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“Elusive Paradise” Fantasy Become Reality I knew he was different immediately, far different from the other princes that had come to court Her. Not that they hadn’t been beautiful men, men of strong character and values, and yet they surely underestimated the probability of failure when wooing a goddess like Louise. She had simply dismissed most of them, and those that had approached Her in a rude and arrogant fashion were often humiliated by the application of a dozen or more welts from Her taming stick and sent back to their kingdoms walking besides their horses rather than seated on the hard leather saddles. Alexander was dark like the Mistress Herself with dark hair and darker eyes and luxuriant thick lashes. He came dressed in a richly embroidered silk robe, shiny boots, and snug breeches that displayed his plentiful manhood. A fine suede thong hung from a girdle around his middle, just the type of implement most often chosen to torment the delicate lips of a pussy or the tender flesh surrounding an anus. Standing behind him and to the right was a gorgeous young slave girl, small, feminine-round and dark like him. Her name was Rachel and she was a feast of flesh, round breasts and a pumpkin shaped behind. She spoke in an enthusiastic animated voice allowing her eyes to dance with every word and when she smiled it was a wide infectious grin stretching from ear to ear and displaying every sparkling white tooth in her mouth and offering the promise of a mischievous disposition. My eyes searched her every inch noting the heavy linked golden bracelets hugging her ankles and wrists and all that olive skin in between, Mistress raised an eyebrow when I stiffened rudely in their presence. Yet what I could I do? She was pert and proud, finely toned, and stood with her back arched with a naughty slave’s defiance. I sensed in her a kindred spirit, sensed that we were masochists cut from the same cloth; one moment hungering for a classical spanking, at others the dark corners of psychological submission and true enslavement! Rachel winked at me and I blushed with embarrassment. Louise offered Her hand and was rewarded with the most tender kiss She had ever experienced. They sat on the veranda outside Her boudoir and began an animated conversation while Rachel and I knelt off to the side with our legs properly spread to display our sex and our wrists gripped tightly behind our necks. They both spoke with erudition on every topic imaginable from the inane to the esoteric and Mistress seemed entranced by him to a degree I had never seen before. When his robe parted revealing hard pectoral muscles separated by a smooth deep cleavage and a washboard–tight tummy; I could almost hear Her sigh. A platter of Antipasti was delivered covered with plum tomatoes, roasted peppers, tiny roles of Prosciutto and Capacola, several cheeses and plump ripe olives. In a strange departure from Her usual custom Louise sent for a chilled bottle of Luna Bianca and they clicked glasses in a salute each to the other. When he raised a bursting black olive to Her lips and She took it with a girlish giggle, I looked at Rachel and saw that we both knew our Master’s were going to couple, perhaps right here in the bright sunlight with the abandon of young lover’s unable to control their passions! Alexander leaned towards Louise and She joined him till their lips met and I could almost feel the warm peppermint softness of that kiss. They stood and embraced still kissing deeply with soft slippery tongues. I watched their bodies tense and jerk, then melt into each other. His hand cupped each breast, those divine gorgeous little breasts, weighing each in his palm then scratched the nipples to erection. Louise’s mouth opened in a silent scream of passion, She kissed his neck, “hurry my love, take me to the bed”. “What of them?” he responded, nodded to the floor where we knelt. “Bring them, we can find entertainment for the little darlings”. By the time Rachel and I had crawled into the bedroom Louise was holding a foot long two headed rubber phallus and a jar of butter. Alexander maneuvered Rachel and I cheek to cheek and parted our bottoms with his strong hands while Mistress inserted the phallus very slowly and the mouth of our hungry little anus’s yawned with appreciation. Rachel’s hips moved in a circular grind while I pumped back and forth so that the heads of the cocks could explore every nerve ending, in moments we were moaning and dripping each claiming our half a foot of heaven. The room smelled of incense mixed with the heady aroma of Mistress and as always a deep thumping music played softly in the background. They stood by Her bed, a bed covered with colored silk pillows and soft sheets that always bristled with the smells of heavenly Mistress. Then like jungle animals they began to devour each other. Each item of clothing was removed slowly, piece by piece, each newly exposed piece of flesh savored; shoulders, breasts, bellies, all had to be inspected, fondled, revered. His hand coiled like a serpent at Her buxom hips then came to rest at the curve of Her plentiful buttocks, its shape fitting his hand perfectly. She reached between his legs, squeezed his bursting plums and stroked his stiffness, both their eyes were clouded in a smoky blue indigo of passion. Louise laid back on the bed, Her dark confusion of curly hair spread over a red satin pillow, She held out Her arms, spread Her legs. Alexander knelt and lowered his head, his lips to every inch. He kissed Her shoulders and Her breasts, belly, knees, each toe softly and in their turn. Then Her thighs, her glorious thighs, and finally one tiny kiss at the gate of Her pussy, soft and very wet. He took Her dainty ankles in each hand and spread Her legs wide as Louise reached between his legs and guided him slowly lifting Her pelvis, tilting up to meet him, and moaning like an animal. When he released Her ankles they locked tightly around his tiny waist. Louise’s wet flesh opened to him and he responded like a hungry tiger. The sounds and smells of their bodies in close union joined our moans, the incense, and the music in an unforgettable tapestry of passion. When their release came it was like a clap of thunder and limp and sweaty they clutched each other, catching their breath, nostrils flaring, whispering the way lovers do at that moment of sweet ecstasy. Rachel and I were just as fatigued, we had mimicked their every motion as best we could so that to slaves like us, it almost seemed we were in a sexual quartet sharing everything that was theirs to savor. But these were extraordinary Masters and we had another dream to live. I heard the rustle of sheets and the sounds of bare feet on the thick carpet then sensed the warmth of their presence and the scent of their lovemaking. Alexander stood in front of me as Louise did to Rachel and without a word being said we knew our gift; that heady cocktail mixed and muddled from the juices of their lovemaking. Rachel wiggled the cheeks of her ass and the phallus brought us back to life just as our tongues sought their reward. It was happening, it was really going to happen, and my dreams, my most precious dreams would be realized. I licked slowly up allowing my nostrils to fill with the scent of precious femininity. It consumed me and mine became the body electric. The taste of goddess filled my mouth, coated my tongue, and I closed my eyes and savored the folds of Her femininity just as I heard the Mistress sigh while Rachel’s tongue cleaned the warm walls of Her sex. It was as though we were one and I’d found my elusive paradise! |