Claus: The awakening of a Lord

Is Celia here? I know that voice. - No, Maria Claudia, she went to... - Ah! Don't tell me you went to bingo again, honey? Ah, ah... this Celia... It doesn't work, does it? Are you sure she's really at bingo, Louis? Besides, I have to swallow this... - What? It's definitely at bingo. It's like a religion. - Listen, Luisinho, I needed some World Bank tables that Celia has there and... shshs... ,bzzzz... Well, I'm gonna take advantage that Maria Claudia's phone went off the air to clearly structure the situation for you. Celia, Ana Celia, is my wife. We've been married for 20 years, and to my deep heartbreak, from time to time, she got addicted to this stupid thing called bingo. You go there every time you have a free time, you've been making friends with some unbearable vans. I'm sorry if you think I'm prejudiced, but I've met a lot of her little friends. They use two neurons in the brain: one controls the canvas of the drawn balls, the other the bingo card. And just... In these, I refuse to waste my time and money. ..I'll just stay home, or I'll go to the movies alone. Today, Sunday, you'll be there for hours, only returning late at night. And it is not some lover: it is the same damn bingo, which has helped to turn sensuality here at home into an increasingly intermittent and bureaucratic activity. I'll never understand how a woman like Celia, and as many others as she, educated, intelligent, with her professional position and preparation, dedicate so much time to something so empty and frivolous. Unnecessarily we have discussed: she loves, and is not willing to abandon the habit. C'est la vie... Maria Claudia, Clau, is a colleague of hers. You're part of a group of friends who've been meeting for years. Some kind of lulucy club. By the way, every time I participate in the meetings, they look at me and make subtle innuendoes... Their group eventually opened up to the husbands who were emerging. The result is that we always meet at one of the couples' house. Never less than twice a month. Claus is the only one who's ever remained single. It is beautiful, blonde, green eyes, always very elegant and seems to make a point of, wherever it is, keeping on itself an aura of sensuality, discreet but inviting... He never married, lives with boyfriends, often younger, in cases that last a few months. The phone rings again: - Lu, I was thinking of stopping by to get this stuff, I'm close to you now, can I... - Clau, aren't those green manuals with the economic growth prospects of the Southern Cone? This stuff Celia's using directly. - What? Yeah, honey, I just need about two or three tables of statistics, which are in them. That's all I need to complete a report. You can copy for me on the scanner, you won't say you can't, will you? I, conforming to the loneliness of Sunday afternoon - and night too, bingo goes far. I was just getting ready to watch football. Now I'll have to welcome Maria Claudia, and the prospect of being alone with her makes me unsure. Maria Claudia has always made provocations, not always very discreet, towards me - calling here, when she is sure Celia is not, is very common... A few years ago there was a small event, which returns and a half: it was a party of the group and she apparently had more wine than usual. As always very elegant, decided to show her friends the very high heels she had brought from Milan. He raised his leg in the air, showing off his shoes, as a result, a vai formed between his legs. Faced with me, she talked livelyly with the others, but always staring at me, while she showed me the revelation of transparent panties. He only stopped when he noticed that the others were realizing something, but since then, almost always when I meet him at a party, he seeks some chance of more privacy, to talk to me away from others, always making a certain charm, with a tip of provocation. Two months ago, at another party, he came to keep my ear secret: - Lu, today's is red... I always remember a fact that then intrigued me: some time ago, at one of those meetings, women started arguing about what a party was supposed to be like. The thing was going in circles, in the typical conflict of egos and jealous of them. After hours of hearing multitudes of "I think...", of things like "at Camila's party it was like this..."; "...it has to be something different this year..." (without proposing anything), more than full, I did what should be done. I beat the crap out of the table -- virtual, of course -- shut them all up, and I made a complete suggestion as to how the damn party could be done, indicating location, menu and theme. It was just a suggestion that ended up being adopted in full. But it cost me my wife and a couple more, macho and authoritarian. Look at that. But it looks like Clau saw it differently. I couldn't help but notice that while I ordered the house that day, she bit her lips when she looked at me. There's never been anything between us. I've always taken care of myself. You're my wife's friend. But... Well, this is the woman who's about to meet a lonely man, full of... I'm turning on the computer when there's a bang on the street and the electricity goes down. I'll call the doorman, see if he saw what's going on, and he'll let me know that there's been a massive explosion in a transformer right in