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'Five Years' Copyright 1987 by The Lizzard
Prologue
This is a true story that occupied five years of my life and significently
changed me and those that I touch. Linda came into my life in August of 1979
and we spent the next five years together. When we met she was a very naive 20
year old. I was a very cynical and bitter 35 year old.
I had recently been separated from the U.S. Army as a Captain after 6
years, 8 months and 14 days of service - most of that in South East Asia. I
had sustained a knee injury which rendered me unfit for field operations and
had been given a choice of administrative duty or partial disability
retirement. I quit but because of special qualifications I had, I maintained
an inactive type of reserve status. Occasionally I was called upon to perform
certain services for my former employer ... I was good at what I did.
After almost a year out of the hospital and in physical therapy I had
returned to my old job, the one I had before going into the Army. The company
I work for was my first job after college, they took me back and have been very
good to me since.
I felt that every emotion had been burned out of me during my service. I
knew that I could feel nothing for anyone ever. Women and sex was recreational
for me and many times I did not even learn the names. I was extermely selfish
and unfeeling. I was sure that noone would ever touch me again ... I was very
wrong. Sometimes I think back and wonder if it would have been better if I
had never met her.
I am deeply involved with someone very special to me and want it to remain
that way. And Linda has recently come back into my life due to a tragic
circumstance.
I think I am writing this as a form of therapy to help me decide what to
do. I will write this as quickly or as slowly as I can, when I have time. I
am not a professional writer, I can bearly spell. My field is mathematics and
as such I have never had to write. If the reader finds this hard to read,
don't! It is more for me than you.
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'Five Years' Copyright 1987 by The Lizzard
Part -1, Chapter -1
It was a bright August day, the sun was hot and the temperature was not too
high. There was a little note of the fall crispness to come in the air. It
was one of those days when I got up early to do a little riding before work.
I got the 76 BMW R90/6 out of the garage, started her up, closed the garage
door, turned on the radio and rode off. After a quick ride to Jones Beach I
headed to work. I was on Union Turnpike, a major thoroughfare in Queens, New
York, when I saw her at the bus stop. She was lovely ... tall, slim, long
reddish brown hair ... and she was waiting for the bus to go to work. She was
wearing a very conservative full length summer dress which hid almost every
part of her body except her wrists, ankles and face. She carried a small
reddish brown ladies' attache case instead of a pocketbook. She wore
sunglasses and stood tall and straight.
I pulled over to the curb and said hello to her. She looked at me and just
nodded, very cooly. I asked if she was on her way to work. She said she was
and that the bus was late, as usual. I asked if she would like a lift. She
looked at me and said that she would not get on that THING even if her life
depended upon it. I took immediate offense to that remark, told her to FUCK-
OFF and rode to my office.
Three days later I took the same ride and saw her again, this time it was a
little later. I pulled over to the curb.
"So you live here, huh?"
She looked at me and said that the bus was really late and if she were
late again, she would be fired.
"Well, does your life depend on it now?" I asked.
She asked how long it would take to get to work and I told her 20-25
minutes. She asked if I was a safe driver. I told her that any answer I would
give to that was purely subjective and therefore of no consequence.
"I'm wearing a dress, how can I get on that thing?", a little panic was in
her voice.
I told her since she was wearing a dress that was much too long and much
too loose that it was easy.
"What's your name?"
"John"
"John what?"
"Just John, are you coming, I don't have all day."
OK, but drive slowly."
She got on, tucked all of the excess fabric of her dress under her legs so no
one would get a glimpse of anything above the ankle and we took off.
As far as taking it slow, well I have a problem with that. I tend to get
from point A to point B as quickly and efficiently as possible. The Long
Island Expressway is always fair game for a motorcyclist when he passes the
jammed cars. I never thought she had the strength to hold on as tightly as she
did. I think her eyes were closed all the way.
I finally got to her office building, 18 minutes flat. She got off and
just stood there shaking. I have the feeling she was as shaken by the ride as
by the earliness of her arrival. She was over an hour early for work,
something that had not taken place since her interview for the job.
"So, how was it?"
"Scary, but fun."
"Do you have a name?"
"Linda."
"Linda, what?"
"Just Linda."
I thought of asking her if she would like to get together later, but
thought better of it. I rode off telling her to have a nice day.
Two weeks later was the beginning of Indian summer. In New York this is
the most beautiful of seasons. The air was crisp and clean, something that
almost never happens here. I got up early and took another ride to Jones Beach
before work. Yep, you guessed it, on my way there she was waiting for a bus.
I pulled over and said hello Just Linda. She laughed and asked if I was going
to work. The second ride, much less scary than the first, was a lot more
comfortable and she relaxed a bit. We exchanged phone numbers and made
arrangements to meet after work, if she could. She was to call and let me know
what time she was to get out.
She never called, so I figured she wasn't interested. Oh well, that's the
way it goes sometimes. I thought about it and, what the hell, I wanted to see
her. I figured that since she had to be at work at 9:00, she would be out at
5:00. I took a chance.
When I arrived at 5:00, she was just coming out of the building with four of
her friends from work. They started to kid her about Hell's Angles and so
on. She just got on, they said to be careful and we drove off with her four
friends waving to us.
After about ten minutes she said she was hungry, she had had no lunch. We
stopped at a Greek restaurant, parked right outside (always unusual for
Manhattan) and went inside. I could tell this ride had un-nerved her a bit,
she was shaking a little. We took a table over in the corner, I ordered two
Ouzo's on the rocks and settled into talk.
After some small talk, four more Ouzo's each, and a long story about why
she had not called me, she was very busy and did not have much privacy in her
office, I asked her if she enjoyed the ride. She said that she had liked it
and at the same time was very afraid. She was wondering if this had anything
to do with her enjoyment, however small, of the bike. I told her that I
couldn't explain that to her now.
The evening went on and around 11:00 she said we had better be going. It
was OK with me since I had figured that she was too young and tied too closely
to her family to continue the relationship. I took her home on the bike and
the most extrodinary thing happened. She asked me to come in to meet her
family. I told her no, I don't meet parents, they never like me and it only
causes trouble all around. I left her at the door and said good night.
On Thursday night she called me. We talked briefly and agreed to see each
other again the following Saturday. I would use the bike and dress as I was
comfortable, she would wear jeans and ride with me. I would pick her up at her
house and meet her parents, but if there was anything negative from them, the
whole thing was off. I made it clear to her that I did not want any hassels.
Saturday came, I showed up at the house on time and she answered the door. She
was wearing jeans, very tight at that, and a red nylon sleeveless shell
top. I had never noticed what a spectacular figure she had. Her long hair was
in a pony tail and as she walked through the hallway I definitely could see
that she had a fantastic ass, the type of ass designers like Jordache had been
born for.
She introduced me to her parents, they were in their early sixties.
Evidently, she was the baby they had been wanting for a long time and this
immediately explained the overprotective environment she lived in.
I usually never get along with parents of anyone I date, but this was very
different. Her father and I hit it off like two old army drinking buddies. We
talked together for over three hours about his experiences with motorcycles in
the 1930's. Some of the things he had done were incredible. Her mother came
into the living room and invited Linda and I to stay for dinner. I said yes
without even asking Linda.
Linda and I never did get out that night. At 2:30am I said I had a
wonderful evening and I hated to go, but it was late. Her dad said I could see
Linda anytime and he looked forward to seeing me again. Linda showed me to the
door, told me that she was very glad her parents liked me and gave me a
goodnight kiss with her tongue that felt like she had gone down to my toes. I
told her I would see her again.
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'Five Years' Copyright 1987 by The Lizzard
Part - 1, Chapter -2
On the way home I thought to myself "If her old man knew the lust that I
have for his little girl, would he be so glad to see me again?"
I called her on Tuesday and we arranged to meet on Wednesday after work.
When the time came I picked her up in my car, as it was a very dreary wet day.
When she got in she immediately gave me another one of those kisses. I told
her not to start anything that she did not want to finish. She was still for a
moment and said she did want to finish it. Forty minutes later we were at my
apartment and three minutes later we were in bed. It wasn't the jeans that had
shaped this body, she was really built ... long, lean, young and tight.
She had very little experience in expressing her emotions, there were so
many things she had never done before, I felt like her teacher. Here I was
with someone 16 years younger than myself, beautiful and willing to do what?
And why?
I took her home around 3:15am. She said "Thank you for a beautiful
evening, I hope I didn't disappoint you. I have to see you tomorrow, please".
I told her she was not a disappointment and that I was busy during the day, but
she could meet me at my place later. She agreed.
When I got home on Thursday, she was there and we went inside. She was
very upset. I asked her if her parents had caused her problems. She said no,
they like me very much and that it was something else.
To make a long story short she had split up with her fiance only three days
before the wedding. She had been engaged for 2 years to this guy and had never
had sex with him, in fact she had never had sex with anyone until then. He had
wanted to, but she was deeply religious and did not. Finally she gave in and
it was a disaster. She told him that she never wanted to see him again and
cancelled the wedding. She had told her mother what happened and she
understood.
When she had met me something clicked and she had desires she didn't
understand. When she had gotten home after that first night in bed together,
she told her mother what had happened between us and her mother understood.
She didn't know if it was love or what she felt for me, only that it was more
than she had ever thought she could feel for anyone.
We spent the rest of that evening in bed exploring her desires. It got so
late, I took her straight to work the next day and she called me later to say
that it was OK with mom and pop. I was very surprised. I did not think that
parents could be that way.
I was to see her on Saturday afternoon to take advantage of the dwindling
Indian Summer riding days. A bit apprehensive, I rang the bell. Her dad
answered. OH SHIT! I thought, here is trouble. He said that she was not ready
yet and he wanted to talk to me. OH SHIT, again! We went into the living room
and I expected a real tirade, instead he said "John, you have made my daughter
very happy and for this I am grateful. I want you to continue to be with her
and give her empty life meaning. She has had a very bad experience with a
previous person, he was a real bum and we knew it from the beginning. I am
thankful it is over and that she did not marry him. She has a lot of hurt in
her over this and you are helping that. You may see her as long as you like,
but I do not want you to just push her aside. Is there anyone else that is of
significance to you at this time?". I told him that I was not involved with
anyone else and would not be as long as I was maintaining my relationship with
Linda.
She came into the room and dad said that we should have fun and not worry
about getting home. Later I asked her about that and she said he knew she
would be staying with me that night and he approved. I was still in a state of
shock over his attitude. Maybe some parents have their shit together.
Over the next five or six weeks we would spend the weekends together, some
starting as early as Wednesday. Finally I asked her if she would like to move
in. She said she had hoped I would ask her that. We cleared it with mom and
dad and it happened.
I have a large apartment, 7 rooms, rent stabilized, in a not so great
neighborhood. She helped me repaint and redecorate. It was fun. Things went
very well until about a month later when things got better.
I had been reading Penthouse's new magazine VIVA when an article about
bondage came up. She seemed fascinated with the idea of how someone could
derive any pleasure out of being tied up. I decided to show her.
I secreted several 36" pieces of leather bootlaces under the pillow and
after we went to bed and she was sitting on my face, I took one of the laces
with one hand and put her hands behind her with the other. I quickly tied her
hands together right before she came. She exploded with her orgasm and nearly
fainted. I left her tied for a while as she came back to earth. All she could
say was "WOW".
She slept soundly and in the morning it seemed as if she could not believe
what had happened. We talked about it at length and she said she wanted to
come that strongly all the time and that whatever I could do to achieve that
was fine with her. Sounded good to me.
While we were watching TV the next Friday night, she came over to the chair
where I was sitting and kneeled next to me. She said she felt that this was
her rightful place, kneeling by my side. I also agreed with her.
Over the next few months various items found their way into my apartment
... assorted collars, wrist restraints, ankle restraints, dildos, blindfolds,
hoods, gags, etc. Our bed started to have discrete attachments for clipping
into various restraints. Her orgasms were beginning to be of concern to me. I
was wondering if anyone ever died from too much pleasure. I went to the extent
of consulting with a gynecologist about the extreme intensity of the climaxes
and was assured that no one had ever cum-to-death. Just checking.
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'Five Years' Copyright 1987 by The Lizzard
Part - 1, Chapter -3
By this time we had been together for almost eight months. Everything was
fine with her parents, jobs were going well, the winter was mild, and basically
all was right with the world. Linda was becoming a bit unhappy with her job,
so I suggested she go to college. She applied to Queens College and got in.
This was a blessing in disguise because our sexual activities had become
totally the dominant force in our lives. I was spending most of my time
thinking of different ways to tie her up and she was spending most of her time
being tied up in those ways. Our work lateness records were stretched to the
limit, we had no time for any friends, we had not seen her mom and dad for
months and in short, we had become obsessed. This was my first stage in
learning that it is not how often you do something but how well it is done.
We had decided that she was going to take a full 12 credits, after all she
was getting on in years and she did not want to be a student the rest of her
life. When you hit 21, isn't it all downhill? I kidded her that after 21 the
brain starts to deteriorate and learning is harder. She was in class three
nights a week and with homework, this diminished the available time for sex.
It also gave me some time to relax a bit and expand my ideas.
I had taken one of the rooms that was used primarily for storage and moved
all the stuff to a storage warehouse. I put a lock on the door and would work
in there while she was at school. I never let her into that room until it was
finished.
The room was 17'x20' in size. I painted the walls a dark grey and spent
many hours painting freehand so the effect of stone was achieved. I installed
beams across the ceiling that were solid, not just decorative. I installed on
one of the walls, a large cross made of wood with many large screw eyes through
which to pass rope. I built a stock, similar to the kind the Puritans used.
After all, what was good for them should be good for someone as pure as myself,
right? I also built a bench/horse combination. I put up several shelves and
racks to hold anything necessary. I installed a wench system secured to the
ceiling and tethered to one of the vertical beams. I put simulated slate vinyl
tiles on the floor. Several track lighting arrangements in various colors of
bulb, all fully equipped with dimmers, were also installed. At several garage
sales I located decorative swords, axes, daggers, plaques, coats of arms,
marble cupids (from an Italian sale in Howard Beach) and basically anything
that seemed to fit the motif of the room.
The first semester ended with Linda getting 3-A's and a B+. I had also
finished my puttering and figured we had two and half weeks between semesters.
She had some vacation time left as did I, so we decided to take off the two
weeks following Christmas.
Her curiosity had really peaked about the room, since she had no idea of
what was going on in there. I, on the other hand, had a certain uneasiness
about it since I had put things in there I was almost certain we would never
use, strictly for atmosphere. The charcoal brassiere in the corner was one of
these items. I had purchased it at a theatrical garage sale, complete with
about 7 branding irons.
We had Christmas dinner with mom and dad, and went home late and stuffed.
Christmas day was very quiet, all was right with the world and everything was
on an even strain. Christmas time has always been especially depressing for a
lot of old reasons, but this year it was mellow.
Linda kept asking me about the room. I told her she would find out later. I
went to the corner for a cigar and upon returning I saw her kneeling in front
of the door to the room with a flashlight, trying to look in. I went over to
her and told her that she had been naughty and deserved a spanking. Until this
time I had not entered into anything but bondage, no hitting or pain of any
type. She stopped trying to look into the room, stood up and gently undid the
tie from her robe and let her thin robe fall to the floor completely exposing
her beautiful body in the soft room light. She came over to me, knelt in front
of me, bowed her head and said she had been a bad girl and deserved a spanking.
IT WAS TIME TO OPEN THE ROOM.
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'Five Years' Copyright 1987 by The Lizzard
Part - 1, Chapter -4
As she knelt in front of me I tied her hands in front of her body, promised
her a spanking, blindfolded her, lead her towards the room and unlocked the
door. I took her to the center of the room and affixed her bound wrists to the
pulley mechanism. I raised it enough so her arms were above her head and she
was on her tiptoes. I then put a gag in her mouth, adjusted the lighting and
removed her blindfold. After all, didn't she say she wanted to SEE the room?
As a final touch, I bound her ankles together so she could not kick and hurt
herself.
