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Belladonna’s Submissive 21st Birthday
An erotic story
By
La Marchesa
Copyright © 2010 La Marchesa
Smashwords Edition
Introduction
The four and a half months I went with Rob were the happiest time of my teens. I may have even loved Rob. I thought I did at the time, but when I left to go to Indiana State University, a hundred twelve miles away, things slowly changed. For awhile we were still hot and heavy. During the first semester, once or twice a month I would travel back to Kokomo for the weekend and Rob would come to see me an equal amount of time. However, by middle of the second semester, Rob was no longer the only boy for me. So many boys, so little time.
Chapter One
August 30th 1981, Terre Haute, Indiana
Most people would think I was a tramp for sleeping with six different guys in my freshman year and ten in my sophomore year, but I thought that was pretty reserved for a sex addict. Hell, there were a couple girls who’d been gang banged by that many at one setting at a couple frat parties. Hmm. I wonder what that would feel like?
This year had been different. I met Rudy at the beginning of the fall semester at the library. I liked him and I thought it would be fun to fuck in the library. After we dislodged a hundred or so books from the bookshelves getting in some interesting positions in an obscure aisle, the head librarian, finding us half dressed, kicked us out. We spent the rest of the afternoon in his dorm room bed laughing and…doin’ the deed. Rudy was fun and managed to keep me interested that whole semester.
At the beginning of the second semester I needed money desperately and had even considered hooking on the side, like several co-eds I knew. However, like a gift from heaven, I came across an ad on the campus help wanted board for art class models. It read, “Excellent pay and short hours. See Professor Valdez in room 207 of the Music and Arts building.” My kind of job.
Walking into room 207 to see if the job was still available, I ran into an extremely handsome man who seemed about to leave. “Can I help you?”
“Are you Professor Valdez?”
He flashed a great smile, but made a bad joke. “Last time I looked I was. What can I do for you?”
“Is the modeling job still open?”
His intense gaze practically undressed me as it skirted my body down my casual attire to my running shoes and back. But he wasn’t the only one looking. I scrutinized him from his long, wavy jet black hair to his bone colored topsiders. Returning to his face, I got lost in his eyes. They were the ever-changing color of pools of oil, reflecting all the nuances from brown to amber. His face was lean, his nose straight and lips thin. High, pronounced cheekbones accented the most distinguished Van Dyke beard I ever saw.
Studying his amazing face, I started from the shock of his fingers touching my arm. Gaining my attention, He smiled broadly. “The job is yours if you want it. Ramon Valdez.”
I shook his offered hand. “Belladonna Capri, but friends call me Bella.”
“I can see why. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”
I nodded and smiled. “Tell me more about the job?”
“Depending on your class schedule, you can work two hours, Monday, Wednesday and Friday for twenty-five dollars an hour—”
“Wow, Twenty-five. What time is the class?”
“Ten to noon.”
I snapped my fingers. “Dang that leaves me out. I have an Organic Chemistry class then.
“What about the same time on Tuesdays and Thursdays? If you don’t mind being semi-nude or nude, you can make thirty to forty dollars an hour for, modeling for my human figure sketch class.”
I grinned like I’d won a Vegas jackpot. The idea of modeling nude actually appealed to me. Even though I would be modeling naked before fellow students, I couldn’t resist. The money was fantastic and I would also be naked for Ramon. Seeing me naked, I knew it would just be a matter of time before he talked me into his bed.
But it didn’t work out that way. The first day and for the next two weeks Ramon either wasn’t interested or he pretended not to notice me. That’s when I started looking the other model over.
Yes, there was a second model. I would pose for fifteen minutes and get a fifteen minute break. Then Kelly, would pose for fifteen minutes and break while I posed again and so it went until the class was over. Donning my short floral silk robe during my break, I passed through the students and studied their work.
Except for a couple, they were all very good. One, Derek was especially talented. Standing behind him one day, I was shocked at what he’d depicted. Sitting on the modeling stool, a naked woman rested her back and head against the wall, her legs spread wide and feet resting on the first rung of the stool. The rendition was so well done that it was obvious the woman was me. Positioned in front of me, Derek had portrayed a lithe, sexy woman with shoulder length blonde hair. Though he hadn’t quite finished her it was drawn with the same precision as he used for me. Unmistakably, it was Kelly, the other model. She knelt between my legs clearly eating my pussy.
I felt my innards warm up, especially my unadorned pussy. “Derek that’s a little risqué for a sketch class, but it’s amazing work.”