front of the building. The janitor is already warning the dealership, so an emergency team can come. The prospect is of a few hours without light, therefore, impossible to scan the tables Maria Claudia wants. I'll call her and let her know. - Gee, Lu... I need those papers so badly... wouldn't you be nice enough to take them home? - All right, Clau. I'll leave it at your door, then you give it back... - It's okay. No, honey! I know Celia's gonna need the publication tomorrow. I know she's gonna use it for her classes at GV. It'll be good, because then you teach me how to use my scanner properly that I just bought... - All right, Clau... go home. I'll meet you there in 15 minutes, you're practically next door. Lu, tell you what, come in about an hour and a half, will you? Well, it's almost 3:00 in the afternoon, the repair outside will take hours, so no football, no reviewing my computer reports. On the other hand, it has long inspired my curiosity. They always said Maria Claudia's apartment is of extreme taste, being a very admired hostess... I remember that Alcides, the husband of Solange, another of that group, had said something about the temperature of Claus between four walls: hot, very hot. He spoke in a tone of "hear-say." But from the looks of it, given the wealth of detail it revealed, the thing had been with himself. And that, aside from other aspects, proves that she can be discreet... I'm waiting for time to pass and I'm heading there. I had never been alone with Clau before, despite all her innuendo around me. Now, on the basis of everything, I make a decision. Technically, I'm just gonna take some papers. But whatever happens, hell... Let it happen! Coming to the apartment, I confirm your reputation of taste. The environments have a stripped-out refinement, with few furniture, but always of an accurate design, with a perfect and very pleasant set of colors on the walls, engravings and tapestries. She welcomes me in a light dress, back to the show, silken crepe, as always very elegant. Your skin has the appearance and fragrance of someone who just came out of the bath. That's why I asked you to take my time. I wanted to be prepared. Put me on the main couch in the living room. Sit in the cane bergère in front of me. He keeps talking to me, with his right leg raised, supporting his bare feet on the other thigh. Hug your own leg and lean on me. Despite the boldness, the tissue, very light, molds itself to the body, preventing this posture from revealing, as it had already done to me - and intentionally. ..other times. But I clearly feel like you're testing me. - You prefer your 12-year-old whiskey, don't you? - No, Clau... It's not necessary... - It's okay. Don't luxuries me! Of course you want... He gets up and walks to the bar, grabs two long glass glasses of crystal, grabs ice rocks in a silver bucket over the table - everything was prepared ... - and stands up, stretching his arms to pick up a bottle from the shelf of the bar. I keep watching, seeing how the light from the living room windows is filtered through the fabric of the dress, delineating its body in detail... Lifting a leg to reach the bottle, the lines of your thighs become even more evident, including with pubic details...discreetly delight me. Serve me and sit on a pillow on the carpet next to me. This new posture makes it clear that the game has begun... You realize your new position intrigues me. - What? For a girl educated at Socilla, better so... - On the ground! - What? Yes, dear, it is recommended when the lady does not wear lingerie... If she likes it, I also appreciate a good game. I pretend natural. - What? You don't even have that transparent one last time? - Smile... - It's okay. Last time it was the red thong, how can you forget! I wanted you to see... Since the game has started, I'll follow up... - Oh, yes. I'm confused. After all, you always show me your panties. - I provoke... - It's okay. What are you thinking? I'm in my house, I stay and act as I please. ..and you know what, if someone lived here with me, they wouldn't be abandoned now while I was hanging out at bingo, if that's what happened... Clau, Celia's habits are not on the agenda. - It's okay. Deep down, even you'd rather have a lover. At least there would be signs of life... - Would you stop, Maria Claudia! I do not intend to discuss my marital relationship with you, and I stop here, but first know, lady, that in every relationship there are some defects, but there are also countless qualities. You never married, so maybe that's why you're not used to thinking about the variables of a stable relationship... Maria Claudia stands up and stares at me, her facial rhythm has changed, her eyes are cold and fixed. - What? You're all the same... is to provoke a bit that reacts in the standard way... - Claus, standard form one... - All the same! You think there's an immaculate wife, even if it's not... preserving, and little whores free to use when they want to, don't you? You keep staring at me... - Look here, my dear, I am an independent, affective, professional and financially speaking woman. I put whoever I want in my bed, I show them my panties, and they're all imported to whoever I want! Maria Claudia, she continued to speak in a louder and louder tone, making a cascade of accusations and grievances, and at