Luke Rheinhart - The Diceman

`Oh no, I think you are. I think you've chosen well, beyond what I'd expected. You've given me a new experience, one

I won't forget' She stared at me, puffing sporadically on a cigarette; she'd finished her drink.

`What if I were to phone a friend of mine, a queer, and order you to perform sexually with him. Could you do it?'

`Your command is my wish,' I said.

`Does the thought interest or frighten you?'

I introspected obediently.

`It bores and depresses me.'

`Good.'

She had me fix her another drink and went to a telephone and dialed two numbers, asking at both for Jed and hanging

up each time disappointed.

`Lie down on the floor, on your face, while I think.'

As I presented myself I began to look back with pleasure at being just old Luke. After a while she said: `All right, let's

go to bed.'

I followed her into a bedroom, neutrally removed her clothes piece by piece at her command and followed her into a narrow double bed. We both lay quietly not touching for a few minutes. I was conscientiously trying not to do a thing unless she commanded me. I felt her hand run down my chest across my belly and come to rest a few inches from my pubic hair. She turned to me and nibbled at my ear, licked my neck, kissed me slowly, wetly, languorously on the mouth and throat. And neck. And chest. And belly. And et cetera. Her maneuvers had a predictable effect despite my recent shameful behavior. She noted the effect, rolled over to the other side of the bed and said nothing else. She tossed and turned a long time and then I guess I must have fallen asleep.

Sometime later I was dreaming that I was going to take a bath and as I sank into the tub I paused to feel the delicious warmth on my balls and penis and awoke to realize that Linda had ward and stiffened my cock with her mouth. When I touched her hair and groped for her body, she gave one last farewell lick and nibble and came up over me and spread herself and placed me inside her and put her lips to mine and began to churn.

The state of semi-sleep is sometimes like that of being lightly stoned and I let Linda do all the work, which consisted mainly of making waves of wanton wiggles with her hips and her insides, and streams of wanton licks and nibbles on my chest, shoulders and neck, and when she said, `Pump,' I pumped, clasping in my hands her perfect buttocks like two hot firm grapefruit, and she groaned and became tense and grinding, tense and grinding, grinding and then relaxed.

She lay on me and I dozed off and then was awakened to feel her moving again, I stiff within her, her mouth on my throat and her insides caressing me like waves of hot eels wrapped around me and she moved but I dozed off again to awaken to her hard mouth enclosing my prick in her hands caressing and pinching and generally 'laying waste the lower erogenous zones and when I touched her hair she groaned and rolled over and took me on top of her and ground away at me and told me to move but not to come so I pumped and swirled and tried to think about Willy May's batting average statistics for the 1950s and after a while her body went limp and she nudged me to roll off her and I did and I dozed off and slept and awakened again already inside her, and she again on top of me moving easily and gently and it must have been near dawn because now I was more awake and began to move too but she said no and tongued and bit my ears, and neck and moved three directions at once down below and when she said okay I dug my fingers into her crack around her buttocks and tried to ram her right over my head and she made a lot of nice noises and I emptied a lake inside her lake and we both moved on a while and then fell apart into another sleep.

I awoke on my stomach with a knee touching her body someplace; it was well into the morning and I felt hungry. Linda was staring wide-awake at the ceiling.

`I command you,' she said slowly, `to give me any commands you wish, I will obey them until I cease to feel like it and order you to do something.'

`I'm to be your temporary master?'

`That's right. And I want you to give me orders that you really want me to do.'

'Look at me,' I said. .

She looked over at me.

`What we're doing is very important. The commands . . '

'I don't want lectures.'

'I command you to listen to me.'

`You can order me to do a lot of other things, but no lectures. Not in these twenty-four hours.'

`I see,' I said. I paused. `Return my kiss tenderly, with affection but without lust.'

She sat up beside me, looked coldly into my eyes for a moment and then, softening, brought her lips gently to mine.

I lay back onto the pillow and said: `Kiss my face with the tenderness you'd feel … if my face were the white rose.'

A brief tautness crossed her face before, eyes closed, she framed my face with her hands and lowered her lips to begin

gently kissing it.

'Thank you, Linda, that was beautiful. You are beautiful.'

She didn't open her eyes or interrupt her delicate kissing but after a while I said: `Lie back now on the bed and close

your eyes.'

She obeyed. Her face looked more relaxed than I had ever seen it.

`Pretend that I am a prince who loves you with a spiritual devotion beyond anything known outside of the most

overdone fairy tale. You are worshipped by him. Your beauty exceeds that of any creature that God has ever created. And you are a perfect perfect person, without spiritual or physical flaw. And the prince, your husband, comes to you now on your wedding night to express at last the pure, religious, sacred, holy passion he has for you. Receive his love with joy: I had spoken slowly and hypnotically and began with what I hoped was appropriate delicacy and religiosity to caress her body and touch it with the most spiritual kisses. Spiritual kisses, for the average reader's information, are relatively dry, 'gentle and poorly aimed: that is, they approach central target zones but always manage to just miss. I was proceeding with increasing devotion and pleasure when her body suddenly disappeared: she had leapt out of bed.

`Stop touching me,' she yelled.

I felt as embarrassed and undignified as I had the night before. `Are you taking away my power already?'

I said.

`Yes, yes!' She was trembling.

I remained on my hands and knees looking up at her.

`Get dressed,' she said. `Get out' `But Linda The deal is over. Off. Get out.'

`Our deal was-'

`Out!' she shouted.

`Okay,' I said, getting down off the bed. `I'll leave. But at nine forty-five tonight I'll be back. The deal is on.'

`No. No no no. It's off. You're insane. I don't know what you want, but no, never, it's off.'

I slowly dressed and, receiving no new command from a sitting, face-averted Linda, I left.

I remained outside the apartment building, trailed her downtown when she left about an hour later, remained outside

an apartment in the Village until five thirty in the afternoon and then followed her to a restaurant, where she ate. She didn't seem to be aware that I was following her or even that I might be following. Organic chemistry picked her up after supper and starting with him, she wandered from bar to bar, picking up friends, losing them, gaining others, drinking heavily and generally doing nothing interesting. At nine forty-five on the dot I moved in. Linda was seated at a table with three men I'd sever seen before; she looked drowsy and drunk. One of the men had his hand way up under

her skirt. I came to the table, looked hypnotically into her eyes and said: `it's a quarter of ten now, Linda. Come with

me.'

Her blurred eyes cleared briefly, she coughed sad wobbled to her feet.

`Hey, where you going, baby?' one of the men asked. Another took hold of her arm.

`Linda is following me,' I said and took a step nearer the guy who had taken her arm and loomed over him and stared