Introduction:
This story comes from a somewhat dark, angry place, surprising me. It will be the only story of this nature I'll ever write. The rest will definitely be brighter. If you have genuine affection for the girl from your school days, the cousin, then maybe you should stop here. Me, well, frankly, I detest her. It's not jealousy. It's because she tortured you, tantalized you, affected your lifelong sexual perspectives, and still has the same kind of power over you that she did then. Yet she gave you nothing. And for that, I feel like she ought to suffer at least a little. It irritates me to realize, here is this bitch who only wanted to tease you and keep you on a sexual chain, and yet to you, even decades later, she will always be the ultimate prize. Then there's me, who would do anything to bring you five seconds of pleasure, and yet, I suffer no delusions that, given the fuck option between me or her, you would choose her without a second thought.
Maybe that's her appeal: they say a man will always remember and want the "one that got away", the one that he never got to have his way with. At any rate, I do rather despise her. No, I don't think she would ever deserve the right of having you inside her; she should have lost that option years ago when she withheld everything. Technically, the most complete and highest revenge would be for you to have forgotten her completely and found total satisfaction through other girls, But that didn't happen. So, this story, well, it's a release. For me. Forgive me if it offends you. Or read it with humor, as the ravings of a slightly insane creature who adores you.
You and I have had several rendezvous by this time, over the years. We've checked off your bucket-list, one fantasy after another. But I know that, ultimately, I can never satisfy those fantasies because I'm not the one you've always really wanted. I've been a substitute, a body serving proxy. So I develop a plan to free your mind, to give you a cumulative degree of satisfaction.
You get a call from me, and we set up a time to meet at a five-star hotel. I tell you there's a special delight in store for you, and this raises your curiosity, because we've already done practically everything you could imagine.
You show up, you knock on the door. I open it, then step back. The room is decorated in black, red and white. There's a four poster bed with sheer, black canopy drapes and a white satin duvet. There's a deep, tall, black lacquer dresser, positioned in front of a large mirror.
As soon as you step in, you see the bed. What you see on the bed is a woman. She's middle aged, softly plump, wearing navy blue panty hose, a man's white shirt several sizes too small, and black high-heeled pumps. Her hands and feet are spread, tied to the posts of the bed with long, black cords. She's wearing a white satin blindfold, and a red silk cloth is pulled across her mouth. There's a wide window opening to a crowded courtyard and pool area, and you notice the shades are partly open, exposing the bedroom scene to anyone who happens to pass by.
You can't catch your breath, your heart pounds, your cock is instantly hard, straining at your trousers. This isn't an image you'd ever expected. Your eyes rove the room and there I am, decked out in full dominatrix apparel. Black garter stockings, black, leather stiletto boots that lace up to my thighs, a black leather bustier, lace edged, that pushes my breasts up and slightly over the top, makes them swell and almost spill out. I'm wearing gothic jewelry, designed with a flair of danger. I'd considered the vampire look, but decided to go dark and mysterious instead, so have been tanned and bronzed, with dark smoldering eyes and red-black lips. I've even darkened my hair for the occasion; it's teased and full, swept to the side, almost black. My lace fingerless gloves come just over my elbows. But your attention is quickly pulled back to her.
What you'll never know is how she came to be here. I'd contacted her, given her a proposition without telling her any names. By this time, I have quite a business going; I'd offered her a contract. For a payment, she would come and participate in whatever I planned. But she wasn't given the details, only that there would be no permanent damage to her person, and if at any time, she wanted to back out, that was fine, but not only would she not get payed, she would have to pay me the agreed upon sum. The amount of money is extremely sizable, considering the fact that one of my associates has agreed to sponsor the project, contingent on my filming with hidden cameras around the room.
