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LA DOMME by Claire Baeder (ed.) [An Extract]
Copyright (c) 1995 Spectrum Press

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                                CELINE

                           by Jocelyn Joyce

          An aria from one of Puccini's operas floated out over the
     sunlit terrace as Celine, her eyes hidden by opaque sunglasses,
     looked at me and smiled. "Don't you believe me?"
          I nodded, but I still wasn't sure of anything. Celine had 
     just told me I'd have a marvelous career at *Visage*, a marvelous
     opportunity as head of the art department. *Visage* was Celine's
     magazine, Celine's conception from first page to last. The new
     job was unsettling, a big step up the ladder for me, but even
     more unsettling was the way I felt about Celine. Bewitched, I
     thought. I'd been bewitched from the beginning and now it was
     even worse. Very few women ever had the effect on me that Celine
     did, a total overpowering desire to yield and to yield
     completely. Assuming that Celine wanted me. The possibility that
     Celine might not want me was too horrible to contemplate.
          Celine was perfection, a few years past forty, a long-bodied
     brunette with long legs and a long waist and hardly any breasts.
     Her face was exquisite, imperious, a breathtaking aristocratic
     French face topped by a distinctive dyke haircut that served to
     heighten the look of restrained arrogance.
          We were sitting on the terrace of Celine's magnificent house
     in Connecticut, and I hoped I was there because Celine intended
     to have me. The final intimacy between us had been brewing for a
     long time, and now maybe it would become reality. I quivered as I
     glanced at her hands, at those long expressive fingers. Being
     near Celine always caused a complete meltdown in my belly, a
     vulnerability that frightened me. With other women I was always
     the stronger one, always the butch and always loving it. But now
     with Celine . . . 
          The hot afternoon was bearable only because we knew we could
     escape at any moment into the airconditioned house. I wore a
     white bikini, but I was unhappy with it as I now realized I was
     tired of the gold rings at the sides. The gold and white were
     ugly, too banal. I liked Celine's black string bikini better. I'd
     thought the white would go well with my blond hair, but now I was
     sorry I'd brought it from New York. I'd packed a small overnight
     bag because Celine had hinted she might want me to stay the
     weekend.
          In my white bikini with gold rings, I waited for Celine.
          She was French born, at one time a Parisian, the French
     accent slight but definite when she spoke English. The Gallic
     aura combined with a relentless ambition had been sufficient to
     make her one of the most successful fashion magazine editors in
     New York. Now she had her own magazine and I'd been invited to
     become part of the Celine legend.
          On the small table between our chairs were two frozen
     daiquiris, two straws, two slices of lime showing the palest
     green color in the bright sunlight.
          "I'm sure you'll do a marvelous job for the magazine,"
     Celine said. "I'm counting on it."
          The heat and Celine's presence had produced a lazy tingling
     in my cunt. As I changed the position of my legs, I could feel
     the sweat on the insides of my thighs, the wetness in my crotch.
     I thought my toenails looked too red, the polish too bright in
     the sunlight. You're rattled, I thought. I had a fear I'd start
     trembling.
          Finally Celine said: "It's too hot now. I'd like to relax in
     a shower if you'll share it with me."
          Just like that. There was no need for me to answer. Celine
     had already assumed I would agree, and now she was rising from
     the chaise to walk into the house.
     
                               *     *     *
     
          I followed her across the wide terrace and through the
     French doors. One of the maids glanced at us as we crossed the
     living room to the stairs. I was nervous, almost trembling with
     uncertainty and expectation. I'd been thinking about this for a
     long time, wondering what it would be like with Celine. I ignored
     the maid. I kept my eyes on Celine, on her perfect round ass as
     she climbed the stairs in front of me. Celine's hips were narrow,
     but the ass itself was curved and firm-looking in the skimpy
     bikini. I liked asses. If a woman turns me on, her ass can have a
     powerful erotic effect on me. I quivered as I imagined myself
     holding Celine's ass in my hands.
