Bisexual Awakenings: The Journal of Bleu_Light_Special

I pass now through the far doorway and on into the bathroom...and the illusion is complete. Liza has filled the room with flickering candlelight, I see...scents of jasmine and sandalwood fill the air. Here a garden tub, blue-tiled as the sea, dominates the outer wall. Already the fragrant, swirling water calls to me, beckoning me to immerse myself in its welcome care.

She waits.

Then, heavy lidded the young woman approaches and begins to disrobe me. Surprised, I still her hands. "I can do this myself, Liza," I assure her. But she is not to be denied.

"But Miss. This is my job," she replies, her voice soft and insinuating. "The Mistress will be angry with me if I shirk my duties." Again she smiles, a winsome look that pleads for understanding.

"Alright then, if you must. But I'll talk to your Mistress and ask if I may spare you this task for the remainder of my stay. Would that be alright?" I question.

She looks disappointed, but she nods in acquiescence. "As you wish, Miss," she replies, fingering my belt. "Your bodice, Miss, it's missing all it's buttons. If you have them I'll be pleased to sew them back on for you," she offers.

My buttons. I haven't seen them since his knife sliced them from my breast on that forlorn strip of desert. He didn't seem to mind littering the dunes with them, I reflect darkly.

"They're gone, Lisa. I no longer have them, but I do have a question."

"Anything, Miss," she replies, her hands lifting my one and only garment over my head. "It's my place to make you as content as possible during your stay at El Capitan.

" El Capitan...?" I ask. "Is that what this place is called? Why is it named that?"

"Why, Miss? This hacienda is called "Remordimiento del Capitan"..."Captain's Remorse". It's very old. Some parts date back to the time of the Conquistadores. It has been named that for centuries, but most people simply call it 'El Capitan' now."

Her eyes, so warm and golden, now take in my naked form, searching for a sign...any sign of offense. She passes her tongue along her lips, her fingers caressing the fabric of my dress in her hands. "But, you had a question, Miss? If I may be of service to you, please let me know. Your pleasure is my fondest wish."

I pause. How do I ask this without raising suspicion? Finally I plunge headlong, hoping not to give vent to my fears. "That man, the one who brought me here...who is he?" I ask, controlling the quiver in my tone.

Her lips become taut now, and I see the same fear grow in her eyes as well. "He is named Carlos...Carl, but sometimes also 'El Toro' when he can't hear...because of his exceptional size, Miss"

I nod in understanding.

"And what does he do here?" I ask, hoping that he has no position of authority in this place. "What part does he play in this household?"

Vehemently she shakes her head. "None," she spits. "He is a servant, just as I am. It is his place to drive the cars, to keep them well serviced and run errands for the Mistress, nothing more. He is a chauffeur to a woman who never goes anywhere, never leaves her hacienda...a truly useless position! Why do you ask?"

I ignore her question and step toward the tub. Here Liza moves quickly, hurrying to take my hand, pressing it to her bare breast and steadying me as I step into the swirling water. "Would you like me to wash your body. Miss?" she asks hopefully. "Perhaps a warm massage would sooth your nerves after such a long journey?"

I shake my head. "No," I reply. "I'm used to bathing myself. I think I can manage," I laugh. "You must have other things that demand your time."

"Oh no, Miss," she contradicts quickly. "May I wash your back for you at least before I go?"

I've come to the conclusion that I must give in at some point, or this young woman will never leave me, and so I nod. "That would be wonderful, Liza. Please...just my back, and then I'm fine on my own, alright?"

Smiling, she strips off her pantaloons and takes a place behind me on the edge of the tub, her thighs bracketing my shoulders between them as she pours a warm, slippery pool of liquid soap into her palms. This is more than I had bargained for, and I start to protest. But then her fingers begin their magic along the back of my neck... the curve of my spine, and I'm rendered speechless.

She grasps me between her thighs, holding me like a lover, and I smell the fragrant oils with which she has anointed her intimate furrows. My mind begins to wander, to drift with the passage of her hands on my flesh. So soft, so soothing.

She draws me back against her now, my head pressed against the softness of her belly, my neck curled against her smooth and shaven sex. Once more she fills her palms, but this time she begins to lather my breasts, circling each rounded orb, caressing each nipple until they harden like tiny pink rosebuds beneath her touch.

