Chapter 5 I Start to Express Myself
Alessa gave me a dazzling smile of welcome, looking at me very directly while her holding her slim, tanned body superbly straight and poised. She had fashion model beauty, but not in that cold way you often see. This girl was sultry, hot-blooded and hot-eyed, her kissable lips almost always parted, her tempting mouth curved up warmly at the sides. She radiated sexual willingness, with just a hint of challenge from fine arched brows. Whatever she was saying or doing, when those eyes looked directly at me the message was so clear I almost heard her voice in my head: 'I know you want your hands on my body. I know you want to throw me under you and fuck me without mercy. Well, what's stopping you? Here I am.'
"This way, Master, please", she said in a low, honeyed voice that was intensely sexy and seductive. I couldn't place her accent; Italian perhaps?
In other circumstances walking behind Alessa would not have been hard, particularly given the way she was dressed: yellow see-through negligee floating above her hips, yellow lace thong that hid nothing from behind, yellow high heels. Today, after a few seconds, 'hard' was the appropriate word. One more temptation to bear, so I bore it and drank in the sight of her. She walked as if she was displaying herself. Even in 6 inch heels her stride was long and flowing, taut muscles rippling in her pertly jutting bottom and lithe, shapely legs, her hips and buttocks swaying provocatively as if on a catwalk.
We walked down a couple of corridors and up some wide wooden stairs before arriving at a large bronze door, with a scanner to one side. Alessa knelt gracefully at my feet, knees wide and wrists crossed behind her.
"The scanner is set for your thumbprint Master. Only you can open this door from outside."
I pressed, and entered. Glancing back, I saw Alessa had not followed, but remained kneeling.
"This slave girl begs to enter your quarters, Master" she said.
I nodded, and watched her as, wrists still crossed behind her, she bend forward to kiss the threshold three times, the third long and lingeringly, her hair falling about her face. The she crawled into the room, carefully shutting the door behind her, and knelt again at my feet. She bent forward again and kissed my feet humbly, then straightened her body and looked up at me with those hot brown eyes.
"Master" she said "I am Alessa. I am a slave girl, and if it is acceptable to you I am to serve as your room girl. I submit myself fully to you Master in all things. My only purpose is to give you pleasure, and if I fail in anything I beg that you will punish me. I hope that you find me pleasing, and will permit me to serve you, Master?"
"I find you very pleasing Alessa" I responded. "Thank you. I'm expecting...company...in less than half an hour, and what I most need is a quick look round these rooms, then a shower, and a change of clothes."
"Yes Master" she smiled happily. "Your things have already been brought up and I have unpacked them. I can help you shower, or there is a bath prepared.
"But before I show you the rooms Master, I must tell you that there is a custom here that a Master with a new room girl should give her a lesson in submission, that she can quickly learn his dominance, and perhaps that he can learn her weaknesses. The lesson is up to you Master. Whatever you want, for as long as you want." Alessa's eyes sparkled as she continued with mounting enthusiasm. "Please Master: teach me to serve you, punish me, make me cry and beg. You might wish to put me through my paces, then use me ruthlessly. Or tie me up and have me in whatever positions please you. There are restraints and equipment for you to use on me stored in the room, and more can be brought. Or you could string me up and whip me, or bend me over and crop me. Or use my mouth for your pleasure, perhaps cum over my face and have me leave it there. Whatever you wish Master. I beg you to teach me my submission. I beg it."
She was so hot and eager, kneeling there, so passionate and excited. And so damned shamelessly wanton and submissive. I had no doubt this gorgeous young woman wanted me to force her to submit, to whip her if I wished, to take whatever I wanted from her. And it would be so easy to just have her now - I was sure as hell ready. But I had plans involving the punishment of certain other slave girls and I was not going to get distracted, even by this hot little temptress. Time was wasting. Still, a gentleman doesn't disappoint a lady. I thought there was something I could probably do fairly quickly that would leave me still able to deal with the other vixens. And I did need to get in the groove for this extraordinary island.
I strode over to a nearby overstuffed sofa, and sat in the middle.
"Crawl to me slave girl" I commanded.
She did it so sexily, making a tormentingly arousing performance of the way she moved her lissom body, then kneeling in front of me, hands behind her back, her body slightly arched to offer me those sweet ripe breasts, her eyes looking up deeply into mine.
"Strip, quickly."
Alessa swiftly reached her hands back to unfasten both shoes, which she placed in front of me, her head down. Then kneeling straight again, her hands went to the single button holding her negligee together at her breasts. Obediently she did not tarry, but simply opened the button and with both hands peeled aside the skimpy lace, drawing the garment back over both shoulders at the same time and letting it slide off her smooth skin to fall behind her. Her breasts were incredible: medium-sized, flawless, firm and beautifully rounded, tipped with little brown nipples, already hard. She held my eyes the whole time while she so brazenly bared herself, than reached back to retrieve the negligee and, head down again, placed it at my feet. Then she flexed sensuously to her side, and then onto her back in profile to me, raising her legs into the air. Her body undulated as she eased the flimsy yellow panties off her bottom with both hands, and then in one long graceful movement she slid them up her curving legs, and off, and brought them to her mouth. She rolled and twisted to her knees again, then knelt with her wrists crossed behind her, and the lacy thong dangling from her lips. She stretched forward to drop the panties too at my feet, then knelt back, naked before my hungry eyes.
"Come and lie up here, bottom across my lap."
Alessa kissed the front of the sofa three time, then crawled up beside me, keeping low and then squirming her upper body across my lap, blatantly using her face and breasts across my rigid manhood as she slid into position, naked across me, her delicious rump beneath my hands. Her skin was soft and silky smooth. And, as she lay, the little tease was squirming her body against my manhood. I quickly grabbed a cushion and slid it onto my lap, giving me some protection and raising her pert bottom.
"Hands behind your neck Alessa", I said, gently kneading a slim buttock as she swiftly obeyed. "I don't have time right now to play with you the way I'd like, but I shall try to honour the custom. I'm going to spank you."
"Oh, yes Master" she breathed. "Shall I count them?"
It struck me again how far ahead of me these girls always seemed. Nothing I'd done had fazed them yet. I let my right hand trace a line down the crack of her bottom to slowly cup her mons. I stroked her gently and her muscles tautened. Interesting that she seemed so responsive, so quickly.
"Good idea", I responded, and raising my hand delivered a stinging smack to the right cheek. I had the satisfaction of hearing her gasp, before she spoke.
"One", she said softly. I switched to the other cheek. Smacking slightly harder.
"Two." And again, harder still.
"Three." Both soft cheeks were reddened now. This must hurt: her whole body had tensed. I delivered three more sharp smacks, the girl counting. On the sixth I heard pain in her voice.
