I'm no longer alone. Bianca has touched me as no one has ever done before. I am open. I
am vulnerable. I am in love. And, I AM AFRAID! I have never really felt fear before. I
have always been in control, and my walls protected me. I do not want to die. I want to
live. But I only wish to live with and for 'her.' But it would seem that living and having
her, are mutually exclusive and collectively exhaustive. A true dichotomy. I must figure
out how to regain control of the situation.
For many years I was the head of corporate lending for one of the largest banks in the
world, and it taught me how to win negotiations with the best and the brightest, the heads
of Fortune 500 companies. Now I owned my own consultation firm, negotiating corporate
mergers and arbitrage deals for the largest companies in the world. Could this she-demon
be any sharper than they? I never lost one of those negotiations. Earlier in my career I
worked as a problem loan workout specialist. I learned how to negotiate from strength,
even in the weakest of positions, winning impossible no-win scenarios. Could my position
now be any more helpless than being secured by drilling rigs in 1983 after the oil bust? I
never lost a single dime then, so why should I lose now. I am THE master of negotiation.
All I have to do is negotiate a deal with the bitch.
In assessing my position I had to recognize my weaknesses, and either address them and/or
work around them. Second, I have to formulate my goals and objectives. Finally, I had to
develop my "battle plan."
Weakness #1 is my drastically reduced gray matter. It is taking all of my concentration
just to stay focused on working on my game plan. How was I going to stay focused when
confronting her? I had to keep my approach simple and direct, no confusing games.
My second weakness, compounding the first, my withdrawal symptoms are starting to kick in
again. Could I stay focused when I needed another "fix" of Bianca's juices? This
means I have to start my negotiations as soon as possible and I have to complete them
quickly and efficiently.
Next, I had to acknowledge the effectiveness of her programming. Until a few days ago, I
only had a vague awareness of latex clothing. Now, thanks to her sexual expertise combined
with my ever increasing exposure to her favorite material, I now had a full blown latex
fetish. I can't even think about or feel the damn stuff without getting a raging hard-on!
My final and greatest weakness was, I wanted Bianca. I wanted her BADLY! I could
not allow myself to, "think with my dick." How could I do that when all I could
think about was having her again. This meant I had to stage this confrontation where, and
in a way that she could not use her charms on me, or at least minimize her ability to do
so.
What did I want to achieve? I did not want to die, and be damned for all eternity. But at
the same time, I did not want to live without her. I wanted to come up with a way to go on
living and still have her. But, as in any negotiation, both parties must come away
satisfied. So,what was I willing to give up to get what I wanted? How about this; Bianca
could have my brain, sperm and blood (her three food groups!), leaving just enough for me
to live. I would endure, becoming a vegetable. But she could not have my soul. Now I
needed a couple of fall backs.
Fall back #1 - Bianca could have my soul, but not until I died of "natural
causes." As a safety clause, any death sooner than five years from the agreement date
would be deemed unnatural and void the contract.
Fall back #2 - my final position would be that she could have me and my soul, but only if
Bianca agreed to make me a demon too, a male equivalent to her, a vampire and/or incubus.
Afterwards, when she would use me for her pleasure and nourishment, it would be
one-to-one, I would not be just "one of the boys," in those gang bangs I had
seen in my dreams.
My battle plan to achieve these objectives, given my weaknesses, was by necessity, simple.
To do it quickly, before my withdrawal pains got too strong, I would seek Bianca out
rather than wait for her to come to me. This would also, hopefully, catch her off guard
and unprepared. By moving the talk out of my bedroom to a public site, it would minimize
her ability to use her charms on me. I would seek her out in the bar where I met her.
At dusk, I went to the bar. I sat on the same stool where I had seen Bianca. I had been
there two hours or so with no luck, and the withdrawal pains were growing. I could feel my
resolve starting to weaken. What if she didn't show? Then a scent drifted my way. That
smell! The smell of spices, perfume, musk, and woman. I turned and Bianca was there at my
side.
She looked so beautiful! Bianca was dressed in a full length, skin-tight, shiny black
latex dress slit up the front to just inches from her delicious sweet pussy. Two spaghetti
straps strained to keep her succulent breasts contained in the low scooped bodice, barely
covering her turgid nipples. She was wearing five-inch stiletto heels. Gracing her arms
were shiny black latex opera-length gloves. Around her neck was a triple-row choker of
white pearls. Her hair was pulled up, displaying her elegant neck and jaw line. Her
sensuously cruel lips were covered in bright wet, red lipstick. Her hypnotic dark eyes
stared into my soul under those high aristocratic eyebrows.
