It was getting very late in the afternoon. The day been busy and interesting for both Talana and me thus far, so I suggested we go out for an early dinner.
She said, "I'll go with you, Sir, but my ass is still burning from my punishment earlier and I'm not sure I will able to sit down without complaining...but I will go with you."
I got up slipped into my black silk kimono and went downstairs. Talana jumped up following me without bothering to dress herself in anything. When we reached the kitchen, I smiled at her, admiring her amazing resolve to follow through with all of this prompting me to tell her I understood her discomfort and I would just call to have something delivered.
Admittedly, I had gotten far too absorbed in the punishment, which I really did feel bad about over-doing, but not about the act of punishment itself. I knew I would punish her again, but I would not administer it with such brutality. This time she had practically begged for it, but I would exhibit much greater self-control in the future. I was not a sadist nor was she a masochist. She just needed a little erotic pain from time to time. I had given her far too much pain, had gone well beyond what could be deemed erotic, and in this instance, she really had not deserved true punishment.
"Is Chinese OK with you or would you prefer something else," I asked her.
"Whatever you want is alright. Chinese or pizza are about the only things we can have delivered," she replied.
"OK, I'll order a Chinese pizza. I'll make sure the wanton soup is served on the side as au jus for the pizza," I laughed, teasing her.
Talana giggled.
I was sure we would not eat all of what I ordered, or if we would even eat any of it, however, I called in orders for both Chinese food and a large Supreme pizza.
I turned to Talana telling her to go upstairs and put on something so sheer it was almost transparent.
"Touch up that beautiful heart on your pubic mound and paint your nipples to match. You will, of course, also wear silk stockings, a garter belt and stiletto heels. I want you to go to door looking like a little whore doll when the food is delivered," I said to her.
"Yes, Master," she smiled sexily at me, "just the sound of your voice telling me what to do is making my ass feel better and..."
"And what, Talana?" I asked.
She hesitated before replying shyly, "It's also making my pussy
very
wet."
"I will take care of that later," I replied. "Now go get ready."
As she skipped happily toward the stairs, I could only imagine how she would be in bed as an active participant. So far, I had only used and somewhat abused her incredible body, but tonight would be far different. I decided that tonight she would be my lover. She would not be merely a slave girl who served her Master. I had sex with a number of girls during high school, but this would be the first time I actually made love with a woman. Aunt Madge, whom I now called Talana, was most assuredly a woman. I wanted this to be a night we would both remember for many years to come. Somehow, I knew she wanted this just as much as I did.
I opened a beer before going into the living room. A short time later, Talana came downstairs. As she walked slowly into the living room, I saw she was wearing a nearly transparent scarlet red silk kimono, which barely reached the tops of her thighs. Most girls look great in red, but Talana looked awesome. The kimono was tied tightly around her tiny waist with a matching obi. Her firm breasts with their very hard, erect nipples pressed eagerly against the sheer fabric as if they were struggling desperately to be released from the confines of the restraining fabric. Her beautiful shapely legs were encased in pure silk red stockings, the color of which matched perfectly the color of the kimono. Through the sheer fabric I could see the outline of a matching red garter belt which held up the stockings. On her feet, were a pair of red patent leather "fuck me" pump shoes, the heels of which had to be at last five inches in height.
Her long auburn hair was done in cascading coils, which draped down over her left shoulder reaching almost to the top of her left breast. She walked slowly toward me in such a slow, deliberate, and graceful manner it appeared she was actually floating on a cloud. She stopped when she reached a point at which she was standing slightly out of arms reach.
Her makeup was applied to perfection. I noticed she had even included a tiny dark "beauty mark" on her left cheek. Her lips glistened from the scarlet red lip gloss, which matched the color of her clothing. Talana turned around slowly which allowed me to savor the enchanting and radiant beauty of the sensual creative image she had prepared herself to be for me. I could smell the almost intoxicating scent of some yet unrecognized fragrance emanating from her. I learned later the name of the fragrance was Ciara.
As I looked up at her, I was so stunned that my jaw dropped open, my heart seemed to stop beating, and even my last breath just hung in the air. If there was a more beautiful or enchanting woman anywhere on the planet I did not want to see her. As if by some unknown force of magic, Talana seemed to morph into something even more beautifully enticing with each blink of my eyes. It seemed as though she became whatever my mind could perceive her to be.
She slowly rotated her body to turn her back to me. Then she leaned slowly, very slowly forward causing both the kimono and my dick to rise as she exposed her naked ass and the glistening vaginal lips of her shaven pussy to my hungry eyes. She straightened her head and shoulders while arching her back downward which caused her hips to lift and jut provocatively toward me. My dick began to throb in anticipation of being engulfed in the depths of the fiery pool of molten lava before me.
She stood fully upright and slowly rotated her body until she was once again facing me. She reached down to seductively untied the obi which surrounded her tiny waist and let it fall gently to the floor. The sheer silk material floated slowly downward as if it was a feather until it lay wistfully at her feet seeming almost to beckon for her to reach down and rescue it from the torture of being unable to surround her sensuous body as if it was her guardian and defender. Talana slowly opened the scarlet kimono revealing the splendor of her feminine treasures allowing it to drift slowly to the floor to join the ever faithful obi.
Again, my jaw dropped to my chest as I gasped in amazement at the beautiful woman standing before me. Her eyes smoldered with both the love and the passion, which churned and burned with the raging fires of primal desire mixed with pure carnal lust, seemingly fueled by the urgency of her need to be embraced and bound. It was as if she was shackled eternally to the man sitting before her.
Talana had touched up the carefully painted scarlet heart on her freshly shaven pubic mound with the same lip gloss which adorned the now puffy and almost swollen lips of her beautiful face. I stared in star-crossed admiration at the near perfect vision before me, as if she was the personification of some mythological female deity.
I could not help but think, 'Uncle Bob was and is a fucking IDIOT! This woman is goddess. Now she in mine!' If my incestuous thoughts or actions condemned me to the fires of Hell, then I shall relish in the agony of them for eternity, because I am going to be fucking Talana every day for a very long time.'