"So, you were curious? You could not wait for me to show this to you. Let me
give you a tour. Over here on the right we have various whips and paddles
to be used when you are naughty. Here we have several dildos of different
sizes to be used when I wish. Here we have the cross to which you will be
bound and rendered completely helpless. This is the stock where you will be
put when I wish you to be in a semi-bending position. This is the horse when I
require a fully bent position. These are various items you may have seen
before. This collar will be worn by you at all times." I put the 4" high black
leather collar around her neck. It had several D-rings on it for future usage.
"What are these? These are my collection of nipple clamps. Yes, for your
nipples. This is the lightest, merely a pair of clothes pins painted black and
attached together with a light chain. These others are for later". With that
I placed both clamps on her nipples at once.
She winced in pain, but after a few minutes I could see her stomach muscles
ripple in excitement. I gave the crank a couple of turns and she was raised an
inch or so off the floor. I sat down in one of the two chairs in the room.
One was a bistro type with the wire back and this one was a large, very
comfortable, black leather chair. I had placed a small marble table next to it
and on this table was a cigar humidor and a crystal ashtray. I took a cigar,
cut the end, lit it and sat back to see what would happen.
"So my lovely, how do you like our new playroom? What's that? Oh yes, the
gag. Well that will stay for now. You are very lucky I let you see this. I
could have always kept you blindfolded and you would never know what was here.
What is this? Looks like a long feather from an unlucky peacock. It is quite
long, as a matter of fact I can reach you with it from here. After all, you
would not want me to have to get up when I am so comfortable."
I took the long feather and ran it down the inside of her right arm. I
have always wondered what makes a person ticklish. Now I can wonder what makes
a person hyper-ticklish. It was truly amazing, all I had to do was touch her
with the feather and she literally exploded in a series of spasms. Normally
she was not ticklish at all. I used to wonder why some people were ticklish
while others weren't. Oh yes, if I would sneak up behind her and poke her in
the ribs she would give the occasional jump now and then, but this was
unbelievable. With each time I brought the feather near I could see her eyes
widen in anticipation. When I would touch her with the feather those same eyes
would close in ecstasy. This went on until I finished my cigar. The Canary
Island long filler blend with the Connecticut medium wrapper was very good.
Linda hung there for about an hour. The nipple clamps had obviously not
been an encumbrance to her, so I logically concluded that they were too loose
to provide any sensation. I got up, walked over to her and gave the clips a
little squeeze. Much to my surprise and satisfaction, she came as I tightened
the clips. I undid the center of the chain holding the two clips together and
attached the chains to the D-rings in the collar. The chains were obviously
for a shorter person, Linda is 5'8" and rather well endowed. The chains were
stretched tight from her nipples to the collar. It was a magnificent sight,
her floating there with these perfect tits uplifted ever so slightly by a light
chain ending with two clamps on a pair of rock hard nipples. The constant
tension seemed to provide constant arousal.
I watched her for awhile, noticing that she was in a near state of
delirium. Her breathing was deep and steady. She made little animal noises
like grunts, which were difficult to discern because of the gag, but seemed to
mount to a minor frenzy. Satisfied that her condition was physically stable I
decided to go a little further.
"Oh yes, I almost forgot, we came in here to give you a spanking for being
nosey, didn't we?"
With that I moved the horse in front of her. I put the ankle restraints on
both ankles, securing the left ankle to the base of the horse and the right
ankle to the other side. Her legs were spread and secured firmly to each leg
of the horse. I uncliped the top of the pulley mechanism and rerouted the rope
through the guide on the floor in front of the horse. As I further cranked,
Linda's wrists were forced downward in front of the horse until she was finally
bent over the horse, unable to move. I strolled over to the wall with the
whips and paddles on it. After selecting a rather innocuous paddle, I stood in
front of Linda's bentover body.
"I have chosen the instrument which will be used for your spanking. Would
you like to see it?"
As I held it almost in her view, she tried to raise her head but the
tension on the nipples was too much for her. She would raise a little and
experience obvious pleasure and when she came up too much the intensity of the
pain forced her to stop. So, there is a limit?
I walked around behind Linda. God, she had a magnificent ass. Perfectly
shaped and always ready for anything I wanted. In some ways it seemed wrong to
hit so beautiful a creation, but after all a promise is a promise and being a
man of my word, what was I to do?
The first stroke was a little harder than I had wanted it to be, but the
reaction was definite. I could tell from the quivering that she was near
orgasm again. A little harder. She winced and lifted her head higher this
time. The third time - same strength, same reaction. The fourth was the same.
The fifth was significantly harder. To my surprise she came in the most
violent orgasm that I had ever witnessed. She went completely limp and started
to whimper softly.
Since she had sustained her punishment for her transgression, it seemed
time to release her from her situation. I released her ankles first, then her
hands, then her gag, finally I removed the collar and nipple clamps and then
something happened. She lifted her head, looked at me, put her arms around my
neck, kissed me very softly, buried her head in my shoulder and said very
softly "Thank you".
The next few days were a bit hectic. At that time I was in touch with much of
my family and it seemed as if at least three of them were dropping in on us
every hour of every day. Most of them, to look down their noses at Linda and I
for living together without benefit of marriage. Thankfully, they all finally
left.
We had had little time to spend together during these days. The usual
aunts and uncles that had come great distances of at least 3 or 4 miles and as
such, naturally assumed that staying until the wee hours was totally expected.
It was times like this that I had seriously considered putting up a sign that I
was not home, not that that would stop MY relatives.
By the time we would get to bed, we both had headaches that would kill an
elephant. We had no time to ourselves in our own home. This was a piss poor
situation and I had wanted to discuss what went on in the room Christmas night.
I wanted to know how she felt and what was to happen. Finally the opportunity
came.
We had a New Year's Eve Party to go to. I had dressed and was watching her
dress. She was to wear a black vee neck slinky dress. As she started dressing
she took out some underwear that was new, a garter belt and black seamed
stockings. This is something that she had NEVER worn before and had said that
she felt very uncomfortable in this type of underwear. Tonight was different.
She also took out a new pair of boots. She looked at me and said "It's going
to be cold and wet tonight, I think I'll need boots for warmth."
These boots created a warmth of their own. They were a shinny black paten
leather with six inch spike heels and went over the knee. She put them on and
stood up, turned to me and said "What do you think?". She didn't have to ask
twice. Three minutes later I had finished the phone call to our friends
telling them Linda had eaten something that did not agree with her and we would
not be there tonight. So sorry, but what could I do.
I placed the collar around her neck and attached the nipple clamps to the
D-rings. She knelt before me as I was to put the clamps onto her nipples. She
said "Make them tighter this time, please." I obliged and could see the ripple
of pain and pleasure go through her body. I attached a thin leash to one of the
D-rings and lead her to the door of THE ROOM. As I unlocked it, she knelt
again and said "Take me farther this time, please, I love it."
Inside the room, I placed the leather wrist restraints and ankle restraints on
her, tightened them securely, and attached them to the pulley mechanism. I
raised her arms so she was a good foot off the ground and attached her ankles
so her legs were spread wide apart and forward of her body. She looked like a
kid on a swing going forward. I sat down in the chair and reached for the
feather.
After a hour or so of tickling her I started to hit her with the feather on
her ass. She said harder, harder. I soon realized that a feather was no match
for this luscious and willing ass. I picked up a riding crop and hit her
rather hard across both cheeks. She flinched and said "Thank you, my love,
again please, please, please." After twenty strokes, each one harder than the
one before, my arm became tired. She was near orgasm, but not quite. I
reached for the cat-o-nine, a leather whip with about twenty leather strands in
it. I showed it to her and said "I will finish you with this." She looked at
me and said "Do it as only you can."
The first stroke left many red trails on those beautiful cheeks. She
flinched and came furiously. Another stroke, this time harder, and again she
came. Over and over for an hour or more, she kept coming more and more
intensely until finally I took a wide leather strap, stepped in front of her
and enterred her. With each stroke I hit her soft red ass with the strap from
behind and she screamed for more. I fucked her for what seemed like an
eternity. She was in constant orgasm, constricting her vaginal muscles around
my swollen cock. I never knew anyone could have that much muscle tone there.
Finally I came deep within her. She screamed "Oh GOD!" and fainted.
Uncertain as to her condition after all this, I felt for a pulse. It was
racing but there. What to do now? I let her down slowly and held her until
she regained consciousness. She looked up at me with her soft blue eyes and
said "I never knew anything could be that good."
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'Five Years' Copyright 1987 by The Lizzard
Part - 1, Chapter -5
It was 4:20am, she had collapsed and I carried her to the bedroom. I
placed her on the sheets and looked at her body. There were welts and whip
marks on that perfect ass but there was a smile on her face that was total. I
had never seen her this happy before.
I slept till 9:00pm the following day and when I awakened she was holding me
firmly, something she did not usually do as she preferred to sleep stretched
out on the bed rather than cuddled-up. I kissed her gently and she made a soft
purring sound.
Later at what was to be breakfast, around 11:00pm, she had a great deal of
trouble sitting down. She was really sore but every time she went to sit, she
moaned with pleasure.
We stayed awake for a few hours and then decided to go to bed. We slept in
each others arms till 8:30am and then got up, showered, dressed and went out to
a local place for brunch. She was very quiet and stayed very close to me
during the whole brunch. I said very little beyond what should we order and
like that. For some reason she seemed to have a glow about her that I had
never seen before. She was absolutely radiant.
When we got home I told her that I wanted to discuss this whole thing. She
said "My love, do not worry about what we do together. You know how to make me
feel things that I have never felt or never thought could exist. I am very
sore and I don't think that I can do anything like last night for a little
while. I loved it and I know now that I needed it. I want to go further, but
not now. I love you with all of my being and gratefully submit to anything
that you can devise for me."
I just sat there, somewhat dumbfounded at what I had heard. The next few
days saw the return of work and school. Time was again short and since it was
my busiest season at the office, we had little time for anything but rather
short and somewhat straight sex.
Friday afternoon came and she called me at my office and asked if I had the
time to go out that night. I told her we needed to get out a little, so she
should come to my office after work and we could go from there.
I had brought the car to work since it had snowed the day before and there
was a lot of ice on the roads. A motorcycle in New York is usually good all
year round since the streets are always so warm from the steam pipes under
them. There are some exceptions and this was one of them.
She showed up at 6:15 with a copy of the Village Voice. In there she had
found a place on Grand Street called THE PROJECT. I called the number and
heard a recording about a survey from Penthouse magazine and the enactment of
fantasies on stage. Sounded interesting, so we went.
80 Grand Street, up one flight and into a dingy theatre setting we went.
Sitting on the floor with several couples on large pillows, the show began.
One man and one beautiful tall blonde lady enacted about 12 fantasies from many
letters they had received. 10 of them were very funny, complete with punch
lines like "She can't come to the phone now, she's all tied up".
After the performance the audience was invited to ask questions and
participate as much as they wished. One man sitting next to us spoke in a very
hoarse voice. He apologized for this and explained he had just been through
Primal Scream Therapy. He also said something that was very interesting ... If
you repress your fantasies, then they become obsessions and fetishes. You then
exhibit abnormal behavior and become deviant. If you allow your fantasies to
get out, then you are healthy. So much for pop psychology and the screams of
the primal crowd.
We went to dinner and afterwards sat in the booth talking for hours about
what we had seen that night. What was normal, if anything was? How far from the
"usual sexual behavior" had we come and why? We reached no conclusions about
anything. I think it was that night we realized we had a very special type of
relationship going and neither one of us wanted anything to happen to it.
I had never told her that I loved her. In fact, I told her that I did not
believe in love. I believed that my capability for love had died many years
ago in a far away war. I really believed that I had no real deep feelings left
inside of me. I had never given it much thought till now. I left the evening
thoroughly convinced that I did not want to understand any of this. I was not
interested in changing anything, nor was I interested in analyzing any of it.
I asked her if I had hurt her when I whipped her. She said there was real
pain, but also a tremendous amount of intense pleasure and she would gladly
endure anything so she could feel that way again. She also said I was the only
one she would ever let touch her. This I did not know the significance of
until much later.
We went home and made love in several conventional ways. (At this time, you
must realize that conventional involved bondage, but no hitting, clamps, etc. -
that soon changed and with it, every part of both of our lives.
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. 'Five Years' Copyright 1987
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. Over the next few months our use of the room stabilized to Saturday
afternoons going through Saturday night into early Sunday morning. This was
more out of necessity, since she had to recover sufficiently to be able to go
to work on Mondays.
. The semester went well for her. As before, three A's, but a C+ in the last
course. She said she couldn't concentrate on the final and would do better
next time. I was very happy and proud of her. I decided she needed a better
place to study, so I took the small room and went to work on it.
. She would study in my office area and I would work in the little room. I
always kept it locked, since I wanted to surprise her. The room is small,
about 9'x11'. I painted it a soft blue, trimming the moldings and door in
white which gave a Wedgewood effect to everything. I installed a medium blue
wall to wall carpet, put up a shelf system, brought in a walnut desk, a maroon
leather lowback desk chair and finished it off with two floor lamps and a navy
blue leather easy chair with a reading table next to it. In short, I had
outdone myself.
. July 4th weekend came and I thought I would surprise her with the study
room. She was going to summer school to get ahead and was due to start class
in 3 days. I put a dozen roses on the desk and locked the door. I also put a
large red ribbon on the outside of the door that said "For all your hard work".
When she came out of the bathtub, I told her I had a surprise for her. She came
over to me, I handed her the key and led her to the room. She looked like a
kid about to open her first Christmas present. She fumbled with the key and
finally opened the door.
. What followed was the most unbelievable reaction I have ever seen from
anyone. She was both terribly elated and very disappointed at the same time.
What was it? She was very excited about the room for how it could be used and
for all the work I had put into it and also very disappointed that it was not
another dungeon. We sat and talked about this. She said she wanted to go
farther than we had gone and had been afraid to say so, since I seemed quite
happy with things the way they were. I told her that a household only needed
one dungeon and we would do more and right now!
. I took her into the "CAVE", as I had come to call it. Ripped off her robe
and pushed her to her knees. "This time there will be no restraints" I said in
a deep voice. "You will accept what is to happen because you are powerless to
stop it." With that I took out a very severe pair of nipple clamps, the kind
with the large alligator teeth on them, and said to her "Put your arms behind
your back and raise your head". She fully complied. As I put the first clamp
on, she winced and said "Thank you, Sir". I put on the other one and she nearly
passed out. A few seconds later she regained her composure and with a tear
rolling down her cheek she said "Thank you again, Sir". I waited a few minutes
to see if she could stand this and when it was evident she would make no move
to remove them, I lifted the light chain that joined them and gave a little
tug. She screamed softly, looked at me and said "Thank you, Sir". I told her
they would stay on for the remainder of the evening. She smiled and nodded in
agreement. I then told her to stand and bend over.
. "You have been a bad girl and you need a caning" I said as I picked up the
English cane I had recently bought. "I will give you twenty of the best.
Remember to count properly".
. The cane cut through the air and landed just below her cheeks with a loud
crack. Her whole body tensed as she said "One....Please Sir, may I have
another...?" Her request was met with over and over until the last stroke. Her
ass was blazing red and hot to the touch. This was one of the times I came
close to breaking the skin and my wrist was very tired. I do not know if the
reader realizes how much effort it takes to properly cane someone.
. As I looked at her ass my desire to fuck her in it grew and realized she
would require an enema to facilitate this properly. I prepared the enema bag
with cold water, a little surprise this time, inserted the tube and let go. As
I pulled the tube out, I put in a small butt plug to hold everything together.
The cold water did have a certain surprising effect on her and she also seemed
to experience a small cramping sensation from it. Since the cramps were not
severe enough to make her stand up, I felt there was no reason to stop. She
held that position for about 30 minutes until I told her to go to the bathroom
and relieve herself. She did so, returning quickly and resumed the position.
By this time I had a hard-on that would split a diamond. I greased her ass and
entered it quickly ... if you entered slowly there would be no shock value.
. She nearly went limp on me. She put her hands on the horse to keep her
balance and screamed loudly "Harder, Harder, FUCK ME DEEPER....FASTER..." She
went on like this for quite some time. When I finally came inside her, she let
out one final scream of ecstasy and went completely limp.
