Cassies Secret Chapter Nine You all probably think I am a horrible person, well, I am not. I am very sweet, I have been told so many times. Know what? Many of you reading this would be with me if you could, you would take the chance that I would be better to you! Men are basically stupid! My favorite song came out a long time ago entitled, "When a Man Loves a Woman". Few people knew anything about female domination then. The common word, "Femdom" had not been coined. Edward made a lot of promises, even more than Charlie has made. Edward had no plans to live up to the things he told me. I made it very clear to Edward. He knew what I expected of him. Yet all he thought of were his on needs and wants. He tried to fuck me, yes after all of his promises about how he would use his tongue for my pleasure. He caught me pretty intoxicated, no, drunk. He tied me up, ME. I had explained to him how I was to small. I had told him that I had tried when I was in high school. I tried when I was in college. Both times I was hurt and the act was not consummated. I even went to a obgyn. She told me I could be made bigger, you know, operated on. She was contemplating cutting my beautiful pussy. "Like I am going to do that," I told her. "For what, just so a man could stick his penis in me! Unless a man wants to use his fingers and tongue, he can go to straight to hell!" I left there and did not go back. I suspected that before I went to her. She just confirmed it. Now I could tell men, and tell them it was obgyn confirmed. To some, well most, that made little difference. That is why I am a black belt. I have kicked some ass. A good solid kick in the balls and a man gives you no more trouble. Even a couple guys who thought they were macho left me alone after a swift kick. They wouldn't tell anyone. Would you tell around that a little girl like me kicked your ass? A few days later I met Ashley. She was kind, considerate, really sweet. As we became better friends, she was gentle. She assured me many. many times that I never needed a man for anything, no woman did. Sex that is. She needed one for a slave, for sport, etc. Not sex! So now you know why Ashley and I were so close. I had never thought of myself as gay, I liked mine and Ashley's play. It filled a void. Ok, I even got turned on by Ashley. She was highly skilled. I think she really loves me. I really loved her love-making, no pain. I am now having doubts, serious doubts about our lovemaking. Charlie is good. So very good, and totally dedicated to me, the way a man should be dedicated to a woman. If he is not, he just does not love her enough and is fit only for a slave ala "Shades of Edward". I can not believe Charlie, I have been so wrong about him. I have treated him really mean because I thought he was like all the other creeps I have known. He is not. He has allowed me to do really nasty stuff to him while giving him nothing but more deprivation and yeah, depraved treatment. I feel like a, not very nice person, yet to Charlie I am a Goddess. I do not think I will ever give Charlie, "The Goddest Test". I know he would take it, I think he would pass it, but I do not want to do that to him, I am not even sure I could. I went through a lot of planning meeting Charlie, getting the job, all for a purpose that I can not now do. I do not want to do it. I know I love Charlie. I never thought I could love a man. I certainly did not fathom falling in love with Charlie. All the jerks, and only one real man. Charlie knows how a woman should be treated. I do not believe he was taught, it must come natural to him. He has done so many sweet things to show how loving and considerate he is of me. He did not throw a fuss when I had him sleeping all night with his face in my pussy and even in my ass. Lucky for him I did not need to fart, because if I had needed to I would have and giggled at him when he got choked. That is one thing I will not have to feel badly for. When he asked if I wanted him to be my pee toilet, he would have been. I could have fed him every drop of my morning pee and Charlie would have swallowed it all without a complaint. Hey, he even knelt in front of me and stuck out his tongue into the stream of piss! He licked me afterwards and I had not even had a bath. I know I stunk! Charlie did not grimace. I know Charlie wants to fuck me something terrible. I do not know if I can take all of charlie. He is not as big as Edward. I know he would be gentle and a whole lot more understanding. I really believe Charlie would marry me in a heartbeat, knowing that his life would forever be like the last couple days. He like, totally worships me. I have never been worshiped like that. I have always thought I deserved to be worshiped. I know no one as pretty as me. I