Ashawo Diaries (Tales of Adwoa Attaa) Chapter 34 (18+)

Those who have much to lose, tiptoe in foot wears of society’s deviation, lest they are fried in their acts in its gluttonous mouth. It was a long ride to the destination. I was blindfolded when I was picked and had to sit with it all through the ride. Ntwanu knew I had a job so I felt partly safe although we were not talking much after I started work. I had gotten in touch with Mimi who was very glad to hear from me and wanted us to catch up on old times but had to be careful because I was a wanted woman in Mexico. The silence was scary. I was about to let the driver know I needed to use the bathroom when the car stopped. I was helped out by the very gentle driver who made sure I made my way to my destination safely.
A voice asked me to take off my blindfold and go to the bathroom to change into the army attire. It was more like a bikini. I looked stunning and the heels that matched it looked classy and made me bold. When I re-entered the room, I saw a man who looked important by the way he dressed, looking at me like some sort of prized carving. He came closer, inspected every part of my body including my little me, and turned to take off his golden cufflinks. He was in a white long-sleeved shirt which looked really expensive and what looked like a trouser suit with a texture I found difficult to tell in colour. He wore a cap which almost covered his face. “Make yourself comfortable young lady”. His voice commanded and demanded respect all at once. He had the heavy accent of the American; fast speaking and flawless. I still could sense his need to hide his face. I sat on the very large and comfortable bed, stretching and letting down my guard a bit.
“What do I call you?”
“Lover Viv” I said in confidence.
“I need two things from you, discretion and surprise. What do you say?”
I just didn’t know how to reply this but I managed a “both would be my pleasure” answer. Then he turned, bent down to look into my face making me see his as well, although not entirely. I knew I knew him, one of the most powerful men in the House of Lords. I did know him because he was mostly the voice many respected, if he said a bill won’t be passed into a law and vice versa, so be it. He was not married, looked like a 56 year old but was young for his age. I was trained through my experiences never to show surprise, so my mood and countenance did not change, making him bold enough to take off his cap.
I got up from the bed, chose what seemed like a bat among the many sex tools in the sofa, and ordered him to sit down. He was both amused and surprised but definitely thrilled. He obeyed. Take off your clothes like you’ve met your master. I yelled, deliberately intensifying my accent so as not to be caught from inside my body. I watched as he pretended to shiver, took off his clothes one after the other until he stood naked in front of me. I had learnt some tricks in acting in military style and rocked it. “You’ve been a bad bad boy Billy. I asked you to take off your clothes like you’ve met your master but you acted like my boss. Turn for your punishment. He knelt down beside the bed, his naked bottom right in my face. I hit him once, not with force, and he flinched a little but I could sense his pleasure, continued to hit him harder until he ejaculated.
I asked him to get up, stand on one leg for a while as I gave him a blow job. The instructions were not to make the mistake of making the other leg touch the floor and cuming before I told him to. His hands in the air, he murmured “Your wish, my command”. I knelt, first licked his balls, he started shivering, then took the whole balls in my mouth and watched him pleased and desperate to obey me. It was really relieving. When I took his hood which stood erect in the man world, he started swaying from side to side. From deep throat sucking to playing with his stem, then his tip, he was mesmerized, coming into my mouth even before I was done.
Because he failed at one of the instructions, I stopped, picked one of the vibrators, lubricated it and shoved it in his rear. He laid on the bed, shivering in pleasure but sobbing like a baby, pleading with me in the process, as I sat there looking at him. A master turned servant in the bedroom far far away. “Women are tools in themselves” I thought. For three minutes, I watched as he held the vibrator which worked on his ass and felt good about myself. I felt in charge and told myself I was one of the strongest people in the world. Why? Because one of the strongest people in this world kowtowed to me. I took over the vibrator, roughly shoved it in and out as he whimpered, removed it abruptly and started smacking his buttocks. It looked like roasted beef by the time I was through with it.
His shouting could be heard miles away if the room was not sound proof. I ordered him to do thirty press ups without a break and he obeyed. I could see he was very tired after the eleventh one so asked him to stop. I went into the bathroom, fetched some heated water, picked a towel and asked him to lie on the bed. I tended to his buttocks, then cuddled with him beside me and started a passionate lovemaking process. I kissed him, caressed him, but by the time I was ready to be worked on, sleep had knocked him out. So I held him in my embrace and slept. I woke up after 6am.
He was watching me, in reverence. I sensed something more, like he wanting me to be closer from then on. I kissed his forehead and told him I had to go.
“I will give you 50, 000 dollars every month if you stay as mine and mine only.” I was shocked but did not show it, I got up from the bed. “I would get you a luxurious place to stay, with everything thing you can possibly need, Lover Viv, please think about it”. I still did not know what to say but after a while, I turned then asked “Can I see other people?” a big fat “NO” was the answer. I told him I’d think about it, went to the bathroom, freshened up, took a cheque four times the promised amount and was seen out. The driver was given specific instructions that shocked him. He opened the door for me without suggesting a blindfold and drove me home in silence. I did meet Ntwanu sitting in the hall, looking into space. I greeted and made to go to the bedroom when I heard “How was it?”
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 2018
Photo Credit: Google Pics

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