Madame Juliet

I am sitting here looking at a picture of Juliet. She was once my 1

mistress. 2

Now, don't get all excited! This isn't about whips, boots, and bondage. 3

Domination can be subtle. A dominatrix can be tender, benign, liberal, 4

friendly even. She doesn't have to make you crawl across a rubber mat and 5

lick her shoes......... Oh to thunder with it - a bitch is a bitch is a 6

bitch! Even one who is still on your Christmas card list! 7

When I met Juliet, she was dating Denny. Actually I met Denny first, 8

professionally, and he introduced me to Juliet. Instantly I disliked her; 9

she was a spoilt madam, and that's that. Instantly, however, I also got an 10

overwhelming crush on her. I have always admired oriental women, and 11

Juliet was exceptionally beautiful, with golden skin and almond eyes. The 12

very sight of her seemed to make me very aware of my own clothing against 13

my skin - I could feel my nipples hardening and my cunt beginning to 14

moisten. I had always had lesbian tendencies, but she gave me the 15

strongest sexual buzz of any woman I had met for a long time. Still, I 16

loathed her as a person, and the result was very, very confusing. I 17

couldn't help conjuring up her image when I masturbated, but I would almost 18

literally kick myself afterwards! 19

Eventually Denny and Juliet got married. I don't know why I always 20

considered that it was not going to work out between them, but perhaps it 21

was because I had Juliet down as a selfish person who was never likely to 22

make anyone happy. It turned out that I was right about that, but a lot of 23

it is Denny's business, and nothing to do with this story. 24

Let's just say that later on Juliet and I started to get on better, sort 25

of. We got on speaking terms. We both liked clothes, we both liked music, 26

OK she was damnably self-opinionated, but I found I could live with that. 27

How did she and I get together? If "get together" is the right term. 28

One day she and Denny were having a slightly heated discussion. It was 29

too trivial to be a row, but it looked like it might have been heading for 30

Juliet being in a grump. She wanted to go and see a horror movie which was 31

only showing at the local flea-pit for just one more evening, and Denny had 32

an appointment he couldn't break. Juliet was beginning to pout, but Denny 33

shrugged his shoulders and said, "Why not go with Eva?" 34

I must admit that I could have thought of better things to do with my 35

time, but I agreed, and Juliet brightened up considerably. When Juliet 36

brightens up it is like the sun coming out. She becomes really animated, 37

and her smile is absolutely radiant. She got a glass of wine for herself 38

before we set out, and became a little flushed (when Juliet blushes, her 39

golden skin seems to turn apricot!), but all-in-all she was in a pretty 40

good mood by the time we left the flat. When we got to the cinema, she 41

curled up on a seat, like a kid on a treat, and sat popping popcorn into 42

her mouth. 43

Eventually the lights went down. The trailers and adverts came on. 44

Juliet sat quietly singing to herself, "Boring, boring, boring!" But then 45

she sat up when the main feature started. I can't remember what the film 46

was, but it was certainly something to do with a stalking killer, armed 47

with a knife, who would jump out on people when they, and the audience, 48

least expected it. I wasn't all that interested in it myself, and spent 49

some of the time watching Juliet, bouncing on her seat at each shock, more 50

and more like a child as the film went on. 51

There came a point when there was an exceptional shock on the screen; 52

Juliet gave a little shriek and grabbed my arm. As it happened, I had been 53

looking at the screen myself, but when I felt my arm grabbed, I turned 54

towards her. It is not easy to say that our eyes met, because of course it 55

was dark! But we were both aware that we were facing each other, and that 56

our faces were close. I felt her breath on my cheek, and realised that she 57

was breathing quickly. Suddenly she seemed to dart her head forward, and I 58

felt a light kiss planted on my mouth. To say I was surprised would be an 59

under-statement. I fought to keep my head. What had just happened? 60

Juliet had just kissed me. What was about to happen? I didn't know. What 61

did I want to happen? I wanted Juliet to kiss me again. I thought, 62

"Steady. Don't move back. Keep still. Let's see if she kisses me again." 63

