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Magda
by ndi Pattersen
I met Magda at a sex club in Amsterdam in the
summer of 1976. I was fourteen. My family was in
Europe on an extended vacation/business trip. My
father was in Brussels for a business conference
that was scheduled to last at least a month, and we
decided to join him and have a European vacation.
I was excited about it, mainly because of the
stories my babysitter, Diane, had told me. She
spent two summers in Europe, and it was exciting to
hear about the places and the people she had
visited and met. But what I was really interested
in was Diane's sexual adventures. I got the
impression from Diane that most of Europe was far
less repressive about sex in general than the US
was. I was very eager to see for myself.
My mother's parents are Dutch, and I have a
Dutch uncle (Well, he is my great-uncle, my
grandmother's brother) who lived in Amsterdam until
he died in 1992. While my father did his business
meetings in Brussels, My mother, my brother, and I
took a train to Amsterdam to visit Uncle Jan
(pronounced "yawn"). Uncle Jan was a retired
professor of mathematics, and somewhat of a local
hero...he had been active in the Dutch resistance
during WWII. He received the Dutch equivalent of
the US Medal of Honor. I had never met him before.
I really liked him. He taught me how to play chess
that summer.
Anyway, my mother stayed with us for a week in
Amsterdam, and then took the train back to Belgium,
leaving my brother and I with Uncle Jan. It was
only an hour and half by train, and she came back
several times, over the course of our vacation,
kind of commuting between Brussels and Amsterdam.
Before my mother went back to Brussels, Uncle
Jan took us on a tour of Amsterdam. We took cabs
and busses, and it was very fun. But I wanted to
see Amsterdam's most famous (infamous?) attraction:
The red light district. Amsterdam's red light
district was (and still is, in my humble opinion)
the porn capitol of Europe. Diane raved about it,
telling me about the massage parlors and the
brothels where the women (and men!) would sit on
display in big storefront windows, and the
pornographic film theaters, where nothing was
censored. But what I really wanted to see were the
sex clubs. Diane told me about them: They were
places where you paid a fee to "join" the club and
then you could have sex with any other member of
the club, or with the staff of the club.
I had to stifle my curiosity, though. My
mother and my brother were really into seeing the
dikes and the windmills and the tulip gardens, and
all the touristy stuff.
I was aroused all the time, thinking constantly
about the sex clubs, and what would sex with a
strange adult would be like, because I was
determined to find out. I was frustrated though,
because I could never seem to get away from my
family to go exploring on my own. We would get
back from where ever we had been sightseeing, and I
would go upstairs to my room, and masturbate, and
fantasize about having sex with an adult. I do not
count Diane as an adult; she was may babysitter,
once upon a time, and always will be my friend.
It did not help that I had forgot to pack my
vibrator. One day, in frustration, I begged off a
trip to the university, and rode my uncle's ten-
speed to a drug store, because I wanted to get a
vibrator plus get some condoms -- you know, be
prepared. Diane said that vibrators and dildos
were sold openly in most drug stores in Holland,
and I was surprised to discover she was quite
right.
I was rather embarrassed when I put a vibrator
and two packets of condoms on the counter. The
clerk was a teen-ager not much older than me. She
put them in a bag, and rung them up on the
register. I was about to leave, when she reached
out and grabbed my shoulder, and stopped me. I do
not speak Dutch, and she did not speak English or
Spanish (my only other language), but she made me
understand that I had to wait. I stopped, and she
ran towards the back of the store, and I wondered
what was happening -- was I going to be age-
checked? Would they call the police if they found
out I was only fourteen? She came back just a few
seconds later, with something in her hand. I could
not see what it was at first, but she had a smile
on her face, and she was laughing. She opened my
bag, and I saw what it was as she dropped it
inside: a package of batteries for the vibrator.
I must have turned scarlet because she stopped
laughing, smiled gently, and patted my cheek. I
dug into my pocket for some more guilders, but she
just smiled and shook her head, and touched my
cheek again. I left the drugstore, and when I got
back to my uncle's, I climbed into bed, inserted
the vibrator into my vagina, and masturbated for an
hour, and fell asleep, and did not wake until I
heard the cab deposit my uncle and brother in
front of the house.
My mother stayed for about a week, and then
went back to Brussels. I finally got my chance to
go to the red light district two days after she
left. Uncle Jan wanted to take us out on the Zuider
Zee, which is the very southern tip of the North
Sea. He wanted to take us to Harlingen, which is
about 75 miles north of Amsterdam, across the
Zuider Zee. It was going to be a three day trip,
about ten hours on his sloop each way, and one day
in Harlingen to visit some of his friends. I
pretended to be ill again, and my Uncle almost
cancelled the trip, but I convinced him I would be
fine, and that mother could be here in less than
two hours if I got really sick. So Brian and Uncle
Jan set sail for Harlingen, and I set sail for the
red light district.
I hopped onto my uncle's ten-speed after Uncle
Jan and Brian left for the private docks in a cab.
I gave them about an hour head start, because the
red light district is just off the waterfront, and
I did not want to risk running into them.
Amsterdam is quite warm in the summer, so I was
wearing short shorts and a sleeveless blouse. I
was wearing my hair fairly long that summer, and I
had it tied up and back with a long piece of red
ribbon.
I cycled down to the waterfront, and then past
it to where the red light district began. It was
just after noon, and the place was crowded. The
sidewalks were full of people, and the streets were
full of cabs. I got off the bike and pushed it
beside me.
Diane had described the sex clubs she had been
to, so I had a good idea of what I was looking for
-- a residential-looking house among all the
businesses. It was not long before I saw one. I
kept going, and pretty soon I could spot them
easily.
