Fetish

When I first met Mercedes, she had black, curly hair that came to the small of her back. She was into body piercing and lots of black make-up; you know, that sexy goth-chick look. She had her tongue, nose, labret, eyebrow, bellybutton, and each nipple pierced with a barbell. Mercedes wore lots of black eyeliner, so her gorgeous eyes stuck out; and of course, black lipstick, but there was a medium-sized red stripe in the middle of her lips that accentuated exactly how pouty her lips were. And she always wore this one charm around her neck: a dragon with its mouth open and in it was a pentagram. She sort-of commanded people’s attention, including myself.

Mercedes was about five feet and two inches tall, and I’d say about a healthy one hundred thirty pounds, with curves in all the right places. She had full abundant breasts, and an adorable little belly which all led to perfectly shaped thighs. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on, and I knew from the moment I saw her, that I had to have her. She lit a fire in me simply by looking at me.

I guess I should explain “me”, huh; tell you a little about myself? I mean, here I am describing this Aphrodite…I know you’re probably wondering what I look like. Well, I am not so bad myself, either, I mean, I’d fuck myself. I am five feet five inches tall, and about one hundred twenty-five pounds. I have sky blue eyes; pale white as porcelain skin; and long, wavy red hair. Like I said, I am one hot little bombshell, if I do say so myself. I guess I knew this day was going to be special: I was dressed to kill, wearing a shorter-than-short, plaid, school-girl-type mini skirt, without panties (feeling sexy, what can I say?), and a black leather shirt that barely covered my breasts and simply tied in the back.

We met each other on a bus; I was sitting across from her. She was wearing a pair of knee-high black combat boots that laced up all the way, with a pair of big, baggy bondage pants (black, of course), and wore a tight, black wife-beater, that accentuated her perfect breasts very well. Like I said, she made me hot, just by looking at her. I noticed her looking at my legs, and not trying to hide it. So, I opened them, very deliberately, revealing that I didn’t have panties on, and also that I shaved. She cocked this sexy little thuggish smile that made the place between my thighs grow moist. Then she rose to exit the bus and I instinctively followed her at a distance.

Every few feet, she would look back to make sure I was still there, and seductively smile. I would then wink in return, knowing what was going to happen.

Finally, we reached what I assumed was her estate. It was a gated, three-story house with beautiful grounds, including a magnificent fountain in the courtyard. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She lived here?! She unlocked the gate…and left it open, looking behind and winking at me, as I had done to her. I let out a schoolgirl giggle at her clever switch of things, and took her invitation.

As we entered the house, there was a staircase directly in front of the foyer. She went right up the staircase, and I followed. But I was so caught up in looking around at this luxurious house as I was following her, that I didn’t see which room she went into. As I walked down the hall, looking at closed doors, wondering which one this mysterious and beautiful girl went into, something caught my eye.

Suddenly, I saw a door that said “Mercedes” on it in Gothic lettering. Since it was the only door with anything on it, I guessed. Her door was left open, partially, another invitation. Inside, the walls were painted blood red and there were pagan ritual items mounted on them: a chalice, pentacle, sword, athame, etc. The entire room was done gothic, but simple. Nothing was there that did not serve a purpose: A bed, a dresser, and a bookcase (filled with books). All of her furniture was either red or black. I fell in love with her room instantly, but I especially loved her bed. It was black, rot iron canopy that had a black headboard and iron posts. Draped over the canopy were sheer dark red and black fabrics, and her bed clothes were matching black and red as well. As I walked into her room, I could see her sitting on her bed; I must have taken longer than I thought to find her room because she had changed rather quickly.

She was sitting with her legs propped up and opened; and wearing nothing but a hooded black velvet rode (with the hood down), a pair of black lace thongs, and of course, her charm. In her hand, she held a dragon-handled dagger right in front of her lace-covered pussy, with the blade barely covering anything. She smirked and motioned for me to come in.

I smiled a little shyly and began to walk slowly towards her as I said, “You must be Mercedes.”

“I am,” she said. “And you, Princess, are…”

“Heather.” I said and blushed a little as I always do whenever I say my name.

“And is there any particular reason why you followed me home today, Heather?” she asked and smiled knowingly.

I knew she only asked because she wanted to see me squirm; I decided I would bite.

“Because I can’t seem to keep my eyes off of you.” I replied in a how-about-that tone of voice.

“Good. Let’s see if you can keep your lips away from me.” She said.

“Which ones?” I asked teasingly as I moved towards her beautiful mouth.

I kissed her softly, tasting her for the first time. I was an instant addict. I moved my hand to reach up and run it through her onyx hair that flowed down her back. She kissed me in return, softly at first, then with increasing intensity and passion. She took the dagger she had been holding and began cutting off my clothing. I was so into her, I could not have cared any less. I was that hot for her.

