by R. H. Politz
I leaned toward him and said, "To our knight in shining armor who saved us from the Paparazzi; love K K."
"Oh..., that's wonderful. I am much liking it. K K, that means Kimmy yes?"
"Yup, that's me!"
"Oh..., thank you Kimmy. I keep this for my wife." Then he turned around and winked. "But, is mostly for me! Now, where I take you?"
When we got to the hotel, he drove past it and said, "I don't see those Papa hombres. I think is safe." He made a U-turn and pulled up to the front entrance, jumped out and opened our door. Then he said something to the valet and we got out.
Kari handed him a bill and he tried to give her change but she said, "No, keep it Angelino."
"No, no," he argued pushing the money into her hand. "I have to turn in fare but I take no money for tip. I have my pay here." He held up the newspaper. "This is enough. I take no more money from you."
Kari and I glanced at each other and simultaneously kissed him on each cheek. "Thank you Angelino," I said. "You're wonderful!"
He spun around, clapped his hands, jumped back into the cab and waved. We waved back and started into the hotel but I stopped and asked the valet what the cab driver said.
"He said to take good care you two, that you're a famous superstar." Suddenly, his entire expression changed. "You..., you're that Kimmy in the paper! Can I...? Wait while I get a paper." He ran to the news stand, grabbed a paper and ran back. "Can I have your autograph please?"
"All this over a single picture in the paper," I said as I wrote him a note and signed it.
"Oh no Kimmy..., can I call you Kimmy?" I nodded and he went on to tell us that, midway through my first song, the sound people patched my performance into the street system and people everywhere stopped and listened but, during my encore, the streets filled to capacity as I gave my first performance of the song I wrote for Kari that day on the patio.
He went on to say, "The paper says twenty-thousand but that was just inside the stadium. There had to be at least two-hundred thousand more out in the streets and on the canal. I was one of them."
The valets, bellmen, desk clerks and guests crowded around us and it took another hour before we got to the room.
"Kimmy, I told you you'd be a hit but I had no idea it would be like this! Whew! By the way, why did you sign 'K K' instead of Kimmy?"
I flopped down on the bed and sighed. "Because that's what's on our little gold hearts and I didn't do this. We did. So, if people want my autograph, I want them to know it's from us, not just me. Is that okay? I hope you don't mind."
"Oh my beautiful unselfish Kimmy, I do love you so and, yes, it's a great way to autograph things. I don't mind at all. In fact I love it!"
I sat up, took off my top and rubbed my breasts. "They're getting bigger but I wish they were like yours." Then I looked at Kari with a pouting face. "Your breasts are so much prettier..., and full. I think I should suck your nipples and tease you for a while. Can I?"
She sat down, whispered in my ear, "I thought you'd never ask!" and then kissed my budding breasts. "Be patient sweetie. They'll grow." Then she stood up and let her dress fall to the floor. "Now, I'm going to rape you."
Over the next few days I signed thousands of autographs and, by special invitation, sang Kari's song to open the parade in front of over fifty-thousand spectators in Brasilia's Estádio Mané Garrincha. And to think we had only gone there to install secret surveillance cameras.
* 12 * A Devilishly Sensual Toy
Through the rest of the winter and into early spring, I drove my ten year old car to school every day which seemed silly to Kari and the house staff. "It's insured," they all said but I felt better knowing my brand new Mercedes was safe at home, out of the road salt and away from car thieves. Several expensive cars had already gone missing from the college parking garage that year and I didn't want mine to be one of them so I put up with their humor and let them laugh at my paranoia.
Finals week arrived with sunshine and clear roads and Kari was still sleeping when I kissed her goodbye. "I think I'll take the Mercedes today Alfred, " I said to his surprise. "Maybe even put the top down."
"Very good choice Madam Kimmy, I'll bring it round for you. Is today special?"
"Sort of..., I'll only be at school for an hour and I have some work to do for Kari so I'll park at Euphoria and walk over to the college."
"Ah, a pleasant walk along the park, quite enjoyable, I'll get your car Madam."
