1 comments/ 56722 views/ 0 favorites Cher Ch. 01 By: velvetpie I sat in the back of the auditorium, my eyes burning with tears as I relived one of the worst days of my life. Work had been extra rough and although I was usually able to slog through the “shit”, I was super-emotional for some reason. The so-called friends that I was supposed to meet for happy hour never showed and some asshole stepped on my pinky corn when I went to Taco Bell for a lame attempt at dinner. So here I was, trying not to cry as I crunched on a dry stale taco shell and greasy beef while I hid out in the theater. I knew that they were going to do a Noel Coward play and I just wanted to watch rehearsals while my insides healed. I had managed to swallow most of my dinner when I started to choke and couldn’t dislodge it. I coughed and coughed, wanting to scream for help. The dark alcove swam before me, the gilded walls melting … I thought I was dreaming when I saw the man with the soft, blue eyes. Then, there was nothing. ***** When I came to, I was lying on a cot in one of the dressing rooms. A cool cloth covered my head and my mouth tasted like vomit. I sat up, my head pounding and felt despair overwhelm me yet again. What the hell else can go wrong today? The door opened and a man stuck his head in. I recognized those blue eyes and sighed as he stepped in, closing the door behind him. “You’re awake.” His voice was gentle as his eyes swept over me. “How are you feeling?” “My head aches, but I think I’ll survive.” I stood, massaging the back of my head. “Here, let me do that.” He moved forward so quickly that I did not have any time to react. His strong hands moved through the hair at the base of my skull, searching for the muscles and I sank back down to the cot as the wonderful feeling of another’s hands made me tingle. “I hope that I’m not too forward, but I’m very good at giving massages.” He was as good as his word. While he rubbed my pain away, he told me how he and a friend had heard me coughing and had found me passed out in the back row. He had done the Heimlich maneuver on me, dislodging the chip and a small amount of food and had brought me back here to recover. I felt momentarily refreshed, even though I still had to face the world. That realization brought me to my feet again. “Thanks for taking care of me and I’m sorry to have been a burden.” “It was no problem.” He smiled, reluctantly releasing me. I had felt the connection as keenly as he had but was too embarrassed. “Can I call you a cab?” “No. I can catch the bus.” “Nonsense!” He said. “Let me get you a cab.” “Well, all right.” As he escorted me back to the front, he introduced himself. His name was William and he was the lead actor in the play. I should have guessed, I thought, listening to his smooth rich baritone. His blond hair was sprinkled with grey and fell on his shoulders, framing his expressive mouth and sparkling eyes. His large hands were manicured and his light spicy scent made my heart flutter. He’s so handsome … A taxi pulled to the curb and William opened the door, taking my hand and helping me in. I felt like a princess … heading home in a pumpkin to an empty house. “Thank you again.” “Um, would you like to see the play?” “Huh?” “The play? Would you like to see it? We open Friday. I could leave you a ticket at the booth.” Blood rushed through me as I gazed into his eyes. Am I dreaming this? He wants me to come to the play! “Yes,” I said in a steady voice that surprised myself. “I’d like that.” “And then, maybe we could have dinner afterwards?” I don’t think I could have smiled any brighter. “I’d like that, too.” “Good.” We smiled awkwardly at each other. “I’ll see you on Friday, then.” The cab pulled away, leaving him on the sidewalk, waving to me. I waved back, then shouted in joy, startling the cabbie, who didn’t appreciate it. How could he have known that a brush with death had just brought me William? ******* The rest of the week went by like a slug in a grassy field: extremely slow. I went through my workdays with a perpetual smile pasted on my face, my thoughts on Friday night and dinner with William. I had resisted the urge to sneak back in the theater to see him, which took all of my willpower and put my excess energies into shopping for a dress and getting my hair done. When I surveyed the fruits of my efforts, I knew that I looked good and hoped he would see the same. The dress was a shimmery gold with belled sleeves and a deep slit at my right hip. My black hair was gently curled around my face, my eyes were dramatically lined with black and my lips glistened with sparkly red. I wondered if he would have a problem with the fact that I was a little on the muscular side because of my love for swimming but pushed that thought out of my head. I was moving too fast. After all, it was just a play and dinner. The ticket was waiting for me at the box office with a little note attached from William. Please join me backstage after the performance. My heart leaped again. I took my seat with the other patrons