The prelude .

The couple left the small restaurant in the harbor area and walked, at first, aimlessly, looking for a place ..., an alcove where they could indulge in a long-awaited, desired and expected adventure. And it was thus, walking eagerly, that they found in that building construction that seemed to date from the twenties or thirties, with a poorly maintained appearance, but, on the other hand, keeping in its frontispiece something insinuating that had ignited ideas of the whole order.
Discreetly, they walked into the room of that boudoir hotel, which looked more like something out of a 1970s horror story. The walls were coated with oil paint, the sheen of which did not hide the musty smell of the room. Inside, a high-pitched bed with a twisted mahogany headboard that had long since lost the bright, sober color that once gave it its dignity.
A chest of drawers of the same profile was leaning in the corner opposite the high window, protected by leaf-topped frames in a glass mosaic whose irregularity denounced the patches made over time. In the other corner, a very old wardrobe whose only reminiscence were the hand-profiled tablecloths, as the rest was already serving as a meal for termites and moths that hid from the eyes of the couple.
The old wooden floor creaked at every step, and the couple ended up laughing at the unusual situation, for even in that worn-out and impoverished environment, what they wanted was to enjoy their first moment together.
Calliope looked at Dante and smiled a brown smile; she was cold and trembling; she did not know how she had gotten there, in that place, with that man, who, a few minutes ago was just an icon in her notebook. She hesitated from the first moment, but after seeing him, handsome and graceful, with a refined and gentle air, she felt a chill run through her spine, feeling dominated by him and his insinuating manhood.
Dante approached her and held her by the shoulders affectionately, bringing his mouth towards her forehead and kissing her tenderly. He looked into her eyes; that mesmerizing look, which she felt scrutinize her and undress her always, without, however, invading her aggressively; she fell once more dominated by him.
Dante smiled paternally and then suggested that she take a bath; after all, the heat of that Friday afternoon was unbearable, and, incredibly enough, that pigsty had an air-conditioning unit that, believe it or not, worked! He held out his hand, showing Caliope the direction of the bathroom, and repeated the suggestion while arranging for the operation of the electronic accessory that was incompatible with the local scene.
Calliope turned in the direction indicated by Dante, but before she could take a single step, he grabbed her by the arm; she turned her eyes to her companion who, with his usual kindness, suggested that she undress right there, to her first delight.
She felt a shiver running through her body; the fear of undressing in front of that man she had just met ..., but, for the sake of the truth this was not true; they met through social networks and after much negotiation, she accepted the first meeting ..., even with fear and anxiety, she wanted to know that engaging man, of refined words and phrases, conqueror with class and who had captivated her from the first time. Calliope felt helpless in his presence; he seemed to have a kind of power to hypnotize her, to captivate her in such a way that she felt in his hands ...
There was no time, so, subtly, Dante began to unbutton the delicate cardigan that covered his partner, revealing a thin white silk shirt, whose transparency, revealed also the half-cup bra of black color so insinuating that Calliope was able to feel the fickle breathing of his partner, denouncing his state of excitement edging to the clouds.
There was no fear... there was no dread... there was only desire that hung in the air between them.
With the same care as before, he unbuttoned the thin shirt, leaving open what had previously been only a suggestion: the beautiful half-cup bra that highlighted Calliope's middle breasts. Dante fixed his thirsty gaze on his companion's bust, but restrained himself enough to help her with the soft cloth trousers, fastened to her waist only by a thin belt of dark leather; he loosened the belt and brought his hands up to her waist, pulling the trousers down.
Dante's manly hands were on fire, and Calliope could feel that heat burn her as if small hot irons were burning on the surface of her skin. Soon, the trousers had run down Calliope's slender body to the ground and revealed yet another preciousness to Dante's eyes and greed. The young woman was wearing a dental floss whose lateral threads were intersected by small swarovski crystals that gave an almost ethereal highlight in contact with the bronze-colored skin of the young woman sitting beside her.