know no one as sexy as me. My figure and complection are second to none for those who like dark complectioned women with large B tits and an ass just a little larger than their top measurement. My ass has a truly beautiful heart shape, my tits have a lift to them that gives them the curve up and out look. I love showing off my bod. I love sitting in a crowded room dressed in a short skirt crossing, uncrossing, and ocassionally spreading my legs just a little so the men and some women can see my panties. I never believed there was anything wrong with that. They only see my panties and it gives them such a thrill. I have been doing that since junior high. Even my male teachers would look at my panties while pretending not to. I have sent them behind their desk to hide their bulges many, many times. It always gave me a sense of power. I like to bend over and accidently show my butt clad panties. Standing up and bending over a man's desk in a low cut blouse with no bra is cool too. I have actually seen some men drool! I know I am a meanie. I know I like to torture men sometimes. It just comes on me. Maybe there is something wrong with me. Maybe I can not ever be a wife to Charlie all of the time in the natural sense. Maybe there will always be times when I am horny that I will want, no Need, to humiliate someone, yes, even Charlie. Maybe Charlie will have to accept that and lick me after I pee, and maybe once in a while just to prove he loves me, drink all of my pee. I know I will always want him to eat me through multi orgasms, he is so good at that. I know there will always be times when I want his nose, his face, and his tongue in my ass hole. When his tongue made the trip the length of my ass crack then intered my asshole, I had an orgasm. There is something about having a man's tongue in my ass that turns me on. Maybe it is the sense of power. Edward was a hugh power trip the ultimist in power trips. I was going to do the same thing to Charlie, but I know now that I can not. I know I will need to do that again. I would like to see if I can prolong a mans life for say five years or more while using him as my toilet slave. The thing is, Charlie would willingly be my full and complete toilet slave, I think. Such power I have over a man. Many women could do things to a man if they knew it, and wanted to. It is difficult for me to accept that any, "Real woman", would not want to exert her power over a man and put him to his limit and beyond. Back to Edward. He had my wrist in the same leather straps that he was supposed to be in. He had my legs spread and fasten down. The way we played in the beginning but he was the fastenee and I was the fastener in our games. Oh, I hate him! Anyway, he was naked on top of me, trying to assure me this was for my own good. He tried as long as his dick could stand it. He hurt me, a whole lot. I cried, really cried, no man ever has the right to make me cry like that. I even begged and begged that ass hole to turn me loose. All during my pain, my cries, my begging he kept "Cooing" that it would be alright. Once he was in, I would love it. He never got in, I hated it. I promised ME, never again, and he would pay. He paid. End of story! Charlie was asleep. That is good because thinking of the past like this has me upset, hey it has me mad! I must stop those thoughts. Charlie has been nothing but sweet to me, really sweet. when I was so quiet I do not know if he knew that I was overcome with emotion. I was. Never have I been treated like the Goddess I am by a man, that did not try his best to screw me. Almost always immeadiately. I suppose since I am beautiful, have a tremendous figure, men think of me as a, "Fuck toy". Do you think that ass hold thought of me as a, "Fuck toy", when he was in the septic tank? Since I was about fifteen, yeah fifteen, guys have bumped into me, put their hands on my ass in check out lines, I have even been pinched in crowds! We are not talking about accidents! Is it any wonder I was, maybe am, a man hater! Makes you wonder how many really good looking ladies are lesbian because of sexual desires, or because of this shit! Ohh, I have to calm down. I have some nerve pills in my purse, I think I should take one. I do not want to be like this when Charlie awakens. Look I am thinking considerate things of him, just like when I could have pissed in his mouth and did not. Am I getting to soft? Cassie got up, took her nerve pill. Charlie turned over without waking. Cassie laid back down on the bed facing Charlie's back. Uhmm, not a bad ass. Cassie thought. She cuddled up to him, put her arm over his side,and went to sleep. Charlie awoke first. He felt two pointed tits in his back. Few things will make a man turnove quicker than the feel of