Chapter Ten
We went our separate ways and agreed I would pick her up Tuesday
morning. She would go with me to set up her checking account.
She was so thrilled that she was going to have a checking account
and a credit card. I would run her credit card through as expenses.
I told her of the amount that would be deposited every month. Amanda
was surprised and estastic. She gave me a big hug and said she would
be over after class. She asked if I could be at my place by five.
Of course I could. What Amanda wants, amanda gets! I went home and
called my office to tell Jeanine I would be out the remainder of the
evening.
About four I started watching for Amanda. When she drove in the
garage I ran out to greet her.
"Larry, I want to admire my art work." Amanda said as soon as she
I opened the door for her. She looked at it closely.
"Ooooh, I bet that hurt," she cooed as she ran her fingers over the bites.
"They are love bites, you know." She looked up at me and smiled showing
more teeth than normal.
"You don't really mind my biting you since I enjoy it so much, do you?"
"I thought I would, I do not do pain very well. Something happens to me
I don't understand. When I am with you, I become so engrossed in your
pleasure, that I maybe kinda like the pain. That sounds dumb to me.
But whatever pleases you, I want to do, even though it hurts me. That
makes no sense."
"It does, Larry. Trust me it does. It makes a lot of sense, and I adore
you. You are very special. I think we will be together a long time.
Your living for my pleasure is my ultimate requirement. Everytime we are
together I become more and more convinced you were made just for my fun
and pleasure. There is a lot more, a whole lot more."
She cocked her head to one side and said through a saucy smile, "You ain't
seen nothing yet"!
I moved my hand to her leg. Her skin was so smooth and her leg very firm.
Her leg was relaxed, yet firmer than most people when they are tensed.
The first time I felt her leg I thought she was really tensed up. She
wasn't, she was just solid. She put a hand over mine and traced her
fingers over my hand.
"Look! There is a dent where I bit your finger! Give me your hand!"
She brought my finger to her mouth, put her teeth in the exact spot,
looked at me, smiled, and bit down.
"Ohhhh," I yelled. I watched her as she tortured my poor finger. Her
teeth were still clamped. She released it and held it up to me, not
unlike a kid would show someone her new present.
"Feel! She said. Her eyes were sparkling, her face was aglow. She
looked like she had just won a hugh jackpot. All she had done was
leave a deep indentation in my finger. I looked at it. It looked
like it might start bleeding any second. I felt of it as much
because it hurt as to please Amanda. There would be a bruise there
that would take make up to cover. As if she could read my mind she
looked into my eyes and said,
"Don't you dare cover that up. I like to see my designs, and that
one is going to be so cool. I love it already. See where my teeth
were. Maybe I will bite in the same spot everyday!" "Here give me
another finger."
I know I am totally out of my mind. She was estatic over biting and
bruising me. I was accepting it like it was nothing. I should have
protested more over being written on with a pen. I probably would have.
Hey, her teeth hurt. What I meant was, her teeth hurt my finger!
"Carry me to bed. I need you slave. I need you a lot!"
I carried her up and layed her on the bed. She toyed with my finger in
her mouth. She would bite a little and when I would look at her she
would bite down more. After about four times I quit looking at her.
She was not biting in the same spot but was chewing on my whole finger.
I already had a finger that was swelled a little from a prior night
session with those teeth. I cut my eyes toward her. She was pressing
on her g spot while biting my finger. She was getting off by biting me.
I know if I had any sense at all, I would have left her on the side of
the street. No way could I do that now. I looked at all of her.
Amanda was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I think she gets
more beautiful everyday. Her right hand was making little circles,
pressing on her g spot. Her head was on the pillow. Her left hand held
my wrist. She was chewing on my finger to the rythym of her hand movement.
I did not believe she realized she was hurting me so much. When her mouth
would open, I could have pulled my hand away. I did not. I did not move.
I was in pain but mesmerized by watching her get off on biting me. Her eyes
were closed.
The biting pressure intensified and the bites became more rapid. I left my
finger in her mouth knowing when she climaxed her teeth may very well go
to the bone. She reached her climax but just before doing so, she removed
my finger from her mouth. My finger had been badly chewed. There were small
drops of blood in several places. It was about double it original size.
She licked her lips and looked at me.
"I am hazzardous to your health, Larry. Are you absolutely sure you want to
belong to me. I do not always take so good care of my things. I get caught
up in the moment. I am not sorry Larry. I enjoyed every second. I know you
are in pain and went through a lot of pain. It turns me on more to know
that. There is something we can do about it if you want. It will not stop
this sort of thing but it will lessen it, for you anyway."
"What can we do, Amanda, I can not give you up. Nothing can be worse than
that. A year with you, is worth a thousand times more, than forever without
you could be worth. No matter what you do, I am yours, I am staying yours
as long as you want."
She smiled at me. There was some blood on a couple of her teeth, my blood.
"We can pickup a man once a month or more often. I can really abuse them
without caring for them at all. Like really use them, then just dump them.
