The Kinks

I went to a networking mixer with one of my good friends. It was something along the lines of a new designer put together a mix, massage, and mingle event. It was nice. The designer had some nice pieces to offer and the crowd was full of people from all over this great city. We did our thing working the room and talking to everybody, ensuring not a person left without A. our business cards and B. having spoken with us briefly.

“I’m going to make sure our names are on the list for the complimentary massage,” Jessie informed me.

“Okay girl. No problem!” I said. I was never one to say no to a massage, much less a free one.

Still working our magic in the room, we got into an interesting and entertaining conversation with Linda, the associate editor of Femme Fatale magazine, a publication for the free spirited female entrepreneur. She was one of those people that commanded attention. When she started a conversation, you couldn’t help but to listen and interact. Our conversation started with something as minute as the strawberries on the fruit platter, but somehow we traveled to topics including being independent vs. being interdependent…

“You know most women don’t actually know the difference. They are so strung out on this notion of being ‘independent’ that they neglect to realize that it is the reason they are single." When you find yourself in a relationship, the term ‘independent’ doesn’t exist because you have to rely so heavily on your mate. Thus making you inter-dependent,” She expressed.

Jessie and I were so intrigued by the concept because we literally walked into the event discussing the topic.

Our conversation was on a roadtrip to various topics. We made a stop to the sexually free discussion when Linda asked us what it means to be sexually free or liberated.

“So ladies, let me pose this question to you. What does it mean to you to be sexually liberated?” She asked.

“Well, to be sexually liberated means that you have to be sexually open minded as well. You have to free your mind of what society wants you to think is sexy or taboo and what you morally think is sexy or taboo.But the problem lies in how society has us so conformed we can’t differentiate our morals from theirs,” Jessie, Ms. Sexually Liberated, expressed.

“I can agree with you but in order to be sexually liberated you do have to break down the societal walls…and I can honestly say that I have yet to break down much in that department. What about you Linda?” I asked.

“Well ladies, to me to be sexually liberated means taking responsibility for your sexuality and knowing what you like vs. what society wants you to like. I fully agree with Jessie in her definition of sexual liberation. When I started my journey in exploring the concept, I took many adventures. My adventures include men, women, and those in between and I am not afraid to admit that. But in order for me to be comfortable with the concept I, myself, had to explore it on my own,” stated Linda.

We agreed with her. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to take the plunge in sexual exploration but I had definitely given it some thought before. I agreed with myself that if the opportunity presented itself, that I would be open minded in researching it.

“Jessie Hernandez? The masseuse is ready for you,” said the hostess.

“Well, ladies. I have to go enjoy being rubbed down. Try not to miss me too much,” Jessie said with sass as she walked away.

“So Ms. Linda, how did you come up with the idea for Femme Fatale Magazine?” I asked.

“Well, Femme Fatale started as an online blog about 5 years ago,” she began.

“I was in my journalism class and our senior project was to create a new publication not before seen. My idea was to create a magazine geared towards women, 21-55, that wasn't about fashion or beauty or the like, but catered to the woman of the 21st century, the female entrepreneur,” she stated.

“I definitely got an A on the project, but I didn’t want to just leave it as some project that I did in college and decided to turn it into an online blog. I was lucky because when I started it, it was before blogs got really popular. It became successful being that I had the chance to interview some remarkable women and had other great women contribute. After it ran through its course of being a blog, I took the funding I received from the blog and with the help of some notable friends and associates it became the magazine you see today,” she said, a smile of accomplishment riddled on her face.

I was so enamored with this woman and hearing the story of how one of the greatest and truest magazines came to fruition made me want to fall in love with her. I get so inspired by women who work hard to ensure that their dreams are realized. I am even more inspired when they do it mostly by themselves.

“Oh. My. God. Win. That was the BEST mini massage that I have EVER experienced in my life. Girl, I damn near had an orgasm right there in the chair,” Jessie embellished.

“Ha Ha! That must’ve been one helluva massage! I can’t wait to get mine.” I stated to her excitedly.

“Girl, they have the mood already ready for you before you even get in there. They have the lights low, candles light, soft music, aromatherapy going. And then when they speak to you it sounds ‘Just. Like. This.’” Jessie said making her voice soft and soothing.

