for shortage of professional
dominatrices I guess. It’s the fault mainly produced by the submissive himself?
If a neophyte girl take a look at Femdom she will be horrible scared, at first, but at the
second and deep look will be surprised of how hard it is, for the female, to accomplish it,
yes, it’s a lot like performing a Shakespearean stage over a crystal platform
on a moving train. You must to know exactly what to say, and how to say it, the
movements, the precise insults, the accurate amount of pain, the kind of abuse
to do, and everything varies from sub to sub. No everyone likes scat or needles
or fire. No everyone likes Ballbusting or medical CBT play. There are very
dangerous things like breath play, mental abuse, child regression and or
reprisal of traumatic events.
You
wonder how this could work when you consider that even plain sex with a whore
could be very disappointed and frustrating for the average man.
I squatted
next to him touching and caressing his short black hair.
“Don’t
be afraid, John. Trust me. I know what I’m doing. I have some time on it, some
hours of fly, as to speak.”
“Yeah
some balls hanging from his belt.” Chuckled Sophie.
“Shut
up! Pixie girl!” I said at her. “Look, John” I continued speaking at the man
with a reassuring and soothing voice. “I’ll honor our previous agreement. Unless
you want to change something. If you want to return to your normal life, so be
it.”
“No.
I am the one who must give an apology! I’m a weak coward, Mistress Schwarz! I must
be grateful for the gift of being punished by a Goddess like you!”
There
were tears running down his cheeks.
I nodded,
smiling, and got up.
“Ok!”
I said. “Sophie could you be so kind to take Mister Baker to his cell, please. Looks
like in need of a little rest.”
“So
I had to dump the bloke on the old wine cellar next to the stable? No way. My shoes
will get muddy!”
“Oh!
C’mon! Then put him on the basement of this house. I will get a shower. And hurry
up. Remember that I have a date today at noon!”
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