Derek, blond haired and a lank six foot had lovely blue eyes that always seemed sad. He gazed at me. “Thanks. You inspire me.”
I laid a hand on his shoulder and smiled. “Your work inspires me, but don’t let Ramon see it.”
“Oh, he inspects everything I do. He encourages me to draw and paint sexy subjects.”
That surprised me. Like me, Ramon has a dark side—Derek too. “Whatever possessed you to draw Kelly and I like this.”
“Kelly did. At the last class, she quipped, “I’d like to snack on her smooth pussy.”
Another surprise. But the fact was, it had brought out a deep seated desire that had been buried in the back of my mind for a couple years.
Derek continued to draw. “How come you don’t model in the other class like Kelly does?”
“I have a conflicting class.”
“You have a gorgeous body. In fact you’re beautiful. I’d love to paint you. I don’t have the money to pay you, but if you posed for me on weekends, I’d let you have the painting of your choice.”
This intrigued me. “I’ll think about it. I need to get back to work.”
When class was over, everyone, except Kelly and I, rushed off to lunch. As Kelly headed behind the screen to dress, I intercepted her and grabbed her hand. “Before you leave let me show you what Derek did.”
She laughed. “You mean where I’m on my knees eating your pussy? I’ve seen it. He’s very good and he always draws sexy things. I love his work. Did it offend you?”
Did it offend me? Light blonde, almost white haired with lovely light blue eyes and a svelte body, Kelly seemed the direct opposite of me. In my opinion, she was a work of art by herself. I suddenly wanted the drawing to become reality. “Not at all. It’s a compliment. Are you into women?”
She laughed, but sidled closer. “No, but a woman can admire another woman without being into them.”
I rested a hand in the small of Kelly’s back, and rotated until I almost faced her. She trembled as I slowly raised my hand to her breast and squeezed. Though I’d thought about it, I’d never experienced the feel of soft, pliable flesh of a woman’s breast beside my own. I liked it. As my forefinger circled her hard nipple as if it was tethered to it, she gasped and fidgeted.
“Derek said the reason he drew what he did was because you said you’d love to eat my pussy.”
She blushed, but soon I felt her hand kneading my breast. I sucked in a lungful of air and my heart pitter-pattered against my chest walls as she leaned in close and brushed her lips lightly back and forth across mine.
“What if I said I wouldn’t mind trying it?” Her tongue laved my top lip.
“I’d say I’m always in favor of trying new things.”
My tongue intercepted hers outside our mouths and they danced together between us as if performing an erotic duel.
Cupping her hand on the soft flesh between my legs, she exclaimed, “Ooh, you’re all wet,” she giggled, “I think it’s time for me to put my mouth where your honey pot is.”
Tittering, I removed my robe and edged over to the stool. Sitting in the same position as in Derek’s drawing, I leaned against the wall and spread my legs. When she knelt before me, I raised my hands to my breasts to manipulate my sensitive nipples. When her soft, silky tongue invaded my lusty chamber, I closed my eyes and blasted off to heaven.
It was close, but as I suspected cunnilingus from a woman felt even better than from a man. At least this woman and she claimed this was her first time. Most likely she compensated for inexperience with intuition, knowing what she liked and applying it to me. Her tongue being narrower and smoother, allowed her to get in places easier and it just seemed to feel better. What’s more, I sensed a taboo factor made sex with a woman seem more titillating.
I’d been primed when we started and Kelly’s carnal actions felt dreamy, so it wasn’t surprising that I had a climax in a couple minutes. And what a climax! It was on pace to be one of my strongest and longest lasting when…Rudy barged in.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
If I had a cock, it would have fallen over like a stick of boiled spaghetti. “What are you doing here?”
“I came looking for you. You were supposed to meet me for lunch.”
I was irritated. “Rudy, I’ve been meaning to tell you, your four months is up. Now, will you leave us alone?”
His eyes lowered to slits. “What the fuck does that mean?”
I cocked my head. “What it means, sweetheart, is that I never go with anyone more than four months. It’s been nice. No hard feelings, but I don’t want to see you anymore.”
A smarmy smile materialized on his face. “What’re you switching to girls now?”
“I’ll have you know I’ll have sex with whomever I want, whenever I feel like it. Now, get the fuck out of here before I lose my temper.”
The mood may have been interrupted, but we got it back at my dorm room. For five weeks we had after class dalliances and occasionally more often. Kelly was a beautiful woman, whom I thoroughly enjoyed. She never asked for or offered a commitment and neither did I.
