Freedom is Slavery

by Louis Friend

  “We could both write down everything we see and here and maybe, maybe, fifteen percent of it would be the same,” she said, the drink in her hand gently shifting the ice cubes to tinkle musically between the vodka. “The light from the window, the look in your eyes, the music on the jukebox. Everything else gets filtered through our perceptions.”

  He nodded, his hand on his chin, looking into her rich black pupils and wondering how he was lucky enough to have been invited for drinks with such a radiant creature. He stirred his Seven and Seven with his other hand. The red plastic bag from the fetish shop lay between them, almost taunting him. He hadn’t seen her make any purchases and he wondered what was inside and if he would see it before the night was out.

  She finished her drink and indicated that he should do the same. When he put his glass down she simply said, “Invite me back to your room.”

  Despite it being January, it was unseasonably warm and humid so by the time they got back to his hotel room they were hot and sweaty from the walk. He turned on the air conditioning but she had a better idea of how to cool down.

  “Strip,” she said.

  He began doffing his clothes, slightly embarrassed and equally intoxicated from both drink and her authority. It didn’t take him long before he was nude. She told him to get down on his knees and help her out of her boots as she sat on the hotel room’s small loveseat.

  While he worked at her boots, she removed her top, revealing a lovely black lace bra underneath.

  She threw it aside and, looking down at him, said, “Why don’t you massage my feet while you’re down there? I did a lot of walking today.”

  He began rubbing the arch of her left foot. She felt her body relax at his touch and a smile crept over her face. While he worked on her left foot, she put her right foot over his nose, her toes above his eyes.

  He leaned forward and kissed her heel and she chuckled. “Oh, so that’s how it is…” she said and moved her foot down, pushing her toes into his waiting mouth. He sucked on her big toe and she told him to keep it in his mouth as she tried to pull it away. He sucked as hard as he could without biting. She finally got it out with a loud slurp. She laughed and did it again before putting her other toes in his mouth. She moved her other foot out of his hands and rested it on his hard cock, massaging it a bit with her bare heel.

  After switching feet and allowing him to suckle the toes on her other foot she placed both on his chest and pushed him over so that he landed with a thump on his butt back onto the carpet. She stood up and removed her jeans. In just bra and underwear she went over to the door and secured the lock before going to the nearby table to grab her shopping bag.

  She pulled out two long black plastic strips that looked like the tie from a garbage bag. He couldn’t figure out what they were even as she leaned over (showing him her cleavage) and pinched his nipples gently until they were hard. Quickly she slid the ends of one of the strips towards the middle. This opened the strip and she placed the opening over his hard nipple. With one quick pull she slid the ends back, tightening the strips around his nipple. He cried out and she put a finger to his lips to silence him before moving the finger to his other nipple and repeating the process. He gasped. It felt painful but oddly satisfying at the same time. His cock jumped as she flicked the ends of the clamps.

  He marveled at this strange person he had managed to find and thanked his lucky stars as she flicked harder, laughing at his mixed reaction of lust and pain.

  Unconsciously he started to raise his hands, his body trying to defend itself from the pain. She tsked at him and pulled a cord from her bag. He found his wrists being bound with soft purple rope.

  “Get up. Get on the bed,” she said sternly, leading him there by the wrists.

  He lay down and she straddled him, her ass in his face. He could smell the sweet perfume of her arousal as she trussed his feet, binding them together and securing the rope to the one that bound his wrists, further immobilizing him. Knowing what she was doing to him, she slid back even further, allowing him to nuzzle and kiss her bottom. She didn’t stop him.

  She grabbed onto his cock and squeezed it, perhaps a little too hard, before she got off of him and rolled him over onto his stomach. He heard the faint rustle of the plastic from her shopping bag and wondered what other goodies she had. He heard a click and an unceremonious spurt before feeling the cool sensation of gel being rubbed against his unprotected asshole. He couldn’t help but moan into the pillow under him as he felt her fingers opening him.

