Chapter 1 - CURIOSITY TRAVEL
He jumped off the bus at the supermarket, and walked the last bit, out of the little sleepy unknown town, along the peaceful country road as he had been told. It was a bright and chilly morning in September and after walking around a mile or two without having seen or met a living soul, he saw the farmhouse, or more a mansion-like building in a hardwood grove on the left side of the road, just as described.
Standing in front of the house he hesitated while there were a couple of entrances to choose between. He heard a sound behind him and when looking over his shoulder he saw a black woman coming out from the barn.
“Hi”, she said.
“Hello… are you Elaine?”, he answered stumbling at the same time blushing.
“No, I’m Maria. You must be Michael… Elaine is inside, I’ll show you, come.”
She was tall and big but moved smoothly. Breasts of significant dimensions were bulging under her worn leather coat. Knitted gloves covered large hands when she pointed at the house.
How come she knew that he was coming here today? He wondered who she was. A neighbour… or a friend? Close apparently, as Elaine had told her about his arrival.
Maria accompanied him to one of the minor entrances, then further through a vestibule and finally opened a door to a big kitchen where a woman was busy cooking at the stove. She turned around and gave him a big smile, but did not leave the stove.
“Welcome Michael, how nice to see you! I hope the trip went well?”
“Ah, yes…”, he nodded while grasping for words. Her appearance made him almost stunned. First of all, he didn’t know she was Black; he had just assumed she was Caucasian. It didn’t change anything, or mattered, he was just astonished. Second; she was tall, probably taller than him with broad shoulders, voluminous arms and legs and enormously big breasts, floating high, threatening to break through a blue thin sweater sculpturing her impressing massive upper body. Her hips were, relatively, kind of narrow, and her giant buttocks could make anybody breathless… she was like a Goddess.
For a moment he got scared. What was he up to, what had he let himself in to? To be honest, he had no idea at all who she was. And who was Maria? What resistance could he make if things went ruff… against her, against them both? He had got in contact with Elaine on a chat only a fortnight ago. They had started to talk about soft stuff. Michael had told her about his fetish and she had responded that she shared his love for sweaters and similar. They had also slipped into talking about sensual expressions. He had let her know about his submissive thoughts and she him about the opposite, her more dominant side which she would like to explore if the right occasion appeared. Their brains had connected rapidly, ending up with an invitation from her to him to come for a visit, stay a weekend, to enjoy conversation and socialize. And he said yes, accepted instantly. And here he was, and suddenly a bit scared by second thoughts. But now it was too late, he had to face the situation, trust his intuition, see what would come to happen and deal with it accordingly.
He was disturbed in his considerations by Elaine who asked them both to sit down for a cup of tea. Michael sat opposite to Maria, now without her coat, and in spite of Elaine’s aura, he could barely take his eyes from Maria’s gigantic chest, more or less the same size as Elaine’s, swaying in front of him, covered by thick fuzzy grey mohair, like a waterfall over her wonderful brave breasts. He was interrupted though, in his not trying to stare at Maria, when Elaine from behind served him his tea and her heavy bosom smoothly rubbed his cheek and neck when she leant over him. It was totally electrifying and the emotion of her soft scent and touch made him start trembling.
Maria didn’t stay long. She excused herself; swept the coat over her broad fuzzy shoulders and left, saying she didn’t want to disturb the two in whatever they were up to. Now, they were alone. Elaine laid her hand on Michael’s shoulder and suggested they should move to the sitting room.
“It’s really nice to see you Michael, but you seem a little bit uncertain or perhaps scared of the situation?”, she asked, sitting opposite him in one the two comfortable sofas, with a low black oak table between.
“Both yes and no”, Michael admitted. “Your physics and charisma are really impressive, but at the same time I have no idea what this might end up into. I feel a bit shy, you are quite right, I’m uncertain how to handle the situation, and what’s expected from me, what I am supposed to do…”
“When you and I talked about soft stuff we both agreed that we loved it, and that is for me very true, I can’t live without my knitted sweaters and stuff, they are a must in my sensual universe”, Elaine replied and continued, “And when it comes to whom the power belongs, you correspond to all I had in mind and wished for, Michael. Just stay cool, you mustn’t do anything at all, things will work out fine. Tell me, do you feel attracted to me?”
Michael nodded, “Yes, very much, Elaine.”
“Good”, she smiled kindly, “And I feel attracted to you, Michael. Isn’t that all we need right now? And one important thing, you can always trust on me, I will never let you down. Please, wait here, I’ll be back in a minute.”
She left him and went upstairs. Michael watched her powerful back and legs and her bushy black hair from behind.
The silence was broken by clattering heels when Elaine came down the stairs again. She stopped on the bottom step and let Michael get a good look. Blue was changed to blue. Instead of the thin light blue woollen sweater Elaine was now dressed in marine blue mohair. Unbelievable and fabulous, thick and fuzzy with a huge double folded turtleneck up to her brown chin. A wide elastic waist belt sculptured her body hourglass like and made her gigantic breasts look even bigger as they swayed high in front of her when she moved. The sweater was extra-long, covering her hips and buttocks, down to the middle of her muscular thighs. Her legs were encapsulated in black woollen tights and the dimension of her curvy calves probably oversized Michael’s thighs. Shoes with three-four inches heels made her tall and celestial. Michael was stunned by her gorgeousness, he felt lust and excitement, but also indefinable fear… Fear for the powerful amazon approaching him… fear for the unknown sensual travel he had embarked.
