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A Life With Ariel
The limousines pulled up to the large gated home at exactly the proper time.Soon, the guests, five men and five women, were filing in through the doorand taking note of the immaculate and well-furnished interior.
The greetings were cheerful amongst the old friends. They had not seen eachother in nearly five years and they were all grateful that their host and seenfit to invite them all at the same time.
"How the Hell are you guys?" Paul asked them. And then, one byone, he embraced them all in a warm hug.
"Jimmy, Rog, Terrance, Billy, Johnny, I want you all to come on in andmake yourselves at home." He motioned up the stairwell, pointing. "Yourrooms are upstairs, you can't miss them. I took the time to put name tags onthe doors and to accommodate the rooms for your own special interests." hesaid.
"Anyhow, I want you all to go on upstairs and get ready for dinner." hecontinued on. "My girl has cooked an incredible dinner and should be readyto serve it in about thirty minutes. So, come on down, bring your slaves orleave them, and let's have some fun."
All were smiling ear to ear, chatting amongst themselves as they ascendedthe stairwell. As for their host, he was so excited at seeing his friends thathe could hardly contain himself.
Ariel was bringing dinner to the table as the guests, slaves following behindthem, began filing downstairs. As each of them saw her they gasped.
She was naked and stood a mere five feet four inches tall. Her black hairhung clear to her waist and her largish breasts heaved with her graceful dancer-likemovements. And though she was barefoot, she moved on the tips of her toes asif a ballerina. Her shapely legs, smooth and muscular, seemed almost too longfor a woman of her height.
Despite her obvious physical beauty, the most interesting and seductive aspectof her was the stripes that crossed her body as if she were a tiger. In fact,virtually every aspect of her body was tinged with the subtle tiger stripes.Her ears, too, appeared to be shaped and marked as a tigers might be. And whenthe light caught her face just right, the subtle markings were apparent.
None could take their eyes of off her, despite the fact that they all hadbrought their own slaves, all of them sleek and lovely. And they watched herevery movement, stunned and awed at the creature that belonged to their friend.
As they took their seats, slaves kneeling beside them, their host made hisentrance. He greeted them all warmly, re-acquainting himself with each of themand bidding them each to tell their stories over the last several years.
As the night wore on they laughed and chided each other, each sharing theirlife stories with one another. But, through it all, each was awaiting the momentwhen Paul would tell his story and how he came to possess the beautiful creaturethat knelt, lovingly, next to him.
"It's too long!" he told them, proudly embarrassed at their complimentsof his prize. "You guys don't want to know the entire story about us.It would take all damned night."
Still, they harangued him; "Come on Pauly!" hollered one of the guests.And soon, despite his protests and with the wine beginning to set in, theybegan their chant "Pauly! Pauly!"
Finally, he relented. "All right, all right!" he said, laughing. "I'lltell you. But, I am warning you...this will take all night!"
Roger spoke up, yelling "Yeah, and don't leave out any of the importantdetails out!" And then they all chimed in with chants affirming theirwant for the tawdry and graphic details.
"I swear, you guys, this is like a damned frat party. When will youmiddle-aged sons-of bitches grow up?" hollered Paul, laughing and enjoyingthe old camaraderie of the group.
The chants of "Pauly! Pauly!" began anew, abating only when hehunkered down on his couch to tell the story of how he began his life withAriel.
* * * * *
I met her about 1986, down on the Sunset Strip. At the time I was in my thirdyear of business school and we were out for Spring break. I was taking fulladvantage of my time off and spending my time out and about until the wee hoursof the morning.
I was dressed in my usual get up, black jeans, black boots, black glovesand a long black riding coat. It wasn't just an affectation, as it is for most,and I wasn't some "hesher" or "goth" type. I was a biker.
I was sitting in a small cafe when I met her. She caught my eye as soon asshe entered. She was wearing a short coat and a casually tight blouse thataccented her breasts. Her black skirt ended mid-thigh and showed off her longdancers legs.
She was not tall, though her slim athletic build, combined with her highheels, gave her the appearance of being much taller. She had a soft face, Asianappearing, though not entirely so. Her hair was shoulder length and Stygianblack. Her incredibly slim waist led to rolling hips and then to those wonderfullegs, which were accented by even more shapely calves.
