© Copyright 2013 - Edyta Zaborowska - Used by permission
Storycodes: F/m; D/s; latex; corset; bond; bfold; cuffs; bdsm; crop; femdom; fantasy; cons; X
This is part of my autobiographical novel “Fly with me, my Black Swan – Fascination of Latex and BDSM”. This novel was published in July 2013 and is available now.
The book embraces the twelve months of my life from 2007 to 2008 when I discovered the world of BDSM and latex. After taking the plunge into this bizarre life, my whole world was rocked and I changed completely. Not only was my sexual life altered totally, but my normal life also changed from a shy and timid woman into a confident lady. At this time I also discovered my bisexuality.
Chatpter 1: The long shadows of the past
It was impossible for Henry to speak a single word. Eva had tied the mouth gag too tightly. His hands and feet were firmly tied to the bedposts and he didn't really know how long he'd been lying helpless on the bed. At least he could see something again, because she had removed the blindfold from his eyes. Slowly he recognized the dim light of many candles in the bedroom but it took a while before he saw clearly.
His heart began to race and he couldn't believe his eyes as he began to recognize everything again. Eva had used the time to put on a black latex outfit that hugged her wonderful body tightly. The smooth surface of the material reflected the many flickering candles. His most secret dreams had come true.
Eva was standing in front of the bed and silently gave him the opportunity to look at her. While he was blindfolded, she had used the time to put on make-up. Her eyes were dark and further drawn out, she had highlighted the eyelids with an eye shadow. The red lipstick and lip liner emphasized the delicate curves of her lips. His Eva was now a completely different person. She was his wife, his lover and now his dominatrix. She looked as wonderful as she did aloof, a true goddess, staying aloof from it all. He was no longer able to think clearly, his feelings for Eva and the arousal he felt were overwhelming.
She picked up a riding crop and squeezed the tip under his chin.
"Good evening, my little pony! Have you been naughty again playing with your little noodle?"
Eva asked mockingly.
She looked silently at him for a while. Her cool expression and her unapproachable demeanour told him that she was serious.
"Tell me the truth! You know that my sharp eyes miss nothing!"
She spoke quietly, almost gently.
Henry shook his head sheepishly, the mouth gag made it impossible for him to utter a word.
She laughed and her voice was louder.
"You're not telling the truth, are you? You're lying again! You'll never learn, will you? Do you really think I don’t know my little slave inside out?"
She stroked the tip of the riding crop from his chin down to his cheek, gave him a light tap and shook her head.
"It’s always the same with you. As soon as I turn my back, you start to play with your little cock!"
Eva went to the window. The high heels of her black patent boots made a quiet sound on the carpet. She turned her back on him and looked silently out the window into the dark night. Henry could now admire his dominatrix in her full splendor.
The black latex skirt stretched like a second skin on her well formed butt. He could just make out the lace of her garterless stockings under the short skirt. The black tight laced latex corset gave her a really narrow waist and she had pulled up the long black latex gloves almost to her shoulders. She held the riding crop in her hand and slapped it slightly against the heel of her right boot. He knew he mustn’t make any more mistakes, because she was obviously impatient with him now.
She looked out of the window and spoke without looking at him. She brushed her long chestnut hair behind her ear.
"I want to ride you today and I need a real stallion. I can’t use you when you’ve been playing all the time with your little cock. And so that you can’t do it anymore, I've come up with a new idea. In future, I’ll tie you up like this the whole day before!"
She turned back to him.
"But today's violation of my instructions will result in physical punishment with my riding crop! I promise you, after the corporal punishment we’ll both feel better. Believe me, I have experience!"
She held the riding crop with both hands in front of her and bent it a little, as if to test its resilience. Then she lowered the blinds of the window.
"It’s better for you! No one can watch us when I teach you better manners. I’m going to break you away from the shackles and then you’ll kneel on the floor! So my whip can talk for me!"
She undid the cuffs and he did what he was told. He knelt before her and looked at her thigh-high boots.
"Good, stay in this position now!" she said and placed herself behind him.
"You can't believe how much I've looked forward to this moment. After this you’ll be a docile and trained stallion and it will be a pleasure for you to serve your mistress. Enough talk now! You are boring me! You keep quiet and I ...”
The "I" suddenly extended unnaturally long.
"... iiiiiiii!" The sound was distorted more and more and then there was a dull thud, followed by a long silence.
Slowly the candlelight filled bedroom changed into a sober office on the fourth floor of an office block and the big bedroom mirror changed into the mirrored front of an insurance building on the other side of the road. Down on the street, a black Mercedes had crashed into a small car despite putting on its brakes. Two people shouted loudly at each other, waving and gesticulating with their arms and hands. One of them, apparently the driver of the black Mercedes, pressed a handkerchief to his bleeding nose.
Henry was suddenly brought down to earth. Just another dream, he thought absently, pressing his forehead against the window of his office. He thought of Eva and looked over at the city park, where the leaves were almost completely fallen from the trees. He also felt a hard erection in his pants.
"Autumn “ he said quietly
The oaks were bare of leaves, the branches of the trees in the park looked like pleading men, stretching their raised arms to the sky, skeletal trees, their branches ending in bony hands, their roots going deep down into graves. In six months time he would be able to see the green of the young foliage again. From the office, even through the bare branches, he could see the oval pond and the white balustrade on the shore. Every summer, the pond was full of water lilies, gorgeous white and pink blossoms, he thought wistfully. Two swans had quietly tread the water all summer long. Now it was hard to see any trace of them. The swans and the water lilies were gone. The green of the lily pads had turned into a muddy gray-brown. They would soon die off entirely. Soon enough, the winter will come and the snow will lay like a white sheet over everything. It is almost like dying, he thought. But the fall was more than just a time of leaf fall and a cold forerunner of the early winter. Fall was a time of maturity in nature, verging on decline, he mused. Had he reached maturity? He was forty-seven years old; in three years he would be fifty. The magic number! Is everything downhill after that? Would his personal winter begin then?
Henry squinted and stared at the pond in the pale light of the autumn sun among the old trees. What could he expect from the future? His thoughts drifted back to his past. His life had not been too exciting so far, he thought. Maybe he had just always been too cautious and too quiet. Certainly he was not the most sociable person, but among friends he was still always welcome. Even today he was told he had a certain charisma . But what had it brought him, this reputed attraction to the female sex? He thought of his brief marriage that had held for only two years. After that he had a couple of affairs and a big disappointment with Claudia. Not very much, he thought.
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