. This had become a bizarre sight. Here I was practically holding up this
lady on my cock. I had no desire to exit, but realizing that it might become
awkward to walk around like this I slowly withdrew. She fell to the floor and
lay there moaning softly. I could see a small drop of blood from around one of
the nipple clamps, so I went to remove them. She stopped my hand saying "You
said they were to remain on." I told her I thought they should come off so as
not to cause an infection. She looked at me and said "If that is your wish, my
love." I removed them and carried her into the bedroom. I kissed her softly,
climbed into bed and went to sleep.
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. 'Five Years'
Copyright 1987
by The Lizzard
. Part - 2, Chapter -2
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. The next five weeks went by very quickly. Linda soon learned there is a
lot of work to do when taking a course during the summer. She finished with a
B and we decided to celebrate. She took her two weeks of vacation and another
two weeks without pay, I took four of my vacation weeks and we went on our
first trip.
. Canada was absolutely beautiful. We had taken the bike and were enjoying
our stay at small inns throughout the Atlantic provinces. The sun did her a
world of good. She would lay on the red sand beaches of Prince Edward Island,
while I avoided the sun. You can always find me at a beach ... I'm the one
wearing jeans, boots, a long-sleeve shirt, hat, sun glasses, scarf around the
neck and gloves. I have a fair complexion and burn in about three or four
seconds.
. She had acquired a warm glow to her skin and her hair had gotten much
lighter from the sun. We would go to the cliffs and watch the sunset, for some
reason it was much more beautiful there than in New York. It was really an
experience to not see the air you breathe.
. We had been there about 10 days when we decided to go to Newfoundland. We
got on the ferry, waived a very fond farewell to Prince Edward Island and
proceeded to our next stop.
. In case anyone is interested, there is only one real city in Newfoundland,
St. John's. There are a lot of little coastal fishing villages, but only one
city. What happens is that the boys tend to stay in the villages and grow up
there, whereas the girls go to the city and become typists. Because of this,
St. John's has an abundance of very young women, many of whom share
apartments. It is not uncommon for five or six girls to share a one bedroom
apartment, since salaries are low and rents are high.
. One night we were having dinner in a small pub and Linda said "I feel so
wonderful, you do so much for me. What can I do for you?" I told her she was
doing plenty for me as is and she said she wanted to do more.
. I think a word of explanation of our living arrangements is in order here.
She was working as a low level secretary making about $190/wk. Of this she
would clear about $130. The apartment rent was about $279/month, I had no real
expensive tastes except cigars and I could well afford them. I had insisted
she put $50 a week into the bank, I paid the rent and the rest of the expenses,
she paid for her schooling and books. Anything for the house I would pay for.
I would choose most of her clothes and pay for them also. All I expected of
her was to get an education and acquire a savings account. I was also able to
put away a sizeable amount each month into tax-free securities for the future.
In retrospect, I think I had once said it was MY apartment and she was living
with me, not our apartment. Why this was important to me I still do not know.
Anyway, with that understanding out of the way, we shall proceed.
. As we sat having a cocktail, a young lady came in. She wore a red dress,
very short and very tight. She was small, about 5' tall and had a head full of
short blonde hair. Her heels gave her another five inches and she was still
short. Somewhat like a miniature person. Linda noticed me looking at her when
she entered the room and I said "Wonder if she comes with her own carrying
case?". Linda looked at me and said "Pretty, huh?", I nodded and with that
Linda got up and went over to the girl.
. I could see them talking for a few minutes and then they both walked over
to the table. Linda said "I want you to meet my Master, he would like you to
join us for dinner." I was a little shocked, but said hello to her. After a
few drinks I learned her name was Jane and she was 18 years old. She had come
to St. John's about four months ago and was working as a receptionist for a
real estate firm. I told her I could not understand why with all the vacant
land anyone would not want to buy any of it. She didn't understand.
. The meal was very nice, nothing spectacular, but nice. In Canada meals are
of many courses, but much smaller portions than we eat in the US. After dinner
we sat there trying to think of something to do. Jane said there was a movie
in town at the only movie theater and it was supposed to be good. She had not
seen it because you had to be 21 to get in and she knew no one that age. What
was the film? "John and Mary" with Dusten Hoffman and Mia Farrel, filmed in New
York. NEW YORK!!! HOME!!! Let's go!
. The theatre was called the MOVIE HOUSE and the seats were the foldup kind.
It held about 200 people and everyone seemed to know each other by their first
names. As the movie progressed Linda and I got very homesick for the Big Apple.
There was one scene in the film I will always remember. John met Mary in a
single's bar and she had spent the night with him. In the morning she left to
get some things for breakfast, John did not know that and thought she had left.
In his search for her, he goes to 30th Street between Lex and Third and
approaches a man wearing a pink leisure suit, walking two miniature poodles.
John asks the man if he can help him. The man says "I hope so". John then
asks if he has seen a girl and the man answers "A GIRL, yechhhh!" Linda and I
were the only two who laughed.
. After the movie we left the theatre and walked outside. Jane was on my
left and Linda on my right.
. "Why does she call you Master?" Jane asked.
. "It's my last name." I said.
. "Oh."
. "Come back to our hotel room," Linda said, "I think you'll enjoy it."
. Jane looked at me, then at Linda and said "OK, but I have to be home
early."
. "What the fuck have you got on your mind?" I whispered to Linda.
. "I want to give my Master a present." she whispered.
. Nothing else was said during the time it took to get to the room. When we
were there, I sat down in the chair by the window and wondered what would
happen next.
. Linda and Jane sat on the bed. Jane at the foot and Linda up by the head.
The silence was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. We just looked at
each other for about five minutes. I could tell Linda was not sure she wanted
to do this and also not sure of what to do.
. "It's your idea, my dear" I said to Linda in a sort of teasing tone ...
More silence.
. "Why does she call you Master?" Jane asked again. I reminded her she had
already asked that question, but I understood she had a short attention span
and was probably going to ask it again. As usual, she did not understand what
I said.
. "Because I belong to him completely, body and soul. My entire life is to
serve him and please him. And in this do I get such pleasure as I cannot
describe" Linda said to Jane. "Aren't you getting a little horny?" she asked
the somewhat confused native.
. With that Linda got up and walked over to Jane. Linda unbuttoned her
blouse, unzipped her leather skirt and let them fall to the ground. Linda
never wore a bra except to the office. She stood in front of Jane for a moment
or two and said "My Master thinks I have the most beautiful tits he has ever
seen, what do you think?"
. Jane just looked for a moment and said in a stunned voice "They are very
nice."
. "Feel them, aren't the nipples hard?"
. Jane just sat there. Linda raised her voice with another command to feel
them, took Jane's hands and put them on her tits.
. "They are hard, so hard" Jane said, as she stopped trying to take her hands
down.
. Linda undid Jane's blouse slowly. At first Jane seemed to protest, but
with each button she became more and more agreeable. As Linda progressed, she
would look over to me for approval and I would nod each time. Linda knew the
nod meant GO AHEAD.
. After Jane was completely undressed, Linda lay Jane back on the pillows and
began going over Jane's entire body with her tongue. I had never seen my
little, quiet, shy Linda do anything quite like this before and I was really
enjoying it.
. Linda kissed Jane several times on the mouth. At first Jane pulled away,
but after awhile she held tight. Linda said "I must prepare you for my
Master." Jane kept saying no, but Linda kept working on her. Finally Jane
said yes. She made soft noises as Linda was eating her and then came for the
first time. It was very mild, well very mild compared to Linda, but then who
could top her ferocity in that department. Linda did not let up for one second.
Each climax built one on the other until Jane had started to grab the sheets
and moan over and over "OH God, Oh, Oh, Oh". It was so soft, I could hardly
hear it from across the room but I knew it was there. Linda stopped, looked at
Jane and said "My Master will now fuck you in your ass".
. "NO!" Jane said loudly.
. Linda just kept eating her over and over. I could see what Linda was
doing. She would bring Jane close to orgasm and then back off, building the
frustration inside Jane until she would do anything for release. I had taught
her well. After about twenty minutes of Linda's tongue work and finger in the
ass, Jane was more than ready. I had removed my jeans and shorts and came over
to where the action was. Linda reached out with her left hand and stroked my
cock until it was hard. Linda then lay down on the bed, face up, positioned
Jane on top of her, continued eating Jane and waived me on.
. As I entered Jane, I could feel the tongue work that was going on nearby.
Linda reached up, caressed my balls and I started to pump. A virgin ass, a
rare treat! I pumped harder and harder until I felt the come start to rise up.
Linda felt it also, so she increased her efforts. Jane and I came at the same
time, while Linda was using her other hand on herself. Although I never asked,
I think she came with us.
. Later we sat around and relaxed. I sat in the chair and Linda was in her
usual position, kneeling by my side with her head resting on my knee. Jane lay
on the bed looking at both of us. There was a long silence when finally Jane
said "It's late, I have work tommorow." She got up, came over to both of us,
kissed me lightly, kissed Linda long and hard, turned and walked out the door.
She said something like "It's been fun..." as she awkwardly walked out of our
lives forever.
. Linda looked up at me for approval. I felt like the luckiest man in the
world. I looked at her and said "Why, why her?" Linda just came closer and
said "I thought you would like her, was I wrong?" No, she wasn't wrong. "Why do
you call me Master?" I asked, not really expecting an answer. In the past she
had called me many things, mostly "My love" or "Sir" or even occasionally by my
name. Why now the change? We had not been in the Cave for about three weeks
and had not even done anything past mild bondage while on vacation. Why then
was she referring to me as her Master?
. "I have been thinking about you every minute of every day since we have
been away. I know I belong to you totally. I am your slave and you are my
Master. Is it not right for me to address you as such?"
. I sat there for a long time and thought about it. I had never even told
her I loved her, I didn't know if I did or not. We had been together for over
nine months and I didn't know how I felt about her. She was there for me
anytime I wanted her. I could do with her whatever I wanted. We had never
talked about the usual things, marriage, kids, house, etc. We were just
together.
. She seemed very happy most of the time. True she had her down moments, but
somehow I could get her out of them one way or another. She had grown greatly
in the time I had known her and everything had been good. There really was no
negative side to all of this. So why was I troubled about it? I did the thing
I do best, I ignored my troubled feelings, rationalized the situation and
continued as I had always done. I think I am a creature of inertia. After all
she was beautiful, bright, witty and absolutely fantastic in bed. What could
be wrong? Was not this the girl that anyone would give his left testicle for?
Why was I bothering to even have any doubts about any of this?
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. 'Five Years'
Copyright 1987
by The Lizzard
. Part - 2, Chapter -3
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. We returned home without incident. I noticed I kept referring to it as our
home ... there was a lot of "Our's" coming into play. Linda was warm and as
beautiful as ever. The vacation had done her a world of good and she showed it.
We had two days left before returning to work, so we planned to rest up and get
ready for the trips to the city in the mornings. Things were getting back to
normal.
. We never discussed Jane again. Linda did not mention anything about adding
a third person to our scenes and neither did I. I let it go as a one time
thing, a special gift from her to me. I did not think that it would be
repeated. How wrong I was.
. School was to start in a few weeks and preparations had to be made. Linda
was busy in her study getting things in order. Registration at a city school
is never a pleasant experience and requires more planning than a NASA space
shot.
. One day when I came home from work, I found a large bouquet of red roses on
my desk with a little note saying "Thank you so much for both rooms". She
finally acknowledged the study room. This pleased me greatly and I was in the
mood to show it.
. We had heard of a place having stage shows in the B&D arts, so the
following Friday we decided to go. Both of us were excited. The place was
Belle De Jour, over on West 18th or 19th Street in a high loft with a theatre
setting. The show started at 8:30pm and we were there.
. What we saw on stage was of interest to both of us. The scene was simple.
A man was on the subway and he flashed a girl by opening his raincoat. The
girl turned out to be a dominant mistress, who put him through his paces.
Another girl tried to help the man and she too was then dominated by the
mistress. All the events involved restraints, such as handcuffs and rope.
After four or so scenes someone from the audience volunteered to go on stage
and submit to the mistress. She humiliated him by calling him names and hit
him many times.
. After the show Linda said I did not have to bind her to command complete
obedience ... that was a turning point in our relationship ... we both changed
that night. As we were leaving the club, she spotted an ad for a place nearby
called "Club - O", sort of a Plato's Retreat for the kinky set. We went.
. The club had a few really nice things, a sauna, jacuzzy, steam room and
several semi-private rooms on premises. We had come for the first time and did
not consider participating in anything. As luck would have it, we were seated
next to a couple of newlyweds from Connecticut and discovered the wife had been
forced by her husband to come in order to expand their marriage. I thought how
lucky I was that I didn't have to ask for anything, it was there for me any
time I wanted it.
. A tall lady came over to us and introduced herself as Magda, probably not
her real name. She asked if Linda would like to whip one of her slaves. I
looked at Linda and said "Go ahead, it might be fun." Linda walked into the
center of the room where this poor guy was tied to a cross. She picked up a
small whip and looked at me and then Magda. We both signalled her to start, so
she let out with a spirited first lash. The sting served to quiet the whole
room. All eyes were now on Linda as she wielded the whip.
. Magda screamed some obscenities at the man and Linda struck again, over and
over until the man's back started to bleed. He seemed oblivious to the entire
situation. She kept hitting harder and harder until Magda told her to stop.
Linda snarled and told her she would stop when I said so and not before. This
was a very tense moment ... I looked at her, waived my hand and she stopped
immediately. She put down the whip, came over to my side and we left knowing
we would be back often.
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. 'Five Years'
Copyright 1987
by The Lizzard
. Part - 2, Chapter -4
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. For the next few weeks we would attend Club-O on Friday nights. Linda would
dress more and more the part and from her excesses had earned a reputation as
being a stern mistress who had little pity. Magda was always there and I
wondered if she had a financial interest in the place. The crowd had started
to stabilize from the once comers to the regulars and almost everybody knew
each other's name, whether real or not.
. One night we met a lovely lady named Prissy. She was in her early forties
and looked a bit like Ann Margret. She sat with us and admired Linda's
clothes. Linda was wearing a leather corset with stockings and the tall boots
we had both grown to like. Around her neck was the spiked collar she always
wore, except to the office, and also long black gloves with her rings and
bracelets fitted over them. Her hair was up in a sort of French twist while
her leather coat was draped over the back of the sofa, like a frame of some
sort. The makeup was severe, heavy eye shadow and deep lipstick. She looked
sensational to say the least.
. Prissy asked if she would like to meet her Mistress. I nodded my approval,
Linda got up and walked across the room to be introduced. The three of them
talked while I looked around the room. The crowd was a little on the unusual
side even for that place. There seemed to be an excess of very submissive
young men, most of whom were gay or at the very least, very effeminate. I
started to become concerned when Linda did not return. Up to this time I had
never given any thought to loosing her. I guess I had never really cared one
way or the other, but now I was feeling very uneasy. I think I was not ready
to let her go yet.
. I got up and walked over to the three ladies. They acknowledged me and
Linda said "Magda wants me to discipline Prissy, should I?" I thought about it
and asked further about what Magda wanted my lady to do to Prissy. Magda said
only that Prissy had been a very bad slave and needed discipline. I agreed
with Magda, after all was it not Prissy who took my Linda away from me for so
long a time? Magda suggested that we leave and go to her house for the
session. I had become bored with the place and agreed.
. As we walked out into the night air Linda let her coat stay open.
Passersby would get a glimpse of that magnificent body adorned in such a
fashion and all sorts of things would happend. Just ask the cab driver who ran
into a telephone pole at 19th Street and Sixth Avenue. I got a real charge out
of those sort of things, since Linda was sooooooo conservative in her office
attire. She was such a different person here and I liked who she was. I felt
a warm sensation about having actually created her in this form.
. We got to our car and followed Magda over the Manhattan Bridge to Brooklyn.
The house was a very old Victorian mansion in need of alot of repair. Magda
led us into the hallway and opened the sliding doors to the library, which was
outfitted a lot like the Cave at home. There was much more here however, since
the room was several times larger. I noticed about five or six chairs in one
corner of the room, so curiously I asked what the chairs were for. Magda
explained.