Who cares about them. They are guys that want this sorta thing anyway.
I have feeling for you, deep feelings. I hold back the best I can. With
them I could just let go and really enjoy their misery, like really, really
use them."
"Do you mean kill them," I asked somewhat startled.
"No, of course not, Larry, I would not do that, come on!" "They would be
well, used. Not fatally used, but they would be hurt, and they would be
well, used. I would do horrible things to them. But, Larry, they would
want me to."
"OK, what is, 'used', I have to know that."
"No you don't. You have to trust me. If I do not do this to strangers,
eventually I will do it to you. I should have said nothing, but I just
seen what I did to your finger and know very well that I am capable of
a whole lot more." She shook her head and frowned, "Forget it, just
forget it".
I moved my head to the foot of the bed and licked her pussy. This is one
thing both of us love. She took my hand and put it near her mouth. I looked
up at her Her beauty had me overwhelmed completely. My thoughts were formed
in fear of losing her. I would do anything to keep even a tiny part of her.
"Amanda, I have fell fast and very hard for you. I know I will
eventually be hurt. But I am living for the minute. There is no one in
the world like you. I am in love with you. You have done so much to me
but I love you more all of the time. I do not think I could walk away
from you. I am engrossed in all things that are Amanda. I love you so
much, but Amanda, sometimes you scare the shit out of me."
"I know, I have seen the fear in your eyes. It is always followed by
the look of love or worship. I do not know which. I think they are
the same. The kind of love you have for me, I mean. I know the power
I wield over you. I think I can do anything I please to you. If I can,
I will. I am like that. Sometimes when I do stuff to you, I may even
regret it. I won't tell you though. I will just use you again. I will
keep using you until I use you up. Even though I have told you these
things, you will stay with me, be my slave, and let me use and torture
you all I want. You would never lift a hand to stop me. I own you,
really own you."
She looked at me all the while she was telling me the things I already
knew, and yes, feared. I thought about my situation. I have never been
under the total power of anyone before, few have. This was no fantasy.
I was living the real thing. The difference is incomparable. I have
always been an admirer of pretty things. I love beauty in many forms.
I am mesmerized by this little thing. When she was chewing on my finger,
it hurt tremendously. I know I could have stopped it, if I really
wanted to. What bothers me is, I did not want to. No one can explain
that. If Amanda wanted to do it to me, then that made it alright.
Even as I thought these thoughts I felt myself getting hard. The more
she does to me, the more I want her to do. I look at her smile, see
her teeth and feel the pain where she used them on me. These places
will continue to increase. She enters another world when she hurt me
and I allow it. It is a world I know nothing of. The composition of
her face, her whole body reflects her other world experience. I am
just a tool she uses to reach that state. I am already preparing to
sell my business. I want to do that so I will have more time to
dedicate to Amanda. I can not work in my capacity with Amanda's
teeth marks and who knows what else over my body. So, I am
dedicating my life to Amanda. A guy could do worse things.
She is so beautiful, so petite, and can cause so much pain.
I now know I can endure the pain with the knowledge that Amanda
is enjoying it. If you could have seen the countenance on her face
as she chewed on my finger, you would understand. She was receiving
sexual pleasure but it was something much deeper. I could not
have taken that pleasure from her no matter how much she hurt me.
See why I mean so much to Amanda. I think I am as special to her
as she is to me. All of these thoughts moved through my mind in a
few seconds as we laid on the bed and I looked at her while she
looked at me. Right now, if Amanda wanted to chew up another
finger, indeed all of them, I would do nothing to stop her. She
reached for my hand and removed the Kleenex she had wrapped around
my finger so blood would not spot the place. We walked in the
bathroom and she bandaged my finger. There was pain medication
there but I prefered to not take it. I had rather feel the pain
and know it was done by those fantastically beautiful little teeth.
I knelt down and placed my mouth over heaven and licked. It is
this for which I live. I love Amanda's pussy. I love everything
that comes from it. I even love drinking her piss. No matter
how that sounds. Whatever she wants to do to me, she can, and
all she wants. I lovingly kissed her beautiful lips as she pulled
my head tightly into her crotch. She put her legs over my shoulder
and squeezed my face with her thighs.
"Take me to bed Larry," she said ever so softly. I carried her to bed.
I licked her pussy all of the way. She was already moaning softly as I
laid her on the bed and knelt on the floor with my head between her legs.
I brought her to another orgasm. I enjoyed everything about her love.
Like now my face was cum coated. My bruised lips hurt. My finger was
throbing so much that her other little love bites were nothing. Amanda
was in ecstasy. Does anything else matter? I think not. I wonder, would
I be jealous if she was doing things to another man. Even though it meant
nothing to her except her perverted animal pleasure. Would I want to be
the one receiving all of her attention? I wonder. Would I enjoy seeing
her in a sexual frenzy doing god knows what to some guy. There is only
one way to know. I have to know.
