Cindy Sherman: Untitled Film Still #16 (1978)

MADAM
(by Deborah Bavaria)

The maid answered the door took my coat and nodded in the direction of the private quarters. "Madame is waiting", she purred, in that mock French accent of hers.

"Yes, another dreary lesson in Renaissance Art" I replied. Strutting, I turned the corner and mounted the stairs, nearly imploding with desire. As I neared Madame's quarters, I began to smell that trippy incense of hers which meant one thing to me and I was closing in on it. Taking a deep, lustful breath, I knocked on Madam's door. She liked that, but when I walked in before acquiring permission, she liked that even more.

Lush and lascivious were Madam's surroundings. The Madame was pushing fifty and she had a taste for the good life. She made a bundle importing Asian artifacts, I think. But basically she was a lady of leisure and I was yet another vessel for the continuance of her pleasure. I opened the door and entered her world. Madame was reading and sat naked except of a silk chemise, which she had draped over her shoulders. "Drink?" she asked as she stood and walked to the bar.

She had a walk that I admired, assured yet provocative. Her body was firm and matured in all the right places. Though I tried to deny it…she was dream come true. I moved toward her and arrived as she was reachng for the ice. I caressed her breast and slid my thumb over her nipple. She continued with her drink-making, dimmed the lights and moved toward the bed.

Let's make love," she said.

Madame reclined on her pillows, spread her knees and bent her knees ever so slightly. I hesitated, to prove that I was still in charge, and took a slow sip. Scotch, laced with some out-lawed hallucinogenic, I supposed. I was slowly losing all analytical powers.

I disrobed on my way over to her, drink in hand. Kneeling on the bed, I grabbed her ankles and pulled her down toward me until our clits met. She was wet already. I place my drink between her breasts and could feel her moving beneath me. I moved my hand up from her thighs to her breasts, caressing her nipples and kissing her neck. This time she let out a sigh and nodded toward the pillow on her right.

I slipped my hand underneath the pillow and came up with it. A prepared syringe. It was so pure I could smell it. I removed the belt of her chemise and tied off. We were clit to clit and I knew it was going to be good. The dope hit its mark and waves of relaxation settled inside me. I began to move with her.

Leaning forward, I secured her wrists and took another sip from my drink that was still resting between her breasts. I emptied a taste into her mouth. She quivered and the drink spilled over her breasts. I licked it all very slowly. Her eyes rolled behind her head. I had her and I would continue to take it from her.

Yet, I enjoyed giving her pleasure. She was always perfectly composed, kind of eerie yet ethereal. Sometimes she even scared me with that crystal gaze or hers. Here in my grasp was this woman who seemed to know the secret wisdoms of the world and she was in full submission, playing my victim. Or, was I hers?

Noting that I had realized the game has shifted power centers, Madame smiled and slid her finger into my mouth lubricating my guns with that imported aphrodisiac of hers. We came for hours. Victims and vessels of pleasure.

Were we mirrored souls? Were we one with the Sister of Mercy, the Angels of Histoire? I absorbed these thoughts and more as I melted into Madame's ever maddening ancient eyes.