Mitzi had adjusted well to her new life with Joe Boxter. He was a noted psychiatrist and somewhat of a celebrity but they both had issues that they helped each other with. She had been a crack whore and he had a more painful, dark and destructive addiction.
She looked at herself in the mirror, not believing that she had come through all that she had. Her hair was longer now than before and she wore it tight, wrapped back and in a braid that ran to her shoulders. Her fingernails, again were manicured and her feet pedicure. She went to salons and received full body scrubs and facials, electrolysis and the like. Though she had not totally regained the weight that she had lost on the streets, she was in much better shape than then. Still able to look elegant and slinky all at once and her age was a mystery.
The dress she wore was long and white, as pale as her skin used to be but of such a fine silk that the tattoos she'd received for her man were clearly visible, not exposed, but through the material their darkness came through. The dress was a low cut front and back which hugged her slim hips and legs to the calves. On her lower back, just beneath the V cut was a tattoo that read, "Queen Of Spades" a spade was also tattooed on her thigh. Her inner right thigh had the word, "Nigga's" and the left read, "Only" both written with tribal markings that wrapped completely around her legs. Just below her ears, on her both cheeks, coming forward like an erection were two black cocks, which if not stared at could be mistaken for odd earrings or a curl of hair, on her fingers she had letters tattooed that read "Black Dick" and her thumbs both were tattooed with spades in the center of the male symbol and female symbol, the female symbol was tattooed in white ink which showed up clearly with her well cultured tan. Just beneath her belly button, where the front V on her dress ended, were the words, "Black Anacondas Only" and on her mound, above her pussy was a skull with a snake wrapped around it and words in a circle that said: "Under 12 need not apply" on her ankles she had a tattoo of a snake wrapped around like a chain, it was black and silver. and behind her left ear she had the words: "Black Cock Queen" written in an Aramaic looking script. Apart from the typical pierces, such as her tongue; not once but three times, her eye brow, and her belly button he had her also pierce her pussy with three loops and her nipples with bars and a long bar at the center of her chest. All of the exposed pierces, the chest bar, her eyebrow, and her belly button, were pierced with 24 carat gold and diamonds. She also wore a diamond anklet and necklace, privilege of being a noted psychiatrist's bitch.
The day was a special one, it was their second anniversary and she wanted it to be perfect- to show her man how much he mattered to her and how he had changed her life. Her only regret about the day was that he had planned a gala in recognition of some of his most notable clients. He had gained national fame as a psychiatrist no doubt because of his race but also because of his build- and style. She had curbed his appetite for homicide by encouraging him in fighting and he had since been runner up in the USA's prestigious, "World Fighter Championship" two years in a row. They called him the "Psycho Killer" they just didn't know how right they were. She was proud of her man, and attended every fight he was in,. She was also in the studio audience when he was a guest on such shows as Oprah! Though she had been introduced to people as his Fiance' he hadn't actually proposed to her- she never questioned him about it, understanding just how on the edge their relationship was.
For his part he took away her craving for crack cocaine by seducing her with near death experiences and violently painful sex, it had become her addiction now and he administered the thrills like the cold calculating son of a bitch he was- and she loved him for it.
Mitzi gave herself a final look over just as the door chimed. It would be the caterers for his gala. She greeted them at the door and showed them where to put the ice sculptures, the basin's and where the tables would be set up.
His house was a step below a mansion. It sat on the beach just off A1A, behind a clump of palm trees which gave them cover from the road. Their was a stone fence which surrounded the house, complete with camera's and a three car garage. The triple story house had two decks, from the front deck which overlooked the cobble stone drive way below and the ocean beyond, there was a wood bridge that reached out to the white dunes. The deck above came off their bedroom, where there was a hot tub and a shower, spiral stairs led down to the main deck. Also, there was a deck behind the house. It faced A1A but was concealed from it by the trees, however it did have a commanding view of the space pad and from there they had watched several launches, naked.
At night he would release Pitzer and Shobo, his two Doberman's to the yard, the house itself was secured by motion devices and magnetic locks- it was a fortress with an indoor pool, liquid plasma televisions hidden in the walls and a full bar. There was also his private office where a league standard pool table sat. As she showed the caterers where to put things she remembered the time he had her lay naked on the pool table. He had just discovered the porno's those street thugs had made of her. He bought the DVD's and played them for her. She was nervous not knowing how he would handle seeing her being with so many other men. It aroused him. He ordered her to lay naked on the table while he stood at one end, where her head was. He made her scoot up so that her head could lay backwards and he allowed her to suck his dick while he watched the movie. He shoved his massive cock in and out of her relaxed throat again and again, she gagged on it, but he did not stop, she had to swallow her own saliva, mucus and vomit to keep from choking, but he kept thrusting in and out of her. She exploded vomit through her nose and it ran up her face but he didn't stop, mesmerized by watching her eat the large fat man's ass. Finally he pulled out of her and let his dick rest on her neck. She was gasping for air. His balls hung next to her mouth, "Suck them!" he ordered. She took the large dark purple balls in her mouth and messaged them with her tongue, "Say it!" he commanded.
She popped the balls out of her mouth: "You worthless fucking nigger, you'll never please me as they have!"
He groaned, his knees buckled and he came all over her chest, stomach and as he stepped back, her face too.
The rich memory played in her mind as she stroked the top of the soft pool table.
It took them two hours to set up for the party during which time she received a phone call from him. "How is my angel?" his deep voice, similar to that of Darth Vader, from Star Wars sent cool shivers down her back.
"Missing you." she replied, "As always."
"I will be a little late..."
She frowned
"I know this time is special for us, so I am expecting something special when I get home."
Her smile returned.
"The party will start on time and I will need you to 'entertain' the guests until I arrive, will you do that?"
"You know I will."
"There is a special guest too, a Miss Clara, a very sad girl- I was hoping you might bring her a special cheer."
"As you wish." she knew what he meant by that, and folded the phone. With no time to lose, she brought the things she thought she would need for Miss Clara.
In the basement, which was really more of a closed off car port as there are rare to no basements in Florida, they had set up a sort of S&M playroom. There was a bed and camera tripods as well as mirrors, suspended baskets, chains the cross and whips- riding crops, candles, prods etc... They rarely used it together, as he would normally work alone. She had gotten him to reform some of his murderous tendencies but in no way had fooled herself to believe he had stopped all together. Just the like, she would occasionally snort a line of cocaine, but the crack she had left in the hotel, when she joined his life- there's was a deep passion of near death and berated bemusements.
Mitzi gathered, from a lockbox near one of the cameras, a roll of duck-tape, handcuffs and some oil. She then took the items from the wall: some rope, heavy duty garbage bags, a hammer and a bone saw kit- to the master bedroom. The heavy duty garbage bags she put on the mattress of the bed and the floor around the bed. She taped white bed-sheets up on the wall and around the bed posts so that everything in the room was covered. She then made up the bed with more linen and covered the garbage bags on the floor with rugs.
The police had been around before and seemed to suspect them for more than a few disappearances but they had never been able to produce any evidence. When the room was ready, Mitzi allowed herself the memory of when they had both been picked up and questioned by the police. They had tried every tactic on her but she stayed solid, and her loyalty to him firm. She was sure he had played mind games with them as they were getting madder and madder EVERY time they came back to her with a different story.
