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 estatic. 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. She was not surprised.  

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 I 
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 sounded 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. A genunine hard body. 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. She 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, normal even.  
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 
movements. 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 its 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 could 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 from 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 went unnoticed. 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.