PART I (ARRIVAL)

Well I'm finally back! 

I spent a crazy weekend in Mexico City with my friend Dora.  For those of you who haven't followed my blog, Dora is a friend of mine from way back, and a pretty aggressive Domme.  Man Hater might be an understatement.  My over-the-top captions are not far from the truth when it comes to her.  Yet despite her moral failings, she has been a loyal and trusted friend to me.  She's even been...'moderately', good to my sub Pattie when she visited recently.

As far as Pattie and I? 

I think we're doing so well that it's scary.  I've made some decisions about us, and I'll be discussing them with my man this week.  I'll write something about this when I've had my little talk with him,  and get his input....and for those of you who think I'm worse than Circe the Sorceress (look it up), I really do want his input. 

It's love.  Yep , the real deal.  Scary-ass love.  When he looks at me it's like a fucking hammer hitting my heart sometimes.  Ironically it's from a man that wears his own heart on his sleeve for all to see, and not only doesn't try to hide it, he isn't even aware he's doing it.  I suspect that if he knew, he wouldn't even care.  Who the fuck lives this way!? 

So anyway, I guess I'm smitten or whatever the fuck that means.  All I know is I'm always thinking about him.  Asking myself what he would think about this, or that, and wishing he was with me when we're apart.  It hasn't quelled my kinky desires, not in the least, but I want to fulfill that desire with Him...if you know what I mean.  I'll reveal more of my plans after I discuss things with him this week.As far as my adventures with Dora?  

After what Pattie did to Dora; embarrassing her in the airport (She still doesn't believe it was all Pattie's idea)...I expected something to happen.  However I was not prepared for the Mariachi band that loudly burst into song the moment I got out of customs... and it wasn't a good Mariachi band either. Lol!  I felt like I walked off the plane and into some hellish Spanish cartoon.  Everyone was laughing as the Sombrero wearing trio followed me all over the airport.  Luckily for me,  I can take a joke and laughed along with the crowd.  Plus it kept the men off my ass.  (Go to Mexico, and visit a place that isn't a resort to see what I mean.   If you're an American woman you have to beat the little brown fuckers off with a stick!) 

Dora was waiting for me in the baggage claim area laughing so hard tears were coming out as I walked in followed by my own personal Mariachi band.  Everyone was laughing at the baggage turnstile, including me.  It was just too stupid not to.  I walked up to Dora giggling and we hugged and kissed.  It was a pretty hot kiss for a greeting but I didn't care, (having your own Mariachi band following you around does that), and it obviously inspired some of the men there considering the number of those high pitched, Mexican war whoops we got.  The band of course kept playing...badly, until Dora paid them, which stopped them for all of 3 seconds as they considered the amount.  Then they began playing again only more loudly. Lol!  So Dora paid them reluctantly again.  They again stopped playing, conferring on the amount.  It looked like they were about to start again when they looked up and encountered a glacial glare from Dora that would have curdled milk. (I've got to learn to do that one day!)  Needless to say, the very loud trio beat a hasty retreat with much applause from the crowd.

Dora and I kissed, hugged, and cackled like a couple of evil hens as we caught up on gossip and waited for my luggage.  It finally showed up, 2 big black hard shell suit cases that started their journey pristine and now looked like they'd been drug behind a horse.  As soon as I pointed them out Dora snapped her fingers (yes, she really snapped her fingers), and a living wall of mustached, muscled, meat (say it really fast), wearing a nice suit, and black sunglasses separated himself from another almost identical muscled male, and grabbed both big suit cases like they were nothing.  The mustached suitcase carrier took a position in front of us and moved through the busy crowd like a bulldozer.  His twin took a position behind us and walked along slowly swiveling his head back and forth like a gun mount.  At first I thought the mustached Terminators were some more Dora BS, but even though they were doing a bad job of channeling the American Secret Service, they still looked professional.  I gave Dora the look, and nodded at the protection detail. 

She just shrugged and said, "Lil you're always giving me shit about being rich and getting away with everything because I live in Mexico.  What you don't understand is it comes with a price, and if you don't pay it, if you're not prepared, then it don't matter how much money you have."

She then began telling me about how kidnappings were rampant in Mexico, especially in Mexico City.  Apparently with money and connections you really were above the law.  You could practically get away with anything as long as you kept it fairly quiet, but ironically, it also made you a target.  The government crackdown on drug cartels had an unintended effect.  Tens of thousands of drug soldiers and thugs who were enjoying a nice lifestyle were suddenly out of work.  They seemed rather unwilling to return to a life of beans, and rice, when they had enjoyed steak.  So they used the skills they had been given, and resorted to extortion, theft, kidnapping, and murder of the rich.   I guess business was good, because Dora wasn't taking chances.

A Limo was waiting for us and one of the Mustaches opened the door while the other loaded the luggage.  They both crammed into the front seat, crushing up against the poor skinny driver, leaving us alone, and in comfort.   Dora closed the privacy screen, explained that it was a long drive, and we both looked at each other with that special kind of telepathy you only get from being close friends for a long time.  We both instantly knew the mind of the other, knew what we wanted, and then it was all moans, flying clothing, assholes and elbows. Lol! 