His hands remained resting on his partner's hips and his eyes seemed to emit jets of light that, when they crossed each other, exploded in an inexplicable charge of energy. Dante dared to continue to help his partner, but Calliope quietly walked away, making it clear that it was not yet time for excesses.
She walked to the bathroom and, opening the door, felt an uncontrollable urge to burst out laughing; the interior of the room was detached from the rest, for it had a more modern and well-kept air; the cold floor was of a light coating with tones imitating white marble. All the toiletries and accessories were new and looked very well-kept.
There was a small but very cozy-looking bathtub and, on the opposite side, a glazed box with a large, air-conditioned jet shower. Calliope recovered from the surprise and after undressing completely, entered the box, triggering the water opening with a tap.
The initial jet, strong and intense, was projected onto the body of the young woman who, at first, felt an impacting cold that was gradually being relieved by the gentle warming of the water. Calliope bathed carefully, without, however, lingering under the water, as her little heart beat faster, wondering what Dante was doing while waiting for her.
With a fresh touch, she turned off the shower, and just after opening the sliding door of the cabinet, she remembered that she had not brought a towel; feeling her body cool very quickly, the young woman scoured the surroundings in search of the object of her immediate desire.
Suddenly she was startled by the entrance of Dante, who was carrying in his hands a stuffed towel; he walked up to her with measured steps, at the same time that he appreciated her delightful nakedness; for a moment, Calliope felt an almost instinctive urge to cover herself, hiding her nakedness from the male's eyes; however, the next minute she settled down as she knew that this was what they both wanted.
Dante approached her, wrapped her in the towel, then squeezed her with almost fatherly affection. She let herself be embraced by her partner, feeling protected in a way she had never felt before with another person ..., he gave her confidence and security ..., as if he were more than just a lover ..., as if he were her owner!
Dante took Calliope in his arms and carried her back to the room; he approached the bed and deposited her on it with measured gestures; he stood erect, looking at her for a few minutes, as if he were savoring the female wrapped in the bath towel.
Calliope smiled timidly, but Dante stepped forward and opened the towel, revealing at once the stealthy and well-turned nakedness of his partner. With a modulated and restrained tone of voice, he ordered her to sit on the edge of the bed, facing him. Calliope looked at Dante and felt dominated by an external force that, from that moment on, seemed to control her will, having as its command center the voice and the incisive gaze of her partner.
Dante stroked Calliope's breasts and her nipples, immediately numbed, became jagged and pointy, revealing the young woman's state of excitement.
The scene was more than curious ..., it was suggestive; she, naked, he dressed with an unusual formality for that time of day and for that place; Dante was wearing black suit and tie with a shirt also black, with an air half executive, half gangster (something that Calliope had loved from the first moment he saw him!).
After a while, he ordered her to lie on all fours on the bed, with her legs spread and her butt turned towards him; Calliope obeyed without much delay, as she still felt possessed by the commanding tone of her deep, masculine voice. She opened her legs to her partner, and in a few minutes felt the warm, firm touch of Dante's hand.
At first, he prescribed the large lips of her vagina that was already in an advanced state of excitement, with a small seminal fillet flowing from its interior and denouncing how excited she was. Dante, with great skill, opened the vaginal lips, and carefully squeezed the clitoris of his partner, who was swollen and seemed to be pulsating hallucinatingly.
He massaged the small vaginal muscle and pinched it from time to time, causing the young woman to twitch and groan softly; she was loving the tenderness and skill with which Dante handled her clitoris, causing spasms and shivers that followed one after another, leaving her in a complete state of excitement. And it did not take long for her to enjoy her first orgasm of that day ..., hot and voluminous, the young woman was frightened by that small waterfall that flowed from her entrails.
It was so good and intense that Calliope groaned as she felt free to do so without any modesty; however, a strong slap on her buttocks made her realize that she would be acting inappropriately according to her sexual preceptor.
