The Two Sides of the Same Coin (L)

Disclaimer

The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed are fictitious. No identification with actual persons or places is intended or should be inferred. All pertinent characters represented in this story are 18 years of age or older.

Foreword

“The only difference between reality and fiction is that fiction needs to be credible.”

― Mark Twain

 

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In France, the Normans are well-known for their inability to frankly decide for themselves. Their favorite saying is “Maybe yes, maybe not. Let’s see!” Over the years of living in this country, I may have picked up some of their habits.

At first, according to the «Dark vs. Light» challenge, my goal was to split my English version of «The Two Sides of the Same Coin» into two distinct parts. The first half was «Tails (Dark)», and the second was «Heads (Light)», but I gave up. So, I decided to publish this story like its original French version, mostly to insist on its light side, even if it is the dark part I prefer.

Therefore, I’m pleased to publish my answer to this new NFicStoryBoard’s challenge. This is an entirely new story, written specifically for this contest. Although my nickname may seem familiar to you, I’m a native French-speaking writer. Then, I wrote it initially in my native language. Both versions are now available on my website: https://biz-concept.net.

It may be dark or light. Now, it’s up to you to decide!

 

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We were there naked, already drenched in sweat, gazing disinterestedly at the stone mosaics that lined the walls of the small, overheated room in which we had settled. I’ve always loved lounging in the Hammam, the Turkish baths, very early in the morning when there are still few bathers.

This day should have been a typical day, although we were only six or eight to get ready to take a hot bath. A young woman’s strange behavior attracted my attention, probably because she was also a statuesque beautiful woman. Away at the back of the room, she seemed to be attentive to the service of another woman barely older than herself. Then, despite knowing she was being watched out of the corner of her eye, she did not shy away from her pleasure of being on display like this.

So, while this attractive girl was still busy soaping her eldest carefully, almost all the eyes of this assembly seemed to have irresistibly focused on her muscular shape, probably more out of envy than embarrassment.

Intrigued, a young woman who seemed to be of North African descent tried for a moment to speak to her in Arabic, but understanding that she did not interpret her words, she waited patiently until she had finished her task before resuming in French.

“My pleasure is that of my mistress,” she said then, looking at the blonde’s lower back. “That’s what this tattoo reads, right?”

More surprised than embarrassed, the young woman agreed with a quick nod while nervously bustling about undoing her hair, which she kept in strict braids as if this hairstyle had the sole purpose of highlighting the curious golden necklace which she should have already taken off.

“Do you think that it is possible to access pleasure when it is voluntarily that you have given up your freedom?” she answered calmly while showing her the strange lock she couldn’t open on the back of her neck.

“But then, this tattoo…, so you are her slave!” She let go finally, as troubled by this admission.

Disturbed for a moment with a sudden feeling of suffocation when I walked through the Arabic arched doorway of the hot room within the Hammam, I nevertheless remained attentive to this conversation which I had overheard a few moments earlier while we were showering and which seemed to want to come alive again.

“Appearances can sometimes be deceiving, but you are right. Submission must always be total to be fully experienced and although you may think that I am an easy girl, it would be futile for me to dare to pretend otherwise. Do you believe me when I say that it is of my own free will that I serve her?” The slave girl finally asked, as she naturally knelt at the feet of this mysterious woman under the dumbfounded eyes of the woman she was talking to.

Then, glancing furtively at her mistress, she seemed to wait for her agreement before continuing in a soft but incredibly determined voice.

 

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“Let me first illustrate my point of view.” Began the slave girl, in order to get all of our attention before going any further in her speech.

“Hedonism, which could sum up the goal of human existence as the pursuit of pleasures, fits perfectly with another of its natural aspirations, freedom. However, it is easy to notice that man has always had a tendency to accept servitude. Also, whether it is imposed or perhaps voluntary, it would be easy to think that by antagonism, this submission is therefore necessarily linked to pain or suffering.

“So, wouldn’t the source of man’s misfortune lie in his inability to be satisfied with material pleasures that would prove to be of little value because they are so short-lived? Unless pleasure, in addition to being natural, must also be a necessary need or risk being considered bad? What then of curiosity or passion which, while not rationally desired, would therefore have the capacity to make him internalize his own servitude by altering his will?

