dreamer
Slave
Registration Date: 06-27-2006
Posts: 179
Mistress Or Master Or Slave: Slave
Level: 37 [?]
Experience: 1,199,559
Next Level: 1,209,937
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I wait for her. I know she expects me to be ready. I lay back and close my eyes and wait. She comes in quietly, crawling into bed next to me. She curls up alongside me and I feel her breathe on my ear, my neck, her tongue in my ear next. "Hey lover," she whispers.
"Yes..." I say. I turn and kiss her fully on the mouth. She doesn't seem to notice my lack of enthusiasm. I perform my duties well, perfectly play them out. She rolls onto her back and I move over her. I slowly undress her, kissing my way over her body. Keeping my eyes closed it is much easier to manage. I can imagine any young girl from a magazine. I kiss her nipples, her breathe quickens. I tongue over her stomach down between her thighs, parting them. I kiss her pussy, eating her making her cum and moan. Then I move over her and slide inside moving to the rhythm I know she likes, the pace hard and fast. She moans and gasps, digging her fingernails in my back, she rakes it. I wince, but don't dare cry out, or she would only dig in worse. I picture a naked girl from a Playboy I read earlier and cum with a small catch in my throat. She is satisfied and rolls over to sleep soundly, snoring in minutes. I wait until I hear the first steady breathing and snores before slipping out and padding down the hall to my own rooms.
I shower vigorously, scrubbing it all away, letting the water sting the scratches on my back. I dry off roughly and crawl into my bed between cool cotton sheets, totally naked. They feel great on my skin. I think about my situation and how I got to this point.
I remember meeting her. She was glamourous. She was beautiful. She flaunted her money, bought me drink after drink, saying how handsome I was and how adorable my British charm and accent were, teasing me she would like to take me home to keep me. We ended the night in bed. She almost 20 years my senior. I never went home. She asked me to move in. Gave me my own room. I only returned to my own flat to retrieve my most prized possessions and to give my roommate notice. "keep or sell what's left" were my parting words.
The first months were bliss. Fucking, drinking, eating, playing. That was all we did. She was insatiable in bed. I felt like the luckiest bloke alive. She paid for all. She bought me a new wardrobe, a car, an entire entertainment system for my rooms. She spoiled me. "Let me pamper you, baby," she would admonish should I complain about it. She fed me. She owned me I realized now. She kept every receipt. She kept tally. She kept me all right.
Now a year and a half later, all I wanted was a way out. I wasn't attracted anymore to the money, the constant sex, any of it. In fact the sex was more my job than anything. I had to be ready when she was. I recalled one instance of trying to refuse. She had gone off on me. She screamed about how much she had done for me, how if it weren't for her I would be naked and on the street. Then she had slapped me hard and started to cry. Horrified I gave in, held her, made her feel it was all okay. "Tell me you love me, baby," she sobbed. "I love you." I lied. Fact was I feared her.
Parties I was her decoration. All her friends sniggered and whispered about her "boy toy", but she thought it was funny, a mark of her success. To me it was humiliation. She even lent me out a few times to her friends. At least it was a change in pace, I figured. But I didn't dare look at a young girl, or any woman for that matter with any hint of sexual interest without it being her idea... it was enough to send her off on a rampage. I had made that mistake once. Flirted openly with a young colleague of her's daughter. That had found me tied with leather straps to her big bed as she taught me a lesson. True it turned me on, but fear and pain and pleasure only go so far together. I could still feel the sting of the crop on my arse. Going on 25, I wondered now if I was stuck here for life, mine or hers whoever went first.
I looked around me. I had life pretty good. I lived the good life. Had good food, expensive wine, fancy clothes, the best in music and movies at my fingertips with a touch of a button on a remote control I could have a full concert going around me, complete with surround sound speakers. Plus I had sex probably a good four nights a week or better depending on her mood.. most guys wouldn't complain about that. Sometimes she got rough, but it was an added variety and she never really hurts me. It is the loneliness that gets me.
A break once in a while. She is a CEO of a large company. Once in a while a business trip will arise that she won't ask me to accompany her on. These short but celebrated trips, I lived for. Such a trip she announced the very next morning over bagels and coffee.