By mid-afternoon, I decided I was ready. I
deposited my uncle's bicycle at a cycle locker, and
walked purposefully, if a bit trepidatiously,
towards a sex club.
The street was very noisy and bright, but the
minute the door closed behind me, it was quiet and
dark. There were people, young and old, men and
women, sitting at card tables or on sofas, or just
standing in small groups, talking and laughing.
There was a kind of desk-alcove with a very pretty
young woman sitting in it. She was watching me
when I noticed her, and looked at me a bit
quizzically, but I walked over and started digging
in my pockets for money. I held out a fistful of
ten guilder notes.
She lost the quizzical look, though she still
watched me with some interest. She peeled off
several notes and handed the rest back to me. I
tucked the notes back into my pocket, took a deep
breath, and then walked into the middle of the
room.
I was scared, excited, aroused, and curious,
all at the same time. I remember people watching
me and I remember several men getting up and
starting towards me, but who were pulled back by
the women they were talking to. I was not
particularly interested in having sex with a man,
though I was not against the idea. I just stood
there, waiting to see what would happen.
I felt somebody come up behind me, and I
turned, and it was a woman. She was much older
than me, probably in her late thirties. She was
about two inches taller than my 5' 6" and I had to
look up into her eyes, which were regarding me with
more than just curiosity. I could feel her heat,
and her desire was almost a palpable thing. I felt
something give way inside of me. She took me by
the hand, and led me over to an unoccupied couch
against the far wall. It was fairly dark,
illuminated by only a single shaded lamp.
We sat down, and immediately I felt her hands
on me, caressing my breasts through my blouse. I
was startled, but she leaned over and took my mouth
with hers, and kissed me. Her breath was sweet,
and she tasted like cinnamon. I tried to ignore
all the other people, but it was difficult. I shut
my eyes, and concentrated on this woman. I was
beginning to relax a little, but I was still rather
tense. I felt a little better when she took her
hand from my breasts and reached over my head and
turned the lamp off. When she returned her hand to
my chest, she unbuttoned two buttons of my blouse,
and slipped her hand inside. I was wearing a bra,
but she just cupped my breasts through the bra, and
squeezed them. I was becoming decidedly more
aroused, even though I was still nervous about
being in a room full of strange people, even though
it was dark, and nobody seemed to be paying any
special attention to us.
She slipped her tongue into my mouth, and I
eagerly accepted it. She let me suck on it, and I
liked the way she tasted. I felt her withdraw her
hand from inside my blouse, and then slide it down
my stomach to my thighs. She caressed my thighs,
rubbing her palm against them. She eased my legs
apart, and began to lightly run her hands along the
fly of my shorts. I liked it. I was beginning to
relax, but then I felt her unbutton the top button
of my shorts, and this made me nervous again.
Well, not nervous, but more self-conscious. She
must have sensed this because she brought her hand
back to my breasts, and began to caress them again.
I relaxed, and she continued kissing me, and
fondling my breasts for what seemed like a long
time.
When she finally took her mouth from mine, she
looked me in the eyes for a moment, and then
motioned with her head towards a stairway a few
feet away. I nodded. Time for the real sex. She
got up, and made some kind of hand signal towards
the desk, and then reached down with both hands and
pulled me to my feet. She smiled all of a sudden,
and I smiled back. I felt wonderful inside. My
nipples were tingling, and I just wanted her to
touch me again.
She started up the stairs, holding my hand, and
I followed behind her. On the way up, I realized I
did not even know her name, and she did not know
mine. I watched her hips swaying as we climbed.
We reached a landing, and she stopped, and turned
towards me and drew me to her. I felt her hands
slide down my back and grasp the cheeks of my ass,
and she thrust her pelvis against me. I melted
against her, and she found my mouth again with
hers, and kissed me long and hard.
She broke the kiss and continued up the next
flight. We reached the second floor landing, and
stepped through a door to a softly lit hallway.
There were four doors, two on each side of the
hallway. It looked like a normal hallway in any
large house, with a couple of chairs and side
tables, pictures hanging on the walls, and a full
bookcase at the opposite end. She took me to the
last door on the left, and we went inside.
It was her bedroom, apparently. It had a wooden
floor, with several large rugs scattered here and
there. It was a big room, with a loveseat, and two
wingback chairs with a low coffee table between
them. There was a plain wooden chair opposite the
loveseat. A huge four poster bed occupied almost
one entire wall. There was a chest of drawers, and
a large two-door armoire against the wall, flanking
the door. There was a large mirror on the wall
opposite the bed, and a window with curtains drawn
directly opposite the door where I was standing.
There was an open door in the wall to the right of
the bed, and I could see what looked like a
bathroom through it.
The woman led me to the plain wooden chair, and
motioned for me to sit down. I did, and looked up
at her. She smiled again, and motioned for me to
stay seated, and then disappeared into the
bathroom. She was not gone long. I heard a toilet
flush. She came out a few moments later. She had
been wearing a plain dress, and now she was wearing
a long robe. I got up from the chair, and started
to unbutton the last two buttons on my blouse, but
she shook her head and motioned for me to sit down
again.
I did, but I was puzzled. She stood behind me,
and took my cheeks in her hand, and I felt her kiss
the top of my head. Her hands slipped down until
they were on my shoulders. She began to massage
them, gently but firmly, and I relaxed immediately.
I love massages. She worked her hands forward onto
my chest and unbuttoned one more button of my
blouse. Then she slipped both of her hands inside
my blouse and took one of my breasts in each of her
hands, and squeezed them very firmly. I gasped at
the sensation. She released one of my breasts, and
I felt her hand slide down across my stomach, and
then emerge from under my blouse. It continued
downward, and then she grasped my pubis, and began
to squeeze me hard. I gasped again, and spread my
legs wide.
