I should never have asked her to coffee that night at the burlesque show. I should never have walked her home that night after coffee. I definitely should not have started dating her. This is the story of my very short relationship with my accidental girlfriend Ella.
Ella lives down the road from me. About 1o minutes away in fact. The first night I went over she made me mushroom and stilton risotto because she was a vegetarian. The risotto was also one of the strongest tasting dishes I have ever eaten, she used an entire family pack of chestnut mushroom and an entire slab of blue stilton. In her defence though, it didn’t taste bad. Just overpowering. But I’m not here for her cooking skills.
Her room is clean, artistically littered with books (she is an english lit student) and at one side there is a big double bed. I push her onto to the bed lightly and kneel down in front of her. I start to kiss my way up her leg, my hands reaching under her lime green dress. Very few people can pull of lime green but Ella can. I pull off her thong. I gently bite the inside of her thigh, noticing how smooth and soft her skin is. Her hands are in my hair and she’s moaning quiet loudly. I bite her harder. She pulls my hair harder.
This is a turning point for me. I realised that whilst I like her body and she turns me on sexually, I have no real emotional attachment to her at all. It makes me feel guilty and this in turn leads to my sadistic behaviour over the course of our relationship.
I push her further onto the bed, turn her over and put her into the head-down-ass-up position. I hitch her dress to her waist and immediately push a finger into her already soaking pussy. I push in a second finger and start a steady rhythm. She’s shaved and a light pink colour, this compliments her pale complexion very well.
I lean over, still pumping her smoothly with my fingers, and whisper into her ear.
“The safe word is Nunnery. If you want to cum, you have to say “Take me to Chicago.” When you cum you need to say “Chicago”. Got that?” I nibble at her ear.
Although she’s panting heavily she manages to whisper “Yes.”
“Yes Mistress to you. Now remind me what the safe word is?” I quickly flick at her clitoris. This elicits a squeal from her. “No, that’s not the safe word.” I hiss, and promptly deliver a spank onto her left ass check. It blooms pink. I’m not worried that it has hurt her though because my finger is gushed over with another wave of wetness. What’s the safe word Ella?” I ask again, pushing my fingers into her harder, faster.
“Nunnery!” She gasps, and then gasps again as I deliver another spank.
“Nunnery what Ella?”
“Nunnery Mistress! The safeword is Nunnery!” She is really concentrating to get the words out. My thumb has been circling her clit and I rub it harder. Her whole body tenses and I smile.
“Are you going somewhere Ella?” I insert a third finger.
“Yes Mistress! I’m going to Chicago!” Her voice is muffled when she answers because she’s pushed her head into the pillow, wriggling and pushing her bum further towards me.
“Good girl Ella.” I saw and start leaving light bites down her neck as I now work into her very hard. I use my other hand now to work furiously at her clit and soon she is vibrating her with orgasm onto my hand screaming “Chicago! Chicago!” before collapsing completely.
Now I take off her dress. I pull her into me, stroking her hair and telling her gently “good girl Ella” until she is asleep. In the morning I wake up early, leave a quick note and go home to shower and dress for the day. I send her one text later on to tell her I will visit in two days time.
For the next month I visit her about three times a week, always at night and always to dominate her. I scratch her leaving long red marks, I spank her until her bum is cherry red and I make her say Chicago four separate times in one night. However I still get bored, the lust fading quickly due to lack of emotional investment. It makes me crueler. I want to see where her limit is, but it seems she has non.
By the end of the third month I see her less than three times, not texting or calling her and no longer trying to find her limits because I think she has non. If I didn’t end it, it would have gotten dangerous for her. I have to say she was a wonderful girl, smart with a smoking body. I don’t know why I couldn’t come to love her. In retrospect though I could have ended it better, but by then I had already started to resent her and our empty relationship.