Dora hates 69.  Despite all the crazy shit she does, she's actually a very orderly person, and a control freak like me.  She concentrates totally on one thing and one thing only, until it's by god done right!    Either she's working on me, or I'm working on her and there's nothing in-between.  Orgasms are pretty damned serious things to Dora and me.

So she took her usual position, head buried in my snatch, and arms clamped around my thighs like fucking steel tongs.  When Dora eats pussy she clamps down like a tick, and digs in.  She's a licking, sucking, fingering machine.  Except there's no damned off switch, and she doesn't let go!  Dora stops, when Dora is done.  She ignores all protests of sensitivity, or the fact that I've just had an orgasm and would like her to back off.   Dora just grunts, growls, and keeps on licking.   And what's even worse?   I'm a fast cummer.   I cum fast and often, but I need a little time in-between you know?   Not! Fucking happening with her.  So I end up hissing, screeching, and trying to twist away as she just blasts through my sensitive periods.  But of course  I can't get away because she's got my legs fucking pinned, and so I just have to suffer through it until the sensitive period passes, and she just licks me to another orgasm like an uncaring machine.  The bitch drove me nuts for almost 20 minutes.   I had these cool claw nails I was going to show off, and managed to break one, and drive another into my palm so hard it actually bled a little.

I was rather pleased to see Dora's face drenched in my juices, her make-up all fucked up, and her hair looked like it had gone through a spin dryer.  Her happy Latino smile completed the picture.  If I hadn't still been feeling warm aftershocks, and so damned drained, I would have slapped that silly grin right off her face.  Instead I just groaned in pleasure.  

We drank Dom Perignon as I recovered, and she talked about the craziness of living in Mexico City.  I licked her face and kissed her tenderly only half listening.  When I finally worked my hand in her panties she gave up all pretenses and lay down on the seat.  I didn't know how much time we had, so I got right to work.   Unlike me, Dora is a turtle slow cummer. She was barely wet for the first 10 minutes,  just sighing a little with some sweet encouragement.

"Oh, Lil...that's it, right there."

"Yes, that's so nice."

"Mhmmmmmm.."

Then, as is typical for Dora, one minute she's barely responsive, and the next, "BLAM!" she turns into a pycho bitch from hell!  Her pussy goes from a barely damp, sweet little thing, to a greedy, wet, sucking, hole!  I started to pull away to take a breath because I know what's about to happen, but as usual I was too late.  Her thighs clamp around my head like a vice, and her claws got all tangled in my hair.  She starts pumping my face like a mad woman cursing in English, and Spanish.  At that point, what's the use?  I just stuck out my tongue, closed my eyes, and let her batter the fuck out of my face.  After a minute or so, the cursing reached a crescendo, her little olive Mexican pussy was trying to suck my face off, and I was just trying to breathe.  Finally, she came.  Dora just crammed my face into her soak wet, swollen cunt, and screamed.  All the while she's pulling my hair, and battering the shit out of my back with her heels.  There's nothing nice about Dora when she cums.

The Doracane finally passed (Thank God), and the steel vice she had me in relaxed.  I know I looked like a mess because when I finally pulled my face out of that sticky, hot, pussy and looked at Dora, she started laughing.

Laughing! 

At me!

Fucking Bitch! 

It was on!

I leaped on top of her and pinned her arms.  Dora is strong, but she's a shorty (no leverage), and she doesn't work out like me.  She tried to resist for second, but then looked at my face again and just let out gales of laughter.  I tried to be serious, but it's kind of tough when your best friend is laughing so hard that tears are streaming out of her eyes.  I opted instead to just grin and spread the misery.  I rubbed my Dora slimed face all over hers, and in her hair.  This got her laughing even harder.

"Stop...*laughing*....sto.....please....*laughing*....I....can't....*laughing*....breathe....*laughing*..Lil stop."

"Serves the evil bitch right," I thought laughing with her.

I finally climbed off of my friend giggling.  She kept laughing and trying to breathe and we just lay there like insane idiots.  It took forever for both of us to calm down, every time we looked at each other; it set us off again.

Finally, disheveled, clothing rumpled, and shoes off, we sat facing one another.   Dora and I were leaning against opposite doors, kicked back, relaxed, happy, smoking those long cigarettes I like, that Dora can't get in Mexico, and passing that bottle of excellent champagne back and forth like a couple of drunks.  Dora started telling me about the purpose of my little vacation, Eliseo. 

Eliseo was a pretty, twenty year old Guatemalan that apparently was working as a gardener and domestic servant of a wealthy American couple living the high life as expatriates in the country next door, Belize.   Dora seemed to indicate that the American couple were pretty ruthless people, and that their wealth came from less than savory means. They were an older pair that apparently became quite fond of little Eliseo's submissive qualities.  I got the impression that Eliseo had to give up his gardening duties to tend to more intimate gardens as their bed warmer.  Apparently the husband and wife were involved in the same investment scheme Dora was into; in Panama and that's where Dora met them.  Over many drinks they realized that Dora was deeper into Kink than they were.  I guess Dora convinced them that Eliseo needed to be physically, mentally, and permanently changed into a little feminine fuck toy for them to be really happy.

