TABOO EROTIC STORIES - 2 - A LOT OF FORBIDDEN SEX STORIES E-Book

Eva Love

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

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TABOO EROTIC STORIES - A LOT OF FORBIDDEN SEX STORIES About Humiliation | Submission | Cuckolding | BDSM In the BDSM scene in particular, a cuckold is a man who gains sexual pleasure in a steady partnership or love relationship through intimate contact with other men. The cuckold may prefer voyeuristic, masochistic and / or submissive behavior. The cuckold is usually inclined to be submissive, the cuckolding itself is often part of the femdom and is therefore also counted among the varieties of BDSM. The cuckold enjoys being dominated by the woman. It can arouse him when his partner has one or more steadfast lovers. Humiliation in this area can also have an erotic effect on the cuckold. Erotic humiliation is a technique used to create erotic or sexual arousal to the person who is being humiliated and humiliated. It can be viewed as a BDSM-related variety and part of sexual role play to increase the sexual stimulation of one or both partners in the act. In the case of humiliation, more generally a status game, the top forces the bottom to act humiliatingly or treats him in a degrading manner. A humiliating component can be present in virtually any practice, from bondage to slapping games. Dominance and Submission (D / S). It is used to describe a desired unequal power relationship or a playful change in social status between partners. Although this can also be the case in other partnerships that do not see themselves as sadomasochistic, it is consciously lived as a part of BDSM. The range of variation in the individual characteristics is great. The desired effect can be achieved, for example, through parenting or status games. Compensating elements for domination and submission are care and devotion, which complement each other and thus enable stable relationships. The relationship between top and bottom is occasionally sealed with so-called "slave contracts", which have no legal meaning, but can have a great emotional and symbolic meaning for those involved.

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Total Dedication

The rhythmic click-clack of her three-inch black stiletto heels against the concrete ground reverberated off the walls of the alley, intensifying the sound as if it were a hundred pair of feet instead of just the one. Had it been night instead of day she never would have chanced walking through the dirty alley with its discarded trash and wandering bums, but it was not night and the alley was the only short cut that she knew of. Hidden in the midday shadows a dainty pale wrist lifted revealing a golden wristwatch with hearts for hands and a diamond encrusted above the twelve.

Currently the big hand was on the nine and the little hand torn somewhere between the one and two, while the second hand continuously ticked around in a ceaseless reminder that even if you were standing still the rest of the world was still moving. Time stops for no one.

Her small wrist dropped back to her side to dangle freely. She was already fifteen minutes late. This would not please him. And when he wasn’t pleased he got rough, violent even. She knew this yet did not move to speed up or quicken her pace, nor did she worry. In fact she slowed her pace considerably, the click-clack dimming and quieting as she reached the end of the alley and shadows and stepped out into the light.

She was a small girl, barely over five feet tall—five-foot-three to be exact—but she gave off the feeling of someone much taller due to the proud way she held her head high as she walked out of the alley and turned a corner walking down a well-populated street in downtown Los Angeles. Other than her height, the first thing of note was how white and smooth her skin seemed, like porcelain or alabaster. Despite the extreme fairness of her complexion her skin still maintained a healthy glow to it, giving her an almost ethereal appearance.

The stark whiteness of her skin stood out even more against her ruby red lips and scarlet mane which hung in a silky mass down to her waist. However, the most startling aspect of her visage was without a doubt her odd violet-hued eyes, which were both pale and oddly vibrant. It was not only the odd color of her eyes but also the look of sadness and weariness in them, as if she had seen and done things that made her appear far older than her mere twenty-two years. Her eyes were that of a person who had been to hell and had made it back only to find themselves even more lost and confused than ever.

She attracted stares from nearly everyone she passed. A few bold males even whistled and howled at her, calling her ‘baby’ and even more annoying, ‘sweetheart.’ Yet her gaze remained fastened ahead as she was determined to be on her way. Of course upon realizing that she would not stop for their catcalls their terms of endearment quickly turned insulting and degrading, in a heartbeat she’d went from ‘baby’ to ‘bitch’ and ‘whore.’ Yet she never broke her stride even when she pulled her pea coat tighter around her small waist to fight the chilling breeze.