She stopped, and brought her hand back up
through my blouse to my breasts, and then withdrew
both of her hands from my blouse. She again began
to massage my shoulders, only now I was very
definitely aroused, and I was just waiting for her
to find my breast and mons again with her hands.
But she surprised me, and it would not be the
last time she surprised me. She ran her hands into
my hair, and I felt her untie my ribbon. I had my
hands on my legs the whole time, and now I felt her
take my wrists and bring them behind the chair
back. I felt her loop the ribbon around my wrists
twice, and then cinch it quite firmly. I was
effectively bound to the chair. It was not
uncomfortable physically, but I was suddenly
nervous again. I started to panic, and I said,
"Hey!" What was she going to do?
She did not keep me in suspense long. She
walked in front of me, and put two fingers to my
lips. I shut up, but I watched her very closely.
She unbuttoned the last button on my blouse and
then peeled it back. I was breathing quite
heavily, more from nervousness than anything else.
She resumed her place behind me, and then
palmed my breasts. She unhooked the front clasp of
my bra, and slipped my breasts free of the cups.
Despite my panic, I was quite aroused, and my
nipples were fully erect. She took each nipple
between her fingers and thumbs and pinched them,
delicately at first, and then more firmly. I could
feel her nails digging in, but it was not painful.
Far from it! I felt an orgasm build, and then wash
through me. She took first one breast, then the
other, and held them between her palms, and then
pressed her palms together, my breast trapped
between. It was an amazing sensation.
I began to relax, not feeling so nervous now.
In fact, I was really enjoying this. I was at her
mercy. I could have freed my hands, if I had
wanted to, but I was realizing that I *did not*
want to. And that was a very startling revelation.
She continued to fondle my breasts as I was
contemplating this, and I came again, almost by
surprise. She removed her hands from my breasts
and came around the chair to kneel at my side. She
leaned close, and I looked down at her as she took
my left breast in her mouth. She engulfed it,
taking almost all of it into her mouth, and I felt
her tongue pushing at my nipple. She sucked hard,
and I felt it, all the way to my toes.
She began to chew my breast. I could feel her
teeth sliding along it. I wanted to grab her head
and pull it even harder against my breast, but I
could not move my hands. She bit down on my nipple
gently, and stretched it and my breast away from my
chest. Just when it started to hurt, she let the
nipple slip between her teeth, and my breast fell
back. She did this several times. As she used her
mouth on that breast, she slipped a hand to my
other breast and began to squeeze it rhythmically,
synchronizing her caresses with what she was doing
to my other breast with her mouth. I was shaking
my head from side to side, and groaning with the
sensation. She switched sides, and I came very
quickly.
She stopped, and I sat there, panting a little.
She gave me a few moments, and then rose to her
feet behind me, and began to massage my shoulders
again. I looked down at my breasts. They were
glistening with her saliva, and my nipples were
very red. I rocked my head against her arms, and
relaxed under her firm touch.
I was just starting to doze off when I felt her
lean over me and reach down to my shorts. The top
button was already open, and she just unzipped
them. She did not touch me there, but instead
brought her hands back to my shoulders. I began to
thrust my pelvis upwards, but she just ignored me,
and continued to massage my neck and shoulders,
occasionally letting her hands slide down my chest
to briefly caress my breasts. I felt myself
becoming increasingly aroused, but she just
steadily massaged my shoulders and breasts.
At last, I felt her hands slide from my breasts
down to my stomach. She rubbed my tummy, and I
felt her hand slip down to my exposed panties. She
stroked my mons through the cotton with her finger
tips. I was more than ready, and I came after only
a few light touches. She stepped around in front
of me, and kneeled down. She untied my Keds, and
took them and my socks off, taking time to stuff my
socks into my shoes before sliding them under the
coffee table.
She stood up and straddled me. She grabbed the
sides of my shorts and hauled upwards on them,
lifting me out of the chair a little, and then she
tugged them quickly down my legs. She lifted my
feet clear of them, and they joined my shoes and
socks under the table. She dragged one of the wing
back chairs near, and sat down on it, within easy
reach of me. She reached into my lap, and tugged
the waistband of my panties down until she had
exposed most of my mons, and all of my small patch
of pubic hair. She just let her fingers rest there
for several moments, and I could feel their
pressure, just above my vagina, and it was driving
me nuts. I wanted to grab her hand and fuck myself
with it, but I just had to sit there, bound, and
wait for her.
Finally, she started. She slipped a finger
under the waistband and hooked it in the leg
opening. She tugged that side down and then the
other. I sat there, with my panties around my
knees, and wondered what she was going to do next.
I was helpless, and exposed, and so aroused that I
was actually panting. I began to squirm on the
chair, but she just contemplated me from her wing
back chair. At last she leaned forward, and ran
two of her fingers along my vaginal cleft. I must
have been wet, because she brought her fingers to
her lips, and licked them. She reached down again,
and this time I felt her part my labia. I felt a
cool rush of air on my vagina, and then she plunged
a finger deep inside of me. I felt her move it
around inside me, and I lifted my pelvis upwards,
trying to bring my clitoris against her knuckle. She
let me succeed. She held her wrist perfectly
steady, and I thrust repeatedly against her hand.
I felt each contact of my clitoris against her
knuckle like a small electrical shock. The
sensation rapidly overwhelmed me, and I came
violently, and I did scream as I peaked.
I opened my eyes, and she was smiling at me
again, and nodding her head. She reached down and
pulled my panties back up, and I almost shouted
"No!" Instead I just bit my tongue, and waited to
see what she was going to do. She rose from the
wingback chair and knelt beside me again. She
opened the top of her robe, and exposed one of her
breasts to me. They were quite full, and very much
larger than my modest 33B's. She put her hand
behind my neck and pulled my head towards her bared
breast. I leaned forward eagerly, and sucked her
nipple into my mouth. Even her breasts tasted
good. I suckled for I don't know how long, and
only dimly became aware that she had slipped her
hand back into my panties and was probing into me
with her fingertips. I climaxed again, and felt
drained.
