By
Amelia
Amelia_sex@hotmail.com

You know him now as Sir Magic "the Darkangel". But I knew him long before he was "given " the name "Magic" and earned the title "Darkangel" (a lethal skills reference). I am Amelia and I was one of his teachers, as he grew from boyhood to manhood.

I met him when he was 13 years old. I looked up from my desk as my new students filed in. Most boys at that age are still tripping over themselves as they walk or put on a strut to make themselves feel masculine. Not Magic, unlike the others he moved with a balance and grace I'd rarely seen. Usually students file in with a great sense of self consciousness and say nothing to me. But even as a young man "usual" was not a word you could apply to Magic.

As he passed my desk he stopped and turned around to look at me, it was almost as if he knew I had been examining him. The turn of his body was quick and fluid and he looked me straight in the eye. For a brief moment I felt like he could see right through me and into my soul. This "pretty" young man ( he hated it when I called him that) with an indescribable fire in those black eyes sent a sudden tingle up my spine. Here I was a grown women, an adult and a 13 year old boy just made my pussy twitch.

In those years he was a loner with few friends and a school full of enemies. It wasn't a case of his was a bad person. No, this child's crime was far worse than social ineptitude. Magic was just different.

I can honestly say, never had I seen such an old soul in such a young body nor have I in the 18 years since. If you were perceptive, you could feel the raw uncontrolled power he gave off. He was too bright, too perceptive and too talented for his own good. It was this, which made him a social pariah. Magic I confess, also contributed to his social isolation by standing his ground and refusing to "conform" to the standards of the time. I couldn't help feeling sorry for this child, for he weathered a social storm of such immense cruelty most adults would crushed. This tempest of malicious acts would continue until he graduated high school, several years later. Yet I also believe it was this which motivated him to graduate High School in 2.5 years.

Although now it means nothing, let me say this:
"Magic my love, you were right and they were wrong. You could not exist in their shallow little world nor could they ever understand the depths of your being."

How I ended up taking Magic as a lover is in its self a story which I may or may not relate at a future date. I took him to my bed when he was 16 and even then he skill was extraordinary and he forever change my life. I admit by law what I did was wrong, but I make no apologies and I have no regrets, so deal with it ! If I had to do it all over again, I wouldn't have waited so long !!

I remember one night he took me to dinner at a restaurant in Westboro Ma.. He was dressed in what was the casual style of sport jacket with jeans. Even then his sense of eroticism was highly developed as he had commanded me to were a dress and high heels with No underwear. This boy was particularly fond of garters, 5 inch black patent gold spiked heels and a pussy available to his touch at all times.

By this time in our relationship, I had completely lost my mind to him and I could refuse him nothing. I wore what he wanted and I did it with class. I had never dressed in such a sensual manner before nor had it ever been asked of me. As we walked to our table I could feel the eyes of desire of the men upon me and the looks of jealousy from the women. Back then I had a great body and legs for a woman of 36. I felt deliciously naughty yet so sexy. It was also a time in my life I was just beginning to question my own desirability, that night and Magic ( as always) made me feel like a woman again.

I used to love to sit and just gaze at him. Whether it was to watch him eat with his impeccable table manners (his mother would be proud) or the way his ass muscles moved when he would take me. As we sat through dinner I reflected on the indescribable changes which had come over him from the previous summer.

Something had happened, for he seemed to burn with a power I could never hope to explain. All I knew was he had been away on a several week long hiking trip into the Mount Washington Valley. I can say with certainty a young man went in, but who or what came out, would eventually be called "Sir Magic". Looking back on it, it was the day everything about him changed.

NOTE: See the essay " The Awakening of a Soul " for more details.

He looked up and into my eyes giving me a half evil grin and a come hither smile. I moaned ever so softly as my body responded immediately as the ache between my legs grew worse. I could feel my nipples grow even harder and my juices drip even faster. It was then the little bastard choose to slowly lick his lips. The sight of his tongue drove me to even more discomfort as my mind flashed to scene a year before in my bedroom.

In 20 years of marriage my husband had never tied me to the bed. But then, he never did a lot of things. It took Magic about two days, before I was spread eagle and helpless. For about 20 minutes he would gently kiss and lick my inner thighs, then graze his teeth in my pubis hair. He would blow warm air on my wet throbbing pussy and continue on without touching it. Gently he would use his face to caress my skin along with his finger tips. He worked me from my ankles with slow deliberate care all the way to my face and back again. He understood the artistry of touch, the subtle manipulations of the senses. In many respects for a male, he often made love like a woman.

It wasn't long before he had my hips rising and falling as my desire raged through me. My whole body was alive and yet my universe centered around my throbbing clit. Finally I couldn't stand it anymore. I Amelia for the first time in my whole life broke down and begged to be fucked. Do you think the little shit would fuck me.. NO ! With his fingers he parts me open and begins to tease me with his tongue.

