Part 11 of 12

Proverbs 7:26

Let not thine heart decline to her ways, go not astray in her paths. For she hath cast down many wounded: yea, many strong men have been slain by her. Her house is the way to hell, going down to the chambers of death.

Justine had disappeared, not even my publisher knew where she had gone, yet I wasn't much bothered by this quite peculiar fact. For I was far too preoccupied with the new gold standard that Tess and I had established. While that one night remained a one-off – quite likely unrepeatable – we had many other nights and days that were filled with frolicking and fucking of the highest order. This was something else.

Yet over time, I began to feel the nagging sensation that if we had reached the high watermark, then, inevitably, the wave was already receding. And then we rolled in on a new wave and those doubtful thoughts were expelled and even seemed absurd... and yet, later, doubt set in once more.

There were things that were unsettled and those things were unsettling. Tess had never told me more of her liaison, she never even mentioned it. And yet it had happened and it had been more than just an incident. Tess had even said that she had been intimidated and frightened by this woman, Juliette. And more and more I began to think of those extremely uncomfortable minutes when I had become convinced that Juliette was none other than Justine.

It would have been a literary joke of the most devious kind and not at all uncharacteristic for that perfidious woman. I had to know. And when I finally asked Tess to tell me more about her affair with Juliette I knew I was treading on dangerous ground. Yet, it was exciting too! There was something deeply thrilling, erotic, I would even say, about all this murkiness, all these taboos, the strangeness of it all.

Tess held my inquiry at bay for some days, then, one evening, once more under the influence of hard liquor, she began to tell:

'About a week after the strange incident in the bar I could no longer contain my curiosity.'

'So you called the number on the card?' I asked

'Yes, I did. Juliette invited me to a suite in the Waldorf Astoria. She had me sent up and let into the room by an attendant. When I got there she was waiting for me in a chair. She was dressed in a scandalously pornographic outfit: a latex miniskirt and bra, over a fishnet lace top and thigh high stockings. All black. She had also dyed her hair black.

“Thank you for coming,” she spoke dryly, 'now please undress.' she said.

I blushed and did what I was told. When I was completely naked she asked: “Do you mind if I tie you up?” “I'm not sure,” I stammered.

“Has no-one ever tied you up?” she asked

“No”

“This will a be first then, how very exciting,” Juliette spoke in a flat voice.

She tied my hand behind my back, tied ropes around my ankles, demanded me to sit on my knees, after which she connected the ties around my arms and ankles and tied all the ropes into thick knots. She tied one last rope around my throat. I was now completely helpless, folded into some sort of human ball, with my chest pressed forward, my head backward and legs spread.'

'Wow, and then...?' I asked

'She took off her panties and placed my mouth on her vagina and made me lick her until she came... twice. Then she sent me home.'

'So, after that experience you were frightened of her?'

'No, no, not really. I must admit that I found it all as arousing as I found it unsettling.'

'And you called her again?'

'Yes, I'm deeply sorry my love, I did.'

'I sort of understand, I guess... this woman brought something unprecedented and unique into your life.'

'That is indeed so, Basilio.'

'What happened the next time you called her?'

'She invited me back to the hotel, but this time I was led to a different room. Yet the experience was very similar, only this time, when I was a human ball, an actual ball, a gagging ball, was placed into my mouth. This time she gave cunnilingus to me.'

'I reckon she was quite skilled at it.'

'Yes, very. The next time I visited her she began to tie me up while I was still wearing my clothes. After she had placed the ball in my mouth she got a pair of scissors and began to cut open my clothes. I cried helplessly, but I couldn't make myself heard with that ball in my mouth and after a while, I accepted that she would decide what happened to me and that if she had decided this was best than that was how it should be.'

'Damn, she really managed to get her hooks into you.'

'Yes, she did. That day she fucked me with a strap-on dildo. When we were finished she allowed me to lay in bed with her for a while. There she told me that I was not to worry too much about my clothes: she had bought new ones for me.'

'The clothes you were wearing when I saw you on Amsterdam Avenue!'

'Yes, baby, those. Well, we met a few more times after that. The last two times she attached the rope contraction in which I was bound to a winch and hoisted me up. She treated me rougher on those occasions, but she also whispered sweet things into my ears.'

'Such as?'

'You are so beautiful, so special. You deserve great love.'

'Oh! Now I do start to feel threatened by this strange affair of yours!'

'Don't be. She confused me more than before. I liked it when things were, in all their obscurity and weirdness, clear. I didn't want her to talk about love at all.'

WRITTEN BY

Basilio Valentino

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