“A happy life would therefore suppose that, after a necessary awareness of his state, the subject works for his emancipation by freeing himself from the yoke of his servitude and sets out in search of new higher objectives such as knowledge, which would thus be an even greater pleasure, capable of satisfying him this time because devoid of any sensitivity?

“I would not claim to be able to answer this vast problem alone. However, although I am not yet convinced that it is absolutely necessary to renounce certain pleasures in order not to suffer, it nevertheless seems to me that the essential thing is that one does not aspire to pleasure by being satisfied with his own submission. It is therefore essential to seek pleasure and freedom without compromise, this is probably how one acquires what one could perhaps define as wisdom.

“This fight is the one I lead, and these marks that I wear are indeed there to remind me every day how the choices we make can turn out to be crucial and sometimes, permanent.

“Here is what I experienced some time ago when I had just arrived in Marseille. I was working on an important IT project for my company when I was the victim of a blackmail that changed the course of my life.

“I’ve never been very modest. All my troubles started after I was being forced to show myself in a clothing store. Then, they quickly became worse when I became the attraction of a night in a private club.

“But while I still saw it as a simple game to which I submitted myself with good grace, it was at this precise moment that I was blackmailed for the first time.

“At first, it was almost with delight that I complied with the erotic games that were imposed on me, and then doubt began to invade me as they became ever more demanding. It may seem strange that we sometimes give in to constraints which, with hindsight, appear to be quite harmless. However, I must also admit that it was curiosity that caused my loss.

“Soon, as if caught in an infernal gear, and carried by my most basic impulses that I began to walk the path of submission. Always playing my desires as one plays an instrument, I constantly discovered new facets of my sexuality while I was exhibited in increasingly erotic parties.

“You may disapprove of my behavior and I understand that in many ways I have crossed the boundaries of propriety while, like a courtesan, I openly indulged in lust.

“It is on this ever more dangerous path that I was made to venture, and although this life of debauchery seemed to me to have no end, I felt that my unstoppable depraved acts would inescapably send me down to hell.

“The tension that precedes the pleasure is sometimes more pleasant than the pleasure itself. It was with a luxury of refinement that I felt it when, when caution should have warned me, I abandoned myself. After a long period of chastity, while the adrenaline pulsing in my veins obscured my reasoning, it was at the height of excitement that two Egyptian servants convinced me to subjugate my pleasure to the Sunnah.

“Sunnah?” insisted suddenly the Arab woman with perplexity as if this sentence was to be a curse.

“That’s right.” She replied firmly.

Then, resuming with more bitterness in the sound of her voice, the slave girl sighed

“…As well as a life freed from need and men.”

Still affected by this response, the woman muttered a few words that no one understood, leaving us quite unable to know if it was admiration or compassion that should be read in the dark look she cast at her so it seemed unlikely that she could have sacrificed herself to such a custom.

However, she calmly continued her story.

“It was only much later that I understood that I had trusted in mirages and that the luxurious jewels with which I had been adorned were in reality only the implacable guardians of my fidelity because, unable to get rid of them, they condemned me to a terrible servitude.

“In an instant, without my even realizing it, my whole life had changed. Also, while I thought that my commitment lead me to be a simple submissive woman, I soon discovered that, much worse, it was my pleasure that was held in slavery.

“I could come and go, I was free in my actions and I could easily run away since nothing was holding me back. But I was also the guardian of my own prison, and now convinced that as long as I was adorned with these damned jewels which I could not get rid of, it would be impossible for me to have a normal life and to satisfy a man. Then, I was content to let myself being turned into some kind of lesbian freak.

“It was only long after she adorned me with this imposing golden collar that I discovered that, in addition to being the symbol of my condition as a slave, it was also chipped.

“How ironic! Considering that more than half of humanity no longer knows how to do without their smartphones, since it is with this same technology that all my actions and gestures were controlled. I was fully aware of displaying myself in all my glory as a slave, of being sometimes despised for it. Do the masses understand they are long wallowing in this same Geo-located digital surveillance under the devious pretext of a hypothetical emergency medical cover or even protection against terrorism? What idiocy when you know that a video-camera will never be able to protect you from such an act.

“While comfortable in her office, my mistress could watch my every move. It is surprising to note that from a simple telephone, a bank card or an internet connection, billions of other slaves in the world are being monitored too, also of their own free will.