At first he just parted my pussy lips and just held it there. Every time I would move my hips he'd pull away, then put it back again. It took me about 5 times or so to realize I was not to move. He then with the greatest of care pressed the tip of his tongue underneath my clit. I gasped and it took everything I had not to move, since he made it clear what would happen. Slowly he curled his tongue forward then up and over my clit. My back arched as much as I could bound to the bed. Without warning he back flicked his tongue down, then back up again. I jumped and cried out, I couldn't take it any longer. It was then he sucked my clit into his mouth. He held it with his lips while caressing it back and forth, up and down with the tip of his tongue. Additionally, he would move his lips from side to side while his tongue dance. My hips moved uncontrollably as the pleasure surged like a wave into my body, into my soul. Can you imagine what that is like ? He has taken away your control, he defines your pleasure and your actions. You have no idea what having this done to you repeatedly does to your mind, body and soul.

For the next hour his tongue set the tempo and my body danced. He would work me just to the point of orgasm and then back off. It was the cruelest thing anyone had ever done to me. Yet if he had asked me, if he "was to stop", I would have screamed "NO" ! Eventually, he drove me over the edge and I lost my sanity. I broke down sobbing, begging, pleading in tears for release. Put another way, this young man had broken me.

Lifting his head he looked me in the eye and said:

"Finally, that intellectual veneer you hide behind has been shattered"
At that moment I loved him and I hated him for 4 reasons:

• He was right, I did hide behind it.
• He made me lose control of my sense of self and like it, crave it.
• He shattered my wall, my will something grown men couldn't do.
• He had conquered me and we both knew it.

Magic placed his head back between my legs and all I remember is ecstasy and little else. For week afterward I could barely move, for in my surrender I opened up to an orgasmic potential I never knew I had. I came so hard and so many times I pulled muscles I never knew existed. It was from this incident which I also discovered ( much to my pleasure & dismay ) he had trained me to come on command. I went from one orgasm a week with my husband to four or 5 a day with Magic. Eventually, I lost all control over my body, it would betray me constantly preferring to listen to him and not me.

I know how it all sounds but most women never come close to what he gave me. It would be easy to sit in judgement over me, but until you experience what Magic is capable doing to your body, soul and mind, shut up ! We'll see how much control you can maintain when he has you cumming 4 or 5 times a day at his whims. Most of us dream of a man who can take control of our mind, body and soul. Yet sadly, only a handful of us get to taste the real thing. I have and once you do it changes you forever. The results of which, I did things I said I'd NEVER do...and I loved it !

I was what you would call a "bitch". "I am woman hear me roar". A feminist confident in my power over men, my affluent husband and my world. But then came Magic and exposed so many of the lies we women tell ourselves about our sense of self and sexuality. He would make me crawl on my hands and knees begging him to "fuck me". He introduced me to the flogger, paddle and the joy of what the ignorant called pain. One day he announced he would hurt me and make me cum. I called him a sick puppy. He proved me wrong, I came. I now understand the meaning of "pleasure/pain" and what it means to be a "slut".

Everyone woman has a "slut" inside dyeing to escape. Deny it if you wish. However, if you have read this far and your juices are churning then you know of what whence I speak. Magic brought that part we are taught to hate, hide and deny out of me. Then with great care he made it bloom like a daffodil. I will admit it. He freed my inner slut and a whore, then made them (me) submit to his whims and will. I did things with and for him that would curl your hair. So there is little doubt, I would do it all again.

So here we sat in the restaurant, the bed bondage scene still fresh in my mind. ( Remember this is were we left off, I digressed a little ) He had given me another dose of what became my addiction two days prior and continuously since the first time a year before. This was the reason why when he licked his lips my lust screamed, my body responded and my soul surrendered. In short he had me trained and there was nothing I could do. Silently I sat there, part of me hoping he wouldn't command me to cum right there in the restaurant. Yet, another part of me loved it when he subjected me to acts.

His eyes flashed and I realized he must have read my thoughts. All I got out of my mouth was, " Oh Please-". It was too late. He ordered me to cum. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I gripped the table and bit down on my lip. I shivered, rocked, gagged then gasped. My pussy which already had juices running down my legs twitched uncontrollably and then gushed heavily. I sat there swooning from this powerful orgasm. He had "used" me earlier and refused to allow me release afterwards. God I wanted to kill him, but if he had said, " on the table now slut spread your legs", I would have obeyed immediately; I wouldn't have cared how many people watched. I was a 36 year old woman in love with by now a 17 year old boy and I would have done almost anything for him.. and I did. I also didn't realize how much he loved me as well.

I forget how long after that night, it was about a year when I learned just how much he had loved me all this time. We had sneaked away to a place called Kandahar near Bromley Mountain in southern Vermont for the weekend. I lay with my head in his lap, his well exercised manhood resting inches from my mouth. For some unexplained reason I was feeling playful and turned around and looked up at him.