I sigh. This feels so good...so good...

Again she fills her palms, but this time she reaches deeper...deeper beneath the waterline, between my warm and waiting thighs. I feel her gentle breath in my hair, her soft hands probing my body...

And then the voice of my hostess intercedes.

"That will be all for now, Liza. Perhaps another time," she offers my erotic handmaiden.

Liza rises, her disappointment obvious, but she obeys. She is nothing if not an obedient servant. Then, taking my dress in one hand and her discarded pantaloons in the other, she walks naked from the room and vanishes beyond our view.

"She's taken a liking to you, I see," Amora smiles. "That's good. Liza is a lovely child...giving and sensuous. I was afraid she would be jealous."

She turns her attention to me now, her eyes alight with the vision of my pale flesh in the candlelight. "You've relaxed," she observes. "The tension has gone from your eyes. Perhaps a soothing massage will put your day to rest?"

She smiles again, and taking a heavy white towel from a nearby warming rack, she gestures for me to rise and display my pale and dripping body before her in the candlelight.

"You're more beautiful than I thought, "she whispers. "You seem surprised! Hasn't anyone ever told you that before?"

I hang my head in embarrassment. I've never known how to take compliments. There have been so few in my limited world.

"Well, we'll have to remedy that, my innocent one. In my care you'll blossom. Do you believe that?"

I nod, more to placate Amora than anything, but somehow I believe her. She wraps me in the warm towel, running its stubby surface against my pink and molten skin.

She is clothed now in a thin sheath, something filmy and feminine that does nothing to hide the muted form of her body beneath. Again her perfection shames me in comparison.

"Do you like what you see, Little One?" she asks, releasing the shoulder-ties and dropping the flimsy barrier that separates us. "Would you like to touch me? Or, is it too soon?"

I see now how totally exquisite she really is. If I had been impressed by her perfection before, I am fully in awe of it now. Her breasts are full, heavy and voluptuous, but upright and proud...her nipples large and the color of dusky rose against her golden skin. Her body tapers smoothly into one of the tiniest waists I have ever seen, small enough for a man to span it with his bare hands. It would seem that her hips should be narrow then as well, but not so. Here again she excels with a womanly curve that excites and entices...that frames her smooth and shaven mound.

Oh, how I want to touch her! But I can't, not yet. I'm not ready, and I know it.

She smiles a knowing smile and leads me past the sitting room and back into the boudoir. Then, flipping the coverlet back, she lays me face down upon the smooth cotton sheeting. My eyes widen. My purse, I notice, has materialized beside the bed. Has Carl been here? Was he nearby while I dallied in my bath? I choose not to think of that now...not now.

Amora settles herself beside me on the firm, padded mattress, her fingers exploring the slow curve of my buttocks. "You're like a China doll," she says in hushed tones. "So fair and perfect...so flawless. You would mark easily should our tastes run toward leather and restraints. We'll have to be careful."

Leather and restraints! And then I remember. We met in the "Bondage Room". That I would have a taste for leather and restraints would be an obvious conclusion for her. Again the rashness of my actions this night flashes through my mind.

"Raise your arms, Little One, and relax. You have nothing to worry about," she says as though reading my mind. "We'll take things one step at a time. You are my treasure. Why would I wish to harm one such as you?"

And with that she leans forward and raises my arms high above my head, her hard nipples grazing my back. "For now this is enough," she whispers in my ear. "Take them in your hands, Sweetness...grip them firmly while I relax your tired body."

Grip them? What is she talking about? And then I know, for there beneath my palms, inset into the massive posts of my bed are heavy iron rings, the purpose of which I dare not wonder. I shiver...in fear or anticipation?

And then I feel her hands, so smooth and comforting, stroking the length of my back. The smell of almond oil wafts through the air and I lower my head to the soft downy pillow, luxuriating in the sensations that engulf me. Gently she touches me, her slick palms gliding seamlessly along my spine, curling against my waist, cupping my backside. I feel her knee between my thighs, and I understand her unspoken request, parting them for her pleasure and mine.

Immediately I feel her long, slender finger sliding smoothly between my buttocks, massaging the untried portal that puckers beneath her touch. She presses inward, and in an instant she penetrates my narrow, unyielding ring of muscle. Startled, I gasp.

