The Little Red Notebook: The Power Of Sade

THE LITTLE RED NOTEBOOK: THE POWER OF SADE



Saturday 9:30 am

Salem let me sleep in. She is a good kitty. After my experience, or should I say performance at The Green Room last night, my body needed the rest. I needed the rest. I’m so glad it was the weekend. My arms stretch under my sheets and move toward Salem. My sexy black cat. She purrs as I pet her. I close my eyes and breathe slowly. Deeply. Thinking of last night. Too much to contemplate at this moment. I let my mind drift. To other things. What to eat. What to do today.

“Alexa, play Billie Eilish.”

“Ok, Billie Eilish,” my smart assistant complies in her anodyne voice.


I can't seem to focus
And you don't seem to notice
I'm not here
I'm just a mirror
You check your complexion
To find your reflection's all alone
I had to go

Can't you hear me?
I'm not comin' home
Do you understand?
I've changed my plans


I roll on my back and pull my bedsheet down. Salem slides along the mattress as I pull on the sheet. She just stares at me as her body passes my shoulder and ends up by my hip. She growls a bit. I giggle.


'Cause I, I'm in love
With my future
Can't wait to meet her
And I (I), I'm in love
But not with anybody else
Just wanna get to know myself



I look down at my body as her soft voice and quiet piano flows over me. I sit up and search my stomach, my thighs, for marks. Did strangers really touch me on the stage last night?!? I lay back down with a sigh.


I know supposedly I'm lonely now (lonely now)
Know I'm supposed to be unhappy without someone (someone)
But aren't I someone? (Aren't I someone? Yeah)
I'd (I'd), like to be your answer (be your answer)
'Cause you're so handsome (you're so handsome)

But I know better
Than to drive you home
'Cause you'd invite me in
And I'd be yours again


“Salem, you’re supposed to get me out of bed,” I say to my cat.

She gets up and steps over my legs and pounces off our bed with a soft thud.

I listen to the end of the song:


But I (I), I'm in love (love, love, love, love)
With my future
And you don't know her (ooh)
And I, I'm in love (love, love)
But not with anybody here
I'll see you in a couple years


Then I get up to start the day.


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Yawn. I’ve been watching Blade Runner: Black Lotus, an animated series on HBO. The main character, Elle, is a strong young female. She suffers from amnesia and searches for her identity in the dystopian landscape of a future LA. It always rains. Dark skies. Like her memories. Or are they? What do we keep? What do we lose to time? Yawn.

I’m hungry. Salem stretches her body and yawns. The noodle shop on the streets in the tv series triggers my desire for udon noodle soup. Salem follows me into the kitchen. I heat up some vegetable broth and add ginger, soy sauce and rice vinegar. I get a package of frozen udon noodles and drop them into the pot. While it heats up, I chop, dice and slice some green onions and cilantro like Elle does to enemies with her katana sword.

“Meow.”

“No, Salem. This is not for you,” as I look down at my sexy cat. She stares up at me licking her lips.

Twenty minutes later I’m spooning some hot thick noodles into my mouth. Salem attacks a plate of sardines I put on the table. She looks up. I smile at her. She watches me suck up another thick wet noodle. I giggle.


Cha cha cha, cha-cha!


The sound of an incoming text message. I slide my phone over and check it.

God of erotic love, 5 letters

It’s my gf, Nova doing her weekend crossword puzzle. I smile and text back:

Cupid

A few seconds go by, then:

From solid directly to gas, 11 letters

I quickly tap my phone:

Sublimation gimme something harder

A few more seconds go by:

Lick a hard cock

Gross!

I laugh at my response and I’m sure Nova is doing the same. She needs her fat ass slapped!

Wanna come over

Meow

Kisses

xoxoxo


I jump up and rinse my bowl and Salem’s plate. I skip past her licking her paws in the living room.

“Alexa, play TLC”

“I’m sorry, tea for Elsie?” my dumb electronic gadget answers incorrectly.

“No! T L C!!” I say with proper pausing for emphasis.

“Got it. Playing TLC,” Alexa answers not knowing I’m pissed at her.

The song No Scrubs begins playing:


A scrub is a guy that thinks he's fine
And is, also known as a busta
Always talkin' about what he wants
And just sits on his broke ass


I pull off my t shirt and pj bottoms I’ve been lounging in. I move past my full-length mirror and pause, standing stark naked. Again, I examine my body for signs of being touched on the stage last night. I lift each boob. I turn this way. I turn that way. I bend over and spread my cheeks looking at the mirror between my legs.