. She said this was her business as well as her pleasure. She had over 300
clients, many of whom were quite wealthy and paid large sums of money to get
their rocks off in the ways she could only do. Magda further explained Linda
was worth $1,000 a day to her and she would like to buy her from me. I was
shocked at a calm statement like this from a casual acquaintance. "How much?" I
said, partially without thinking and partially out of curiosity.
. "$50,000?" Magda said quizzically.
. My mind was racing with the direction this conversation had taken. I was
both repulsed and intrigued with the thought of someone making lots of money
doing these things. "You do this for a business?" I asked Magda. She started to
go into detail about a few of her clients, some of them very powerful men in
the public eye. I made an approximate estimate of annual income and figured
about four to five hundred thousand dollars. I was real low. Magda upped her
offer to $75,000 and finally $100,000. She said CASH, as if that was supposed
to move me. I sat back and quickly went through a few changes, realizing all
at once that money was not as important to me as I had thought. I had become
very possessive of Linda and did not consider selling her for any price. I
became angry that this overweight, over-aged mistress would think she could buy
my lady. NO! What she was really trying to buy was me ... I was not for sale
and neither was Linda. With that I said we had nothing more to discuss and
tried joking my way out of the situation by saying I was not through with Linda
yet, but if I ever was I would let Magda know. I suggested we should be going.
. As we got up to leave Magda put her hand on Linda's shoulder, pushing her
back down in her chair. "You're staying" Magda said in a deep voice. Linda got
up, picked up a riding crop from the floor and put it sharply across Magda's
face. "Don't you ever put a hand on me again" she screamed to Magda. After a
split second Linda raised the whip again and I interceded. I grabbed Linda's
right arm just as she was about to strike the second blow to the visibly
stunned Magda. I took the crop from her, put my arm around her shoulder and
apologized to Magda. I did not want anymore trouble than had already occurred
and a graceful exit was very desirous. Magda was capable of many things and
the situation was already very volatile. I wanted no violence and certainly
there was the probability of such. With little explanations to Magda of how I
would punish Linda for the attack, I lead her toward the front door. I was not
really sure we would be able to leave without further incident.
. We made it to the front door while Magda was still recovering from the
blow. I put my right hand around the grip of the gun in it's shoulder holster
under my jacket and much flashed through my mind. There were about three men
in the house and I assumed they were Magda's slaves. Slaves will go to any
extreme for their Mistress and bodily harm was not to be precluded. I also
thought that since this entire operation was 'outside the law' so to speak,
Magda would prehaps consider not letting us leave rather than risk exposure.
. A man in a leather harness and leather hood approached us from the
staircase, I drew the weapon, told him to stay where he was and he froze in his
tracks. We went through the inside and outside front doors, across the porch
and down the stairs. I opened the driver's side and gave Linda the keys. "You
drive!" As she started the car I went around to the passenger side. All this
time I had the weapon in my hand, pointed at the door where two of the three
men stood watching. I got in the car, she put it in reverse and moved out into
the street.
. A few blocks later we switched so I could drive, Linda was shaking and
shivering. She looked at me and said she was sorry for not being more obedient
to Magda. I told her to forget it, these were really weird people and we
didn't want anything to do with them anymore. Linda started to cry and when I
asked why, she just cried and cried. By the time we got home her makeup was
all over her face, a real mess. I took her in the house, washed her up, fixed a
bath for her and let her rest a bit. The evening had been a bit trying for
both of us. She had just escaped being sold into slavery and I had just
avoided a lot of paperwork. The local police do not take kindly to shootings
regardless of the reasons involved. I had the necessary permits and licenses
for the weapon, but there is always some technicality that can make life
diffucult, even when you are protecting yourself.
. When I heard her crying again, I went into the bathroom. There she was
sitting in the tub sobbing her heart out. For a long time she said nothing ...
and then she spoke.
. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" over and over she moaned.
. "For what?" I softly whispered to her.
. "I can't let anyone else touch me, even for you." She looked so guilty
about this.
. I felt so relieved about the whole situation. From the first conversation
between Magda, Prissy and Linda I had considered the possibility of loosing her
for the first time and I knew then I did not want that. Now I knew even more.
. I lifted her from the tub, put a robe on her, kissed her softly and carried
her to bed. As I lay next to her I said "I don't want anyone else to touch
you." I knew she did not believe me and let it go that way. She cuddled closer
saying "Thank you, I love you so". As usual, I said nothing.
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. 'Five Years'
Copyright 1987
by The Lizzard
. Part - 2, Chapter -5
.
. We spent many days just being gentle to each other, nothing violent,
nothing harsh, nothing but closeness. I asked her to talk about the evening at
Magda's, but she refused. I wanted to say many things to her, but I couldn't.
What had happened that night, was there such a change?
. Ronald Regan was elected to his first term as President. For this I was
pleased as the one thing I could not stand was another Democrat in the White
House. I was looking forward to an economic recovery.
. On the following Friday, the second Friday in November, I came home late to
find Linda in the bedroom crying. She had been that way for many hours. I
went to her and said we must talk. "What's wrong? Is it something I've done?" I
asked. She looked at me, put her arms around my neck and said the most
remarkable thing I had ever heard. "I wanted so much to please you and I failed
you. I feel so terrible. I'm such a failure. I know you're ashamed of me and
I am not worthy of you. I love you so much, but I want only you to touch me.
I will do anything for you, but please don't give me away."
. I held her tightly and told her she was being stupid about this, especially
since I did not want anyone else touching her either. I had told her that
before and I meant it. There was nothing to worry about, I was not giving her
away, I was not selling her and the thought of not remaining with her had not
entered my mind. I said I was very happy with her and did not want her to go.
I told her we would never put ourselves in that position again and we would not
go to that club again.
. This was the first time I admitted I cared for her and did not want to
loose her. If only I could make her believe me, she seemed so sure it was her
failure. How could I convince her the things that happened at Magda's were a
mistake. I would not have wanted it any other way and never considered having
Linda do with someone else any of the things we do, for money or for any other
reason. I realized it could have been due to the amount of trust I placed in
her, I was sure we had an exclusive relationship and didn't think anything
needed to be said about it ... another of the many times I was wrong. Perhaps
if I had opened up a little to her, it would have been different.
. Here I was, relatively young, successful in business, having a totally
dedicated woman that many would kill for and I was unfeeling to her about it
all. We had been living together for a year and a half and she was scared I
would give her away. What could I say now that would make her believe me.
Suddenly everything was starting to slip away. I told her over and over that I
would not give her away, I wanted her and I would keep her. I only hoped she
believed me.
. January 20th came and we watched the innaugration on TV. The hostages from
Iran were released and there were plans to celebrate their homecomming. I was
bitter and withdrew into a shell ... I know now it was because of the welcome
home I did not receive when I came home from Nahm and not any malice for those
held hostage or the incompetence of the last President. If I had known that
then, it would have made a difference, but we learn too late if at all.
. Linda had gone through another semester and had done well. The grades were
well above average and she had worked very hard. I was proud of her and wanted
her to know it. As usual I could not express myself in a satisfactory manner.
. The next semester started and she plugged along. She was doing well and I
was happy with her. Valentine's Day came around and I thought I would make it
special. I bought her a full length silver tipped racoon coat, a dozen long
stemmed red roses and a 5 pound box of candy in a heart shape. When she got
home from class I told her I had a surprise for her and showed her the candy
and flowers first. She was thrilled and held me tighter than she had in a long
time. She looked up at me and said "You make me sooooo hot, let's go to the
Cave, please."
. Up to this time much of what went on in the Cave was in punishment for
perceived transgressions, sort of a punishment for wrongdoings. She had looked
for little things to do which would require discipline and this had strained
the relationship, since I knew she felt she had to commit an offense in order
to obtain the pleasures of the Cave. Now it was different. Now she was to be
rewarded with it, rather than punished. We went into the room and had an
evening better than anything that had happened in a long time.
. She took off her clothes and stood there in front of me completely naked.
She let her hair down, looking soft and vulnerable. The roses were in the
room. She had brought them in with her, saying they were too beautiful to leave
outside. Compared to her they were just plain.
. The hard clamps went on, the type having the levers so they can be made
very tight. I placed them vertically on her nipples and they immediately got
rock hard. I then placed the collar on her neck and attached the light chain
to the D-rings. She lifted her head and smiled with the pulling of her nipples.
She was home again. She spread her legs and bent over exposing her ass. "Give
me ten good ones, please my Love?", I picked up the cane and obliged her
request.
. She was getting wet and I had gotten an idea. I secured her wrists,
elevated her to tiptoes, put the blindfold on her and took up a rose. I passed
it under her nose, she smelled it's perfume and purred. "It's so lovely" she
said. I passed the rose over her face, it's soft petals brushing against her
soft skin. She murmured with delight, so I passed the flower over her breasts.
It was a tossup as to which was smoother. She shivered with a tingle of
pleasure. I passed the flower down lower, another shiver. Over her cheeks,
another shiver. Down her legs, again and again and then went back to her
breasts.
. This time I decided to see if the thorns were of any attraction to her. I
told her even a rose has thorns and with that let one of the sharp points
slightly prick her left nipple. She threw her head back and said "Yes, oh
yes." I pushed the thorn a little deeper into the hard nipple. She started to
go into her usual pre-orgasmic spasm. "More, more, more.....Please, more." I
pushed harder as she climbed higher and higher. I then switched nipples and
proceeded. She had a violent climax, went completely limp and kept moaning
over and over to do it again. I removed the clamps so there would be no
deadening of sensation and then repeated the light pricking again and again
until she climaxed several more times.
. I lubricated her ass and entered her, keeping the thorns on her nipples.
Another climax, very intense, and then I finally came inside her. I let her
down and took her into the bedroom. I ate her for hours and then fucked her
until we both collapsed. She finally knew I was not giving her away.
. We woke up around 9:20am, called the office to tell them we were taking a
sick day and went back to bed. Later, when we finally got up I looked at her
nipples. They had each sustained about eight or nine little pin pricks and
were sore to the touch. She flinched when I touched them and applied some
antiseptic ointment and a bandaid to each. She looked like some of the ads for
porno movies where they cover up the good parts for the public. We laughed a
lot about that.
. I then remembered the coat I had not as yet given her. I fixed a bath for
her and while she relaxed in the tub, I fixed breakfast. When she came to the
table I told her it was a little cold in here and I would get her a heavier
robe. I told her to stand up and close her eyes. I got the coat out of the
box and put it over her shoulders. She opened her eyes and squealed with glee.
She started hugging and kissing me while at the same time crying with
happiness. "Why, I love it, but why?" she asked over and over. When she
settled down I told her it was something I had wanted to get for her for
sometime and Valentine's Day was the best time to do it and, yes, I was keeping
her.
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. 'Five Years'
Copyright 1987
by The Lizzard
. Part - 2, Chapter -6
.
. Over the remainder of the semester things went very well. We approached
the start of the summer with a great deal of anticipation, it had been an
unusually cold winter with much of that white stuff I find so repulsive. My
feelings towards snow are that it is something to see through a picture window
while sitting next to a fireplace, not something to go out into.
. Linda had now finished two years of school and was actually a junior. If
she had gone to a community college, she would have earned an Associates Degree
at this time. In her job this would qualify her for a promotion to the
position of Executive Assistant, a relatively meaningless title but worth a
$2,000 a year raise and less menial duties.
. I prompted her to approach her boss with this information and request the
upgrade. She was very shy about anything assertive, so we rehearsed the scene
several times with me playing her boss. When she was well prepared I wrote a
formal request for the promotion. This request was a four page document,
including a complete course description and planned course of study culminating
with a degree in Business Administration. If I do say so, it was a work of
art, more of a legal brief than a short note covering all the company's rules
and precedents for the past three years. She was all set to go for it.
. The plan was to see her boss on Monday afternoon, after all nobody does
anything on Monday morning, and we fully expected the changes to be made within
two weeks. We chose everything very carefully, down to what she was to wear.
Instead of the usual dress-type outfit, I had bought her a navy blue pin-
striped business suit, complete with a white blouse and a basic single strand
of pearls. She put her hair up, making her look like an up and coming junior
executive, and went to work.
. When she came home, I asked how it went. Perfectly, she told me. Her boss
was very impressed and said he would take care of everything.
. On Friday we were to have lunch together, but she called and said her boss
had asked her to lunch. She guessed the promotion had come through and he
wanted to tell her the news over lunch. She called at about 3:30pm asking if I
could leave early and pick her up. I could tell she was upset, so I told her I
would be right there.
. At home she told me what happened. Her boss had said she could have the
promotion, if she would sleep with him. She did not know what to do, so she
told him she would get back to him. I was outraged. She had earned every bit of
that promotion and he was a son-of-a-bitch to try anything like that with her.
I had a plan.
. Monday she went into his office and said she wanted to understand what he
had said on Friday. He spelled it out for her and admitted she had worked hard
to get through that much school while working full time and her performance on
the job was quite good. He said she could have the promotion and go to another
department, but only if he recommended it. She told him she couldn't do
anything like that. He said too bad and that was the end of it.
. Two weeks later we met in the office of the Chairman of the Board of
Directors. Linda, her boss, myself, my attorney and a small tape recorder she
had carried in her purse. We played the tape and it was quite good. Her boss
should have gone into the theater, his voice carried so well and every word was
crisp and distinct. Afterwards my attorney suggested the appropriate action
would be a lawsuit for violation of EEOC (Equal Employment Opportunity
Commission) codes and ethics.
. In order to prevent such an action a few concessions had to be made.
First, there was the promotion and a guarantee that there would be no punitive
action against her in the future. This was agreeable to the Chairman. Second,
there was to be her boss's immediate resignation from the company. This hurt,
since he was there 9 years and was just three months short of being vested for
his pension. The Chairman said he would take it under advisement. My attorney
said this offer was good only until the close of business today and tomorrow he
would pursue the normal course of action. With that he and I got up, said
"Good day gentlemen, we have concluded our business", I took Linda out of the
office and we went home.
. Later that day my attorney called and told us Linda would be reassigned to
a new section when she reported to work in the morning, since her boss had
resigned. She would start on Monday as an Administrative Assistant. She was
relieved beyond belief and I told her I would not let anyone take advantage of
her, even if it meant loosing her job. The money was completely unimportant,
this was about a principle, and I fight for principles.
. We later learned her boss had to sell his house, since he found it very
difficult to find employment at the salary he had been making. His marriage
broke up, but that was not our fault. In short, the good guys won one for a
change.
. Due to the episode with her job, I saw a new side of Linda. With me she
was confident, assertive, dominant to others and submissive only to me. Apart
from me, she was very shy and would never rock any boat ... this started to
bother me. I would notice things that showed me she was unsure of herself.
She would never take the car out without me, she seldom drove and when she did
it was for a short time. She had trouble making decisions of the simplest
nature. Things like shopping for clothes alone were unmanageable for her.
Food shopping was another area where there was a bit of disagreement. If she
did not have a fully detailed list, she would buy nothing.
. I began to get really pissed at this dependence upon me and what I had not
realized was that nothing had really changed with her. In the beginning we
would do all those things together, so she had never done them apart from me.
I just began to notice these things and this was the way it had always been.
. I started to talk to her about these things and she interpreted it as
picking on her. She would get upset and say if I didn't like her for what she
was, then I should say so. I told her I did like her for what she is with me
and I can't understand the change when we are apart. It was as if she was two
different people. Discussions on this point never seemed to get any place, so
after several weeks I did the thing I do best, I ignored it.
. I had started to worry about whether there was something really wrong with
her. Aside from the split behavior about her assertiveness, there was her
sexual behavior. She either enjoyed the most tender and sweet loving or the
most violent and painful style. This appeared to be another two sides of her.
How many personalities did she have or were these just different sides of her?
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. End of 'Five Years' Part 2
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. 'Five Years' Copyright 1987 by The Lizzard
. Part - 3, Chapter -1
.
. The summer was here again, the economy had gone up and with it the
hemlines. There seemed to be a resurgence of patriotism in the air as the
fashions turned to khaki, pewter, gold and silver colors. The kids were
wearing old army jackets again, but this time they were clean and crisp. Linda
was rummaging through some of my old army gear and after finding two or three
jackets that fit her, she asked about the collection of ribbons on my Class A
uniforms ... three Silver Stars, four Purple Hearts and some twenty odd others.