She looked over her shoulder and saw the flashing, furious look of Dante who, grinding his teeth, ordered her to be quiet, and that this was no time for scandals.
-You belong to me! <unk> he asserted with a tempered tone of voice of command and will <unk> do only what I want, or even what I allow ..., understood?
Calliope nodded, lowering her gaze in full submission... she didn't quite know what she was feeling, but there was a perception that Dante was, in fact, her master and lord, and that she felt an eagerness to obey him and make him happy.
Dante resumed the caresses on her vagina, and whenever she writhed on the verge of a new orgasm, he slapped one or two slaps on her buttocks; with each stroke, Calliope felt the burning that ignited the surface of her soft skin, but at the same time she also felt an inexplicable excitement that made her want to be punished again by her owner and master.
These were complex and at the same time ambiguous feelings that pervaded Calliope's mind, full of desire, excitement, fear, will and everything else that the human mind can conceive; she delighted in Dante's skillful hands, giving him immense pleasure in playing with his vagina and clitoris, and she also resented every time that, as she moaned, she received a vigorous slap, showing who was in charge ..., who commanded ..., who subdued her!
Orgasms came one after the other, driving Calliope mad who restrained herself to the utmost not to scream at the top of her lungs; she knew that such an act would result in much more aggressive and instigating punishments. Dante enjoyed provoking his partner, making her enjoy silently, fulfilling her obligation as his slave. Dominating Calliope's will was what excited Dante the most as he felt his member pulsate, whose hardness pressed on the fabric of his trousers, daring to announce his impetuous desire to reveal himself; this was even more delicious.
Suddenly, Dante stopped caressing Calliope's vagina, moving away just enough for him to appreciate the scene: four-year-old Calliope with her butt up and legs open, displaying her vagina that glowed in the natural light that still poured into the environment, reflecting the seminal moisture that subtly flowed between the inner parts of the thighs of the female.
The man was enraptured by the prize that Calliope represented for him; he recalled the conversations between him and the young woman, where the recurring theme was the BDSM universe; her dream was to be enslaved by a Dom (<unk>Dominador<unk>), a lord, a master of her wills and desires. The alpha male, powerful and untamed who, while caressing, also knows how to punish, subjecting the slave to the wills of the one who owns her body and also her soul.
In fact, Dante had been rewarded with Calliope, for she was everything that a dominator could dream of as his favorite slave; docile, beautiful, sensual and of an eloquent submissiveness, but without exaggeration. Her almost youthful face and with subtle angelic touches, made Calliope the most disturbing female specimen, able to make men flatter themselves by possessing her, but few able to conquer her in her inner will to be submitted.
Dante was in a trance, enjoying his newest feminine achievement and imagining, better dreaming, what possibilities were unfolding for both of them. A brief <unk>stalo<unk>, made the subject leave that world of dreams and fall into the sweetest of realities ..., a soft, velvety voice seemed to propagate within Dante's mind.
Calliope's tone of voice was almost a whisper filled with captivating gentleness taking over the environment.
Dante looked at her as she held herself steady in that position she had held all along that her vagina had become a toy in his hands and after taking a deep breath, he nodded his head in agreement with her request.
- May I... please return the gift you gave me?
Dante, taken by a sudden and unexpected surprise, hesitated to answer, but the curiosity to know what such retribution would be, once again, nodded with a gesture, allowing his partner to act as he wished.
"But pay attention!" he said in an aggressive and loud voice. "If you do something I don't like, the punishment will be imminent".
Calliope stood, measuring every gesture and every act meticulously, for she did not want, in any way, to become a victim of the wrath of her new lord and master. She walked up to him and, delicately, knelt before him; Dante, not outlining any reaction, remained to observe the behavior of his prey who, in turn, acted carefully, endeavoring to satisfy him to the fullest.