“Like me, in the comfort of their gilded prison, they are very quick to take offense at the actions of totalitarian countries, from which they nevertheless do not hesitate to obtain supplies of the means of surveillance that they are developing, on the pretext of their own well-being. Under these conditions, it is even more surprising to notice with those sheep that, although having nothing to hide, their protests are also becoming lower when they know they are being watched. What master could not dream of a better slave like this?

“However, I must admit that even if I could sometimes feel pleasure in being spanked, I was always deeply upset to have to ask my mistress to punish me.

“Despite my commitment, while I was being trained in my new status as a luxury escort, I slowly understood that, far from assuming my fantasies through those of the one who dominated me as I had imagined, I had quite simply been recruited by a criminal organization to be one of their best examples.

“It took me some time to understand that this computer portal project was only a decoy, probably to deceive the curiosity of international intelligence agencies. These networks are difficult to define because they are based on the brotherhood of their members. So, by dividing their actions to the extreme and by multiplying the intermediaries it is almost impossible to identify their social-networking interactions when they only trade debts and receivables.

“All digital surveillance being illusory, in the face of the violence of their methods they can prosper quietly since their security is based on the trust they have within their group. My mistress may have been just a cog or an important member of a ruling family yet, although she always displayed me as her pet, I couldn’t even accurately describe the activities I got involved in.

“But sorry, I’m failing in all my duties because I neglected to introduce you to Irina, or rather Mistress Irina,” she said with an amused smile, while giving her a knowing wink.

“She’s lovely when her small tits quiver in the shower, but she’s also very seductive in her police first lieutenant parade uniform!”

The small assembly was suddenly silent, as if surprised by this astonishing revelation. Then, as if satisfied with its effect, she resumed.

“You should never trust appearances because the facts do not always have the meaning that you would like them to have. But this can only be perceived once we made the effort to emerge from the pleasant lethargy in which we let ourselves be lulled and once you take the risk of discovering by yourself what is kept hidden. This process is long and difficult, but it is at this price that we can discern the real meaning of things and the truth.

“Thus, while she was still only a cadet at the police academy, it was she who, during an operation carried out by Interpol, was able to free me from this prostitution network for which I didn’t even know I was working for and whose Eastern European roots extended throughout the Middle East.

“With a disconcerting skill, the one who employed me during the day to build her an ultra-secure website, but who was also the succubus who tormented my nights, was one of the essential parts. Maybe things could have turned out differently if I had been a little less carefree? But the facts are this way, and while my naivety worked against me, it was by dint of persuasion and sometimes of constraints that she was able to take advantage of my fears, my desires and the whole range of my feelings to better make me fall into the trap she had set for me.

“From our first meeting my fate could have been sealed, as it was so easy for her to make me disappear from a city that I barely knew. However, as a predator sometimes plays with a prey that knows it is doomed, she took pleasure in betraying me, slowly abusing me, and constantly pushing me to realize my darkest fantasies. Regularly encouraged on this path, it was only when she handed me over to her organization that I finally understood that I became one of the actresses of the website myself that I had developed for her, so innocently.

“It was then that I met Irina, when I was wearing myself out like other girls training in the Swiss mountains on the pretext of testing some mock medical protocols.

“For months already, she had been working discreetly undercover in an analysis laboratory where, on the occasion of a few health examinations, the girls selected by this mafia were identified and taken care of before being, for the luckiest, shipped around the world as sex slaves to wealthy clients.

“Chance, for once happy, wanted me to be at the origin of the completion of her first investigation. Also, as these scars on my shoulder and arm can attest, the price I had to pay for my own freedom was quite high. But that’s also why, thanks to her, I can tell you my story today, and for that, I will be eternally grateful to her.

“So, after recovering from my wounds somewhere on the shores of the Black Sea, away from the depravity of the world, to thank her for her help, I promised her that one day, when we meet again, I would gladly allow her to feel how pleasant and rewarding it is to be my mistress.

“This is what I am working on today with kindness while making her discover the charms of the Hammam for the very first time.

 

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An awkward silence fell over the small room, barely disturbed by the sound of the bath water.

However, while she had remained strangely silent until now, “Mistress” Irina suddenly resumed the conversation on her own.

“Still unconvinced, are you?”

Looking at all the perplexity on our faces, Irina continued.

“Could freedom be much more difficult to live than submission?”

Having instantly caught everyone’s attention, she calmly went on.

“A few years ago, when I was still a student, I was initiated by a woman.

