I was lying on the bed naked, covered by only a small piece of the bed sheet. I had been tied up in the middle of the night so my slender body was drawn out along the length of the bed. It seemed to me that I resembled one of those carved wooden figurines attached to the bows of old ships with wood fashioned to look like tattered remnants of clothing blowing in the sea breezes.
I was roused out of my daydream by a large figure entering the room. She was dressed in her usual attire consisting of a skimpy miniskirt and a halter-top that barely covered her ample breasts. She had a soft smile and beautiful electric blue eyes that called out to you and demanded your attention. Her shockingly white hair flowed, cascading off her shoulders, which were the same pure whiteness. She looked like an angel, a pristine picture of womanhood.
“My little Lilly,” she said as she approached me, “Did you sleep well my love?”
I smiled faintly and turned my head towards her, marveling in her astonishing beauty. She walked over to the large French doors and flung them open, pouring light into the room. I squinted for a moment as my eyes adjusted and saw her approach the bed. She leaned over and tousled my hair, teasing me slightly, knowing that I longed for that first kiss of the morning. She got up took her seat in a small armless chair adjacent to the bed, crossing her legs delicately. Everything about her was exquisite; her beautiful looks, the way she moved and her wonderful imagination. All of which toyed with my heart.
She rang a little bell on the table next to it and immediately a servant came in with a tray of tea and tasty cakes and muffins for the morning’s breakfast. She poured herself a cup, sweetening it how she liked and took a sip. She also poured me a cup and added a bit of honey but I would not get to enjoy it until I was freed of my bonds. She pulled out her glasses and a magazine and began reading it intently.
“Sarah,” I said meekly, “I am hungry, may I please have a bit of something to eat.”
She looked up from the glossy magazine and over the frame of her glasses and smiled. Her face always took on an air of pure intellect when she glanced above the rim of her glasses. She took the tray and sat it next to me on the bed and pulled one of the pillows that had been tossed on the floor under her knees. I pressed my lips together, taking in the sight and smell of the fresh pastries. She had picked out a lovely strawberry tart for me and cut it in half with a butter knife. She gently placed it in my mouth and watched me enjoy every bite of it. Then, kissing her finger, she pressed it to my lips; not true intimacy but still and act of love.
She sat back into her seat and read her magazine until the sunlight had crept over the floor and onto the bed. I had reveled in her presence for at least an hour, drinking up her sight and the subtle scent of her perfume. She had eaten a few cakes and offered me another, this time a piece of a cranberry muffin and I gladly accepted. She rang the bell once more and the servant came and took away the tray but she kept my cup of tea, which by now had gone cold.
She approached the bed once more, pulling up the pillow and kneeling on the floor. She ran her smooth fingertips across my outstretched arm and caused me to giggle. It was a time for seriousness and giggling was not appropriate but she understood. She leaned over and I closed my eyes as her lips met mine. Not a bawdy open-mouthed kiss, but a soft delicate kiss that lingered for a few moments. As she pulled away I tried to strain my neck to keep us connected but she censured me nonverbally. She got off her knees and rang the bell and left the room.
The servant came and untied me and brought me into the washroom where I was bathed and dressed in an oriental silk robe. I was then presented with my tea and the servant left the room. I knew the door was locked; there was no point to even try to open it. When Sarah wanted me she would come for me, she had a habit of doing this occasionally. The balcony doors were still open and I took this chance to sip my tea outside. As I got down to the end of the cup, the honey trickled into my mouth and coated my throat with a delicious sweetness. I stood out there for some time and the doors had been shut, locking me outside but I didn’t worry. When they were opened again, my room had fresh bed linens, a tray of fresh tea and beautiful flowers in a vase on one of the tables. I curled up on the bed and buried my face in the cozy blankets that seemed to smell of my Sarah’s perfume.
The night came. I had spent the day in loving solitude, longing for our evenings together. She had come in like clockwork, in a room that had no clock. But I knew when the shadows cast by the sun began to touch the railing of the balcony she would arrive for me. The stress of work had taken its toll or her lovely body. Her face was drawn, her arms seemed weak from some unknown labor. But she climbed into the bed and I was like her pet. She stroked my thick hair and scratched my back eliciting an occasional purr even.
I looked into her eyes and she leaned down and we kissed as passionately as ever. Our tongues dancing and flitting in each other’s mouths, the gentle sucking noises that filled the room. I wrapped my arms around her and she eased herself onto her back. I toyed with her button-up shirt and ugly brown skirt that she wore to her meetings and managed to get them off. She helped with the bra and her massive breasts spilled from it when she undid the clasp. I laid my head on her stomach and ran my fingers over the smooth flesh.
She untied the sash holding together my robe and touched my large scar that ran almost the whole length of my abdomen. I shut my eyes tightly trying to block out the images racing through my mind. I had loved my husband and the son we worked for four years trying to conceive with every fiber of my being. The day of the horrible accident, a part of my soul died with them. A car going sixty miles per hour had hit us straight into the driver’s side where my husband and son were seated. The ambulance came and took me, my son was pronounced dead on the scene and my husband, flown out by helicopter. He later died in the hospital. The scar I received from a piece of metal that had sliced through me as the car rolled.
Sarah had been his business partner at Sheer Solutions, a company that he had founded. She came and comforted me, helped me make funeral plans and get all of my husband’s affairs in order. His will decreed that I would be the new holder of his 40% of stock, making me the new partner. I locked myself in my house for six months and Sarah would come over and bring me food and bring a maid to tidy up the place. Eventually she brought me to her estate and I sold the house and put the money in my savings account. I had fallen in love with her and life seemed to be restoring its order. We lived together for two years now; I loved every minute of her company.
She would get in these little moods where she would feel very playful and lock me up in the room and tease me and make me want her more than ever. I loved it! She knew just what buttons to push and presently she was pushing every one of them. She had placed me on my back and held my breasts in her hands, pinching my nipples deliciously. I had helped her out of her snow-white pantyhose and cute white thong and she had assumed the position of straddling my stomach, keeping me tightly under her control. She would nibble and suck on my soft flesh and then tickle me into a crazed state. I kicked at the bed trying to get away from her for only a moment; just to catch my breath but she was firmly planted on my stomach. As I tried to fight, she squeezed her thighs together to keep me from moving too much. This erotic teasing continued for about ten minutes and I was breathing heavily and she had this look of pure excitement on her face. She grabbed my forearms and brought them together over my head, forcing my breasts to stand at attention and she leaned over and rested her head between the valley. I calmed down considerably and she let go of my arms. I stroked her cheek affectionately and she let out a small sigh.
With all my might I rolled the both of us onto our sides. She was very delicate but her weight was immense when she was not helping at all. I inched my way down so we could be eye to eye and rubbed noses with her. She was so tender and sweet to me, even when trying to be rough. I embraced her with one arm around her back and scratched soothingly with my long nails. She stirred slightly, shuffling closer to me and I held her a bit tighter.
We made love almost every night; I was usually the giver and I liked it that way. But tonight was different; she would be in control of the whole situation. She rang the bell and the servant walked in with the silky feeling ropes I was bound in this morning. My heart began to pump and I thought about just giving in to the inevitable but I knew she liked it more when I fought back.
“Noooooo!” I squealed but it only made her move more quickly.
