Private Depravity

PRIVATE DEPRAVITY PART 2

It was like being a stranger to one’s self to not understand one’s own desires and motivations, particularly those such as hers. Why was it she needed what she did? Those emotions and desires that were kept hidden from friends and family, what had spawned them, why did they excite her so? She had ceased to try to answer those questions.

Even by her own admission they were dark and depraved. That did not lessen the allure. If anything it made it stronger. To be the instrument of another’s pleasure, to be accorded nothing in the way of  basic decency, to only be used in any manner they saw fit. That it was freely craved, requiring no coercion, no act too perverse or humiliating, each time the need had been felt she had willingly placed herself upon the altar where all proper decorum and decency were sacrificed in the name of demeaning pleasure.

She had learned to deny the need was impossible. With that realization she had given into them. In doing so, she had come to meet him. It had been then she had truly crossed over the line of common human decency.

They had met in a darkened bar in a part of the city where she was sure there would be no chance of meeting anyone she knew. Upon first seeing the seedy establishment he had suggested she had wondered if she’d made a mistake. Entering the dimly lit premises she knew her designer clothes made her look so out of place. The green silk blouse she had selected provided a generous view of her cleavage without being completely indiscreet while the cream coloured skirt that ended above her knees had immediately drawn leers from the men who were nursing their drinks at the bar. The thoughts behind the looks had been barely veiled as their eyes had inspected the curves of her body. Their facial expressions further underscoring the darkness of the desire that had led her here. To have acted shocked in anyway at all at what they were thinking would have been hypocritical to say the least given the request she was here to make. Although lending an ominous gravity to the reason for her presence, at the same time the looks had further stoked the flame of the dark desire that had brought her to be there.

Ordering a glass of white wine, she had then quickly proceeded to a dimly lit booth so as to be partially shielded from the view of those lining the bar. With the arrival of the wine, giving the bartender a quick thanks, the same look was in his eyes as those of his other customers. His thoughts easily read, she had pressed her thighs together, the small tremor of excitement that his look had produced was still contrasted by her apprehension at perhaps having made an error at being there.

Sipping the wine, making a face she quickly pushed it aside. The barely touched glass could at least remain on the table for appearances sake. As expected it had been cheap and raw to the taste, it’s coarseness not out of place at such a rough establishment. Having had the benefits that a wealthy upbringing could provide, the fine vintages she was used to would have been very out of place there. Could not the same thing have been said for her? Not unlike those expensive wines, her own presence was at odds with the roughness of the workers that gathered here to drink and forget about whatever troubles were plaguing them.

While it had been she who had sought him out and asked for the meeting, being not sure what to expect or what might happen, upon being provided the address it had only added to her already nervous condition. This part of town was always an area she had strived to avoid. Yet, she had gone just the same. That it was crass and uncultured, that her friends and family would have been shocked had they known, was that not a part of what she had been seeking? To be treated properly and given respect was not why she had made the drive to that rundown section of the city.

She had arrived a bit early on purpose. Having to wait about five minutes she had idly played with the wineglass while feeling a growing sense of nervousness as her thoughts had remained jumbled, the words she would use continued to elude her. Laying in bed the previous night, she had rehearsed over and over again in her mind what she would say. With the arrival of morning, the words had still not been found. How did one make such a request of a man one had never met before? Knowing what was wanted in her own mind did not make the asking any easier. To ask for such arrangements to be made so she would be treated not unlike a common whore was not an everyday request. Actually she had to admit she would be treated worse than a whore. At least they received money, she would receive no such compensation.

Raising her head at the intrusion of daylight, the bright sunlight providing a stark contrast to the dimly lit interior. Looking towards the door, without needing to be told she knew immediately it was him. Seeing him pause and survey the room, his face had been devoid of emotion giving no indication of what he thought of the rundown bar. She’d had to remind herself that it was he who had arranged the meeting, of course he would have already been acquainted with the place. Speaking briefly to the bartender, he had then made his way towards her. Watching him approach, nervous anticipation had caused her pulse to accelerate remembering the reason for being there.

“Good afternoon…… Sir.” Trying to cover the pause, it had suddenly occurred to her that she didn’t even know his name.

“Good afternoon. You found the place alright?”

“Umm, yes Sir” Nervous and feeling tongue tied as he had moved to seat himself in the booth beside her as his drink arrived, she’d hardly noticed the presence of the bartender. The curtness of his question had startled her.

“Is there something wrong with the wine?”

“No,No, it is fine. I guess I am just not thirsty.” She had smiled weakly at the man, unsure as to whether he had believed her or not.

“I am sure it not what a refined lady such as yourself is accustom to.”

Again she had smiled in silent acknowledgement of the truthfulness of the statement to the man now seated beside her. Listening to him, she had been struck by how his voice seemed to hold no emotion. Hearing the hint of a hard edge in the tone, she’d pressed her thighs together for the second time since arriving. His brusque demeanour having immediately captured her complete attention, it had also produced an erotic edge to her nervousness. The other drinkers and the seediness of their surroundings had quickly been forgotten.