one point she began to follow this attitude with her hands pushing me - she had also raised me - with her long nails almost pierced my chest. - What's going on, Clau? Are you crazy? But she wouldn't stop. There came a time when the aggression of his sharp nails and the insults he was telling me became more than unacceptable. Almost without thinking, I immobilized his right arm and slapped him in the face. It was a defensive reaction, but still, something that scared me, because I had never acted like this. She immediately stopped and dropped herself on the pillow. And before I could worry - after all the slap wasn't that strong, it was more of a rascal to let me go - she showed me that same look from that discussion about the party, and she said to me: - You're right. I deserved... He got up, took the whiskey and took a long shot. - It's okay. Please wait here. Don't worry, it's okay now. Here's your whiskey. It'll just be a moment. He walked away and went to one of the rooms. From there, he said to me: - It's okay. Don't worry, I'll call you... Then I realized that I was participating in a previously planned theatricalization, in every detail by Clau, and everything, I must admit, sounded much better than the sameness of a Sunday marasmo... I had the whiskey, realizing I was getting very excited. - Lu, come on! I'm ready, and I know you're ready too... Come on! When you said "come," I remembered Alcides' comments. That monosyllable stood out from the rest of the sentence, raised room temperature and expressed much, much desire. I went to meet you. I took the corridor from the private wing of the apartment. In the back there was the suite, next to a room turned into an office, and before that a third bedroom, there my hostess waited. When I come in, I see a stripped environment. A heavy curtain totally seals the passage of natural light, a colonial dresser has its marble top covered with colored candles lit, the only lighting, and censers. On the floor rugs, pillows and a mat. In that atmosphere of dense atmosphere, Maria Claudia awaits me, leaning against the bottom wall. You're totally naked, with your back to me, wearing only very high-heeled shoes that left your derrière deliciously up. An ecstatic vision... There are two rings fixed to the wall above your head. She has her left hand tied by silk strips to one of them. Turn to me and ask: - What? Please... please, even my right hand. I'm in the game and I accept the rules; I tie your hand, carefully so the bow doesn't hurt you. She leans her head against the wall, steps back and puts her legs together, and says to me, - You know what has to be done! I offended you, I reviled you and yet I am what I am... punish me! No mercy! Make your hands the whip I deserve... She further removed the trunk from the wall, her body, her ass, with the provocative sunmark, are even more delicious in that flickering candlelight. Yes: Despite something disconcerting, I know now that Maria Claudia likes it. And you will. I felt in me the man she wanted at that moment. I won't deny you anything you want... - It's okay. In the first drawer of the dresser is a talc, so you can pass it on your hands... I massage my hands with the talc, which doesn't exactly look like a cosmetic. I think it's that kind of magnesium-based compound that trapezistas and climbers use to get more grip. I go back to her who stays in the same position. With a voice a little cloudy by the density of the moment she tells me: - Here now, I know and you know we don't have names anymore. I'm your slave! You're my master... I'm ready to receive my punishment, ready for you to humiliate me, so that you can help me and make me the right one to serve you... Your body trembles when you tell me. Your eyes are closed, your breath is gasping... Although, still surprised by what brought me on Sunday afternoon, I assume the persona that the moment demands: - What? Insolent, who gave you the right to face me? And as I feel she wants to hear, I whisper with my voice, already full of my excitement in her ear: - What? I'll teach you... I'll remind you you're a whore! A sigh, the chilly skin, the breasts with the delicious swollen beaks were his response. I raise my right hand in the air and I vibrate a slap on his left buttock. The sound of his soft flesh being struck echoes in the environment. - No, Master... don't hit me, please... The left hand vibrates on your right buttock, with more vigor. The displacement of the arm in the air, causes fire in the candles to dance; intermittent light makes the climate stronger... - It's okay. Shut up! You're just a slave now! You have no other right than to ask for your punishment! You can only ask for more. You can only express yourself in the language of your kind. The right hand vibrates again. - Yes, Master, hit me more, leave my red buttocks so I don't forget your energy... hit! I go down to the left hand, the splash fills the room as if the sound was solid, composing with the groans of Maria Claudia. First a "ai" of pain, which sounds false... then a deaf scream, which comes from within, which begins severe, almost silent, reaches the diaphragm and becomes acute, clearly expressing its enjoyment... - Buttocks? Is that the way to talk about someone like you? Left hand turn. - Yes Master, always remind me that I'm a whore... your