"So, you wish to talk," she said. "I was wondering how long I would have to
wait."
I had obviously not surprised her. At least we were in a public place. She leaned forward
to give me a peck on the lips. But when she did, I felt a small sting as she extended a
fang slightly and injected her venom in my lip. I started to pull away but then the wild,
depraved visions exploded in my brain, stronger than ever before. My mind reeled. I heard
Bianca laugh that sexy sadistic laugh and then I passed out.
When I awoke, I was lying naked and spread-eagled on my bed. Shit! So much for picking the
time and place. Then I noticed a most sensuous feeling. It felt like I was being caressed
all over. I looked around and saw that I was on a black latex sheet that had a thin film
of silicone based lubricant. As I moved, it felt just like Bianca's gloved hands stroking
me. Eli sprung to life. God, this was so fine! No! It wasn't! This was going to make my
task almost impossible! And I knew that Bianca knew it.
Bianca approached from the darkness. The dress was gone. In its place was a black latex
catsuit covering her from the top of her long, graceful neck to the tips of her toes. The
only exposed flesh was her exquisite face. Complimenting her body suit were the heels and
gloves she had on earlier, and her long, flowing latex cape. As usual, all of the latex
surfaces had a fine, shiny coating of silicone. Just looking at her almost made me decide
to forget my agenda. She was truly a rubberist's wet dream! I was in serious trouble! As
Bianca came up beside me, she ran one of her gloved hands lightly along the full length of
my body, from my toes to my face. Her caress sent chills and waves of passion
simultaneously throughout my entire being.
She looked down and said, "So, what do you wish to say before I take you to Hell,
little man?"
At 6'4", and 250 lbs., I hadn't been called "little man" since I was a
small boy. But I was beginning to realize that against to her, my skills may well be those
of a child. As Bianca stood beside the bed, I could see her more clearly. She was the
woman in the first part of my dreams. Her face was both demonic and yet more beautiful
than ever; sharp chin, nose and cheek bones, slightly pointed ears, and cruel slanted
eyebrows. She reminded me of my first lust object as a young boy, the evil queen from
"Sleeping Beauty," but infinitely more beautiful and evil looking at the same
time. Her deep, dark eyes had narrow slit pupils like those of a cat (or a snake!), and
her skin had a greenish tint. This was her true form. She was truly breathtaking. She
wrapped her latex-encased left hand around my now huge dick and began stroking it. Her
right hand was stroking the left side of my neck and ear. The feel of the latex on my
flesh, warmed by her hot flesh, was both soothing and arousing at the same time. Bending
over, Bianca extended her wet serpent-tongue, wrapped it around my dick and gave it
several slow, hot, wet licks, then raised her head to my left ear.
In a low, soft, breathy voice she said, "You do want to give yourself to me, don't
you?"
Then she began nuzzling my ear and neck with those incredibly soft lips of hers, while
lightly biting and chewing with her sharp teeth. My whole body was one big goose bump. The
stroking of my engorged dick combined with the heat and nuzzling of my neck and ear were
sending electric sensations throughout my body. My mind was totally jammed! All I could
think about was the pleasure she was causing. I had to get control, and fast, or I would
surely lose my soul! I knew she could do nothing without my permission as long as I was
still mortal. With all the strength I could muster, I grabbed Bianca by her shoulders,
pushed her away and sat up.
"Lets make a deal. But first, sit at the of my bed so you can't touch me
with your hands or mouth while we talk," I said. She had no choice but to do as I
told her, even in Hell there are rules.
"Okay," Bianca said. "But make it quick, I'm starving!"
So now we both sat on the bed facing each other. Bianca had a really pissed look on her
face but knew she must comply. Then it softened, and a sly smile replaced it, like that of
the proverbial "cat who just ate the canary." I felt Eli being stroked and
prodded even more sensuously than before. I looked down and she had slipped one shoe off
and was stroking my engorged member with her latex covered right ,
with amazing dexterity. With her left still heeled, she softly prodded.
"You didn't say anything about my !" She said with confident
satisfaction, and began licking her lips in a most lascivious manner (like in the dinner
scene in "Tom Jones.")