“Oh my goodness it was magical,” she gushed.

“Winnie Adams? The masseuse is ready for you,” the hostess called.

I was elated. After listening to Jessie go on and on about how wonderful the massage was and how magical the ambience was, I was running to get to the massage room to experience it for myself.

“You’ll be in room 3, right here to the left. The masseuse will enter in about a minute. Just get comfortable and relax,” the hostess told me as she ushered me to my room.

I entered the room, Jessie was right. The room was light by candle light creating a sensual glow around the room. Soft music was playing. It wasn’t quite jazz, but it definitely had a calming melody. The room smelled like lavender and rose oil. My senses were in over drive. I couldn’t wait until the masseuse made his grand entrance.

I took off my coat and set my purse down on the available table next to the massage chair. I placed myself on the waiting massage chair and got comfortable. I heard a knock on the door and someone entered in.

The masseuse entered in exactly one minute, just like the hostess said he would.

“Good evening. I’ll be your masseuse this evening. I want you to clear your mind and let the world go,” said a female voice.

I wasn’t all that comfortable with having feminine hands on my body, but it was a free massage and Jessie said that it was magical. So I gave her a try. I let my mind be clear and tried my best to relax.

“I’m going to get some chamomile and lavender oil for your massage today. It will help you to relax and open your senses,” she said, “Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth.”

I relax into the chair and allow my senses to be taken away by the candles, the music, the oils, and the experience.

She starts by gently massaging my neck, providing pressure in all the right spots. I carry most of my stress in my neck; everything that she is doing makes me moan a little to myself.

“Is the pressure okay? Do you want me to go harder or softer?” she asks with her soft voice.

“No, no. The pressure is perfect, please don’t stop,” I say to her, mouth dry.

Her sweet sensual touches move lower to my back. Although I am sitting in a chair, she is making me feel as if I’m lying naked on a beach with a warm air passing over me. Her touches are like foreplay for me right now.

It feels like when you are lying in bed and you are kissing your partner with the utmost passion. The heat from the attraction that you both harness makes you hot from the bottom of your soul. You are so inebriated by the endorphins that to have sex with this person would send you clear over the edge. I’m pretty sure I’m not gay, but she is making me want to experience that hidden side of me right now.

My body is so turned on by her. I lose myself.

Her touches get harder and deeper into my body. The pressure builds from deep within me. She travels lower to my hips. I moan silently to myself…or at least I think I’m moaning silently. She has to know what she is doing to me. She has to know that her fingers are magical. I have to have her for my own. I feel so addicted to her right now.

She massages my hips.

I’m sure she can hear my moans and whimpers.

She increases her pressure.

The Evolution of She-Devil (Sh)

Call me a sadist, but…I enjoy seeing people in pain. Call me a control freak, I don’t care. I enjoy being large and in charge. All my life I have been a Babe In Total Control of Herself….otherwise known as a B.I.T.C.H and it has never hurt me to be called one. I can remember as far back as kindergarten when I would find my prey and attack them. There was just something about being a bully to the boys that just made me all tingly inside, how was I supposed to know that years later it would turn me into the dominatrix beauty I am today. I evolved out of a need to protect Her when she was going through that awkward pubescent phase that began in middle school. As much as she wanted to control her life and be the “boss” at that time, being a bully to boys that found growth spurts over the summer are a bit hard to control. So while she wallowed in her own corner of her mind, I stepped up to the plate to change the game for her. Through our newfound womanly wilds, I realized that with these boys thinking about sex 89% of the time, we can control them with our looks and then hit them where it really hurts…their balls. HAHAHA. So that is the beginning of my evolution. From a short, chubby lil girl who liked to beat up on the boys during recess to a fully in charge, mistress of your wildest fantasies….

I am the Evolution of She-Devil

And this is my personal diary…

Dear Diary,

Late-April:

CEO, after years of hard work, ball busting, and hustling, I had finally earned the title that is my birthright. I had founded the Legacy Events Corporation with my business partner when I was a junior in college. We began planning rich, bratty kids’ birthday parties and eventually worked our way to planning large benefits for non-profits and housewives. Now some years later I was opening our first Atlanta office with over seventy-five total annual functions with revenues above $2,500,000.

