The Beast

Casaneva Memoir #1

 

I wait at the entrance of a huge old hotel.
A gray-silver Mercedes 500SL glides in and stops before me.
Before I reach the passenger door, a doorman quickly opens it for me.
I sit down on the seat and pull my legs into the car.
I find my skirt revealing my thighs on the low seat.
My face blushes when I pull the hem down with nonchalance.

"The doorman could never notice," I say to myself.
It is only we two in the car who know that I wear nothing under the skirt.

The car starts and he tells me to pull my skirt up,
Little by little...
He orders me to spread my legs to the full width of the small seat.
I'm so embarrassed...
During a red signal, his right hand reaches me.
Fingered rhythmically, I can't hold in my gasp.
"Don't wet the seat."
I obediently put a handkerchief under my thighs.
He's right. I'll make a stain there without it.
His hand comes to taste me at every pause.
Afraid of eyes from other cars, I cannot look up.

The Mercedes finally comes to a stop when he finds a small parking
space among countless cars on the roadside.

We enter a small business building.
In the elevator...
He keeps checking the wetness between my thighs.

I've never been here.
We look around the adult shop.
Ropes, rotors, vibrators, anal-plugs, brushes, ball-gags, enemas, candles...
He tells me to choose a rotor and vibrator for myself.
I feel shy about touching those tools in front of other shoppers.
My clothes do not allow me to crouch for the lower shelves.
I try talking with my partner to pretend to be unconcerned, but he coldly walks away to another corner, leaving me alone.
I feel as if people are watching me through the shelves.
Here goes! Decisively I begin to check the tools.

On our way back,
He deliberately makes a detour.
He tells me to try the brand-new rotor after cleaning it with wet tissue paper.
I can see a wire coming out of my skirt.
The controller lies beside the shift lever.
Once in a while, his hand moves and the vibration gets more intense.

Pushing my feet against the floor, I stand the torture.
Again, and again...
And finally, gripping the both sides of my seat with all my strength,
I just let my limbs jerk in spasms.

When I get out of the car, the forgotten handkerchief falls on the ground.
Picking it up for me, the doorman shows a flash of suspicion.
"Thank you."
I fold and put it into my handbag with apparent unconcern.

Feeling my own juice dripping down between my thighs...

 

 

Once in the room, I'm not allowed to have anything covering my body.
My partner is staring at me from the living room sofa.
Totally naked, on all fours, I prostrate myself at his feet.
Released from the shoes and socks, his bare feet come under my nose.
In order to lick the feet on the carpet, I have to raise my hips and
lower my head as far as possible.
Now, I begin to lick,
Each of his toes...
Finally, I suck his whole toe,
Sniffing like a dog.

When I move into the bedroom on my hands and knees, he dresses me with a rope.
From my neck to breast.....
"You're soaking wet..," he says after touching my crotch while roping me.
"Yes...."
I don't know any other way to answer him.
He makes me stand with my hands pressed against the bedroom dresser and puts a gag in my mouth.
With my mouth forced open, the visage was tragically beautiful.

My partner comes back from the closet with a belt in his hands.
I'm scared.
A cordovan belt with a vague luster on its surface.
Suddenly it slaps my back.
"Auu!!"
Again,
And again,
A sharp pain, pleasure, and another sharp pain.
My head whites out, unable to think.
Even my face in the dresser mirror looks like that of a strange woman.
Who's that?
That's....me....
After beating, his fingers gently caress the traces on my skin.
Electric raptures run all over my body.

Again on my fours, I am tortured with the rotor.
Overloaded with pleasure, my back arches upward.
My head hangs down.
A hand grabs my hair and pulls up my head.
My back arches up again.
My hips begin to writhe with some other will than my own.
The vibrator comes in.

"Uuuuuu"
My hips try to escape.
They are pulled back.
The vibrator thrusts in and out, faster, and faster.....
I collapse on the carpet with my face down,
In shudders and spasms...

Right after that, I get my reward.
The mere penetration throws me into an endless spell of orgasms.
The point of no return...
I just keep moving my hips and crying like an idiot.
Again,
And again.

When I come back to myself, the rope is gone and I lie on a bath towel.
A burning red candle comes over me.
I tremble.
The candle drips,
One drop, and another....
My body arches with the biting heat.
The heat awakes the beast within me.
Dull heat, a thrust of pleasure, and sharp heat.
Who is this?
This is....me....
A creature which is me and not me at once...

Thrust far, far away from my dull reality,
I become a beast that I disown.

 

A wet and sticky memory, isn't it?