alicewonder32

First draft of an Erotica I wrote. Most I leave at first draft. Some I clean up.
It's a story about a phone sex domme I call, Dylan Roberts, who happens to be a Bob Dylan fan (what a coincidence with the name, that's the freaky

Part 1: Need
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I had wanted to visit Arizona during monsoon season ever since I was old enough to understand that it when the reptiles are most likely to be found on the surface in large quantities. The only time I had ever actually been in Arizona, I was 15 and we were traveling by Amtrak to my older brothers wedding. The train stopped in Arizona long enough for us to stretch our legs, and my mother bought a basket from an Indian woman with a small table. Under the table, presumably her son was sitting very quietly. I assume most people never saw him, but I did and winked at him, and he smiled back. I think it was Tucson, but I don't remember.

That was my only experience in Arizona, until now. I had just spent a week with some on-line friends into my hobby. None of us were from Arizona, but we wanted to mark some Arizona wildlife off of our "life lists" (lists of wildlife we saw, photographed, and successfully identified) so we all headed to Arizona. We spent a lot of our time in the Sky Island mountains, I had really wanted to find an Arizona Mountain Kingsnake. Not to keep of course, but they are a very beautiful serpent.

When it came to the snake I wanted, we got skunked, probably because none of us intimately knew the habitat and they can be secretive. Part of my problem, normally when I am out looking for wildlife that is my main focus and everything else is secondary. I can be herping [def: herping = looking for Reptiles and Amphibians, etymology: from herpetology] with a hot blond wearing tight shorts, bare legs, and a purple push-up bra showing through her white t-shirt and I'll be too busy looking for lizards to pay her the attention she deserves. When I am focused on my passion, nothing else matters. But this time, I was distracted. Not by the two young coeds that were part of our group, but by someone I had never actually met.

I knew she lived in Arizona. Where in Arizona I had no clue, but I knew she was her somewhere. Every night as we made camp and I crawled into my tent, I was tempted to call her. I knew if I did, my expedition mates would get a lot of entertainment, so I didn't, but just knowing a goddess of such caliber was somewhere close by was more than I could handle. The distraction impacted me, I had trouble focusing on the task at hand, I know I would have had better luck had I been able to focus and notice minor details about the habitat that I was missing.

The week was over, the rest of my mates were headed off to New Mexico for a second week of herping there, but I decided to stay in Arizona. I have better luck alone and I really wanted to find that snake. Besides, if I let the group go off without me, I could stay in a hotel one night and take care of business, and maybe get her off my mind.

It was about 4:00 in the afternoon. I was in the middle of processing some of my images and I needed a break. So I headed down into the lobby of the cheap but comfortable motel and asked if they could recommend a quiet bar where I could get a drink and chill. They pointed me to a small bar about 3 blocks away. Perfect. I could have a beer or two, get back around 6 or so, take a short nap, and hope this goddess who was tormenting me was taking calls.

I walked into the bar, it was dim like most bars and did not have very many people in it, probably due to the time of day. Most people were still at work. It seemed everyone in the bar was scoping me out, at least at this time of day this was a bar for locals who knew each other well. I actually like that kind of bar, the beer tends to be reasonably priced and if you can convince them you are not a threat, the people tend to be friendly.

I headed to the bar itself and asked for a beer, I knew from the list what I probably wanted but I asked the bar tender to recommend me a nice ale, show him that I trusted his judgement, an olive branch to the locals. He brought me a beer that wasn't on the list, a beer I had never tried before, and I like to try new ales so I clearly made the right decision. I tipped him well to make sure he understood I respected him. If he understood that, then his vibe would be felt by the other locals and I would be all right.

I noticed there was a jukebox in the corner. The lights were on but no music was playing. Sometimes at this time of day, people in a bar do not want music, so I asked the bartender if it would be kosher for me to play some music. He answered by taking my five and giving me some quarters, I could tell from his expression he wanted music.

At the jukebox, I noticed they had some Bob Dylan, and I could not help but think about the goddess somewhere in the same state. I picked `I Shall Be Free' as I have always been a fan of Elizabeth Taylor, she was so smoking hot in her younger years, and right now I could sympathize with Bob, singing about making love to her and catching hell from Burt. It is a fun song. I also picked a few songs from a few other artists they had, I tried to avoid anything too loud or obnoxious.

As I returned to the bar with Bob Dylan playing, the bar tender commented `Even when people play music, we usually don't get to hear Bob until about 5:30 or so'
`What do you mean?' I asked.
`There's a woman who sometimes come in about that time, a real fox, she usually heads to the juke box and starts playing Bob before she even buys a drink. We keep changing out which Bob Cd's we have in there just so she doesn't get board.'