  She unwrapped the small cylindrical toy and twisted the top. It came to life in a gentle whirring. She slicked it with her lubricated fingers before pushing it, gently and firmly, into him. He groaned again and she smiled. She relished his unquestioning surrender. She loved manipulating him and knowing that she possessed all of the power.

  She felt him squirm a bit under her as she pushed the cylinder deeper inside of him, a small tail trailing behind for easy removal. She leaned back and brought both hands down on his bare bottom, smacking it loudly. She began slapping it like she was playing the bongos.

  She watched his body react to the various sensations and felt herself getting wetter. She watched his flesh redden as she continued to slap away. She slid her hand down the front of her underwear and felt her hard clit. She rubbed it gently and sucked her breath in over between her teeth. She massaged herself, content in hearing the hum of the vibrator in his ass and his panting breath beneath her. He didn’t know when or if she was going to spank him again and she loved the tension in his body.

  She wanted to savor the feelings. She moved next to him and rolled him over onto his back. She loosened his hands.

  “Masturbate for me.” She pulled down one cup of her bra and put her nipple into his mouth. She shuddered internally at the sensation of his tongue swirling and teeth gently biting. She watched his hands work at his cock, one hand cupping his balls, the other stroking his erection. She loved the sight of a man jacking off, especially when she was controlling it.

  “Faster,” she said. He gasped around her breast and she felt the cold air sweep around her sensitive nipple. His tongue was back on it almost immediately as his arm pistoned faster, bringing him closer to the edge. She loved the control, knowing that he was getting off on her, knowing that she could tell him to stop and he would, but she didn’t plan on it. She enjoyed watching a man cum too much to stop it now.

  “Cum for me,” she commanded. “Ten, nine, eight…” she watched him work faster, heard him moan into her, “seven, six, five….” He grunted and she giggled at that. “Four, three, two….” and before she said “one” he was cumming. She watched him cover his belly with his ejaculation. He breathed heavily around her breast as the last bit of spunk slowly dripped out of his cock. She couldn’t take it anymore.

  She stood up and pulled her underwear off in record time before throwing a leg over him and putting her bottom over his face, her pussy over his mouth. He opened wide, his tongue finding her clitoris and licking it heatedly. She pushed down onto him, fucking herself with his nose and mouth.

  He found it difficult to breathe at first until he found her rhythm and matched it. She felt his tongue lapping steadily at her sex and felt his nose pressing against her tight asshole. The pressure was exquisite. She rode him, feeling him getting her closer. Crescendoing until her breath caught in her throat and she shuddered with a long pent-up orgasm that caused the corners of her vision to grow dim.

  She rode waves of pleasure over one crest and then another and another, cumming in tiny waves after the first tidal crest broke the shore. She felt his tongue slithering deep inside of her, lapping her wetness and she sighed with pleasure. She could tell that he wasn’t going to stop. He would have licked her for as long as her knees could hold up. She couldn’t take any more and got off of him.

  He lay there with a goofy smile on his face. Pleased with her and with himself. She didn’t want to burst his bubble so she allowed him to feel the satisfact
ion. She put on her undergarments and clothes before gathering up all of her toys. She made him go into the bathroom and clean the one that still hummed inside of him.

  By the time he came out she was ready to go. She pocketed the now-silent cylinder and kissed him on the cheek before departing. He stood, looking at the closed door in stunned silence. He had never even gotten her name.

  Flappers and Gangsters

  While the girls hiked their skirts on stage, dancing a bawdy can-can that wouldn’t have passed muster in Paris but did well enough for us in Chicago thus, my hand was moved from my own leg to the bared cock of my boss, Jimmy Spitz.

  I had been in the Organization for six months when I was given the opportunity to move up in the ranks. It was Jimmy who called me into his office one late September night to let me know where I stood and what it would take to start living the “high life” of a Chicago mobster.

  I thought that I would be asked to make a hit or pull off a heist. Instead, Jimmy unbuckled his pants and put it to me simply. Either I could be his private bitch or he’d put a bullet through my brain for knowing his secret proclivities. Regardless, he’d be pumping something into my mouth before the night was through.

