Jezebel:

Simone’s Notes:

Jezebel was a princess, identified in the Hebrew Book of Kings as the daughter of Ethbaal, King of Tyre, Phoenicia and the wife of Ahab, king of north Israel. According to genealogies given in Josephus and other classical sources, she was the great-aunt of Dido, Queen of Carthage. Jezebel was a power behind the throne. Ahab and Jezebel allowed temples of Baal to operate in Israel, and that religion received royal patronage. After Ahab's death, Ahaziah and Jehoram, his sons by Jezebel, acceded to the throne. The prophet Elisha had one of his servants anoint Jehu as king to overthrow the house of Ahab. Jehu killed Jehoram as he attempted to flee in his war chariot. Jehu confronted Jezebel in Jezreel, where he incited her court officials to murder the queen by throwing her out of a window and leave her corpse to be eaten by dogs. Jezebel became associated with false prophets. In some interpretations, her dressing in finery and putting on makeup before her death (2 Kings 9:30) led to the association of use of cosmetics with "painted women" or prostitutes.

The night opened up another sexy game. This time, there was a pole went from the floor to the ceiling. She’s handcuffed down to the pole, watching. He had already taken off her clothes before they began. Her eyes stayed fixed on his. He sits on his “throne,” smirking at her.

“Call me your master!” he commanded. She smirked at him.

“Never!” she replied. She refuses to fold so easily. That’s how she made her money in the past. Her mother taught her how to be tough until she had what she wanted. The problem was that he was just like her in that level. He licked his lips at her.

“Say it,” he whispered. He’s raping her naked body with his eyes. He told his slow time stripping her. He wanted her to know that he owned her body every time they crossed paths. He seduced her with his sweet words to get her naked. Her panties were the last thing to go.

The ticking clock in the background doesn’t really help her at all either. However, it played into his advantage. This game required a test of iron well. Who was going to crack first? He had some experience in this type of challenge. In fact, he had a boner right now just thinking about the outcome of this. His jacket already hung over the back of his throne. His eyes scanned her body again.

“It’s so easy, you know,” he said. “You can just say the word and I’ll let you up.” She shook her head. He raised an eyebrow at her.

“No?” he asked. “Tell me, does little Frida like being handcuffed up like a play thing like that?” She threw a laugh in his face.

“I can handle this!” she said, boldly. “You think that I haven’t encountered worse?” He nodded at her.

“I figured as much,” he said. He patted his knees and rose to his feet. “So…” he said. Frida watched as he walked over to a big, black bad on the bed that they shared during nights like this. He smirked as he reached inside. Her eyes widened when she saw him whip out a dark purple vibrator just as big as his legendary member. She tried her past to keep a brave face.

“You think that can scare me?” she asked. He smirked as he shook his head.

“Scare?” he asked. “Oh, no, no. I don’t scare. I’m nice guy.” He reached inside the bag and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. He poured the water-based fluid on the ten-inch beast, rubbed it out evenly, and slipped it inside of his toy. Doug sat back and took off his shirt. He drew out the remote and flipped it to slow. Frida drew in slow breaths as she tried to keep up her brave face. Her boyfriend sat back, smirking. Here’s where it got all interesting.

The clock in the background sent chills down the stripper’s spine. She tightly shut her eyes. I won’t get in! I must not break down!

He smirked at her weakening will. “Call me master.”

“I won’t!”

“Heh.” He turned up the vibrator on the slightest notch. His ladylove let out a small gasp. Doug licked his lips at her.

“Say it!”

“No!”

He turned it up two more notches. His pants fell to the floor along with the sound of her moans. This is getting too hot for me! Yet, he chooses not to show her what he was thinking on his face. He loved the control that he held over her. Frida cried out again at the pulsing.

In ten minutes, Doug reached the highest notch. The man was now stripped down to his boxers and sitting on the floor just inches from her. Frida’s body looked rather sexy covered in sweat. He could just stop this if wanted to. However, there was just one little thing left…

Frida cried out again. “I can’t hold it! Please let me cum!” Doug shook his head at her. His girlfriend whimpered.

“Can’t,” he said.

“But why not?!?” she pleaded.

“You still haven’t said it.”

“No! I…”

“Say it!”

His girlfriend bit down on her lower lip. “M-M-M-Master!” She felt the end racing towards her.

But suddenly, it just stopped. Frida jerked opened her eyes and looked up. Doug held the remote ahead her head as he stood. She looked up at him with big eyes.

“W-W-W-What are you doing?!?” the stripper asked. The man smirked at her.

“That’s it for tonight,” he said. Then, he turned and got dressed in the darkness. Frida looked over at him.

“What?!?” she cried. “Why?!?” Doug turned to her, smirking.

“Sorry, babe,” he said. “All is fair in love and war.” Frida frowned at him.

“At least uncuff me,” she complained. He smiled as he shook his head. Her face twisted in frustration.

“Why?” she asked. Doug leaned in close to her face with a grin.

“No reason,” he replied. “I just think you look rather sexy all cuffed up like that.” She gritted her teeth as he stroked her cheek. He drew back and walked over to his throne.

“Not to worry,” he said. Doug took a seat on the floor. “I’m going to stay with you all night.” The stripper gave him a blank look on her face.

“What?” she asked. Her boyfriend gave her a calm smile.

“I’m going to stay with you until the morning,” he replied. Frida still blinked at him.

“But why?” she asked.

“Like I said,” Doug told her. “All’s fair in love and war. Deal with it.” The stripper stared on at him in silence. She just couldn’t get this man.