A rule is a rule, and I knew I had lost the first round of this fight. I had better make
this quick, I thought, or I will surely lose much more. Her
felt so damn good, I wouldn't be able to concentrate on my position for long. With her
continuing their incessant kneading of my now aching prick, I began: "I know what and
who you are. I know that until I willingly submit to you sexually three times, I can stop
you at any time. (God, those felt good!) And, as much as I
want you, I do not intend to let you have my soul."
As I spoke she looked hypnotically into my eyes. She opened the zippers on her catsuit
over her nipples and crotch and began stroking her breasts and pussy while licking her
nipples with her long tongue.
"God, I'm so hungry!" she sighed.
Between this incredibly erotic vision and the increasing pressure of her , I
was losing it fast. I closed my eyes to block the sight of her seductive actions but it
was as if her stare burned right through my eyelids and into my brain. I could still see
her every decadent move as clearly as before. Then to make matters worse, the withdrawal
pains began in earnest. My guts ached and cramped. I had alternating hot flashes and
chills and my nerves were spasming. Yet these symptoms did not in anyway diminish the
impact of her and solo dance on my aroused
state.
"I know you need my brain, blood and sperm to survive. I will gladly give them to you
in exchange for your sex. But you cannot have my soul."
"And I know you need a 'fix,' and to so bad you're about to go
crazy," She said. "And when you , your soul will be mine. You do
not have the will to resist, so why should I bargain?"
With that, Bianca's increased their pressure and
speed. She was going to jack me off with her ! Her vision in my brain became
even more lewd. She had one of my jammed in her pussy and was
fucking it vigorously. It felt so hot, wet and sexy! Her hands were violently kneading her
breasts and that snake tongue was lashing at her nipples. I was racked by the pain of
withdrawal and the incredible pleasure of her job. My brain was frying. She was
reaching orgasm and I was not far behind.
"WRONG!" I yelled as I grabbed her and yanked them away.
I pulled my from her flooding gash and rolled
onto my side, doubling over as my guts cramped harder than before. "You cannot take
my soul by seduction, I must give it willingly," I moaned.
Bianca let loose with a blood curdling wail, rolled me onto my back, and threw herself
upon me. Her burning hot flesh, so hard yet so soft, comforted me as we hugged tightly in
a full body embrace.
"How can you deny me?" She cried, "Don't you want me, don't you need me,
don't you love me?"
"Yes, Yes, Yes, more than anything or anyone I have ever known or dreamed of!" I
cried. "But I won't be your slave or puppet. I love you and want you, not just
your sex."
Then, despite the comfort of her embrace, I was racked by my pain and yelled out in agony.
As I regained some small control, I proposed the following:
"We both know I cannot make a free choice through this pain. I need a fix from you. I
also know you need food as well. If you feed me enough to get through this negotiation
pain free, I will let you have some of my blood so you can get through it without hunger
pain. But, you cannot take so much that I can't reason with you or you will lose.
Remember, I must be able to make a choice. Afterwards, we will settle this once and for
all. But remember, no games. I know the free choice rule."
"Done," she said.
And with that, she sat up and planted herself on my face and began passing down her
venomous juices. Despite my hunger and desire, for the first time I controlled myself.
Since this may well be the last time I would have this delicious pleasure, I wanted to do
it right. Besides, if I had to use all my fallbacks, I needed to convince her that I was
worth turning into a demon. I needed to give her my never fail "Full Bull"
treatment. After taking several dollops of her free flowing juices to ease the pain, I
started lightly chewing her inner lips and running my tongue around them while massaging
her clit with my nose and rolling it with my thumb. Her hips started a slight slow rocking
motion and an "Mmmm!" escaped from her. For the first time, I was thinking more
of her pleasure that my hunger. But keeping my control was unbelievably difficult, not
only because she tasted so good and I needed her so badly, but because the latex heaven I
found myself in was driving me crazy. I was completely immersed in the sensuous material.
I was lying on a latex sheet, with the sexiest woman on Earth kneeling on my face totally
covered in it. As she rode my face, her latex thighs stroked my face and sides. Her rubber
covered butt rubbed my chest. My hands caressed her vulcanized body. Finally, her cape not
only closed off the outside world to me, but caressed my body as it billowed from her
gyrations. Her programming of my sexual preferences was complete. My association of latex
with sexual pleasure was total.
As I continued to massage her clit, it began to grow and I began alternately chewing,
flicking her lips with my tongue and slipping it up inside her. "Oooo!" she
moaned, and her hips moved back and forth more vigorously. I started rubbing her clit
between both thumbs while fucking her with my tongue, which, thanks to her venom's effect
on my anatomy, was now extendable to over six inches.