Mid-May:

I was enjoying my new, upscale office; examining every inch of it, from the large open face window to the soft leather of the high back chair to the mahogany of the desk to the pictures of friends and family and my attempts at photography on my walls. Just as I was beginning to enjoy the feel of the Berber carpet between my bare toes, someone knocked on my door interrupting my flow. “Who is it?” I almost growled at the door. A scared masculine voice replied, “It’s… Anthony Lenox, your new assistant.” Annoyed I open the door to see the sexiest man cowering before me. Even though I was the HBIC, he stood above me at six feet. He was the cutest thing in his wire framed glasses with his chestnut complexion, light brown eyes, short wavy hair, and full lips. I’ve always had a thing for full lips. This assistant, a recent college grad trying to make his own in the world, what the hell did he want? “What do you want?” I asked him. “Well, the contracts from the ACA benefit has just been faxed over,” he said. “Thanks.” As I escort him out of my office, I stood in the doorway to watch his tight, sexy ass walk over to his cubicle. The things I could do to you, I thought as I closed my door slowly.

Early-October:

Another hard day of running around and making phone calls trying to ensure that this next event runs smoothly. As the day goes by, my business exterior gets more and more laid back. I have taken off my jacket and shoes, pulled my hair down and taken my shirt out of my skirt. As I am sitting on the opposite side of my desk looking over the itinerary, I am ignorant to the door opening and closing behind me. I am engulfed in the work that I am doing, when all of a sudden I feel a set of strong hands massaging my stressed shoulders. At first I enjoyed the feeling of the knots in my neck melting away, then I realized where the hell I was. I looked up after closing my eyes to see my desk, chair, and office surrounding me. That is when I got heated, who in the hell is bold enough to come into MY office and put their damn hands on me? I turn around ready to raise hell, when I see sexy Anthony. Just because he is cute doesn’t mean he can get away with that, it’s time to show him who the REAL boss is.

After I chew him a new one and tell him about our company’s policy on sexual harassment and the consequences of his actions. I tell him that if he wants to get back on my good side, he is going to have to stay late without pay and do extra work. Not wanting to lose his job or his reputation, he complies and quickly exits my office. The nerve of that boy, it’s time to make him pay.

October:

TGIF, man I love Fridays. I especially like this particular Friday even more. Today is the day that I show Mr. Anthony Lenox, some manners. I pick up the receiver to my phone and dial the extension to Anthony’s desk, when he picks up I tell him to come to my office….NOW! Before I can even hang up the phone he is knocking at my door. Punctual and polite….he’s learning. “Enter.” I tell him. He walks into my office, closes the door behind him and stands there with a notepad and pen. “You can sit down you know.” He sits and doesn’t say a word. The look in his eyes showed fear, but faintly, very faintly I can sense his excitement. I think he has a thing for women in charge. I smile at the thought. This is going to be good.

I lean forward in my leather chair and steeple my fingers as I address him with my plot. “Remember when I told you that you will be working extra without pay? Well today is your lucky day because you have some field work to do. Tonight I want you to be at this address by 9 o’clock, ask for a woman named Bobbi. She will give you your next set of instructions.” He looks at me with attentiveness and an expression full of confusion. “Next time you feel it necessary to come into my office and touch me, remember who the Head Bitch in Charge is. You may exit.” He walks slowly toward the door and stops as if wanting to ask a question. I guess he decided against it because he opens the door and walks out.

Anthony just couldn’t figure her out. Although she was his boss, something about her tantalized him. He wasn’t normally a man to take such harsh orders from a woman, but the way she did it in her form-fitting skirt suits and her four inch heeled pumps made him sexually crazy. What was he thinking going into her office and touching her like that? He must have been out of his mind and now he was going to pay for it by going to a strange place, in a strange part of town, at night. Yeah, she was definitely teaching him a lesson, he just hoped she was not the type to send her enemies into battle without notice.

