The Chauffeur 53 New Orleans
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They walked down the cobblestone streets of New Orleans, or Nawlyns, as localscalled their corner of the world, bodies touchin, linked together with sinuousarms tangled like old bedroom sheets. The French Quarter smells of old perfume,warm bodies and liquor hung thickly in the humid air, reminding the sensesof its erotic history. Sounds of New Orleans jazz and Southern blues floatout of each doorway, a woman cryin the blues about a man doin her wrong andbreakin her heart, achin for a touch and love. They peek in each doorway andwindow exploring the Quarter as they spent the night exploring each other.Tasting each other and finding secrets still unknown to lovers. They stoppedin an open doorway to listen to the warm sounds of a jazz clarinet. He pulledher to his body his strong arms holding her to him tightly, as their lips metin a hot lovers kiss, he pulled her to her tiptoes her short dress revealingshapely legs and a lace panties. An old black man passed them and whisperedaloud ?Amen son, give her some love,? as he clicked his tattered taps in aanimated soft shoe and shuffled on his way. They looked in each windowed shopmixed with tourist trinkets and the humid smells of incense and sweat. Sheblushed deeply at the sight of a wooden dildo, 6 foot tall outside an Eroticashop; he pulled on her arm to enter the shop with him. They entered the shopwith her a few steps behind him. She could barely look around at the harnesses,swings, and phallic ornaments un-useable with humans. Stocks and shackles.Whips and cat-o-nine tails with barbs on the tips. But it was the huge brightlycolored dildos that made her blush. He looked at all the items with relish.Showing her ones he particularly found exciting, watching her eyes; he knewhow to read her eyes. Her green eyes would open wide when she found somethingexciting, the notion of him using it on her raising her blood to a boil. Hepicked out a large vibrating dildo with a light on the tip. This made him chuckle.A butt plug made of ebony, which he could lock in place with chains aroundher waist. Several wax candles, red. The shop smelled of sex. Body oils andincense mixed with human sweat. Both foul and erotic at once. They left thedark shop, back on the cobblestone street, heat rising from worn shoes andghost of tourist who came here to visit their darkest fantasies, before returningto their vanilla lives. They walked hand in hand bodies touching along thebanks of the great Mississippi River, symbol of the South, Twain, Faulkner,and Riverboat gamblers. The smell of the river mixed with the heady fragranceof chicory coffee and powdered sugar Beignets of the Café du Monde teasedtheir taste buds and hungry stomachs.
The Café is filled with tourist eager to sample this fabled treat.Lovers, bodies bent together, fingertips and knees touching, sitting at thesmall tables on the fringes of the tourist's children. They found a small tableto enjoy the strong spicy coffee and French donuts. She took his powdered sugarfingers and sucked each one into her mouth licking and sucking them clean oneat a time. Making him squirm in his chair. The electricity of their eyes lockedtogether sparking fires only to be quenched by lover's lips. His fingers pushingpast the hem of her short dress touching the delicate damp lace pressed intothe outline of her sex. His thumb stroking the tender tip of her clit, sheopened her legs instinctively for him to access what was his property. He smiledinto her eyes. She could smell the scent of sex mixed with the coffee and hotgrease. She moaned as the orgasm he wanted from her escaped. He leaned closeto her ear and whispered. ?Good girl!? He placed his honey covered fingersto her lips again as she tasted the salty sweetness of her sex on them withher tongue.