and watched the performance, finding that my attention was drawn to William. He was breathtaking. It seemed as if it had just started when the actors came out to take their bows. The audience stood when William and his leading lady came out and I clapped fiercely, smiling at the thought that I would be spending time with this marvelous man in just a few seconds. Then his eyes caught mine and he smiled even brighter, bowing in my direction. I dipped my head in acknowledgment and when the lights came up, headed for the backstage doors. The guard checked my name on the list and I made my way back. The hallway was boiling with people; actors, stage crew staff and patrons and I frantically searched for William. I finally saw him at the end of the hall, talking to another actor. “William!” He turned and began to make his way towards me. We met in the middle and he grabbed my hand, the power of the contact startling both of us into temporary paralysis. I could hear my heart beating in my ears as he pulled me forward and embraced me warmly. He felt so good. I closed my eyes and hugged him back. We remained like that for several moments before he pulled back. “You look absolutely beautiful.” “Thanks.” “Come on. Let’s go into my dressing room. It’s too loud out here.” We retreated to his dressing room and he popped the cork on a waiting bottle of Asti, offering me a glass. We drank deeply, communicating through our eyes. I wasn’t sure what he was feeling but I felt as if I was in a dream. My skin was tingling and my heart was fluttering under the intensity of his gaze. “I’m so glad you came.” “Me, too.” I stammered. There was a knock on the door and some of his friends poured in, breaking the tension and for the rest of the evening, we weren’t alone again. We went to dinner with the rest of the cast and ended up at someone’s house, having late, drunken cocktails. I was happy to find that he was the perfect gentleman, always making sure that my glass was filled and that I was comfortable. “You don’t have to do that, William.” I fussed, watching as he removed one of my shoes and massaged the sore instep of my foot. “Yes, I do.” He replaced the shoe and moved to the other, looking up at me. “It’s my job to serve you.” It’s my job to serve you. His words struck a chord in me and my pussy suddenly gushed. What was he saying to me? I decided to take a risk. “Then what should you be calling me?” Kneeling, with my foot in his hands, for my ears only, he whispered, “Mistress.” A jolt of electricity slammed through me and he arose, his eyes on me as if he were searching for my approval. I stood, taking a moment to catch my breath. I met his eyes, then wrapped my arms around him, placing my mouth at his ear. “Then you need a name, slave.” “My middle name is Sherrill.” He murmured, holding me close. “Then you’ll be cher. Cher as in Sherrill and cher as in ‘cher’, dear to me. Do you agree?” “Yes, mistress.” He whispered, giving me a squeeze. I bit his ear lobe, sucking the flesh into my mouth and smiled at his gasp. “Good. Then I think the first thing you should do is take me home.” “Whatever you say, mistress.” We said our goodnights to everyone and he took my hand, again helping me into the cab. I felt like a firecracker with a lit fuse, waiting for the explosion. I would never have ever thought that our date would end like this. He was not William, but he was my William. My cher William. I thought. My love slave. My pussy itched. “cher,” I said softly so that only he could hear. “Take your penis out.” He unzipped his pants and drew his penis out. He was a little on the small side but I didn’t care. I’d never liked those huge dicks anyway. As I watched, his cock grew and thickened in hardness. “Stroke yourself.” His fingers began to stroke his shaft, slowly and lovingly, his eyes closing for a moment, then swiveling to meet mine. I was amazed to see the trust in his eyes and it took my breath away. “Do you want me?” “Yes, mistress.” “And you want to be my sex slave?” “Oh, yes, mistress.” His penis twitched in his hand. “And you’ll do anything I want?” “Yes, mistress, anything.” “Then take your hand off your penis and cum for me. Think about eating my pussy … “ I didn’t even get to finish the sentence. His prick enlarged and thick ropes of cum shot out of the slit, landing on the back of the seat and dropping to the floor of the cab. He was biting his finger to keep from making noise and I saw that it had deep teeth marks. “That was good, cher. You have earned a reward.” “Thank you, mistress.” We pulled up at my house and after paying for the cab, I handed him my key and let him open the door. Once inside, I turned off the alarm system and kicked off my shoes. “It’s time for your reward, slave.” I felt a tingle as I said the words. I had never done anything like this before but the connection between us was too strong to deny. I wanted to please him and if being his mistress would please him, then that’s what I would do. “Get on your knees.” He dropped to his knees, watching as I strolled