I looked at them for a long time and told her I did not want to talk about any
of it. I gave her the three jackets and put everything else into the trunk,
locked it and removed it to the warehouse for storage. I have not opened it
since.
. The country was on an upswing and I considered buying stock, for the first
time in my life. It was only logical to take advantage of companies that were
in trouble. Con Edison was my first blunder into good fortune. It seemed they
had had some kind of crisis that made them stop paying a dividend, so the stock
went from mid 20's to 7. I bought several shares, much against the advice of
financial experts. I reasoned that when I turn on a light switch, there will
be electricity, especially in New York. Again I bought quite a bit more shares
at 8 1/8 and there it sits to this day. Chrysler was the other stroke of good
fortune. I reasoned that since I owned a Chrysler product the company could
not go out of business. I bought several shares at 3 7/8, more at 4 1/4, more
at 5 1/2, finally a nice chunk at 6 3/4 and they still are with me. As a
matter of fact with the current dividends, I cannot afford to sell them.
. This summer we decided she would not take any courses. There was a lot of
pressure on her during school and with the recent developments at her job we
both needed a little rest.
. I had thought much about her dependence upon me for strength and decided
that in order to develop her confidence I would ask her to drive when we went
out. After all, isn't driving in New York City one of the most competitive
things anyone can do? I also had her enroll in an evening Adult Education
course on Assertiveness Training, which met three times a week at the local
high school.
. At the same time Verna, a girlfriend of Linda's from work, left the company
to work elsewhere. She was a Licensed Practical Nurse and for those of you who
are not medically knowledgeable this means that in a private company she was
THE COMPANY NURSE and in a hospital setting she was in charge of the bedpans.
Verna left to go to a hospital, assuming a nurse's place was there. In one
short week she went from the head of a rather small medical department to the
next lowest form of life in existence and the change was a bit more than she
could handle. She started calling Linda at least three or four times a day at
the office and almost every night, and stayed on the phone for hours pouring
her guts out to Linda. I think Linda was privileged to every rotten thing done
to Verna over and over and over.
. Some background on Verna is in order. She was 31 years old, never married,
lived with her mother in a rent controlled apartment, 4'9 1/2" tall, short
black hair and a little overweight, which was made up for by a very solid pair
of DD cups. In short Verna was very Italian. It seemed that for some unknown
reason Verna had never connected with a man on a permanent basis. She would
usually date someone three or four times and then her mother would interfere to
end the relationship before it began. And now with the job change and the
crazy work shifts, Verna seemed unlikely to have a man in her life.
. Linda had started to pity Verna a great deal, while I had started to wish
we didn't have a phone. Compassion for the suffering of fellow human beings
was not my strong point, so why when Linda told me Verna was going to meet us
after work on Friday was I pleased? Because Linda had made a decision on her
own and that was what had become important to me at this time. I told Linda it
was OK but, since we would probably be responsible for Verna's safe return
home, we would have to take the car and Linda would have to drive. Fine with
her. Fine with me. Maybe she was learning something.
. Verna met us at a local bar near my office. She was right on time, since
she only worked about ten blocks away. She was dressed in a bright blue scoop
neck dress ... God she had huge tits ... and I introduced her to a few of my
single friends from the office. It was really funny because she was so short
and anyone I would introduce her to would just stare down at her chest. With
some it was deliberate, with others it was unintentional. Over the next few
hours Verna met four or five men, none of whom could describe her face. Around
7:30pm Linda told Verna about The Project and how much we had enjoyed going
there. Suddenly Linda suggested that the three of us should go there tonight,
we would be in time for the beginning of the show. As I said before, I was
pleased to see Linda asserting herself, so we went.
. The performance was almost the same as before, although this time I found
it much more amusing. I could see a great deal of humor in the events taking
place and Verna was totally transfixed by what was happening, since Linda had
told her very little about what the show was actually about. At the end we
left before the audience participation began and Linda invited Verna back to
our place for coffee and cheesecake and I agreed to drive. It seemed as if
everyone had enjoyed themselves.
. We got home rather quickly, had coffee and cake and then sat around the
table talking a bit. Then Linda asked Verna if she wanted to see something
really special. Verna agreed and I just sat back and waited for what was to
happen.
. Linda took Verna's hand saying "Walk this way", while I laughed and of
course said "If she could walk that way..." an old burlesque line. Both Verna
and Linda chuckled and as they approached the Cave Linda told Verna to close
her eyes to get the full effect. Verna obliged, Linda opened the door, took
Verna inside and sat her in the Bistro chair. Quickly Linda took Verna's hands
and tied them behind her, so she could not get up. Verna started to object
rather adamantly, so Linda put a gag in her mouth. Linda then slapped her
across the face and said "Now you will see for yourself, and if you move I'll
beat the shit out of you". The look of fear in Verna's face told Linda that
she wouldn't move even if her life depended upon it. Linda bound each ankle to
the legs of the chair and called to me, "Master, please come and check the
knots". I had a hard time getting up from the dining room table, I had to
stop laughing, since I thought it would ruin the mood. Finally I went in,
approved the knots and told Linda she had done a good job. I thought to
myself, OK, now what?
. Linda started with a tirade directed at Verna about how fucking sick and
tired she was to hear about all of her little petty problems and how all of
those really pissed her off. This lasted about thirty minutes and when it was
over there came the question of what to do next. I had sat down in the other
chair and watched the whole scene. In many wy]
RW,s very happy that Linda
had gotten all that off her chest. Hummmm, chest? Seemed a terrible waste of
such a beautiful chest. Several thoughts were going through my mind, all of
which had no socially redeeming value. Let's see how far we can go.
. When Linda had nothing more to say, I told her to kneel before me. She
obeyed. I told her how proud I was that she had taken matters into her own
hands and now we had a slight problem of what to do either with, to or for
Verna. I told her to find the solution. She thought for a while and said "Let
her watch." Seemed good to me.
. Linda got up and removed her clothes. She went over to one of the shelves
and got the stiff nipple clamps, the leather wrist bracelets and leather ankle
bracelets. She put on her collar, put her hair in a pony tail and then put on
her garter belt, black stockings and high boots. She came over to me and knelt
in front of me. I lifted her face, gave her a long hard kiss and whispered
"Are you sure you want to do this? Verna is not a stranger." Linda nodded and
said "She doesn't have to be any more." I did not really understand the
significance of that statement until much later.
. I put the wrist and ankle restraints on her, fastened the clamps in place,
led her to the suspension line and a few minutes later Linda was in her
favorite place. I had taken one of the cat-o-nine tails, applied rouge to it's
tips and with each stroke a red trail was left behind. Verna's eyes started to
bulge in disbelief of what was happening, while Linda would moan loudly and beg
for more. In her traditional pre-orgasmic pace, she would climb a little
higher each time I would scream at Verna about how she was to be next. Verna
struggled in the chair, although I was not really sure Verna was to be next, so
to speak, and whether or not I really wanted her to be. I hooked the center of
the chain from the nipple clamps onto a thin wire I had secured to the ceiling.
I also clipped the ankle restraints to the ropes, which would force her legs up
and apart. She hung from her arms with her legs spread wide apart and forward,
and considerable tension on her nipples. Her tits pointed straight upward.
The sight was a bit much for Verna as she sat there in her chair unable to move
or call out, she started to whimper. The sound drove Linda higher and higher.
. Linda screamed over and over "Make her suck your cock". I went to Verna,
took out my tool, removed her gag and placed my dick in front of her mouth. I
did not want to force her to do this, since I was a little worried this may
constitute some sort of rape and I was not really interested in that. Verna
looked up at me for a minute and then began to suck. It was her choice and so
much the better. I was hard in no time and Linda was still hanging there
mumbling "Suck it, suck it, bitch." After several moments of fairly good oral
stimulation, I withdrew to go to Linda. "A present from Verna" I said, as I
plunged into her quivering body. She came instantly and I fucked her without
mercy for a long time. She kept crying out for Verna to watch how a good fuck
is. She kept coming and coming until I finally exploded.
. Neither one of us had noticed I had not put Verna's gag back in place over
her mouth and she was sitting there watching everything that happened without
objection. I returned to my chair and rested, Linda was a real drain on my
strength and I needed to sit down. Linda hung there pulsating and moaning for
about fifteen minutes and when she finally come down far enough to deal with
reality, I got up and loosened her restraints. I lowered her gently and
carried her over to the chair. I sat down and draped her on my lap. She put
her arms around my neck and her head rested on my shoulder ... We stayed that
way for a while.
. "What about Verna?" I said to her.
. "Fuck her." Linda said.
. "I don't think I have anything left."
. Verna sat motionless for a while and then finally spoke.
. "Do you always do that?"
. Linda looked up at her and said "And much more. You want some?"
. Verna said nothing, she sat there obviously having a hard time believing
what she had just seen.
. After Linda had regained her composure, she stood up, looked at me and
asked "Can I have some fun with her?" I said if it was agreeable with Verna, it
was ok with me.
. "Will you watch us?"
. I told her I would. I thought this would be interesting, since I have
always liked the idea of two girls making it together and Linda had not done
this since the Canada trip.
. She went over to Verna and put her hand to her face. "I will pleasure you
beyond your wildest dreams." Verna just sort of nodded. I could not really
tell if there was approval, fear or desire behind that nod. Linda untied Verna
and helped her to her feet. She started to run her hands over Verna's body,
concentrating on her breasts. She undid the zipper on the back of Verna's
dress letting it fall to the ground, revealing that Verna wore a bra and
panties with no stockings or pantyhose. Linda took off the bra and most of
Verna's chest lunged forward. She could have knocked Linda over, if she had
been a bit closer. Linda then knelt in front of Verna, removed her panties,
spread her legs and began to use her tongue on her. After about ten minutes
Verna started to hold Linda's head in her hands, pushing her face into her
nether regions.
. Linda got up and took a double ended dildo from the wall. She inserted one
end in herself and approached Verna. She lifted Verna onto the horse and
inserted the other end of the dildo into her wet cunt. Back and forth they
both went until Verna started moaning "Faster, faster, faster." Linda was
coming again, I could tell from the quivering going through her body, while
Verna came all at once. She grabbed Linda, thrusted her deep inside her and
just grunted. After that she said "Stop, stop". Linda did not listen, she
kept up the pace until Verna came a second time. "OH, God...." Verna screamed
very loudly. Linda did not let up. A third time for Verna. I had begun to
become concerned for Verna and wondered if Linda would ever stop. Finally
after about three or four more climaxes she did.
. They both collapsed in a pile of sweat and latex on the floor and lay there
for a while. Linda looked up at me with a wild look in her eye and said "Your
turn, Master." She moved over to me and began to get me hard, she could do that
in no time. I sat in the chair and Verna willingly sat on me. I went deep
into her and began to pump. After a few strokes she came, after a few more so
did I. Linda was sitting beside the chair and when she realized Verna was
coming, she slapped her ass with her hand. "Bitch" was all she said. The three
of us slowly regained our composure or what was left of it and retired to the
bed, where we slept.
. Saturday afternoon soon came and we got up. Verna was very withdrawn and
hardly spoke at all. Linda was very stiff and sore from the proceedings, as
she usually was after a session. Because of the intensity of our encounters we
were forced to limit ourselves to the weekends in order to allow Linda time to
recouperate.
. Verna sat at the table just staring at both of us, so I got a little
annoyed and asked her if she had a problem. She just nodded her head, no.
Linda looked at me and suggested I go into the living room while she and Verna
had a little talk. Feeling a little uncomfortable with Verna staring at me, a
trip to the living room was certainly not out of the question. They talked in
whispers for about an hour, then Verna called a cab and left. Linda just
looked out the window as the cab drove away and said "She'll be back." And so
she was.
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. 'Five Years' Copyright 1987 by The Lizzard
. Part - 3, Chapter -2
.
. The end of the summer was always a time for regrets. With the fading of
the warm weather would go the few short weekend motorcycle trips we would take.
Often times we would go to the New England area, anything within two to four
hundred miles. Another thing that was to be missed was our vacation. Since
her promotion she was entitled to three weeks instead of two and this year we
had gone to Florida to visit my mother.
. We had visited my mother before, but not on the bike. For some reason mom
had never gotten used to the idea that I was older than 10. Florida is a
strange state for many reasons. One real cute custom they have is to assume
anyone who is considerably younger than yourself is your son or daughter. How
often we would go to a restaurant and the hostess would make a reference to
where you and your father would like to sit. And any time Linda would order
anything alcoholic, she would be asked for proof of age. The driver's license
was not sufficient, neither was her student ID, but with her work ID they
seemed satisified. She got a kick out of it all, I found it boring. I will
have to admit she was quite youthful in appearance. Since there are no helmet
laws in Florida, she would put her hair in two pony tails, one on either side
of her face. This only tended to make her look younger. I by that time had
grown a full beard and although I would not freely admit it, the beard
contained a significant amount of grey.
. The trip to Flordia contained a side trip to Tarpon Springs, a Greek sponge
fishing town. Her tight leather pants and bikini top turned many heads. A
small resturant had Oysters for $2.00 per dozen and she said she had heard
rumors that oysters made you passionate. We overdosed on them, but were not
sure they increased anything.
. Key West was a strange town, mostly English settlers who dealt in Real
Estate. Condos were everywhere and they even tried to sell us one. At the end
of every day, there was a ceremony on the dock to celebrate the setting of the
sun .... bagpipes, a couple of other musicians, poetry readings and applause
when the sun went down. We were so moved by this, we decided it would be
really great to make love on the beach as the sun set.
. We located an out of the way place and set up for a barbecue. After eating
we waited for the sun to get lower in the sky. She removed her swim suit and
lay back on the blanket. We began in earnest and after a few minutes heard
some noises. It seems a couple of elderly tourists were above on the rocks
taking pictures of us. We pulled the blanket over us and continued. Later
that night, after getting all the sand out of her private places, we did it
right. Never again anyplace where there is sand.
. We left the Keys after overdosing on Key lime pie and gin and tonics. As
we went up the coast, we realized the main form of commerce was marijuana
smuggling. A state trooper had pulled over a sixty foot tractor trailer truck
crammed full of bales of the weed.
. Next stop was Tampa. Here we saw the old cigar factories and mingled in
the Cuban community for a day. After placing orders for choice cigars to be
shipped home and buying a few souveniers of the trip, we headed home.
. We arrived back on a Thursday and had until Monday to relax and play.
Throughout the time we were away, we did none of the things we would do in the
Cave. She missed them a lot and so did I. I tried to discuss with her why she
was so different away from home and just kiddingly I said she was almost
normal. She got real upset at that and started to cry. She said if I didn't
like her the way she was, then all I had to do was say the word and she would
be gone. Wasn't much of a conversation, but at least she was being a little
assertive. Maybe there was some progress. I told her not to worry about it, I
liked her the way she was. She asked to go into the Cave, saying we had a lot
to make up for.
. When she was inside, appropiately bound and suspended, she asked if there
were any roses around. Unfortunately not. What to do in their place? She
said she wanted the thorns, so to oblige her I retrieved several long, thin
sewing needles. The initial prick started her fever mounting. She kept
demanding more and more until I had actually pierced the nipple straight
through. She screamed as it went through and then begged me not to remove it.
I did the other one and her fever increased. I decided to lower her down to
the chair. Her arms were still bound over her head and as I entered her I
would twist the needles a little. The fever got faster and faster. She began
coming and coming while her spasms got more intense. I could not tell if it
was from the very active fucking I was giving her or from the turning of the
needles.
. As I would aproach orgasm, I would slow down and then start over again.
She had not stopped, she just kept coming. She gripped my member very tightly
and would not let go. She had that glassy eyed look she gets when she has
crossed another limit. I lifted her nipples by the needles and she went
further. There was no way she was still of this earth and I did not know how
to bring her down, in fact I was not sure I would have even if I knew how. We
stayed like that for several hours until she collapsed.
. I was near exhaustion and wonderred why I always had to carry her to bed.
To further complicate matters there was the question of what to do about the
needles. I had sterlized them with alcohol, but was not sure what to do now. I
put some antibiotic ointment around one needle and removed it gently. She made
no move, so I assumed she felt no pain. I did the same to the other needle,
applied two small bandaids and the process was complete.