Anthony

9:00 pm

I arrive at the address she gave. I’m scared but my man pride won’t allow that to show. I knock on the door of what looks like an old warehouse and a gruff, hairy dude opens the door. “Yeah, I’m looking for a woman named Bobbi?” Suddenly the door opens and I am greeted by some interesting sounds and even more interesting smells in the air. The gruff guy points up the stairs and I am greeted by a red light and a hazy fog. When I get to the top of the stairs a woman dressed in a bra, from what I could see, is sitting at a receptionist’s desk. “Uh…hi. I’m looking for Bobbi?” She says to me, “Hmmmm….you must be Anthony. Room 727, your assignment is in there.” I am completely confused. What kind of weird shit does this bitch of a boss have me doing? Okay, I admit that I was wrong to touch her. And I will admit that my dick got the best of me, but I don’t think it’s worth this. But, I am here anyway. What’s the worst that can happen? I knock on the door of 727 and hear a voice telling me to enter. It is almost pitch black in the room except for a chair in the middle of the floor with a dim light hovering above it. The voice tells me to undress and sit in the chair. What the fuck? Okay, the horny side of me is really excited right now, but the rational side is like “Get the fuck out while you can dog!!!” Horniness had definitely won when I began undoing my tie, belt buckle and zipper. Next thing I knew, I was sitting buck naked in the cold metal chair wondering what was going to happen. I got the answer I was looking for when the room got pitch dark. I had been blind folded and my hands had been handcuffed almost in one swift motion. The voice said to me, “I heard you have been a bad boy. Do you know what we do to bad boys?” And that’s when I heard the loud SMACK against my skin. I didn’t know whether I should try kicking and punching into the air or try to rub my dick. The shit was that wild.

She-Devil

Poor little Anthony. I could tell he was getting aroused by the game that I was playing with him. It pleased me to see that he was pleased with me bringing pain to him. So I decided to see how long it would take him to go over the edge. How long would it take for him to beg me to fuck him? I had him blind folded to ensure that he wouldn’t know it was me and I used a fake British accent to enhance my anonymity. SMACK!!! I could hear him moan every time I hit him with my leather whip. “Who gave you permission to be in control?” I said to him. “No…no one. I just…I just…” he stuttered back. “You just what?” I demanded. Although I was having fun making Mr. Lenox pay for his enticing harassment, I really wanted to know what the hell was going through his mind. He says, “Well, since I started working at the L.E.C I guess I have been attracted to my boss. There is just something about the way she wears that tight-ass skirt and those tall heels that make me just want to bend her over her desk, pull her skirt up to her waist and ram my dick in her pussy. I have not normally been a man that gets excited about being submissive to a woman, but the way she gets this look in her eyes and the growl in her voice when she is in “boss mode” makes my dick jump. That day in her office when I saw her there vulnerable, I felt like that was my chance to see her without the wall and maybe get her to be interested.” If I wasn’t attracted to Anthony at any other point in time, I was definitely attracted to him now after that expression of feelings he just gave me. But he was here to learn a lesson and I was here to teach it to him.

9:45 pm

From this moment forward you will call me Mistress She-Devil. Your safe word is girl power. You will do and say everything that I tell you to. You will only be able to touch me with your tongue. After each hit of my whip you will say, “Yes, Mistress She-Devil, please give me more.” Do you understand these rules? “Yes.” He says. “Yes what?” I demand. “Yes, Mistress She-Devil, please give me more.” He answers.

I begin my lesson by teasing and tantalizing him. I begin caressing his naked, muscular body with my silken gloved hands. I massaged his shoulders and neck, feeling his tense body getting loose under my fingertips. I run my fingers into his hair and kiss his face. When I hear him moan, I give him a good SMACK!! on his chest. He immediately gets tense again, especially his dick. I start my tease again. I encircle his nipples with my fingers, followed by my tongue. I walk in front of him and get down on my knees in front of him. I lick and suck his nipples into submission. I slowly trace a path from his nipples, to his defined abs, close to his hard dick. I can tell that he wants me to envelope my luscious lips around his dick, but of course this is his torture and I am his deliverer. I smack him hard on his thighs to remind him who is in control.

10: 05 pm

I stand up and tell him to explore my body with his tongue. I take my gloves off of my hand and let him suck on my fingers. He then licks my arms and my neck. I allow him one kiss on my lips before I give him a smack for being so sexy. He licks and sucks my breasts, which immediately makes my pussy lips swell.