I finished my last exam, went back to the spa and headed for the data center just as Kari walked into the lobby. We hugged and kissed right there in front of everyone. But then, we always did that. Several of the employees said they'd be disappointed if we didn't remind them that love really does exist in such a cold harsh world.
Kari spent the day in meetings and I in the data center installing software upgrades and, later, we headed home for dinner.
"Jean was at the spa today," she said while we were eating. "She told me you've earned enough credits for both your second and third year. I had no idea you were taking so many classes. How did you manage to do it all?"
"It wasn't hard. Most of the classes were really easy so I went through the whole book, did the work and turned it in. That's why the professors suggested I tutor other students. I completed two semesters of computer science by Thanksgiving but the management courses were harder. I didn't finish them till Christmas break."
"Ha, I knew it! I said you were a genius and Jean confirmed it. She told me you did their entire IQ test perfectly and had time left over. Off the chart I think she called it. And you said something about wanting to be as smart as me. What a sandbagger you are."
"Well..., I just..., the classes aren't that hard so I just did the work."
"Ha-yeah...! And George said he can't wait to get you in his class so you can teach him! Speaking of work, how's the video surveillance going?"
"Oh! You are not going to believe the videos. I've finally figured out who's doing what but I still don't know what's in those bottles."
"So, now what?"
"I figured out how they tell the difference between the regular ones and the special ones. There's a slight difference in the cap and, now that I know what to look for, we can go steal one and see what's in it."
"But now you're famous down there. Two studios and every promoter in Brazil called wanting you to perform. As soon as we get off the plane, it'll be news. How are we going to steal anything when you've got photographers chasing you everywhere we go?"
"Simple, I'll go in to Euphoria Brasilia as a customer and you come in later as you! While I'm in the treatment room, I'll buy a bottle of skin cream, you call the attendant out for a quick conversation and I'll switch the bottles and caps. I've logged how they store the stuff and it will take a few days before anyone discovers they got a regular bottle instead of a special one. That ought to shake things up and we'll find out what they're smuggling or dealing or whatever."
"I don't know. That sounds dangerous to me. We don't know who these people really are. What if they come after us?"
"They'll think it was one of their own, someone in their distribution chain. Besides, once they discover what happened, we'll have enough evidence to give to the cops."
"It still sounds dangerous Kimmy."
"Yeah, it could be, but do you really want this..., whatever it is, to continue?"
"No but.... Well..., it sounds like a good plan and you could perform while we're there, maybe even record. Okay, we'll do it."
By the second day after our arrival, we'd secured one of the bottles and discovered it contained nothing but skin cream. We were astounded. "Is this cream any different than it's supposed to be," I asked. Kari seemed to think it was just the normal compound she'd always sold so we sent it to a lab in Sao Palo for analysis. The results showed nothing unusual.
"Humph..., looks like I've completely wasted our time on this mission Kari."
"I wouldn't say that. Now you've got a record out and a pretty big paycheck for that pe
rformance. I'd say this trip was very successful even if we didn't figure out what's in those bottles! You are Brazil's newest superstar!"
"Ha! And I don't even speak the local language. What is it, Portuguese or Spanish or something?"
"Portuguese I think but most everyone speaks English and Spanish here and, they seem to understand what you're saying in your music. Look at how many fans you have."
"Well, all I want to do right now is finish school and figure out what those people are paying such huge amounts of money for. Not knowing what's in those bottles is really bugging me."
"At the rate you're going, you'll probably graduate by Christmas and they already want you back for Carnival, this time as a headliner!"
"Yeah, it is pretty exciting but it sure makes it hard to go out for dinner around here. I guess they like blondes. Hey, I have an idea! This is our last day so let's spend it making love..., all afternoon. Let's take a shower together and I'll tease you till you beg me to let you cum."
Kari started laughing. "Oh my sweet beautiful Kimmy, anytime, anywhere you want me, I'm yours."