“At the time, I was finishing my sophomore year of a bachelor’s degree and, on the occasion of a university exchange, I had gone to Spain. There, far from the noise of the city, I found accommodation with the locals, in a small village on the Costa Bianca.

“I was still very young and scatterbrained, and although the tourist season had barely begun, I was reluctantly preparing to return home. A few days before my departure, while I was returning from an evening party like only the Spaniards are capable of animating, an insane idea lit up my mind. The night was mild, and as the full moon reverberated on the calm waters of the swimming pool, I was seized by an irrepressible urge to swim. It was late, and the whole neighborhood sounded asleep, so without the slightest apprehension, I undressed and dove into the cool water.

“I’ve never been modest. However, that night was the first time I finally dared to cross the boundaries of what I considered to be reasonable at the time. Gently carried by the choppy water, I was lounging on my back, my eyes lost in the stars. All my senses were fully awake now. Never before I had felt such a feeling of freedom. Thus, the slightest rustle of leaves in the surrounding trees or the barking of a dog in the distance made me shiver as I feared that my little adventure would be discovered.

“I would have liked to stay in the water indefinitely, lulled by this nocturnal torpor, when suddenly the flash of a cigarette being lit tore the night apart. My blood froze. Before I could react, a voice called out.

“Don’t worry, it’s just me,” the voice said.

“I immediately recognized my landlady while, with a powerful stroke, I took refuge against the edge of the basin.

“The container ship my husband is working on is stuck somewhere in New Zealand. He just called. That’s why I’m up in the middle of the night!” She continued.

“Despite my confusion, we talked for a long time, discussing about sailors and her man whom she rarely saw, her country, my studies and my ambitions. After a few minutes that felt like hours, almost motionless in the water, I could feel the cold seeping through me and my limbs going numb. Incredibly talkative, she seemed to enjoy my embarrassment when I dared not get out of the bath which nevertheless was freezing me to the bone.

“In the dark, she showed me a broad smile when she finally got up and disappeared into the house. But being barely out of the water, her presence surprised me again when she promptly handed me the towel she had gone inside to get.

“It’s time for me to stop torturing you.” She said. “You must be modest and I believe you’re naked!” She then amused herself by pointing it out to me.

“Destabilized for a while, I was quite unable to perceive how her remark was ironic while barely dried, I contented myself to wrap my hair in the towel which was too small for me anyway to wear as a sarong.

“Oh, being stripped down to my birthday suit is nothing compared to how the victims of the Inquisition were treated.” I replied bluntly while as if out of bravado, I joined her under the patio that she had just lit up now.

“I know that with several of your fellow students you recently went to visit the torture museum of El Castell de Guadalest…”

“Do you believe that it is with such refinement that you will succeed in extracting a few confessions from me?” I was kidding, but that’s what I asked her.

“More surprised by my answer than by my casual attitude, her face lit up for a moment before she insisted.

“The best road may not be the most direct. In love, for example, pleasure and pain are intimately linked, aren’t they?”

“Reading the puzzlement on my face, she continued

“Perhaps you are still quite naive and too inexperienced to figure it out on your own?”

“What do you mean?”

“Look at yourself. You are young, beautiful and life is smiling at you, yet I can feel you are experiencing discomfort to be standing like this in front of me!”

“She had just hit the bull’s eye. I had never exposed myself in this way, and despite the embarrassment I felt, an indescribable desire pushed me to continue, as if it was natural.

“My husband is at the far end of the world, and the days here are very monotonous. Be my guest, stay here for a while, all summer if you want because it is without any violence that I’ll prove you’re wrong. Pleasure, or why not, its lack will be my sole weapon. I dare you to resist the sweet torture I have in store for you. I’m pretty sure that soon, it will be so unbearable, you will beg me to stop. Then, when you least expect, it is with eagerness that you will finally abandon me what you hold dearest!”

“Are you challenging me?”

“Absolutely! Because if you take up the gauntlet, tomorrow you’ll only be wearing sandals, a hat and sunscreen.”

“Of course, the rest of my night was hectic as I still tried to figure out the contours of the trap into which I had just thrown myself headlong. What else could I do anyway, since giving up the opportunity was now out of the question?

“In the early morning, she came to take my suitcase, which she locked in a closet in her bedroom. She then gave me a list of my tasks for the day.

