Continues from 4. Un objet d’art
I was lying on the bed with Silvie. She was next to me, giving me sweet, soft little kisses and caressing my breasts. My nipples were very sore from the clamps and she was wonderfully gentle with me.
“What was all that about?”
“Just a little game we thought up for you.” She laughed. “We like to play games. It was a test. You passed, obviously. Madame said you would. I was the one who failed.”
“What do you mean?”
“You didn’t complain or say anything. So you passed your test. But I failed mine.”
“Why?” I turned my head to look at her.
“Madame decided that neither of us was allowed to look at you. It was to be a test of will power. Madame says the will is a muscle we should exercise and put to work like any other. We had to resist you.”
“But you didn’t look. Neither of you looked at me during the whole thing. Even the maid ignored me.”
“The room has hidden cameras. They are connected to the house intranet and I gave in and started watching you on my phone. I couldn’t help it. I already wanted you so badly when I left the room. When we came back I could barely control myself. You are so beautiful and I was so massively turned on by seeing you hanging there naked and so vulnerable… I sooo wanted to come over and kiss you, have your skin at my fingertips, feel your nakedness and have you at my mercy….”
She giggled, “You should have seen what I was doing to myself under the table.”
She took out her phone and showed me some screen shots she’d saved of me. “Look, my favourite.” She showed me one where I’d slipped off the high heels and my body was stretched hanging from the chain, my legs parted and my head thrown back.
“Madame knows of course and I will be punished. Those are the rules. You’ll be able to punish me as well because you won too. I hope she asks you.”
There was a cheeky but slightly bashful grin. She had the most gorgeous full mouth. Wet rosy lips and a warm smile combined with her lively eyes made her irresistible to me. I felt full of desire for her and kissed her on the mouth. She held me tight. Her hands pressed firmly against my back and ass. She really wanted me. I was aroused by how intense her need for me was. I sensed her goodness and it ignited my desire for her.
I got on top of her and held her face in my hands. I moved closer to her and when our mouths met our tongues danced in glorious rapture. Her hand went to my ass and she spanked me hard. Oh yes. Work me, work me. I pressed my pussy against hers and we kept time to a rhythm that was hard and intoxicating. I felt the young firmness of her body and our flesh intermingling and we lost ourselves in a tempest of pressing, squeezing, slapping, pinching, thrusting lust. I put my hand to her pussy. It was wet and I wanted to taste it and feel it against my mouth and drink her cum. My tongue flicked inside her and I licked and sucked and licked and sucked. I was dying of thirst and I was going to drink her dry. We rolled over and I pushed my face further into her and dug my fingernails into her ass and pressed hard.
Suddenly, she threw me off and went down on me. As her frantic tongue throbbed inside me, she reached up and her hands took possession of my breasts, held them forcefully and squeezed my still tender nipples. It hurt and I adored it.
“Yes!” I cried out. “Yes. Oh please yes!” My whole body shook for her. My flesh would be her flesh. My joy would be her joy. I would be her…
And I came. I came like never before. I came like I’d been wanting to come all my fucking life.
We lay there for some time, immobile. Two beings conjoined and at peace. Our fingers lazily stroked each other’s skin.
Then, all of a sudden, Silvie jumped up, went to the bathroom and came back with some towels, shampoo and a razor. “I’m gonna shave your pussy”, she announced.
“Right. It’d be nice to have some say in the matter,” I said.
“You don’t have any say in the matter, remember?” She chuckled and gave me that wicked grin again.
“Spread your legs!”
I lay back and submitted to her willingly. She could do whatever she wanted with me. I felt my desire for her awaken once more and I realized I was falling for her.
I had never felt like this for a woman before. And now it looked like I was in love with two women at the same time. How on earth had that happened? As I mentioned before, I’d had several rather casual relationships with boys but, now that I thought about it, I was always the one that had terminated the relationship. Had there always been something missing in my relationships with men? Was I now finding the unknown element that had been lacking?
There had been an understanding, a sense of goodness and a visceral hunger in my love-making with Silvie that I had never experienced before. Men’s love-making always seemed to be about their hunger. With Silvie, it really had been a union in the true sense. And it had been so much more intoxicating because of that. I completely lost myself to her. Making love to men was like having a few beers but fucking Silvie was like downing half a bottle of Jack Daniels and going on the rampage. There was such exhilaration and loss of control.
But I could see there was also madness here. Even in what had happened at breakfast this morning. Especially with what had happened at breakfast this morning. I had been aroused by my own submission. It was like the dream I’d had about the gym when I wanted them to want me, to feast upon my body, to use me and abuse me for their pleasure. I wanted it to be my body that fascinated them and teased them and held the promise of rapture and endless ecstasy.
I also understood the “test” idea now. Silvie said it was about willpower. It was like a battle of wills. For them it had been like a staring game of “whoever looks away first” loses – only the other way round. I’d had to submit my will and ego to them. That I understood all too well. It was my own very dominant will that had led me to succeed in sports. I had a lot of willpower. And I loved to win and would fight and sacrifice everything to get what I wanted.
This was getting interesting and I had no intention of going back to Copenhagen just yet. I would submit to whatever was coming next. I was fascinated by whatever this game was and by these two beautiful, fascinating, intoxicating women. The only question was – what was the prize we were playing for?
Silvie had finished and was kissing the now very soft and smooth flesh between my legs. I pulled her up to me.
“What happens now?”
“I don’t know. You’re free until dinner tonight. I think Madame has something planned but I don’t know what it is. Maybe I’ll get a whipping.”
“She likes whips.”
“She loves whips. And so do I.” She cackled.
Suddenly, she turned quite serious, “If you get to punish me, I want you to do it with the same intensity with which you just made love to me. Whip me like you fuck me. With passion and love and fire. I want to feel your strength. I want to feel your will overcome mine. Strike hard and win me. Make me yours.”
Was that really going to be my next test? I didn’t think I could harm such a beautiful little flower like her at all.
“I have to go now. It’s nearly lunchtime. Go out and explore all you want but stay within the grounds. There’s a pool around the back. It’s a beautiful day. Hot already. Enjoy it. The maid will bring you lunch.”
“By the way, who is the maid?”
She laughed again. “All in good time.” And she was gone.
They had left my bag with all my things at the bottom of the bed. I knew my clothes were still forbidden to me so I just left them all in the case. My phone was there and I checked for messages. Nothing. I was free to call, leave or do whatever I wanted.
No way. I was staying.
I needed some exercise and decided to check out the swimming pool. After a hot shower, which made my sore and aching nipples burn, I went downstairs and through the library. There were some books on a table by the patio window. I had the impression they had been left there deliberately.
The title of one struck my eye. It was called “Vagina: A new biography” by Naomi Wolf. I looked inside, flicked through a few pages and found this. “Female sexual pleasure, rightly understood, is not just about sexuality, or just about pleasure. It serves, also, as a medium of female self-knowledge and hopefulness; female creativity and courage; female focus and initiative; female bliss and transcendence; and as medium of a sensibility that feels very much like freedom. To understand the vagina properly is to realize that it is not only coextensive with the female brain, but is also, essentially, part of the female soul.”
I grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl on the table and took the book out to the pool.