“Meow.” Salem had silently padded into our bedroom.

“Quiet. I’m looking at myself,” as I straighten back up.

I still don’t see anything conclusive. I shrug.

I feel like jogging over so I pull on some black yoga pants, gray sports bra and bright yellow t shirt.


So, no, I don't want your number
No, I don't want to give you mine and
No, I don't want to meet you nowhere
No, don't want none of your time and


I sit on my bed and Salem jumps up. I pet her as I lace up my blue Asics with the vivid green slash.


No, I don't want no scrub
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me
Hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend's ride
Trying to holla at me


I zip up my hoodie and put my arms through my backpack. I kiss Salem goodnight and slip out the door.

I stretch my hamstrings on the railing outside as car tires splash nearby puddles of water. A cold drizzle is present under the gray, but darkening skies as sunset approaches. My legs quickly find my rhythm: swift and steady. Soon my breathing becomes heavy as my lungs refill with cold oxygen. This all helps clear my mind. I’m finding my happy place jogging down the concrete maze, passing from one streetlight to another. Light. Dark. Light. Dark. My body like Elle’s flying through the air with her katana sword. Cutting through obstacles. Finding her freedom. Searching for memories.

Before the sun sets, I’m sitting at the kitchen table with Nova. I struggle out of my hoodie as she takes a bite of her grilled cheese sandwich. We both sip our diet cokes. Loudly.

“You’re all sweaty. Did you run here?” she asks.

I look at my arms and see the layer of sweat and remember the exhilarating sensation it gave me.

“No, I jogged,” I answer.

“Same thing,” and we both laugh.

Nova takes another bite. And looks at the beads of perspiration on my forehead.

“Tell me what you did with Jenny on the couch that night,” I ask.

“That’s between me and her,” Nova counters.

“But you know her daughter was sleeping right next to you!” I remind her.

“Yeah, key word, sleeping,” Nova giggles.

“You are unreal. I can’t believe you two!” I exclaim.

“Don’t freak out. We didn’t do anything. And don’t act so surprised. You’re the one masturbating in the bathroom at work and eating your boss’s pussy under her desk!”

“Well, it was part of my tasks I was assigned to do for the day,” I say as we both giggle.

Nova finishes her sandwich and we take our cokes to the living room sitting on her big soft white leather couch. The tv turns on and inevitably The Walking Dead appears on the screen. Daryl and Rosita are sent on a mission to collect some money and soon are fighting for their lives against walkers. When the action slows down, I lay my head on her shoulder and close my eyes. Nova begins to straighten my tangled damp hair from jogging in the cold drizzle NY has to offer in February.

“Tell me about The Green Room,” she softly asks me.

“Hmmm. Well, it has round tables with lamps on each one. A bar. A stage with a piano…”

“Stop it. I mean what did you do,” she insists.

“Ummm, mmmm… I haven’t really taken the time yet to fully contemplate what happened. It may have been more than I expected. But I will tell you about the stage performance.”

“Only if you want to, honey. Take your time,” Nova puts her arms around me.

“Ok, baby. I want to,” as I feel my gf pull me closer against her. I keep my head on her shoulder and let my eyes shut as another walker begins attacking another human survivor on the tv screen.

I find my voice (courage?) and Nova quietly listens.

“Before I was on the stage, Sade had taken me to her dressing room. She took my clothes off. Well, I took them off, but still had my underwear on. But the next thing I remember was waking up on the stage. I was tied to a chair.”

“Oh, wow. Were you scared?”

“I was, but I also knew it had to be part of the show. And I was the main participant. Then Sade walks out in… a fucking dominatrix outfit!”

“Oh, shit!”

“Yeah, with a crop! But oh, she was so hot looking!! It made me dizzy in a good way.”

The action picks up on TWD but neither of us looks at the tv screen.

“Honey, look at me,” Nova whispers.

I lift my head and open my brown eyes. I can tell she can see my concern.

“What are you thinking, tell me, Sarah.”

“Sade played her role perfectly. And I was under her control. I… I… couldn’t move.”

“You were tied up, baby,” Nova softly mentions as her hand gently rubs my arm.

“Yes. But I loved it. A part of me accepted it.”

“Did it turn you on?” Nova questions as she turns the tv off and sets the remote on the walnut grain coffee table.

Silence

“It did,” answer quietly.

“Maybe I should tie you up,” Nova teases as she kisses me passionately.

We make out for a few minutes on her couch.