“Although she assured me that everything that would happen here would stay between the two of us, the first hours of this new life made me extremely nervous. This pleasant feeling of freedom that I was discovering was far from natural and electrified all my senses. My host was already amused by it, she who, on the lookout for the slightest of my gestures, did not fail to correct me each time I mechanically tried to preserve a little modesty.

“At the end of the day, I felt exhausted as it had been so trying for me. Also, it was almost natural that I showered in the garden near the swimming pool now that the bathroom was off limits to me.

“Whereas I was now denied privacy, I still stood there relaxing under the hot water while I could see her busying herself under the patio. But it was hopeless and my tension was quick to climb a notch when she called out to me.

“She reveled in my embarrassment because although the tank of the solar shower had been empty for a long time I was still desperately trying to recompose myself under the cool water that was now flowing. Stunned, I quickly joined her under the pergola, but instead of drying myself off, it was on the bath towel she had just placed on the coffee table that she invited me to lie down.

“I immediately understood the meaning of her first words of the morning. She wanted me to take advantage of the opportunity to get a full tan.

“She was already having fun with my confusion while with my hands on my ankles, I tried my best to show her the secrets of my privates which she mischievously smeared with soapy foam. My blood began to boil when she finally presented me with the barber’s straight razor she had prepared.

“Paralyzed, almost in an ecstatic state of submission, I left her busying between my wide opened thighs. I let out a gasp when her soap-covered hands touched my nether lips for the first time. But that was nothing compared to the fear of the blade I had while it was gently sliding on my soft skin, dispossessing me of my pussy hair. She was even amused by my stunning obedience while without trying to protest, I contorted myself to offer my privates even better to her razor.

“Lost, disillusioned, I was slowly sinking and despite my embarrassment, I ended up relaxing a little while she was still busy erasing the last traces of thatch on my pubic mound. My eyes were cloudy and with the palms of my hands against my face, I struggled to contain my emotions while after rinsing myself, I felt her fingers massaging my sensitive ridge with a soothing balm.

“You were already beautiful, I just made you look great. What do you think?” She asked.

“I almost choked when, opening my eyes, my gaze fell on the mirror she had placed between my wide open legs. Far from being a little girl again as I thought, I was immediately struck by the vision of femininity exposed so shamelessly. The delicate pink tint of my intimate lips contrasted radically with the whiteness of my skin.

“I’m a little surprised to see that you’re still a virgin!” She said mockingly.

“How could I answer her with my sex was brazenly displayed before her? At the height of my embarrassment, far from being unaffected by her attention, my nether lips were swollen and my hardened clitoris burned with a desire that was impossible for me to relieve. As if reading my mind, she continued.

“Have you ever masturbated?”

“I blushed. Too embarrassed to answer her question verbally, I contented myself with answering in the affirmative with a simple nod.

“How often?”

“Closing my eyes again, I knew that I could not answer her truthfully, that sometimes I had to do it several times a day as it was difficult for me to control my sexuality. Capturing my attention again, she insisted more firmly.

“Answer the question! How often?”

“No!” I said, exasperated that she wanted to tear from me such an intimate secret.

“That’s very good. Since you’re a good girl, I’ll take care to keep you away from indulging in this lone pleasure.”

“This last remark intrigued me throughout the evening when constantly assailed by new sensations, it already seemed understood that my newly shaved sex had become the center of my universe.

“It was at bedtime that suddenly my question found its terrible answer when once in her room, I helped her undo one of the twin beds that was there and that was intended for me.

“In the darkness of the room, she could sleep soundly while my whole being was devoured by a desire that I could not appease. Totally exposed on this layer which she had taken care to make me remove the covers, I already regretted not having confessed to her what she had easily guessed. Also, although it had been so easy for me to appease this fire which had been lit in me and which was burning between my thighs, I knew that it was now impossible for me to abandon myself to it without being immediately discovered.

“Despite my tiredness, I couldn’t fall asleep as I already felt unable to face this new reality. I remained thus for a long time, meditating on this challenge which I had so imprudently taken up and at the end of this first day, how much I was already afraid of facing her reactions if in addition I had to confess my own weaknesses to her.

“The next day, I woke up alone. It didn’t take long for me to regain my senses. Also, although my sleep had been haunted by erotic dreams, it was with an unpleasant feeling of relief that I straightened the sheet on which I had just spent the night.