They finished all of their treats. Brush the powdered sugar off their clothesand strolled back to the waters edge. The night was humid, the trees alongthe walk twinkled with soft white lights like fireflies over head. Her bodyburned for this man next to her, the humid air made her skin glow, passers-bycould see she burned for him; turning their heads to watch them walk past,envious of her desires for him. They walked back down the streets past thetiny storefronts turned jazz joints with voices of men and women achin theblues of wounded hearts and souls. Voices of Nawlyns ghosts cryin for attentionin the sultry night. Of women wanting men and men leaving women hurtin. Allthe souls of singers, musicians and dancers laid bare in song and rhythms.Wantin to be touched, stroked and needed in the brief hours before daylightturns a harsh light on peeling paint and old neon. Women, who in the twilightsglow, golden skin with ruby lips beckon men to their beds with fleshy promisesand whisky whispers. Men, who wake up at daybreak with old women with thinpale lips and crinkled skin. Make their getaway in the quiet time before coffeeboils. The stories painted on peeling walls of the French Quarter, historynot written in textbooks, of pain and love. Along the walks they left a partof their history of lovin, and wantin and needin. He pushed her back againstan alley wall lifted her dress above her hips and slip the lace aside and joinedhis flesh inside of her wetness, his thighs and hips pressing her body againstold bricks and mortar where others have left part of their lovin in the darkness.Her legs wrapped round his waist locking him inside of her needing him to explodeinside her hot wetness to give to her his being, his soul, making them one.He held her tightly feeling his need for her rising from his ankles to thetip of his hard throbbing cock. Pounding into her in the humid darkness ofthe alleyway where anyone who walked by could see them excited him making himwant her more. One or two more strokes of his cock inside her, he felt hisknees shake and tremble, he pressed his whole body against her, kissing herneck; finding her lips with his, till the trembling stopped and they couldbreath again. They left the alley behind leaving their history of love in thedarkness for the next coupling.
Back on the sidewalk with its dirt and grime, ghosts and history ground intofine talc beneath visitor's expensive shoes. They walked back to the Quarter.The wrought iron balconies and sweet pungent smell of jasmine and hibiscuswelcomed them. He spotted another shop catering to his taste in sex and love.He opened the door letting her enter before him. Slipping his arm around herwaist they started into the shop to look around. This was more of a clothingstore it seemed at first. At the far end of the store was what appeared tobe a stage. People of all varieties were gathered there watching the stage.They took a couple of empty seats. He pulled her close to him, never takinghis eyes off what was happening on the stage in front of them. A blonde womanof average build was shackled to a pole, naked. Her breast pressed to the pole,her legs spread with a spreader bar bent slightly over. A tight black latexcorset cinched her waist. Leaving her breasts free, she nether lips clampedopen with a chain running between her breasts and around her neck. A posturecollar around her neck forcing her chin upwards her lips parted. Her eyes werelined in kohl black liner and lips were wine red. Her nipples roughed the samecolor. Her body shined in the light fine oil covering her skin. Her hair posedon top of her head to allow the audience a perfect view of her tender backand intimate places. The stage darkened slowly, the room smelled of incenseand candles mixed with human breathing, sweat and sex. A short stout man steponto the stage, bare chested wearing tight black trousers. She almost laughedout loud had not everyone else been so serious. With a snap of his wrist anunseen lash snaked through the thick air cracking across her back, the womanscreamed in agony! Her knees buckled under her but her bindings held her inplace. Her voice thinly in the air whispered ?Thank You, Master? again thewhip cracked and again she screamed. She wanted to turn away from the woman'sagony, but her eyes were riveted to the red welts appearing on the woman'sback and somewhere in her soul there was a need. Her lover pulled her intohis lap without taking his eyes off of the scene unfolding before him; he pulledher short dress up around her hips holding her tightly against him. She knewher lover was a voyeur, she had preformed for him many times in the past, sometimesplanned, sometimes just to tease and entertain him when they were forced intovanilla gatherings. She felt his grasp tighten around her waist with each crackof the lash, the woman's back was furious red now, yet somehow she still managedto thank her Master each time. The lashing stopped; the man with whip was kissinghis sub petting her like a kitten, whispering into the sobbing woman's ear.The air in the small shop was thick with human breath, the musky smell of sexfloated just under the slow southern ceiling fan, losing its battle to circulatethe humid air. The Master and sub on stage were finishing their display. TheMaster was unshackling his sub helping her from the stage. The stage area grewdark.