“Nova?”

“Yes, honey?”

“At the end of the performance, Sade blindfolded me. She let the audience come up and… touch me,” my voice barely audible.

“It’s ok, honey,” Nova consoles me.

“But I don’t know if it really happened. Maybe it was only Sade touching me. But can you check for like any marks or scratches?”

“Sure honey. Take off your shirt.”

I pull off my bright yellow t shirt as I stand up revealing my gray sports bra. Nova shifts her body and sits cross-legged on the couch.

“I can see the sweat spots on your sports bra. You must’ve overheated on your way here.”

“I was moving like a swift cat,” I meow.

“Now take it off for your girlfriend. Let me check your babies.”

I cross my arms and grab the bottom seam of my athletic bra. It fits tight and snug against my body. As I pull it up my long damp brown hair falls back down like a curtain over my face and chest.

Nova giggles.

Her hands part the curtains. I feel them softly touching my round orbs. I look down as her face appears through the curtain. She cups them.

“I don’t see any marks, honey. But let me kiss them anyway,” and her mouth moves over one then the other.

I close my eyes and let her lips heal my worries.

“I think you’ve done this before,” I whisper.

“Many times,” she giggles some more.

She holds one boob and kisses her way all the way around it. Then repeats with the other.

I sigh.

“Now let me check down below,” Nova requests.

I watch her fingers slip inside my black yoga pants and after a few tugs my bare ass is exposed to the tv and my kitty to my girlfriend’s face.

I kick off my Asics. My socks are sweaty leaving damp footprints on her hardwood floor.

Nova is intently studying my shaved pussy. Her fingers rest on my butt cheeks. She provides slight pressure, turning me this way and that. Then I face her again.

“Let me take a closer look,” she says.

I’m about to ask if she found a mark when I feel her tongue on me.

“Ohhh. You little devil!” I shout.

Her tongue follows my slit. She sticks it out flat. It moves slowly. Up. Then Down.

Up. Then Down. Up. Then Down. Up. Then Down.

“Are you finished,” I ask.

“No.”

Her tongue opens my pink petals. It explores my inner cavity. Her nose pressed against my upper curve. I close my eyes and reach for her shoulders to steady my shaking body.

“Spread your legs,” she orders me.

I try, but my yoga pants limit my stance.

Nova seems unperturbed by this and continues her attack on my kitty.


Lick Lick Lick Lick Lick Lick Lick Lick Lick


“fuck fuck fuck,” I whisper.

“Shhhhh,” she reprimands me.

Surprisingly her hands push my yoga pants down to my ankles. I step on one foot and lift it freeing one leg from my pants. My socks now slide across her hardwood floor. Her mouth never lost contact. I must find out how she does this! Meow.

Her hands grab my butt and presses my mound against her.

“Uhhhhhh!!!!”

She stops licking and looks up at me.

“I think you have the prettiest pussy, Sarah.”

I pull my long damp hair behind my shoulders and listen to my gf search for my hidden treasure.


Lick Lick Lick Lick Lick Lick Lick Lick Lick


I look down at her brown hair, she looks up showing me her blue eyes and her cute pointy nose and round cheeks. I feel something.

I blink.

Her hair is black. My fingers move between the strands, it feels like raven’s feathers. I gasp. She looks up again, still licking me. Now her eyes appear like two shiny obsidian gems. Her tongue darts out of her purple lips. Her narrow ebony cheeks press against my thighs.

“Sade?” I whisper as a gigantic orgasmic wave knocks me over.

Thump! My bare ass lands on her coffee table.

“Honey!??!! That was awesome!” Nova shouts.

I blink.

Nova stares back at me with a huge smile.

I stand up and examine her coffee table.

“You should keep your furniture clean. Especially when your Mistress visits!”

“I’m sorry,” her meek voice agrees with my advice.

“Now, lick it!!” I command.

My gf, still on her knees from servicing my pussy, leans over her coffee table and sticks out her tongue. I watch her flatten it against the walnut grain, cleaning my butt sweat off the surface.

“That’s a good little girl. I brought us something to try tonight. Take your shirt off and pull down your shorts. When I come back, I want to see your boobs hanging as you lick my ass sweat.”

Like a good sub, she remains quiet as I pause to make sure she does as she is told. I turn just as her lovely C cups hang down.

A minute later I return with the item I had in my backpack. I stand watching her dutifully move her wet tongue over that light tan walnut grain, like the tone of my skin. She stops to swallow with each lick. Such a good sub.