“Something had just changed, though. Now that I was more involved in this challenge, I was almost surprised to find that my rival was too. For the first time since my arrival, we had the opportunity to do our gymnastics both naked in the morning freshness. Surprisingly, despite my apprehension about exposing myself, her presence reassured me. It was only after we had refreshed ourselves for a long time in the swimming pool, when she had put on a simple long dress, I fully regained consciousness of my condition, as if it were necessary for her to remind it to me.

“The days passed and we undertook to repaint all the woodwork of the house. Without being painful, my daily activities alternated, from morning to evening, between household chores in the hot hours or painting and gardening in the cooler hours. Her touch had also become more familiar to me and although I was still disturbed by it, my apprehension was already lessened when she offered to help me apply suntan lotion.

“Insidiously, as I got used to this new form of freedom, her embrace had become more noticeable as I felt her claws close around me. Despite my reluctance, while she always took care that I remained smooth, she had monopolized my privacy and it was now with good grace that after bathing her, I let her obediently take care of my own washing.

“Did she anticipate the feelings she lit in me? I may never know, however, she gladly let me curl up against her, one evening when my desire was a little stronger than usual. Many times I would have liked to give up this stupid challenge, and indulge in this simple solitary pleasure. However, then I should have confessed my defeat to her at the very minute I would have felt overwhelmed by the sexual relief I was now craving for.

“So, this is how without even realizing it, I started to satisfy her. Still a virgin, I had never been with a woman either and it was awkward that I ventured against her delicate curves. My whole body was buzzing with desire and despite the stakes of this challenge, I had the wild hope that by satisfying her she would eventually allow me to cum. However, night after night, while with a now expert tongue, I had pushed her several times beyond ecstasy, she always liked to embrace me and hold me against her, my face smeared with her love juices, leaving me cruelly unsatisfied each time.

“Everything in me was upset and my certainties had become anxiety as the inextinguishable desire that was burning in me was altering my reasoning. One evening, when after several weeks of effort, we had just finished our painting work, she decided it was time to take advantage of the summer. So, after taking special care to shave me, she opened her dressing room and asked me to find something simple to go out. I’ve always been taller than most girls my age too. After a few unsuccessful attempts, I finally put on a light summer dress that came up to mid-thigh.

“Her house was secluded from the main road tucked away in the hills, and as we walked down the little dirt road into the village I felt like I was coming back to life. With incredible acuity, my head spun with the noises, the smells of the city and above all of this pleasant feeling of warmth which went up along my body when the wind from the sea rushed through the alleys that we crossed.

“We had a good time in a small restaurant on the church square where she invited me to discover the Esgarraet, a local culinary specialty, accompanied by a little white wine. The atmosphere was festive. After finishing our meal, we strolled through the streets on the road to the beach.

“Towards the end of the evening, we sat for a long time on a public bench to enjoy the fresh air coming in off the sea while observing with a distracted eye, the spectacle of the moon rising over the Mediterranean Sea. She asked me if I appreciated the transformations she had initiated in me and if I had noticed how much in a few weeks she had molded me into an object of desire, how mentioning eyes of the whole restaurant had been focused on me.

“This sudden remark intrigued me, but I instantly realized how immodest my attitude could be, now that the folds of fabric, largely reassembled on my hips, revealed the curve of my legs. Slowly, she then invited me to put one foot on the bench while she continuing to raise the hem of my garment until the delicate folds of my pussy lips were fully exposed. A pleasant knowing smile lit up her face and then, placing a hand against my sex, she began a long and inevitable massage of my sensitive ridge.

“With an imperceptible movement of my hips, I slowly arched myself against the backrest. My breath shortened as I felt that I was soon to be overwhelmed by pleasant waves of pleasure. Closing my eyes, I was already beginning to lose myself in delight over her fingers, when suddenly she stopped, snatching a long gasp of frustration from me. She stayed for a moment with her hand against my swollen pussy lips, feeling my clit pulsate with desire. I wanted for her to finish me, however, still playing with me, she was content to bring her fingers to my mouth still smeared with my own juices.

“Perhaps you are ready now?” My contestant asked, now amused by my weakness and how I was close to losing her challenge.

“My humiliation must have been total and while an immense feeling of shame inflamed my cheekbones, I nevertheless reveled in the sweet and salty flavors of my privates. It was time for me to accept defeat and, like a vanquished warrior preparing to march through Rome, I confidently let the straps of my dress slide across my shoulders. I abandoned the garment negligently at her feet.

