This is the second post in Rafael’s airport series, where he is sharing letters he exchanged some years ago with a blogger. He sent her erotic stories, and she replied with equally erotic letters. As before, I have translated Rafael’s Spanish text to English, using Google and polished it up a bit.
~ Marie


Hace rato que dejamos atrás la ciudad de São Paulo, íbamos en un taxi, cuyo conductor no decía palabra (no comprendo cómo no puso el grito en el cielo al verme entrar totalmente desnudo de la mano de esta mujer tan exuberante, Mari Ángela, mi Dominatrix sexual, que tiraba de mi mano), atravesando caminos que cada vez se adentraban más en la floresta, ocultos a cualquier vista indiscreta. Yo sentado en el asiento de atrás—con mi plug anal bien inserto dentro de mi culo—escociéndome ya desde hace rato, y mi cinturón de castidad para hombres, abrazando también el pene, impidiendo toda posibilidad de que este pudiera ponerse erecto. Tú ibas delante, con tu melena morena, de un oscuro, casi azabache, dándome la espalda, como una gran dama distante y a la vez lisonjera.

Al fin llegamos a un claro del bosque, después de una hora en coche. Desde que llegué al aeropuerto debía haber pasado al menos el día entero entre unas cosas y otras—aún me escocían las nalgadas que me habían propinado aquellas mujeres en el baño de señoras del aeropuerto—y ya estaba oscureciendo.
Había una gran mansión, estilo palacete neogótico, con una columnata adornada de ojivas y otros elementos florales, un porche lleno de flores del paraíso y nos esperaba al frente de la puerta de la gran casona, una mujer alta, delgada, de complexión atlética, de facciones un tanto enjutas, mirada inmóvil que parecían taladrarme— ¿Acaso estaba ya acostumbrada a que mi dama llevara a casa invitados en aquellas condiciones? —Si es así, aquella mujer me produjo un escalofrío.

Así que Mari Ángela despidió al taxista pagándole un buen fajo de billetes (debía conocerle pensé), salí del coche, totalmente desnudo como estaba, con mi plug, con mi cinturón, y con unas ganas de orinar que ya casi no podía contener.
Te lo suplico—imploré—necesito mear ahora mismo o me lo haré encima— ¡Pues háztelo encima! —fue toda tu respuesta—que te veamos como chorrea por tu pierna abajo, así Roséli (refiriéndose a la mujer que estaba de pié) podrá verte también.
Ni corto ni perezoso, dejé salir el líquido elemento, tibio, pierna abajo, ya que el pene no se podía poner erecto, allí delante de aquellas dos mujeres, delante de Roséli, la de ojos penetrantes, negros, mirándome fijamente.

Cuando terminé, Mari Ángela dio instrucciones precisas a la mujer.
Bien Roséli, llévate a este individuo a la ducha directamente, hazme el favor, y sácale el plug que lleva en su culo desde esta mañana, toma la llave para poder quitarle el cinturón de castidad también; pero antes de quitárselo quiero que le propines diez latigazos, con ese cinturón que tenemos para dar la bienvenida a nuestros huéspedes, que se vaya enterando quién manda en esta casa, yo mientras esperaré en el salón de la chimenea.
Y quiero que sepas Rafael—ahora se dirigía a mi directamente—que Roséli tiene toda mi confianza, que estarás a su disposición para lo que se le antoje, y que la obedecerás igual que a mí, en todo momento.

Y sin más preámbulos Roséli me cogió del brazo—su piel era sedosa y tremendamente morena, sus pechos pequeños pero erectos totalmente, sus piernas y su glúteos, estilizados y firmes como dos rocas—y me entró directamente en la mansión, casi en «jarras», de tal manera que no me dio tiempo a fijarme en detalles, solo la sensación de estar en una gran mansión, donde todo, absolutamente todo, estaba destinado a proporcionar placer a su moradores.