Nothing.... For what seemed like several minutes, but was probably only 64

about ten seconds. Juliet's hands still held my forearm, our faces were 65

still turned towards each other, and were still close. She was still 66

breathing quickly. My own breathing was very shallow, as if I did not want 67

my breath to push her face away; my pulse was a galloping 68

"thumpity-thumpity" in my ears. My attempt to keep my head after having 69

been kissed by the most gorgeous, most thoroughly spoilt, sexiest, most 70

insufferable woman I had ever met was beginning to falter. I had to do 71

something, or I would be sitting here knowing that she had turned her head 72

away. 73

So I bent forward and kissed her. It seemed to be the signal she had 74

been waiting for. One of her hands let go of my arm, and insinuated itself 75

behind my head, and she kissed me - passionately. We were lips-to-lips, 76

tongue-to-tongue, and I got the wonderful after-taste of popcorn and wine. 77

She strained forward, although we were separated by the arm of the seat, as 78

if she wanted to press her tits against mine. We got as close as we could 79

in the constraint of our seats, and kissed, and kissed, and kissed until we 80

had no breath left. 81

When we broke off I said, for some reason, "Let's watch the film!" So we 82

sat for the rest of the movie holding hands like a couple of kids. 83

We held hands at the back of the bus too, where no one could see us. 84

Almost absent-mindedly, she caressed the back of my hand with her thumb, 85

sending shivers up and down my arm. When we got off the bus, there was a 86

two minute walk to the flat where she and Denny lived, and a walk of about 87

eight minutes to my house. A little nervously, I asked her if she would 88

like to come back for coffee - coffee is probably the commonest euphemism 89

in the English language - and to my utter surprise she said yes. She 90

linked arms with me, as only women can, and off we walked. 91

Once we were inside my house (how untidy it seemed to me - as a single 92

woman I saw no reason to be house-proud), each with a cup of coffee, my 93

nervousness returned. It seemed as though sparks flew between us, making 94

the air crackle. The conversation faltered, and five minutes passed, as we 95

stood in my kitchen, sipping our coffee. 96

"Take me to your bed," Juliet said suddenly. 97

In a way it seemed like an order, so I took her hand and led her 98

upstairs. In my room, I switched a bedside lamp on, and when I turned back 99

to her, I was surprised to find that she had already shed her clothes. I 100

couldn't help pausing just to look at her. I don't know if, before or 101

since, I have ever seen a more exquisitely beautiful woman! Maybe oriental 102

girls don't turn everyone on - they are generally small and slim, and I 103

know that some people prefer voluptuous figures - but they work for me! 104

Her tits were small, perfectly symmetrical on her rib-cage, and had 105

absolutely identical nipples. Her limbs were slender but rounded rather 106

than skinny. Her hips were narrow without being boyish, and as for her 107

curls, they were a sparse V of down - she was in her mid twenties and had a 108

cunt like I had when I was just getting through puberty! 109

"Stop gawping at me, Eva," she said. "Get undressed!" 110

I obeyed, quickly but clumsily, and let my clothes fall in a heap on the 111

floor. Then she was all over me! Her kisses were hungry, and her hands 112

wandered all over my body, teasing not only my nipples, my labia, and my 113

bottom, but any other part of my body that she thought would react - the 114

inside of my elbow, the back of my neck, and so on. I just clung 115

desperately to her, pushing my belly against hers, grabbing any part of her 116

I could. For a while we came apart and played with each other's tits, 117

sucking and rubbing. Then she simply thrust her hand between my legs and 118

crooked a finger inside me. I took in breath sharply, and went up on my 119

toes. This was all happening like a fantastic dance - no build-up, no 120

seduction, just frantic, random hunger. She pressed her mouth to mine, 121

sucked at my bottom lip, and then broke away and flung herself down on the 122

bed. 123

"You will eat me!" she declared, spreading her legs wide. 124

Whoa! Yes madam! She was going to get no argument from me, because 125

it was a while since I had had sex with anyone, and right now I really wanted 126

to lick her silly, and be licked myself. So I mounted her, to make asixty-nine; 127

