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from Claire Baeder: LA DOMME
Copyright (c) 1995 Spectrum Press Inc.
All Rights Reserved
Published by Spectrum Press Inc.
ISBN 1-57138-304-2
(specpress@earthlink.net)
A NOTE FROM THE EDITOR
The theme of this collection is the female as a superior entity,
women dominating men, women dominating other women. Tools, toys,
chains, and so on, are mere embellishments, since the real
dominance is always effected by mentality. Perhaps the most
cogent example of this is Magda the vampire -- her true power is
her ability to make men and women *want* to be her victims. That
she ravages them sexually, often to the limit, is a consequence
and not the defining argument.
The dominatrix has always appeared in one form or another in
literature, and I hope this collection intrigues the reader.
-- Claire Baeder
from DEMON HEAT by Peter Anselmo
MAGDA
...to express something to me. She said she had shopping to
do, maybe two or three hours of it, and then she'd return. After
she left, I went to the window and I watched the street as best
as I could to see her come out the front entrance. She came out
with the doorman beside her, and then he stepped out into the
street to wave down a taxi for her. He held the door as she
climbed into the cab, and then she was gone, the taxi heading
south.
After that I returned to my chair in the living room to
finish reading the newspaper. But soon I had to put the
newspaper down because I had no further interest in it. It's
always like that when she leaves me alone. I can't seem to
concentrate on anything when she's gone, and of course when she's
with me again my mind is completely occupied with her, and what
we say to each other, and what we do together, and so on.
I sat in the chair for about an hour. I had the television
on, but I paid hardly any attention to it. I like this East Side
apartment better than her old West Side apartment or my own
apartment in the Village. For one thing the building service is
much better and the street in front of the entrance is always
clean. I don't go out of the apartment that much, but when I do
go out with Magda it's more pleasant to have a clean sidewalk in
front of the building.
My physical condition continues to slowly deteriorate, but I
have the impression now that it's levelling off. Magda says the
weakness won't persist, and that it's merely a matter of my body
making an adjustment to things. Since it's almost three months
that we've been together now, I suppose the idea that a plateau
has been reached might be accurate. In any case, she continues
to drain me two or three times a day, depending on her mood and
on her assessment of my physical condition. She does her best to
keep me primed, of course, and that part of it is always
exciting. The most extraordinary thing is that it's never
possible to predict her behavior in advance, predict what she'll
do or what she won't do. This morning, for example, before she
decided she wanted to do some shopping in the afternoon, she
called me into her bedroom and she asked me to lick her sex.
Usually when I do this she makes me stop as soon as her juices
become abundant. She says if I continue sucking her beyond that
point she feels discomfort. I don't know if that's the reason or
if it's some other reason. Sometimes I'm allowed to suck a large
amount of juice from her, but that doesn't happen often. In any
case, this morning she allowed me to go on until she had an
orgasm. I thought after that she would suck me and take the
first ejaculation of the day, but instead she said she'd wait
until the afternoon in order to get more out of me. I had a
tremendous erection and I wanted to masturbate, but the merest
hint of that always makes her furious. So the excitement
produced by sucking her had to dissipate naturally. For some
reason this morning that took a long time and Magda was aware of
it. She teased me while she dressed, insisted I remain in the
room while she put her makeup on and then her clothes. All of
that has happened before, but this morning after she was fully
dressed and speaking to someone on the telephone she called me to
her and she told with gestures to get my head under her dress.
When I did that, she immediately opened her legs to make room for
my face, and in a moment I had my mouth pressed against the nylon
gusset of her pantyhose while she continued talking on the
telephone. This lasted no more than a few minutes, but when it
was over I had an enormous erection again and evidently that was
what she wanted. She ran her hand over it, fondled it through my
trousers, and then she kissed my cheek and left the apartment.
* * *
When Magda returned home today, she seemed annoyed about
something. This is always a bad sign, since I usually suffer
for it in one way or another. Today she complained about the
crowds in the department stores. She brought no packages home
with her, so I don't know if she actually bought anything.
After she changed her clothes, she told me she'd like some
tea. So I made a pot of tea in the kitchen, and then I brought
it to her in the living room. She asked me about my day. "Did
you calm down after I left?"
I told her that yes, I had calmed down. I said I read the
newspapers and watched television awhile.
Then she wanted me to stand in front of her and drop my
trousers and shorts. My hope was that she would immediately take
my penis in her mouth and relieve the tension I'd been feeling
all day. But instead she teased me by doing no more than looking
at me, inspecting my penis and balls without touching me at all.
"You're too impatient for it," she said.
She ran her hands over the front of her dress, molding her
breasts, then sliding a hand inside the low neckline to bring one
of her breasts out in the open. As she teased the nipple with
her fingers, she looked at me. "Do you want to come now?"
"Yes."
"You'd better have a lot of it this time."
I don't know why she said this time. She never complained
the last time.
Instead of taking my penis in her mouth immediately, she
first lifted her hand to my face and touched my lips. I knew
what she wanted, and without any instruction I took her middle
finger in my mouth and sucked it to get it wet. In a moment she
withdrew the finger and dropped the hand down under my scrotum.
