Mistress holds confession every Wednesday from 4 pm to 6 pm. She never knows who will present. Sometimes no one comes. Sometimes old lovers present asking for forgiveness. Other times it is people who have heard about her methods from a friend and need absolution. Today it is an old lover.
Her former lover enters the chamber quietly, softly, eyes downcast. She looks distraught. She is a young and sometimes timid. She tends to fault herself even when others don't. Mistress asks her to come forward, to raise her eyes, to look into her face.
The young lover is afraid. What could she have done? Mistress tries to calm her. "Sit my pet, and tell me your troubles. I don't judge. I just bring clarity."
Her young pet answers, "Mistress, you know I am not very experienced. I made a misjudgment, and did a terrible thing."
Mistress coaxes her pet, "My little darling, tell me what troubles you."
Her young pet, Delilah, drops her eyes. "Mistress, I can't. You will find me loathsome."
Mistress says, "Delilah, you came here of your own free will. Tell me and you will be free."
Delilah takes a deep breath. She raises her head, then finally her eyes. She says, "Mistress, promise me you won't judge me." She is red faced and whispering. "Promise me."
Mistress answers, "I never judge. I just help you reveal."
So Delilah begins. She says, "Mistress, sometimes I am so trusting. I take people at their word. I want to believe the best."
"Yes," Mistress answers. Delilah continues,
"Well, I met a boy, not any boy, but an extraordinary boy. And I believed him. And bad things happened, and I shouldn't have, and now I am ashamed."
Mistress Marla waits patiently. Then she says, "Delilah that is a very short story. I can't see what shame there is in believing someone. What bad things happened?"
Delilah is burning red as she answers, "bad things." Mistress waits patiently. She has all afternoon. Delilah looks down. She wrings her hands. Then she starts to whisper.
"I met a boy at the coffee house. He seemed so nice. We talked about school and travels. He has been all over the world. He was mesmerizing, absolutely spell binding. We talked and talked for hours. We finally parted and I was sad. The next day I returned, but he wasn't there. Every day I went there, but he didn't come back. Finally I gave up. Two weeks passed. I forgot about him. Then I stopped in for a latte after class, and there he was, sitting at the same table, in the same chair, just gazing at me, smiling. I was thrilled."
Delilah pauses, out of breath. Then she continues. "I tried to act nonchalant, like I didn't notice him. He stood, pulled out my chair, and asked me to join him. Again, we talked for hours. I realized I didn't even know his name. It became late, and I had to go. I asked if we would see each other again. He told me it depended on whether I was a good girl. I didn't know what that could mean, but promised I would be. He told me to meet him the next day, but later, around 9. He told me to be a good girl. He told me to make my excuses, that I would be late. I promised I would."
"Is that what you did wrong?" Mistress asks. "That you told him you would be good?"
Delilah answers, "No, that I wasn't." Delilah then tells the tale of her wickedness. She came to the coffee house the next day, nervous with anticipation. She arrived at 845, just to be sure she wasn't late. She waited and waited. She paced and pondered. At 930, she decided to leave.
As she was walking to her apartment, William appeared at her side. "Did you tell anyone where you were going?" he asked.
"Of course not," she answered.
"Are you ready to be good?" he asked.
"I think so," she answered.
William took her hand in his, smiled down at her, and said, "Oh, I think you will be very good."
Suddenly they were walking at a maddening pace, her heels clicking, and hardly able to keep up. He is pulling her along, down darkened streets, through pitch black alleys, and around abandoned buildings. They stop at an old warehouse, half demolished and fallen down. He takes both her hands, and asks her sternly, "Can you be good?"
She blinked up at his face, her eyes filled with tears from the wind. "I'll try," she answers.
William pulls out a key, huge and old, like a skeleton key. He places it into a lock, and turns it slowly. He starts to open the door. It is pitch black inside. Once again he asks, "Can you be good?"
"Yes," she answers, "I can." He smiles, lights a match, and pulls her inside. The door clangs shut behind them.
William is walking as if he knows the place. She hears voices, maybe music, ahead. She is confused and a little scared, but determined to be good. After twisting and turning, they emerge into a dimly lit room. There are 4 or 5 men there.
William is holding her hand. They turn toward her. They all start to smile. One says, "my oh my, what do we have here?" Suddenly Delilah is afraid. She clenches at William's hand.
He pulls her near, and says to the group, "supper, I think." They all start to move toward her. William says to them all, "Delilah has promised to be good. Do you think she can be?"
One of the men says, "She had better be."
William says, "Delilah is young and inexperienced. She can be good for us if we are good to her."
One of the men says, "Making rules again, William?"
William says, "Yes, and if you can't play by them, you can go." He grumbles, and makes for the door. This leaves 4 men and William.
William turns to Delilah and says, "Will you be good for us my darling, if we are good to you?"
She says, "What are you intending?"
He says, "Why, to have you for supper." At first she is unsure what he means, then one of the men undoes his pants and lets them fall to the floor, prick standing out stiff. "What kind of manners are those?" William asks.
Delilah starts to tremble. William says, "We want you for dinner is all. We won't hurt you if you don't struggle. There will be no violence, just pleasure for us, and pleasure for you. Is that alright?"
Delilah realizes she has little choice now. The men are drawing nearer, each taking off his clothes as he approaches. Delilah turns to William and asks, "What will you do?"
He answers, "Well fuck you of course, and let my mates fuck you as well, and pleasure you like you have never been pleasured. Are you a virgin?"
Delilah blushed. "I have been with a woman once, but no men."
"Then we will give it to you slow and easy," says William. He steps back from her. The men approach. They start to paw at her, to remove her clothing. They don't tear it or rip it, they don't grab her roughly, they just begin to disrobe her methodically. Soon she is naked. One brings the fire closer. They stand and admire her body. They walk around her in a circle.
One at a time they reach out and touch her breasts, her ass, her belly. One steps closer and starts to slip his hand between her legs. "No" says William, "I will do her first. I will break that cherry with my cock."
Delilah is scared but somehow aroused. The men are calm, they are admiring her, and they are touching her insistently, but not roughly. One man says, "Why do you get it first? Why do you get the blood?"
"Because I found her," says William. William takes her hand and leads her to the center of the room. There is a bed there. Attached to each post is a tie. He says, "You can do this willingly like a good girl, or I can tie you." Delilah hangs her head, and agrees to be good. William lies her down on the bed.
The other men approach. Each is looking at her, touching her, or himself or both. One man is stroking his cock and standing back a little. Another comes up and begins to stroke her left breast with one hand, and his cock with the other. The third starts to drag his cock across her face lightly, but not forcing her to take it in her mouth. The fourth starts to pinch her right breast, bringing blood to the nipple and making it hard. He is also stroking himself.
William grabs her ankles. He spreads her legs. He starts onto the bed, cock hard and arching. She looks away. When she does, she sees the man caressing her breast and his own cock. She turns the other way, but sees the other man who is pinching her nipple and stroking himself. She feels yet another man's cock on her cheek, inching closer and closer to her mouth.
William is on his knees, ready to pierce her. He takes his hands and rubs them lightly down her thighs. He whispers, "You are going to like this, maybe love it. When it is over, you will beg for it every day of your life." His hands reach her pussy. He brushes her bush lightly. He starts to tickle her clit, to play with her lips, to coax his fingers against her hole.
And he is right. She starts to like it. She starts to move back against his hand, to grind against his palm. "Not yet, my sweet," he whispers, and pulls her knees apart. He angles himself down toward her, and the tip of his cock is ready to pierce her lips. "Do you want it?" he asks.
"Yes," she answers.