. When she awakened the next day, her nipples were very sore. I was not
surprised at this, although she seemed to be. It was time to have a long talk,
I was becomming more and more worried about the things that gave her pleasure.
It seemed that anything we did always had lasting effects. Some were short
term and others, like the nipple situation, would last longer. She said she
did not want to stop, she did these thing because she loved me so completely
and if I cared for her, I would not deny her the expressions of her love.
Sounded even logical, I had a hard time trying to refute any of it. As usual,
I did nothing.
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. 'Five Years' Copyright 1987 by The Lizzard
. Part - 3, Chapter -3
.
. School had started, we were both back to work and I had decided to go back
to school for a Master's Degree. This was my way of filling some of my spare
time while keeping Linda company at the same time. After being out of college
for almost twenty years, I was somewhat concerned about my ability to do that
sort of thing, but figured I should also be willing to go through it since I
had asked her to do the same thing ... sort of as an example to her.
. Verna finally called Linda on a Thursday night. We had not spoken since
that night last summer and did not think we would hear from her again. She
said she had thought a lot about that night and had become intrigued about the
two of us, so Linda asked if she would like to join us for the weekend. Verna
accepted even though I felt she was being manipulated by Linda.
. She made it to the apartment around 10:30pm on Friday. She had had a few
drinks prior to arriving, undoubtedly for courage, but she was there. Linda
took her coat and led her in. Linda was dressed in her usual outfit ...
garter belt, stockings and those boots. She removed the robe she wore to
answer the door and just stood there in front of Verna. "This is for the
weekend, you understand?" she said. Verna just nodded in agreement.
. I asked Verna why she came and she explained she was not really sure. She
had been terrified in the beginning, but later got some sort of perverse
pleasure out of what happened. She was very confused as to how Linda could get
pleasure from what she did and wonderred if she could also get any pleasure out
of it. She also said Linda promised she did not have to participate if she did
not want to. She had thought a lot about it and wanted to. I informed her
that Linda would be responsible for her training and if there were any
infractions, I would punish her. I also told her she could stop any time she
wanted to, but she would have to leave and not return. Linda then started to
undress her. I waited for the removal of the bra, I wanted to see if Linda
could move that fast again.
. We took Verna to the Cave and Linda secured her over the horse. "Shall I
whip this worthless bitch, Master?" I nodded approval and said "Remember, she
is a beginner." Linda started with her hand, very gently and between each few
strokes she would fondle Verna's cheeks. After a half hour or so Verna began
to make a soft purring noise. I went over to feel her ass and found it was
starting to get warm to the touch. Verna was beginning to enjoy the session.
Linda had brought her along slowly, getting harder and harder with each stroke
while telling her how lovely she was. Verna was hooked.
. Linda continued, stopping every so often to caress Verna's body, especially
her tits. At one point Linda looked at me and said "She's such a cow, shall we
brand her?" With that Verna became very uneasy. She kept mumbling something
about being afraid of fire or not being burnt. I had no intention of branding
her and was hoping Linda would not want to go further than she herself would
go, especially with a novice. I called for a time out and took Linda into the
other room to talk things over. I wanted to know just what she was doing and
how far she wanted to go. I explained I was enjoying little Verna and did not
want to really harm her. I also reminded Linda this was for the weekend, so we
would have plenty of time later to go farther. Linda sort of agreed. I told
her this was as it would be and there would be no fluctuation from these rules.
Linda knew these were my orders and they were final, so she obeyed.
. We went back into the Cave and I addressed Verna. I told her she had a
beautiful ass and was doing fine. I asked how she felt and she told me she was
not sure how she was feeling, but it was not bad. She said she was turned on
and curious. I told her she should have no fears of being branded, the irons
were only for show, not for use. She seemed more at ease. I patted her ass
and mumbled something about curiosity and cats.
. Linda went back to work on little Verna, this time with her tongue. She
did service to Verna's cunt as well as her asshole and those enormous nipples.
Linda said she could not get the entire nipple into her mouth, I tried and
could, but my mouth is bigger. As Verna climbed higher and higher, Linda would
caress her more and more. At one point she tied her hands, brought her over to
the suspension pulley and raised Verna to her tiptoes, however with Verna's
lack of height that wasn't far.
. Linda then began to investigate those huge tits. Neither one of us had
seen anything so big on anyone so small. Verna wore a size 30DD bra, most of
them were special orders or custom made. They tended to minimize the size of
her breasts and had a slimming effect overall. The end result was that instead
of making Verna look like she had the biggest set in the world, these bras made
her look like a middle aged REALLY DUMPY Italian girl. Looking at her hanging
there, I could only wish the head of Maidenform would be taken out and shot for
incompetence.
. The girls looked like they were playing. Linda was moving Verna's tits
back and forth and Verna was giggling like a school girl. Every so often Linda
would take a little nip at either nipple. Verna would make a surprised little
noise and utter something like "Ouch", then she would slide back into her giddy
state. Linda kept it up with harder and harder bites until Verna started to
groan a little. Linda then took out the lightest of the nipple clamps, and
placed them on each nipple while kissing Verna. Verna was a little
uncomfortable for a while, but that soon passed. She looked down at her tits
and gave a stupid little smile. Linda and I were along side Verna as I said
"You have taken your first step." She seemed pleased and so was Linda. For the
remainder of the evening we took turns working on Verna. We gently brought her
to climax after climax and when she was thoroughly satisfied, we turned our
attentions to each other.
. We went through to late Saturday afternoon when the idea came to me to
involve Verna in something she would find hard to believe. I whispered to
Linda that I would use the needles on her. This excited her, since I had only
used them once a month or so. I was worried about any kind of permanent
damage, but everything seemed to heal quickly and without incident so I just
accepted it as a "no problem" situation.
. Linda went to Verna and got her to her feet. "You will attend me." she said
to the bewildered little lady. She led Verna to the medicine chest where she
removed the alcohol, needles, surgical needle holders, gauze pads and a small
stainless steel platter. She wiped each piece with the alcohol and put
everything on the tray. She led Verna into the Cave and told her to kneel on
the mat and put her hands up, so she may hold the tray. "You will hold these
for my Master and if you drop anything, you will take my place."
. With that Linda knelt in front of me, looked up and spoke in a soft and
delicate voice "My Master, your slave has been good to you, please lift me to
the limits that only you can bring me to. I submit completely to your power
and beg you to indulge me in my pleasure." The look on Verna's face was one of
total disbelief as my lovely slave knelt there totally unbound, lifted her head
high, took a deep breath and placed her hands at her side. She nodded and I
proceeded.
. I picked up the first needle with the small needle holders and passed it in
front of her eyes several times. She did not blink. "Please, Master" she
whispered. Verna's hands began to shake, so Linda turned to her and reminded
her she would take her place if anything fell. Verna regained her composure
and I proceeded. The first needle went through the left nipple on a
horizontal. Linda was perfectly still as I slowly inserted it through her soft
skin. She raised her head and whispered "Thank you, Master, please another."
. Verna looked on in disbelief as we proceeded. Linda took four needles, two
in each nipple, one horizontal and one vertical. She looked at Verna in
triumph and said to her "You're lucky you did not drop anything." I thought
Verna was going to faint.
. I kissed her deeply and told her how proud I was of her. She looked at her
nipples, went on and on about how special this was for her and tried to
convince Verna to let me do the same to her. I put a stop to that real quick,
after all, this was Verna's first experience with any of this stuff and I did
not want to scare her away.
. Linda was then suspended by her wrists and had the needles put under slight
tension from two small wires attached to the ceiling. She remained there for
several hours. I bound Verna's hands behind her back and placed her kneeling
in front of Linda. She was to service my lovely slave with her tongue and if
she stopped, I would strike her with a ridding crop to remind her of Linda's
promise that she would take her place. I emphasized this from the beginning,
Verna got the point.
. This went on for several hours until it was time to remove the needles. It
was around midnight on Saturday when the removal was to take place. Linda had
been brought to orgasm many times by Verna's talented tongue while I too had
shared Verna's oral talents a few times during the day. We were all exhausted,
but there was the realization that the events were not over. Linda and I both
knew that the removal ceremony was as important as the insertion and Verna was
to play the same role again.
. The attendant knelt obediently, much more steady this time, as my slave
prepared herself for the finish. She knelt in front of me with her body
drenched in the sweat of a hundred climaxes and her hair matted with the same
sweat. On anyone else it would have been repulsive, but on her it was as if
she had a glow about her. She was breathing very fast and heavy, her heartbeat
was racing. She took a deep breath, lifted her head and put her hands at her
sides. The rules were that these severe things were only done out of bondage.
If she were to lift her hand, I would stop immediately ... this was my safety
valve.
. One at a time I removed the needles. She quivered with the same pleasure
as she did during insertion. After the last one was withdrawn, she gave a
shudder. It was over for this time. There would be more, but for now it was
over. I could tell the experience had been the usual success. She was as
horny as hell.
. I opened my robe and she immediately found my limp member. Twenty seconds
of her oral charm changed me into a rod of iron. I sat back in the chair and
she mounted me. We went like that for what seemed an eternity. She rode me
like a rodeo star, getting higher and higher and started screaming and
convulsing violently. She held me tightly both with her arms and her inner
muscles. I could not escape, nor did the thought of doing so ever cross my
mind. I don't know if I really came, I was completely tapped out.
. We remained like that until the early rays of dawn broke through the heavy
curtains. Verna had fallen asleep. Linda and I just held each other and
looked into each others eyes. It was times like this that I noticed what
beautiful eyes she had and, conversely, when we looked into each other's eyes
we would think of this sort of time.
. Around 10:00am we woke Verna and the three of us sat around eating
breakfast. We were completely wasted and could barely speak. We had not eaten
since Friday and had not even noticed it. Our stomachs were empty and made
gurgling noises when we ate ... Breakfast rolls, strawberries, dark coffee and
orange juice. Simple fare, but all we could deal with.
. Verna then slept on the couch while Linda and I retired to the bedroom. We
all awakened around 9:45pm. Verna got dressed and I called her a cab, since I
was not up to driving nor almost anything else.
. As she left, walking very slowly, she said she had a great time and would
be back. She was, OFTEN.....
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. End of 'Five Years' Part 3
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. Part - 4, Chapter -1
.
. Winter came quickly this year, the snowfall was early and prevented the
enjoyment of the Autumn. There was a cold dampness in the air that was deeply
penetrating. The flu season was upon us in earnest and Linda prompted me to
get a flu shot. We both went for it. I was out for three days with fever and
chills, whereas she had no reaction at all. Since I had gotten the shot at my
company, they felt a certain responsibility for my reaction to it and I was
given an extra week off to recuperate. It took a lot longer.
. Up to this time Linda and I had been disagreeing about the publicness of
our relationship. Until last March my mother and sister knew nothing of her.
This was not by design, but more by omission on my part. Her parents knew
about us, and although they had no idea of what we did in private, were very
supportive of our togetherness. This was one area where we had great
differences of opinion. I felt the people we were close to at the office
should not be deliberately denied the knowledge that we were a couple, while
she on the other hand felt it was not for public knowledge. I reasoned that
since Verna had joined us, the secrecy barrier was broken and we should not
avoid this any more. Linda reasoned Verna would say nothing, since she didn't
want to spoil a good thing and both Verna's reputation in a major hospital and
our escapades would depend upon discretion. After all, Verna would spend two
or three weekends with us every month, depending upon her schedule at work.
. The problem came to a head with my next promotion. November 1981 was a
very good time for me. I had become an officer of the company and had
increased responsibilities along with a large increase in pay, not to mention
the fringe benefits and perks and the company was sponsorring a Christmas Party
for all executive officers. Since then there has been a change in upper
management philosophy, so these events are no more and as luck would have it, I
was in the last year of this event. Attendance was almost mandatory and since
I had just made "the big time", I was naturally expected to attend. The party
was at the Plaza Hotel, black tie. I told Linda about it and she said I should
go alone. She was quite adamant about this point, calling the event everything
from silly to too rigid for her.
. Our first fight then promptly ensued. The whole bit ... yelling, threats,
if you don't like it then get out, etc. etc. ... thoroughly distasteful. I
finally told her she would go or be gone when I got back. This seemed to get
to her. She cried a bit, threw a tantrum and then settled down. A
depressingly long discussion then followed.
. She told me she was afraid of many things, one of them was loosing me. She
felt if anyone would know of us, they would try to break us up. She was afraid
I would find someone else and be done with her. She was absolutely sure there
were many people at my office that would snatch me up in a minute if she
weren't around. I told her this was all nonsense. She spoke about being
faithful to me, she had never once thought of another man. I was a bit nasty
and asked her about a woman. She became very upset at that, it was a low blow.
I realized she took me very seriously and suddenly I had really hurt her, for
the first time. I felt terrible about what I had said and tried to explain
that I believed in her fidelity. I knew the only others had been Jane and Verna
and that was for us, not just her. I told her I enjoyed the sessions and
outside of those occurrences, I had no others since her. We were both telling
the truth, after all what energies did we have left for anyone else and who
else could handle our special desires as well as each other. What I never did
get around to telling her was that I was not ashamed of what we did and
certainly not of her. I can see now if I had told her that at the time, much
could have been avoided.
. Finally she regained her composure and we came to an agreement. She would
go to my Christmas party and I would go to her company's New Years' Eve party.
We further agreed that we would not hide the existence of our relationship from
any acquaintances or not-so-close friends. If asked directly, we would not
deny we lived together or that we were lovers. Neither one of us would
unnecessarily divulge that information, nor would either of us try to hide it.
I was too blind to see it was her guilt of what she did and wanted to do that
she was really trying to hide.
. One minor concession on my part was the next day. In preparation for
Christmas I would always get Linda a piece of jewelry, something of the season
or something I would like to see her wear. I had gone into a little jewelry
store in the lobby of my building at lunch looking for such a bauble. The
jeweler was a friend of mine and I would chat with him often. He said he had
something special for me this time. He wasn't kidding. 1 -1/2 karats, pear
shaped, mounted in a Tiffany setting and the price made it too good to pass up.
The thought of having it reset into a pendant was uppermost in my mind, but
I thought it over and decided to give it as a ring. An engagement ring?
Maybe, maybe not.
. Her dress for the Christmas Party came in, so we went for the final fitting
and adjustments. She was a perfect size 10 except for her chest, which was
more of a 12. There were always problems that could be solved only by getting
in both sizes and picking the one needing the fewest alterations. The dress
was a floor length cranberry velvet with a low scoop neck. The size 10 made
her breasts overflow the neckline and I wondered how dancing with her would be.
We took the size 10 with no alterations.
. We went to a French restaurant in the mid-forties between 6th and 7th
Avenues. A French restaurant is a place you go to when you want to be abused
by French waiters, pay exorbitant prices to eat miniscule portions of almost
raw meat and, more to the point, when you have something special to say.
. After the pastry and coffee, I started to tell her why we were there. I
gave her the ring, put it on her finger, a perfect fit, told her I wanted her
to have it and what it would signify was up to us to decide. I said I had very
deep feelings for her and if she would like, we would be married. If the idea
of marriage was not for now, then she could wear it until the idea was more
palatable. It was very simple, I wanted her to have it and anything that went
with it and she could decide how much that was. She just looked at it and
suddenly realized I was not about to hear anything about her taking it off.
She just said she loved me so completely and would accept it as an expression
of how we felt for each other. I was pleased.
. The day of the Christmas Party came and we took off from work. In my
position it was expected because of the party, for her it was one of those 24
hour virus things that go around. It had been three days since I gave her the
ring and we had not talked about it since. Now was the time. She said she did
want to marry me and was afraid to bring it up before, because of our way of
making love. She was afraid it would change and she needed it so very much.
She also was afraid if she did not marry me, I would find someone else and she
would loose me. Either way she was very scared. I told her I had no plans of
changing anything between us and was not looking for something different. I
was proud of her and felt our feelings were not to be hidden. Our private life
was just that, private. True we shared some of that with Verna, but she was
just something we both had fun with. We could get along without her and it
would not change any feelings between us. I made it clear that the ring was no
pressuring of marriage and it could be as soon or as late as she wished it, if
at all. Until such time when she was to leave or we were to be married, she
would be considered my fiance. It was decided and that night I introduced
Linda to many very envious associates as my fiance. Deep inside I think I
wanted it to work.