Eventually the street narrowed and the people dissipated as she neared her destination. She crossed her hands over her chest as the wind picked up and rocked her small frame, causing her neat hair to blow to and fro all over her head. She was beginning to regret not wearing more clothes, but she knew he wouldn’t like that. In fact, he had asked her to come naked under the thick black coat, and she almost had until she opened a window in her apartment and felt the chill. But she reasoned that he wouldn’t be too upset once he saw the black mini skirt and matching lace up corset she’d decided to wear instead. No, she knew he would like it. He who liked to rip off her clothes, even her jeans, before he even spoke a word to her. He who used his mouth and hands to cause her just as much pain as pleasure.

Suddenly she stopped walking and turned to look up at a three story brownstone building. Her violet eyes darted up to the fifth floor windows where, she imagined, he was staring down at her burning holes into the top of her head. She sighed as she pushed open the black metal door to the building and stepped inside. She was greeted almost immediately by the suffocating heat and heady aromas of the newly renovated building.

As the door slammed shut behind her she nearly jumped out of her skin, but didn’t turn back. Even now it was too late to turn back. She walked over to the elevator of the lobby and pressed the button to bring it down. Out of habit she toyed with the gold chain around her neck; it was the only piece of jewelry that she wore besides the watch. She twisted it until the nameplate lay flat against her chest. It was a gift from him. Once she had left it home by accident. That day she had to catch a taxi home since she could barely walk. Now she never saw him without it.

The bell rang announcing the arrival of the elevator. She stepped inside the large cubicle alone and waited until the doors closed before she pressed the appropriate button. The fifth floor. His floor. As was usual, she began to get nervous and breathe heavily as the elevator made its way up. Once she had even pressed the emergency stop button and gotten off on the third floor with the intention of leaving, only to find herself on his doorstep after walking the two flights up. That day he had made sure to leave marks. Now as she stood in the corner of the elevator she contemplated leaving, but then the bell rang and the doors opened. She was on the fifth floor.

She walked out of the elevator and headed confidently down the hall, knowing she could not turn back. This was her addiction and she would continue to give in to it until there was nothing left of her. She knew it and she knew he knew it. It was the reason he was able to do all those things to her with a smirk on his face. Because she wanted it. Craved it. And as long as that was a fact then he would continue to be the one to give it to her.

She stood in front of his door unmoving. Her pale violet eyes stared at the golden 5H at the top of the black metal door. Slowly she lowered her eyes to stare at the small circular hole in the center of the door. As she had known it would be, the peep hole was dark. He was watching her. Emboldened and slightly annoyed she stared back, her gaze cold and unblinking. She felt her eyes begin to burn and reflexively she blinked, looking down at the floor beneath her feet. She heard the two clicks as the locks were drawn back. Looking up she saw bright light seeping through the peep hole, as she had known it would. Gripping the brass knob lightly she held it, inhaling deeply before she turned it and pushed the door open slowly.

Exhaling she let it go as the door swung open wide revealing a spacious living room devoid of furniture except for a black leather loveseat and a circular glass coffee table positioned in the middle of the room. Four large floor-to-ceiling windows devoid of curtains showered the room with sunlight. The door hit the back wall and then swung back towards her slowly. He was nowhere in sight. Sighing she stepped into the room and shut the door behind her, drawing the locks. Turning she walked boldly over to the loveseat and took off her coat, folding it neatly and placing it on the arm of the chair. Now inside the room she looked around taking in her surroundings, something she did every time she saw him. To her right was an open kitchen with a marble island in the center surrounded by high stools. No table. Decorated in black and white, the kitchen was virtually spotless. Matching china sat unused in the dish holder next to a spice rack and cutting board. The industrial refrigerator with icemaker hummed softly as she stood there breathing it all in.

She heard running bath water suddenly and her head jerked quickly to her left where a long corridor led to the master bedroom and bathroom. At the end of the corridor was a large broom closet which she knew was filled with bed sheets and cleaning supplies. The water continued to run for a few seconds and then it quickly shut off. She imagined him sitting on the edge of the large claw foot tub running hot water. He loved to take steaming hot baths when he was done with her. Sometimes she was allowed to join him, soaking her sore and aching body into the hot water in front of him while he washed her with a sponge. Most times, though, he liked to bathe alone. She never complained when he did.