but to my surprise she pushed me away. 128

"No! No!" she said sharply. "YOU eat ME!" 129

Well OK, I thought, let's play take-it-in-turns if you like. So I knelt 130

down in front of her and did the dirty thing with my tongue - you all know 131

how it goes! I looked up the bed, and saw that Juliet was enjoying it. 132

She was almost purring like a kitten! Her eyes were closed, her face was 133

flushed, and she was rolling an index finger round each of her nipples. 134

I'm good with my tongue, and can make a girl last for some time before 135

pushing her over the edge, but Juliet had made me impatient, and I simply 136

gave her hard and insistent tongue until she came. I kept a watch on that 137

face of hers, and I have to say that she was very beautiful at the moment 138

of her climax. She wasted no time lying there, however, but sat up with a 139

smile on her face. She planted a quick kiss on my lips, and I lay back on 140

the bed, expecting my turn. To my surprise, I saw that she was getting 141

dressed! I sat up, not knowing what was going on, needing to come but 142

feeling let down. 143

As she was zipping up her jeans she said, "Walk me home, Eva." 144

I nodded. 145

"Get dressed then. You'll catch cold like that." 146

She was right. I felt chilly. I felt angry too. She had just used me 147

as a wanking machine! She had used me like a bloody vibrator! But...... 148

I walked her home, meekly. I walked her home, feeling like a 149

millionairess because she held my arm. I walked her home, all the way to 150

her flat, walking as slowly as I could so as to prolong the time I could be 151

close to her. I walked her home, and allowed her to pull me into a shop 152

doorway for a long kiss. The kiss seemed to say, "Next time ....... 153

Maybe!" I walked her home, only to see her skip off round the corner 154

without a backward glance, leaving me to walk all the way back again. 155

And I walked back in anger, vowing never to let any woman treat me that 156

way ever again. Well, that was what was going on under my breath, but deep 157

down inside I couldn't wait for the next time. 158

The next time? What next time? I stopped in the middle of the road 159

(HONK HONK - I set off again, and stopped by the roadside). We hadn't 160

fixed up to see each other again! And I didn't know when I would have a 161

legitimate excuse to get in touch with Denny, let alone Juliet, for the 162

next week! 163

When I got home, I sat on the edge of my bed for half the night, 164

conflicting emotions rampaging through me. 165

As it happened, she telephoned me the very next day. Was I available 166

later in the week to take a day-trip with her? She had a morning 167

appointment in the next county, but fancied lunch out and a little 168

shopping, and thought it would be nicer with a companion. Was I available? 169

Yes madam I was available if I had to cancel tea at Buckingham Palace! 170

Gone was all the anger at her treatment of me, and instead I was a 171

"schoolgirl in the flurry of my first affair"! It was all I could do not 172

to start prettying myself up two days in advance. 173

We were to travel by train, and met in the station concourse. She 174

smiled at me when I arrived. 175

"Hi, Eva!" She greeted me like a long-lost friend with a kiss on each 176

cheek ("Mwah ...... mwah!"). 177

She looked me up and down and nodded in approval at the clothes I had 178

taken two days to select. She of course had merely stepped into something, 179

and managed to look like a cover girl with no effort whatsoever. 180

"Mmm. Looking good!" she said. I felt as though my high heels had just 181

grown another inch. 182

The journey was good. The train was almost empty, and at one point we 183

were hidden by our high-backed seats from any other passengers. That was 184

the point at which Juliet leant over and kissed me, long and slow! We 185

heard the conductor coming to check tickets, however, or the kiss might 186

have lasted until the next station. 187

Apart from having to hang around while she had her morning appointment, 188

the rest of the day was good too. We walked about the strange town, and 189

because it was unfamiliar territory, she felt confident in holding my arm a 190

little more possessively. We drew stares - people seemed to be looking at 191

us and asking themselves, "Are they, or aren't they?" Juliet, frankly, 192

turned heads anyway. She looked utterly gorgeous, as always, and got 193

envious looks from women and appreciative looks from men. I got the 194

hostile looks! Men would look at me as if to say, "Why are you wasting 195

that woman, you lez?" But I didn't care - I just liked being with her, I 196

liked walking along with her, with my head in the air, as if to say to all 197

the lookers-on, "Think lez, or think what you want. She is with me, and 198

that's damn good!" 199

Lunch was good, shopping was fine, although I spent a lot more than I 200

would have done. I let myself be swayed by Juliet's choices of clothes for 201

me. She made me try on things I wouldn't have chosen for myself, and I had 202

to admit she was right - they looked good on me. 203

As we rode home in the train, I realised that I was the proverbial putty 204

