Two o'clock in the afternoon. I stepped out from the supermarket where I worked and into the real world, in the wet, cold, winter air, snug in my fuzzy black coat, looking like an Eskimo, my face hidden by my hood, my world suddenly changed. I forgot about my work-day and remembered the very reason why I woke up this morning with ridiculously soaked underwear clinging to my hips and ass with warm sweat, my mind drowned by the images of a goddess.
That goddess is Belladonna. Yes, Belladonna, the porn star; Belladonna, the nastiest chica in the adult film industry; Belladonna, the object of my hidden desires. She's the perfect example of the type of woman I want in my life: kinky, filthy, a butt-slut, a lover of ass gapes, a devourer of cunts, the mistress of fetish, the fearless sexual daredevil. She's the kind of woman who doesn't hide her raw sexuality, one who's proud enough to share it not only with her lover and herself, but with the world through the hidden art of pornographic film-making.
In all honesty, if my girlfriend Mia was a porn star, stripper, or even an exotic dancer, I simply couldn't handle it. A part of me believes that it's not right to share or sexually expose a lover to strangers. Yet, another side of me craves the spontaneity, the explicit high, the rush of seeing the one I love doing what she loves best: performing sex, having sex, fucking, making love, masturbating, dicks bulging, cum flying, cunts drooling, lesbian orgies, male and female gang bangs, oh god, I could go on and on.
I love Mia, but she's not the most sexually creative, adventurous, and imaginative creature I've ever known. Hell, she doesn't even like the idea of anal sex, a thing that she knows is my ultimate pleasure. She doesn't understand how I can be aroused by half of the fantasies I've shared with her, some of them involving BDSM, animal training, rope bondage, veggie sex, tit fucking, pussy fisting, and just the simple act of role playing in costumes everyday and every night, having sex with them on the entire time, just panties pulled to the side. She finds some of these humorous, just the way as she finds me humorous.
Mia gave me my first Belladonna DVD for my 25th birthday. She had no idea what Belladonna was all about, but has heard about her from one of her lesbian friends who recommended her DVDs as the perfect gift. I popped the DVD in my laptop, snuggled with Mia on our bed, my eyes glued to the screen.
First scene: a mighty fine dominatrix, her looks reminiscent of Bettie Page, in control of a tied up, gag-in-mouth sex slave, teasing her, the naughty pet, and then fucking her with her fingers and then a medium sized butt plug, gorgeous ass, gaped wide. I came in my panties, soaking wet, Mia shocked, not too impressed, her pussy dry. Second scene: simply hot, my mouth watering, my pussy dripping, Mia not getting it, but kissing me, fondling me and licking my ear, acting like she was into it. Scene three: hella-good, lots of toys, toys, toys and two hot gorgeous babes, fucking each other S&M style. Scene four, a trillion times better: oh my fucking god, the best. Belladonna, pregnant, engorged breasts, round belly, gorgeous, horny, not giving a damn that the belly was in the way of her fucking and being fucked by another girl, the sorority type, the kind I disliked, but ooh honey, this chick was a wet dream. Belladonna and she, friends with benefits, in a universe of wild sex, reacting to their call to ravage each other, pillow fighting, nipple biting, booby sucking, pussy eating, ass fucking, huge dongs, plunge in their tight assholes, Belladonna choking on a monster dildo, oh fuck, fuck me Belladonna!
"Okay, I've had enough," Mia yawned. "It's boring me now."
The end. The best birthday present ever. If only Mia loved it just as much.
Later in the evening when she was asleep, I watched the rest of the movie. Took out my 11" rabbit vibrator that she despises because it's too fucking huge and so fucking loud. I agree, but dammit, I wanted it more than anything. Crammed the bulbous head into my dripping cunt, turned on the bead rotation, the clitoral teaser buzzing, my eyes once again glued to the computer screen. Ooh yeah, that's it, the fifth and final scene of the movie: Belladonna stuffing humongous anal beads down this woman's asshole, all of it, no holding back. I came, I screamed for more, I got more, I came again. I was convinced: Stella loves Bella. Mia squirmed, shook her head, giggled "you weirdo," went back to sleep. A wonderful finish to a steamy evening.
The next day I ordered three more Belladonna films. More nights of masturbating, fantasizing, yearning, wanting, wandering, dreaming, craving for everything that Belladonna performed. I realized that I wanted a woman like her. It's rare to find a woman who's that open minded to explore such filthy fetishes and kinks, desiring the very things that I wanted in a completely fulfilling, daring, and adventurous sexual lifestyle. I kept telling myself that love was all I needed. But fuck it, I'm only human. I want more than love making, hand holding, kissing, missionary position, doggy style, shower sex, cuddling, and comfort in loving arms. I want ropes, whips, paddles, cat-o-nine-tails, leather dresses, vinyl costumes, pony bit gags, ball gags, leather hood masks, wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, anything and everything that was outside of the vanilla spectrum.