          When we were inside her bedroom, Celine told me she wanted
     to make a telephone call. "You go on into the shower," she said.
     "I'll join you in a moment."
          I walked into the large bathroom, leaving the door open and
     looking at myself in one of the mirrors as I stripped off my
     bikini. Well, it's what you wanted, I thought. I'd been drooling
     over Celine for months and now what I'd hungered for was about to
     happen. I wondered if Celine realized how submissive I could be
     with the right woman, how pliable, how anxious to please. Yes,
     she probably did realize it; Celine was one of those women who
     realized everything.
          Inside the shower stall, I turned the water on and adjusted
     the temperature. The spray felt wonderful on my body after the
     heat outside. I found the perfumed soap and I began lathering my
     breasts and between my legs. Then I decided the soap was silly
     because the purpose of the shower was merely to cool us off. But
     before I had a chance to put the soap away, Celine slid the door
     open and stepped inside.
          She had insignificant breasts, the nipples dark, almost
     purplish, a flat belly and a precisely trimmed dark triangle at
     the joining of her thighs.
          She smiled at me. "Is the soap soft enough?"
          I nodded. "Yes, it's fine."
          She looked at my body, a long and careful judgment that made
     me tremble inside because I was afraid she might not approve.
     Were my breasts too droopy, my knees too bony? But then I told
     myself she had already seen me in a bikini that showed nearly
     everything.
          Then the looking was finished and she reached out to take
     hold of my breasts and lift them.
          "I like these," she said. "They're lovely."
          When she rubbed her thumbs across my nipples, I closed my
     eyes and groaned.
          She seemed amused by my response. "You're very hot for me,
     aren't you, darling?"
          "Yes."
          "Good, I want that. When I asked you out here I was hoping I
     wasn't wrong about you."
          And then she put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me
     down gently but firmly enough so there was no mistaking what she
     wanted.
          I slid to my knees in the shower stall and buried my face in
     her belly.
          The shower spray was behind her and I had a clear field. She
     lifted one leg, placed her foot on the tile platform and swung
     her knee to the side to open her thighs completely.
          I wanted to look at it first, but Celine slipped one hand
     behind my head and pulled me forward to get my mouth directly on
     her dark-haired cunt. "Hurry, darling. Give me a quick one
     first."
          If I couldn't look at it, at least I could taste it. I
     sucked her wet folds between my lips, happy the wetness was slick
     enough to be due more to her juices than merely to the shower
     water. I slid my hands up her thighs to her buttocks, and for the
     first time my fingers gripped that lovely ass. Celine hunched at
     me, rocking her body slowly to get more friction on her clitoris.
     She had a strong clitoris, completely stiff now, and as soon as I
     started sucking it she had the quick orgasm she'd said she
     wanted, the climax accentuated by a vigorous humping of her cunt
     against my upturned face.
          After that she stopped moving and she helped me to rise. She
     kissed my mouth and then she made me turn my back. I wondered
     what was about to happen, and then when I felt her hand between
     my thighs from the rear I understood what she wanted and I leaned
     forward.
          She took me that way, one hand reaching around to hold one
     of my breasts, the fingers of the other hand searching out my
     vagina to get inside me and take me with a vigorous sliding in
     and out. I interpreted the force of her thrusting fingers as a
     true expression of her persona. She wanted a complete possession
     of me, a complete submission.
          "Is it good?" she said.
          I groaned. "Yes, it's marvelous."
          Then I felt another finger pushing inside my ass, a long
     slender digit inside my rectum. I was now possessed in both
     places, Celine's fingers thrusting in and out but my clitoris
     still unaccounted for. I took care of that myself, rubbing it
     with one hand while she continued taking me with her fingers, and
     before long I had a smashing climax that left me gasping.
          She kissed the back of my neck as she slowly drew her
     fingers out of my body. "You're lovely, Terri. You're quite
     lovely."