Her lover pulled her closer in the semi-darkness his gentle fingers massagingher breasts tugging gently at her nipples, she leaned back against him, herhead on his shoulder. Taking a deep breath she could smell his scent. She hadfound how potent his scent was to her, keeping him in her memory even whenhe was not with her. She would smell his pillow, close her eyes rememberinghis caresses when he had left her for work. Sometimes she wore his shirt tosleep. To feel his scent wrapped around her, enveloping her total self, partof her surrender to him made her feel complete. He whispered in her ear. ?Youseemed to be enjoying the show on stage, I know you are wet from watching thatwoman be punished like that, do you want to try it?? his whispered question. ?Perhapsmy love, when we are alone. You know I prefer to be alone, rather than partof a crowd.? He simply kissed her temple. The spotlight on the stage returned;this time 2 women were onstage. One, a bit older was leading the younger woman.Both woman were clothed similar, leather corsets laced tightly around theirwaists, breast left bare, their pubic hair shaved smooth, with tiny silverchains down their bellies. The older woman wore tight silver and black collararound her neck, the younger woman a training collar. The scene now seemedclear. The younger woman was a new sub or slave the older probably first subor slave, here to help initiate the younger postulate. Watching the stage shecaught movement in the darkness, a large form just in the shadows, even indarkness his presence commanded attention and authority. Dominance seemed tohover around him. She shivered in the darkness thinking of that type of forebodingcontrol. Her lover rubbed her arms slightly as she relaxed. The older womanroughly pushed the younger woman to a low bench, calling her names, tellingher she needed to prove her worthiness to Master. Their black heels makingclickity clack sounds on the wooden stage as they moved about. The youngerwoman arms were stretched out in front of her and tied; her ankles cuffed intoplace spread far apart, her ass slightly raised. The older woman smiled asshe stroked the others buttocks with a golden oil, she let the oil run overher buttocks and down her legs. Along the crack of her very open ass workingit well into her slit, the younger woman moaned. Quickly the older woman smackedher ass firmly issuing a command not clearly heard, although the audience wasquiet, eyes riveted on the scene unfolding before them. The younger woman wassilenced. As she watched the scene on the stage she thought the bench was lowfor a man to use this slave comfortably either in her pussy or ass. Perhapsshe was just to be whipped or a crop used on her. But, then why the oil, whichappeared to be special; even away from the stage the aroma was pungent andstirred forgotten memories in her mind. While the younger slave was being preparedthe Master had not stirred in the shadows. Standing still but letting his beingcontrol His slaves on stage. As she finished her thought, He stepped forwardinto the light. The audience drew a common breath. He was a huge man 6'7? easily,defined musculature, strong muscled neck and face, evil black eyes. Again sheshivered in her lovers lap. He wore simple jeans and white tee shirt; He didnot need the trappings of leather to define who He was or what He was. He justwas. Dominate! There was no questioning His character on this or any stage.The first slave stepped forward, eyes and head lowered in submission, her willand body surrendering to His touch. He stroked her offered breasts twistingeach nipple lightly, lifting her chin and tenderly kissing her lips. Thesetwo had been Master and slave for a long time and you could feel the love andaffection between them, his evil black eyes softened as He looked at her wholeform with desire. His eyes turned cold as He looked at the woman shackled beforeHim. A crop appeared in His right hand as He struck her fiercely with the fob.She screamed in true pain. Sending ripples of pain through the audience aswell as the woman. He motioned to His first slave, she stepped to Him, He handedher the crop motioning toward the bound woman. The first slave struck her sisterwith hard quick slaps of the crop, one, two, three, four, and five. The womanhad stopped crying out and was sobbing, trying to understand what her lifewas to be now. A slave bound to a man for his personal use. She had submitted,surrendered to His will, her body, and her soul. This was a public declarationof their vows. The audience was in aw of the spectacle. The Master the slaves.His power and dominance reaching out into the audience, the dominants did notfeel so dominant and the subs and slaves wanted His control, as if the wholeroom leaned towards Him in the dark. Her lover shifted in his seat uncomfortablewith this Masters power. She turned kissing him deeply and whispered her loveto him. She asked him if he wanted to leave, he said no, we will stay. Shenodded snuggling back into his arms. The air in the room grew heavier, thick,like breathing water. And hot, the heat pressing down weighing everyone downinto their seats unable to leave. She was not unaffected by the Master on stagebut this man next to her had claimed her soul and heart, love and devotion.She did not want another. She could watch detached as if watching a demonstrationof vanilla sex. Something moving on the stage refocused her attention there.She tried peering into the darkened wings of the stage to glimpse what mightbe happening. Movement low and muffled, she stared harder. An o gawd moan slippedfrom between her lips as if drawn up from her very darkest soul. Her loverlooked at her. He saw her eyes; pupils dilated staring, her bottom lip quivering.He tried to make out what she was seeing but could not. ?Are you all right?? hewhispered to her, all she could do was nod yes.
