"I like you a lot but I think that we just have completely different tastes in things." She said to me as we sat over dinner and I was about to be dumped.
"What do you mean.we have very similar tastes; we like the same movies, the same music. Damn, we are almost a carbon copy of each other." I said to her not so much pleading as confused.
"You don't understand", her words trailing off looking down into her drink.
"Make me understand," I said, "I want to understand what is going on. I care about you a lot and I thought what we had has been pretty good."
She just sat there and said nothing, looking good as usual. She was small framed with a pretty, dark complexion and beautiful eyes that she hid behind granny-glasses, her nod to her professional nature. We met a few months earlier on New Year's Eve at a party and "fucked in" the New Year. We clicked sexually as well as socially, it turned out we had many friends in common and so we enjoyed each others company in groups and alone. But when we were alone we fucked everywhere in movie theaters, restaurants, clubs and even in a church closet at a wedding but thats another story.
She loved my dick and I loved every inch of her, a bit small for my taste. She quickly showed that what she lacked in size she made up for in stamina and imagination. So when she came to dump me, which is what this was about, I needed to know just on "GP" what the hell was wrong.
"If you cared about me you would just drop it. Please I really don't want to discuss it with you. We are just different." She said starting to get up from her chair, abruptly ending our conversation and our relationship.
I didn't get up I just stayed in my chair to try to sort out the issues that brought us to this point. Nothing came to mind, so I just chalked it up to inexact science of human interaction, drank my drink and left.
Well a few days later, I got a phone call from her. She sounded a bit harried and said if I wanted to know why she broke it off I should come to her house now. Now I was comfortably resting in my place n Harlem and she lived in Brooklyn but I got up and hopped the "iron horse" and headed to "BK".
When I got to her apartment, I rang the bell and the door opened, the place was dark but for candles which lit the entire room. A chunky Latina woman in a robe answered the door.
"Is Angela here?" I asked quizzically, attempting to look over her shoulder into the apartment but the room was too dark.
"Come in" she said in a rude way almost like she was commanding me. Now my curiosity was getting the better of me. I had to know what the fuck was going on.
As I entered the living room area, it was all becoming very clear. Angela was on her knees, her hands tied behind her back and a ball gag in her mouth.
"Slave, your boyfriend is here." Said the chunky woman as she took off her robe and stood there in full S&M regalia, shiny, black leather from head to toe. Angela attempted to say something but the ball gag muffled her word.
The Dominatrix moved over to her and picked up a riding crop. "Did I say you can speak, slave?" then she hit her hard on her ass. Angela's face winced at the force of the blow. The Dominatrix took out the ball gag. Angela whimpered. "No, mistress." Then the ball gag was replaced.
The Dominatrix looked at me and said, "Arent you shocked that your little girlfriend is my personal slave?" a smile crept on her face as she caressed Angela's face.
"Shocked, no. Amused, yes."
I then sat back on the couch looking at this scenario play out.
"Well slave, your boyfriend is amused, let's show him what a good little slave like you does for her mistress."
The Dominatrix took her high heel and pushed it in to Angela's back. Her head sank to the floor so only her ass stuck up in the air with her hands still tied behind her back. The Dominatrix whacked Angela's ass some more; welts sprang up all over. Then she took the riding crop and she looped into her arms and proceeded to lift Angela's arms up. I knew this had to be painful but Angela kept her eyes closed and no sounds of discomfort or pain came from her mouth.
"My slave is a good slave, she loves pain and I love giving pain." The Dominatrix then lifted Angela up by her hair and took the alligator clips off the table and clipped each onto Angela's inch long nipples. As the clips closed Angela let out a small groan that was barely audible due to the ball gag in her mouth.
The Dominatrix then took a chain and attached it through each clamp and then attached it to a clit ring. Then the bitch pulled the chain as hard as she could. Angela, now on her knees, struggled as the chain pulled against her, tears rolling down her cheeks. The Dominatrix whipped into her ass with three hard whacks.
"Don't you dare to fucking struggle just because your dick is in the room, you know the rules, slave." And then she whipped her again and pulled the chain some more.
"Still amused?" she said to me. I was less amused and more concerned but I said nothing. "Well this should really amuse you." And then she laughed.