She disengaged my mouth from her breast, and
slipped her hand from my vagina, bringing it to her
lips again to taste me. As she was licking her
fingers, she undid the ribbon around my wrists with
her other hand. She stood up, and pulled me to my
feet. I was a bit shaky, and my knees actually
wobbled. She put her arm around me, and nudged me
towards the bathroom. In the bathroom, she let go
of me and pointed to the shower. She walked to a
cupboard on the wall, and pulled out a towel and a
washcloth. She laid the towel and cloth on the
shelf above the sink, and then approached me. She
turned me around until I was facing away from her.
I felt her hands at my sides, and she was slipping
my blouse from my shoulders, and then my bra. I
felt her hands at my waist, and she was pulling my
panties down. I stepped out of them, and stood
there, naked. She reached around me into the
shower and started the water. I stepped over the
low edge of the shower, and into the path of the
falling water. It was warm, and felt very good.
She pulled the shower curtain closed, and
disappeared.
I stood there, feeling the water beat down on
my breasts and tummy and thighs, and took stock of
myself. My nipples were still red, and still very
much erect. My clitoris was still tingling, and I
knew only a few quick thrusts with my finger would
make me come again. I resisted the temptation, and
instead looked around for a bottle of shampoo. I
did not see any shampoo, and since I really did not
want to get my hair wet anyway, knowing it would
take forever to get dry, I grabbed the towel and
the washcloth from the sink. I wrapped the towel
around my hair, and then reached for the bottle of
shower soap on the plastic shelf suspended from the
shower head.
I lathered myself up, and with the washcloth I
scrubbed myself until I was pink. I rinsed off,
and then turned the water off. I dried off in the
shower, and then pulled the curtain aside. I
looked around, but I did not see my clothes
anywhere. I wrapped the damp towel around myself
and then opened the door into the bedroom.
I was surprised to see it was quite dark
outside through the window, which was now
uncurtained and open. The woman was sitting on the
love seat, and when she saw me, she motioned me
towards her. I walked across the room, and stopped
when I reached the loveseat. On the coffee table
were several plates of food, and a bottle of wine.
I suddenly realized how hungry I was. She reached
up to me and untucked the towel, and let it fall to
the floor at my feet. She patted the seat beside
her, and I sat down, naked. She pulled me close,
and then picked up a fork and began to feed me.
It was some kind of stew, and it tasted
heavenly. She fed me in silence. When the plate
of stew was half finished, I took the fork from her
hand, and started to feed her. It was fun, and for
some reason, I felt myself getting wet as I guided
each forkful to her mouth. When the plate was
empty, I stopped, and put the fork down. It
suddenly occurred to me that we had just shared
sex, and now a meal, and I still did not know her
name. I decided to address this issue.
I touched myself between my breasts, and said,
"My name is Randi...Randi."
She nodded, and took my hand and placed it on
her chest. "Magda," she said, and looked at me.
I said, "Do you speak English?" and she shook
her head. "How about Spanish? Hablas tu Espanol?
Do you speak Spanish?" This time, she nodded her
head.
"Si. Un poquito. Por que?" Yes. A little.
Why?
"Por que yo quiero hablar con ti." Because I
want to speak with you.
"Y que hablaria?" And what will you speak?
"Yo dijaria, Gracias por haciendo amor a me."
I will say, Thank you for making love to me.
"De nada, chica. Y no estamos terminando....
Venga me, mariposa...venga me." It is nothing,
little one. And we are not finished...come to me,
butterfly, come to me.
I crawled into her lap, and laid my head
against her breasts. Her hands glided down my
body, and I felt her ease my thighs apart. She
caressed my labia, stroking them and pinching them
between her fingers and thumbs. I was rapidly
approaching an orgasm. When she penetrated me with
first one, and then two, then three fingers, I came
each time, one orgasm on top of another.
She waited until my orgasms finished with me,
and then said softly, "Ahora, mariposa, almuerzo."
Now, butterfly, dessert.
I looked up at her, and said in English,
"Dessert?" and then in Spanish, "Almuerzo?"
She smiled gently, and said, "Tu." You.
She made to stand up, and I rolled off her lap,
and lay on my back on the loveseat, one leg on the
seat, the other trailing on the floor. She took a
cushion from the end of the loveseat near my legs
and slipped it under my shoulders, propping me up
into a half reclining position. She then poured a
glass of wine from the bottle, and sat it on the
table, then got on her knees on the floor near my
leg. She lifted my leg and draped it over her
shoulder.
She took the glass of wine, and toasted me with
it, and then poured a small amount on my pubis. It
was cool, and I could feel it running down my mons,
through my pubic hair, and into the cleft between
my labia. She put the glass back on the table.
With her tongue, she followed the rivulet of wine.
She licked and sucked at my pubic hair, and then I
felt her tongue on my labia. The wine was cool,
but her tongue was warm. I squirmed in pleasure at
the sensation. She licked me continuously, and I
felt an orgasm build. I came, thrashing my hips.
She picked the glass up again, and poured more
wine on to me. This time, she used her fingers to
rub it in, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from
crying aloud as another climax engulfed me. By the
time she had drained the glass, I was exhausted.
But she did not let me rest.
I felt her spread my labia with her fingers,
and then I felt her tongue plunge into me. The
sensation was exquisite. She immediately found my
clitoris, and wrapped her lips around it. I felt
her suck on it, and I exploded. I came so hard I
saw stars. She worked on my clitoris, and I came
every few seconds, waves of pleasure punctuated by
immediate, instant peaks of ecstasy. When she
finally released me, I was gasping for breath.