After watching her first movie, I visited Bella's website quite frequently, becoming an honorable member of her club. I wrote her a letter and sent her pairs of panties in the mail. It was weird, I know, but Bella brought out the weird in me.
One month later, and I was walking home from work with Bella on my mind. I came home to an empty house. There was a pile of mail on the table. I sat down with a glass of water and sifted through the mail. Bills, bills, bills, and to my delight, something addressed from Belladonna! She had sent back my panties, beautifully pink. I smelled them -- oh! The odor of her cunt! There it was, her autograph, in black ink, oh Bella! A faded lipstick mark was printed in the center. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, Bella, my bitch, I love you!" I cried.
My cunt felt ready to erupt when I hurried upstairs to our room. I closed the door, beads of sweat on my breasts, my nipples protruding through my red dress, knees shaking, wet patch in my panties, soaked, I wanted to explode! Still no sign of Mia. Fuck. It was sort of a good thing. For once, I needed to masturbate alone without her. She won't know, I thought. This was going to be a quickie. I grabbed my silicon butt plug and rabbit vibe from my secret stash, lubing them both up. This time, no Belladonna film. Just a mirror up in front of me down below so I can watch as I fuck myself, and of course, my Belladonna souvenir, almost as good as sex itself. My asshole and cunt hole were ready. Here they cum. I squeezed the butt plug into my greedy bottom, ooh, god, how easy it swallows it whole, the base pressed against my quivering butt cheeks, my asshole clenching on it, not letting it go. I rode it, ooh yeah, the power to punish, I love it, watching myself, worshiping my body. My pussy was jealous; I had to give her some love too. I was eager and impatient, no little miss nice girl, I stuffed that humongous rabbit vibe deep inside my cunt, the clit teaser buzzing against my hard and throbbing pleasure spot. I fucked myself, thrust in and out, hard, pounding, vibrating, earth shattering. In minutes I was gushing with creamy cum. I watched it pour out and slide to the side of my bum cheeks. All the while, my asshole was throbbing, the butt plug a part of my insides, being punished more rapidly by the force of my body. Oh God, I couldn't get enough of it. I fucked myself more and more, full speed, sniffing the panties, powerful exotic addictive Bella-cunt, the master of my universe, the mistress of my soul. Christ, I could even see her face while I was pounding myself with a vengeance. My entire orgasmic world washed all over me. Belladonna was mine, I was hers, she fucked me, I fucked her, oh my, that was the greatest solo fuck session of my life.
I went to the bathroom, washing my playmates really good with soap and water. I smelled like a sex-crazed hog. Beads of sweat slivered down my back. My dress was soaked with my musty stench. I needed to shower too. When I walked out of the bathroom, my sex toys cozy in a towel to be fully dried, I stopped in my tracks. Mia was there, standing by the bed, next to the pink panties that I left sitting there on the bed. She glared at them for a second, smirked, and stared deeply at me. She looked so cute and gorgeous, her dirty blonde hair long and elegant, makeup on her face, prim and proper, Victoria Secrets perfume on her skin, wearing a pink dress with frilly straps, showing off the beautiful curves of her sultry body, holding a purse in one hand, reaching out for the panties with the other.
"So you finally heard from Belladonna?"
"Yes," I blushed, my fingers shaking, I didn't know why.
"It's sweet that she actually signed it."
She explored the panties with her eyes, on a mission, trying to find something more, like a cum stain, her stench, oh god, how would she react to that? She didn't seem to notice.
"Yeah…" I smiled. "Um…I was just going to shower baby, want to join me?"
"Of course, I'm sweating like a pig."
"I love you sweaty." I smiled, walking towards her, putting my bundled towel of sex toys on the bed, shaking, nervous as all hell for some reason, embracing her. I slid my hands up her dress and cupped her gorgeous, plump ass cheeks in my hands, squeezing them gently, my lips against her lips, mmm, sweetness, the very thing I wanted, the thing I loved the most, the taste of her tongue, the warmth of her breath, the way she moaned, holding me by the waist, horny thing, trembling over a simple kiss.
"Let's take a bath," she whispered. "I'll get it ready." She went in to the bathroom, the water running in the tub. I unbundled my towel, quietly putting my toys back in their hidden place. I suddenly noticed that the panties weren't on the bed anymore. Mia had taken them without me noticing; I was too captivated by her gorgeousness. Fuck. I went into the bathroom. Mia was on the toilet, leaving the water running in the tub untill it was full, the panties pushed up to her nose, smelling the odor of my Bella.