in her hands. She could make me do whatever she wanted, whenever she 205

wanted - come on a trip, wear this, do that! She was my mistress, and I 206

did as I was told. If she had, after all, cooked up some scheme with 207

boots, and whips, and humiliation, I would simply have gone along with it 208

and abased myself at her feet. But she didn't have to - that's the secret! 209

She didn't have to! 210

When our train pulled in at our home town, she surprised me by hailing a 211

taxi. We both got in, and she gave her address to the driver. 212

"Denny's away," she said to me. "I could use some company - it's early 213

yet, and I don't want to break up our day. Pop back to the flat for a 214

while." 215

Yes madam. 216

As soon as she had shut the door of her flat behind us, she grabbed the 217

front of my jacket and pulled me to her. She kissed me hard, pushing me 218

against the wall, and damn near bashing my head in the process! She ground 219

her lower belly against mine. When she broke off the kiss, she let out a 220

gasp. 221

"Oh! I've been dying for sex all day!" 222

She pulled me into the centre of the room. 223

"Undress me, Eva," she ordered. 224

"Yes, madam," I said, with an ironical curtsey. But nonetheless I 225

obeyed her, unbuttoning and peeling off every layer of her clothing, until 226

that golden body was naked again. 227

"Now, lick me!" she said. 228

"Yes, madam," I said. No curtsey, sure, but no irony either. I had 229

been given an order, and I was going to obey it. She sat her little naked 230

self down on a chair, and I knelt in front of her, pushing her legs apart 231

as I knelt down. I got to work with my tongue. I have to say I had been 232

longing to do this. The last time - the first time - this had happened, I 233

had been so dizzy with excitement I had hardly any time to savour the scent 234

and taste of her cunt. Now I did, as I gave her the slow treatment. Also, 235

I made a point of looking at her cunt - my, it was really beautiful! Neat, 236

parallel lips, a pink interior with a dark, tight hole, and at the top an 237

absolute jewel of a clit! I would gladly have given a lifetime of total 238

servitude to someone whose womanhood was this beautiful! 239

This time, I had figured out that I was unlikely to have a chance to sit 240

where Juliet was, and so as I licked her I thrust one hand down the front 241

of my waistband and wanked myself as my tongue worked on her. I tried to 242

gauge it right and, yes, I got us to come almost together. It may not have 243

been exactly how I would have wanted it, but it was pretty good 244

nonetheless. 245

Having been seen to, Juliet got dressed. Then she cooked us a meal, 246

which was really good. After that, we sat around for a while - a cuddle or 247

two, a kiss or two - until it got late. She didn't offer to let me sleep 248

with her, but at least she did offer to walk me home. Of course I said no 249

- I couldn't let my mistress do that, could I! 250

I'll be brief. If I've told you the story so far, then I've told you 251

the whole story. Our dates were like that. We never slept together, she 252

always took tongue but never gave any, I always had to wank myself. And 253

yet I kept turning up, time after time, because she told me to, and because 254

I wanted to. Then one evening, after she had come, she seemed restless, 255

making little tutting noises with her tongue. She gave me only the 256

briefest peck as a goodnight kiss. The next time I was round the flat, she 257

was very demonstratively hanging round Denny's neck, to demonstrate to me 258

that her little lesbian fling was over! 259

I have to say that I did feel crushed. Strangely, when she and Denny 260

broke up shortly after that, I actually felt sorry. Even more strangely, 261

Juliet and I kept in touch for a long time. It was as if sex between us 262

had never happened. We were left with a kind of superficial friendship, 263

and we could happily meet up and go shopping together. Since then, of 264

course, I've moved away; we send birthday cards and the like, and 265

occasionally telephone each other. 266

But now I'm looking at the only picture I have of her. Although she is 267

fully dressed, I'm thinking to myself, "I know exactly what is making the 268

swell in that sweater; I know exactly what's at the top of those legs!" And 269

I know something else: I don't love her - I don't think I ever did - but if 270

she knocked on the door now, and ordered me to lick her, I would, obey. I 271

wouldn't be able to help myself. There are times, when I masturbate, that 272

I imagine what it would be like if the roles were reversed - if I were 273

"Madam Eva", and she had to kneel in front of me, and give me tongue and 274

finger just how I like it. But more often, when she comes into my mind, it 275

is in her familiar role of the woman who uses me. It's very potent, like a 276

drug, and that makes me glad that our affair didn't last longer, otherwise 277

the withdrawal symptoms would have been unbearable. What I need now, 278

more than anyone else, is a girl with whom I can share love, romance, and 279

affection - maybe that will gentle the memory of Madam Juliet off my mind, 280

and she will no longer haunt my fantasies..........281