          Soon after that we left the shower. We quickly dried
     ourselves and walked into the bedroom. Celine said: "You haven't
     anything planned for the weekend, I hope."
          "No, nothing."
          "Good, then we'll enjoy each other until Monday. Would you
     like that?"
          "Yes."
          She came to stand in front of me and she took my breasts in
     her hands again. "You're a darling. You came hard before, didn't
     you?"
          I felt myself blushing. "Yes."
          "But it's wonderful," she said with a smile. "It's wonderful
     to come hard." She gripped my breasts more firmly, almost but not
     quite hurting me. Then she moved her hands away from my breasts
     and slid them over my shoulders and down to my biceps. "Mmm, you
     have muscles," she said with a soft laugh.
          "I do body-building."
          "Yes, I like it." Then she turned toward the bed and she
     said: "Now you can suck me again. But there's no rush this time.
     This time we can make it last." She climbed onto the wide bed and
     she lay down on it to wait for me.
          I felt awkward again. I wanted Celine so much, had been
     wanting her for so long, the reality was frightening. She lay
     there with her long body completely motionless, her small breasts
     no longer apparrent, the dark nipples stiff and extended, her
     legs closed to hide her dark-haired sex. The amused look in her
     eyes said she was challenging me to show how good I could be, how
     devoted to her, how willing to provide her the pleasure she
     wanted.
          I had an urge to suck her nipples first. When I climbed onto
     the bed, I straddled her thighs and then I leaned forward to
     capture one of the dark buds with my lips. She took hold of my
     hanging breasts with her hands, squeezing them gently as I licked
     and sucked the dark nipple until I could feel it swelling with my
     tongue. Then I moved to the other nipple and I did the same to it
     until it felt as stiff as its twin. Celine was murmuring now,
     stroking my breasts as she responded to my sucking lips.
          But before long she wanted my mouth elsewhere. She pushed
     my head down, making sounds of approval as I trailed my wet mouth
     across her belly to the patch of dark hair on her mound. I
     shifted my body away so I could open her legs, and then for the
     first time I had a serious look at the cunt I'd been thirsting
     for these past months.
          It was definitely appropriate to Celine: dusky and
     ripe-looking in spite of her slender body, the clitoris
     aggressive enough to steal the scene by peeking out of its hood.
     The triangle was a full thatch, but the hair on the outer lips
     had been neatly shaved away and the dark inner flaps were visible
     in the slit. Celine now used her fingers to open herself, gazing
     at me as she showed me the pink and ruby-red interior, the inside
     of her gaping flower. "Suck me, darling. I want it."
          I could see a hint of white syrup oozing out of her vagina.
     I went down on it like a hungry kitten pouncing on a bowl of
     milk. Now the distraction of the shower was absent; it was just
     me and Celine's cunt. Nothing else in the world existed. I raised
     her legs, draped them over my shoulders and settled in to give
     her the full treatment.
          She smelled fresh and clean, her lovely ripe cunt dripping
     steadily. I parted the shaved lips, prying the pussy open to get
     at the vaginal entrance. Above the pink hole, the jewel of her
     clitoris stood out like a provocation. Her cunt was perfect,
     every detail even more perfect than I'd expected.
          I tasted her, drawing the warm juices inside my mouth as she
     held her legs back with her hands. I could tell she liked what I
     was doing. I dug in, rooting in her sex, sucking at it with
     complete abandon, happy at the new intimacy between us.