into the living room and laid down on the couch, my legs parted. “Crawl over here and eat my pussy.” He crawled across the floor and pushed my dress up. I watched in trembling anticipation as he leaned down and inhaled my wet musky panties. His hands touched my ankles, pulling my legs farther apart and began to lick his way up to my drooling pussy. I put my head back and moaned, loving the feel of his tongue against my sensitive flesh and his teeth as they nipped the insides of my thighs. My toes curled when he started licking the wet cotton center of my panties, mouthing the inflamed lips underneath. A mini-orgasm ripped through me. My sex slave smiled as his thick fingers hooked in the sides of my thong and pulled them down, spreading me open again. He turned the panties inside out and sucked on the part that had touched me, his eyes locked onto mine. I moaned, so turned on that he was so totally into me. He set the thong aside and lowered his face to my overheated snatch. I trembled as his breath cascaded over my wet pussy lips, then his long tongue began its assault, heading straight for my hidden nub and sliding wetly and deeply into my slit. I arched off the couch, his name on my lips as juice started to leak from my pussy. That proved to be a teaser. He moved to the side and thoroughly laved each outer lip and inner lip, driving me mad with desire as he blatantly ignored my pulsing hole. He was my slave but I was the mistress. He had me strung like a tight bow and it was obvious and so fucking sexy to know that he had power over me as well. “Suck me, cher. I can’t wait any longer. I want to cum on the tip of your tongue.” “Yes, mistress.” His tongue slipped into my hot hole and I gripped the cushions as the sensations raced down my spine. He knew exactly what to do. He licked different ways until he found my G spot, deep inside and buried his face in my hole. I grabbed his head and rubbed my slippery cunt against him, not caring if he couldn’t breathe, only focusing on the sweet orgasm that was building from the base of my asshole and arising through my pussy. “Oh, cher, cher, cher!” All I could do was scream his name as my climax overtook me, whipping me to a frenzy. I released his head, jerking as he gently laved my super-sensitive clit and throbbing hole, sucking my thick juices up. “That was perfect, cher.” I panted weakly. I knew at once that I wanted him, but I worried that it wouldn’t meld with his wishes. Could I perform as his mistress and treat him as a lover? I decided that I could and that I would have to, for my sake. His blue eyes bored into mine. “Undress me.” He pulled me to my unsteady feet and stripped the dress, garter belt and hose from me. A thrill ran through me as I saw that he didn’t mind the ravages of age on my body. His hands caressed me as if I were twenty years younger, stroking my ass cheeks, circling my nipples and sliding between my legs. I saw that his crotch was bulging. “Shall I undress, mistress?” “No, let me.” He stepped back, confusion on his face. “Please, mistress. It’s my job.” I pushed him back until his back was against the wall, pressing my naked body against him. “You said that you’d do anything I wanted.” “Yes, I will, mistress, but ... ” “But what?” I pressed my mouth to his, pulling his jacket off and unbuttoning his shirt. “You’re questioning my wants?” “No, mistress.” “I think you are and I told you that I don’t want to be questioned! You do what I say!” I sat on the side of the bed and yanked him onto my lap. “No!!!!!!!” “Yes.” My fingers opened his pants and I pulled him onto my lap. I loved the fact that his wet penis was hanging between my legs as I prepared to spank him. “You deserve this.” The first smack brought a cry of indignation from him. He squirmed and I held him tight. I laid three more spanks on his lily-white buttocks, ignoring his curses. “Am I your mistress?” He went silent for a moment. “Yes.” ”And do you accept the punishment that I’ve just given you?” His cock rubbed against me as he wriggled. It was hot and hard. “Yes, mistress.” “Good. See that we don’t have this argument again.” I stood, heading toward the bedroom. “Now, let’s go to bed.” Cher Ch. 02 When we entered the bedroom and I saw my big king-size bed, I had another idea. “Get on the bed.” He crawled onto the bed and sat looking at me, expectantly and I smiled. “Lie on your back and wait.” Excitement poured through me as I opened my closet door and selected a few items from my lingerie drawer. Fishnet stockings, held up by black silk garters, slid up my long legs. A black bustier went around my chest, my chocolate nipples hanging tantalizingly over the lace cups and black high-heeled shoes with thick chunky soles went onto my feet. He didn’t glance at me as I moved past and went into the master bathroom, adjusting my makeup by replacing my lipstick with a dark raisin color and putting a small beauty mark over my top lip. Now I was ready. I was ready to be his mistress and ready to make sure that he knew he belonged to me. “You