"I can tell that she sent you more than just an autograph…"
I gulped. Mia's eyes looked devious, sexy, naughty, the "I am gonna kill you" intensity that I only imagined her letting out in my dreams.
"Oh…" I was speechless.
"Why are you just standing there? Come to me."
Her voice was on edge, fiery, demanding control. I walked towards her. She grabbed me by the waist, nails in my skin, forcing me down on her lap, my back towards her.
"I can tell that you'd love to be Belladonna's bitch, wouldn't you…"
She sniffed the panties hungrily, her hand grabbing onto my right breast, squeezing it hard enough to make my nipples instantly pop, ouch, fuck, it hurt so good. I am usually the master, now suddenly I was weak and Mia was the strong one for the first time.
"Answer me."
"Yes I do, I admit it…"
"You filthy whore…"
She forced the panties against my nostrils. Oh that smell, who could resist it?
"In that letter you told her to wear them. These panties are one of your best pair, my favorite actually, and you sent it to the dirty cunt."
"Oh Mia…"
Her hand cupped my panties from underneath my dress, slamming up into me like a hammer to a nail, forcefully. I made a sharp, puppy-like yelp.
I sucked in my breath.
She smacked my pussy, once, twice, three times. Each slap was harder, faster and louder. Fuck! She bit down on my ear gently, sucking on the lobe and then slivering her tongue deep inside. I melted into a puddle of ecstasy. She tapped my cunt hole curiously, teasing it, making me squirm with anticipation.
"Fuck, you're so wet Stella. Did you fuck yourself like crazy when you got your panties back from that bitch?"
"Yes…"
With my mouth barely open, she put the panties before my eyes, stretched them out with both her hands, a thick bar of fabric, and forced them into my mouth. She pulled the sides down hard so that my underwear became a pony-bit gag, perfumed with the scent of Bella-cunt. My moan was loud and helpless.
"Nobody wears my girlfriend's panties but me!" Mia hissed.
She pulled at the ends of the panties as if they were now horse reins and I was the pony. Fuck, fuck, fuck was all I could think. This was unbelievable and beautifully shocking to me. Was Mia truly jealous? Jealousy made her deliciously sexy. I groaned when she pulled the panties harder and tied a knot at the back of my head. I didn't give a fuck if they were going to be stretched out now. The smell, Bella's lipstick mark, and her autograph were all crammed into my mouth, behind my teeth. My lips trembled. Mia's finger wiggled against my pussy hole. She forced two fingers into my pussy, smooth and easily, pushing the fabric of my panties into me as well. My pussy flesh burned and trembled - oh god, so filthy and dirty!
"Do you like that, my little bitch?"
She had her other hand around my neck, choking me for a second, then letting me go. I breathed loud and heavily in pleasure; I liked that. She applied pressure again, five seconds, let me go. The sensation was intense.
"M-M-ia…fuck…I love you like this…"
"I can't hear you…you sound like a babbling baby with those panties in your mouth, haha!"
She forced more of my panties into my cum-filled pussy. I screamed.
"Want more?"
With barely a nod, she thrust her fingers up deeper, the fabric of my panties burning my cunt with an intense, orgasmic explosion. I came all over Mia's fingers. She licked my ears, instantly making me weak at the knees. I was trembling and melting, all at the same time. She pulled off my panties, and then she slowly crunched bit after bit of my panties inside of my pussy. It hurt like a bitch, the shock and pleasure indescribable. She crammed them all in, letting my panties soak inside my cunt.
"You are so fucking filthy," she growled. "Get in the fucking bath with that dress on." She ripped the panty-gag out of my mouth.
"Are you serious?"
"Do as I say!"
"Yes mistress!"
I couldn't believe that I was calling Mia a mistress. She was my mistress, for the first time in our relationship, she was the bitch in charge. I got up slowly, knees shaking, heart pounding, mouth drooling, drunk with love, high with sex, pussy panty-stuffed, all because of Mia. I turned off the faucet, tub entirely full, stepped into the bathtub, and sat down on my bottom. The water was hot as hell, waking up my body with a shock, but oh, how good it felt to feel my dress clinging to my skin in the water, the panties in my cunt meshing with my own pussy water, another unimaginable pleasure that I never thought of doing, ever, and it was happening.
"How does it feel?" Mia smirked.
"I never thought I'd ever have panties up my pussy, you bitch."
"It's what you've been waiting for, right? You deserve it."
I was going to reply when Mia bent over and took out a Japanese bondage rope from her purse. Her entire presence had changed; she had now stepped into my secret universe.