After taking note of her, I decided that it was about time to leave the cafe.As fate would have it, she saw me and, apparently, liked what she saw. For,as I was about to gather myself, she approached my table, sat down and struckup a conversation.
We had quite a lengthy conversation, during which I discovered the truthto her amazing genetics; She was half Chinese and half Swedish. Very soon,we were exchanging numbers and making plans to go out the following week. However,as she made to leave, she noticed that her friends had already left, forgettingher.
Being the gentleman that I am, I offered her a ride. A few minutes later,we were on my motorcycle, heading for her home in the Hollywood hills.
Upon arrival to her home, I discovered that she was quite well to do. Itseems that her parents had left her a tidy sum of money at their passing. Shewas the wealthiest eighteen-year-old person that knew and she was very interestedin what I had to offer. So, what was I to do when she invited me inside? Ofcourse, I came inside.
I entered her home to find that it was as large inside as it had looked fromthe outside. She offered me a seat on her sofa and was off to the kitchen,offering several different drink options. I opted for my staple drink - ginand tonic with a twist.
As the night progressed, we found that we had many mutual interests. Music,art and politics and a mutual distaste for religion were among many of thetopics discussed. On top of it all, we enjoyed each other's humor and had avery strong mutual attraction.
Almost before I knew what was happening, we were locked in an embrace orpowerful proportions. Our lips sought out each other's and we were soon lockedin a deep, wet kiss. Immediately, I found that we were hungrier for each otherthan I had thought. We were rough and violent, rolling from the sofa to thefloor and then across it.
My hands found their way down her body to push under her skirt, even as hernails dug into my chest and our mouths and tongues sought the taste of theothers sweat.
Everything was a blur, the room spinning about as we rolled and tossed eachother across the floor. Her hair was all over me, draping across my face andthen my chest. Somehow, we were naked and in freefall, two eagles engaged ina fierce mating ritual. And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it was over.
An hour or so later, as I began to dress, I cringed, my back and chest burning.Looking down, I noticed that my chest had been raked with her fingernails.After further inspection, I found that my back had suffered from similar wounds.
Wondering how I could have missed her raking fingernails, I looked to thewoman who was responsible for the pain that I was now suffering. She was lyingnaked on the floor, amidst a mess of fallen chairs and other odds and ends,marred with similar signs of our struggle for pleasure.
After a short moment of amazement at what we had wrought, I continued todress myself. She was still naked when we stood in her doorway saying our goodnightsand embracing in a farewell kiss.
As it turned out, it was to be our most "normal" night together.For, as our relationship progressed, things became a bit "different".And I experienced more new and pleasurable things with her, than I would withany other woman that I would ever encounter.
Understand that, at the time, I had only been with about two women. I wasnot the outgoing type of guy who picks up women and randomly has sex with them.I was more interested in my studies and my motorcycle and had little time forwomen. So, it was quite an invigorating experience for me.
My motorcycle growled to life at the push of a button and I pulled away,thoughts of her still filling my head. To say that I was enamored with herwould be an understatement.
The next day, I received a call from Ariel while I was at work. She was callingto thank me for taking her home that previous night. The next thing I knew,we had a date for the following Friday night.
Later that night, as I lay in bed, I masturbated, jerking myself to the memoryof the previous night. Truth be told, I didn't really remember much about it,which I found strange. In fact, the only real remembrance of our sexual encounterwas the intense passion and that my orgasm had been more powerful than I hadever had previously.
For the most of the rest of the week I chased the dragon, hoping to bringmyself as powerful an orgasm as I had encountered with her. By Thursday, Irealized would never be able to do so. Without that passion and heat that Ihad experienced with Ariel, I realized that I would never achieve an orgasmthat powerful.
By the time Friday arrived, I was ready to bust. The mere thought of hertouching me brought my cock to life and I began to wonder if I should possiblyrelieve myself. I was more than fearful of the anticipation I was feeling bringingthe night to an early and embarrassing end. So, before I left to pick her up,I relieved myself of my terrible urge. Still, I was afraid of my anticipation.