may look at me, slave cher.” I saw a ferris wheel effect of emotions on his face. First, surprise, then lust and finally, complete and utter submission. I strode over to the side of the bed. “What do you think?” “You look beautiful, mistress.” “Do you think you deserve this body?” “No, mistress.” “Do you think you deserve to fuck me?” “No, mistress.” “To lick my pussy?” “No, mistress.” “Then what would you do to prove to me that you deserve my body?” “Anything, mistress.” “Then start by licking my shoe.” I lifted my right leg and my foot in his hands. He began to lick the shoe with long strokes. I shuddered and my nipples tightened. “All right, that’s enough.” He shrank back, his eyes imploring. “Lay back down, on your back.” He moved back to the center of the bed. “That wasn’t enough to convince me.” I climbed on the bed and straddled his face, looking down into his eyes. “Convince me more.” I placed my pussy onto his face and moaned as his mouth and tongue started laving me again. He wrapped his arms around my hips and pressed me harder onto his mouth and I groaned. I grabbed onto the headboard and began to rock against his face. “Oh, yeah.” I heard myself say, answering his growl. “Show me how well you can eat my pussy, slave.” “I live for eating your pussy, mistress.” Ecstasy raced through me and I moaned as his tongue pistoned in and out of my quivering cunt. “Slower, slave!” I bellowed, moving my hands to my 34Bs and pinching the eraser-sized nipples. “Oh, yeah. Eat my pussy, slave, you worthless piece of shit! You’re only worthy of sucking my cunt!” He groaned as I pressed harder on his face. His nose was buried into my fat pud, the tip grazing my tingling clit. I rocked again, moaning as he drove his tongue deep into my weeping pussy, my clit grazing his nose again. “Fuck!” The guttural growl escaped my lips as I ground my pussy down onto his face, humping him like I was in heat. My orgasm started from deep within my creamy pussy, boiling like a volcano until my muscles clenched. I felt like an animal; there was nothing but the importance of my climax in my mind and I came so hard that my asshole throbbed in pain. I sat back a little and he gasped, breathing in the oxygen that he had been denied. I glanced down at his cock, pleased to note that it was still standing tall. “Mistress, may I please have more?” “You’re awfully forward for a slave.” I smiled, loving the feeling of power. “I guess I can allow you to fuck my asshole, slave.” The lust-filled look in his eyes made me shiver and I moved back over his face, this time presenting my asshole to his mouth. He immediately began to tongue my crack, flicking over my pucker. I hadn’t really had anyone do that before but the feeling of his tongue pushing open and entering my sphincter made me shout in pleasure. “Oh, yeah. Fuck my asshole, slave!” I felt his long tongue stroking my ass innards, tasting my anal essence and I bit my finger to keep from shouting aloud. “You think that’s enough to convince me that you deserve to fuck my pussy?” He moved back up and pressed my hole to his mouth, sucking on my clit again. I almost came apart right then, but he moved down and tongued my hole, lapping up my pussy honey. I rubbed it in his face, grunting as I worked my way to a second climax. “You have to make me cum again, slave.” I felt the telltale signs that another orgasm was approaching and ground my pussy down harder. When I exploded into a million pieces, I was breathless. His tongue was lodged in my throbbing pussy and his finger crooked into my asshole. I came again and came hard. The aftershocks seemed to go on and on, fueled by his moans that vibrated into my body. It was several moments before I could move and lift myself from his face. As I climbed off, I noticed that he hadn’t cum. His poor prick was reddish-purple with need, his thighs quivering. “Why haven’t you cum, slave?” His voice was small, thin. “You did not tell me that I could, mistress.” Wow! I marveled over his restraint. He was waiting for my word. I hovered over him, noting the sheen of sweat that had formed on his body, tiny beads bubbled on his upper lip. I decided to torture him a little bit. I ran my nails over his chest and across his heaving belly. He groaned, his fingers clutching the sheet. “You want to cum, cockbitch?” He nodded, gritting his teeth. “Why should I let you cum?” “Because I did as you asked, mistress.” “And you think that’s enough?” He moaned, silent for a moment as he wrestled with himself. “Yes, mistress.” “You are insolent, slave!” “Yes, mistress.” “All right. You may cum.” He shouted as his cock pulsed, thick ropes of cum spurting out and landing on his chest. I was surprised to see how much he had cum but I had come to a larger realization. I was meant to be a mistress and cher was meant to be my slave. I commanded him to clean up and watched as he wiped his cum up and quickly swallowed it, licking his fingers clean. He remained in his kneeling position, looking up to me expectantly. “It’s time for you to leave.” He