She didn’t realize she was daydreaming until her eyes began to glaze over. She blinked the fuzz away and stood there a moment longer simply staring down the corridor as she contemplated what to do. Most times he would be sitting on the sofa waiting with the door unlocked. In those cases all she had to do was stand in front of him and wait for him to give her instructions. Most times he just ripped her clothes off, if she was wearing any, without a word. But sometimes she would arrive to find that he was not in the living room but in the bedroom or kitchen. Those times she would wait standing in the living room until he acknowledged her. Usually she didn’t have to wait long. But today she was late.

A minute passed and then another before she realized that he wasn’t coming out. She sighed distractedly as she contemplated leaving. But she knew that if she left she would never be able to come back. Not because he wouldn’t let her but because if she did come back she would be severely punished for leaving. No, leaving was out of the question. Inhaling a breath of fresh air she smoothed down her skirt and walked slowly down the narrow corridor, her heels clicking loudly against the hardwood floors. He knew she was coming, if he didn’t want her he could always call out and tell her to leave. She prayed he would, knowing that it was the only way she would walk out of there.

She came to the bathroom and stopped. The rather large room was just as spotless as the kitchen and decorated in the same black and white tile with a matching shower curtain and towel set. The curtains were parted and she saw that the tub was half full, but empty. Puzzled for a moment she then realized that he must have left the bathroom when she was daydreaming. That or he was able to teleport and hadn’t told her. As if he told her anything else.

Now knowing her destination, she continued on walking towards the bedroom. Her heart sped up just a little and her mouth became dry as she closed in on the bedroom not really knowing what to expect. She stopped in front of the open bedroom door and turned slowly on her heel, staring into the room. Large with a high ceiling, the bedroom was almost as big the living room with two large windows taking up an entire wall. Unlike the rest of the apartment the room was carpeted in thick navy shag which contrasted beautifully against the bare white walls. In the left corner of the room sat a black chaise with a matching foot stool. A large walk-in closet with sliding glass doors occupied a wall next to a large black dresser and mirror. A large King-size sleigh bed sat in the center of the room adorned in blue bed sheets and a comforter with four large pillows. As with everything else, the bed was impeccably made despite the fact that he was sitting on the edge of it. He stared at her blankly as she entered the room slowly and closed the door behind her, locking it.

The Way Of Submission

Chapter One

It was a typical hot, sticky August Cleveland evening, with temperatures in the low-80's, and humidity to match. My sleeveless tennis top and tiny skirt were drenched with sweat, and I felt as though they must surely be almost transparent by now, after three grueling sets against Maggie, my best friend. Finally, mercifully, we finished. I lost again, as usual. Maggie always somehow manages to just barely beat me, but she always wins. I wondered if there really was something to what she says about my being a submissive.

Oh well, fuck it. Time to head home. After slaving away all day in a hot cubicle, writing boring code for some stupid application nobody is ever going to buy, God knows I'd needed the exercise. But now I was worn out, sticky, smelly, and anxious for a nice hot, relaxing shower.

As I drove toward my apartment my mind again began to dwell on my submissive nature. Maybe I really was subconsciously letting Maggie win

Maybe my fixation on being sexually dominated was starting to spill over into my everyday life as well as just the bedroom. Maybe-- what the fuck was that? Suddenly my car veered toward the curb, and I realized I'd somehow blown a tire.

Great! I remembered I'd taken the spare out a week ago to make more room in the trunk, and now I was stranded on a dark street in a less than nice neighborhood. Suddenly I was frightened. Ivana, you idiot, why didn't you buy that cellular phone last week when you were thinking about it. What in hell are you going to do now?

As I sat there, worrying, a car pulled up to the curb behind me. I locked my doors, but when I saw the guy who smiled down at me I suddenly relaxed. He was perhaps 45 or 50, old enough to be my father, but a hell of a lot better groomed. He was wearing a nice suit and tie, and appeared so safe-looking I was immediately filled with relief. I rolled down the window, and took a closer look at him. decided that even though he was older, he was certainly good looking. Dark hair, brown eyes, nice body... Something about him began to turn me on, and I wondered why.

Gesturing toward my tire, smiling politely, he said, „Trouble?“

„Afraid so. I must have run over something and got a flat tire. Unfortunately, I don't have a spare with me. God, I'm glad you came along. This neighborhood is creepy.“

„Well, roll up the window and lock your car. I'll give you a lift to a service station, or if you prefer I can drive you home.“ „Home would be fine. I can't deal with anything until I take a shower“, I said, walking toward his car self-consciously, aware of my soaked shirt, thin bra, and visible areolas. He glanced at my tits, and I felt my nipples harden instantly. What the hell was going on with this guy, anyway.

