Chapter 8

In spite of Rona's desire to have Alicia installed in her own mansion quickly, a long time passed before it actually took place. But, for Alicia, the time of waiting was a time of learning and there were many lovely experiences that she was able to enjoy.

Rona owned a beautiful house that was high up on a hill and she had the problem of furnishing it with the very special type of furniture that would lend itself to sexual games and activities of carnal glee.

Janet and others of great talent began teaching her, and she was very much amazed to learn that there was much to learn about the skills and talents that she had previously supposed were hers. There were girls who came to spend hours with her while they subjected the boys who helped them to agony. She spent two weeks learning how to suck a cock and that galled her because she had supposed herself to be expert. When Rona told her that she was to begin learning her trade and she would begin by learning how to suck a cock, she became angry.

"I don't have to learn that," she said. "I was good at that before I came here. I can make a cock pop in less than thirty seconds."

"Yes, dear," Rona said. "That's what's wrong. You must learn how to suck a cock and keep it from coming for an hour or more. That is art. Any girl with a case of hot pants and a liking for honey can suck a guy off. The trick is to do it and keep the explosion from happening until you are ready. Now, be a good girl and let some of my best girls teach you."

She learned that there were specialists among the girls. Some were expert at sucking cock, others were gifted cunt-lappers, some took it up the ass most charmingly, others were all around campers. The boys were studs, for the most part, their main purpose in life to give all the honey that they could. Some were considered exceptionally good for screwing, some were milk cows, others were the type who could dish out the sadomasochistic treatments or be able to enjoy them.

Alicia began learning and she enjoyed it all. She became an expert cock-sucker and she could keep a young man in constant torment and great ecstasy for hours on end and she liked being the master of the whole experience. Many of the men that she sucked were screaming, weeping wretches by the time she finally let them have an orgasm. There were so many delicate nuances of sensual exploration that she could master and as time passed and she worked hard learning techniques she knew that Rona was becoming even more pleased with her. She was invited to spend an afternoon with Rona and Nick and she was able to demonstrate the techniques that she had learned and when she sucked Nick off finally, the screaming nerve ends beneath her tongue gave Nick a time of torture like nothing he had ever known and when he finally ejaculated, it seemed like he would never stop. Alicia enjoyed it all and she devoured him hungrily. She heard Rona talking to Nick and she knew that Rona was necking with him while she blew him.

"You see," Rona said happily, "my little one has come of age. Even you can enjoy her gifts, too."

She writhed in an ecstasy of happiness then, so pleased by Rona's praise. When she finally was permitted to make love to Rona she did things with her tongue that drove Rona into a new and very special orbit.

"I think it is time for you to begin your career," Rona told her one night at dinner. "I have so many clients who wish a young girl to come to the house and deal with them. Many of them wish to be abused, some wish to be attended sexually in one way or another, and you can do the work. You can have much fun and we can both earn much money. Now, will you want to begin?"

"Oh, yes," Alicia said, happily. "I am dying to meet new people. But, how will I know what I am to do? Do the people tell me?"

"No, dear," Rona said, sucking deeply on her cigarette. "Before you make a call, I will give you a card telling you all about the people you are to call on. And, I will collect all of the money in advance. Now, if you are to begin making house calls perhaps I should take you shopping and buy you some pretty things."

They shopped for several days and Alicia was thrilled by her own beauty when she dressed up in the lovely things that Rona bought for her. Rona was thorough and she shopped for Janet too, and Arturo and Orville. The young man who had come to mean so much to Alicia had ample funds of his own but Rona thought that he might be useful, and he would most certainly keep Alicia in a state of well being.

There was a great deal of discussion about whether Alicia would require an escort, but that was left up to her. Thomas, the chauffeur, would drive her to where she was going and wait for her. And, if anyone tried to give Alicia trouble he would be able to deal with any situation that might arise. Rona told her that there might be times when she would want to take her slaves with her, but that would be her decision. Pretty much everything would be left up to her.

She made her first house call on a Monday afternoon and she liked the young man who answered the door at a very pretty little bungalow. He gave her a smile and let her into his house. He looked her over very carefully and she was glad that she was wearing a pretty frock and high heeled shoes.

"Hi," the young man said. "My name is Lenny."

"I know," Alicia said. "I know all about you, Lenny."

He reached for the long black case that she was carrying and he took it from her. He began to look like a young boy who had been caught playing hooky. Alicia walked into the living room and she sat down in one of the big chairs and gazed at the young man with a smile. She noticed that he was looking at her pretty legs and she could see the admiration in his eyes. She reached for her purse and got a cigarette, then she took out the card that had been given to her... "Lenny R." she read. "Twenty six, wants to be dominated and abused by a young girl. Likes it if the girl whips him, sodomizes him and then pisses all over him. Likes this last bit best of all. Responds to whips and paddles and all sorts of bondage acts. The rougher he is handled the better... Anything goes with him."

Alicia smoked her cigarette and she was eyeing her brand new customer. Lenny was wearing a pair of slacks and she could see the big bulge at his crotch. That intrigued her and she wondered if she was going to enjoy her afternoon with Lenny.

"Can I get you a drink or something?" Lenny asked. He was nervous and that seemed humorous to Alicia.

"No, Lenny," she said. "I want you to take your trousers off and get ready for a treatment. I hope to have some fun with you while I am here."

"Wouldn't it be better if we went into the bedroom?" Lenny asked. "The bathroom is right there and you can get undressed and changed. Do you wear a costume while you are punishing me?"

"Yes," she said. "All right. Show me where the bedroom is."