With shades closed to thwart the long range lenses of the Paparazzi and "Do Not Disturb" on the door, we spent our last afternoon making each other happy in the privacy of our suite in Brasilia.
A few months passed and Kari was right. I finished my senior year by Christmas break and signed up for post-graduate courses. If I could keep it up, I'd have my MBA by the following Christmas. The hormones were working too. My breasts had blossomed to a 'B' cup and, I hoped, were headed for 'C', all without implants! Happily, the silicone falsies were now gathering dust on a shelf.
We spent most of the day in Euphoria getting every treatment imaginable from head to toe before a graduation dinner Kari had arranged at a nearby restaurant. It was just a gathering of few people from the college and spa but they made me feel like a guest of honor with their kind words and praise. It was quite a change from my first eighteen years of life. Afterwards, when we arrived home, Kari put on a sly smile and said, "I have a surprise planned."
I looked at her with a questioning expression as Alfred opened the door but she just grinned, got out and motioned for me to follow. He took the car and we walked in, she still smiling and me still questioning. As we went up the stairs, she said, "I've had a devilishly kinky device made and I'm going to try it out on you my slave. I think you'll love it."
"Uh-oh..., is this going to hurt?"
She let out an evil little chuckle and kept walking to the bedroom, opened a drawer, pulled out a "Do Not Disturb" sign and hung it on the doorknob. "This might take a while," she whispered, "and we don't want to be disturbed while you're screaming and pleading."
I gulped. "Why would I scream?"
"Maybe it'll be just a loud moan or pleading and begging..., not sure yet. Now, go take a shower and I'll get everything ready. Oh, and make sure your ass is squeaky clean. There are some new tools for that in your bathroom and instructions for you to follow. We're going to have some of that kinky fun you promised you'd give me."
"Y-yes, Ma'am," I said apprehensively. We had been making love but our busy schedules kept us from playing fantasy games for several months. Her surprise seemed exciting but I was nervous about what 'devilishly kinky' meant.
The 'new tools' were a bit of a shock but by following the instructions, they completely cleaned me inside and out and I wondered what she was going to do to my ass. After showering and toweling off, I put on the corset, stockings and heels and fixed my makeup. "Whew," I breathed looking in the mirror. "I wonder what fantasy she's cooked up this time. I hope I look okay."
"That's not quite tight enough," she said when I entered the bedroom. "Turn around. I'll adjust it for you." One by one she pulled the leather straps tighter until the corset squeezed my waist down to almost half its normal size. "That's better," she said. "Can you breathe okay?"
"Um..., yes but I can't bend over."
"You'll bend at the hips like a good little slave should. Look in the mirror. Now you can't complain that your hips and butt don't stick out enough. That tiny waist makes you look absolutely delicious and you're going to love wearing it every day. Come over here slave."
She was right about the waist and hips. Even my breasts looked bigger but, 'wearing it every day'..., was she serious?
"Bend over the footboard. I'm going to strap you down so you can't get away."
It was then I noticed the curved narrow leather cushion on the footboard. She had me stand at the foot of the bed and bend over putting my upper body flat on the mattress and my butt perched in the air. Then she pulled a wide leather belt up around my waist and secured me to the footboard. "Spread your feet apart," she ordered while tightening the belt. Then she spread my feet even further until my legs splayed out to either side of the bed and I heard her chuckle as she secured them in place. "Perfect! Now, do a little pushup so I can get the top. You're going to really like this part."
She put a rectangular shaped cushion with two indentations in the shape of very large breasts under me and pulled a tube with a long nipple shaped cup on the ends out from the center of each one. "You said you wanted bigger nipples so we're going to see how far we can suck them out. First, a little lubricant...," The tube of clear gel had the word 'Estrogen' on it. "And then a little suction...," She turned something on, guided the cups into place and I gasped as they pulled my nipples into them. "Good, now, let yourself down...," When my chest pressed against the cushion, my breasts were sucked into the indentations and I let out a soft moan. "Feels good doesn't it," she said with a grin. "Now you're really going to be my slave!"