His car was nice, very nice... a new Mercedes convertible. „My name's Ivana. Nice car“, I offered, and he just smiled and said thanks.

Once inside the car he pushed a button and the doors locked. As we pulled out he didn't speak, and I suddenly wondered how he knew where to take me. „I live in--“

„Where you live isn't important, Ivana. You said you wanted me to drive you home, and that's exactly where I'm taking you. Home. My home.“

Suddenly I was afraid again. Was he serious? I felt my stomach tingling with fear, as I meekly explained in a quivering voice that I meant for him to drive me to my apartment, not his place. He just laughed, and told me to close my eyes and take a nap.

„You'll enjoy yourself at my home, Ivana. Once you learn how. You're a very beautiful girl, quite the athlete, and you have the kind of body men like me know how to make very happy. But first you need to learn to submit to me, which you will, in time. Your life has changed tonight, Ivana. Significantly, and you'll never be the same again.“

„My God, what... what are you going to do to me?“ I asked, as my hand secretly tried to unlock the door.

„Don't bother trying to get out, Ivana. The car is equipped with special locks which you won't be able to open until I want you to. As to what I'm going to do to you, I think you can probably pretty much figure that out for yourself, now can't you. I'm going to introduce you to the kinds of pleasures one can only appreciate by becoming truly submissive. Until you let yourself go, completely, and until you learn to be my total sex slave, you can never fully appreciate how incredibly intense sexuality can be. I'm going to teach you that, Ivana, and you're going to love it.“

Because his words were spoken so matter-of-factly it made them all the more chilling. Part of me was in total terror of this man, and my situation, yet another sensation, buried somewhere deep inside my brain was starting to surface. For an instant I felt the build-up of familiar waves of excitement in my pussy, and as I did as he instructed, closing my eyes, trying to relax my breathing, I began to wonder what it would be like to completely „let go“, to become the sex toy of a dominant man, or even a group of men. As I thought about it, for the tinniest of seconds, I felt as though I might enjoy it immensely.

Then I recalled something my captor had said, and it frightened me. What was it he had said? I was „quite the athlete.“ How had he know that? Simply from the clothes I was wearing, and my intense perspiration? Or had he actually seen me. Stalking me, while Maggie and I were playing tennis. I shivered, and not just from the coolness of the car's air conditioning. I was truly afraid again, and wondered what fate awaited me when we got to his home, wherever the fuck that was....

Chapter 2. The Beginning

My name was Carl, or so he said, and as we left the city and began to enter the countryside on the way to his home, something else began to frighten me. I realized he hadn't even tried to cover my eyes to keep me from telling the police how to find his home. I shivered again, wondering if he was allowing me to see where we were going because he realized I somehow wouldn't be able to tell anyone anything ever again.

Seeing the worried look on my face, and as though he were reading my mind, he smiled and said, „Don't worry, Ivana. I'm not going to harm you. Well... that's perhaps not exactly true. I will probably introduce you to several forms of varying degrees of pain, but only to heighten your sexual pleasure. In case you're wondering, the reason I'm not trying to hide where I live is because I'm quite confident you'll not represent a threat to me in any way after I'm finished with you. Not because you wouldn't be able to, but simply because you'll be so in love with what I've done to and for you, you won't want to do anything to harm me.“

„Bullshit!“ I snapped. Jesus! The conceited arrogance of this guy, thinking I'd be so grateful to him for a quick fuck or something I wouldn't want revenge. He'll see. I'll show this bastard. I scowled, turning away from him, staring out the window.

He couldn't be right. Could he? I began to wonder again about what he was going to do to me, and once again I felt my pussy becoming damp from some weird perverted form of excitement. Ivana, you horny bitch. Settle down. This isn't supposed to be fun, you idiot. You're in trouble. Still, I couldn't help fantasizing again about what he was going to do to me. Would he tie me down, naked, while he ate me and fucked me? Would he pinch my nipples? Would he actually spank me, or possibly even whip me while making me suck his cock and eat his cum? Jesus I was getting hot. I squeezed my legs together as hard as I could to try to stop these horribly naughty thoughts from turning me on so much, and heard him laughing softly.

„You can touch yourself if you want“, he said condescendingly.