  It was an easy choice and Jimmy was easy to get along with. He liked me. He told me this every night after he had emptied his load into my mouth before kicking me out of his office. Stroking his cock under the table while he watched the dancing girls was nothing new for me. I’d been learning to like giving him his secret pleasures while he put on his tough guy straight act. With a few more kicks and a few more strokes I could have him shooting his spunk into my napkin before the next song was over.

  I don’t know if it was the sparkle of the broach around her neck or some kind of animal instinct but my eyes were drawn across the room to one of the gin joint floozies. But, I gulped, this was no dime-a-dance girl. I had never seen this one before and there was just something about her that made her stand out like the full moon on a starless night.

  My excitement over this stellar dish must have translated its way to my arm because Jimmy was cumming before I knew it. Without my napkin there, his spunk sprayed all over my black pants. Fuck!

  I reached down to take the last few dabs onto my handkerchief before slipping his cock back into his pants. “Thanks, lover,” he whispered into my ear as I tried to dab at the cum on my legs.

  When I looked back up, she was gone. This wasn’t my night. I excused myself and made it to the bathroom as fast as I could, taking the most round-about way to avoid anyone seeing the wetness on my pants and getting the wrong idea.

  I made it to the head and closed the door behind me. I grabbed a rag and ran water over it before starting to rub at the spots on my legs. I heard the thunk and creak of the door behind me but didn’t give it any thought until I heard the distinct female voice.

  “You should have used seltzer water, that’s the best thing for it.”

  I looked up into the mirror in front of me to see the dance floor beauty reflected in it. She smiled and locked the door behind her. I tried to play it cool despite the raging hard-on I found myself with and the cummy rag in my hand.

  I stared down at her low-heeled shoes and I followed up to a low-cut tasseled skirt. Liking what I saw, I let my eyes continue to wander over the gentle curves, the alabaster arms, and by the time I reached her pearl necklace I was ensnared. Her mouth was a crimson pout around a cigarette holder. Her hair was done up and I found myself lost in the nautilus curls.

  She removed the cigarette holder from her mouth and smiled. It scared me. Her smile was captivating and knowing. It was like a beacon that shone through me. She was more Cheshire cat than woman at that moment. Her smile told me that she knew more about me than I might know about myself. The photograph she handed to me (how did she get so close so fast?) proved that she definitely knew more about me than I would have liked.

  There in crisp black and white was Jimmy Spitz with his pants down, me on my knees, and Jimmy’s cock balls deep in my mouth. I tried hard to not let the panic show on my face but I can’t be sure that I did a good enough job. This photograph was my death warrant staring me in the face. Forget about Jimmy being whacked for being a gunsel, it wasn’t him on the receiving end. Jimmy wouldn’t be seen as the faggot, I would be.

  I gulped and tried to say something clever but I couldn’t form a word. Her smile changed to a leer.

  “I represent some people that want you to do them a favor,” she said, moving even closer. I could smell her perfume mixed with the bathtub gin she had been drinking.

  She told me that people downtown wanted Jimmy Spitz out of business, permanently, but they couldn’t get close enough to him to do the job. They wanted me to do that job after doing the job that Jimmy enjoyed.

  She had me over a barrel and she knew it. She touched my shoulder and moved behind me. There wasn’t much room to shake a leg in that john but she managed to glide into the space well enough. I felt her breath on the back of my neck as she spoke. It raised the hairs and sent a cold chill down my spine.

  “Well, do we have an understanding?” she purred, her hand massaging my shoulder.

  “I don’t have a choice.”

  “Oh, but you do. You can do what we ask, or you can continue being Jimmy Spitz’s cocksucker until someone puts a bullet into the back of your brain. But, there’s one more thing I need to ask for…There’s something I want you to do for me to show me that you’re serious about all of this.”

  I liked the tone in her voice. “What’s that?”