By the time she was done, my hands and feet were secured and my breasts and nipples were being sucked into bigger and longer shapes.
"There," she said brushing her hands. "Does that feel good?" All I could do was nod slightly but she took that as a 'yes'. "Good, let's turn it up a little and then I'll do the other end."
When she increased the suction, I could feel my nipples elongating and my breasts being pulled. It was strangely exciting. The next thing I felt was my cock being sucked into some kind of tube. She adjusted something and the devices slowly sucked and released, sucked and released. Then she stood back to admire her work.
"So far, so good," she said. "I think you're properly occupied for the time being." Then, she leaned close to my ear and whispered, "I'm going to take a nice long shower now. Don't go anywhere!"
"Wait," I started to say but she interrupted me with, "Uh-uh..., don't complain too much or I'll have to spank your pretty butt and I have other things in mind for that. Just relax and enjoy the sensations as your breasts, nipples and clit get sucked bigger and bigger. That's a special estrogen skin cream I covered them with."
She left the door open, got into the shower and kept an eye on me as I squirmed against the on-and-off suction pulses. I was getting more sexually excited by the second and she was smiling at my facial contortions. She finally got out, grabbed a towel and closed the big mirrored door to her bathroom so I could see myself, helpless and completely at her mercy.
The image was extremely stimulating. Perhaps because I had always secretly wanted to experience such things but was embarrassed to consciously admit it. Doing it this way, I was being forced, albeit willingly, to submit to those things that I subconsciously considered perverted. As the submissive 'victim' however, the perversion was someone else's desire. I was the innocent.
After twenty minutes, I was beginning to wonder how long she'd leave me like that but then, the door slid open and there, in the soft backlighting of the bathroom, stood my captor wearing only the little gold heart I had given her. My heart skipped several beats as I thought about doing every possible sexual thing with this gorgeous woman, everything and anything. She had become my whole world.
"Do I look all right my slave," she asked slithering toward me. "I'm squeaky clean..., everywhere..., inside and out. Want to see?"
"Yes!" was all I could say.
"
Good!" She ran her hands over my butt, down each leg and back up again until I shivered a little. "Goodie, you're feeling horny." She checked the clear plastic sleeve that was sucking my cock and made a soft "Ummmm" sound. "I think your clit looks bigger than usual Kimmy."
She increased the vacuum, got on the bed with her legs over the footboard and positioned her pussy below my face. "Suck me slave! Make me cum at least three times."
My lips and tongue plunged between her soft lips and I played and sucked and kissed until she began to tremble but, suddenly, she moved away. "Whew..., not so fast; I want to play for awhile, besides, I'm feeling full. Empty my breasts slave!"
She changed position and said, "Drink," and pushed my head down to her breast. Then she relaxed like a sunbather on a lounge. "Ah..., that's it. Service my breasts and I might reward you."
The slow steady rhythm of the suction had me excited but the taste of her milk drove me crazy and I eagerly sucked out every drop. She moaned and said, "God Kimmy, I'm supposed to be the dominant mistress today but your lips are making me melt. Whew!"
"I'm willing to keep playing if you are."
She laughed. "You like this, don't you?"
"I like everything we do together."
"Whew, okay! Then I have to maintain control..., if I can." She shifted around and pushed my head to her other breast. I kissed and suckled while she moaned and trembled and finally, she moved away and put her hands on her face. "Kimmy, I don't know if I can keep this dominant thing up much longer!" She got up and stared at her bound helpless slave. "Oh I can't stop now. This is just too delicious for words!"
She disappeared behind me and suddenly, I felt a dildo sliding into my ass. "Sometimes I enjoy being the boy but first, I have to train you to be the girl." Then, I felt it expand and contract. "This will stretch you out a little and get you used to being fucked. You're going to love it. And soon, my little slut, you'll beg me to fuck you every day..., for the rest of your life!"
Was she serious or just role-playing? I didn't know but everything she did and said made me want even more. This was beyond my imagination. It was exhilarating, intoxicating and I was experiencing feelings I never dreamed existed.