„Fuck you, you bastard!“ I snapped, embarrassed he had noticed what I'd been doing with my legs, angry at myself, at my body for getting so worked up, yet still horny as hell. I could smell my body odor, now that the sweat was drying on my flesh, and my wet clothes were cold. I still wanted that hot shower, or better yet, soaky bath, and I wondered if he'd let me take one at his house before he did whatever he was going to do to me. Fortunately, I didn't have much longer to wait.

„Not much further now“, he said, turning into a grass covered lane. We drove through thick woods for perhaps a mile, passing no houses or buildings of any kind, and then turned off onto another lane for another half mile or so.

„Here we are. It's not much, but it's home“, he smiled, as we pulled up to an iron gate. Carl push another button on the dash of the car, and the gates opened. We drove through, and they closed behind us. The entire property seemed to be protected by a very large stone wall, and as we drove another mile or so up the driveway I wondered what his house would look like. Then I saw it.

„Holy shit“, I exclaimed, my mouth open. It was a fucking chateau, three stories high, also made of fieldstone, and looked like it could have been a country club clubhouse or something. I noticed horse stables off to the side as we pulled into a large brick courtyard. Carl hit another button to open one of four garage doors in a building large enough to be someone's home but which was, instead, simply the garage.

Once inside the garage, he turned off the car, hit the release button, and got out, walking around to open the door for me. Gee, how fucking polite. The prick. I followed him inside and we entered a large country kitchen, with a flagstone fireplace, gourmet six burner stove, cathedral ceiling, three sinks, two paneled refrigerators, and all kinds of fancy, expensive appliances.

I was still gawking around at everything when Carl said, „I would imagine you're cold and uncomfortable, Ivana. Follow me upstairs and I'll show you your room and bath.“

My room and bath? What did he think this was, a fucking vacation? „Look, you, I--“

„Ivana, please. You're miles from the nearest house, and so far out in the country you'd never make it back to the city. Why don't we begin with a little dose of reality, okay?“ Carl stared directly into my eyes, and I once again realized how very handsome this son-of-a-bitch was. He continued, „You are my guest here, Ivana, or, if you insist, my prisoner. I've selected you because you have all the characteristics I've been seeking for... well, let's just say you're an ideal young woman for my needs at the present time.“

His needs? Once again I wondered at the combined arrogance and sexual undertones of that statement, feeling a tingling sensation in my crotch as he rattled on... „and it is true that you are being kept here perhaps against your will, but other than that, you will not be forced to do anything you don't wish to do. However things will go much easier for you during your stay with me if you relax and enjoy yourself. Beginning immediately. Now... let's go upstairs, and I'll draw your bath for you and get you something more comfortable to wear for dinner. Come with me.“

I followed him out of the kitchen and into a long hallway, then up a winding stairway lined with old photos of men in foreign military uniforms. Everything was paneled in rich, dark wood, and when we reached the landing at the top of the stairs, we walked into a huge bedroom with a large, four poster bed against one wall, and a fireplace against another.

„You may undress here. Leave your clothes, including your underwear, outside the door in this hamper and they will be laundered for you. After your bath you may select anything you wish to wear for dinner. The closets and drawers contain a fairly wide selection of styles, all in your sizes, and all new, purchased just for you.“

What the fuck.... How could he have known my sizes without.... He HAD been stalking me. Jesus. This was really getting creepier and creepier, but he seemed to actually be a pretty nice guy, so I decided to go along with him. For now. Not that I had much choice.

Carl went into the bathroom and began running water into a huge, circular tub. I smelled the essence of Vitabath, or some other kind of perfumed bath oil, and when the tub was filled, Carl came out and handed me a beautiful, royal blue and gold trimmed terry cloth robe.

„Would you care for a glass of champagne to sip while you're enjoying your bath?“ he asked politely. „Well, yeah, sure, I guess so“, I mumbled, taking the robe from him. „Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back with it“, he said, closing the door as he left.

I walked over to the window and looked outside. It was dark now, and I mean DARK. No lights anywhere around, just woods. I realized how right he had been when he said it would be silly to try to escape. To where?

Sighing, I undressed quickly, happy to get out of the wet, rank clothes I'd been wearing. My body still smelled, and my nostrils flared from the odor of stale sweat. I went into the bathroom and felt the water. It was hot, steamy, but just right. A wonderfully relaxed feeling swept over me as I sank into the tub, beneath the scented bubbles.

