I think the old show Naked City said it best, there's a a million stories. Well here's one for the books. Back in my younger days I was in a rock and roll band, and being the early 70's we played all the hot spots in the Chicagoland area. Having a horn section made it great cause we could do all the Chicago, BS&T kinda stuff and I was very good at copying Keith Emerson of Emerson Lake and Palmer. So anyways, we're doing a gig this one night and the people are really getting into it when I notice this one girl about 5'10 , long black hair, great looking face and body, standing at the edge of the stage just staring at me. We started doing Color My World and as I sang the song ,which I really liked, I looked down at her and she had tears in he eyes, so I walked to the edge of the stage, gently wiped the tears from her cheek and softly kissed her on the forehead.
During the break I was standing at the bar having a Coke when the girl walks up to me and taps me on the shoulder. As I turned to face her she reached up , places both hands on my cheeks and plants a kiss on me that had my toes curling. Her name was Felicia (made up) and she said that I the kindest, gentlest man she had ever met. Now I am 6'1'' ,about 280 with long blonde hair and a full beard. I look more like a mountain man than some greek god but hey if she thinks so, well so be it. We talk for 10 minutes or so till we have to start the last set of the night and she asks if she can stick around until after the band is done. I am not going to look a gift horse in the mouth and she was really starting to get to me, so I agreed.
At the end of the night ,as soon as we finished ,Felicia asked if it would be alright if we went back to her place instead of some other bar and that and she would fix me breakfast. She said she had a pool and Hot Tub and I could relax while she was cooking and this just made me happier that a dog in a butcher shop. A little wimper came out of her mouth when she saw me get on my Harley. Then she turned and walked over to her late model Porche, I knew I was in like Flynn at that point.
I followed her and we pull up to this gated community , the guard at the gate greets her and just gave me a look that could kill as I followed her in. I couldn't believe the house she pulled up in front of, like something out of Dynasty. The place was a regualar playboy mansion , lots of art, statues and marble. She led me to a bathroom in the rear where I could find some trunks to change in to while she slipped into something more comfortable.
I know this is long but you have to hear all of it to believe it, because at the time I was thinking I was in some dream and that I'd wake up in some hospital somewhere...but back to the story. I started undressing figuring to grab a quick shower before jumping in the hot tub. The glass enclosed shower was big enough for 6 people and the 8 shower heads started beating the sweat off me when the door opens and there she stands, Naked and beautiful. She walks over and start kissing me and well you can guess what happened.
After the shower I sat in the hot tub for about a hour sipping some wine and then we had a fantastic breakfast, she was a marvelous cook. Soon she took my hand and led me up the staircase and through a set of double doors. The room was pitch black till she hit the light switch and then is when I got the shock of my life. There on the walls were whips, all kinds of restraints, leather, chains. maskes of all sorts and in the middle of the room was a rack. I kid you not a bonafide meadevile torture rack with some guy shackled to it. He has a leather mask on and is chained hand and ankle to this thing. She turns towards me and opens her red velvet robe and is wearing the wildest dom outfit I ever saw and says to me. Now you will join me and become one of my slaves.
I was shocked but started laughing and told her in no uncertain terms that she was nuttier than a fruit cake if she thought I was going to be anyones slave no matter what. I beat feet down to where my cloths were got dressed as quickly as I could and started for the door. She caught up with me begging me to reconsider and that she really liked me and thought we could have a wonderful relationship. I got on my bike and got out of there as fast as I could.
She continued to show up at places we played for about 6 months. She would leave gifts for me with the bartenders with notes of how she missed me and needed to be with me. I tried returning the stuff to her house but the guard said that she said not to let me in and not to accept anything from me, so I now have a Rolex watch, leather motorcycle jacket, Long leather jacket and 3 different rings with diamonds and different precious stones in them. But I am not or will never be someones slave.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Slave To Love...Not
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