Interview with a Master (16 page)

Leticia stared at me and nodded slowly. “I know the difference,” she said, sounding defensive. “But
you’re Jonah Noble. You’re larger than life. You can’t expect people to believe your story is ordinary. It’s not – and neither are you.”

The irony. I was warning
Leticia about the realities of BDSM, and she was defending me against my own criticism.

“When you strip all the props, the imagery, the erotica and the mystery away, BDSM is about two people, trying to discover what makes them happy in life – what gives them a sense of belonging and completion. The rest is just tinsel on the tree. It’s all decoration.”

Leticia looked shocked. “You sound very cynical.”

“I’m not trying to be,” I said sincerely. “I just know from experience that expectations are har
d to live up to.”

“What happened that following Friday night with Sherry?” Leticia asked, changing the subject with all the subtlety of a wrecking ball.

I shrugged. I had tried.

“She brought her room
mate along for the evening,” I said.

“Huh?” Leticia wasn’t paying attention. She was digging into her handbag for her notebook and a pen.

“I said she brought her roommate along. They were both standing at the door waiting for me when I went back to the office after dinner.”

Leticia’
s head snapped round. “The roommate was there? Holy shit! Did you know that was going to happen?”

“I did. Sherry spoke to me during the week.
She said she had told her roommate all about us. She said her friend wanted to know if she could come along and watch.”

“And you said yes.”

I nodded.

“Why?”

“Why not?” I shrugged.

“What happened?”

I started to pace around the bench, but it wasn’t working for me. Strangely, not being hemmed in by walls made my pacing redundant. So I stood with my hands in my pockets and stared up at the treetops as my mind was drawn back to that night all those years earlier.

“The room
mate’s name was Denella. She was the physical opposite of Sherry. She was a tall girl with long brown hair. But where Sherry’s body was slim and almost child-like, Denella had a much different figure. She was eight inches taller than Sherry, with large heavy breasts and wide womanly hips.

“I had never met her. She was nervous. I walked straight up to her and kissed her fiercely, and at the same time I cupped one of her breasts
possessively in my hand. Denella went rigid with shock for about five seconds, and then suddenly the tension went from her body. Her lips parted for me, and I slid my tongue into her mouth. I reached inside her blouse and lifted one breast from within the cup of her bra. Her nipple was hard, and her breasts had weight and substance to them. The skin was incredibly soft, and I massaged and kneaded the warm flesh until I heard her give a little gasp of pleasure.”

“What was Sherry doing?”

“Watching,” I said. “The day before Denella arrived I had asked Sherry if they were lovers. She said they weren’t. She said they had talked about the idea of having sex together, but had decided not to take the chance on risking their friendship.”

“Did you believe Sherry?”

“Yes,” I said. “And I think if they had been lovers Sherry would have joined in when I was standing kissing her roommate. It was the perfect opportunity for the whole session to become some crazy threesome – but Sherry simply stood back and watched me take Denella like it was my right.”

“What happened next?”

“I took the girls to my office. I unbuttoned Denella’s blouse and unfastened her bra. Then I lifted her skirt. She had wide hips, so I hoisted it as high as I could and told her to spread her legs. She didn’t say a word. She simply did as I told her. She was wearing white lace panties. I stared her in the eye, fixing her with my gaze, and then I rubbed her pussy through her panties.”

“Just like that?”

I nodded.

“And you had never met this woman before in your life?”

I shook my head.

“And she let you undress her and… and arouse her – without saying a word?”

“That’s right,” I said. “But she was Sherry’s roommate. No doubt Sherry had told her what to expect, and what she might need to do if she wanted to join in for the night. It’s not like she was a complete stranger off the street, and it’s not like she didn’t know what was going to happen that night.”

Leticia looked at me like maybe I had super powers, and then shook her head in bewilderment. She wrote something down into the margin of her notebook and then underlined it several times with big heavy lines. She looked up at me expectantly. “Well you can’t stop now! What happened with
Denella?”

“I told her to take off her skirt and blouse, and then I turned and ordered Sherry to undress.
Denella wriggled out of her clothes but left her panties on. She was trembling – not scared, just excited. I stood close to her and rubbed her mound again through her panties. ‘Tell me why you’re here tonight,’ I asked her. She said she wanted to watch. I told her to call me sir. She said Sherry had told her some of the ways I had used her, and she wanted to watch. Then she added, ‘sir’.

“I stepped back. Sherry was naked. I ordered her onto her knees, and then told her to take
Denella’s panties off – with her teeth.”

Leticia looked up from her notebook, then back down again. Her hand raced across the page.

“Do you want me to slow down?”

Leticia shook her head. Didn’t say anything. She was frowning as she wrote, maybe trying to get it all down on paper and keep the words assembled in her head. I
tried pacing again, but it just felt stupid. I went back to staring at the trees.

“Sherry crawled across to
Denella, and the two girls started giggling. I slapped Sherry’s perfect little ass, and the laughter stopped. She got her teeth on the waistband of Denella’s panties and began to tug them down.”

“What did
Denella do?”

“She stood there.”

“What did you do?”

“I sat back in the chair and watched. Sherry struggled for a couple of minutes and
Denella turned bright red with embarrassment, and maybe a little arousal. Finally she was able to step out of her panties, and Sherry sat back on her haunches, a little breathless.”

“Was
Sherry aroused?”

“I think so. The two girls had discussed having sex together, so there was some physical attraction between them. That’s why I ordered Sherry to take
Denella’s panties of with her teeth. I wanted to test that attraction and see how Sherry reacted. I think, in different circumstances, they could easily have gotten into each other.”

“But you didn’t make that happen?”

