Fetishdoll - Paula's Story

I don't know what I expected from Desire's house. I somehow expected that she would live in a bad part of town with like smelly garbage everywhere. I didn't know anything about her! I mean, what the hell did she even do for a living? I was very wrong, Desire lived in a really nice house with a perfectly manicured lawn and stone walkway to the brick porch. This house cost some money!
Inside art hung on the walls, paintings that didn't look like prints, african masks above the couch. Of course you could see things here and there that let you know right away that you were dealing with someone who was not, well...normal. The first thing you noticed was the art, if it wasn't photography of something sexual, then it was a painting of something sexual. The furniture was based on victorian design, sleek with lots of curves. The couch felt like velvet and the chairs matched! Matching furniture was something I hadn't seen since Meredith's house. Oriental rug in the middle of the room and these beautiful lamps that looked like hand-made glass or something of the sort. Heavy curtains hung over all the windows and only allowed in enough light to let you know it was day outside. Once inside it was easy to forget that an outside world was even there and I think that is how Desire liked it.
"Are you renting this place?" I asked. Desire didn't answer.
As soon as we entered the house she started making calls, it was like listening to a wall street stock broker. Dee instantly started into negotiations about money and times and marketability. There was no bullshitting with this woman! You could tell that Desire had all the bullshit in her life she was ever going to take, she didn't have time to fuck around!
I was still shaking and when Desire hung up the phone, she brought me back a drink and told me to relax.
"Ok, let's take care of your situation."
She looked at me, like I said, no bullshit.
"Do you want to have this baby?" She asked and looked me in the eye, waiting for a response.
I just shook my head, I honestly didn't know. It was just too much to think about, too much all at once. I mean this was like the biggest thing that had ever happened to me, what the hell was I supposed to say?
"I..I..don't know."
"Well, I understand that, but girl you need to think about this, cause if you have this baby, your whole life is gonna change. I ain't just talkin' bout you can't go out to a club when you want, I'm talking about how you sleep, eat, cook, piss, and shit! This baby will be a part of you and you will have to take care of it, it ain't gonna have no baby sitter, less you got someone I don't know about?" She said this as if she actually expected a response. "Yeah, that's what I thought..." and I think a look of real sympathy washed over her face, but only for a second.
"Well, girl. You sleep on this, cause one more day or even a week ain't gonna make no difference. But let me tell you, if you want to have an abortion.."
I winced as she said the word.
"...well, girl ain't nothin' wrong with that. I've had two myself."
I looked at her surprised!
"Don't look surprised, I'm not a little kid and you ain't the only one's been through some shit. So you just go on and think about it tonight and then let me know. I can make all the arrangements, all you have to do is say the word."
She turned on some music, I noticed that there wasn't a TV in the room.
"Ahhhh...now some Billie Holiday, that is what we need! Mmmm, yes! But if you want some little white girl music, well I can find something?" I just shook my head.
"So...so did having an abortion hurt?" I asked.
"Helllll yeah! Hurt like a bitch! But don't you think about that right now, you think about what's inside you and what you gonna do if you bring that thing into this world! That is the real question. This little thing inside you don't know what the hell is happenin' and it don't know what it's gonna do and it won't know if you take it out of this world. You are the only one who's gonna.."
She stopped for a second, getting into the music, putting her arms up and slowly rocking side to side, singing quietly to herself. "...MMm...sorry, just love that part. So anyway, you are the only one who knows what is what and so you are the one who has to decide what you want to do."
"Now, one other matter. I ain't your maid and I ain't your roommate, you wanna stay here for more than tonight, you gonna have to agree to my terms. Do you wanna stay here more than tonight? cause I ain't gonna kick you out tonight."
"Desire, I..I don't have anywhere else to go." Suddenly I started to cry and she came over to the couch and put her arms around me.
"Now, now. Don't cry, I said I ain't gonna kick you out and I know plenty of people who would let you stay at their house, it's just that I am a workin' woman and if you wanna stay here, then you gotta be ready for the ride. But let's not talk about that now, for now, let's just relax, have a few drinks, smoke some dope, and then if you are up to it, I wanna fuck your brains out!"