“I like how your panties disappear between your fat ass cheeks,” I say with a steady calm voice.

Nova keeps licking and swallowing my sweat off the table surface.

“Now gimme your hands,” I say in a strict voice.

Nova extends her arms back and I wrap leather cuffs around each wrist. I bring them together just above her big ass and use the spring hook to lock them in place.

“Your ass is good for only one thing,” I try to say in an ominous tone.

Nova begins to giggle.

“Stop it!” I yell, but giggle too.

After a few seconds we both stop laughing like the silly girls we are and I enjoy seeing her chest move with anticipation. She watches me step back into my Asics. I catch her eyes moving up the rest of my naked body.

“My socks are too sweaty and I don’t want to slip on your floor.”

I turn to pick up the other item I brought and placed on the couch. A nice leather crop. I turn around holding it with one hand as my fingers bend it, testing its flexibility.

Nova’s blue eyes go wide.

“Turn around! And place your face back down on the table!” I yell at my gf.

Nova complies and I watch her cheek rest in a pool of her saliva.

WHIP!

“Ahhh!” Nova cries out.

WHIP! WHIP!! WHIP!!!

I wait until she whimpers.

“Be quiet!” as I use the crop again.

And again.

And again.

Red lines appear on both cheeks. I smile approvingly and listen to more of her pathetic whimpers. My left hand presses down on her back, squashing her chest against the table.

“If you don’t stop whining, I will keep you here… all night!” I yell.

She whimpers some more cos my hand adds pressure to her back.

I whip some more cos I can’t stand her sounds.

She needs to learn to obey. I need to learn how far I can go. But I want to stop.

“Stand up!” I don’t want to see you start crying."

My gf struggles to her feet with her hands bound together. I don’t help, but would catch her if she would fall. I wait till she finds her balance.

I take a few steps and sit on her couch, spreading my blue Asics wide.

“Now sit with your Mistress,” I order.

Nova complies placing her thick body between my firm thighs, her bound hands swallowed under her chunky ass.

“Are you going to be a good girl and not make a sound?” I ask.

She nods her head.

I set the crop aside and slip my right hand into her damp panties.

“Hmmm, you’re too hairy!” I complain and remove my hand.

Instead, I move it over her right breast and tease her nipple with my fingers.

“As your Mistress you must let me do anything I request” I tell her.

She nods her head.

“I will not lick you until I shave you,” my voice losing its strength as I think about what I am suggesting.

“I have had someone shave me before,” Nova surprises me.

“That makes sense cos you are a little girl. And little girls always need help,” I play along.

“Yes, I need your help,” her voice fades to a whisper.

Now my left hand moves down between her thick legs and presses her panties into her dense cushion of pubic hair. We stare at her blank tv screen. It reflects our image. Two girls sitting together on the couch. A hand between the legs. Movement. Constant movement. Deliberate movement.

“Uhhh!” Nova gasps.

My right hand pinches her nipple.

(HARD)

My left continues to rub her panties. They feel so damp now.

“I want you to cum in your panties before I shave you. Can you do that?”

Nova nods her head.

We continue to stare at the black tv screen.

I feel like Sade. In complete control. My fingers find that slit surrounded by hair. I rub harder.

“I have you right where I want you,” I whisper.

Nova lifts her feet and braces them against the coffee table. She pushes back into me. I feel my breasts flatten and struggle to fill my lungs with air.

I counter by tweaking her right nipple again.

(TWEAK!)

“Stop that!” I yell and we both giggle as Nova lowers her feet.

My lefthand continues masturbating Nova. I push her panties in deep. For punishment.

“Cum on them, baby,” I whisper in her ear.

She does as she bites her lower lip.

I watch her body convulse on the tv screen. I hold her against me as several orgasmic waves rip through her body. Her panties are completely soaked. Sade would be proud of me. Meow.

“Get up!” I yell, not letting her rest.

Nova stands. I pause to view her wide ass. Her bare butt cheeks are divided by a narrow bikini line that is wedged deep inside along that butt crack. I smile approvingly.

“Don’t move,” I command.

Nova looks down and confirms most of her bikini is jammed inside her vagina.

My Asics squeak on her clean floor as I walk to her bathroom and return with two towels, a razor and a can of shaving cream. I instruct her to stand on a towel as I fold the other one and drop it on the floor nearby. Then I go into her kitchen and fill a bowl with hot water. I turn up the living room lights to illuminate every pubic hair on that nasty cunt of hers.

I kneel on the folded towel and pull down her panties.