Aware of his eyes examining her as he had sipped at his drink, she’d found herself fumbling for something to say.

“I want you to arrange for…” Her voice had trailed off not sure how to precede.

“I already know what you want.”

“But how?” That he might already be aware of her request had caught her off guard.

“Our mutual friend. Did you think I would come here blindly not knowing the reason?”

His words not spoken unkindly, they had again been coolly succinct and businesslike, as if he had been providing instructions to a subordinate employee.

“You are very pretty. Are you sure though that is what you want?”

For the first time his voice had betrayed a hint of softness. She had slowly nodded her head at his question. She’d asked that same one many times, each time after much deliberation the answer had been the same. In silent acknowledgment of what the answer had been each time she had slowly nodded her head once again. “I do. Totally and completely, without hesitation. After I call you, until it is over, you are in complete control. My feelings are of no consequence. Whatever is arranged will not be refused.” Hearing the words coming from her mouth she’d been swept by a strange sense of relief. She’d said it. In this he was now the master of her destiny. There would be no turning back. Her nod had been met with one of his own as he had contemplated her words.

“As for refusing, that has yet to be proven. For now we will begin by improving the taste of that wine. Get on your knees.”

His comment about the wine having caused her to look at the glass, his final words being unexpected, she had stuttered in reply. “Y,y,yes Sir.”

While spoken too quietly to be heard across the room, sensing her movement as she slipped from the booth to obey him, the men at the bar had turned to see what was happening. What an image she must have been. To be seen in such a position in such dingy surroundings while dressed in her designer clothes. She’d instantly been very self-conscious despite being possessed by a small tremour of excitement.

“You there, at the end of the bar, come here.”

Hearing him inviting one of the men over, seeing the man leave his barstool and approach them she had been gripped by nervousness apprehension. Seeing him stop to stand beside her, she had been unable to raise her eyes to meet his.

“This little princess here doesn’t like the wine. She thinks it isn’t good enough for her. Give her your finger.”

What the man might of thought of the request she had no idea. Still keeping her eyes lowered, she’d been able to watch the hand as the index finger was extended towards her.

Instinctively she had known what was required. Aware that all of the eyes in the room were on her, raising her head, she had brushed her lips across the finger, kissing it lightly, feeling the roughness of his skin against her touch. Then, trying to keep her mind from wondering what his hands might have been engaged in earlier in the day, she had parted her lips and slowly sucked the finger into her mouth.

“Mmmmm. The little princess seems to like that. Maybe she is more whore than princess.”

His comment had elicited a small laugh from around the bar. Hearing herself being talked about in such a way had both caused another shiver of excitement to be felt and been a reminder that she too had privately contemplated that idea as the darkness of her desire had grown.

Not wishing to disappoint in obeying the first order he had given her she’d swirled her tongue around the finger wetting it with her saliva. Its coarse feel being a reminder that it was a common worker she was tasting in her mouth.

“Enough. What attention you have shown his finger you will now show elsewhere.”

Raising her head slightly to allow the finger to slip from between her lips she had nodded in understanding. “Y,yes Sir.”

As if with a volition all their own her hands had moved to the front of the man’s trousers and slowly unzipped them. Slipping her hand between the fabric and curling her fingers around his manhood it had been immediately apparent that her attentions had already had an effect. Already hard, drawing the rigid shaft out of his pants she’d lowered her mouth and encircling it with her lips she had slowly begun sucking. His arousal already awakened it hadn’t taken long before the first moan had escaped his lips. Continuing to slide his hardness in and out of her mouth her tongue had traced over it in a teasing way. But for the man’s moans she’d realized the bar had gone completely silent as everyone’s eyes were upon her.

“Make sure you get it all in the wineglass.”

Releasing the cock from her mouth, she had again acknowledged the order with a  ‘yes sir’ as she reached for the cheap goblet. Taking it from the table, with her other hand she had slowly begun stroking his hardness. Holding the glass below the swollen purple head of the cock, sliding her hand back and forth along the shaft in short quick strokes, feeling it begin to pulse, she had mutely watched as the man’s milky essence jetted into the glass to mix with the wine. Obediently she had ensured that no drop missed the glass as she continued milking the shaft until the man had no more to give. Unsure why, but with his spending complete she had bent her head and placed a kiss upon the mushroom shaped head before letting go of the now limp flesh.

“That I am sure will be much more to your liking. Drink it.”

With the man’s cum now intermixed with the wine, it had warmed the glass. Feeling her heart pounding, her excitement despite the demeaning order was no longer a surprise. It was because of it that she had sought out this man. Lifting the glass to her lips knowing that again each of her movements were being watched she had swallowed all of its contents before setting it back down on the table.

“Very good. The princess has proven herself capable of obedience. You will be contacted.”

“Yes Sir.” Still on her knees, she had again slowly nodded her head

He had then immediately departed. Rising from his place in the booth she had remained on her knees beside it. Only after he had left and the door had closed behind him, aware once more of the looks from the bar, she had stood and gathering up her purse had hurried out of the bar.

To be continued

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