She found my anus with her wet middle finger, and she slowly
pushed the finger deep inside me.
She probed around a bit, found the spot she was looking for
and seemed satisfied. "Yes, you're ready," she said.
Only then did she lean forward and take the knob of my penis
in her mouth. As always, the scalding heat of her mouth made me
come almost instantly. I spurted again and again in her mouth as
she wiggled the finger inside me at the same time as she squeezed
my balls.
The end of it was almost painful, but finally she finished
and she pulled her mouth away. As she licked her lips, she
looked up at me and for a moment her eyes were clear white and
without pupils. It lasted only a moment, and then her eyes
looked normal again. It doesn't bother me any more; I'm used to
it now and it never frightens me the way it did in the beginning.
* * *
Up until last night I'd seen the doubling of her tongue only
twice since that time in Egypt, and both times it happened when
she had no idea I was watching her. But last night it happened
again, and this time I think she knew that I saw it and she
seemed bothered by it, as if she had revealed too much to me.
It began before dinner when I said I wanted to lie down and
rest before we went out to dinner. She said fine, she would wake
me in time for me to get dressed. I went to my room and slept
for about an hour. When I opened my eyes, I saw the door
connecting our two bedrooms was partly open. Magda usually likes
the door closed, but sometimes she walks in and out of my room
and the door remains open afterward when she forgets to close it.
She's rather finicky about her privacy, and one of the reasons we
chose this particular apartment was the arrangement of the
bedrooms.
Anyway, when I rose off the bed and walked over to the
partly open door to see if she was in her bedroom, I saw once
again what I'd seen only twice before. She was standing at the
full length mirror kissing her image. This time she was naked,
evidently just out of her bath, her body still damp and parts of
the mirror steaming with moisture. As she kissed her image, she
extended her tongue, and for a second or two her tongue appeared
to be doubled, neatly forked down the center, the two points
fluttering against the glass to meet the other two points, the
ensemble like four wriggling serpents dueling with each other.
Then one of her hands moved between her belly and the mirror and
she began rubbing herself, masturbating as she kissed the image
of her lips. This excited me greatly. I'd seen her touch
herself before, but I'd never watched her masturbate to an
orgasm, and I was hoping she would do it now so I could see it.
The rubbing of her cunt continued, her belly moving back and
forth against the mirror as she kissed her image. Then after a
while she slid her free hand around behind herself and between
her buttocks, and in a moment it was clear she had a finger in
her anus while the other hand continued rubbing her sex. This
went on for about a minute, and then finally her body twitched
out of control and she flattened herself against the mirror, made
a horrible noise in her throat, and then opened her mouth to spew
a black liquid against the glass. The next moment she turned,
the black liquid smeared over her face, and she seemed to look
directly at me. I immediately moved backward into the darkness
of my room and I climbed into bed again. An instant later the
door connecting our rooms slammed shut and I heard the clicking
sound that meant Magda had locked it.
I lay there in the dark thinking about what I'd seen,
wondering if she'd actually noticed me watching her. Would she
finally come into the room and express her anger? But nothing
happened. After twenty minutes or so, I switched on the light
and I rose up to get dressed. We went out to dinner to a place
we'd visited before, and nothing unusual happened. But after
dinner, when we arrived home, Magda seemed more irritable than
usual and it occurred to me it might be because of what had
happened earlier.
I'd had only one emission during the day, and now she
decided it was time for another. She told me to unzip my fly and
bring my penis out, and after I did that she told me to
masturbate. "Make yourself hard," she said. "I'd rather you
worked at it yourself."
She watched me do it awhile, watched me stroke my penis with
my hand as I stood on the carpet near her, and then she leaned
back in the chair and pulled at her dress to uncover her thighs.
She opened her legs to show me her crotch, but she was wearing
pantyhose and I couldn't see too much.
As if reading my mind, she said: "It's enough for you. I'm
not undressing yet, so this is all you're seeing of my cunt."
It made no difference, because I had no trouble keeping the
erection and bringing myself to the point when I could tell her I
was about to come so she could take the emission in her mouth.
But this time something unexpected happened. When I felt
myself getting close, I slowed down the stroking with my fingers,
but somehow it didn't work and I started coming. Two huge spurts
came out and landed very close to Magda on the leather sofa where
she was sitting. She stared at me in disbelief. I tried holding
back the rest of it, but all I could manage to do was to have it
gushing out over my hand. She rose up screaming at me. "You
stupid fool, I was counting on it!" She came at me like a
tigress, forced me down on the carpet and took my wilting penis
in her mouth to suck out whatever she could. Then she licked my
hand, cleaning it of the sperm that covered it. When she
finished that, she remembered the sofa and she crawled to it over
the carpet, reached it and started licking the sperm off the
leather. Then she licked her fingers clean, and when she looked
at me I saw the anger in her eyes.
"I think you did that deliberately."
"No, it's not true."
"You were spying on me before in my bedroom."
"Please, Magda..."
"Don't worry, you'll pay for everything..."
-----------------------------
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