Entramos por fin al baño, y enseguida contemplo el gusto y el lujo que mi dama tiene para las cosas del hogar. Tenía una gran bañera redonda preparada frente a mí, con pétalos de flores flotando en el agua que humeaba un poco por la temperatura supongo, un delicioso olor a incienso perfumaba el ambiente, y una luz tenue que aportaban al menos cien velas repartidas por toda la estancia, proporcionando un clímax que invitaba a relajarse y olvidarse del todo. Todo parecía perfecto, pero… ¡Un momento un momento! ¡Horror! Acababa de recordar la última instrucción que Mari Ángela había dado a Roséli.


De repente siento como esta, me agarra de un brazo, tira de él hacia arriba y me lo engancha a una argolla que abraza mi muñeca, en la pared, inmediatamente iza el otro y lo apresa igualmente, y quedo de repente con los dos brazos en alto, expuesto y completamente indefenso ante la mirada penetrante de aquella excitante e inquietante mujer. Acto seguido se dirigió hacia un lado del baño donde colgaba un cinturón de cuero largo, un tanto corto—para poder manejarlo mejor con la mano—y bastante ancho.

Rafael asks: “How sexy do you see me in panties?”

–Ponte contra la pared—me increpó enérgicamente Roséli—obedecí inmediatamente, ante aquella mujer intrigante.
Aquello no me lo esperaba. Empecé a recordar que yo estaba allí por Mari Ángela, por los relatos tan excitantes que habíamos intercambiado durante un año por correo electrónico, porque nos habíamos puesto de acuerdo en las condiciones de los roles que habríamos de desempeñar en este primer encuentro real, en su ciudad natal, ella de dominación y yo de sumisión, y que al siguiente encuentro, en Madrid, intercambiaríamos los roles, porque a los dos nos gustaba experimentar ambos papeles, para disfrutar en todas las ‘posiciones’ posibles, en esto del sexo. Estaba allí hechizado por una mujer que tenía un cuerpo envidiable que me dejaba absorto ante la contemplación de las imágenes, que nos enviábamos mutuamente; y entre los detalles que más me fascinaban, que me dejaban extasiado, eran el vello tan negro que tenía en sus axilas y su pubis, sin depilar… Y me preguntaba cómo había acabado en manos de esta otra mujer, totalmente desconocida para mi, la ama de llaves o yo que sé qué función cumplía en esta casa…

CONTINUARÁ…


A while ago we left the city of São Paulo behind. We were in a taxi, and the driver did not say a word (I do not understand how he did not cry out to the sky when he saw me enter totally naked by the hand of this exuberant woman, Mari Angela, my Sexual Dominatrix, who was holding my hand). We were crossing paths that each time went deeper into the forest, hidden from any prying eyes. Me sitting in the back seat — with my butt plug well inserted into my ass — itching for a long time, and my chastity belt for men, also hugging the penis, preventing any possibility that it could become erect. You went ahead, with your dark, almost jet-black hair, turning your back on me, like a distant and at the same time flattering great lady.

We finally reached a clearing in the forest, after an hour’s drive. Since I got to the airport, I must have spent at least the whole day hovering between different feelings — the spankings that those women had given me in the airport ladies’ room still stung me — and it was already getting dark.

There was a large mansion, neo-gothic mansion style, with a colonnade adorned with warheads and other floral elements, a porch full of flowers of paradise. A tall, slim woman with an athletic complexion was waiting for us in front of the door of the great house, with somewhat lean features, immobile gaze that seemed to pierce me— Was she already used to my lady bringing guests home in these conditions?

“If so, that woman gave me a chill.”

So Mari Angela fired the taxi driver by paying him a good wad of bills (she must have known him, I thought). I got out of the car, totally naked as I was, with my plug, with my belt, and with a desire to urinate that I could hardly contain.