          As I buried my tongue in her vagina, I thought I felt the
     opening contract to hold me. I was thrilled by that. Yes, she was
     indeed doing it, gripping my tongue with her cunt in a way that
     made my belly quiver. She was gushing cream now, a thick syrup
     that flowed out of her sex as fast as I could slurp it up with my
     mouth. Then she cried out and came, the juice gushing again, her
     knees rocking back and forth as she clamped her thighs around my
     face. She pulled her knees all the way back to her chest. "More,
     darling. Don't stop now!" I sucked at the swollen flaps, and then
     I inched down to get my tongue on her anus. Her response was
     immediate, a throaty squeal of pleasure, her knees pulled all the
     way back to keep her ass elevated. I tickled the ring, ran my
     tongue over it, lapped it and then pushed inside an instant to
     feel the muscle grasping at me. A deep shudder passed through her
     body. She kept her knees pulled back, silent now as I did a
     thorough job of giving her this ultimate caress. Then at last she
     pulled at my head to get my mouth up to her clitoris again, and
     after a few seconds of hard sucking at the nub, I felt a surge of
     happiness as she began shaking through another intense climax.
          When it was finished, I rolled away from her with my legs
     wide open, my pussy burning with need. Celine reached out, took
     hold of one of my hands and placed it on my cunt. "Do it," she
     said.
          I had no will of my own. If that was what she wanted, I was
     happy to please her. I began masturbating, rubbing my sex with my
     fingers to get myself off. Celine lay there and watched me, and
     after I came twice she took me in her arms and kissed me. "You
     look lovely when you come," she said.
          I moaned and pressed my face against her breasts as she
     urged me to sleep.
     
                               *     *     *
          
          When I opened my eyes again, Celine was gone. The clock on
     the dresser said it was almost seven in the evening. I was
     surprised I'd slept that long, but evidently I'd needed it. Now I
     was hungry. I was about to leave the bed, when the door opened
     and Celine entered.
          "Awake, darling? I thought we might go out to dinner
     somewhere."
          Of course I agreed. She handed me a robe and she led me down
     the hall to the room where I would sleep. The small suitcase I
     had brought with me was already there, and after checking the
     bathroom to make sure the maids had done their work, Celine
     kissed my cheek and told me to hurry and get dressed. "I'll wait
     for you downstairs," she said. "I've made a reservation at a
     lovely French restaurant."
          Alone again, I put on fresh makeup, brushed my hair and
     dressed for the evening. An hour later, we were seated at a table
     in an elegant little restaurant. They had trout in papillote and
     a lovely Moselle wine, and at that moment I felt like the
     happiest girl in the world. Celine was certainly the most
     beautiful woman I had ever known, a smashing success in the
     magazine business, and I was now her new art director and her new
     lover. The whole thing made me giddy. I blamed the wine, but it
     was really Celine who intoxicated me.
          Toward the end of the meal, Celine looked at me and said:
     "What are you usually like with women?"
          I felt the heat in my belly. "I don't know. I---"
          "Do you dominate them?"
          "Usually, yes."
          Celine smiled. "I thought so. In French we say you're the
     prince. The prince and the princess. Are you a considerate
     prince?"
          "Yes, I think so."
          "Oh, I'm sure you are."
          When we returned home, Celine insisted on a short brandy, a
     toast to ourselves. "I've sent the servants away until Monday,"
     she said. Then her lovely red mouth curved in a smile as she
     glanced at the clock on the mantel. "I've something planned for
     this evening. In a few minutes, I think."
          In a few minutes the front doorbell rang, and Celine sent me
     to answer it. When I opened the door, I found a lovely girl
     standing there, a lovely girl a few years younger than me wearing
     a dress and heels and heavy makeup.
          "Hi, I'm Gina," the girl said.
          I was too puzzled to say anything, so I said nothing. I
     asked the girl to come in, closed the door and brought her to
     Celine.
          Celine smiled at the girl, looked at her with that judging
     way she had. "You're new, aren't you?"
          "Since a few weeks ago," the girl said.
          "Have a drink if you like. You can find whatever you need at
     the bar over there."
          "Sure, thanks."
          Celine smiled at me as the girl walked to the bar. "She's
     pretty, isn't she?" In a subdued voice, so the girl would not
     hear, she added: "I asked for a girl with a large bust."
