The
Chronicles of ALE YA: Decadent Days
On
this last evening of 2005, I decided to oblige the persistent invitations from
the Fetish Factory and grace their New Year's Eve event with my presence. It was only moments after I had made my
entrance and I could already sense restlessness in the air. A kind of agitation exuding from the revelers who were already
bothered by the humidity (the air conditioning unit of this club space was
down) and who were out to live this last day of 2005 to the fullest. After all,
it was New Year's Eve, a night so different from the rest because of the
impending possibility of Doom (the end of the world) looming as well as all those
who set out on this evening with a reckless sense of abandon, looking to make a
fresh start with their new resolutions for the coming year, but not before one
last night of excesses and pleasures of the flesh. With that kind of spirit in
the air, anything could happen.
As
I mingled with so many freakishly dressed fetish life-stylers, some of whom
were too heavily costumed for the stifling weather (the scantily clad,
submissive sluts of the crowd were much better off), I kept noticing a
recurring gripe about the discomfort most everyone was having to endure. I
worked the various rooms until I found myself at the bar for a much needed
respite. It was quite a surprising break from the action when I was served a
flute of champagne by the bar tender. "Compliments of the gentle slave over
there", he said as he gestured toward a middle aged man I did not recognize at
first. It took a moment to focus and then I remembered who this was and where I
had met him. In the midst of a crowd of familiar faces from the local scene, it
was refreshing to encounter one of my slaves from the major metropolis up North
- a jeweler from Manhattan with whom I once had the pleasure of adorning a
diamond studded brochette (worth over $300,00) while I bound and gagged him in
my Dungeon in Florida. After what turned
out to be just a token appearance and which lasted till just after the midnight countdown, I decided to honor
my slave by accepting his gracious invitation to join his small, intimate
entourage in a stretch Hum-V to the airport where we jetted off to New York City in his
private Gulf Stream airplane.
The
three or four hour red eye flight was like a scene out of some big budget
movie, with a decadent cast of characters flaunting creatively crafted
ensembles, transfixing musical tracks playing loudly in the background (thanks
to your Goddess' tastefully selected collection of music which I always have
handy) and copious amounts of the finest champagne. After enduring one last
ride in a festively filled limousine from the airport ('enduring' might be a
bit blasé'), we finally arrived at the final destination. It soon became apparent
that my jeweler friend had spared no expense in transforming his uptown,
museum-like store front into an ice castle of an urban warehouse of Fetish entertainment, complete with dry ice
smoke rising from the floor, bondage props and equipment amongst the heavily
secured displays of fine jewels, not to mention a staff of sexy male and female
servants walking around with trays of champagne and familiar looking pills. As
his guest of honor, I asserted my presence by grabbing a colorfully jeweled
collar and chain and claiming him all to myself. After all, why would he leave
such an elaborately prepared setting and travel to Florida unless it was to see your Goddess ALEYA?
I didn't know for sure nor did I bother to find out. The only important thing
on this night was that he and I fully indulged in terminal decadence.
My
fine jewel friend, as I coined him, led the way through the corridors of this
impressive, multi-level industrially decorated warehouse space, giving me a
complete tour of the place until we encountered an open treasure chest on the
floor against the wall. With some soft rope, I rustled a few knots to tie his
hands behind his back and his feet together and forced him into a contortion
resembling that of a fetal position and this enabled him to fit inside the
treasure chest. I commanded him to stay put while I went to grab a bottle of
champagne. With so many party favors shamelessly on display, from popular
narcotics to fine liquor, it didn't take long for me to find a bottle of Crystal and it didn't
take long for me to build up the need to urinate and relieve myself from all
the bubbly I had already consumed. It felt so good for both of us when I opened
the zipper of my latex bottom and much to his delight, exposed my pretty pink
kitty and let out a golden stream of nectar upon his body and face. It was pure
ecstasy for him as he lauded me under the magical waterfall of my stream. All
the while I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty about pissing on such a unique
and expensive antique of a treasure chest, but then I realized this must be one
of the luxuries of being such a wealthy jet-setter. After covering him in a glistening coat of
wetness, I bent down, spreading my legs apart and just about squatting over the
open chest, and like a needy hungry baby bird in its nest during feeding time,
he squirmed to get his face closer to the bump on the crotch (which was now
covered) of my latex outfit. I then
utilized the bottle of champagne for his bath by pouring it over him. He basked
in it and savored it the way he enjoyed with my sweet nectar. After many more playful interactions which
ranged from my flogging him to spanking his buttocks and which lasted well past
sunrise and into the light of New Year's Day (every privileged one of us who partied
in this dark cavern-like, after-hours setting was oblivious to the day light),
we were all escorted by his staff to a luxurious hotel.
I
was so energized from the fine grade of mood enhancers provided by our special
host that I had enough energy left to enjoy a good meal in Manhattan before flying back to Florida. I'd say both my
slave and I had quite an experience. He spoiled me to no end (as he should) and
I made myself exclusive to him on this last evening of 2005. I have a
premonition that it won't be the last evening he and I spend together. Although
readers may have enjoyed being taken into my world for one night, the important
thing to remember is that you never know what blessings can come your way if only
you will look to serve and please those around you, particularly, your
Dominatrix (as opposed to looking after yourself first), perhaps you too will
enjoy a unique kinship and a magical experience the way this jeweler slave did with
your Goddess ALEYA...
...Until
next time.
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