„Ahhhh... this is more like it“, I sighed, closing my eyes, actually beginning to unwind in spite of my situation. Then I heard a tap on the door, and suddenly remembered Carl had said he would be right back. „Ivana?“ he said softly. „What?“ „I've brought your champagne. If you wish, you may cover yourself with a towel while I bring it in to you. Let me know when you're ready for it.“

What the fuck was with this guy. I was his prisoner, yet he was telling me he'd wait until I was decent before coming into the bathroom. I was really having trouble understanding this situation, but reached above my head and pulled one of the large towels into the water with me anyway, covering my breasts and crotch with it, even though the bubbles pretty well shielded me without it.

„Okay. You can come in now“, I said, and he opened the door and entered the bathroom carrying an expensive looking sterling silver tray. On it was an elaborately engraved silver champagne bucket, and inside a bottle of something called Pommery champagne.

„I know everyone raves over Dom Perignon, but I actually prefer this one. I hope you like it“, he said, sitting the tray down on a small table near the tub. He took the bottle out and poured us each a glass, handing one to me. Then he held his up in a toast, and said, „Here's to us, Ivana. To our new beginning“, and I found myself clinking glasses with him.

We each took a sip, and I found the sparkling dry, slightly nutty flavor of the bubbly incredibly delicious. I had been dying of thirst, and to quench it with this awesome drink was actually quite wonderful. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.

„I'll leave you alone now, Ivana. Drink as much of the champagne as you wish and don't worry about the rest. You can even bathe in it if you'd like“, he smiled, again dazzling me with his handsome good looks. After your bath, if you're tired you can nap a bit before dinner. Come down whenever you're ready.“

He left, closing the door behind him, but leaving the bottle of champagne. I was becoming more and more confused over this entire ordeal. This was definitely NOT how I had envisioned a kidnaped young damsel in distress being treated. I felt like Julia-fucking-Carls in Pretty Woman, not a potential victim. If the guy was going to rape me, wouldn't he have done it when I was lying here naked in front of him? Very strange, very strange indeed....

I settled back into the tub, took another sip of the champagne, and closed my eyes. Suddenly I giggled, remembering a line from the musical, „Annie“, where she said, „I think I'm gonna like it here.“ Ivana, you submissive little slut, you just might enjoy it here, yourself....

Chapter 3. Ivana's Conversion

After a long soak in the tub, I reluctantly got out and toweled off, then put on the robe Carl had left for me. Moving into the bedroom, I went into the huge walk-in closet and found a complete wardrobe of dresses, skirts, jeans, blouses, and negligees, all in my sizes. Remarkable. Most of the items were very tasteful, even elegant, although some were clearly more sexy than others, especially some of the negligees.

What should I wear downstairs. I didn't want to dress in a manner that would signal my acceptance of my situation, but at the same time, I secretly wanted to tease Carl a bit. I finally settled on a pair of Calvins jeans and a sparkling tee shirt. Moving back into the bedroom, from the lingeree chest I selected a pair of black lace, French cut bikini panties. Feeling rather naughty, I also decided against wearing a bra. I dressed in the new clothes, which fit perfectly, including a pair of fashionable sandles, then went to the dressing table to apply a bit of eye shadow and lipstick. I brushed my long, shoulder length brown hair until I was satisfied it had a sufficient amount of silky sheen to it, then examined my breasts. My areolas and nipples were just barely visible beneath the tee shirt, and on impulse, I pinched and tweaked my nipples until they were protruding enough to be clearly noticeable. Again I felt my pussy getting wet in anticipation of what lie ahead of me. Let's see what Carl thinks about me now that I'm freshened up a bit. If he liked me before, he should love me now!

Taking a deep breath, I turned out the light in the bedroom and went downstairs. Carl saw me pass by, and called out to me. I joined him in his study, a beautiful library, filled with books and decorated with black leather furniture. Naturally, this room also had a fireplace, as did every room in the house I was to learn later.