“Bend over and open your mouth,” I order her.

Like a good sub she bends at the waist. I find the gusset slick with her vaginal secretions and stuff it in her open mouth. She gags loudly. I smile approvingly.

“Good girl. Now I won’t hear you whimper or complain as I shave your hairy cunt.”

Her throat adjusts as she tries to swallow. A moan escapes. I give her a stern look.

“Now put a foot up on the coffee table.”

She does.

“Good girl.”

I take her shirt and dip it in the water and rub it over that thick bush. Nova watches me shake the can and spray a small amount on my hand as I immerse the razor in the hot water. I apply the foam to one side of her mound. Working on the perimeter, my hand moves in short strokes. The razor briefly disappears in the white cream as the multiple blades do their magic. Soon the bowl is filled with floating pubic hair mixed with shaving cream. Another shake of the can. Another amount of foam closer to her sensitive lips. I pull on them stretching that section of skin as I poise to shave it.

Nova moans. I pause. I look up.

“Don’t make a sound. I need to concentrate,” I scold her.

Now all I hear is her deep breathing. I stroke the razor closer and closer to her lips as I pinch them with my other fingers. We watch all those pubic hairs vanish. Collected on the sharp razor to be rinsed and repeated. I make a second and third pass before I begin on the other side.

I pause again and look up at my obedient sub.

“How does your panties taste?” I ask.

She remains silent.

“You can say something, it’s ok.”

Nova nods her head as her voice is muffled.

When I complete the other side, I rinse her mound with her wet shirt and inspect it for stray hairs. I don’t find any. I shaved so close I can’t even detect any fine stubble. Then I shaved the part below her vagina and all around her anus. This caused a few moans from her and I slapped her big round cheeks for punishment.

I stand up and lower her foot down to the floor. I stare at her gagged face as my hand plays with her smooth mound. I make sure she knows I own it.

I lean next to her and whisper, “Now your kitty is as pretty as mine.”

I pull her cum soaked bikini out of her mouth. She gasps for air.

“I’m thirsty,” she whines.

“Good. I need to pee. Kneel down,” I instruct my gf.

Nova kneels like a good sub.

I move over her face.

“Open that thirsty mouth,” I calmly state.

I wait till it opens and my first stream splashes her cheek. I make a slight adjustment and let go again. My hot briny urine disappears down her throat. She even swallows as it fills her mouth. The towel soaks up any overspill.

“Good girl. You’re such a good sub, Nova,” I praise my gf.

“Now for your reward. Lay on the couch,” I order her.

Nova obeys and stands and moves over to the couch and lays on her back with her bound hands hidden underneath her big ass.

I lift a leg over her body and position myself above her face covered in my pee. The rubber treads on my Asics make loud noises on her leather couch as I shift my body.

“Now lick my ass,” I say with authority.

I wait till she lifts her head up. The sensation of a wet tongue on my anus is a splendid arousal. I softly meow enjoying her efforts. That wet tongue twirls around my rosebud and licks my inner cheeks. Both sides. Up and down. Such a good sub. She worships my ass, this I know.

I reach for the crop I left on the couch and begin to softly tap her shaved pussy.

tap tap tap tap tap tap…

Nova begins to make guttural sounds between licks.

tap tap tap tap tap tap…

My crop makes a hard smack followed by quick softer taps. And then a pause. Sometimes a long pause as I listen to Nova.

“Uhhh, uhhh uhhhhh!” her tongue pushes deep into my asshole. Such a good little sub.

My pattern is random:

tap tap tap SLAP tap Slap tap tap tap tap pause Slap SLAP pause pause tap tap Slap tap SLAP tap pause

I realized my eyes had been closed for a while. I open them and see her shaved pussy. The skin is so red and irritated. I let go of the crop and finger my pussy. I’m so close. Nova always takes me there.

“Make me cum, baby,” I whisper.

Nova lifts her head higher and I feel her cheeks pressed against mine. Her tongue nonstop now. I reach the edge and plunge over as her tongue plunges in again. And again. And again. And…


I collapse between her legs. My cum covered fingers cup her smooth pussy.


Sade begins to sing in my head:

I was the one
I who could
Pull in all the stars above
Lay them on your feet
And I gave you my love
You are the one that got me started
You could have let me
Love anyone but I only wanted you
So why did you make me cry
Why didn't you come get me one last time
You'll always know the reason why
We could have had the moon and the sky
You'll always know the reason why this love
Reason why this love
Ain't gonna let you go…