Upon my arrival to her home, she invited me in. Then she informed me thatwe did not need to go out as she had decided to show off her culinary skills.It was not disappointing and I had rarely enjoyed food so good as what sheprepared that night.
Again, that night, we found ourselves naked and in each other's arms, flailingacross her spacious living room. Unlike our first encounter, however, she headedoff our impending battle and led me into her room.
Her bed was huge and the frame antiquated and solid of frame. There weresmall holes in the large headboard and footboard of the bed. It actually appearedas if it were a giant baby bed except that there were no sides.
She slid into bed, on top of the comforter and reached out her hand to me.For the first time, I saw her naked body in its entirety. How I had not seenit before seemed a mystery to me.
For a long moment, I stood still. I was admiring her body. The fall of herhair across her breasts and the soft curve and shape of her body struck mein a manner that I had not known before. I could not concentrate on one bodypart or another as I had other women. Instead, I felt compelled to take herin whole, as if she were a piece of living art.
Again, she beckoned to me, as if I were a beast; dumb and slow of wit. And,as if I were, in fact, some beast, I came to her, wrapping myself in her aura.
We fell to the bed, embraced in a passion filled kiss. Our hands found eachother's, clutching each other as if in a death grip. Then, I pulled back fromour kiss to stare into her green eyes.
My cock found entrance to her sex and her long legs wrapped around me. Forlong and long we did not move; instead, we stared into each other, my cockhard and unyielding inside of her.
Her sex, wet and warm, enveloped me, squeezed me tightly. And then, I feltit building inside of me. I tried to hold it back but she would not allow it.Suddenly, I filled her with my juices. Exploding, I screamed out, still unableto move, her powerful legs holding me to her. And then, I collapsed on herbody, our hands still tightly clasped.
Hours later, we awoke. She was in my arms and I in hers. I felt myself beginto harden almost immediately. She stirred as my cock stiffened, grinning atme as she felt it begin its ascent to full hardness.
It was then that I found the reason for the holes in her bed. Moments afterI began to initiate lovemaking she stopped me and told me the secret of herhead and footboards. They were stocks. And she wanted me to use them on her.
I was a bit shocked, never having experienced any sort of bondage or wantfor it. Still, I was aroused by her request and found myself looking forwardto the experience.
In short order, her wrists had been imprisoned in the holes near the mattressand her ankles were, likewise, imprisoned in the holes over her wrists. Inshort, she was doubled over, her ass up in the air.
It was then that it dawned on me that she was entirely helpless. The stockshad been locked down so that she could not hope to escape without my aid. Too,she could not stop me from doing anything at all and that, had I been somesort of deviant, I could abuse her in horrifying ways. And then, I realizedthat my thoughts had further aroused me.
Standing over her, I looked down at her helplessness, my cock hard and dripping.She looked up to me, smiling and telling me that I was hers to take in anymanner that I wished, no matter how terrible.
Suddenly, I knew myself! I had not before. But now, standing over her, mypower from the moment flooded me with excitement and I felt myself filled withideas that I had only heard of or read in pornographic media but had alwaysthought ridiculous wishing on the part of the author.
"One request." I heard her say. "Pain and suffering."
I jumped at her words, my hands moving as if of their own volition. I wasspanking her ass and thighs. Then I was leaning down over her, pinching andpulling her nipples, my cock dripping in anticipation of what was to come.
Her moans and screams drove me on as my cock found her pussy and I beganfucking her hard and rough. But I was not satisfied. I wanted to fulfill herrequest, to give her pain and to make her suffer.
I had never felt such passion as I felt at that moment. My need to granther wish of pain and suffering was strange to me. Still, I did not fight it.
Almost without thought, I pulled out of her pussy and began pushing intoher ass. She was nearly dry but my cock was covered in our own mix of juices.I slid into her ass, never guessing or caring at the pain I was causing herand reveling in her cries for mercy.
And then I was pounding into her ass, my hands spreading her ass wide, myeyes hypnotized by the expression of pain on her face. She was screaming atme, begging me to stop. I kept on, filled with the power of her suffering throughthe assault.