I lay there for a long time. When I had
recovered enough to sit up, she was sitting in the
wingback chair, legs crossed, watching me. I
smiled at her, and she returned it. I looked down
at my body, and saw the trail of wine that ran from
just below my navel, through my pubic hair, and
disappeared out of my sight beneath my mons. I
could feel the stickyness on my skin, and the way
it made my pubic hair stiff and tight.
But the discomfort did not last long. Magda
took a bowl from the table in front of her, and
came and sat down on the love seat between my legs.
She put one of my legs over the back of the
loveseat, and took my other leg and put it in her
lap. She produced a wash cloth from the pocket of
her robe, and dipping it in the bowl, bathed my
pubis with it. She was gentle, but firm. When she
was done, the stickiness was gone.
She deposited the bowl and washcloth on the
table and then leaned forward on top of me. She
again opened the top of her robe, and presented one
of her breasts to me. I suckled on it, holding it
with both of my hands. I lay there, sucking
gently, until I could not keep my eyes open
anymore. I fell asleep.
When I awoke, I did not know how much time had
elapsed. I was in the big bed, and Magda was
reading a book, curled up in one of the wingback
chairs. I sat up, and she noticed me. She put the
book down, left the chair, and walked over to the
armoire. She opened it, and disappeared inside it
for nearly a minute. When she came out, she was no
longer wearing the robe. She had on a black, one
piece body stocking, with openings that her breasts
thrust through, and an opening that framed her
pubis. It was obscene and arousing.
She closed the armoire doors and started
towards me. She had a small tray under her arm.
As she got nearer, I could see tops of what were
obviously dildos and vibrators. She put the tray
down on the bed next to me and I gazed in wonder at
the contents.
There were several vibrators. There were
small battery-operated ones, and large, thick ones
with power cords and transformers and a control
switch. Some had two heads, some one. One of the
larger ones had an odd little extension on it, like
a fueling probe on a jet plane. There was a very
long, curved, strap-on dildo. There was a candle,
and a huge clear syringe filled with a clear
liquid. There were two black rubber rings, about
two inches wide, and about three inches in
diameter. There were two small mechanical things
that looked like the top half of one of those old
style washing machines with the rollers. They were
nipple clamps, I found out soon enough. There was
a small, open jar of Vaseline, sitting on a couple
folded hand towels, and a silver Zippo lighter.
There were two nylon cuffs with Velcro stitched
onto one side, and what looked like a small whiffle
ball with a cloth band attached to it.
She off-loaded the tray onto the table by the
bed. She motioned for me to turn over onto my
stomach, so I did. She slipped her hands under me
and pulled me up until I was on hands and knees.
She pushed my thighs apart and slipped the tray
between my legs. I looked at her over my shoulder,
and watched her pick up the large liquid filled
syringe in one hand, and scoop up some Vaseline
from the jar with the other, and smear it on the
tip of the syringe. I became concerned when she
scooped up some more Vaseline and began to rim my
anus with it. I was not at all sure I wanted an
enema, but she did not give me much choice. I felt
the tip of the syringe enter me, and it glided in
so smooth and easily that I was surprised. The tip
was a good six inches long, and I felt it go deep
into me. I looked straight forward, and waited for
the spray of liquid. When it came, I was surprised
at the sensation. And it kept coming. Magda
reached under me to my tummy, and began to press
upwards against me with her hand. I could hear the
liquid sloshing in my bowels as she pushed my
stomach.
It took several minutes to drain the syringe.
I was surprised that I took it all in. She took
her hand from my stomach and pressed down on my
butt, forcing me into a kind of squat over the
tray. I had an idea what she wanted, and I slipped
my knees forward until I was almost sitting in the
tray. I felt her extract the syringe, and my
bowels spasmed, and I evacuated the liquid into the
tray. It was a weird feeling, but not unpleasant.
I felt her patting my bottom with the towel,
and when I was dry, she motioned for me to turn
over, and straddle the tray again. I did, and she
said, "Haga agua, mariposa," and then parted my
labia with her fingers. I needed to pee, but I had
never done it with somebody watching me, and
touching me like this. It took me several seconds,
but I finally managed to let it go. When I was
finished, she wiped me with the towel, and then
took the towel and the nearly full tray, and
carried them both to the door into the hall. There
was a flap at the bottom of the door that I had not
noticed before, and she carefully set the tray down
on the floor, and then used her foot to slide it
through the flap into the hall. She did the same
with the towel.
I watched her, and took stock of myself. I
felt glowing on the inside, from my vagina to the
pit of my stomach. I was rested and ready to play.
I picked up one of the nipple clamps, and wondered
what it was, and what it would do to me. I looked
at all the stuff on the table, and tried to
envision what it would be like with all those
things inside one or more of my orifices. I
shivered with anticipation.
When Magda came back, she sat down on the bed
next to me, and propped a pillow up behind me until
I was sitting upright in the bed. She took the
nipple clamp out of my hand. I looked at her and
arched my eyebrows in inquiry, and she smiled and
began to caress my breasts with her hand. My
nipples erected instantly. Holding my breast with
one hand, she slipped my nipple between the two
little rollers of the clamp, and then squeezed the
rollers hard against my nipple. I heard something
click and she let go of the clamp, which remained
tightly fastened to my nipple. Very tightly,
uncomfortably so. She did the same thing to my
other breast. Then she reached down between my
legs, eased her finger into my vagina, and then
brought it out. I was wet, and that seemed to
please her.