He turned back to the stage the first slave was leading an enormous blackdog into the spotlight. Slaves, subs Master and Mistresses in the audienceknew what this new slave was about to endure to prove her surrender. Some wererevolted, some curious, some envious, all stayed in their seats. The dog waslead around for the new one to see, she cried out. ?Not this! No,? the torturedsoul begged and begged. The first slave knelt stroking her head, talking toher to calm her, everyone imagining what she was being told. The Master pacedback and forth; pop pop pop the crop smacked against His jeans. The first slavestood up looking toward the Master but not at Him. His voice thundered throughthe hot air, like a jet engine roaring to life. ?Does she accept her fate?? Thefirst slave answered, Yes Master, she does. ?It shall be done then.? Simplewords sealing the woman's choice.
The Master led the large animal to the woman tied. He released the leash.Stroked the animals large head and with a single hand movement commanded thedog. The animal turned to the woman sniffing the air, pacing, back and forthworking into a lusting wolf of a dog. His tongue tasting the golden liquidon the woman's buttocks and legs. Sniffing her up and down and finally tastingher most private and sensitive human places. ?AAAAAAAAAA? a cry so loud andguttural she no longer sounded human. She was not human. She was slave. Ownedby this Master, property to be used, as He desired from this day forward, untilshe died or He released her, which also meant death. After the slave criedout, she was gagged to prevent any outside interferences. The huge beast mountedthe woman, groaning and grunting animal sounds of lust. The woman struggling,even with the gag her objections could be heard. The moment of surrender cameover the slave suddenly as the beast took her, the lust could be seen in hereyes the animal in her being pulled to the surface and set free in this dark,hot, humid room with faceless strangers watching as the need for the beastand lust overtook her humanity and she became the animal, the thing, the object,the slave. Her fate was sealed. As the animal knotted and released she screamedagainst the gag but not in agony but desire. There was no longer a woman onstage but two animals coupling, faceless fucking for pure lust. Then it wasover. Done. The stage dark. Breathing began again in the audience. In the shadowof the stage the women was helped to her feet by her sister, hugged tightlyand covered. She was helped off stage. The Master watched proud of His slavesperformances. Applause started and soon the audience was on their feet payingtribute to this powerful Dominate. He nodded slightly acknowledging his status.
Everyone sat, again, unsure of what they had just witnessed. Slowly couplesstarted leaving the dark room, not wanting to look into the eyes of strangers.
