Stella Maris is into S.M. Pt. 05

First four are on our first full year as a couple, culminating in her willing submission to various forms of discipline in role-play, mainly by some serious spanking during our hot holiday on a nudist beach on the isle of Corsica back in '77. Next Spring and Summer we spent again with study breaks in France, using holiday homes her folks temporarily owned.

Remarkable was her complete lack of sexual faithfulness, for which I punished her by restrictions of her freedom to go out on her own or with girlfriends. And by hitting her bottom hard, even if it was still sore from earlier domestic disciplining. Clearly she had become a big fan of being my 'bottom', knowing well she would pay for that by getting her beautiful boy-ish bottom burning and badly bruised.

Not all our sessions lead to hard S. M. for my Stella Maris. One softer, sweet occasion was when she wanted to practise her ballet training more than the weekly session of an hour under the expert eye of her elderly lady trainer. To help her out, I had covered one wall of our student dorm room with mirrors and a barre for her spreads and tip-toe exercises. She paid back my efforts by training fully nude in our room. My task was to adjust her position in all dear and daring details, which I had picked up from watching her weekly official practise many times, waiting to bring her back home with me.

Watching her work-outs never failed to excite me. She easily noticed my arousal by the bulge in my pair of pants. Which turned on her as well. I could tell by seeing how her nipples stiffened at her firm tits, while her tasty tease teen snatch got wet and hot. Her ballet belle moves never lasted the full hour she had planned, as our mutual seduction took over soon. We would climb into the double bed I had built under the ceiling for an impromptu number. Sometimes '69', but mostly in her favourite position of laying on her belly, her long legs spread by my knees for my ample access to penistrate her, whilst she used few fingers of her right hand to caress her clit into a fast orgasm to co-incede with mine, as I shot my wad deep inside her.

After some months waiting she got her own room on our dorm. Which did not satisfy her for long. As she did not feel free to fornicate with guys of her liking, she opted to rent a very large luxury apartment at one of canals in old town of Amsterdam, which she shared with another student of our floor, who was like wax in her hands, as most of the students who had met her and could admire her bodily beauties as she bathed or dressed.

When we stopped to be an official couple, one of my best friends, Luis, a Spanish 'Casanova', who had fled his hometown for Amsterdam in times of Franco dictatorship, finally found occasion to mate her. In his opinion she had the most beautiful breasts he had ever felt. It was there, at Prinsengracht, above to pancake rerstaurant, where her first threesome took place, with Luis and her new roomie Menno, the medical student, we'd shared a holiday with on his family posession, a small stroke of land on foot of Mount Canigou in the Pyrennees. in the summer of '78.

Already at our dorm student floor she had met Marina, who often visited her boyfriend Paul, who had gotten a room there. They had met in their first year in Dutch Linguistics. His folks owned a double deck houseboat at a lake not far from Amsterdam, where she became his lover. Soon she also became a lover of Meile, another ex-boyfriend of Marina.

At that houseboat we would sunbath naked, only getting into swimsuits for some sailing in one of several boats, like the tradional wooden Valk (Falcon) with number 42, dating back to before the war. One afternoon there, Paul and Stella Maris had gone downstairs - for their first sex, as I soon would find out, and for which I would duely punish her, by caning her sinful sexy bums. I was upstairs at the upper sun deck with Marina. She started to complain about my eyeing her love lips for longer than she thought was proper for someone, who had not mated her... Not yet.

I told her why I stared at her crotch: "Your cunt looks like mess with your inner lips wrinkled up, all outside your outer lips. But I can imagine how it could look proper, if you can fedge me a needle and a thread. I also want you to wear sexy long stockings without suspenders." Marina got curious for what I might be up to and did as I asked.