          I thought I understood it now. Celine had indeed arranged a
     diversion for us. She'd hired a girl for the evening, a call 
     girl, and as I thought about the possibilities I could feel my
     pulse racing. This was something I had never done before, not
     like this, not with a girl who got paid for it. I wondered if the
     girl's clients were women. Then I told myself myself I didn't
     care one way or the other about that, the girl was too
     attractive, too tempting. The girl couldn't be doing this without
     liking it, and I imagined at the end of the night the girl would
     go home to some possessive butch to be exhausted by her. Yes, it
     must be like that. I found the prospects for the evening strange
     and exhilarating and tremendously exciting.
          As if reading my mind, Celine said: "It's an agency that
     handles only women clients."
          I smiled, doing my best to seem blas‚. "It's a lovely idea."
          "You don't need to feel inhibited, darling. There are no
     health problems. No need to worry about that."
          "All right, I won't."
          The girl carried back her drink and then she learned our
     names. "This is a nice place," the girl said, her eyes roaming
     around the large, expensively furnished room. She looked younger
     now. And a bit cheap, too much cheap makeup and the hair too
     bleached and the eyelashes too false. But the tits looked
     authentic. Celine had requested a girl with a large bust and the
     agency had delivered.
          Celine said to the girl: "What did they tell you about me?"
          The girl shrugged, smiling. "They told me I'd like you."
          "Did they tell you there'd be two of us?"
          "Oh yes, they never let me take a call unless I know what's
     happening."
          "You're very pretty."
          "Thank you."
          "Isn't she pretty, Terri?"
          "Yes," I said.
          And after that Celine very bluntly asked the girl to get her
     clothes off. "It makes things more interesting," Celine said.
          The girl seemed totally unsurprised. Her look implied that
     since we were paying for it we could have it any way we wanted
     it. She rose and slipped out of her dress, unzipped it and
     dropped it and stood there wearing nothing but a lacy red garter
     belt and sheer beige stockings and brown strap sandals. "Should I
     leave the stockings and heels on?"
          "Yes, do that," Celine said.
          Quickly, the girl stepped away from the dress and tossed it
     onto a chair. Now her smile was quiet, a question in her eyes
     about whether or not she passed.
          Yes, she passed, all right. For me, anyway. The girl's body
     was good, long and curvy and her breasts large and firm-looking
     enough to make my mouth water. She had a dark little bush, more
     of a tuft than a triangle, the mound plump and prominent. With
     her hands on her hips, she turned from one side to the other to
     offer a glimpse of her full ass and the curves of her thighs and
     legs. I thought I could spend three hours having fun with a femme
     like this one and still want more at the end of it.
          Celine's appraisal took a bit longer than mine. She sat in
     her chair holding her brandy glass in one hand while she looked
     at the girl she'd bought for us. "Show us the back," Celine said.
          The girl turned to show us her ass completely, round, full,
     delicious to look at. No blemishes except a small red mark on the
     lower part of one buttock. When she turned around again, her
     nipples were stiff, the buds erected like two fingers at the tips
     of her large breasts.
          Celine looked at me and smiled. "I'd like to watch the two
     of you. Do you mind, darling? Have her any way you want."
          I felt the flush of excitement in my face as I rose from my
     chair. The idea was so outrageously erotic, I was sure I could
     feel my pussy gushing. Have her any way you want, Celine had
     said. As if the girl was our slave. Well, maybe she was at that;
     at least her body was ours. I quickly peeled my clothes off as
     they both watched me, everything off, dress, pantyhose, and
     shoes. The girl nonchalantly stroked her huge breasts with her
     hands, her expression suggesting this sort of thing wasn't new to
     her, or maybe the agency she worked for had already told her
     about Celine's peculiarities, told her Celine would watch while
     she played with someone else. I wondered about the details. How
     did Celine pay for this? By credit card over the phone? The
     entire scene was a mindblower, a zany new experience for me.