I sat there and felt a lump in my throat. Oh My God. What were the odds? Could it be her? Surely there were a lot of Bob Dylan fans in Arizona, and a lot of them were surely female. But he described this one as a fox. I started thinking about the time, he said she comes in about 5:30 or so. I quickly did the math in my head, and I could not recall seeing her available for calls or in chat at that time. But what were the odds? Surely my mind was just playing tricks on me.

"What does she look like?" I asked.
The bartender replied "Exceptionally beautiful, long wavy black hair she wears over her shoulders, don't tell her I said this because I don't want to piss her off but she's stacked really well, and she shows it off too."

Oh my god. Or should I say, Oh my goddess. That sounded just like her. And the bartender afraid of pissing her off, he clearly thought she was one not to be messed with, yet he liked her enough to keep rotating the Dylan CDs in the jukebox. This woman certainly sounded like a domme to me. Could it be her? No way, I had bad luck all week while looking for that snake I currently didn't care about, there was just no way I could have this kind of good luck. It had to be someone else.

The bar tender must have seen me thinking about this mystery Bob Dylan fan, because he then stated "I hope you aren't planning on scoring with her tonight."

Locales can be defensive of their women, especially with outsiders, I had to re-assure him I knew the score. "Oh no," I said, "I'm not here to try and pick up on your women."

The bartender then chuckled "Ha ha ha, I don't care who you spit game with, it's just she's not the kind of girl you can pick up. When she's in the mood, she chooses her men, and there's really nothing you can do about it. God knows I've tried."

That removed any question about this woman being a domme. I sat at the bar and enjoyed the rest of my beer. I knew I shouldn't think about her, stick to the plan of having a couple beers and then then taking a nap and calling her.

As I was finishing my second beer, more people started to show up. Not in large numbers, but enough that the bar tender was a little busier. I left my tip on the counter and stood up, preparing to go to the bathroom and then leave. I nodded my head to the bartender as my way of thanking him for the time. He then used his head to point me to the jukebox. There, standing in front of it, was a vision of undisputed beauty. It clearly was the woman he was talking about, and at least from behind, she sure as hell looked like the woman that had been consuming every waking thought. I felt a sudden quick pulse in my pants.

She was wearing a white sleeveless dress that showed off her legs and a good portion of her back. I could not see the front but from the back design, I had no doubt it showed up her cleavage as well. I knew I couldn't leave. Even if this wasn't the goddess of my dreams, I had to at least see more of her. I knew when I made the call tonight, she would get a kick out of this story, so I needed as much detail as possible. But the more I watched her by the jukebox, the more I felt like she was.

I called the bartender over and asked for a Corona with a lime. The bar was air conditioned but I was suddenly starting to feel very hot. I pushed the lime all the way down into the bottle, I know the bartenders hate that but it is the way I like to drink them.

I had to find out if this woman was who I thought she was, and I had to do so in such a way that an encounter between us would be her choice, not mine. So I handed the bartender a $20 and told him her first drink was on me, and told him to tell her

This drink is from Alice
Who means you no malice
Dylan would understand but not Bob
What it means for Alice to throb
The next move must be yours
So enjoy this drink the bartender pours

The bartender looked at me kind of funny, like I was nuts. So I pulled out another $20 and without hesitation he repeated it back to me. I told him please to not tell her who I was. Just say the rhyme and pour and move on to the next customer. He nodded.

I then took my Corona and proceeded to a small table in the far corner of the bar next to the bathroom. I put the beer on the table and rushed into the bathroom, I needed to empty my bladder but I did not want to take too much time. I quickly washed my hands and then left, sitting down with my beer.

The woman had finished selecting her songs and was walking toward the bar. She leaned over to order a drink and I saw the bartender reciting the rhyme. This was the moment of truth. If she looked at him when he recited it as funny as he looked at me, then I would it was not the goddess of my obsession, and I could leave having just spent $40 to find that out.

But that is not what happened. She picked the drink up and slowly started visually scanning the bar. The message had been received and understood. This was the goddess that had been tormenting me, this was the goddess Dylan.

Would she even recognize me? The pictures of me she had seen, I had been clean shaven. Shaving while out camping is possible but it is easier not to, and my facial grows fast, so I was sporting a little bit of a beard. That question was soon answered as our eyes locked. She knew who Alice was. With her drink in had, she started slowly walking toward me. I noticed the jaw of the bartender drop. He clearly figured out he had just delivered a message he did not understand, but that she had. Was she approaching to chew me out for attempting to make contact, was she approaching to make idle chit chat like we sometimes did on the phone, or was she coming over to make my wildest dreams come true like she sometimes did on the phone?