nodded and rose to his feet. “But first, you must put me to bed.” “Yes, mistress.” His big hands were gentle as he stripped the remainder of my clothes off and let me slide into the big bed. I ordered him to kiss my wet slit and lick my asshole before I pulled the covers around me. “Good night, slave. See yourself out.” “Yes, mistress.” “And make sure that you’re here bright and early.” “Yes, mistress.” He walked to the door, pausing to gaze at me, before switching the light off. I thought I saw a flicker of love there but was too scared to wish that. The whole dominatrix experience had overwhelmed my emotions and I was ready for down time. “Good night, mistress.” I sank into blissful oblivion. ***** When I awoke the next morning, I wasn’t sure of where I was or of what had happened the night before. But my sticky pussy reminded me. Rubbing a finger through those fat juicy lips, I relived the humiliation the orgasms that I’d had and soared towards another one, remembering how he had waited for a word from me to cum. My teeth rattled as I climax, moaning in delight. Mmmm, wonderful way to wake up. The bedroom door opened, scaring me at first, but when cher crawled through, I relaxed. He was naked, except for his boxers, and he soundlessly moved to the side of the bed. “Good morning, cher.” “Good morning, mistress.” I flung the covers aside, reluctantly pulling my fingers from my still-pulsing pussy. “Would you like a taste?” “Yes, mistress.” I dropped my hand down to his eye level and had a mini-orgasm as he sucked on my fingers, licking each one clean with his long tongue. It was so erotic. When he was finished, he gave me a small smile. “May I take you to the bathroom?” He must have seen the confusion on my face. “Get on my back and I’ll give you a ride in.” “All right.” I swung my legs over the side of the bed and slid my naked ass onto his back. That alone was an interesting feeling. My juicy pussy rubbed against his spine with each movement and I sighed, the sensations making my skin tingle. When we reached the bathroom, I stepped down and slid onto my toilet, releasing a golden stream. “Mistress.” “Yes, cher.” “Please save some for me.” “Save some what?” “Some of your piss.” That startled me. I certainly had heard of golden showers, but nothing like this. He explained to me that it was very sanitary and that he would not become sick. I wasn’t sure if I was really willing to do this but the look on his face touched me. “Just a little, cher.” “I understand.” He knew what I was feeling. “Stand up.” “I need to wipe.” “No!” His forcefulness surprised both of us. “Please, mistress. Let me clean you.” I stood, grimacing at the drips of urine that were running down the insides of my thighs. cher pushed my knees farther apart and moved between them, affixing his mouth onto my pussy. Just that feeling was exquisite. I started to release the small amount of piss that I had left and he moaned, his tongue dancing across the opening. I shuddered as his fat tongue lapped every nook and cranny, bringing me to one of the sweetest orgasms I’d ever had. Holding my waist, he licked the streams of urine from my legs, giving me a thorough cleaning, then let me sink back onto the toilet seat. “Thank you, mistress, for gracing your lowly worm of a slave with such a fantastic treat.” I allowed him to return me to the bedroom and numbly shrugged into a thick robe, one that I had not had prior to this morning. He gave me another small smile and kissed my hand before going back down on all fours and taking me into the kitchen. The table had been set for one and the smoky smell of bacon filled my nostrils. A single white rose lay across the plate and a large bouquet of wildflowers nearly overflowed out of a vase in the center of the table. “Wow.” I whispered, sliding into the chair. cher arose, washing his hands and whipped up two vegetable omelets. He put one on my plate, followed by several slices of bacon and filled my glass with orange juice. “This is very nice, cher. You might spoil me if you do this too often.” “It’s my job to please my mistress at all times.” I took a sip of my juice, waiting for him to sit down, but he did not. I turned to find him crouching on the floor, munching on a slice of bacon. “cher, please join me at the table.” “I am a wretched piece of shit, mistress. I do not deserve to share the table with you.” “Then I will not eat.” “Mistress … “ “No, cher. I will not eat unless you eat at the table with me.” I sat for several minutes before he arose and sat next to me, still looking undeserving. “William, I … “ “I understand.” He said dejectedly. “No, you don’t.” I touched his hand. “There are some things that I will do, but I won’t do that.” I paused. “Maybe I’m too soft to be your mistress.” He leaned forward and caught my mouth in a deep kiss, drawing a moan of pleasure from both of us. “No,” He whispered against my mouth. “You’re perfect, mistress.” My heart fluttered at the warmth I saw in his eyes. Maybe this would work. As long as he loved me, this would work.