firm, upturned tits in the back. Charlies turning did not awaken Cassie. Charlie looked at her and thought again how he was the luckiest guy in the world. The longer he looked at her sleeping form the more beautiful she appeared. Charlie's gaze took her all in, from her head, to her tits, a quick downward look her pubic mound and back up to her tits. Charlie then moved his eyes slowly down face to toes and back again. She is a Goddess, I do not know what her, "Goddess Test", is, nor does it really matter. I will do anything to prove to Cassie I think she is a Godddess. Any man in his right mind would. Hell I would be her complete, everything swallowed toilet if that is her test. Anyway waste from such a beauty could never be to bad. I would just concentrate on the knowledge that her food had been chewed by those beautiful teeth and mixed with the saliva in that gorgeous mouth. I realize that human shit is mainly bacteria and dead cells. It is not much of what she eats. Her digestive system takes care of that. Her waste is just that, waste. Who cares. She is a Goddess, and she is my Goddess. I vow to always put her needs, wants, desires ahead of my own, no matter what they are. Such is the way it should be between a man and his Goddess. I never did and never will deserve her. But I will strive to lavish her with so much attention that she will learn to love me. I know she has secrets, I do not care what they are. The past does not matter, only now and my future with Cassie. Hell, I do not even care if she killed someone. What a silly thought! I know that her and Edward flew a light aircraft into a small storm. They wrecked in the ocean. She parachuted out and thought Edward did. His body was never found. Insurance could not have been a factor. There was only a $100,000 policy on his life. The insurance company paid the claim quickly, so Cassie told him shortly after she went to work for him. She is not just beautiful Charlie thought, she is intelligent the best I ever had. In no time she was doing all of my business books, records, and transactions. Cassie handled about every thing in the office. I do not mind selling the business. I have worked long hours for a long time. She is right, it is best to retire while I am still young enough to enjoy many good quality years with my Goddess. Cassie stired, "Oh hi Charlie, sweet dreams?" She asked in her cooing sexy voice. She raised up and kissed me, on the lips. The taste of her kiss was the sweetest thing I ever tasted. I have heard of candy kisses. Well any kiss, anywhere on Cassie is a "candy kiss". She climed on top of me. Her beautiful tits about to poke a hole in my chest. I swear I could feel her nipples growing against my skin. Cassie is so sexy, I thought. It has to be just a matter of time. She started kissing me, pasionately, making little sounds with her kisses. I returned her kisses with pleasure but I knew instantly she knew far more about the art of kissing than I ever hoped to. I always heard it was not how you kissed, but who you kissed. I hoped the saying was correct for Cassie, it certainly was for me. It seemed like a natural progression as my mouth went from her lips to her neck, throat and to her tits. The nipples were getting harder all of the time. I think Cassie must stay aroused. I was really enjoying kissing her beautiful body. We turned over with me on top. I enjoyed runing the tip of my tongue in and around her belly button. Then I felt her hands on my head pushing down. Of course I knew where she wanted my mouth to go. I was headed that way anyway. She just speeded it up a little. I linger at her bush just long enough to kiss it and inhale. I liked the way her pubes tickled my nose. I could already feel the heat from her pussy. She was lifting her ass and pushing on my head. "Charlie, I need your talented tongue already. Stop playing and fuck me." I put my mouth over her lips. She was wet. She held my head tightly. I licked her slit all that I could with limited movement. Her nails went to my neck. I pushed back just enough to lick more of her. "Charlie, you are playing again." She giggled while pulling more on my neck. I could feel the pain of her nails. She started making little circle movements with her ass. My head was held tightly by her hands and those sharp nails. I was licking her clit, moving my tongue around it. I felt her thighs tighten on my face. When she did this, I had a feeling that one day I would die here. But what a way to go. She squeezed really hard. "Fuck me, Charlie, Fuck me." She released pressure and I took a deep breath and started tongue fucking her the way she like so much. My tongue was indeed a dick to her. I looked up at her face, her eyes were closed, her mouth partially open just