Puta! It beats my ass, makes my meats soft so they can serve you later... And so I go on. His sighs are getting deeper and deeper, releasing all the air from his lungs as his ass is struck, breathing in a golf course next. I decide to stop: even in the penumbra it is evident that your ass is all red, touching it lightly I feel as it is hot. Clau released the body completely, leaving himself hanging by the tied arms. Your breathing is now more paused. Without asking, I go back to the dresser, I'd seen some pots of cream. In one of them is a strip, noted " refreshing". I take and apply in the area where the "discipline" was performed. Clau stands up in a torment of relief. Between the thighs, below the perineum, a dense liquid flows. She came, very... - Master, I have received my punishment. Now I know who I am and what I must do. Release my hands to show you my gratitude... I let her go. Maria Claudia turns her arms in the air, relaxing her muscles. By doing this facing me, your breasts rise. On the two deliciously pink nipples, the beaks point petreos at me. It's beautiful, very beautiful. Walk towards me and before you say anything, take your right hand gently to my lips: - No Master, you don't have to say anything... your slave knows what to do. In a subtle way, caring takes me against the wall I was on, opens my shirt, kisses my chest, squeezes your breasts against it. Kneel before me. Go down, open my belt, zip my pants, take it off, throw it away. Slow down my underwear. When the waist band comes down, my limb jumps out, throbbing almost painfully, such a state of excitement in which I find myself. I want to talk, say a lot, but I know the moment is quiet, so that we can enjoy as intensely as possible every moment. With her hands in her shell, Maria Claudia holds my dick almost with reverence. So, with a bright look, a smile, you pick it up and rub it on your face. Take it to his lips, where he rubs his red head, as he would with a lipstick... then opens his mouth and slowly swallows it whole, making a rhythmic movement. On my feet, I hold your head by my hair and bring it to me, as I move my waist making my dick penetrate your greedy mouth... And every order I give you, every sentence... - Suck it all, you bitch... - Swallow, I know you like fucking... The enthusiasm of your performance increases... The session is still on the mat, where she takes me by the hand. We lie down and I suck it all, I get tired of the sweet taste of your breasts, even the dense, juicy, spicy taste of your sex... Sucking that delicious pussy, I feel it almost crazy, when Clau screams full of horny: - My master, my master... come! Take me now... for years I've wanted you... If there were doubts about Maria Claudia's alcove temperature, now they fall to the ground. She makes love like a tigress in heat. Screams, scratches, constantly changes position so that it penetrates deeper and deeper. There doesn't seem to be a single muscle in it that isn't focused on the pleasure of these moments. Our enjoyment is of a climax is indescribable. ..useless to look for words; whoever has lived knows what I speak. She gets up and comes back with new glasses of whiskey. We drink to the celebrated pleasure, we kiss, our hands start exploring our bodies again, the temperature rises again... Clau gets up and goes to the dresser where he gets another pot of cream. Returning to me, he approaches by gently biting the wolf of my ear whispering to me: - My master... it's time to receive the meat you softened so well... come! Sodomize your slave! It is placed on four, the face leaning on the tatami, the back drawing an arch and the legs wide open . Even a Byzantine statue would get excited... I take it again, now from behind. Filled with cream, it offers little resistance to penetration. Little by little, I'm throbbing inside it, and it feels delicious. She's delicious! Another unforgettable joy... After that, he invites me to a shower, a long shower where once again we make love. For the prospect of a Sunday of marasmo, a surprising afternoon and evening... Saying good-bye to Clau, right outside the apartment, I can see the charts. Before you say anything, Clau kisses me and says: - Save it for another day, honey. I can wait. And smile, in a delightfully provocative way: - What? What I really needed, I got... When I'm getting in the elevator, she still tells me: - You can help me with that scanner the other day. How about Thursday, isn't it bingo day? There's so much you can do... The elevator door closes, with the invitation open. Maria Claudia got more than she had planned. After so many years of great daily life, the Lord awoke in me, master of ceremonies of the celebrations of sensuality. That elegant apartment was the stage of countless other moments, such as the ones I described. In fact, once the complicity between the Lord and the slave has been established, the sensations are growing. A couple of years ago, Clau was promoted, invited to take over a position of his company in Boston. From there to here, although we always talk on the Internet, we couldn't see each other anymore. Pity! C'est la vie... LOBO Published text. Copyright reserved. It is prohibited to reproduce, in whole or in part, and to be transferred to third parties, except with formal permission from the author. Law 5988 of 1973