"Darling, I am expected to fly to Los Angeles tommorrow. Do you think you can survive without me for a few days?" She smiled and pushed an envelope full of cash across the table to me. My spending money while she was gone. Probably a good thousand in cash, I wondered if she would hunt me down if I ran with it. She likely would have me arrested for grand theft, have me set up. She had threatened it before. Told me she would be sure I paid her back one way or another for all she did for me. That night in anticipation of a few days of freedom, I gave her an extra special treat. I massaged her, then ate her until she screamed, then I fucked her from behind, and then from in front too. She was exhausted, as was I. I slept in her bed, waking to her kissing me goodbye at 6 am.
I slept half the day. I decided to go for a swim. I showered then pulled on a pair of trunks and headed to the outdoor swimming pool. Wearing my sunglasses I lay in the sun dozing after swimming a number of laps when a splash woke me. I looked over to the pool. A bright yellow and green and red blow up ball was bobbing on the water. I heard giggling and an "Oh shit!"
Soon a pretty brunette was peeking over the high privacy fence at me. "Ummm could you toss us our ball back?" she asked.
"Well..." I hesitated. "I could, or you could join me over here and keep me company..." I said with a smile.
"Really?" She grinned. "Becky, the guy next door wants us to come over for a swim." Within seconds the two bikini clad 20 year olds were coming through the side gate. "I'm Crys and this is Becky" the cute petite brunette said. Her brown eyes seemed to drink me in, and I felt a shiver of excitement. She was well put together. Very young, very firm in all the right places, I felt a stirring in my stomach and lower. As the next couple of hours went on I learned she was also very friendly, and clever, quite a smartass actually, able to give and take as well. We seemed to have a natural chemistry. As the afternoon got late, the girls made an excuse to head back to Becky's mum's house next door. Crys stopped and turned as she was leaving. "you know, you could join us tonight. We are going to catch a movie..."
"I'd love to," I answered. "What time should I be ready?"
"Seven sharp." She smiled and hurried out.
I grinned to myself and hurried inside to find something suitable to wear and to shower. I had a date for the first time in over a year.
I was promptly next door at five to seven. I dressed in a green silk shirt and black trousers. Crys answered the door wearing a green sundress. I couldn't help but think we complemented each other nicely. She seemed to notice how we had both dressed to match without thinking of it as she took in my shirt and giggled a little then with a wave of her hand invited me inside.
She introduced me to Becky's mum, then me and the two girls left for the movie theatre in Becky's little red subaru. The movie was an action thriller, but I was more intrigued by the soft feminine scent of the girl to my left. Crys watched the movie absorbed. I watched her. Her face changed in expression with each scene, as she endlessly popped kernels of popcorn into her mouth, chewing ever so delicately. Butter made her lips shiny, and I ached to kiss it off.
After the movie we went to a Perkins Restaraunt for coffee and pie. There they listened to me tell stories of growing up in Northern England and of my adventures of being an English boy in America. "How long have you lived in the house next door to mum?" Becky asked.
"About a year or so," I said.
"Funny I never noticed you." Becky said. "I thought Regina still lived there."
I looked down at the table and the pie in front of me half eaten. "She does."
"So you let a room from her?" Crys asked.
"Yea, sort of that. I work for her, and in turn I get room and board." I said hoping they didn't see the flush in my cheeks I felt.
"What kind of work do you do?" Crys asked.
"Kinda like a handyman, I fix stuff, look after things, caretaker type work...." I lied but it wasn't really a full lie, just a partial truth, I decided.
After we arrived back to Becky's mum's house. Crys offered to walk over with me. I hoped she was interested, but I knew what the risks were. If she found out I was basically a gigolo she would probably never want a thing to do with me. I felt ill with that thought, because I wanted to know her better.
"I really enjoyed tonight," I said as we walked.
"Me too," She smiled. "I think you are a really nice guy."
I smiled, unsure of what to say.
At the door she stopped and faced me. "I hope to see you again." She said matter of factly. "In fact I look forward to it."
"So do I..." I smiled and without thinking, I bent my head and kissed her mouth, long and slow. She responded in kind, exploring my mouth thoroughly with her own. I felt giddy, heady, dizzy. "I wanted to do that all night," I breathed as we broke apart.