Needless to say, little Eliseo was delivered to Dora the very next week, and had been living through a Dora inspired training boot camp for the last 6 months.  Other than a visit or two by the couple, his life had been consumed with learning to be a little sissy slut for his masters.  She put him on huge doses of Estrogen on the very first day.  He had softened considerably since then, and was already a B cup with soft puffy nipples.  According to Dora, his balls were beginning to shrink, and he was getting more and more emotional.  He cried easily, and begged her often to call his patrons so that he could go home. 

She said that despite Eliseo's reluctance he was generally very obedient and seemed genuinely excited about being a ‘gurl', but didn't want the surgeries that Dora and the couple had planned.  Not that I think Dora or the couple really cared what he thought, still acceptance of his fate was important to Dora.  After all it was some pretty extensive work they had planned for their toy, and would consume over a year.  Most of it would occur in Belize under the couple's supervision, but the breast enlargement would be done in Mexico.   According to Dora, the doctor she used assured her that he could get Eliseo to a Good D Cup, perhaps an E. 

What Dora had in mind was a harsh 48 hour hazing session that would help get Eliseo's priorities and thinking in the right place.  Principally, that he existed to serve his betters and those betters would decide what was best for him.  Dora felt that this was important before his breast augmentation next week.  But let's be honest, it's not like Dora couldn't have easily done this all by herself.  She just wanted an excuse for us to play together like the old days in Las Vegas, and I was more than happy to comply.  It had been quite a while since I could really let my inner bitch go and flex some muscle.  As she described the scenario my pussy twitched, and ‘wicked Lillith' smiled.

As Dora went into detail,  I found myself day dreaming about all the fun I was going to have making little Eliseo's life miserable.  Even his faggoty name pissed me off.  I wanted to crush him and his name under my heel.  It was about that time that my mind caught up with what my ears were hearing and I said,

"Wha...wait a sec, what did you say?"

"I said you're going to be the heavy this weekend Lil.  It's the only way it's going to work," Dora said.

"Me the heavy, are you serious?" I said in open mouth surprise.

Dora sighed, "You weren't listening to a fucking word I was saying, were you Lil?"

I sputtered in mock outrage as my mind whirled trying to piece together what was said,  "Of course I was, I jus....I just....Hey! I just got off a jet, quit giving me shit Dora!"

Dora looked up with a ‘heaven help me' gesture and said, "Eliseo barely understands English Lil, and speaks even less.  Since your Spanish is total shit, I would have to translate everything.  Every order, every request, and all of his responses.  To hell with that!  It'll just be stupid waste of our time."

I had to admit, she had a point.  I didn't want my hard Femdom vacation devolving into a United Nations convention, but still.... Me, a heavy in the good cop/bad cop scenario?  Next to Dora? 

Dora is always the heavy, and for good reason.  She's the psycho bitch from hell, and when it comes to creative cruelty, she's the master.  Plus she just plain gets off on it more than I do.  Still, the thought was intriguing, and like Dora, I couldn't see it working any other way. I took a big swig of champagne, lit another cigarette and listened to Dora's plan. 

Essentially I was going to be the silent menace in Dora's horror show.  She would introduce me as some kind of psychopathic, man-hating, American fiend (Lol!  kind of like how I depict Dora in my captions. The irony is ocean deep).  Dora would take a sort-of submissive role to me, and be almost apologetic to poor little Eliseo.  She would tell him that she didn't really want to involve me in his training, but she had no choice anymore.  His owners would be coming soon, and Eliseo just wasn't performing up to standard.  His arrogance in not accepting the surgical modification, and....(whatever else Dora could think up in that crazy head of hers)...was unacceptable etc...etc. 

Dora wanted me walking around in full Domme regalia, never smiling, never laughing, just looking at Eliseo with a hateful glare, and punishing him for every conceivable offense.  She wanted Eliseo to believe down into his very soul that the only thing keeping ‘me' (the crazy American bitch),  from murdering him, was Dora.  (What a mind fuck! Lol!)

As Dora went into more detail my hand must have ‘accidently' strayed between my legs.  I was looking off into the distance with one of those thousand yard stares, thinking about playing the role of a murderous bitch when Dora loudly cleared her throat.  I woke up from my reverie, and found myself looking at Dora with lust filled eyes.

"You really want to do this don't you Lil," Dora said with a knowing smile.

I stared back, not the least bit embarrassed at my obvious desire, or my straying hand.  I slid across the seat next to Dora.  I kissed her hard, entwining my tongue with hers.  After a long moment I pulled back.  Face to face, looking my best friend in the eye, I said with breathless hunger,"I wanna' break this little bitch into a million fucking pieces!"

Dora smiled, "it's good to have you back Lil'

..TO BE CONTINUED.