enough to see her teeth. Her lower lip pushed out, with that, "Cassie in exotic sexual mode" look. I thrust in and out with my tongue as far as I could reach. I strived to keep my tongue movement in rythym to her gyrations and ass lifts. It was not easy, she was also hurting me. I was coming to accept when Cassie made violent love, I felt pain. I do not know if this pain was more or less than the first time on this bed. I was using all of my concentration power to move my tongue in, out, and around in attempt to maximize her sexual gratification. I found that the more I concentrated on sheer pleasure for Cassie, the less I noticed the pain. I do not know if she knew how much pain I was enduring to give her the kind of sexual release she wanted. She was building to an orgasmic climax. I continued to concentrate on her pleasure. My tongue was hurting from fatigue but I continued to give her all the tongue I had. Her moans became louder, her thrust harder intermixed with very hard squeezes of my face. When she would squeeze I could not breathe at all. Whe she would release, I would inhale and exhale as hard as I could because I knew another leg grip on my face was coming. When she would squeeze my face so hard, I could hear her sucking in air between her teeth. I could hear her even though her thighs was blocking the most of the sound. I knew she was delaying her orgasm as long as she could. She really liked to do that. When she climaxed she climaxed hard. I did not know how much longer I could keep this up. Her face fucks were hard. I knew if I lost concentration of her pleasure I would disappoint her. I know how the male praying mantis must feel. Maybe I would sacrifice my life someday for Cassie's pleasure. I wanted it to be far into the future, however. At last my prayers were answered and Cassie got over the top. As her thighs and hands relaxed her body stopped moving. She lay quietly except for her breathing. Her body was wet with perspiration. It glowed in the light. I slowly licked and sucked on her pussy. I think I am enjoying her cum more every time we make love. It has a sweet taste. I am a, "Cassie Cum", addict. I did not attempt to reach my dick. I made no comment about it. It just was not important compared to totally pleasing Cassie. Nothing mattered except her pleasure. I spoke first."That was great, Cassie. I love you." "I love you too, Charlie. Each time with you is better than the last. I thought the last time was as good as it could ever get. I know the difference. This time you dismissed everything and concentrated on my pleasure. That is what it takes to have a Goddess, Charlie. You can not think of your pain, you certainly can not think about your own sexual wants. Just me, Charlie, just me. I love you for that. I know I hurt you. I know you are still hurting from our tremendous fuck. I would be lying to you if I said it would ever be different. When we have finished making love, I like to have my ass kissed and licked, even more so if you did not do that during foreplay. Lick my ass, Charlie. That shows me you love me. It shows that you belong to me. It shows you really enjoy our love making. It shows you continue to think of my pleasure instead of your own like most men. Those are the reasons I want you to kiss and lick my ass when we finish making love. Do you mind, Charlie?" I was already planting light kisses on her lovely ass cheeks, making little circles with my tongue. There was not a pimple, not a blemish of any kind anywhere on her ass. She was making little moaning sounds and whisper of encourgement as my tongue slowly went the length of her ass crack. I brought my mouth back to her asshole. I kissed it pasionately. Frenched it lightly. then pushed my tongue in her ass a little. I did not mind the taste as much as I did before. Her little cries of, "Oh Charlie, that is soooo good. You are proving you love me." Was all I needed. I licked her ass, thinking of how beautiful she was and how much she was getting off on it. How could I give much thought to my very tired tongue. I tell my self that I will not ask to stop, I will say nothing about my dick that is so engorged, I will only continue to give Cassie pleasure. "Ohhh Charlie, that is enough, besides, I have to pee." I moved my tired mouth to her pussy. I think it was automatic. "No, Charlie, you can not drink my pee all of the time no matter if you do want to." I knew that also. Determind to be the greatest lover Cassie could ever dream of, I said. "May I carry you to the bathroom, cassie? I love the feel of your body on me as I give you rides." Cassie slid off the bed and sat on me as before with her beautiful legs on my shoulders sticking straight out in front of my head. "Giddy up, Charlie!" She said with