Her delicate hands landed on the shoulder strap of Dante's trousers and with measured movements made their way up to the waist, where they unbuttoned the belt and unbuttoned the trousers, which, after descending the zipper with an impressive softness, ended up sliding towards the ground. Calliope looked at the projecting volume boldly, forward, almost breaking the boundaries of the black boxer briefs, and her eyes seemed to dazzle with what she saw.
Calliope touched the volume with both hands, feeling its power and fondly kneading it; then she pulled the last hindrance that separated her from the penis, causing the panties to release the huge hard member, swollen glans and whose ureter swirled the harbinger of a bright drop, denouncing the uncontrollable state of excitement of the male.
The young woman was mesmerized by that hard, thick member of almost mind-boggling dimensions; she had always dreamed of a man whose potency was something worthy of a pornographic film of the seventies, coupled with a beautiful appearance and unadulterated chivalry; and Dante, now, proved to be all of this ..., and more!
She raised her gaze clashing with the eyes injected with horny of her partner; Dante did not move, in spoke nothing ..., just looked at the sweet Calliope at his feet, submissive, angelic, obedient and thirsty of sex.
Without taking her eyes off her partner, Calliope drew her lips closer to the huge member pulsating in front of her; she stared at Dante as he went on, until the inevitable and also eagerly anticipated happened; she sucked delicately at her partner's protruding gland, in the same way a schoolgirl does with an ice cream: gulp, but no exaggeration. Then she went on, swallowing inch by inch that huge piece of hard, pulsating meat.
Dante, for his part, sipped every moment as if it were unique and felt rewarded for having found a girl like Calliope ..., everything that a Dom desires from a sub found meaning in that girl-woman, docile, soft and, at the same time, insinuating and exciting. While she buckled her thick and hard member, he stroked her hair, until the moment when, taking them by a tail made with his hands, he began to pull them back, relieving and tension and allowing her to continue to rise sucking and licking her pulsating roll.
Calliope devoted herself to the art of giving pleasure to her partner who, she imagined, would soon become her master ..., something she had longed for ..., to belong to someone; someone who was, at the same time, her owner, her master, her protector, her tutor ..., the provider who would give her everything she wanted, but who would also know how to punish when it was necessary.
She sucked and licked that majestic penis, causing her partner to throw his head back and groan like a madman. Dante was savoring every second of pleasure that Calliope was providing him with the best oral sex he had been subjected to in recent times.
Suddenly, he pulled his female's hair, forcing her to stop what she was doing and look at him. He leaned over to her and they both kissed each other very passionately; Dante savored that kiss as the first he had ever given to a woman who was still sucking his dick and Calliope retaliated as an obedient slave should.
In the next instant, Dante was lying on the bed, half-naked, with Calliope over him, continuing his attempt to suck and lick his partner until the orgasm rewarded him. The dexterity of the young woman denounced not a wide experience in the art, but, on the other hand, revealed the immense pleasure with which she devoted herself to sucking and licking the hard and pulsating member.
The two of them were lost ... without a sense of time and space, just delighting in oral sex performed with dedication; Dante stroked the hair of Calliope who, from time to time, interrupted his task, to face the eyes of his partner, trying, somehow, to interpret it.
And in this climate, the orgasm came, hot, intense and viscous, filling the mouth of the young woman who tried in every way to sip all that volume of semen, but soon overcome with the load flowing between her lips. Dante gasped, while less and less intense spasms ran through his body, denouncing that his virility was defeated.
Calliope delighted in Dante's orgasm and after a while, she became inert and overcome by fatigue.
Hours later, in front of the hotel, Dante boarded his partner in a taxi, instructing the driver as to her destination.
As the vehicle pulled away, Calliope turned back and stood watching as Dante's silhouette became a distant blur swallowed up by the first veils of the inexorably advancing night; and deep in her heart she yearned that this would not be the first and only meeting between them...
She thought that at last her search was over and that she had finally found her Dom, her master and lord . . . the one to whom she would render all obedience and all pleasure.