“No,” I said. “Denella told me she wanted to watch. So that was the experience I set about creating. I got out of the chair and told Denella to finger-fuck herself. She looked at me, and suddenly she wasn’t giggling any more. Suddenly it all became very sexual and serious. She slid her hand down to her pussy, and I think the fact that Sherry was watching with wide excited eyes made it more difficult than if it had just been Denella and me in the room. She closed her eyes and began to rub her clit. When I had seen enough, I ordered her to stop.”

“Seen enough?”

I nodded. “She was right handed. She used her fingers to tease herself. When I saw that, I told her to sit in my chair and play with herself while she watched me fuck Sherry. Then I told her the one condition.”

Leticia looked up suddenly. “Which was…?”

“I told her she could only use her left hand.”

Leticia stared at me for a moment with narrowed sly eyes. “That was cruel.”

I nodded. “Very,” I admitted. “In fact it’s the kind of exquisite little exercise in BDSM and frustration that any woman can experiment with on her own in her own home.”

Leticia paused. Her hand hovered above the page. She glanced up at me, maybe sensing that to ask a question
now would divert me from retelling the encounter with Sherry and Denella – but she was curious. She couldn’t help herself.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that if a woman wanted a tame little insight into the lifestyle, she could always find a leather belt and fasten the hand they masturbate with to the headboard of their bed. Then they can try to pleasure themselves with their other hand.”

“What would that do?”

“Just give a tiny little glimpse into some of the emotions they might feel and sensations they might experience if they were involved in a very gentle BDSM scene,” I said. “Being bound and restrained is a turn on for a lot of women, and so is the feel of leather against their skin. Having their wrist bound above their head on the bed means they can get the sensation of being restrained, and at the same time the frustration of being aroused and wanting to orgasm – but not quite being able to reach the places they want in the way they are comfortable with.” I shrugged.

Leticia didn’t write any of that down, but she listened attentively and her expression became thoughtful. I had the feeling she was visualizing the idea, but she asked no more questions and I went back to that night with Sherry and
Denella.

“
Denella started to rub and finger her pussy,” I said. “I bent Sherry over the edge of the desk and told her to spread her legs. I wanted to be sure Denella got the full sense of the experience. Dragging Sherry away to the far side of my office would make the whole incident too detached. I wanted it to be in Denella’s face.”

Leticia
put her hand up suddenly like she was in school, and wanted the teacher’s attention.

“You were still dressed?”

“Yes,” I said. I suppressed the little flare of annoyance at being interrupted. “I waited until Sherry was leaning over the edge of the desk. She had her head lowered, but I could tell she was watching Denella pleasure herself. The two women were just a couple of feet apart. If Sherry had wanted to, she could have leaned across the desk and suckled one of Denella’s nipples into her mouth. They were that close.

“
I unfastened my belt, making sure Sherry heard the buckle being slipped and the zipper of my pants. It was part of the anticipation. Sex is a sensory thing for women. Sounds and scents are just as important as the other senses. For men it’s all visual, but women are more complex. I wanted Sherry to know that I was undressing. I wanted her to imagine me standing behind her, and think about how exposed and open and vulnerable she was to me. I wanted to feel like she was at my mercy before I even laid a hand on her.

“I wrapped my hand around the buckle of the belt and used the soft end like a strap across Sherry’s ass. The leather made a loud
‘crack’
as it flicked across the firm pale flesh of her bottom. Sherry flinched and then I heard her gasp softly with arousal. I asked her if she wanted more, and she lowered her face to the tabletop and thrust out her butt in silent answer. I took the belt to her again, this time leaving a soft red line across her flesh.”

“Were you punishing her?” Leticia asked.

“No, of course not,” I said irritably. “I wasn’t even trying to hurt her.” I paused and took a deep breath. A young couple were spreading out a blanket on the grass nearby. I watched them for a moment.

“Leticia, just because I was using a belt on Sherry’s ass, doesn’t automatically mean I’m punishing or trying to hurt. Feeling the sting of a leather strap – if done correctly – can be a completely erotic sensation. Whips and belts and riding crops aren’t just brutal ways to inflict pain. They should be props to heighten a
submissive’s arousal. That’s what I was doing with Sherry. It’s the difference between a sexy spanking and a beating. This was sexy spanking – with a leather belt. That’s all.”

Leticia nodded. “I get it,” she said softly.

I had lost my train of thought. That happens when I’m interrupted. I stood moodily brooding for a few moments. The young couple had brought a picnic basket of food. The guy stretched out on his back and stared up at the sun while the woman set about unpacking the basket.

“My coc
k was hard,” I said at last, and Leticia bowed her head back over the notebook. “I locked my hands around Sherry’s hips to hold her still and she sucked in a short ragged breath of anticipation. Then I slid myself inside her, and there was a sudden rush of damp arousal as her excitement that had been welling between her thighs suddenly flowed over.

“I pushed myself deeply inside Sherry. It wasn’t romance. It was sex. I wanted her to feel as though she was being dominated, that she was surrendering herself to me and that I was taking her – not making love to her. She grunted and groaned with every thrust of my cock, and the sounds of our bodies slamming together became louder. Sherry’s fingers clawed desperately for the edge of the desk to support
herself. She began to whimper and then push back with her hips to anticipate my next lunge. I leaned over her back and grabbed a fistful of her hair. I tugged, and she arched her back. She hissed in husky excitement.

“I still had the belt. I wrapped it around
Sherry’s throat and slipped the tail of leather through the buckle so it was hanging like a loose collar around her neck. The leather swished across the tabletop like a cat’s tail as I pulled Sherry back onto my cock and began to thrust faster.