My first beauty-salon sex servive. I started to spread her love lips wide in a more or less permanent fashion by sewing the outer border of her inner lips stitch by stitch to the elastic belt high up her tasty thighs. When I was done, her pussy was fully open and exposed, which made her look like 'ready-to-use' for any interested passing-by sailor. My interesting intimate idea and entire erotic operation had made her shiny wet inside and all the more attractive. Which had its effect on my erection. No matter who could watch us or not, I was eager to be the first visitor of her visibly open vagina, tasting and trying her first by my long tongue. Next probing its depth by my longest finger. Soon I was breeding her balls deep. Squeezing her big bungling boobs, I ordered her to finger her clit, as I wanted her cunt's muscles to milk my manhood till my semen shot up all the way to the entrance of her uterus. Just as my Stella Maris, Marina loved to be sexually used and abused, including a fancy for fierce flogging.

Back to the days Stella Maris lived at Prinsengracht above the pancake provider

One evening, looking for new sex adventures, she went for a drink in the bar at the corner, next to that pancake place. She took a stool at the counter next to a bearded regular customer. She agreed to take the same drink as he had, a double Scotch.

He turned out to be the owner of the houseboat just across her place and that bar. Soon she accepted his invitation inside his long living-room. He had her unbuckle his big black leather belt, take it out, fold it, and hand it back to him. He next ordered her to kneel down and get hold of his manhood to suck him till it got wooden. He told her to undress completely and bend over for his intimate inspection.

The experienced man had read in her eyes her longing for sexual submissiveness and being used or abused. Which was what he did. When she told me lof her adventure, I did not ask for details. The setting was clear enough. Unlike all those sex sessions with me, her satisfaction was not a part of the game he was interested in. Anyway, he used her all night. Belting her bottom before bonking her hard. Morning had broken, like herself almost, when she climbed back up the stairs to her apartment on the first floor.

A few months later she could move in with Marina, her best friend from times back at our dorm. Her former boyfriend Paul had left back to his rich folks in Rotterdam, where his father had fallen seriously ill. Stella Maris took a small bedroom at the attic, which she painted pink. In her 'pink period' there, every little detail was pink, from the sheets on her bed to the little ashtray for when we smoked some joints with mariuana or hash. We became lovers again, more or less a couple, although I never wore any pink things. I'd rather be naked with her anyway.

Later that year both S. M. and Marina went for their summer holidays, only to find out on coming back that their place had burned down. Stella Maris found temporary housing in a school occupied by squatters, where she got a large room on the first floor. One afternoon, I was waiting on top of the stairs for her to come back. Which she did, crawling those stairs on all fours. She hardly could walk, after being flogged, fornicated and used extremely hard and long by a new lover, who was even more mean than her houseboat Harm-Jan had been half a year earlier.

In such a state she was not attractive to me at all. Being a Dom myself, I prefer to cause bruising by myself before having her as a love-doll once more. The very last time we actually mated, was in november '80, when she visited me immediately after flying back from Glasgow, where Meile had gone for a year of his academic English literature studies. She sat in my armchair, pulled her lovely looking long legs up, her sexy slip down, to show me her pussy. She had shaven her snatch for very first time with his help. Her hairs only a few millimeters, it was my first - almost - bald pussy ever. I did not fancy to eat her out under her stubs.

Back in the seventies, I knew of no girls who shaved completely down there. Only in the eightiers it became a habit. Sign of the times: economic hardship, hence skirts got shorter, and bald 'virginesque' velvet vaginas once more 'en vogue', just like the skinny models in times of 'Twiggy'.

Anyway, she was wet and hot, which got me a heavy hard-on to pump her up. Last time I made love to her, and came inside her. Not long after, she pulled her panties back up, kissed me goodbye and left. She soon went to live in Rotterdam. First with Paul, till he became a junkie. Next she looked for other boys from upper middle class to hook up with. She wrote me a few mails till she had to change her provider. We had lost contact for good, unlike my predictions of a few years earlier. I never saw her again.

A later friend of mine had become lover of Marina around '83 or early in '84. He had seen Stella Maris a few times at Marina. According to him, she had put on quite some weight, as soon Marina did as well. Luckily not with me. My sexy submissivess should be as smart as slim. Amen.