She picked up one of the smaller vibrators, and
held it to my mouth. I opened my mouth, and she
pushed it in. I tongued it until I had no more
saliva. She withdrew it, and then twisted the
base. It began to hum, and she trailed it across
my nipples, which seemed to have swelled to twice
their normal size. They were throbbing dully, and
I wanted to ask her to remove the clamps, but I did
not. When the vibrator hit them, I forgot all
about the discomfort. It was almost electric, and
it sent tingles all the way to my vagina. I felt
an orgasm begin to rise, and then take me. I
gasped and moaned, and then almost screamed when I
felt her plunge the humming vibrator into my
vagina.
She left the vibrator humming inside of me.
She took a black rubber ring from the table, and
squeezing my breast tightly with her hand, forced
the ring on to my breast. It was a tight fit, but
she managed to get the ring all the way around my
breast, and down until it was almost against my
chest. My breast was deformed by the pressure, and
thrust straight out from my chest. She repeated
the process on my other breast. My mind had been
on the humming vibrator buried in my vagina, but
now the discomfort in my breasts was demanding
attention. I looked up at her, and said "Por
favor?" She just shook her head. She took the
whiffle ball thing from the table, and slipped the
band over my head. She said, "Abra la boca,
mariposa." I opened my mouth, and she put the ball
in it, and then I felt her tighten the band around
my head. I could breathe, and it was not making me
gag, but I could not speak anymore.
I felt a climax through my discomfort, and had
to just moan against the ball in my mouth. As I
was coming, I felt her slip the nylon cuffs over my
wrists. She stretched first one and then the other
of my arms out to my side and brought them firmly
against the headboard. I had not noticed before,
but there was a strip of Velcro running along the
headboard from end to end. Both of my arms were
immobilized now, and my nipples were going from
dull throbbing to a painful ache. I sat there in
pain, relieved only momentarily as the vibrator
humming in my vagina made me come. Magda took one
of the large vibrators from the table, and
disappeared out of my sight for a moment, kneeling
down by the edge of the bed. She surfaced,
climbing up onto the bed next to me, the vibrator
in her hand, and the power cord trailing off the
edge of the bed.
Magda took a kneeling position between my legs,
and lifted my knees and draped them across her
thighs. She grasped the based of the vibrator in
my vagina, and began to pump it in and out of me.
My nipples were on fire, but the sensation between
my legs, as Magda fucked me with the vibrator, took
precedence. I came in a long, spastic swoop, the
pain in my breasts merging with the pleasure in my
vagina. She brought me to a climate twice like
this.
Finally, Magda took pity on me, and released
the clamps on my nipples. The blood rushed back
in, and the pain was intense. I gasped around the
gag in mouth, and tears came to my eyes. Magda saw
them, and kissed them away. She said, "Lo siento,
mariposa, pero el dolor es importante."
She leaned down, and began to lick my nipples.
She flicked them with her tongue, and the cramping
and burning was replaced by the most delightful
coolness I've ever felt. I was floating on a
cloud. My breasts felt wonderful, and the pleasure
I felt flowing from her licks seemed to eclipse
even the steady thrumming sensation between my
legs. I came in multiple waves, head thrashing and
hips jumping.
She let me come, and then reached down and
extracted the vibrator from my vagina. She turned
it off, and then brought it to her lips, and licked
it. It was almost obscene, the way she sucked on
it, the way her lips pressed around the tip, but it
was quite an arousing sight. She wrapped her
tongue around it, and then damn near swallowed it
whole. She took it from her mouth and slipped it
into her own vagina, turning it on as she plunged
it in.
She closed her eyes for a moment, and I saw
her shudder. She opened her eyes, and smiled at
me. She brought my legs up and crooked my knees
over her shoulder. I saw her push the large
vibrator into the jar of Vaseline, and then she
leaned forward, until my knees were almost back
against my breasts, and I lost sight of her hands.
I lay there, strapped to the headboard, waiting for
what she was going to do next.
When I felt the tip of the vibrator against my
anus, I began to buck wildly. I had seen how huge
it was, and I was not prepared to receive something
that large in my rectum. But Magda just shifted
her weight a little, and I found I was effectively
immobilized. I felt the vibrator pushing into me,
and it felt like it was the size of a tree-trunk.
Magda would push it, then pause, and then push
again. Finally, I realized that it was me that was
making it so hard, so I made a conscious effort to
stop fighting it. It was amazing; the moment I
stopped fighting it, it slid into me with almost no
resistance. And it seemed to slide into me
forever. At last, Magda stopped pushing on it. It
seemed to be so deep inside me, that I thought I
could feel it in the back of my throat.
Magda let my legs fall to the bed, and then lay
on top of me, her breasts on my thighs, and began
to work on my nipples again with her lips and
tongue. I grew aroused again immediately, and
felt an orgasm begin to swirl through my mind.
Then she turned the vibrator on, and I felt this
deep, almost resonant vibration in my body. I
could not localize it. The vibrations seemed to be
coming from everywhere -- my breasts, my vagina, my
nipples. It felt like there was a vibrator
directly against my clitoris. I moaned against the
gag in my mouth, and surrendered to my orgasm. And
as soon as that orgasm passed, I felt another begin
to build. She brought me to several climaxes like
this...I lost count. When she finally stopped, I
was panting like a steam engine.
As I tried to catch my breath, Magda got to her
feet and switched the vibrator in my rectum off. I
lay still, recovering, and watching her. She took
the strap-on from the table and secured it to her
groin. It looked obscenely huge, thrusting from
her pelvis. She slipped the gag out of my mouth,
and pushed the plastic tip of the strap-on against
my lips. I closed my mouth around it, and she
began to thrust her pelvis a little. I got into
the rhythm of it, pushing my head forward as her
hips came towards me, and backing off as she drew
her hips back. I tried to lubricate it as much as
I could, because I knew exactly where she was going
to put it next.
