About Sappho's Initiation by Jonathan Biernot

Author:Jonathan Biernot [Biernot, Jonathan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: erotica
Publisher: Pink Flamingo Media
Published: 2016-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Sappho, The House Whore

We were back in the city, now, and Sappho had once referred to herself as a ‘whore’. This was her chance to consummate that aspiration but, first, there had to be some role play.

Over dinner we’d worked out a scenario that seemed to pull together most of our fantasies and collective experiences, which we combined into an ugly, but contemporary, element in the news of the day: ‘People Trafficking’.

We settled on Sappho taking the part of a young woman who had been traded into sexual slavery and was about to be sold on to a new owner whom she had to impress because, if the transaction didn’t go through, she’d find herself in serious trouble.

Neither of us knew anything about this trade, or how it was plied in reality, but that was academic: this was for our private purposes.

My role was to be the prospective buyer and Sappho, of course, was to be the ‘object’ of the deal.

She’d been dressed in her full regalia: black leather thigh boots, nipple clamps, studded cuffs, belt and dog collar replete with leash and, this time, she was blindfold with a black, silk scarf. She’d been made up with lipstick on her mouth and nipples; and, although I couldn’t see her eyes, I knew they were decorated and her fingernails had been painted. She’d been depilated and the hair on her head was shiningly-full and flowing down over her shoulders and back but the perfume she’d chosen was unlikely to have been offered to a trafficked woman.

Sappho wore nothing else except big earrings and a tether that joined her hands and secured them to a bedpost.

This had to be as authentic as either of us could imagine so I waited for a while before bursting through the door, talking loudly, like a gangster addressing one of his minions, into an imaginary mobile telephone call.

When my ‘conversation’ was finished I turned to address the ‘object’.

“Who are you?”

Silence. So, I slapped her across the face.

“I said, ‘Who are you?’”

This time she stammered, “I’m the House Whore!”

“The House Whore, eh? What do you do?”

Again, there was silence, so I slapped her again but didn’t repeat my question.

Her bottom lip started to tremble and I could see she was trying hard to form the word, “Everything!”

“Everything, eh?”

This time she was quick to reply, “Yes, everything and anything.”

“Where are you from?”

“I’m from the East, Sir.”

“Sir? Try calling me Master.”

“I’m from the East, Master.”

“Do you know who I am?”

“No, Master.” She replied, quickly, but haltingly, as I put the point of a knife to her throat and asked her if she knew what it was.

“No, Master.”

“It’s the point of a knife and if you ever find out who I am, I’ll use it.”

“Yes, Master.”

I didn’t know about Sappho but I was starting to scare myself.

“Let’s take a look at you. Bend over and open your legs.”

She did that and I spread apart her buttocks; wiggling a finger in her anus.

“Hmmm, that’s seen a bit of action,” I said whilst slipping my hand under her crotch and wiping it across her pussy: it was drenched.

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