And then, as I had earlier, I felt my orgasm build. I wanted to slow it orto stop my thrusts. I wanted to prolong my pleasure and to make her suffermore. But, I was not in control. I jerked spasmodically, shooting cum intoher ass, groaning and shouting words in strange tongues.
I must have released her, though I never remembered doing so. But, she wasnow in my arms; her back to mine, crying and thanking me for making her suffer.
For long and long we lay, talking. She told me that had been her first experiencewith anal sex. She had always wanted to explore it before but had never beenable to vocalize it. Neither had she managed to entice her former lovers intotaking her ass.
And after further conversation, she admitted to me that it had been the mostpainful experience that she had ever suffered through and that she wanted more.
As for me, I had never had such an experience before. Quite honestly, I hadalways thought of ass fucking and bondage as a homosexual act. I will say that,at that moment, I was entirely confused as to what and who I was. At the moment,however, I don't think I cared. And slowly, our conversation drifted into silenceand then to sleep.
The sun shone through the lace curtains of her room. It was early morning.We had not moved the entire night, sleeping the entire night as if puzzle piecesfit together.
We both took our turns using the bathroom. And when she left the bed I gotmy first real glimpse of her round bottom and well-muscled back. How anyonecould have such a marvelously proportioned body was beyond my imagining. HowI could end up in bed with her was an even bigger mystery to me.
She came back into the room and bounded onto the bed. She stood over me,her legs on either side of my waist. It was then that I noticed that her sexwas bereft of hair. Oddly, I had never been attracted to that part of a woman.I had heard other men speaking of that part of a woman as if it was attractive,but I never found it so. Still, I couldn't help but stare at the lovely cleftthat was exposed above me.
My daze was broken when she asked if I enjoyed taking her so roughly. I affirmedthat I had enjoyed it more than I had enjoyed anything that I had ever done.
She smiled and started crying. She had been fearful that her needs and herabrupt and energetic passion would chase me from her. Her past lovers, it becameapparent, had not found her needs so easy to accept. They found her aggressionand wants for kink to be off-putting. Worse yet, she had been told that herwant for anal sex was immoral and unnatural.
Naturally, I assured her that I had no such troubles with her aggressionor her kinks. True, it did seem odd to me, but not immoral or unnatural.
After a long moment of silence, I pushed her from my chest and rolled overon top of her. My cock was hard and I wanted to take her again. This time,I did not restrain her or wait for her acquiescence. Instead, I pushed herlegs up and against her chest, positioned my cock at her rear entrance andpushed in.
She screamed in pain as my cock slid inside her ass. A chill went down myspine as her scream penetrated my brain and I wondered, for a moment, if itwas too much for her to take. I did not, however, slow my assault. Then I wasthrusting into her, hard and fast.
Her hands grasped my back, her nails pushing into me. The pain pushed meon, determined to give her more pain than she could give me. My thrusts becameharder and more brutal. Still, she screamed.
Now her hands slid to my ass and she grabbed each cheek, digging in her nails.I thrust harder and harder, each thrust providing her more pain and excitingme. She begged me to stop. The pain was too much and she could not take it.I ignored her pleas, thrusting as hard as I could.
I felt my orgasm building from deep within me. And then, with one final thrust,I grunted as if I were an animal. Then the orgasm took full hold of me andI filled her insides with cum. Spent, I collapsed on top of her.
Again, we slept. And when I woke, I realized that we had not moved. I wasstill on top of her. Her legs were under me and pressed to her chest. As Ilifted myself up off of her, she woke and smiled at me, never moving untilI pulled her legs down from her chest.
Then, she told me what I already knew without realizing it. She wanted meto control her and command her life. She wanted me to bring her pain and suffering.She wanted me to show her no mercy, even when she begged for it.
I had thought, from time to time, that having a woman of her sort, compliantand willing to do anything I wished, would be a dream come true. Still, I hadnever imagined that I would ever find one. Somehow, I had. And she was morebeautiful than I could have ever imagined.
To say that I was thrilled by her words was an understatement. To say thatI understood the full crux of what that meant would be a gross misstatement.And I would, later, discover just how difficult it would be to be in commandof a woman of her nature.
End Part 1
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