Tuesday, May 29, 2007

"I'm going to burn you now".



I announced this smoothly as I lit a cigarette. I inhaled & sauntered loose hipped toward Nazz, who was still bound & laced liberally with white wax. I blew a Bettie Davis stream of smoke upwards. God, I thought, this really tastes like shit. Why do people do this?

"Are you ready"? He mumbled something incoherent & edged in fear. I grabbed his chin & jerked it up so he was looking into my eyes. Wow, he really looked scared.

"What did you say you sniveling hall monitor?" He shook his head & loudly said no.

I was nonplussed. Was he testing me? Should I go ahead with our original plan? My gut was telling me Nazz was not ready for this level of pain. Or maybe I wasn't. That decided me.

"I'm sorry pet but you said you wanted this. I'm going to do it. you might even thank me later. No use invoking the safe word ( I went with the traditional RED as the word) it has no power here". I noticed when I was "Ava" I slipped into a formal, almost prophetic tone of voice. Like a I was a cast member from Lord Of The Rings. This was never planned on my part, it just naturally happened.

He began silently thrashing about in his seat, his biceps tight & veined. I watched him thoughtfully for a moment & then made a sudden darting movement toward his face with the glowing end of the nasty cancer stick. He literally started yelling or praying in another language. He was not making this easy for me.

"Please Mistress, no I'm begging you! Red! Red! Red!" he howled. In answer, I reached down between his thighs where despite all the ruckus, he was still admirably aloft, & crushed the cigarette on the metal seat. He yelled in a strange bird like shriek until I slapped him on the side of the head.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? I didn't even burn you! Shut up before I shove my boot in your mouth." I demanded. I was disgusted by this absurd display of theatrics. I started undoing his hands & feet as he fell silent. He kept his head hung down so I clenched him by the back of his neck like a kitten. I hissed in his ear to get down on all fours & keep his eyes on the floor. He complied, but to slowly for my taste so I nudged him encouragingly in his ass. I sat on the sleek & modern couch & spread my arms along the back of it.

"Take off my shoes. Do it with respect & admiration." Nazz nodded enthusiastically & did as I asked. This was more his speed & what he really wanted all along. I told him to get me some oil & a clean towel. I wanted a foot massage. I commanded that he crawl & was no longer amazed when he did so. Already I was becoming jaded.

"If you do a good job, I'll let you touch yourself as you rub my feet."

I sighed in pleasure as he began expertly kneading & rubbing my feet. With the view & the brown boy kneeling in front of me, I felt like I was in some decadent third world salon.

A girl could get used to this.