10:48 pm

Before I become totally engulfed in the pleasure he is giving me, I help him out of the chair and the handcuffs to a doggy-style position on the cold concrete floor. “Now we will test your trust in your master and your loyalty to your mistress. If I see you tense up, I will smack you. If you cum before I want you to, I will smack you. If you fail to follow directions, I will smack you. Do you understand?” “Yes, Mistress She-Devil, please give me more,” he says. I begin my test by hitting him repeatedly with the whip until his round brown ass is rosy pink. “Do you like the pleasure, I’m giving you?” “Yes, Mistress She-Devil, please give me more.” I softly caress his ass to see if he was going to clench. Sure enough he clinches like I knew he would. So, I smack his ass again.

11:45pm

After what seems like hours of mental fucking him and assaulting him, I finally decide it’s time for him to meet his mistress. I stand before him and take off his blind fold. He squints as his eyes adjust to the light. He slowly explores me. He begins his visual journey at my 6 inch leather thigh high boots, and then he sees my mesh bodysuit covering my naked body. He stops for a moment on my manicured pussy and licks his lips. He next sees my 42 D breasts protruding from under the bodysuit. The look on his face when he finally gets to my face is nothing short of comical. He damn near chokes when he realizes that it is no other than his bitch of a boss.

To Be Continued…

The birth of Tempest (Te)

I have always been a temptress, even before I had the pleasure of having sex. I liked to trick and tempt and seduce boys because it made me laugh on the inside to know that I was the one they desired and the one they could not have. I’ve always been by Her side. When most people had only one alter ego, She had a few and I had the pleasure of being one of them. There was SheDevil, the side of her that got her through business, bullies, and tough bitches. Then there was Amaliya, the better more calm side of her. And of course you have me, Tempest, the no holds barred, freaky, sexual predator. I have always been inside of her, only to come out when She was in that state of mind. But who was to know that I would be most comfortable in a relationship? I am she who makes her man want her more than he wants himself. I am she who likes to be bound and at the same time hold control. I am she who is a trisexual because I will try anything once and if I really like it, I’ll try it often. I am the black cat that stalks its prey and does with them what she craves. I am mysterious, magical and independent. I am the one they call Tempest…

And this is my personal diary

I want to start this first page with a little bit of a history lesson about myself. Let me take you back about a little more than a decade ago in a dimly lit apartment room in the middle of the night.

Dear Diary,

“Come on baby don’t you want to be my girl?” He said to me. “Heck no, and don’t you ever put your dirty lil hands on my booty again!” I exclaimed to him after giving him a hard slap to the face. Elementary school boys: can’t live with ‘em, can’t kill ‘em. But this one sent exciting chills through my body. I trot away from that thought and catch up with my girls.

I lay in my bed unable to sleep and not knowing why. Thoughts race through my pre-adolescent mind about the cute boy that was bold enough to touch my booty today at school. Although he was a cute lil chocolate boy, my momma told me not to let no nasty little boy touch my body. But it was something about that touch that sent electric shocks up and down my chubby body, in areas I didn’t even know could tingle like that. In a fit trying to get to sleep, I put myself into the position I know will enable the Sand Man to sprinkle his magic dust into my eyes. I fight with my pillow in an effort to smooth the lumps and make my head more comfortable. I turn on my side and pull the covers up to my neck. And then it happened… I placed my hands between my thighs, like I always do. I guess I went further up than I normally do and felt that same electric shock. This time in my private area. As if my hips and ass had a mind of its own, I begin to hump stacked hands as if praying for there to never be an end to the feelings that are slowly arising in my body. I try back and forth. I try up and down. I swirl and gyrate until. AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! So that is what you are supposed to with that little button at the top. The proverbial light bulb illuminates across my body as the afterglow from my first night of masturbation comes to a breathtaking and speechless close. I like so many other before me had discovered the one thing that truly makes me a girl…that will eventually make me a woman. I had discovered my clitoris with its multi-orgasmic capabilities. I had discovered the one thing that would be with me for the rest of my life…my sexuality.

Through the discovery of my sexuality, during my tender pre-pubescent years, I unknowingly give birth to Tempest.