“Do you surrender?” She asked me, surprised by my sudden bravado.

“Come on, let’s go home, it’s a victory parade that I’m offering you.”

“Amused by my promise, she picked up my clothes and threw them in a trash can before giving me the sign of departure with a friendly slap on my buttocks.

“Although the village was small, I was somewhat disoriented by the night. I had no choice but to turn to go back to where we had come from. At this late hour, the streets had emptied, however, it was under the sometimes surprised, sometimes amused looks of the few passers-by that we encountered that I headed with anguish towards the small square where we had dined. There, seated on the terraces of the cafes, a few small groups still ate, drank or sometimes danced to the sound of the Sound Systems.

“I was surprisingly discreet when came in the middle of this crowd, but in a few moments the situation changed and soon I was the center of attention. A small crowd quickly formed around me as I continued to move forward while smartphones flashes now crackled everywhere. Lost in the multitude I would soon be overwhelmed, however, far from having to fight to make my way, I quickly discovered that a simple smile could disarm even the bravest when I sometimes felt adventurous hands sliding on me.

“Driven by the number, I even took a few Macarena steps under the amused gaze of my hostess. But, soon alerted by bluish flashes that seemed to want to get closer to the square, it was with incredible firmness that she took my hand and we slipped away into the maze of small adjoining streets.

“I never thought I could ever indulge in such an exhibition. However, now that we were walking peacefully up the dirt road towards the house, although I was still disturbed by what I had just experienced, I felt almost proud of having had the courage to push my limits in this way. So, still troubled by my incredible performance, I was slowly coming to my senses when, still vibrating with an indescribable pleasure, she hugged me around the waist when we had just entered under the patio. With an adventurous hand, she was not long in discovering how much my hardened nipples had drawn up on my chest and while she held me, I felt the heat of her other hand, sliding on my hairless mound, gently exploring the wetness of my privates.

“You have incredible potential. Congratulations on that, it was breathtaking. You really charmed the night.”

“I already felt myself melting under her expert caresses, but when I would have liked this moment to last a little longer, she resumed speaking.

“I’m still unsatisfied. What else would you have to offer me?” she whispered to me while with a firm gesture she invited me to lie down on the garden bed on the terrace.

“While a short time ago I liked to stay naked all evening with her, I anxiously heard her busying herself in a trunk under the cupboard while I took off my sandals and leaned back, feet on the mattress.

“Silence had returned, and I could feel her presence next to me, her warm breath slowly creeping up my legs, against my stomach and then over my breasts quivering with desire. Suddenly, even though it was impossible for me to distinguish it visually, I felt the disturbing coolness of a strap-on dildo, with which she had adorned herself. I felt it gently creeping between the folds of my overexcited sex.

“It was at this precise moment that I understood how much she had stripped me of my defenses. Very gently and over the course of several weeks she had overcome my will. On the threshold of ecstasy, she counted now that I surrender completely. She was already firmly keeping my hands on the pillow when she whispered to me, in a soft voice.

“Don’t you think it’s time to give me my reward?”

“Then, as if it was still necessary, she insisted again.

“Remember, what you hold most dear!”

“Instinctively, my legs embraced her waist. I was powerless to free myself from her embrace. Then, it was at the height of excitement that suddenly, my feet pressed firmly against her loins and instantly I felt the thick rod invading me completely. While arching my head back, then was in a flash of pain. I finally let out a long gasp of indescribable pleasure.

 

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A pleasant smile lit up Irina’s face before she met the astonished gaze of the North African descent woman she was talking to, who remained stunned, speechless. Satisfied with her story, with a delicate gesture she lifted the chin of her submissive who had remained the entire time quietly at her feet, before continuing.

“In her own way she had always remained faithful to her husband and she had never betrayed him with another man. However, at the end of the summer, when her boat was only a few days from the port of Valence, I decided that it was time for me to put an end to this pleasant adventure and it is with regret that I left the one who had made me a woman.”

Pausing, she lost her gaze in the bluish eyes of this slave girl on her knees. She gave her back a knowing smile, before her mistress concluded.

“That night, I was perfectly free to move and yet, she will remain forever engraved in me as the one who gave meaning to my existence. She made me discover that freedom isn’t free.”

 

 

 

 

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