As if she had read his mind Elaine spoke: “Dear Michael, the choice is now yours, and don’t be afraid, I am a tender and friendly soul.”
She took the last step down, went across the room to the music player on the TV-bench and turned it on. “Please come”, she suggested and opened her arms, “I want to dance with you.”
She embraced him tenderly; accompanied to the soft music she let him sink into her fuzzy big arms. She was at least five inch taller so his head came to rest on her shoulder with his nose embedded in the thick turtleneck. Due to her voluminous breasts his arms barely reached around her broad back.
“Michael, I like you very much, I think I could come to seriously love you and that would be wonderful. There is only one But. I will not take you… force you in any way. If you like me, want me… you have to submit, give yourself up, and leave you over to me. But when you do, your power will be mine, and so will you. You will become mine, totally. Would you like that, Michael? Would you like to surrender to me, get all my love, in my way, on my conditions?”
He looked up at her, listened to her proposal, realised that he was on his way to lose control, but could not, and wanted not, resist her wish. He instinctively knew that he didn’t want anything else but stay by her, what so ever.
Elaine stopped dancing and looked down at him. “Michael, if you want me, if you want me to love you… then kiss me, seal our love game with a kiss. But beware, that when you do – you also sign the contract, give yourself up and become mine. Would you like that?”
Michael considered Elaine’s demand, felt the sensual heat from her and his own heat from inside. She was the woman of his dreams, although he didn’t know for sure what exactly it would implicate. He looked into her eyes, stretched upwards and nodded yes. Elaine put her big arm around his neck and pulled him close, bowed her head down and approached him with her mellow lips. Michael closed his eyes as their tongues touched... His whole body trembled with emotion when he kissed her deep and long, securely wrapped in her strong arms.
“Oh my God…” Elaine looked at him. “Dear, you make me so happy coming into my world, it will be wonderful. There is only one thing more right now...” Please take all your clothes off. I want you naked, Michael.”
He slowly did as told and soon he stood there, naked in front of her. She inspected him and smiled, took one step forward and put his arms along his sides and hugged him smoothly. He almost disappeared squeezed in her powerful soft mohair embracement. Elaine looked at him lovingly and whispered: “And now… You must make a true physical effort to avoid me taking over, it’s important to me… to see if you manage or not. It’s important for me to know if you are strong enough to break out of my hold, or not… if you really, really try. Will you promise to do your absolutely best to free yourself?”
“Yes, of course”, Michael answered a bit puzzled over her request, “but will you let me out of your arms first, or?”
She shook her head gravely: “No, I will not. I don’t intend to let you anywhere. You see, it’s now or never, your very last opportunity to get rid of me before I enclose you into my dreams and fantasies. Try to break out, try to free yourself… now or never.”
Michael took a deep breath, counted silent to three, and there after tried to break out from her firm grip around his trapped arms and waist, but with poor result. His arms remained tightly clasped along his sides. He made another attempt, more or less in desperation, with all the power he possibly could muster but her hold was like steel, and she tightened it even more. Helplessly caught in her bear hug he begged intermittently: “Please, I can’t… I can’t get out, it hurts, please…”
“Mmm… Darling”, she mumbled, “it is fine, it is great that you can’t… great. I love helplessness… I love when you are completely helpless in my hands, it is incredibly sexy.”
Where after she, without loosening the grip, lifted Michael up and carried him across the room to the big sofa. Lost in her devastating hug he could do nothing but flounder with his feet. She sat down and twirled him quickly around, trapped his legs between her huge thighs and twisted his free arm on his back so he couldn’t move or get anywhere. His bare buttocks shone white as he lay on his stomach on her marine blue mohair covered lap, embarrassed and immobilized.
“Michael, you must understand how important it is for you to realize that you really are mine. You must understand that I am far, far stronger than you, totally superior you, and the one who set up the rules. I can and I will humiliate you, for you to know exactly that, for you to know for the future what will happen if you don’t obey my wishes and demands.”
And then, without warning, she slapped him hard on his bare buttocks which made him yell of surprise and pain. “Did it hurt?” she asked and he nodded intensively: “Yes… yes!” She slapped him once more, even harder, and he squirmed to get away but there was no way away. “Please, Elaine… please”, he begged.
But she continued, spanked him systematically without clemency until he cried like a baby, knowing it was true, the pain was no game, understanding that he was hers and she was prepared to hurt him badly if he didn’t behave, or just because she felt for it.
When finished she took the snivelling Michael in her arms, wiped tears from his cheek, caressed him tenderly: “Dear, this will be just fine. You will from now on become my man, my boy, my child… and I will take care of you all.”
