MistressKiss
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The Audition
She laced her fingers together, leaning back in the seat, watching him. He had such a strong stage presence, an air about him that emoted confidence and style. In her years of performing in the community, they had not crossed paths before. But in the weeks of rehearsing this production, she had grown to respect his acting abilities. He was very talented. She smiled slightly to herself. And, he was very attractive.
She looked at him on the stage. He wore all black. She noticed that the cut of his pants was just right, and his black shirt was unbuttoned to the perfect point. He wore a beard, jet black and perfectly trimmed. She found herself wondering if it was the soft or prickly kind. His eyes…there was something about his eyes, too…something that commanded respect and one knew that in a conflict, he would be a man to be reckoned with.
They hadn’t talked much. They didn’t have a scene together in the play, and she had not ventured to get to know him. She just admired him from afar. Still fresh from romantic heartaches, she told herself that she needed some time before she became involved with someone again. Although, seeing this man certainly prompted her to give that decision a second thought. Yet she was not the type to make her feelings known. She would not approach him, and he hadn’t shown any signs of advancing toward her.
Rehearsal finally ended, and the cast said their good-byes. She started home, and remembered that she needed milk and bread. Pulling into the parking lot of the grocery store, she reached down to pick up her purse and found it wasn’t there. “Damn,” she thought. She leaned her head back on the seat and realized she had left it at the theater. She quickly put the car in gear and drove back to the building. It was dark, and there was only one car left there – a deep maroon Lexus. It didn’t look familiar. She went to the door, wondering if it would be unlocked, and found that her luck was holding. The door opened.
She entered the foyer, and started into the auditorium. It was dark, except for a tiny light onstage. She paused to let her eyes adjust to the darkness, and smiled as she realized how perfect the set looked. There was a jail scene, and they had somehow gotten use of an actual section of a cell, with a moving door. It even had jailer’s keys, and was in perfect working order. She didn’t see her purse in the seats where she had been sitting, and thought perhaps she had left it backstage. She walked up the steps and onto the stage, then paused, looking around the stage again, forgetting her original purpose for returning to the theater. She had always loved the feeling of being onstage, ever since she was a child. She breathed in deeply, and closed her eyes for just a moment, releasing some of the stress of the day. But something startled her, and her eyes flashed open, just in time to see movement in the shadows. Her heart raced as a figure began to emerge from the darkness, and then it beat even faster when she realized – it was him.
“You’re back,” he said, his deep voice resounded with the passion of a confident man.
“Yes, I…” she stammered. “I left my purse here, I think. But I don’t see it…,” she began, looking around. He reached onto a chair and produced the missing bag. “Oh, thank you! You found it!” she exclaimed. He smiled at her, and she felt warmth spreading all over her body.
“Yes,” he replied. “I just tried to call your cell phone and tell you to come back for it. I found your number on the cast list, but alas…your purse rang!” he said, grinning at her. They both laughed. “I don’t think you have missed any other calls.” She smiled brightly at him.
“Thank you so much for trying though,” she said. He was looking deeply into her eyes, and his stare made her a bit nervous. Still, she was comfortable with him somehow – there was just something…something in his eyes. She extended her hand. “I’m Alex…Alex Garlow.” He reached for her hand, and she found it soft, yet his grip was firm and commanding.
“I’m Peter Manning. It is a pleasure…” he smiled, pausing. “A great pleasure to meet you.” He hesitated for a moment, and she knew he had a question on the tip of his tongue.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Alex…such a masculine name,” he said.
“Short for Alexandra,” she said, laughing.
“Ahh, now that is much better,” he replied. He walked behind and around her, looking her over as if he was considering a purchase. She felt as if he was circling his prey. “Alexandra is much more feminine. I like women who act like women. Do you mind if I call you ‘Alexandra’ then?”
“Not at all,” she whispered, watching his movements. Her attraction to him was beginning to center between her legs. He stopped directly in front of her and faced her. He focused his eyes on hers and spoke.
“You are a beautiful woman, Alexandra.” She gasped slightly and smiled.
“Well…thank you very much,” she said quietly.
“I have been watching you throughout the rehearsals. You are quite a proficient actress.”
“And I have been watching you. I was just thinking this evening what an incredible actor you are. You are mesmerizing,” she smiled. He looked up at her, his face serious.
“I have a role…an interesting role…I wonder if you might like to audition for it,” he stated.
“Oh? Are you doing a play?” she asked. He smiled, looking away for a moment.
“More of an interesting scene,” he said, the grin still playing across his face. I think you would be perfect for it.”
“Tell me more,” she said. He sat at the end of the couch on stage, looking at her seriously.
“Can you stay here for a while, and allow me to judge your abilities?” he asked.
“Of course,” she said confidently. “I would be happy to.” He sat still for a moment.
“My manner in auditioning is a bit different than most,” he began. “You will have to trust me…and my methods,” he said, his head down slightly, but looking up into her eyes. “Can you do that?”
“Yes,” she said quietly. “I am strangely comfortable with you, Peter. Now, what would you like me to do?” He sat still for a moment, a sly smile beginning to play on his face, then he stood abruptly.
“I want you to react naturally. This is very important, Alexandra. Only say what you would in real life. I will keep the scene going. You just react. Alright?”
“Sure! Sounds great!” He smiled at her once more, and then walked offstage, talking as he strolled behind the curtains.
“Just sit on the couch, and I’ll begin in a few moments,” he called.
“Alright,” she said, sitting down. She waited. And waited. Just as she was about to call out to him, she felt a hand over her mouth and a knife at her throat. She jumped, startled, and her scream was stifled. But as she looked at her attackers hands, she realized it was Peter. React, she thought. She attempted to scream again, but the sounds didn’t project.