She followed him into a large room that had several pieces of furniture made from marble. There was a coffee table with a marble top and heavy iron legs. She decided that she would bend him over that table and tie his hands to the front legs, his knees to the rear legs. Then she would whip him and suck him and screw him and enjoy herself with him.

She sat on the edge of a king sized bed and she gave him a stern look as she reminded him that he had been told to remove his trousers. He obeyed her and she saw that his cock was not as big as the bulge suggested. Still it was a respectable prong and she began handling it and playing with his big balls and he groaned. She stood up and she opened his shirt, told him to remove it. While he was doing that, she opened her leather case and got out a short handled strap. She hefted it in her hand and then brought the strap down in a vicious cut that caught his half-hard cock and he caved and fell onto the floor. He grabbed his genitals and howled. Alicia saw that he was trying to look up her dress while he was on the floor and she thought that he should be able to do that without being sneaky. She stooped over and stood astride of him and then he was looking up at her hairless gash and she smiled down at him. The urge to squat and piss in his face was overwhelming but she didn't do it. She would save that for later.

"I didn't hurt your little prick," she said. "Not yet. I am going to hurt it. Once I get you under the whips I am going to turn your cock and balls into raw meat. You are going to have a lovely time today and so am I. Now you get up."

He let go of his injured member and then he stood. His face was red but she could see that she had delighted him by what she had said to him. She reached out and began handling his cock. He was dribbling and she knew that he was close to coming. She slid her hand down to the base of his cock, then she took it into her mouth and when he came, she kept on jerking him off and sucking on him and he came all over again. She clawed his balls with her long nails and when she looked up into his face she saw that he was crying. The tears were streaking on his face and she learned then that making a man cry could induce the most marvelous sexual sensations in her. Many men were to find that they never felt the need for tears with other women, but when Alicia dealt with them they always wound up in tears.

"Shower now," Alicia told him, when she finally let his cock go. "I will change in here while you shower. When you are dry come in here because I am going to tie you down onto that big table and then I shall begin to discipline you. Now hurry."

He hurried. She glanced at his eyes and she could see that he was happy with her. She waited until he was in the shower stall and then she began getting undressed. In time he would see her nude and deal with her body as she desired at the moment, but she intended to start out in her pretty costume. She knew that many of those who were devoted to whips and leather were sexually aroused by the sight of a girl in a fancy costume. So she wore it. She checked her appearance in the bedroom mirror and she was impressed with her beauty. The costume hugged her waist and thrust her bosom and buttocks into prominence. A tiny triangle of material covered her slit and left her buttocks bare. Her bra was of little use and her breasts were too sturdy and too firm to be crushed so they rested in a tray-like shelf of delicate material. When Lenny came from the bathroom and he looked at her he was overwhelmed. He sank to his knees in front of her, his arms wrapped around her legs and he was sobbing, thrilled by her beauty and her willingness to be with him. She patted his head and she felt the trickling beginning between her legs. She was coming and she had yet to do anything to him; she wanted his mouth against her vulva but that was in the future. She spoke to him brusquely, harshly.

"Get into the position, Lenny," she said. "You know what comes next. Now be a good boy and do just like mama says."

He obeyed her, crawling over to the marble topped table. He placed his chest on the table and when Alicia began tying his wrists to the legs of the table, he didn't make a sound. She went behind him and lashed his knees to the rear legs, spreading his legs far apart. She saw that he was hard again and she handled his cock, felt the juice running from it. She knelt and placed a rubber over his inflamed organ.

"Now," she said, "you can come as often as you like, and I think that you will do it often."

He was helpless and she knew it. She found that an enjoyable facet of the business. She opened her whip case and got out the fly swatter-like gadget. She began stinging his bottom with short, sharp strokes of the strap and he began to groan and his bottom and hips began swaying and squirming. She was hitting him everywhere, stinging his plump globes, his dangling balls and she could see that he was in an agony of pure passionate bliss. She began hitting him with harder and harder strokes and the weaving, rhythmic motions of his hips and his bottom began to become bewitching and sexually exciting to her. She was suddenly overwhelmed by sexual excitement and she put the strap down and picked up the cat o' nine tails, the most vicious whip she had in her collection.

She began stinging his rump, his thighs and his genitals with brutal cuts of the lashes and he was sobbing and whimpering and she was as hot as he was. She continued to use her whips with all of her strength and her skill and then she could see that he was having massive sexual convulsions and she was on fire, too. She was not willing to let him have such ecstasies all by himself.

She stopped hitting him, then she untied him. She spoke to him and he was able to hear, to obey. She made him lie down on the marble table top and draw his knees up high. Then she sat her naked pussy in his mouth and while she whipped his exposed bottom, her avid mouth slipped down over the rubber and its contents. She bit a hole in the rubber and then she began sucking him and she could feel his educated mouth doing very nicely with her twat.

He screwed her later and she used her dildo to screw him, and then it was time for them to shower and while he laid on the tile floor, she stood above him and gave him the kind of golden shower that he liked.

She gave him another time of anguish with the whips before she left him and he was a total wreck, seething with massive orgasms when she finished. She stayed long enough to make certain that he would be all right, then she went out to the car and the waiting chauffeur and had herself driven back to Rona's lovely house.

She had dinner, as usual, with Rona and Janet and Arturo and her lover, Orville. Rona had already had a telephone call from a grateful Lenny and she was very pleased.

"He would like to be one of your steady clients," Rona said. "I promised that I would ask you."

"I don't understand," Alicia said. "I beat the living hell out of him, and I did everything I could think of to hurt him. And he wants to be a steady client of mine. It's crazy."