She grabbed me by my hair, hard and turned my around so that my back was to her. The next thing I knew, a silk scarf was blindfolding me. She pushed me down on the bed and I lay there, not knowing what to expect, but that I would love every minute of it. I felt the tip of the dagger being dragged across my skin firmly…everywhere.

“You see, Heather,” she said in her extremely carnal voice, “there is only a subtle difference between pain and pleasure if you learn to embrace the two.”

She pulled the blade across every crevice and contour of my skin, the tingle of the sharpened point being scratched across my flesh was liberating. The blade was dragged down my arms, around my breasts, down my stomach, each of my legs, and she even turned me over to do it down the back of my neck, spine, butt, and the back of my legs. I felt more free there, with her having her way with me, subject to her will, than ever before.

While I was still blindfolded, I felt my wrists being handcuffed to what I assumed was her bedposts. Then she pulled me by my hair again, and turned my head with it, and bit the fleshy part of my neck fiercely.

As she did this, she whispered into my ear, “I want to taste you.”

My moan was my answer. She began to kiss her way down my neck and chest to my breasts, sucking and nibbling on them, at first gently, then a little harder. With her black, sharp nails, she scratched my stomach, and then kissed where she had scratched as if to soothe the ache. I reveled in not being able to see what she was going to do next and only going on my sense of touch, it being amplified by her advances.

Without warning, I felt her push open my legs with both of her hands at the same time. The heat of her mouth breathed heavily on my pussy, and I could feel her tongue begin to stroke my clit. My fist fought against the handcuffs. They were real, alright, they wouldn’t budge. I loved it: her going down on me, and me being blindfolded and restrained. She started to play with my clit more and more, sucking it and flicking her tongue against it. She slid a finger inside me while she was still sucking my clit; I let out a loud moan as I started to move my hips to the same rhythm, as she fingered me.

“Yeah baby, I like that.” Mercedes moaned. “I like it when you grind your pussy in my face. Mmm…I want you to fuck my face.”

I shoved my whole pussy in her face and she continued to go at it, fucking me with her finger, and sucking my clit. Suddenly she ripped off the blindfold in a fit of passion. She had a seven-inch dick strapped to her crotch, looked up at me, and bit her lower lip. She kissed me and I could taste myself in her mouth.

As I kissed her, I moaned into her mouth, “I want you to fuck me.”

As she entered me, she whispered into my ear, “You want me to fuck you like this, Mami? You like the way I feel inside you?”

“Yeah, I like that, Poppi,” I moaned in return while arching my back to meet her thrusts, “I like the way you fuck me.”

We were going at it like animals now, fucking fierce and deep. She slapped my ass hard, and the tremendous difference between pain and pleasure sent me over the edge. I felt my insides fly out of my skin and my body quivered all over. All the stars in the Milky Way flashed before my eyes and I was out of my skin, out of the world, out of this universe…just for a few moments.

Mercedes sat back and removed the strap-on and her underwear. With a sadistic smile on her face, she started to touch herself. She started at her lips, then traced down between each breast, but not before stopping to caress each one. I fought against the handcuffs I was still in. “Ok, come on now, we had our fun with the handcuffs, but enough is enough, “I thought to myself. “This is too much. I can’t sit here and watch her do this and not be able to touch her.” I started to get mad. The closer she got to her pussy, the more pissed I was that it was her hand and not my mouth.

She started playing with her pussy with her right hand; her left index finger going in and out of her mouth, toying with it…and me. Her ‘playing’ became a little more serious. She let her head fall to the side and started to rub her clit more rhythmically. Her hips began to grind against her hand. She started to moan, and took her finger out of her mouth to run it through her hair. She bit her lower lip and smirked at me while she continued to rub her clit to get herself off. She knew what she was doing to me.

I was more than mad at this point, I was beyond pissed. I pulled every ounce of strength I had to fight against those handcuffs…I had to taste her, to touch her, to have her for myself. But those goddamned handcuffs would not budge!

Mercedes started to finger herself, putting a finger inside and wriggling it around in circles. As she did this, she moaned even louder, and I could tell she was close. She bucked her hips against the bed and half-moaned, half-screamed a couple times, then withdrew.

She asked in her very seductive voice, “You want to taste?”

I lunged forward, forgetting I was still handcuffed. She put her finger in my mouth, and I sucked her finger damn near dry, flicking my tongue at the end of it. I was so mad at her for not letting me do it; but I was glad I at least got to taste her…fucking tease. She looked up at me and a knowing smile began to spread across her face.

Then she reached up across me and undid the handcuffs.

“Oh, now you want to undo the handcuffs?!” I asked incredulously. “You couldn’t have undone them before all that? I could’ve…”

“Maybe I didn’t want your help,” she interrupted. “Maybe I just wanted you to watch.” She replied and kissed me softly.

I wrapped my arms around her and we lie there, in each other’s arms. She said she had the house to herself for the next week, and we spent the whole week together. Except for the times when we had to, we never got out of bed. At the end of the week, I left the house totally and completely enchanted.