"Mmmmm, makes two of us," she murmured. She walked away, a dreamy expression on her face. I went inside and leaned against the closed door. The phone jangling scared the daylights out of me, and I rushed to pick up before the fourth ring.
It was Gina. "Hey lover, where were you? I have been trying to phone you all evening."
"I went and got a bite to eat and went to a movie." I said. She didn't need to know I wasn't alone.
She asked what I had seen and luckily I remembered the name of the film. When asked if I liked the film I replied, "I've seen better, seen worse." That satisfied her plenty. She told me briefly about her day and said she missed me tons and wished she had taken me along to keep her warm at night. Then a peck on the phone and "goodnight baby".
I went up to bed feeling an emptiness like never before. What the hell was I doing? How had I managed to get into this whole live in situation in the first place? Why hadn't I seen before how miserable I was? Did I really owe her that much? Hadn't she been repayed boundlessly every night possible? I actually was beginning to dread sex, hate it. That thought scared me. I had to get out. What would she do if she came home to find me gone? Would she live up to her threats of having me deported, claiming I stole money or whatever from her? She didn't like to lose, and even less she didn't like to be told no. She made it clear I was her toy until I broke or she didn't want to play with me anymore. I wondered what I could do to make her lose her interest in me. I lay in bed thinking it over but my mind kept drifting to a girl in a green sundress, a girl with shoulder length brown hair and sweet soft brown eyes............. I dozed off to dream of Crys.
Crys came by every day for a week to visit, swim, listen to music, or just to ask for my company in going to the market. Finally on Friday I mustered up the courage to ask her to stay over for dinner. I would cook. She accepted the offer with a grin. I decided to fix a shrimp scampi gourmet meal. During dinner she raved over the food, flushed warmly with the wine, and afterwards we headed for the living room for music and some quiet time. She was in my arms in minutes and we were kissing frantically, our passion having built up and up over the week. I undressed her slowly, methodically, exploringly. She was beautiful, slender hips and a tiny waist, petite in build but soft too. I easily scooped her up and carried her up the stairs to my bedroom. I kissed every inch of her, made love to her slow and gentle savouring every moment. She in turn did the same to me. The sun was peeking over the horizon as we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. When I woke up she was gone. There was a note:
Couldn't bear to wake you, you slept so sweetly, so peacefully. Call me. I want to see you more. I have to go out of town for a business trip, three days max.
She left her number for me to reach her flat when she returned. I sighed. Gina would be home tonight. She would expect a full welcome. I jumped out of bed and went to the shower. Then I headed to the market to buy steaks for dinner, fresh broccoli, and strawberries for dessert.
I let time slip by without a thought, and before I knew it it had been a week. Gina kept me plenty busy to say the least, making up for her long trip. I didn't forget Crys, I just wasn't allowed to be alone long enough to phone her. I wondered somehow if Gina hadn't suspected something. Had I somehow left a trace? Had Crys left an article of clothing behind? Or was it simply my overactive imagination on high overdrive of panic because of guilt? Likely it was the latter.
Crys by now thought I was a jerk. I felt a tremendous ache for her and I longed to look into her brown eyes again, to hold her, kiss her, see her, hear her voice..... I daydreamed as I lay by the poolside. "Hey stranger!"
My eyes snapped open at the sound of her voice. She was peering at me over the fence. "Did you lose my number?"
I decided to lie. "yes I have been hoping to see you, bump into you, hear from you somehow." I got up and walked over to the fence to gaze up into her face.
"Ahhh," She smiled. "Did you miss me?"
"Terribly. You are all I have had on my mind." I confessed honestly.
"Can I come over?" She asked.
Before I could say a word, I heard Gina behind me. "Hey lover, would you mind coming inside for a bit? I could use a massage. My shoulders are.... well hello there.." She said catching a glimpse of Crys on the fence.
Crys had a funny look on her face suddenly. "Hi."
I looked down then up again at Crys. I knew suddenly what the look was. Hurt, realization all mixed up in one.
"Nice to meet you," Crys said to me suddenly cold. "Thanks for everything." Her eyes said it all.
"Let me explain..." I whispered out of Gina's earshot.
"No that's quite all right..." She said her voice shaken. Then she was gone.
"Making friends, baby?" Gina asked.