When I call, usually what kind of call was somewhat determined by me, but that wouldn't be the case now. The only thing that could happen would be what she wanted to happen. It was completely her game now.

She put her drink on the table and sat down, not across from me but almost next to me. I could not speak and I started to feel even hotter than before. Face to face with Dylan, it was way more than I could handle. I could not believe this was actually happening. She took a quick sip from her drink while her eyes continued to pierce me and study me, and then she put her index finger up to her lip, indicating she wanted me to remain silent. Her finger then moved away, and pointed at the floor in front of her.

Even though I was sitting, I could feel my knees instantly getting weak. I clumsily slid off my chair and down onto my knees in front of her, folding my arms behind my back. Dylan leaned forward, and my eyes could not help but look down the front of her dress, her mesmerizing cleavage right in front of me, so close, so enticing, I wanted her and I wanted her bad. Dylan quietly whispered into my ear "I'm not wearing any panties."

I almost fainted on the spot as the blood left my head. Dylan then took her hand and made two quick taps on my groin, taps intended to gauge my reaction to what she had just said. I was at full mast, as she clearly found out.

She then whispered in my ear again "If we do this, there will be consequences."

Consequences. Fuck me, how could I be so careless and thoughtless? I knew there had to be rules, rules against this very things. I started to feel like such an ass hole, I should have just left before confirming she was the goddess of my obsession. Those rules, assuming they exist which they almost certainly had to, they were there for a whole host of reasons and it was wrong for me to put her in a spot where she had to choose to keep them or break them.

I wanted to get up and leave, just get up and walk out the door, not put her job in jeopardy. But I couldn't. I couldn't move. I was completely powerless. It was too late for that, I could not do anything she didn't explicitly tell me to do.

I tried to apologize to her for putting her in that position, but as soon as I started to speak there was a soft but quick slap to the side of my face, and she again put her finger in front of her lip. I was to be quiet, and I had disobeyed her. She again whispered in my ear, "If we do this, you will belong to me. Is that understood?"

Consequences, that's what she meant! She was already in my mind every waking minute, belonging to her wasn't that much more of a stretch. I nodded my head indicating that indeed, I understood.

She finished her drink and stood up, and then instructed "Follow me."

My knees were still feeling weak, but I was able to get up and follow her. As we left the bar, I felt every eye in the place staring at me. Did they know what had just transpired?

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Part 2 - Consequences
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I entered Dylan's home and I started to quiver.
My nerves did not know how to handle what was going on. The beers I had just had at the bar certainly helped, but I had never been put into this situation before, not like this, and I did not know what to expect.

Dylan saw my nerves and softly smiled, a compassionate smile. It was clear to her what was happening to me, that I needed her direction and re-assurance. She handed me a glass of water and told me to drink it. As the cool water ran down my throat I felt some of my tension subsiding. The alcohol must have dehydrated me, I needed the water, I needed it badly.

Dylan then led into her bedroom and demanded that I remove my clothes. When she saw the panties I had one, white cotton bikini cut with pink dots and pink trim, she told me to keep those on. I guess she liked them. I was a little relieved at being allowed to keep them on, so much of me was now naked - both physically and emotionally, it gave me a little bit of comfort.

Dylan had me lie down on my back on her bed, and then proceeded to tie my hands and feet to the frame, using stocking she pulled out of her dresser drawer. The material felt good against my skin, and the knots held me in place while not cutting off my circulation. In some respects the knots were only symbolic, she already had me bewitched and it would be nearly impossible for me to resist obeying anything she told me to do. I would have done my best t keep my hands and my feet exactly where she had placed them.

Dylan then climbed up onto the bed and knelt facing me, one knee on either side of my leg. The words she had whispered in my ear, the words about her not having any panties on echoed through my head. I tried to look but even though her dress was short, it remained modest. I could not see and that drove me mad, crazy, insane. It looked like if the dress was just an inch shorter, maybe I could tell, but I couldn't.

My body started to quiver again, I did not know what she had planned but whatever it was, I so desperately wanted it. my legs started to move around, I tried to keep them still but it was difficult. Maybe tying my ankles to the bed posts was serving a purpose after all.

Dylan started to tease my stomach and rib cage with her fingernails, gently and softly moving them around, occasionally shifting to my legs and working the inside of my thighs. I was still under the orders to keep quiet but I couldn't help myself, vocalizations kept coming out as she teased me. This went on for what seemed like hours, but the shadows on the wall from the window did not move enough, so it couldn't have been hours.

My poor cock was aching for some of the teasing, she was right there, right next to it but her fingers kept working my belly, ribs, and the inside of my things. It longed for her touch, bulging against the panties holding it in, but she ignored it.