Desire fixed us both a couple of mud slides and within only a few minutes I was feeling wonderfully buzzed. She also pulled out a nice pipe and we smoked a few tokes until I was very relaxed. There were fleeting moments where I still thought about the fact that I was pregnant, but it was still something that was very unreal for me. The lighting in the room was very low and somehow I ended up on the floor where there was this nice soft carpet. Dee was all into the music and in-between a smoke, she would start to tell me things.
"Damn girl, you are so cute, I swear to all the angels and some demons too! I mean there are some fine mixing of genes that went in to make your sexy ass!"
I blushed and she pulled back another toke on the pipe. She was sitting with one leg up on the arm of the chair. Desire could be anything, she could be butch, femme, dark, light, but one thing she never was was shy.
"You know, all that time ago, you should have just let me make you my little slave, it would have saved you a whole hell of a lot of misery." she didn't give me time to respond, I don't think she even wanted to hear a response.
"..I mean, it's still all good. I mean you are here now and we have time to get to know each other. I think you and I are gonna make such really good friends." She paused to look me over and then she smiled, "Do you even know what I do?"
I looked at her and shook my head no. I felt like a little girl and she seemed so much bigger than me, so much more 'with it'. I was really falling under her spell, and she was very good at that spell. She laughed at me like she expected that I would know and was surprised I didn't.
"I'm a professional Dominatrix." I looked at her, and even though I knew what that was, I was still sort of surprised and it must have shown.
"Hell, it's no big deal. But it paid for all this shit and it keeps me doing what I want to do. I mean I used to do it in clubs and with my girl friends, I mean you remember?" she said this as if I was in on some big part of her life instead of just that one night. She went on, "only thing I can say is I never forgot that night with you. Goddamn! you were about the hottest damn thing I have ever seen! I mean it was just like we could have done anything to you and you just fucking loved it!" Then she looked kinda sad, "I mean...that was why I asked you to be my little slave. I thought you would get into that. I didn't know you had never done that before, I...well, that doesn't matter now."
We sat there for a few minutes or maybe it was more, I'm not sure, I was very wasted. She looked at the clock and then she smiled.
"One thing I wanted to tell you. I have someone else living with me. She isn't anything to be concerned about."
"What do you mean?" I asked, not understanding the last part of her sentence.
"She is this girl I met at a club and we got to know each other and now she is my little sub, my little love slave. I mean the girl will do anything I tell her and I fucking love it!"
"What do you tell her to do?" I said, a little worried. She looked at me and then she smiled a wicked grin. "Whatever I feel like."
It wasn't' long before the "sub" came home. When she walked in, she didn't even look at me, didn't even seem to acknowledge my existence. She walked straight in and knelt down and kissed Desire's hand. Dee waved her away and the girl went to a back room to do whatever. Dee looked at me and then she unbuttoned a few buttons on her top. Her smooth dark skin showed just the faintest hint of the soft curve of her breasts.
"What are you doing in there!? Get in here and meet our guest!" Dee yelled to the back room. Within a minute the girl came back and knelt beside her.
"Come on now, stand up, let her see you." Dee said to her.
She stood up and looked at me for the first time. Dee slapped her ass really hard and told her to turn around. The girl wasn't exactly what I would call a beauty. Her ass was a little too big and her shoulders were a little too narrow, but she had a very exotic face and very perky breasts. She was very gothic looking, dressed in dark jeans, high heel boots, a black cross shirt and sheer see through material under that. Her face was round with high cheek bones. Her lips were very full and her nose was small. Her eyes were very dark and striking and she had beautiful, full dark hair pulled up and back. All in all she was a very attractive girl but it was a strange sort of attractive. Not the kind of girl you would notice in a crowded room, but still very attractive in her own way.
"This is Paula, she is a friend and she will be staying the night. Say hi." The girl said hi and I smiled and I put out my hand. She shook it and I asked if she had a name.
"No Paula, you don't ask her anything. She doesn't have a name, she is only here to please me and she only exists for me and my pleasure."
"Ok, well..." I said, looking at Desire and not the girl, "...what do I call her?"
"You can call her, Two. She hasn't earned a real name yet. Have you Two?" The girl looked at Dee and there was nothing but submission on her face and perhaps a little sadness. "No Mistress Desire, I haven't. Can I do something for you and your guest?"
The girl's submissiveness was making me uncomfortable. It made me want to get up and walk out, but I was too fucked up to even move and plus I wanted to see what Desire was going to do. Who knows? Maybe it would be fun?