They made their way out into the evening air, heavy with the fragrance ofnight blooming jasmine. Sweet, erotic smells. The neon and gaslight left asoft glow on the walkways. The heels of her sandals ticking off beats on thecobblestones. They walked in silence their arms tangled, their bodies touchingand swaying. He stopped her once in the darkness kissing her, without speakingthey walked back to the Hotel. As the hours ticked past inching towards dawnthe pain and suffering in the singers voices grew more plaintive more urgent.Beggin the man to stay or leave. Love. Loss. Love runnin down the gutters leavingbroken hearts behind like pebbles too heavy to wash away. Sadness in the airso thick it was hard to breathe. They made their way back to the room. An oldFrench Quarter hotel, lavish wall paper, narrow halls, French beds and washbowls.She lighted a single gaslight in the room, the pale glow from the lamp castdelicate shadows across the room. They could still hear the music floatingup from the streets below through open widows to cool the rooms. ?Lie down,babe? she kissed him as he sat on the edge of the smallish bed. He grabbedfor her pulling her on top of his body, showing her his desires for her werealready stirring. ?I will be right back, I promise,? teasing him as she squirmedout of his arms. Pulling her dress off as she entered the small bath. Leavinghim looking at her tanned legs trim hips and ass as she closed the door. Shedressed for him, to please and delight his senses. All of them. Sight, smell,taste, touch, and hearing. She slicked her short red hair back away from herface, accentuating her green eyes and dark lashes. Her lips copper. Her perfumeFrench and sweet. A black satin and lace corset laced tightly, black heelsshowing her red toenails. She rubbed sweet almond oil on her nipples and netherlips and just a touch on her skin to make it glow. She went to him like this,ready to pleasure him and serve him. He smiled as he took in all of her. Thecorset made her waist appear tiny, pushing her breasts upwards and archingher back. The heels showed off her trim legs, muscled from dancing. He couldsmell her perfume. Hers alone. He would recognize it now anywhere he went andshe would be in his mind. He reached out for her longing to take her into hisarms. Ravage her, make love to her, give her delightful pain mixed with eroticpleasures. She slipped from his grasped. Pulling him to the comfortable Clubchair in their room, pushing him into the seat. He smiled knowing what wascoming next for him. She would dance for Him, on Him giving herself to Him.She could already feel the music coming from the clubs below them. She heardmusic in her soul, her every movement was to a note, and a beat she only couldhear. She closed her eyes letting the music wrap around her consume her, tillher body started to move. Her hips swaying, her arms flowing, her fingers poisedin a delicate stance of a well-trained dancer. She moved sensually, slowly,her hips and legs feeling each beat, each octave of the music. The pain ofthe blues, she felt in her belly. Her shoulders moving in small circles withher hips. Telling a story with her movements. She stood close to Him lettingher legs brush against His. Her fingers touched His chin, His neck, His chest.She turned her back to Him, letting her hips sway, her ass rocking back andforth bare in front of Him close to Him. Circling, rocking back and forth herlegs lowering her to almost touch His sex. Brushing against the thin fabricof her G-string. She heard Him moan, this only encouraged her movements makingher bolder, her hips gyrating in a slow sultry manner of the music. Up anddown each movement closer to His cock but still not touching. Bending overletting her fingers touch the backs of her legs and up across her buttocks.He was trying to touch her, she moved away again, just out of reach. FacingHim she began again, walking towards Him, dancing. Her legs lowering her toface Him, bending to let Him view her décolleté. Her breasts,forced up and outwards in the tight corset. She kneeled in the chair, her legsstraddling Him. She pressed her body against His, you could hear the sizzleof heated skin touching. She slid down, letting her body rubbing on His, frictionincreasing their heat. Bodies ready to burst into flames, passion drippingfrom fingertips and lips smoldering, not enough moisture to put out the fire.With each touch, each stroke another fire set, spreading along their bodieslike a Texas wildfire in August. He wanted this woman! All of her, her body,her heart but more He wanted her soul. All that made her alive, He wanted.They had come to New Orleans to explore the city and each other, now; He hadfound what He was searching for, this woman. All this time, searching now Hewas holding her. He took hold of her hair pulling her lips to His, in a breathtelling her she was His love, His heart.
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