She laughs, a low tinkle that brushes against my ears. "So tight! You've never had a man...here, have you?" She questions. "It would be interesting to watch you the first time...interesting to see the expression on your face as he thrusts deep inside your tiny passage. Would you try to resist, or would you beg for more. I wonder?"

Again she presses her unerring digit forward, deeper as she feels me squirm below, and then abruptly she withdraws. "Rest easy, Little One...no more for now. We have so many pleasures to share with one another," she sighs, "And we have all the time in the world."

Then, turning me onto my back, she once more oils her palms and begins to stroke my pale, glowing flesh. "Grasp the rings once more, my Sweet. Pretend that you are bound to them...that you are at my mercy. Pretend that your body is mine to do with as I wish. It's a most erotic frame of mind, don't you think?"

I try to smile, but I'm nervous. Will I someday be bound in earnest? Will I enjoy it then, I wonder?

But, I do as my Amora has directed, and once more I feel the cool iron of the rings in my grasp. They offer solidity now...security...something to waylay my awkwardness. This time my Goddess raises her leg and begins to straddle my pelvis, her shaven mound pressed intimately against my own.

She's wet. Even through my thin covering of pubic hair I can feel her juices blending with mine...a fact that seems apparent to her as well, and pleases her immensely.

"So quickly you learn, Little One...how quick to respond. The days ahead will be filled with endless pleasure for both of us, I think." And then, as before, she anoints my body with the fragrant oil, this time massaging it into my nipples, swirling it around my breasts until my eyes close and my hands loosen on the rings above me.

I feel her shift then, laying her body atop my own, covering me with her flesh as she presses her lips to mine.

A kiss...from a woman.

Should I be repulsed? Should I? But somehow I can't find it in myself to deny her even this small intimacy as I feel her tongue probing the yearning opening before her. Slowly it curls, like a living thing, like something with a mind of its own deep within my mouth...and I feel myself responding. She's good...so good. She tastes of chocolate and passion, sweetness and sin, and I fall immediately under her spell.

I feel her shift again, sliding her hand lower, between our bodies, foraging insistently within the moist union we have so recently formed. Her fingers probe, swirl, and my lips part in astonishment. She's so unerring, so precise. She knows how to touch me, and where. Perhaps it does indeed take a woman to know how to lead another woman to the pinnacle. Could it be?

She continues, her hand drawing me out, driving me maddeningly toward the inevitable, but then she pauses.

Oh, please I scream silently. Don't stop...not now! But she does, and I feel her stretching, reaching toward the nightstand. The drawer whispers on will-oiled tracks and she holds something before me...something I've never seen before.

It's long, this thing, shaped like the penis of a man but larger. A dildo...a toy, but unlike any I have ever seen. This one is thick, perhaps 2 inches across, and has two heads, one at each end, both of them huge and formidable. It is translucent, and the candlelight filters through it like delicate fingers, but it is the extreme proportions of this monster that overwhelm me the most. It must be all of seventeen inches from one massive end to the other!

My eyes open wide, and my lover smiles once more. Wordlessly she draws her tongue against the glistening surface of this weapon, wetting it as she raises her hips above my own. Then, sensuously she closes her eyes, and in a single, fluid motion she imbeds one end into her own moist flesh, deep into her own vagina as I watch in amazement.

Here she pauses, slipping it in and out of her body as her juices flow between us. She sighs, a long, drawn-out sound as it penetrates her again and again... and then I feel her hands upon me once more.

Leaving this massive totem in place, she parts me, much as she did by the pool, watching with pleasure as my milky fluid oozes before her heated gaze. Again her wandering finger finds my core and she strokes the center of my passion, bringing me to the edge of nirvana. But now the script changes, the plot thickens as I watch her rub my juices on the unused portion of her appendage, the silhouette of which makes her sex appear similar to that of a man.

She captures my eyes, and with a quick thrust of her hips she impales me, deeply, with the weapon she bears between her thighs. I gasp...I squirm. Have I ever felt this full before...this tight? It's as though Jesse and his diminutive tool never existed.

We are joined now, body to body, sex to sex, fused by a two-headed monster that batters repeatedly within me. My hands loosen their grip, but she lies atop me once more and replaces them at their posts. "Hold tightly, Sweet One...hold fast," she whispers heatedly...and again she thrusts...harder this time.