. The party was a tremendous success. We had two dances together and many of
my friends asked how long we had been seeing each other. The response was that
we had known each other for about two years. Had we set a date yet? No, we
had only recently gotten engaged and were not sure when the date would be. The
usual bullshit about finding a place, etc. There were those who were skeptical
at our relationship. She was so much younger than I and, if the truth be
really known, she was far more attractive than I would be expected to have
acquired on my own. She was one of, if not, the most beautiful lady at the
event.
. For the next few days I received a lot of heckling at the office.
Everything from the remotest implications that I had hired her for the evening
or she was my sister. I have a strange crew at the office and I paid them no
real attention.
. A week and a half later there was the New Year's Eve party at the Waldorf
Astoria and her company spared no expense in throwing this bash for the
employees. 1250 were eligible to come and 370 showed up. Never could
understand passing up an affair like that, especially since it was free. She
wore the same dress and looked just as good. The crowd was generally younger
than at my company's party and there was little said about us as a couple.
There was only one other person there that I knew, the Chairman of the Board.
We exchanged pleasantries and never mentioned the previous incident. I got the
feeling it was something he would rather not remember and I felt the same.
. We left shortly after 1:30am. I had rented a limo for the night, since
driving on New Year's Eve in New York City was totally inconceivable to me as
was any mode of public transportation. She was very happy at the way the
evening turned out, as if she realized there was really nothing to fear. She
put her head on my shoulder and said she didn't want this night to end.
Everything seemed right, I didn't want it to end either.
. The next few months passed quickly and we discussed with her parents a
possible marriage. They were very pleased and her father and I spent much time
talking about things. He was glad we had decided to do this and said he knew
we were right for each other, although her mother was not so outspoken. A
tentative date of early June 1982 was partially agreed upon by all parties.
The wedding was to be informal and the reception was to be small. From time to
time I had to reassure Linda this would not change things between us, it could
only make them better, or so I thought.
. Our sessions with Verna seemed fewer and farther between. Her work
patterns were getting out of hand and we had discussed the possibility of
cutting her loose. Both of us were reluctant to do so, since she had come so
far. She was our toy and we did not really want to loose her. April 1982 and
Verna's job changed. She was now an administrative person. Her day, 7:00am to
3:00pm Monday through Friday. Every weekend was free and she spent them with
us. Just as this was getting tiring tragedy struck.
. Linda's father passed away from a stroke on May 3rd, 1982 ... our wedding
plans were cancelled, since her mother needed her for support. They had been
married for 41 years. He had been retired for the last 8 or so years and they
spent all their time together. Her mother was completely lost without him.
. Linda could not finish the semester and took five incompletes in her
subjects. Her teachers were understanding and allowed her to make up the work
over the summer. She did. Linda spent a lot of time with her mother and our
weekend diversions were few and far between. Verna offered to stay with me so
I would not be lonely, but Linda did not like that idea, neither did I. One
Friday night when Linda was at her mother's house, Verna stopped over. She
said she was really horny and wanted me to do something about it. She
suggested calling Linda and knew she would say it was alright. I told her that
without Linda I had no interest in her and she should leave. She said she
would but if she did leave, she would not be back. I told her I didn't give a
shit and she left. She also lied, Linda would have objected, quite strongly.
. I sat there wondering about what I had just done. All kinds of thoughts
went through my head ... Had I just screwed up a good thing? Why had I turned
her down? Was it really only Linda I wanted? Or was it that without Linda,
nothing made any difference? Did I need her that much? A long time ago I
swore to myself I would never let anyone get that close to me, it hurt too much
when they left. What had happened to that oath?
. Linda got home around 9:45 that night and said her mom was better. Two
weeks later on July 7th, 1982 her mother passed away from a massive coronary.
Many would think she died of a broken heart. I was one of the many.
. After this shock had befallen us, there was a period of great quietness.
Nothing happened. There was no sex, no dining out, no movies, nothing. We
were both a little numb from the prior events. We needed time.
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. 'Five Years' Copyright 1987 by The Lizzard
. Part - 4, Chapter -2
.
. At the end of August we decided to take our vacation. Linda had to take
her's before October 1 and I could use some time off. The prior few months had
been hard on both of us. I had told Verna to buzzoff several times and it
seemed as if she had listened. In a strange way we both missed her. We had
made no plans to go anywhere for vacation so we figured we would get the place
straightened up and take some short trips on the bike.
. We finally decided to call Verna and reached her just in time. She was
trying to think of what to do on her two week vacation and I got the bright
idea to have her spend it with us. She thought about it until I said "In the
Cave". I guessed she missed it a little also.
. The next 13 days were the most exhausting of my life. Verna had progressed
to the point where she could climax over and over from being bound and
tormented. She learned ass fucking and got to enjoy it a great deal. Heavy
nipple clamps and piercing were completely out for her, however she made up for
that minor oversight by mastering the ability to be fist fucked, only by Linda,
my hand was too big. It was a remarkable sight to see her suspended, legs wide
apart, with Linda's hand inside her right up to the wrist, twisting from right
to left. It was truly one of Verna's highest moments.
. Verna took quite well to candle wax, but could never take it directly on
her nipples. She preferred it on her ass and I aim to please. Linda would
kneel in front of me as I placed the hot wax on her nipples, then place small
birthday candles in the wax and light them. Linda would let them burn almost
all the way down and I would extinguish them with an ice cube.
. During those days I would only fuck Verna in the ass. I would let her do
oral service to me only in preparation for Linda. It was only her cunt that I
would enter and only her cunt I would eat. Nothing Verna was willing to do
would distract me from Linda, she was mine and I wanted her to feel it.
. One evening Linda and I decided to use the cross on the wall for the first
time. It was a rather awkward thing, just two pieces of 2'x6' planks secured
to the wall in the shape of an 'X'. Not really sure of what to use it for, I
left it merely painted black. At least it covered some of the wall and made an
interesting place to hang the occasional misplaced whip. While looking at it, I
got the idea of securing a person to it. To this end I asked Verna to stand on
it for a measurement.
. While Verna took a rest break, I installed a series of screw eyes on the
outline of her approximate form on the cross. When she awakened, I brought her
back to the Cave and asked her to resume the position I used for outlining.
With that we began to apply 1/8" nylon rope through the eyes, Linda did one
side and I the other. Verna was securely fastened with ropes crisscrossing her
body at every 2" or so intervals. She was well bound, all but her tits. It
seemed unfair to restrain those huge globes and I was not to be accused of
being unfair.
. We left her there for hours and in that time I pleasured Linda over and
over again. I loved the way she would wrap her legs around my neck and just
come over and over and over. We then spent much time in a 69 position and
finally I took her in the ass. She screamed how she loved it, she did. Verna
finally spoke up saying "What about me?" and that pissed Linda off.
. She put a gag in her mouth and said she would brand her right on those big
bouncing tits. I sat back in the chair to see how far she would go, while
Verna started to become more than a little uncomfortable at the prospect of
being branded. Linda got out the charcoal and after opening the window a bit,
started a fire. After about twenty minutes the coals in the brassiere were
glowing a smooth grey ash. She then put the irons in and watched for the next
half hour as they took on a cherry red glow.
. Verna was starting to become a little panicky and began to strain at her
bonds, but it was no use, I do good work. But was this to be? Was Verna to
have the brand of some ranch on those huge breasts just like some cow on the
range? I had other ideas.
. As Linda was getting ready to remove the first iron, I interrupted her with
a simple sentence "You cannot do that to her, if you are not willing to have it
done to you." Linda just put the iron down and realized what she had let
herself in for. There was no turning back ... I had spoken. She had to
prepare herself for the fate she had preordained, so she bowed her head and
just said "How do you want me, Master?"
. I put her in her usual suspension position. Verna was still hanging
around, a bit wide-eyed at the whole event and obviously relieved she would not
be at the other end of those irons. I wanted to reassure her, so I came over
and gently and softly whispered to her "You're next." Her struggles were to no
avail and Linda was sweating a little. Had she finally bitten off more than
she could chew?
. There was a bucket of ice next to my chair for several reasons, primarily
to keep drinks cold since the summer heat coupled with the additional heat from
the charcoal was proving to be somewhat stifling ... and for another purpose.
About half the ice had already melted and turned into water. I removed a few
cubes, went over to Verna and placed them on her nipples. As the chill passed
through her body, I reminded her that this was where the iron would fall. She
struggled again, a total waste of time. "Relax and enjoy" I told her.
. With Linda suspended from her wrists, legs spread wide apart, nipples
extended with the needles crossed in them from the thin wires from the ceiling,
I placed the ice right between her hair line and her belly button. "This is for
you" I whispered in her ear. A look of fear came to her face and she started
to protest about not there and stuff like that. I felt it better to not run
the risk of confusing directions, so I gagged her. She squirmed, so I was
forced to place another rope around her waist and secure her to two points,
making it no longer possible for her to move.
. With both prey well tethered I began. First I re_EX an iron from the
fire and come close to each of them, asking each one who would like to be
first. Even with the gags in place I could tell there were no volunteers, the
choice was mine. The first iron was getting a little cool, so for effect I
plunged it into the ice bucket. The room filled with a smokey steam and the
smell of fear from both ladies. "I can't bear the thought of having you see
this" I said as I blindfolded Verna. Linda was sure she would be first. I
took another iron, walked over to her and let her feel the heat just above her
cunt. She knew the spot was unchangeable. "I don't think you should see this
either" I said as I blindfolded her. She thrashed and squirmed, but remained
secure.
. I went back to the fire and got another iron. I let Verna feel the heat
from a few inches away and then carefully switched the iron in my left hand
with one from the ice bucket in my right hand. As I placed the cold iron on
Verna's nipple, she let out a muffled scream that went right through Linda.
Again on the other nipple and a similar reaction.
. As I went to Linda I whispered in her ear "And now for you, you will not
scream, you will be brave. Soon you will wear my brand and you will be
completely mine." This seemed to calm her down, but there was still a lot of
anxiety so she took a deep breath and nodded her readiness.
. I took the hot iron and passed it near her cunt. "A little lower, I think."
This drove her into a frenzy. I could tell that the muffled cries were "No,
no, no...." She had gotten herself into this and I was not letting her out of
it. As I touched her with the ice cold iron, she climaxed intensely and with
violent spasms passed out. As I looked just above the hairline I saw a red
welt appear and then disappear before my eyes. I wished Verna had seen it
also, but I was the only one who did. It was as if she had been actually
branded and then it vanished. To this day I have not been able to either
replicate or explain it. It remains a mystery to me.
. Later Verna said the cold was a big shock to her, but she knew it was cold
and not hot, while Linda said she actually felt the burn. I wasn't sure the
whole thing was such a great idea.
. Verna left the next day to return to the real world. We needed another
week to recuperate before work and I needed to figure out what had really
happened.
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. End of 'Five Years' Part 4
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. 'Five Years' Copyright 1987 by The Lizzard
. Part - 5, Chapter -1
.
. April 1983, the weather was beautiful, the sun was hot in the sky and the
weekends were to be enjoyed outdoors. Linda was in the last half of her junior
year and doing well, I was proceeding with my Masters' Degree. It had been
several months since either of us had heard from Verna and I liked it that way.
We had decided not to get married, since there seemed to be no compelling
reason to do so. With Linda's parents gone her desire to change her name
seemed to fade and we were also talking much less about a third party for our
sessions, which had changed. After one of the piercing sessions Linda developed
a small infection, nothing serious, but it took several days to clear up,
so I had refrained from giving her that pleasure for fear of reinfection. She
understood and went along with my decision. We made up for it in other ways.
. Our use of the Cave had dwindled to once or twice a month. There seemed to
be more softness between us now and she only needed the harshness on a periodic
basis. I too was enjoying the softness and the time away from the Cave tended
to make those sessions much more meaningful. She was more sensitive, would
take less to start and then build to a more intense crescendo.
. My former employer had an assignment for me, so I was away for 2 days and
nights. I spent my time on a lamp post in Long Island, while she remained at
home waiting. When I returned she was all over me like a bitch in heat. These
were the first nights we had been apart in almost three years and neither of us
liked it. We missed the next two days of work.
. I was very proud of her and the progress she had made. Away from me she
had become more aggressive and was not as easily pushed around. She was now
running for the trains pulling out of the station, driving in city traffic,
taking the car to school and parking it on the street. She had changed her
style of dress at the office to something less frilly and goody-goody. Her
school work was becoming less of a drudge and she was even hinting at going to
law school after college. In short, she had grown into an independent person
and I was pleased. I felt I had helped a person to grow and that was a good
feeling. In short, all was going well.
. I took out my 45, an Essex framed model of WWII vintage that had been
completely reworked by an French gunsmith in Cambodia. It was black chromed,
had Ivory grips with gold inlays and the action was stainless steel. I had
carried this weapon for 6 1/2 years In-Country and had used it often. It was
reliable. I placed it in the shoulder holster and with my build could carry it
totally undetected. I will admit I had become somewhat attached to it and with
the exception of my daily office duties, I would carry it everyplace,
especially on trips. She had a few objections to my carrying a weapon. She
said if I had to carry it, then she was afraid for me and if I did not have to
carry it, she saw no reason for doing so. I told her it was not her business.
. Her style of dress at the office had changed to skirts and blouses as well
as pants. For this firm, women wearing pants at that time was a little
revolutionary, although I thought it made a lot of sense. Her wardrobe for
casual wear was of two types, leather or denim and she looked spectacular in
both. I had started by buying her leather pants, vests and jackets for riding
and then skirts and dresses. Often times she would wear a very short leather
skirt with only a vest and spike heels when we went riding, causing many eyes
to turn when we came by. She would also bring a leather dress to the office on
Fridays and change before she met me at the usual local hangout. These dresses
were of one design ... very tight and with a zipper going down the front.
Often she would leave the zipper a bit low, which had a distracting effect on
many of my associates, but had an uplifting effect on me.
. Once I was a little late meeting her after work, so she waited for me at
the bar. As usual there were a dozen or so guys hitting on her, one of them
was unfortunately my boss. He approached her as she waited for me and started
the usual "come here often" boring conversation, which was enough to illicit a
negative reaction from anyone. Then he proceeded to tell her how lovely she
was and said if she had been there before, he would have certainly remembered
her. I can sympathize with her repugnance at this sort of drivle, but she kept
her temper, not knowing who or what he was. She told him politely she was
waiting for someone, but my boss seemed to pay no attention to that. He came
on strong and started questioning her about what would happen if she left with
him before her friend got there. As I came in I could see what was going on,
so I hid behind one of the booths to overhear what they were saying ... OK, I
was curious as to how she would handle the situation. He was pulling out all
the stops and finally she very cooly said "I belong completely to my Master and
would have it no other way. You would not have the slightest idea of how to
begin to satisfy me and I find the thought of being anyplace with you totally
repulsive. Please leave me alone or I cannot be responsible for your safety
when he shows up."
. Oh shit, now I have a real problem, but I had an idea of how to handle it.
"Linda, Dom" I said as I pretended to walk in. She was very glad to see me, he
was not. "Is your wife with you?" I asked my boss. At that he suddenly
realized there was nothing he could say about the putdown he had just gotten.
A little small talk and Linda looked at me whisperring, just loud enough for
Dom to hear, "Take me home to bed, please?" We left momentarily and did just
that.
. The only comments passed about that evening from my boss was "That's quite
a little lady you've got there." I felt the outdated sexism in that remark and
a little twist in my gut at the thought of the old views of women dredged up
from the distant past of modern corporate America. I did have to agree with
the thought though "quite a lady" and left it at that.
. My former employer called again and this time it was to be a longer
assignment. I cleared things with my company and I was sent to Colorado for
three weeks. After the first night I called in and told them to get Linda out
here or the job was off. I missed her so much that it hurt and I was
determined to have her with me. It was cleared with her company and she was out
there with me. It felt so good to hold her and it seemed so long since I last
had. We stayed in a small house outside the main part of the city, in the East
we call it Suburbia. The job lasted five weeks and by the end of that time we
were both thoroughly disgusted with suburban living and all that went with it.
Goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Henry Weber and back to reality, or at least back to
what we had grown to accept as reality.
. It was July 4th weekend when we got back and a very long and solid weekend
in the Cave brought us both back to normal.
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. 'Five Years' Copyright 1987 by The Lizzard
. Part - 5, Chapter -2
.
. By this time I had become concerned about several things. First, we had
not been with Verna, or any other women, in quite a while and I sort of missed
it. I did not want to encourage Linda to acquire any additional partners for
us, since I felt I wanted her more to myself but missed the combinations that
were possible with three. I also missed having someone whom I did not care
about to treat as I saw fit. In retrospect it was this lack of concern that
allowed me to take both Linda and Verna higher and higher. When something
became too intense for Linda to handle, I would move over to Verna for balance.
This balance was missing.
. Secondly, I was worried that Linda's capacity for the Cave events would
dwindle. I had become harder on her and without the relief of a third party,
Linda had taken more than ever. She had completely enjoyed it, but I had
second thoughts about our activities since we were spending more and more time
in the Cave. It had escalated to a session beginning on Friday night and
ending on Sunday afternoon. She was always very sore and tender after these
sessions and often had difficulty in sitting, moving and often concentrating on
Mondays.
. Third, since the discontinuance of the nipple piercing, the use of
alligator clips as nipple clamps had become standard. Much tension was put on
these clamps for very long periods of time. She had withstood severe pain in
these sessions and had received incredibly intense levels of pleasure from
them.
. Forth, I was pushing her further and further each time. It seemed to me
her limits had to be raised each time or it might not be enjoyable for me.
Many times she would beg for me to stop only to get another enema, another
lash, or another notch on the winch. Most of the time I knew she really didn't
want me to stop, but there were those few times I was a little fuzzy about the
protests. In reality there were times I did not care.
. Fifth, her manner of dress on the outside had changed by my instruction and
I had begun buying all of her clothes, including her underwear. We would go to
a department store, she would try on something, come out into the mirrored area
and then model for my approval. Most of this was underwear and it was of great
embarrassment for her to do so in public. Several times we were asked to leave
the store. There was one department store in which the salesgirl was obviously
gay and had no objection to the endless parade of skimpy attire, needless to
say we spent a lot of time and money in that store. Much of the remainder of
her wardrobe was leather, I had gotten her about twenty skirts, each one
shorter and tighter than the other. The dresses were made to my specifications
and had either very deep necklines or were completely backless. The skirts
were either red, electric blue, or black while the dresses were either black or
pastel colors. Often I could not decide what I preferred her to wear, since
she looked great in all of them. Interestingly enough, many of the designs I
created have recently appeared on the cover of magazines like Cosmopolitan.
Perhaps I was a little before my time.
. Lastly, I had become obsessed about living out fantasies and expanding her
limits, which was the most destructive influence on the entire relationship.
Perhaps it was this pushing that foretold the need for balance and if I had
listened to it then, much could have been avoided.
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.
. 'Five Years' Copyright 1987 by The Lizzard
. Part - 5, Chapter -3
.
. September, 1983 and the beginning of her last year in school. Grades were
up and the end was in sight. Assertiveness was high and to my way of thinking,
she had become a complete woman. Several fantasies had been conjured up and
noted for living out at a later date. They ran the gamut from very romantic
pirate and princess to a very brutal Spanish Inquisition type. One stood out.
In the northern part of Boston six Portuguese sailors were found guilty of
raping a woman on a pool table in a bar. For some reason she found this
extremely erotic and begged me to enact it with her, so I sought to realize
this fantasy for her. A friend of mine had a bar on Third Street in the
Village, near the Hell's Angel's clubhouse, it had a pool table and he agreed
to let us use it after closing. Just before we could get everything coordinated
Verna came back into our lives.
. She started by calling Linda at her office asking to have lunch with her.
I saw no reason they should not meet since they were friends, but made it clear
that I did not want Verna to join us again. Linda agreed and they had several
lunches together. She finally asked me to talk with Verna to see if we could
patch things up for more sessions. I will admit I sort of missed that chesty
little bitch and because of this I agreed to meet with her to 'iron things
out'.
. The meeting was at my friend's bar late on Friday. Linda and I got there
early, partially to check out the pool table and partially to relax and discuss
what we were going to say to Verna when she showed up. It was a sleazy hangout
for bikers most of whom wore 'colors', the denim jackets covered with gang
insignias and various parches of significance to the individuals concerned. I
was welcomed since I knew a few of the guys from my Army days. Even though I
was an officer, they all knew I was fair and treated my men decently. Because
of that I was a welcomed patron.
. That night there were about fifteen to twenty bikers and four or five of
their ol' ladies (the biker's equivalent to a steady girl). The biggest was a
guy nicknamed 'Donkey' due to the size of his cock, which rumor had it at
fourteen inches long and seven and a half inches around. He had no trouble
picking up the loose, and I do mean loose, women in the place. Donkey was six
feet nine inches tall and had avoided the draft by being too tall. Remarkably,
he was one of the few who had not spent time in jail. Clean living, I guess.
. Midnight came around and Verna showed up, just on time. She sat down and
ordered a drink, straight tequilla with salt and lemon. She knew this was
going to be rough and needed a bracer.
. "I miss it" she said.
. "What?" I asked.
. "The two of you, it is like nothing means anything without you two. I
can't get myself to do anything with anybody. I want back."
. "Why?" I asked.
. Linda started to say something and I cut her off just before she was to
utter the first sound.
. "I'll handle this" I said in a very stern voice.
. Verna got very nervous, probably because she thought I was considering
something and partly since she did not want to blow it. She really wanted back
and went on and on about how good we made her feel and how good she was for us.
She mentioned a philosophical dialogue in which she put forth the fact that
what we did together was something the three of us had created and it would be
that much diminished by the lack of her participation. She said we needed her
to push those limits and without her we would dwindle. Verna also said once
you have been there, it is very difficult to stay away. She went over some
highlights of the many sessions we had and begged to return to those days.
Finally she said she would do anything to get it back and she was sorry if
anything she had done had offended us.
. Something that should be known about Verna was that until she was thirty
years old she was a VIRGIN. Unthinkable as it may sound, her first sexual
experience was with us. Oh well, at least she started right. Since we had
her, she had tried to have several relationships with men and found them
completely nonphysical. It seemed I was the only guy who had ever fucked her
and for that matter, the only man who had ever done anything else to her. When
she told me this, I became a bit unnerved. I assumed she was at the very least
sexually active and we had just expanded her horizons, rather than taught her
everything she knew. This effected me a little, afterall it's OK to play
around with someone who has been around but not to deflower, so to speak, in
such an extreme way. My instant reaction was that if she had someone else,
she would not need us.
. I thought about it for a while. Every time either Verna or Linda tried to
say something, I raised my hand in a gesture of silence and, needless to say,
they both obeyed. I thought perhaps a small test would be in order to prove
Verna's desire to return, since at times I felt she was with us because it was
easier than going out on her own and finding someone for herself. Yes, that
was it. A test...
. "What will you do to get back?" I mused.
. "Anything you want, I'll move in with you and take care of the place, cook,
clean, anything, but let me back."
. "Anything I want?"
. "Anything!"
. "OK, do every guy and girl in this place."
. The silence was deafening.
. Linda looked at me and said "NO".
. "Shutup or I'll turn you out too."
. She froze ... suddenly the realization of Verna's return and the reality of
the harshness of the test were too much for her to deal with. She did not say
another word.
. I stood up and made the announcement to the general public that Verna was a
bitch in heat and bragged she could take on this entire bar ... right there on
the pool table. I made her stand up, unbutton her blouse and remove her bra.
. "Here she is guys, do her."
. And they did. Donkey was first. A little head and then in the ass. A
little more head and then in the cunt. And so on and so on. Two of the girls
got into the act by giving Verna's oral talents a workout.
. 5:45am came and Verna had gone through thirteen guys and two girls. She
was exhausted and it was a great show. Linda and I got up and as we left I
said to Verna "Better luck next time". After all I had said ALL!
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. 'Five Years' Copyright 1987 by The Lizzard
. Part - 5, Chapter -4
.
. Linda was very upset about the incident with Verna and said it wasn't fair.
I kept reminding her Verna had not met the requirements of the position and
failing fulfillment of the agreed upon contract, removed me from any obligation
to let her back. And besides, she probably enjoyed it. We did not see or hear
from Verna for quite a while.
. Linda had eased off the pool table fantasy until a movie came on television
about a girl being raped. This seemed to really turn her on, so she revived
the idea. I agreed to go through with it and made the appropriate
preparations. It seems the girl was raped at knife point and had her wrists
tied with a pair of stockings while the assailant wore a ski mask. To make it
as real as possible I purchased a Buck General 7" bowie knife and for safety
dulled the blade so there would be no possibility of cutting her. The search
for a ski mask was more extensive, since all I could find were ones that
itched. Finally I found one and made the arrangement for Monday night, the day
when the bar was closed. It cost me $500 to bribe the owner, but I thought it
was worth it.
. The Saturday before the planned rape we were assailed by friends of mine
from the office with tickets to the ballet, which to my way of thinking is the
second most boring thing after watching turtle races. Unfortunately it was a
reciprocal evening out, so we were socially obligated to go. I have completely
repressed what we saw on stage, partially due to the massive amounts of coffee
I had to drink to stay awake and partially because I can't stand the sight of
men in tights. Mercifully it was over and we left.
. We got to the sidewalk and decided to go to a jazz club in the Village to
clear my head. I needed to remove the hideous sounds that had seemed to take
root on my ears lest they remain permanently. Linda had driven in, so she
offered to get the car. I stayed with the other couple and made small talk.
. A few minutes passed and all of a sudden I had a thought. "Shit" I said,
as I ran down the block toward the garage. I rounded the corner and started
to where the car was when I heard a muffled scream from her. As I got there I
saw what was happening. The man, a black, 19 to 20 years old, 5'10", 155 lbs,
wearing jeans and a sweatshirt, had her against the car. He had a knife to her
throat and his hand over her mouth. Her blouse was torn and her breasts were
exposed.
. I told him to stop. He turned and held her in front of himself with the
knife to her throat, indicating in what he assumed to be understandable English
that he would cut her if I didn't remove myself from the garage. This prompted
a reflex action on my part, I drew the 45 firing three times. The first round
caught him in the right eye taking off about three quarters of his skull, while
the second and third rounds caught him in the right shoulder and just above the
adam's apple. The second two didn't matter, he was dead after the first.
. The impact forced him back about three feet and left Linda standing there
covered with blood and bone fragments. She froze, went into shock and then
became hysterical, yelling and screaming. I tried to calm her down, but a
policeman heard her and came in. I asked him to call an ambulance and the duty
Captain.
. The ambulance arrived in less than two minutes and the attendants sedated
her. By this time the officer had noticed the garbage in the corner. I told
him I would speak to the duty Captain and I was not leaving. He was not sure
what to do, so he waited.
. The Captain got there, I produced the correct permits for the weapon and
after a few minutes of preliminary investigation and a couple of phone calls,
he let me go to the hospital with Linda. She spent three days recovering from
the incident and I spent four days filling out reports. For some unknown
reason when you exterminate vermin there is an avalanche of paper to explain
it, but if the vermin gets away with his act there is a simple victim's report.
Something I could never understand.
. Oh yes, she never mentioned the pool table again and I did not bring it up.
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. 'Five Years' Copyright 1987 by The Lizzard
. Part - 5, Chapter -5
.
. We both recovered from the incident without much ado. She had been pretty
spooked about going anyplace alone for a while, but got over it rather well. I
was a little upset that I was forced to use a weapon from the jungles in a
civilized area. I had a reluctance to carry it for a while until I realized
what would have happened if I had not had it with me.
. Both of us withdrew into our own little shells and waited out the dispersal
of any guilt over the happening. I never learned the victim's name, only that
he had about 20 outstanding warrants for similar crimes and had killed two
women in that same garage over the previous six months. After the initial
paperwork, I was never asked to participate in any further legal actions. It
seemed that everybody was glad he was dead, everybody except me. At first I
blamed Linda for going down there alone, then I blamed myself for being so
stupid as to let her go and then it got back to blaming Linda for needing to
become aggressive and the driving thing to bring that about. Back and forth
it went for weeks, until I finally let it go. Funny, I had never thought about
anybody else I had killed, what made this street kid any different?
. Linda seemed to develop a real problem about being out of the apartment at
night. I understood and since it was the beginning of her last semester and I
was still attending for my Master's Degree, I arranged my schedule so I would
be able to drop her off and pick her up from classes. She felt better with me
around and I was reassured of her safety.
. On the semester break we decided to get away for a while. Up to Vermont to
an out of the way hotel for ten days of rest and relaxation.
. Problems began on the first night. After the six hour drive we were both
pretty tired, but that never stopped us before. Something very strange
happened ... Linda was afraid to make love in a strange setting. I told her it
was OK and she should get some sleep. She couldn't do that, for some reason
she was terrified to stay there. We left at 3:40am and drove back home. From
then on she would go nowhere if we could not get back home by bedtime. She
would not discuss it and was afraid to stay anywhere. I figured it would pass
and let it go.
. School was winding down and it had become obvious she was graduating in
June. Easter passed and it was the home stretch. It had become obvious that
Linda was not going to sleep anywhere away from home, so plans for a long
summer vacation had to be scrapped. I considered going without her, but
thought better of it.
. Graduation came and I gave her an 18k solid gold school ring. She wore it
on her right hand and the diamond on her left. Sometimes I would catch her
looking at her hand with the school ring, she was so thrilled with it and
treasured everything it meant. I was proud of her and let her know it.
. Our sessions in the Cave had picked up and were getting longer and longer.
After school ended it occupied most of our spare time and I was running out of
ideas. It seemed I had done everything possible with her that could be done,
until I got an idea ... fear, the final frontier. I knew she was afraid of a
few things, most of which could not be created without a lot of effort, things
like nuclear war, earthquakes, plane crashes, big fires and the like. These
were fears, however, I did not feel she should have to confront in order to
push her limits further. Somewhere I had heard if you look at a fear and
experience it, then it will no longer be a fear. Well the order of the
universe need not be disrupted for an evening's adventure and thought of one
thing I could experiment with. She was terrified of spiders. OK, that was it.
. I went to a local pet shop, purchased three large spiders and was assured
by the clerk they were not poisonous. I told him they were a gift for a 10 year
old nephew and I did not want the kid to croak. I brought them home in the
little box.
. That night I suspended Linda by her wrists and also her ankles, so she
really could not move. She was wearing her usual outfit, the spike heel boots,
stockings and leather garter belt. Nipple clamps had been left off for
tonight. After a little candle wax on her stomach and shoulders, I put her
hair in a ponytail and told her I had a surprise for her. I put the gag in her
mouth and petted her gently. I told her it would be all right and there was
nothing to worry about, I was about to free her from an old fear. I still
remember the look of complete trust she had as she gazed at me.
. I showed her the spiders and she started to flinch. She convulsed a bit
and then seemed to settle down a little. She stared at the little clear
plastic box and started to sweat. I could tell she did not like me putting the
blindfold on. I kept describing the little eight-legged creatures and finally
let one out on her soft skin. She flinched twice and then tensed all her
muscles in a last attempt to stop this. I released the other two and they
started to climb up from her thighs toward her love nest. They both stopped
just south of her lovely bush and stayed there, while the first one had gotten
to the space between her breasts.
. She was not responding, so I assumed one of two things had happened.
Either she could not feel them or she did not believe they were really there.
They were the largest spiders I could find, so I concluded she didn't believe
what was happening. When I asked her if she wanted the blindfold off, she did
not respond, but that changed when I removed it. The look in her eyes was
rather intense and she started shaking and really sweating. Yes, the spiders
were real. They walked over her for about twenty minutes more and then I felt I
had to remove them.
. I put them away and gently let her down. She clung to me with a strength
that belied her size. I removed the gag and she started to mumble "No more, no
more.....". I held her for several hours and was very gentle with her for the
rest of the night. After all, she had just had her first real experience with
terror and that can be a little un-nerving.
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