"Oooh, Baby!" she cried,and started fucking my face back.
Then I moved up and took her clit in my mouth. I started sucking it, moving my lips up and
down its small shaft while maintaining suction. As I did this, I alternated between
rolling the end with my tongue and nibbling it with my teeth.
"Damn!" Bianca moaned, and started grinding her sweet pussy in my face. As I
continued this action, I slipped my first two fingers inside her and started massaging her
G-spot. "Ooooh!" she sighed loudly, and her hips resumed their fucking motion
more vigorously than before.
As her moaning became louder and her hip movements more pronounced, I sensed her nearing
orgasm. I reached over to the bedside table where I keep the toys I use on my women and
found "George," a six-inch shaft type vibrator. While keeping up the actions
described above, I rolled George around in Bianca's juices 'till he was good and slick
then switched him on and slowly slipped him up her ass.
She went into high gear. Humping and grinding, she fucked my face furiously while wailing
in total abandon. She came for a good ten minutes then pulled herself off and sprawled out
on her face making satisfied cooing and purring sounds.
I let her lie there for a couple of minutes and then started lightly kissing and nibbling
Bianca's butt. I saw that the zipper between her legs ran up past her ass. I opened it all
the way. Slowly, I began to make my oral caresses more passionate and moved them more and
more towards the middle. I started licking up and down the crack and nibbling the insides
of her cheeks. Bianca started slowly wriggling her butt and raised it slightly. I took
that as an invitation and starting to delve deeper with my tongue. I reached up and pulled
down a pillow and slid it under her hips. This both gave me a better angle of attack and
spread her cheeks slightly. I slipped my tongue in and started lightly rimming her
asshole. As this rimming became more passionate, I would throw in some ass munching.
Bianca was pressing back and rolling her hips. I slipped two fingers under her and began
massaging her clit while sliding my tongue past her anus and into her dark musky hole. I
started tongue fucking her ass while giving her clit a workover. She was pushing her butt
higher and higher while burying her face in the bed and moaning loudly. Then the fucking
motion and wailing began. I was giving her my entire six inches of tongue, "going
where no tongue had ever gone before!" She came in a groaning, grinding climax that
just kept going and going.
I let Bianca calm down slightly, but this time I didn't stop, but just eased up for a
minute. I reached over into my "bag of tricks" again, and pulled out "Bad
George," a Panasonic Big Reach vibrator. I switched him on low, held him against her
clit and started a slow shallow tongue fuck of her ass. As Bianca's fucking motions got
more pronounced, my tongue action grew more rapid and deeper. She raised her ass higher in
air and started making animalistic grunting sounds. While holding Bad in place with my
right hand, I reached into my bag one last time with my left and pulled out "Big
George" a ten-inch shaft vibrator. I cranked him up and slid him up her cunt while
simultaneously flipping Bad on high and giving her ass the full six inches of tongue, hard
and fast, timing my tongue plunges to alternate with the thrusts of Big. With a vibrator
at her clit, another up her cunt, and my tongue in her ass, she was transformed into a
pure animal. She raised her ass as high as she could and started lunging and humping with
all her might. She groaned, she moaned, and she grunted louder and louder. She started
cumming over and over and her groans became one long, loud wail. Bianca couldn't stop
cumming and I wasn't going to let her. I was finally in control and I wasn't going to let
go. I had to prove to her that she needed me as much as I needed her. It was my only hope.
After thirty minutes of almost continuous orgasm, she collapsed and rolled over on her
left side. She was totally spent. She was covered in a fine sheen of perspiration, and her
wet hair was matted on her face. But she had the most contented look!
I lay down beside her on my right side. I brushed the hair from her face, held her head in
my hands and kissed her cheeks and forehead. She was totally exhausted. I turned my head
and lifted her's, placing her mouth against my throat.
"Eat Sweetheart, you need your strength."
Slowly, Bianca's lips parted and her fangs slipped out. They ever so slowly sank into my
flesh. She was so weak she barely had the strength. As her venom was excreted, the
pleasure centers in my brain started responding, and a soft warm euphoria began spreading
across my body. She weakly commenced feeding. As she consumed, Bianca started to regain
her strength, and as her sucking became more intense, so did my pleasure. My mind started
reeling. I heard her making her sounds of culinary delight. My brain exploded in one of
its mindgasms, and she slowly withdrew her fangs as promised. We embraced each other for
several minutes. One last moment of sharing before we start the final dance.