Our bodies now begin to adopt a tempo, an erotic dance of liquid and fire. My flesh warms and I begin to respond, meeting her thrusts with ones of my own, welcoming the growing tension that this moment...this woman has to offer.

The friction between us builds, and just when I'm sure I can't stand another moment...another penetrating moment...she reaches between us and touches the spot that sends me into oblivion. I cry out in the night, my body wracked and trembling with an unquenchable urgency beyond anything I've even known.

She's like a demon now, hips thrusting, body lunging until, with a final feral cry she collapses atop me, her gasps ruffling my hair, her heart pounding against my breast.

Long moments we lay this way, until, finally her renewed strength allows her to roll to one side and slip her rigid tool from my weary flesh and hers. Dreamily she gazes at its surface, a white froth coating either end, no longer the pristine sculpture of moments before.

With pleasure she parts her lips, and runs her tongue along the shaft that so recently filled my intimate canal, licking with satisfaction until, with a final motion she pops the knob deep into her throat and sucks the remainder of my juices into her eager mouth. Then, turning it around, she takes her finger and slides it upward along the glistening surface, coating it with her own cream and bearing it toward my lips.

"Lick," she directs. "I want you to know what it's like...what I taste like."

She presses the slippery digit to my mouth, trailing the milky offering until, like a child trying some new cuisine, I extend my tongue and sample her wares. I am prepared to dislike it instantly, to tolerate it for her sake and hide my feelings as I have for Jesse and the chauffeur...but I find that this time I don't have to. If my flavor is sweet, then hers is like a fine wine, clean with a wildness that reflects her spirit and elan, something that could be bottled by only the finest vineyards.

She sees my pleasure and it brings her great joy. "Let me hold you, Little One," she says, dropping the toy between us. "Lie here in my arms, in my embrace until the morning sun warms us with its rays and the gulls are chasing their dreams far out at sea, and then I'll show you the hacienda and tell you the tales of El Capitan."

And so we drift off together. Another day passes... and a new life begins.

Chapter 5

Day has dawned clear and brilliant over the waking sea. I feel my lover's arms about me yet, as they have been the long night through, as they will be for many nights to come. She stirs, and I feel her fingers trail over my breast once more. "It's late," she says, "We've slept the morning away. You must be starving. I know I am."

She places a tiny kiss along my collarbone, then rises to greet the warm rays that creep into our chamber. My body still tingles from her love-making of the night before, and I find myself wishing that it was last night once again. But, there is a time for everything, Amora assures me, and we have all the time in the world.

Resignedly, I rise as well and don a thin silk wraparound with a sinfully low neckline that has been laid out on my nightstand for my use, tying it securely about my waist. Has Liza been here in the night, I wonder? Who else would have been so thoughtful with my morning apparel?

For Amora, there is a filmy, white confection, a sarong of sorts, clasped high on one shoulder by a massive brooch of turquoise and silver, leaving her left breast with its understated, silver nipple ring gloriously exposed.

I see now that we have indeed had company, for out on the terrace a feast of Belgian waffles, still warm and toasty, and an array of fresh fruit with whipped cream awaits. The smell of fresh-ground coffee assails my nostrils, and I find myself at once ravenous and hungering.

Our breakfast nook overlooks the white sand beach and the shifting breakers beyond. The breeze is brisk today, but warm, and it swirls sensuously beneath the flap of my dressing gown, caressing my naked flesh in its passing.

And then I remember. Today I learn the secrets of El Capitan! Today the shrouds of mystery drop away and all becomes clear. I pluck a ripe strawberry from the basket and listen anxiously for the tale to begin.

Amora, on the other hand, refuses to be rushed. With some sort of perverse delight she sips her coffee and gazes out at the whitecaps, prolonging my impatience until I can stand it no longer.

"You said you'd tell me today," I remind her timorously. "About the hacienda...don't you remember?"

Silently I watch as the very corner of her lip curls upward. She's toying with me, I think. She has a captive audience for her tale, and she knows it. Then finally, abandoning her little game, she turns and runs her hand along my thigh beneath my clothing.

"Parts of this place are very old," she begins, "With something of an infamous past. It would take long to tell, but even a beginning is something, don't you think?"