She put her feet in the bathtub, fully-clothed as well. She grabbed me by the wrists, putting them behind my head, tying them with the rope in knots, nice and tight, I couldn't move. How the fuck did she learn such a trick? I wondered. To my surprise, she lifted up my legs in the air too, pressed my ankles to my wrists, and tied them together. Boy, what an awkward position, but fuck, it was a good place to start.
"You look so helpless," she scowled naughtily. I couldn't move. Mia, so powerful, Mia, so dominant, Mia, my love. She lifted up her dress, revealing a purple, double-strap harness made of vinyl. We didn't own a strap on-harness, so she must have bought it in secret without my knowing. My woman had good taste. She then took out a huge, eight-inch, long, black, monster dong, snapping it into the O-ring so quick and easily, it looked as if she has used this thing for most of her adult life.
"You love being fucked by huge, black dicks don't you?"
"Yes!"
"So big that it will ravage your cunt and asshole to pieces…"
"Oh god Mia! I fucking love you!"
She sank into the water and pressed the head of her black dong against my mouth, pushing hard, forcing it in, smacking my face with it. Then she knelt, her dress still on, the water soaking quickly up through the fabric. Her warm, slender fingers opened my pussy lips.
"Oh how lovely your panties look inside of you…I'm surprised that you didn't do this earlier and then send them out to Belladonna."
"I never thought of that…"
She looked at me sharply and dove at my pussy, pulling on the panties with her teeth. She tugged the entire thing out of me, crammed it in her mouth, and sucked the taste of my juices. I kicked my head back, grinning, shaking my head, wanting to laugh, and thinking that I must be dreaming all this.
"Mmm, you taste amazing," she cooed, tossing the panties to the side. "I'm going to pound you so hard that you won't ever think about using that rabbit vibrator ever again…"
She grabbed my feet, gripped on them tight, and pierced that enormous dildo into my body. Oh, the earth shattering sensation, the torture, completely restrained, but the pleasure, so magnificent!.
"Oh my God!" I roared. She fucked me, her sensually evil eyes stabbing into me, raw and horny, completely renewed and confident. The bath water rocked back and forth, splashing against my thighs, as she began to pound me in a gentle and increasingly rapid pace. The heat intensified. The noise from my mouth could wake up the entire neighborhood and so could hers. Mia took me to that place I always wanted to explore with her: an entirely new world full of daring, raunchy, kinky sex. Mia fucked me better than any man or woman I had ever been with, she knew exactly how to please me and how to ravage me to bits. She squeezed my feet harder, the perfect handles, pounding me faster and faster. I closed my eyes, hearing the panting of her breath, the rush of her intensity, the trembling of her pussy beginning to release. My body ached, the rope felt tighter, chafing my skin.
When she pulled out of me, my pussy hole clicked and gaped, dripping with my juices. I panted heavily, looking up at my Mia. God, she was so hot and sexy. She growled, grabbed my ass cheeks, spreading them, and inserted the dildo into my asshole. I screamed. The bath water rushed to my face as she pounded it, hard and rough.
"I love you!" I groaned.
She smacked my face -- it was a hot, tingly sensation. I wanted more, and she saw it in my eyes. She slapped my face again and again, stroking my ass. She pushed into me, counted to three, out loud, so that I could hear her, and pulled out. She bent over, flicked her tongue around the edge and then dived deep inside, fishing out my orgasms. She teased and played and my cum flowed out of my pussy, dripping into the steamy bath water.
She grabbed my breasts and squeezed them hard, bit down on my nipples and thrust her fingers into me. She stroked both holes, deeper and deeper, harder and harder. I came a thousand times. She came a thousand times more, screaming, orgasmic eruptions expressed through her trembling fingers, horny glances, overpowering, non-stop drive to please me.
At last she was exhausted, panting and quivering. She collapsed on top of me, the water still warm, washing over both our sweaty bodies and into my rope restraints.
"Oh god…I didn't know I had that in me," Mia smiled, hot sweat dripping down her face. "I think this is the naughtiest thing you've ever done, Stella," she whispered. "It really turns me on. Maybe Bella isn't that bad after all."
We both chuckled.
"She made you into a beast," I breathed heavily, licking her cheek.
"No, you did, honey."
I blushed. She untied the rope, letting me free. We lied in the bathtub, our dresses drenched. We kissed deep and passionately, tongues dancing, caressing each other's skin from underwater, as if we were floating in a dream.
"From now on," whispered Mia, "I'm going to be more like Bella: open-minded, willing to try new things. I'll be your nasty bitch."
"Aw, baby doll," I smiled. "I love you for you, always have and always will. Besides, you had it in you all along."
She kissed me, long and passionately, her hands traveling to every part of my body, her eyes falling deeply into my soul and taking me to a higher place. Without a doubt, Stella will always love Bella. But at the end of the day, Mia is all I'll ever need.
Originally published April, 2008