“Shut up, bitch! Be still!” he said angrily. She felt him run the knife on her throat, the steel blade freezing cold. She shivered, and felt chills rising all over her body. He ran it further down her chest, then used it to flick the nipples under her shirt. She was shocked to suddenly feel a strong pulsing between her legs, and had no desire to stop him. Actually, she wanted him to continue. For a second, she questioned her desires, but then determined that she did not want to be out of his grip.
“Nice,” he said. “If you do as I say, you won’t be hurt. Don’t disappoint me…” he whispered. “Unbutton your blouse…NOW!” he demanded. She began to unbutton it, her hands shaking, and she struggled with a few of them. She wondered just how far he was going to take this scene, but at the moment, she was too aroused to care. She closed her eyes for a second, so conscious of her heartbeat, and decided that she would trust him. Her blouse was open now, and he spoke again.
“Undo the bra…” he said, and she hesitated slightly. “DO IT!” he bellowed. She reached behind her and unhooked the clasp. He used the knife to life the bra off of her breasts, and began running the tip of the knife over her nipples. “MMMmmm…” he said. “Very nice, and they are getting quite hard.” He looked up at her and smiled evilly. “You like this, don’t you?” he whispered. She was not sure if she was acting or telling the truth when she nodded her head. “Good…” he said, flicking the knife harder on her breasts. “Unbutton your skirt and let it fall.” She did as she was told, and he pulled her shirt and bra off, still pressing the knife against her breast. He looked down and realized that all she had on underneath her skirt was black thigh-high stockings. There were no panties.
“You little slut,” he seethed. “You were just waiting to be fucked, weren’t you?” She didn’t move. She had forgotten completely about the fact that she didn’t wear panties. She rarely did away from the office, and today was no exception. She had another secret. She knew she was completely wet, and she still didn’t know how far he would go. She felt the urge to run, and knew she should act on her natural impulses. She struggled to get away from him, but it was useless. He was strong, and he had a good grip on her. “No, bitch,” he said forcefully. “I’m going to give you just what you want.” He reached into her hair and pulled hard, leading her to the jail cell. He threw her inside, then slammed the door. The terror was now apparent on her face. He smiled at her and said, “You can scream all you want. No one is around to hear. She watched him move behind a chair and pick up some rope. “Get up against the bars!” She did not dare disobey him.
She leaned against the bars, and he barked orders to her. She was to put her hands up above her head. She felt the ropes tying her to the cell, pulling tightly against her flesh. He forced her to spread her legs and they were tied wide apart. Then he entered the cell, standing for a moment and admiring his work. He walked closer to her, extending the knife. Beginning at her forehead, he ran it down her face, over her cheeks and chin, down her neck. He then circled it around her nipples, pressing hard. She was afraid he was about to puncture her skin. His mouth moved to her nipple and sucked it, pulling it with his mouth, biting until the sensation was both pain and pleasure. She moaned loudly.
“You like it, bitch?” She didn’t respond. “ANSWER ME!” he yelled, and she immediately whispered to him.
“Yes…” she said, barely audible.
“What did you say?” he angrily replied.
“Yes…” she said, a bit louder. He shoved the knife to her throat and threatened her.
“You will call me ‘Sir’…do you understand?” She nodded and spoke quickly.
“Yes, Sir,” she offered.
He moved the knife from her throat, and ran it over her stomach. It lingered there a while, and then moved further down. He teased her cunt with the knife, sometimes pressing into her flesh. She didn’t even care if he punctured her skin. She was too aroused. He moved it along the inside of her thighs, and then tossed the knife on the floor. He stepped back and looked at her.
“I don’t think I need the knife now. You’re completely helpless. Besides, I think my new cunt likes being treated this way…don’t you?” She nodded, tears brimming in her eyes. That was not an act. He moved in closer to her, and put his face right at hers. “You belong to me, slut. Do you hear me? I OWN you now. You are my property, and you will do exactly as I tell you, do you understand?” She nodded, and he jerked her chin up to look at him. “Answer me!!”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, panting, her chest heaving. He reached between her legs, and spread her cunt lips apart. Her moaning grew louder, and he smiled.
“You are dripping wet, cunt,” he laughed. “You are nothing but a fuck slut, aren’t you?” She nodded again.
“Yes, Sir.” He stuck his fingers deep inside her, and she felt her juices running down her thigh. She was incredibly wet. He found her clit, and began circling it with his finger. Her knees went weak, and her breathing came in short, gasping breaths. He massaged, pressed, titillated, and teased her clit for what seemed like forever. She tried to speak.
“Sir…” she began.
“What?” he asked firmly.
“I…I can’t cum this way, standing up,” she whispered. He laughed loudly at her.
“You can’t cum at all unless I tell you to. And I won’t let you loose until you LEARN to cum in whatever manner I instruct you to. I suggest you learn quickly, my little cum slut.” She took a deep breath, and thought only of her clit. She concentrated, and before she knew what was happening, her body was rocking with orgasm. Her knees gave away, and she fell on him slightly, still suspended by the ropes. She faintly heard him speaking to her.
“Cum for me,” he was saying. “More…give me more…I own that cum…now, give it to me..” She was moving her hips on his hand, fucking him, almost unconscious of her actions. She came again, and again, and again at his command. Finally, she was exhausted and his movements gradually slowed. He moved his hand from between her legs and untied her arms. She fell onto him, and he caught her, softly stroking her hair. He held her close, whispering soft words of praise and comfort in her ear. They stood there embracing for a long while. Finally, she spoke.
“Peter…” she whispered.
“Yes, my good girl?”
“Did I get the part?” she asked. His laughter filled the room.
“Yes, sweet one. You got the part.”
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"I assure you, Your Honor, I don't have to practice...I'm very good at them..."
(The Marquis de Sade at one of his trials for the sexual perversities he practiced)
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