     Knowing Celine, I ought to have suspected an affair with her
     would have its surprises. And during our first weekend together!
          When I was naked, I went to the girl to cup a heavy breast
     with one hand while I slid the other hand down to the girl's
     cunt. She gave a throaty squeak and opened her legs. She had a
     wet pussy, the lips large and fat, her syrup already gushing
     everywhere. She was a darling femme, a perfect treat ready for
     anything I might want. Her big tits were delicious, not yet
     sloppy looking. I dropped my hand from her breast to clutch her
     ass while I pushed three fingers inside her. Her face flushed,
     she closed her eyes and moaned softly as my fingers worked in and
     out of her sopping cunt.
          "Oh, I like that," she said.
          Abruptly, I pulled my fingers out. "Go down, honey."
          With a whimper, she immediately sank to her knees on the
     shag rug and buried her face in my muff.
          Holding my ass with her hands, the girl sucked my cunt with
     abandon. Celine was sitting no more than six or seven feet away
     from us, her eyes intent as she watched me hump my cunt at the
     girl's upturned face.
          I wasn't thinking about Celine now, I was thinking about the
     girl's tongue and lips, the tongue sliding everywhere with such
     an expert twisting motion it was obvious she had long practice at
     this. Was Celine surprised at the way I was taking the girl? I
     wondered if maybe Celine had thought I wouldn't make it with a
     girl in front of her and now she was discovering she'd been
     wrong. Did it make Celine angry to see me enjoying this girl so
     much? But then I told myself I couldn't help liking it, and this
     was Celine's idea anyway and not mine. I concentrated on the girl
     and did my best to enjoy the pleasure she was giving me.
          She was good, very adept, expert in the way she moved her
     tongue and mouth. I had a lovely hard climax, slamming my clit
     against the her teeth again and again, and then finally pulling
     away exhausted to indicate I was finished with her.
          When I looked at Celine, she had removed all her clothes and
     was now sitting on the sofa naked.
          Her mouth and chin wet with my juices, the girl squatted on
     the rug as she waited to be told what to do.
          Celine leaned back and moved her legs apart, her dark sex
     visible, her hands stroking the insides of her long thighs. She
     said to the girl: "You look like you know how."
          The girl's eyes turned hot as she gazed at Celine's cunt.
     "Want me to eat you?"
          Celine shook her head. "Not yet, darling. Stick two fingers
     inside yourself and get off first."
          The girl blushed and hesitated, but finally she did what
     Celine wanted. Celine was paying, wasn't she? Squatting on her
     haunches, the girl slid a hand between her thighs and pushed her
     fingers deep inside her vagina. With the rest of her hand now
     flat against her pussy, she began fucking herself with a rapid
     vibration of her wrist. I changed position in order to see more
     of the girl from behind, the swells of her buttocks and the
     fingers moving in her cunt and the dark starfish of her anus
     stretched by her position.
          "Oh God, I'm coming!" the girl gasped, and when she lifted
     her face as she came it was obvious the orgasm was real and not
     faked.
          After that the girl crawled across the rug to go down on
     Celine. I lay there watching them as I idly stroked my own pussy.
     Celine had her legs hooked over Gina's shoulders and an
     expression of complete bliss on her face. I thought Celine looked
     beautiful when she came, more beautiful than ever.
          Celine sent the girl home after that, walking her out of the
     living room to the front door. As they did that, I slid down to
     the rug and stretched out with my eyes closed.
          Then Celine returned to me, knelt down on the rug and kissed
     me. "That was very exciting," she said.
          "Yes."
          "Will you make me happy this weekend, darling?"
          "Yes, I want to."
          "Will you be my princess?"
          I hesitated a moment, and then I nodded. "Yes."
          She smiled and climbed over me. She sat down on my face and 
     made me suck her off. I loved it. Her cunt was wet and gushing 
     and I drank everything she had to give me.


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LA DOMME by Claire Baeder (ed.) [An Extract]
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