a sweet giggle. "Ohhh Charlie, you are so big! I have never seen anyone that big. Yeah, Charlie I hope you never tire of getting face fucked. "Your tongue is ideal size and almost ideal length. Would you have the skin under your tongue clipped for me, just so you could go a little deeper in my love canal?" I did not know what was involved in that, or if there were any repercussions, but it sounded like a reasonable request. "Yes, of course I will. That will be my honeymoon gift to you!" I gave her a ride to the toilet. She dismounted and sat on the commode. I knelt in front of her. As I looked into her eyes, she mouthed, "Ilove You," with the worlds most beautiful lips. When she started to pee, I could not help but stick my tongue in the yellow flow. I would get her piss on my tongue, bring my tongue back in my mouth, savor the flavor then stick my tongue back out for more of Cassie's piss. When I brought my tongue back in my mouth the second time, she ceased to piss. She was waiting on my tongue to come back out. I raised my eyes to try to see her face to look at her eyes as my tongue came back out for more Cassie Piss. I could not see her face. She started pissing again and as soon as my tongue was wet I brought back in my mouth again. Again she stopped pissing. She had a lot of control. I do not know how many trips my tongue made out and in. I did not swallow much of her piss but I sure had the taste in my mouth. When she finished, I licked her pussy of the last drops of her sweet flow. I felt no embarassment, I certainly felt no shame. I was doing this because I wanted to. I know Cassie deserves it. This way she knows she is special and shows how special I think she is. A man tells a woman she is special, she is beautiful, that he loves her, etc. But how many ways does he prove it? As I was licking her, I looked up at her. Her eyes were full of admiration and I hope love. "You are a real find, Charlie, I love you so much. I really do." She got off of the toilet. "Stay just like that, Charlie," she giggled. She mounted my shoulders with her facing my back. She tucked her toes in the sides of my back. "I like rides like this too." She said. I started moving forward with my mouth on Cassie's pussy. "I will guide you Charlie." She giggled. "Here give me your hands. You will get my guidance system very quickly". She giggled. She was right. When she wanted me to go to her left she would bite a finger on my right hand. If she wanted to go right, a finger on my left hand got bit. "This is fun, Charlie, I like to ride, I like to bite. I love your mouth on my pussy. You are so much fun!" Sometimes Cassie's bites were light,sometimes quite hard. I hoped she was not brusing me to badly. I don't even know how many bruises I had already. Enough that a few more would make little difference. Cassie rode, always moving her ass so that my mouth was giving her pussy a massage. I kept licking her with my tired tongue. I hoped it would get stronger and have more endurance. I never wanted to disappoint Cassie. After I stumbled several times, Cassie said. "Charlie, I know you love my riding you like this, but you must be exausted. Let's stop for awhile." See how considerate Cassie is becoming. I would have let her ride as long as she wanted or until I was unable to get up after a stumble. My only real concern was to be sure I cushioned her fall so she would not get hurt. A couple times my face hit the carpet and her ass landed on my head. Both times she said. "Opps sorry, did it hurt?" More signs of how considerate she is. As beautiful as she is, I would never have dreamed she was so sweet. "Charlie you are going to wear out my little pussy with that big ol tongue of yours." I loved it when she said witty things like that and giggled afterwards. Cassie has a wonderful sense of humor. "Charlie if you can keep your mouth away from my pussy long enough, we need baths! You are insatiable! You may be to sexy for me!" I looked at her and could tell she was not serious. I just do not know how much more of Cassie's love making my body can stand. Every muscle in my body aches, she of course is in fine form. I think she expect this everyday for the rest of my life. I have already agreed to sell the business so we can have more time together. I will really get in good physical condition, a lot better than now, or she will literaly kill me with her love! "Want a piggy back ride to the bathroom, gorgeous?" I asked with a smile. "Sure," she said with a beam. I quickly dropped to all fours and Cassie jumped on my back like mounting a horse. I thought my back would break. I said not a word but started crawling forward as she bounced and giggled. I hurt, but do not want her to think I am a wuss, or even worse, to old for her.