I felt the sudden urge to call her a bitch to her face. Instead I glared and stormed into the house and up to my room. She followed.
"Did I ruin your little flirtation?" She asked.
"No." I said coldly. "Just my life. No big deal."
"Now, baby, I have done so much for you! Don't you be an ingrateful little bastard now." She said a little viciously.
I didn't answer, just lay on my bed fighting tears of anger, of frustration. She came over and kissed me, slipped her hand in the front of my tennis shorts. "Now, now, Don't be that way," she cooed. If it hadn't been for the dangerous tone of her voice one might have mistaken her for being affectionate. She leaned in close and bit my earlobe.
"I fucking own you, babe, don't forget it." She hissed, at the same time she squeezed my balls a little gruffly. I gasped aloud. "Don't want to hurt my most precious toy."
She got up and left the room. "FUCK!" I cursed. I had to get out regardless of anything she could or might do. All I could see was the hurt in Crys's eyes. I wanted to find her, make it better, explain myself, but would she listen.
I waited until she left for work on Monday. I gathered up as many clothes as I could fit in a suitcase and checked my wallet. I still had a good amount of cash, over $500. I never had anywhere to spend it, so it added up, plus I had a secret account I had been keeping savings in. I sorted through my cds and took only my favourites, took my guitar, and cleared out my stuff from the bathroom. I left the house by noon. I didn't even bother with a note. Fuck her, I thought. I had had enough. I went next door and asked if Becky's mum had a number where I could reach Crys. She shook her head and practically slammed the door in my face. I realized they all thought the worst of me, that being what I was, I was considered lower than low, basically a male prostitute for a rich old woman to play with. My self esteem hit bottom and sank hard and fast. I walked to the corner bus stop and caught the downtown shuttle. I took a room at one of the cheapest hotels I could find. It would do me in a pinch until I could find a flat. Next I bought a paper. I would have to find work. Luckily I had been here long enough before Gina to be a legal alien resident. I could imagine she would try to find a way to have that revoked in anger and temper... or maybe she would just let me go and find a substitute fast, god knows the nightclubs were full enough of money hungry young men waiting for a sugar momma. They could have it. It had cost me way too much. My self esteem was inexpensive, but my heart was not so cheap. I wondered where Crys was and if I would ever find a girl like her again, a girl who could make me hold my breathe with a single kiss, and make my heart skip just by looking into her eyes.
I fell asleep contemplating things. The next day I was up early and started calling on jobs. I managed to get an appointment at a temp agency. They needed someone to start right away, I was employed.
Three weeks passed and finally I decided to hit the night life. I was bored, horny and restless. I headed for a popular nightclub in the car I had leased with part of my savings. I had found a small cheap flat as well. With my job I was able to keep from tapping out my savings totally, and had a little money to play on. I danced with a different girl every dance. Yet still none of them seemed to catch my interest.
I stood at the bar finally taking a small break. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and to my horror was looking in the face of my former captor. Gina.
"Hey, baby, nice of you to say goodbye." She smiled sarcastically. "No hard feelings though, You were basically used up anyway..." She linked her arm with that of a muscular young guy, probably about 21 and headed away. I realized I had been holding my breathe and took a deep cleansing breathe of air and let it out slowly then took a long sip on my drink. I looked around the club. I heard a familiar giggle. I looked around. Was it? Could it be Crys? It was. She was sitting with a couple of girlfriends at a table only a few feet away from me. I stared mesmerized. I caught a waitress and slipped her a couple of twenties. "That table over there, a round of drinks from me." I said.
I leaned against the bar and watched and waited nervously. The waitress went over and I could see them looking at her as she asked them their order, compliments of the gentleman at the bar. As she said it, Crys looked at me, her friends looked at me and they were intrigued and wanted to know who I was. Her face darkened.. I felt like I was going to run or be ill. Surely she hated me. Then she relaxed and our eyes met. She got up and walked toward me and I felt my stomach lurch in fear. "Thank you for the drinks." she said.
"Can we talk?" I asked. "I believe I have some explaining to do...." She shushed me with a finger to my lips.
"Are you still with her?" She asked.
"No." I said.
"Then we have nothing to talk about, it's in the past." She smiled and leaned up to kiss me.
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