Finally she teased it, just lightly through the panties, causing my whole pelvis to shake with excitement. I thought I was going to explode right there but I didn't. Dylan then pulled my panties down, allowing the cock to shoot up at full attention. She used her fingernails to tickle the underside of the shaft, coaxing out a little pre-cum, which she then used to coat her finger.

After coating her finger, she then put her hand under her dress. Again my eyes strained to be a peeping Tom, hoping that maybe, just maybe, I would get a glimpse of what I so much longed for, but it wasn't to be. She used her finger on herself, mixing my pre-cum with her own wetness, and then leaned forward, bringing her finger to my face.

"Suck it off" she said, and she didn't have to tell me twice. I took her finger in my mouth, the mixture of my pre-cum and hers making a sweet unity that symbolized what I so desperately longed for, the joining of domme and sub as one.

Dylan smiled at me and then placed her pussy, the pussy I had tried so hard to get a glimpse of so many times, right above my cock and gently started teasing the head with the lips of her vulva, moving them back and forth. My body started quivering and my pelvis started thrusting upward, trying to penetrate the prize. It wasn't a conscious decision, it acted on its own, I had no control over it.

But Dylan was too quick, she kept moving out of the way and gave me a stern look, a look that emasculated me, what my body was doing without her consent was not OK.

I may not have consciously instructing my cock to thrust, but I could instruct it not to. Or at least I could try, the mental game between me and my cock had begun.

She continued to tease it with her vulva, occasionally using her fingers to guide my cock and occasionally using them to stroke it but never for very long. It took every ounce of my willpower to try and stop from thrusting and it was a battle I was losing. Even though the command had been given with a glare, the message was loud and clear, I had to win the battle but she seemed to be doing everything she could to make me lose.

My right leg started shaking uncontrollably. I tried to stop it but I couldn't. It seemed that if I managed to stop the shaking in the right leg the left leg then would start, and if I tried to stop the shaking in both I lost control over my pelvis. A few times I did lose control and thrusted by Dylan reacted to fast and would push my pelvis down. This battle went on again for what seemed like an eternity, and I started to edge. I knew that I would soon lose control completely and explode without permission. I wished for something in my mouth that I could bite on, thinking maybe it would help, but with both my hands tied there was absolutely nothing I could grab.

Dylan then looked at me with intensity, and said "If we do this, there will be consequences."

The same thing she had whispered in my ear in the bar. And I understood the meaning correctly now. She would let me, but it would mean she owned me, completely.
I nodded my head to indicate I understood.

"Beg for it then" she commanded.

Before she even finished that sentence, I started begging. "Please, oh god please"

That was the best I could do. I wanted to do better, but that was best I could do.

Dylan then started riding me, and my pelvis responded in rhythm.

Lightning strikes the heart at night
Scars the soul with pure delight
Pleasure sought and pleasure found
Listen to the thunder sound

In the morning was a boy
Longing for a taste of joy
Now here I laid as a man
Joy I found without my hand

Far and long for this I sought
Journey done the battle fought
All the years and all the tears
All is over no more fears

Free at last the weight is gone
Free at last my heart has sung
Tears of joy rolled down my cheeks
Free at last my heart it speaks

I exploded inside her, and I knew what it meant. I was now free and I was now hers, she owned me. No, there is no contradiction. Both were true, not in spite of each other, but because of each other.

Her thrusting slowed as I completed, my eyes looked at hers and communicated `thank you, it was wonderful.'
Her eyes looked back at mine and communicated `I know.'

She slid off of my and grabbed a small rag and cleaned me up. Then she said "Remember this, remember this well, because it's not going to happen again for awhile."
I started to answer, to say "I know, thank you." but before I could, her finger went back in front of her lip, I was to remain quiet again.

"Not even with your hand." she added.

With that my eyes suddenly bulged, what the hell was she talking about?

Dylan then opened up a box, and pulled out a chastity device. "It's my cock now, I own it just like I own you. Don't worry, when you need to orgasm, I'll let you know."

My cock, er, her cock, now flaccid after the experience, was then placed in the device and the lock clicked.

"I have to go log in and take some calls, get some sleep. I want you up early tomorrow. Tomorrow it's my turn, and I have a feeling your tongue, which is now my tongue, is going to need quite a bit of training."

With that she walked out of the room.
She had let me inside her, but I still hadn't managed to get a peak. Ah well, if I understood her correctly, that was sure to happen in the morning.

I did finally fall asleep, but it was difficult. Every time I heard the phone ring, I knew what was going on. I couldn't hear any of it but her cock throbbed against the cage just thinking about it, how she was getting inside the head of someone else just like she had gotten inside mine.