[This is in BDSM on purpose. The story includes cunnilingus, fellatio, coitus, girl-girl, tattooing and BDSM play. It is fiction. No one was injured in the writing of this story. I do not recommend any reader attempt to do any of the things portrayed in the story. Many of the acts described can cause bodily harm and great pain.]
She was somebody else's date. I'd met her when they arrived. She was his arm candy for the evening. Of the fifteen or so people in my home, she was the one that caught my interest. It was obvious from the moment I opened the door she knew who I was and she was interested. Others may have thought I was a curiosity or maybe interesting, but she was interested.
The party was to celebrate the debut of my newest book, "Shadows." I was fairly sure at least half the people at the party had read it, or parts of it. Probably to see if they were in it. There would be another party for those who were actually portrayed in the book, but not that night. That party was for my acquaintances who were not in the shadows. That party was all business, until she arrived.
The man she came with worked for my publisher. He introduced her as Linda, with no last name, paraded her through the house so everyone would see he could get a good looking woman to go out with him, and then abandoned her. He made sure she had a drink and then he wandered off, looking for something or some one more interesting. It was someone and the some one was male.
It took her less than two minutes to realize she had been dumped. It didn't seem to upset her. I mingled and talked to everyone while keeping tabs on her. She found the food and ate a little. She found the booze and refreshed the drink her date had provided. She found my library and began looking at the books.
Beth and Marty got me into a discussion with themselves and three other people about where to go on a vacation this summer and for almost an hour I lost her. The discussion ended without a decision. I mingled a little more and saw her again, still in the library and alone. She had a book in her hands and open. A small paperbound book I recognized, "Polyamory, The New Love Without Limits."
At ten people started getting the itch. The energy in the house shifted to "I need to be somewhere else" and my guests began hugging me, telling me how great they thought the book was and scampering to their cars. There was still time to go somewhere and be seen by someone. I looked around and she was still in my library.
Her date was in the kitchen eating as though he were about to go hibernate and needed another three thousand calories or he wouldn't survive. I left him to the leftovers and went to her.
I remembered her name from when he introduced her three hours before. "Linda, In a few minutes your date will remember he brought you to my party. He will come looking for you with a lame excuse for having ignored you for three hours. He will want to take you home. Somewhere in his mind he holds a hope that even though he wasn't a good date you'll go out with him again next time he needs to show people he's straight."
"You noticed. Thank you, Sir. He got me a drink and I haven't seen him since." Her voice was slightly louder than a whisper. She was a little offended and couldn't muster the volume to really say so.
"I notice as much of what happens in my world as I can. Especially when it is happening to a woman I'm interested in."
The color of her face changed.
"When your date finds you, act surprised. Tell him you thought he had left and you have already made arrangements to get home. Do not allow him to apologize for abandoning you. There can be no excuse for such behavior."
"You're right, but saying it..."
"Will you allow me to make sure you get home?"
"Yes."
"Then I will speak to him, on your behalf. Please, stay here." I left her in the library. As I entered the kitchen he was gently putting the last bite of an éclair in his mouth.
"Do you have a business card?" I asked.
He got one from his pocket and handed it to me. I put it in my pocket and guided him to the front door. By the time we got there the éclair was swallowed and he said, "I need to find the lady who came with me."
"I have already seen to her. You abandoned her three hours ago. Your behavior has been socially inappropriate. I do thank you for eating so much that I don't need to clean up the kitchen. You are never to come to my home again. You are not welcome. Understand?"
"I didn't abandon her!" He realized that his behavior would likely cost him his job and he protested.
"I don't argue. I will not argue with you. Good Night." I motioned him out my door and closed it behind him.
When I reentered the library she and I were the only people left in the house. The doors were locked. She had not taken a single step since I left her.
"Am I in danger?" She asked.
"None. How did you come to be his date?"
"He is in a class with me at UCLA and I heard him say he was coming to this party. I wanted to come."
"First date?"
"Yes."
"Last date?"
"Yes."
"You've read my book?"
"Books. Yes."
"Ok. Then you know where you are and what happens here."
"Yes, Master." Her eyes sparkled as she said the word. She dropped her gaze to the floor.
"Did you buy a new dress for tonight?"
"Yes."
"When you put it on, did you think about watching my eyes as you took it off?"
"No. A sub does not look directly at her Master. I knew I would feel your eyes on me as I took it off for you."
"Take it off."
Her hands reached to the zipper on the back of her dress and she slowly pulled it down. She shrugged her shoulders and the dress began to fall.
"Catch it!" I said. She did. Her bra was uncovered. "It's a nice dress. It should not be on the floor. Step out of it and put it on a chair. Please."
She smiled and did as I asked. She wore thigh high stockings, a silver gray thong and a silver gray satin bra. When she had stepped out of the silver gray sheath dress she had also stepped out of the matching silver gray pumps. Most women wore pantyhose when they got dressed up. The stockings showed me she had, indeed, read my books and knew I detested pantyhose.
She watched my eyes peripherally as she released the front closure of her bra and opened it, exposing her breasts to me. Perfect C cup breasts with berry sized nipples that seemed to already be hard.
"Take the thong off, please. Leave the stockings."
She bent and pushed the thong to the floor. When she stood back up she used her toes to flip the thong into the air. She easily caught it and put it on top of the bra, on top of her dress. She was shaved completely.
"Did you shave your pussy for me?"
"Yes."
"First time shaving?"
"No. The first time was when I finished chapter three of your first book."
"Have you been shaving since then?"
"Yes."
"Put a finger in your pussy and bring me a taste of your juices."
I watched as she dipped the index finger of her left hand into her slit and brought me a wet finger. She slid it into my mouth and I sucked on it. I watched the pupils of her eyes dilate as I sucked.
"Have you ever given yourself to a Dom before tonight?"
"I gave myself to you, months ago."
I smiled. "You know I will hurt you."
"Yes." Her voice gave away her feelings. She was wanting the pain, wanting the pleasure hidden in the pain.
I asked her for her purse. She gave it to me from where she had put it next to her dress. I looked and her driver's license told me she was twenty-three.
"Close your eyes." She did. I swung hard and slapped both her tits. The sound was loud in my otherwise silent house. She jumped and her eyes flew open. Her mouth opened, but somehow she didn't make a sound.
"Close your eyes and keep them closed." She did. I saw the redness bloom on her pale skin where my hand had slapped her. I moved close and sucked one nipple into my mouth. As I did I moaned, knowing she could feel the vibration.
Her hands involuntarily began to rise, as if to hold my face to her breast. She stopped herself and put her hands back at her sides. I released her nipple and stepped back. I slapped across her breasts again. She jumped, but her eyes stayed closed and she made no sound.
I sucked her other nipple. Harder and harder I sucked, then released. I saw her tense, anticipating that I would slap her again. I smiled.
"Open your eyes, please." She did.
I pointed to a door. "Through that door is a bathroom. Go in and get a towel from under the sink. Bring it back to me."
She did as I asked. I took it from her and folded it so it was folded once. I put it on the floor by my chair. "Do you remember, from my books, how to sit?"