I beg you — I implored — I need to piss right now or I’ll take it on myself— Well, take it on yourself! —Was all your answer — that we see you as it drips down your leg, so Roséli (referring to the woman who was standing) will be able to see you too.

Neither shy nor embarrassed, I let out the element liquid, warm, lower leg, since the penis could not be made erect, there in front of those two women, in front of Roséli, the one with penetrating, black eyes, staring at me.

When I finished, Mari Angela gave the woman precise instructions.

Well Roséli, take this guy directly to the shower, do me a favor, and take out the plug that he has been wearing in her ass since this morning, take the key to be able to remove the chastity belt as well; But before taking it off I want you to give him ten lashes, with that belt we have to welcome our guests, let him find out who’s boss in this house, while I’ll wait in the fireplace room.

And I want you to know Rafael — now she was addressing me directly — that Roséli has all my trust, that you will be at her disposal for whatever she wants, and that you will obey her just like me, at all times.

And without further ado, Roséli took me by the arm — her skin was silky and tremendously brown, her breasts small but totally erect, her legs and buttocks, slim and firm as two rocks — and she entered me directly into the mansion, almost in a jog, in such a way that I did not have time to pay attention to details, only the sensation of being in a great mansion, where everything, absolutely everything, was destined to provide pleasure to its inhabitants.

We finally go into the bathroom, and I immediately contemplate the taste and luxury that my lady has for things at home. I had a large round bathtub prepared in front of me, with flower petals floating in the water that steamed a bit from the temperature I suppose, a delicious smell of incense perfumed the atmosphere, and a soft light that was provided by at least a hundred candles scattered throughout the room, providing a climax that invited you to relax and forget about everything. Everything seemed perfect, but… Wait a minute! Horror! I had just remembered the last instruction that Mari Angela had given Roséli.

Suddenly I feel like this, she grabs me by one arm, pulls it up and hooks it to a ring that hugs my wrist, on the wall, immediately she lifts the other and catches it equally, and I am suddenly left with both arms up high, exposed and completely defenseless before the penetrating gaze of that exciting and disturbing woman. Then she went to the side of the bathroom where hung a long leather belt, a bit short — to be able to handle it better with the hand — and quite wide.

“Get against the wall,” Roséli told me energetically. I obeyed immediately, before that intriguing woman.

That was not what I expected. I began to remember that I was there for Mari Angela, for the exciting stories that we had exchanged for a year by email, because we had agreed on the conditions of the roles that we would have to play in this first real meeting, in her hometown, she of domination and I of submission, and that the next meeting, in Madrid, we would exchange roles, because we both liked to experience both roles, to enjoy in all possible ‘positions’, in this sex.

I was there, enchanted by a woman who had an enviable body that left me absorbed in the contemplation of the images, which we sent to each other; and among the details that most fascinated me, that left me ecstatic, were the hair so black that she had in her armpits and her pubis, without waxing … And I wondered how she had ended up in the hands of this other woman, totally unknown to me, the housekeeper or who knew what role she fulfilled in this house…

TO BE CONTINUED…


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9 thoughts on “Airport (2a) by Rafael

    1. Certainly, the temperature of history is going to rise. Don’t miss the next chapters and my personal images.
      Thanks for reading and commenting.

  1. Sounds like a remarkable time is to come. I think these mistresses (and perhaps the housekeeper) have a few tricks up their sleeves 🙂

    1. Sure, Mrs. K.
      Those Mistress are going to behave in a very naughty and perverted way with Rafael.
      Thanks for reading and commenting.

    1. I like that you like history. I admit that I am not good at writing stories, but of course I do not lack imagination lol. Thanks for sharing my work Marie. 😊

  2. I like that you like history. I admit that I am not good at writing stories, but of course I do not lack imagination lol. Thanks for sharing my work Marie. 😊

    1. I am excited that the imagination that I pour into the story captures you. As we move forward, things are going to get hotter. 😊I hope the google translator makes a good translation of my Spanish

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