„You're lovely“, he said, smiling that fucking handsome smile at me again. „Thank you“, I said, deciding to be civil. „I needed a bath.“ „No, Ivana. Actually you didn't. I know it made you feel better, but I find the scent of a woman quite arousing. I believe they even made a movie by that name, didn't they?“ „How can you find body odor arousing?“ I asked, disgusted. „There are many things you'll learn to appreciate during your stay here, Ivana. One of them is the scent of a fragrant, beautiful woman. Especially her pussy. But time for that later. Are you hungry?“

I wanted to argue with him, but suddenly realized I was indeed famished, so opted for dinner instead. „Yes, I'm quite hungry, actually.“

„Then let's have dinner“, he said, taking my hand, leading me into a very large, paneled dining room. Twenty people could have dined in that room quite comfortably, probably more. But for tonight, Carl, or someone, had set two places at one end of the long table. He motioned for me to take a seat, so I purposely selected the one at the end of the table, forcing him to sit on the side next to me. He smiled at my little show of defiance, as though he had expected it, which pissed me off.

„Ready, Opali“, Carl called out quietly to someone, and in a few moments a nice looking dark-skinned man entered from the kitchen, bringing a tray containing two bowls of some kind of pinkish bisque. It smelled heavenly.

„Ivana, this is Opali. If you ever need anything, from the kitchen or otherwise, please inform him and he will be quite happy to serve you.“ „Nice to meet you, Opali“, I smiled. He smiled back, rather shyly, and I was intrigued to notice the very clear outline of a thick cock in his thin white trousers. I quickly looked at Carl, and noticed him smiling. He had seen me looking at Opali's cock, again as though he knew I would. I blushed, something I haven't done in a long time, and Carl laughed.

„I think she likes your cock, Opali“, Carl teased. „Yes sir. I think so“, Opali grinned, reaching across the arm of the chair as he set the soup in front of me. As he leaned over my arm, I felt his cock pressing into it. Immediately I jerked my arm away from him, and both Opali and Carl laughed. „What is it with you?“ I snapped.

„Nothing, Ivana. Relax. Enjoy yourself. Sex can be one of life's greatest pleasures if you simply stop fighting it and instead begin craving it. As you will soon see, once you agree to try it.“ „I've been fucked before“, I said defiantly. „I know what sex is like.“ „You know NOTHING of the true pleasures of uninhibited sex, my young friend. But you will. Over time.“

I turned away and began eating the bisque. It was lobster bisque, my favorite, and as I began savoring it, Opali returned and poured a glass of some kind of white wine.

Carl raised his glass again, offering a toast, „to limitless, perfect sex.“ This time I didn't return his toast, but did sip the wine. As with the champagne, this was superb. I looked at the label, and it said, „Meursault.“ Another French wine, obviously, and it was wonderful.

We were both silent during the remainder of the meal, which consisted of very delicate, thinly sliced pieces of veal sauteed in a white wine and shallot sauce. I adored the incredible flavor of the sauce, and the perfection of the veal, and finally complimented Carl on an excellent dinner.

„Only the best for you, Ivana. It's what you deserve. In wine... in food... and in sex“, Carl said, staring deeply into my eyes. The room was bathed in only candlelight, and the shadows flickering across his strong face made him look even more handsome than before. I found myself fantasizing again about how wonderful it might be to have this man making love to me, fucking me, or better yet, sucking me, relentlessly, until I came a thousand times, after which he would fuck me with his long, hard cock.

Suddenly I shivered, shaking me out of my reverie. Carl was staring at me again, a subtle grin on his face while his eyes were cloudy with lust. „Do you know why I selected you, Ivana?“ he asked. „No. Of course not“, I answered. He had just confirmed my suspicions that his meeting me hadn't been a chance occurance.

„Because you're young, beautiful, athletic, and most of all intelligent. You are also capable of incredibly erotic, perverted sexual acts, once you begin to see how wonderously fulfilling performing them can be for you. I know you, Ivana, better than you do yourself, and I'm going to prove it to you over the next few days and nights.“ „Like hell you are“, I snarled. „Just because I'm a prisoner here doesn't mean I'm going to let you fuck me, or anything else.“ „Oh, but you are, Ivana. You are. Tell me, do you have enough confidence in yourself to play a little game with me?“

„It depends, of course. What kind of game?“ I asked, not about to agree to anything just yet. „A game of truth, Ivana. We ask each other questions, and answer truthfully. Do you think you're capable of submitting to such a game, Ivana?“ I thought about it. Was I? Would I be able to answer anything he asked me, truthfully? I doubted it, but agreed to try anyway. „Sure, we can play, if it would amuse you.“