"If I asked," I said. " Would you marry me ?"
Magic looked at me with those unusual black eyes. I saw them soften in a way I had never seen before in the years prior. At the edges I saw tears, which would not fall and a far way look, of a place I'll never know.

" Well, ignoring the fact you are already married.. yes, I love you."

Within that moment I realized I had made a very serious mistake. I was just joking, he was deadly serious. I told him so and we discussed it.
To understand why it was a mistake you need to understand the boy he was then and the man I think he has become now. I was 20 years his senior and time for us both was moving at different speeds. When you are young you have all the time in the world, but for me time was running out. When he turned 35, I would be eligible to retire at 65. I never doubted his love nor his commitment for he had such a noble sense of honor. I'd seen him go to great lengths to keep a promise. Thus he rarely makes them. If he married me, I knew he would never leave my side. In his mind he made a vow and Magic is the kind of person who keeps oaths and solemn vows. Granted, we both acknowledged he would someday have lovers, this was fine for we had shared several other women together. My newly discovered Bi sexuality would be a plus. I could see Magic really needs a woman who would enjoy, his other women with him, NOT for him. Regardless, there would come a point were I wouldn't no longer completely satisfy his sexual needs. This didn't bother me, for I knew Magic would never be a monogamous person. Unfortunately, it would be the price he'll pay for being who and what he is. For him to be any other way, would destroy the sensual power he had and the man he would become.

We talked, we touch, we held, I cried. For in his heart he knew no matter how many wonderful arguments he could make it would never happen. He accepted the true reason long before I could face it.

Magic gave me the pleasure fantasy novels and made of. He did things to my mind, body and spirit no one had ever done before or since. He slutted me, whored me had me group fucked by men and women. He took me in cars, museums, bathrooms, adult theatres and a plethora of other places. He set me free from the lies we women tell ourselves and the control games of our society. Through him I found acceptance of self and inner peace. He respected, my intelligence, my abilities and recognized my competency as a human being. All this.... and the boy could cook to.

So why didn't I marry this personification of "too good to be true" who's lap I now lay my head ?

Simple, I am a product of our American society and was too comfortable to leave my $ 350,000 dollar house, Mercedes, diamonds, gold and my affluent husband. I was bought and paid for, and Magic knew it long before I would face it.

Ok.. so I'm a BAD person, sue me.
At least in the end I was honest about spreading my legs for a comfortable life. Please... spare me all the love arguments. I've made them, debated them, argued them and once believed them.

The truth is for many ( not all) of us is this:
Does he have the money to make us comfortable ? If so, then we find reasons to "love" them and convince ourselves it is something grand and noble. As I get older I realized something Magic said 18 years ago turned out to be true. He said:
"Given a choice I'll take the slut & whore over a "good girl" any day. For at least slut & whore is honest about who she is."

So. which are you ?
A good girl ? A slut ? A Whore ? A slut/whore wannabe ?

Despite the ugly truth of who I was, Sir Magic continued to love me anyway.

So this is my story. It is by no means complete nor I doubt it ever will be. So why did I write this and why has Magic posted it ?

I wanted you to know, how this person Sir Magic came to be and I needed to share. Everything you have read is true, it happened as I have said it. There are those who could never believe such a person as Magic could exist but.. here you are. I knew him, I loved him and I'd like to think I shaped who he became.

As for why he would post this, it is really quite simple, Sir Magic keeps his promises, even if they are 17 years old. Sorry my love I'm taking advantage of your sense of honor.. so beat me....Please ?

Final thoughts:

If I had it to do over again would I ? Hell yes !! I loved everything he did to, for and with me. He took me to the edge of life and showed me how to dance on it. He would hold me over the abyss and let me peer down into its depths rendering me helpless. For a time I knew the joy of complete submission to his will, mind and whims. I surrendered completely to the slut within me and became a whore when it suited me. Not so much for the money, but for the experience, it turned me on and I enjoyed it. Through it all, he was my lifeline, my way back from the fringe and he protected me from myself by saying "enough".

I would be a liar if I denied life was the same after him, but that was my choice my weakness, my penance. Through my love for him, I sit and hope he'll someday will find a "good girl" .. Oops sorry.
A good "slut/whore" who can surrender herself totally to not only her desires but his will, power and whims. For he rides the edge of life, forever flirting like a moth, with the flame of human desire. Any women who submits to him, shall peer down into the abyss and feel rapture as he holds her just above it. Along the way, he'll smash her limits, her will and she will taste oblivion, ecstasy and beyond. In the end when he returns her to reality, she'll will never quite be the same. But she wont care. For all she'll think about is the next trip to the edge and his next command, pushing her sexual limits farther still.

I know, for I have taken this ride to tasted oblivion. I have been held aloft by a young man with a heart of light and wings of darkness. The memories of ecstasy, of my submission, I shall forever carry as I walk into the twilight of my life.

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