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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.

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. 

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!”