She knelt between my legs, and I raised and
spread them in anticipation. She flicked the
switch on the vibrator in my rectum, and I was
inundated again by the vibrations. Magda reached
down between my legs and spread my labia with her
fingers, and then I felt the tip of her strap-on
enter my vagina. It slipped into me, and it felt a
mile long. She pushed upward with it, and I felt
the plastic against my clitoris. She slid the
entire length into me, and I felt every millimeter
of it against my clitoris. I moaned, and thrashed
my hips, but Magda calmly withdrew it until the tip
was just parting my labia, and then slowly
penetrated me again. She fucked me with long slow
strokes, and I came and came and came.
After some indeterminate time, Magda freed my
hands from the Velcro cuffs. I threw my arms
around her neck, and wrapped my legs around her
waist. I pulled her to me as tight as I could. I
kissed her neck, and then her breasts and she began
to fuck me again. I looked down, and I was
fascinated by the shaft of the dildo as it pistoned
slowly into and out of my vagina, the way it
glistened with my moisture. I watched until Magda
flicked a switch, and the vibrator in my rectum
shut down. I felt the vibrations stop, and Magda
withdrew the strap-on completely. She then pulled
the vibrator from my rectum. I felt completely
spent, and just lay back on the pillow, and closed
my eyes. I felt Magda get off the bed, and then
grab my hand and pull me up. She led me to the
bathroom, and I suddenly realized I had to pee and
move my bowels. She left the bathroom.
When I was finished and flushed the toilet,
before I could even stand up, Magda came in again.
She had a full enema syringe in her hand. She
walked over to me and bent me forward as I was
sitting on the toilet. I felt the syringe enter my
rectum, followed a few moments later by an influx
of cool liquid. Magda inserted two fingers into my
vagina and rubbed my clitoris as the enema filled
my colon. She waited until she felt me orgasming
before withdrawing the syringe from my rectum. I
came as I evacuated the liquid from my bowels. It
was a truly weird feeling. When I had expelled the
last of the enema, she dried my bottom off, and we
both walked back into the bedroom.
I looked at the clock on the bedside table, and
it said 9:30. I did not know if it was morning or
evening. I looked at the curtained window, and it
was dark at the edges, so I assumed it was evening.
Magda was sitting on the bed, and she motioned for
me to join her. I happily sat down in her lap, and
leaned back against her. She removed the rubber
rings from my breasts, then fondled my breasts
briefly.
Magda let go of my breasts and picked up the
candle and the Zippo from the table near the bed.
She flicked the Zippo and lit the candle, and then
reached over to the wall and flipped the light
switch. The room plunged into darkness, the only
light coming from the candle. I love candlelight.
Magda cupped my left breast with her free hand, and
brought the candle near to the nipple. I could
feel the heat radiating from the flame. She drew
me closer to her, and then lifted her legs up and
over mine in a leg hold. She brought the candle up
above my nipple, and I could no longer feel the
heat from the flame. She massaged and caressed my
breast, and after several moments my nipple
erected.
I wanted both of Magda's hands on my body, but
she continued to hold the candle in front of me. I
watched the melted wax pooling in the cavity under
the flame, and was about to point out to Magda that
a candlestick holder would be nice, mainly so she
could use that hand on my vagina, when she abruptly
tilted the candle, and spilled the hot wax directly
onto my nipple. I gasped at the pain...but it was
gone almost before I really perceived it. She
released that breast and grabbed the other. I felt
the wax cooling and congealing, and then another
stab of pain as another glob of hot paraffin landed
on my other nipple. I tried to move, and realized
why she had me in a leg hold. I closed my eyes and
tried to relax, but I jumped again when I felt
another searing pellet land on me, this time on my
mons, just above my vaginal cleft.
It took several seconds for enough wax to
accumulate in the candle, and Magda seemed to be
able to anticipate it. She released my breast, and
found my vagina with her fingers. She spread my
labia, and I watched in fascination as the candle
hovered over my pubis. She abandoned my breasts
completely, directing the rest of her attentions to
my genitalia.
Waiting for the next hot splash of the wax was
worse than the brief agony they brought. I felt
the pain, but I also felt an almost overwhelming
arousal. Between drops, Magda lightly caressed my
labia, inserting her fingers partially into my
vagina. Despite the pin pricks of pain from the
hot wax, I felt an orgasm begin to grow. I began
to pant a little, and then groan. Magda noticed
this, because I heard her whisper into my ear,
"Bueno...bueno," and when I climaxed, she kissed my
cheek.
Magda peeled the wax from my breasts and pubis,
and began the process again. My skin was red where
the melted wax had burned it. Magda directed the
wax onto almost the exact same areas, and the pain
was even more intense, though for some reason, I
felt a twinge of cool pleasure in my vagina each
time a globule of hot wax landed on me. The pain
and the pleasure grew, until I felt a small orgasm
quake through me. Again, I heard Magda whispering
to me in Spanish, but my mind was on the weird
pain/pleasure sensations coursing through me.
Magda removed the accumulated wax from my pubis,
and started again. This time, with the first touch
of the hot wax, I came. She repeated the same
path...first my breasts, then my pubis. Between
the bursts of hot pain and cool pleasure, I watched
the wax build up on my mons. Soon, my labia and
vaginal cleft were completely covered in congealed
wax.
I was beginning to breathe heavily. I was
physically exhausted from this tender torture.
Magda sensed my exhaustion, and ended this session
by prying open my labia under their layer of wax,
and exposing my clitoris with her finger. She
waited until another orgasm was passing through me,
and spilled the hot wax directly on it. I screamed
as the wax hit me. I felt a white hot pain that
stabbed right through the pleasure of my climax.