  Before I knew what was happening, she pushed me over the sink and had my belt undone. My pants were falling to the floor as she hissed, “I want you to take my cock to seal the deal.”

  I looked behind me as she yanked my underwear down to see her hiking her skirt up. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing when she pulled a quickly hardening cock out of her panties and slapped it against my ass.

  “I used to be Jimmy’s plaything and I want a taste of what he’s been enjoying all these months after he kicked me out of his bed. You take this good and those pictures will disappear when Jimmy does. But your ass is mine from now on.”

  She spit in her hand and started rubbing the wetness over her engorged cock until it shined in the dim bathroom light. She grunted and shoved it inside of me. It felt like my ass was on fire from the pain. I knew she was tearing me up and that I would be bleeding all night. She didn’t care. She shoved in farther and started fucking me.

  She didn’t say anything else for a few minutes while she fucked me over the sinks, my cock pressed uncomfortably up against the cold porcelain, my head twisted unnaturally to take in the bizarre scene of such a beautiful creature with such a merciless cock. Hot tears streamed down my face from the pain and deception. After what seemed like an eternity she grunted and I could feel her filling my bowels with hot cum that mixed with the blood from my internal tears.

  She pulled her cock out of me and wiped it off on my shirt tale. She got herself back together before she made her way to the door. “You’ve got one week,” she said before she left. I felt the hot spunk running down my thighs and I tried to pull myself together.

  I spent the week trying to recover. The throbbing pain in my ass subsided as the pain in my head, my conscience, got worse. I woke each morning clutching the gun I was going to use on Jimmy before the end of the week.

  Every night that week at the speakeasy I saw her on the periphery of my vision, like a guardian angel—-or demon, perhaps, in this case. The last night of my last week with Jimmy he excused himself with a wink to me. I knew that I was to follow thirty seconds later.

  I went into the bathroom where I had been raped seven days prior only to find that Jimmy wasn’t there. I went outside to see if he had slipped into his car and was expecting a back seat blowjob. Risky, but something he enjoyed. As I made my way to the door I heard a scream from outside. I rushed out, pushing a few palookas out of my way.

  I saw the blood f
irst and followed it to the crack in Jimmy’s head. He was face down on the pavement, his head split open. A crowd had already started to gather. I stared down in disbelief. He must have been on his way to the car when he was run down.

  I felt a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “Come on,” said a familiar voice. I looked behind me to see her again. My ownership had passed from one person to another. “It’s time to go home.”

  Blood Red Saturday Night

  It was as if I was the only one who saw her and I just didn’t know how that could have been. She stood nearly six feet tall in her platform heels. Taller if you considered the way she piled her hair on her head in something that reminded me of Elvira meets Amy Winehouse.

  Her clothes were as dark as her black hair which offset her pale skin and red lips even more. My eyes trailed down her exquisitely curved body, pausing at her wasp waist and hourglass hips. However, it was her eyes that truly captivated me. They were nothing if not the definition of violet. They were the kind of eyes that a person could get lost in.

  And, those eyes were focused solely on me.

  I tore my eyes away and looked around. Seeing how striking she was, I thought for sure that everyone else would be looking at her but no one seemed to even realize she was there. She came closer, the scent of her perfume was intoxicating though there was a sweet sourness that underlay it.

  She didn’t say a word as she sat across from me. I would have pinched myself to see if I was dreaming had it not been for the sharp sensation I felt on the back of my hand as she lay hers over mine, her sharp nails scraping my skin as she did.

  I offered her a drink, which she shrugged off. The din of the bar was intense, making conversation almost impossible. Yet, when she finally spoke it sounded like her mouth was right next to my ear.

  “Let’s get out of here,” she said. I couldn’t help but comply. “You drive,” she said as we walked out of the bar.

  She sat as close to me as she could in the car. She must have caught a chill as I couldn’t feel the warmth from her body despite her proximity. She had her legs pulled up slightly under her, giving me a great view of her black fishnet stockings. I even caught a glimpse of the garter that held them up. It took everything I had to concentrate on the road and heed her directions as we left town.