I started to wonder if I had turned into a lesbian, but I knew better. I was a hedonist out for the thrill of sex, whatever the source—I was bi-sexual.
Eventually, I started posing for Derek and of course, naked in the close confines of his dorm room, fucking him.
I kept seeing Kelly for awhile and there would always be a warm spot for her, but it was time to move on.
Derek was an average lover in every sense—size, technique, stamina—but he was fairly good looking and I liked him. More to the point I loved the sexy erotic paintings he painted of me—three of which he gave me. The sex underwhelmed me, but his talent awed me. That is why I went with him until my birthday neared.
Since my eighteenth birthday, I’d had two more and all three were special. That’s why I was not about to celebrate my birthday with Derek.
Chapter Two
April 13th, 1981, Terre Haute, Indiana
With my birthday only four days away, I became desperate. I had to do something, but what?”
I still drooled over my art instructor employer, Ramon, so I decided to concentrate on him. I’d worn a sexy see through peignoir to class that day. On my last break of the class, after making certain the peignoir displayed my breasts to the best advantage, I walked up to Ramon. Easing in close, I made sure one of my breasts rubbed his shoulder.
He looked up, just a little shocked. Then after lowering his gaze to my choice, if I do say myself, breasts, returned to my eyes. “Yes?”
“I wondered if I could speak with you for a couple minutes after class.”
He nodded and blinked both eyes. “Sure. I’ll wait for you.”
When I returned to my stool, I shifted my pose so I faced Ramon and opened my legs so only he could see between them. Then I slumped a little, enough that my pussy lips were prominently displayed to him. It thrilled me to see that for once he watched, though with an amused smile on his face.
When the class ended, as promised, Ramon waited for me at his desk. I wanted him to see the entirety of me so I waltzed up to and stood off to the side of his desk.
He turned, chair and all, to face me? “What can I do for you?”
When I removed my peignoir, his eyes expanded. “What are you doing?”
“I want to know what you find wrong with me?”
He stuck his hands out, palms up, to the side,. “Frankly, nothing. You’re a beautiful woman.”
“Then why in three and a half months of seeing me naked have you never made one play for me, ‘cause frankly, you wouldn’t have to play very hard. Are you gay?”
He smiled so broad the corners of his eyes wrinkled. “No, I’m not gay.”
“Then why?” I pleaded.”
“I could think of a half dozen reasons why it’s not a good idea for me to see you, but one stands out above the others.”
I placed my hands on my hips. “What’s that?”
“My sexual appetite would be too much for you.”
I furrowed my brow and cocked my head. “That’s impossible! No one has a greater sexual appetite than I do!”
He chuckled. “No, that’s not what I mean. I’m talking about an alternative sexual lifestyle. One of which you probably would disapprove.”
I frowned. “All right. I give?”
“Do you know what a dom is?”
I didn’t like the sound of that. At least I didn’t think I did. “You mean like in BDSM.”
“Yes.”
“And you’re a dom?”
He nodded.
“And your playmates are…”
“Submissives.”
“So, if we were to do anything in a sexual nature, I would have to be you’re sub.”
“I’m afraid so. You would be, in effect, my love slave, to do anything I want with you—nothing more than personal property. I could punish you or reward you. I could even give you away temporarily or permanently to another dom or even a lady domme.”
“You couldn’t just forget you were a dom?”
“I could and you are a tempting morsel, but I wouldn’t get the quality of satisfaction I crave.”
I scratched my chin with my fore and middle fingers.“ It certainly is an interesting prospect.”
His brow rose nearly to his hairline. “Really, the concept doesn’t disgust you?”
“No, though I am strong minded and I’d probably make a better dom, than sub.”
Many who chose to be subs are strong willed in real life and if you think they are meek, guess again. They have to be brave and uninhibited even strong minded for the rigors and humiliation of a sub.
“If I became your sub, could I stop being one anytime I felt like it?”
“Not in the middle of a scene. Think of it like a contract. You can negotiate with the partner, whether you would be in a superior or inferior position, to everyone’s mutual satisfaction. However, once the contract is in place, changes are no longer allowed.”
“My birthday is in four days. Could I enter into a contract with you for that day only?”
“Really? This Saturday?” His smile was wide. “It just so happens I’m having a small get together at my house on Saturday. If you are agreeable, I’m sure we could give you a birthday you’d never forget.”