But then I felt my orgasm change. It was almost a
redirection of motion, like a tacking turn in a
sailboat. The pain got underneath the pleasure, and
boosted the pleasure into higher orbit.
I felt Magda thrust her fingers deep into my
vagina, and then felt a vibrator plunge into my
rectum. The pain and pleasure of the hot wax on my
clitoris mixed with the thrumming vibration of the
vibrator. For an indeterminate time I felt myself
floating free of my body. I looked down and I
actually saw myself. I was thrashing my head from
side to side, and I was arching my back, and
thrusting my pelvis wildly up and down. I was
gasping for breath, and my eyes were clenched shut.
I watched as Magda buried one hand to the wrist in
my vagina, while she pistoned the vibrator in and
out of my rectum with the other. My pelvis stopped
jerking as her whole hand entered me, but I arched
my back some more, and tried to force Magda's fist
deeper and deeper into me. I wanted to impale
myself on her arm.
It was exactly like watching myself in a dream,
but I had never had a dream where I just came and
came, and I had certainly never seen myself climax.
I was watching it and experiencing it at the same
time.
Magda withdrew her fist from my vagina, and for
a moment, the pleasure/pain whirlwind stopped
spinning. I returned to my senses, and felt a
white hot pain between my legs. I moaned aloud.
Magda took the dildo with the odd extension on it
from the table and laid it against my vagina. She
rotated it until that curious probe thing was lined
up with the top of my vaginal cleft. She thrust it
into me, and I suddenly knew what the probe was
for. It went straight into my clitoris. I spasmed
as Magda thrust the dildo into me, and the pleasure
vortex engulfed me again, drowning out the pain.
I felt the probe push against my clitoris, and
then slip past it. The probe was pointed, and it
bit into the tissue of my clitoris, and then the
shaft bent a little, before sliding past. In this
way, it flicked my clitoris, and drove me through
the roof. She thrust the dildo into me with long,
very fast strokes. I felt myself rising out of my
body again, and turned to watch Magda as she fucked
me with that dildo. At end of each thrust, my body
spasmed, and I felt/saw the probe flexing as it
jammed passed my clitoris. I lost all track of
time.
When I became aware of something besides
pleasure, I opened my eyes. Vaguely, I felt Magda
peeling the layer of wax from my breasts and my
pubis. I lay there, breathing hard, closing my
eyes again, and wondering about what I had just
gone through. There was pain in my nipples, and a
burning sensation inside my vagina, but I was too
tired to really worry about it.
When my breathing was back to normal, I sat up
in the bed and watched Magda as she moved around
the room. I could barely see her in the candle
light, and she moved in and out of the radius of
illumination. At last, she came back to the bed.
She pushed me gently on the chest, and made me lie
back on the pillow. She lay on her side next to
me, and she was completely naked now. She had a
bottle of some kind of unguent, which she now
poured onto my nipples. Very gently, with just the
tips of her fingers, she rubbed the lotion in, and
I immediately felt it go to work. It must have
been some kind of topical analgesic, because the
pain from the hot wax disappeared instantly. She
finished my nipples, and then I felt the unguent on
my mons. Again, gently, with the tips of her
fingers only, she rubbed it into my labia, and
then, slipping her fingers into my vagina, directly
onto my clitoris. The anesthetic suppressed the
pain in the burned tissues. It felt so wonderful.
I fell asleep, and awoke some time later.
Magda was holding me, and I felt her fingers
probing my vagina. She sensed that I was awake,
and I felt her fingers on my clitoris. She rubbed
it and stroked it and pinched it, and I came. She
climbed out of bed, and then flipped the light on.
My clothes were folded neatly on one of the chairs.
While I dressed, Magda disappeared through the door
into the hall.
I had just finished dressing, when she came
back in, followed by an amazingly beautiful,
elderly woman, who reminded me of Katherine
Hepburn, or Olympia Dukakis, maybe. Magda had
twenty years on me, and this new woman had thirty
on Magda, at least. The woman sat down on the bed
and motioned for me to sit next to her. She
addressed me in almost accentless English.
"Magda says she has never had a client like
you, and wants you to know that she has refunded
your fee." She handed me a wad of Dutch notes. "I
wanted to meet you before you left, Randi. Magda
has never done that before, so you must be very
special. You are American, no?" I nodded. "When
you come back to my house, you will not pay any
fee. Will you come back?" I looked over at Magda
and I think she understood at least that much
English. She was watching me expectantly, and I
think, just a little anxiously.
I heard Magda say softly in Spanish, "Regresa a
me, mariposa, por favor?" Return to me, butterfly,
please?
When I nodded again, Magda smiled, and so did
the club owner. She said something to Magda in
Dutch, and Magda left the room.
The woman motioned for me to stand up, and she
took my arms and pulled me around in front of her.
She reached behind me and I felt her hands on my
derriere. She squeezed my buttocks, and then
slipped her hand inside the leg opening of my short
shorts, and tugged the crotch of my panties to the
side. I felt her slip her finger into my vagina as
she said softly, "Would you let me make love to
you, butterfly?" Without hesitation I nodded
again, and started to unzip my shorts.
She laughed gently, and let go of me, and said,
"No, not now, butterfly. When you come back. You
must be tired. But you are sweet to offer
yourself. Rest now, little one. I think I want to
make special preparations for you when you do
return." She got up, and took me by the hand, and
led me out of the room, down the hall, down the
stairs, and into the big room. Magda was nowhere
in sight, and I had wanted to say good-bye to her.
I walked out the street door, into blazing bright
daylight. I walked over to the bicycle locker,
retrieved my uncle's bicycle, and pedaled back to
my uncle's house. It was just the beginning of an
amazing summer.