The Hostess

[Bblove]

So I was in a bit of a downward spiral (sex addiction fueled by alcohol, weed and a bit of narcissism helped with that).  I was 30, and after 10 years of heavy drinking, eating whatever I wanted, working in an office and not exercising, life was catching up to me, mentally and physically.  That is until about 8 months earlier when I decided I needed a change.  So I hit the gym and by the time this story really starts was in the best shape of my life.  I had also expended a bit of cash on some custom suits.  Between that, my fancy sounding job and few drinks I was basically Don Draper (in my head).  But I was still a mess upstairs.  So that's where I was at.

I first saw her when I was grabbing a bite to eat with a friend at a trendy corner pizza and wine place in the latest up and coming neighborhood, which happened to be just a few blocks from home.  She was 20, 5'3", had long, wavy, dirty blonde hair, one side of her head shaved, tattoos, a sun dress and white slip-on plimsolls.  She had a raspy voice but in a sexy way, like the love interest one of those old private eye movies.  She was the hostess, and that's how I would come to refer to her "the hostess".  I was sure she was checking me out, but then I was sure a lot of women were checking me out at that time (remember the narcissism?).  But there was always the possibility it was my friend she was checking out.  Well, no surprise I went back more than once, often alone.  I would swing by on Sundays and sit outside and drink the gin drinks she'd suggest.  She would seat me and make it a point to bring me at least one (there was always more than one) even though she was't the waitress.  Anyway, they had a text reservation system, you'd give your cell phone number and they'd text you when your table was ready.  She mentioned she'd once gotten a text from a customer that said "the hostess is hot" and it made say "yesss" to herself, as she did the Tiger Woods "just sunk a putt" fist pump.  That was my in.  So that night I texted the text reservation system back and said "I think you're super cute".  I got nothing back.  I didn't go back for nearly a month.  Then one night after a few drinks while waiting for a friend I decided f*ck it, and headed over to her restaurant. 

I strolled right in and right past her without so much as a glance in her direction and headed straight to the bar.  She left her hostess station, walked up behind me, tapped me on the shoulder and said "hi".  She told me she got my message, but that the reservation system didn't let her text back and she didn't know how to contact me, but that if I gave her my number she'd use it.  I gave her my number and headed out to meet my buddy.  After bar hopping he and I were back at my place, drinking more, when she texted that she was off work and wanted to meet.  I told him to beat it.  She and I agreed to meet at the dive bar a few blocks away.  She strolled up wearing the same type of outfit I had described before, summer dress and plimsolls, blue lace-ups this time.  She was 20, remember, and said she didn't have a fake ID, and asked do they card here.  I knew they did, always. I told her so, but that I had some wine at my place.  She was down.

We headed back to my place where wine and bullshitting quickly turned to making out, which quickly turned to sex on the sofa.  I stopped and told her I wanted to try something.  She asked what.  I asked "will you kick me in the balls?".  She again said "yessss" but with much more enthusiasm than before.  I asked her to put her shoes on and she did.  As I sat on the sofa spread eagle she kicked and stomped me, again and again.  Nothing devastating, but it hurt... and felt amazing.  She was excited and giggling and wide eyed with enthusiasm the whole time.  After going back and forth between this and the sex and then taking a break we ran out of wine.  So we headed back to her place for weed and Xanax.

We got to her place and smoked, popped our pills, and went back to "work".  She kicked, stomped, bit, squeezed and stood on my balls over the course of several hours.  Honestly I blacked out at some point.  My pain tolerance was through the roof because of all the booze and drugs.  This was out first encounter.  There were many more.

Over the course of our "relationship" she did everything imaginable to me, every screwed up tortuous thing we could think of (I later came to learn she was bipolar and had borderline personality disorder, probably not a coincidence).  She tied them up, put them on a book while I sat spread eagle on her futon and hit them with an aluminum bat (my heart was pounding out of my chest), shocked them repeatedly with a 200,000 volt stun gun (she had to work me up to that one, just the sound was terrifying), held a knife up to me and told me she wanted to castrate me (like she meant it), squeezed them in a vice, and did her best to fit the heel of her stiletto in my cock hole (I wouldn't recommend that one).  Our sessions would last hours, and I would usually black out at some point (I think just from the booze and pills, but who knows).  I remember she put on her Air Jordans one time, I stood legs wide open in front of her, and told her to pretend I was the guy that bullied her in high school.  She was so excited, she hauled off and booted me hard 3 or 4 time before one missed and caught me in the hip and I called it quits.  She used to text me and tell me she wanted to cut my dick off.  I loved it.

We still talk, but we're both in a much different place now.  Both of us have severely cut back on or cut out the booze and drugs entirely, gone to therapy, worked on finding balance in life, and are trying not to chase sex to fill the void.  But I still miss doing all the crazy shit we used to do.  If ever there was a girl who was gonna truly bust my balls, it was the hostess.  Its a miracle I made it out in one piece.  

 

[Foo Bar]

Awesome story

[Bblove]

The stun gun actually wasn't that bad and the pain subsided like right away.  But I was pretty lit up.

[Maskedguy 1.7]

thanks for sharing

[none66666]

Just curious--what effect (length, intensity, and so on) did the stun gun have on you.

[JackD]

Good times / bad times, huh?? Thanks for sharing the memories!