One Thousand Days of Solitude "We're going to try something a little different today," Grace announced. Naked and in bed, John was on the phone checking the weather for the day and examining a piece of art that Grace was working on. Grace stood over him, already dressed. John got up and looked around for his clothes. "You can stop looking. You won't find your clothes. Today it will be up to me what you wear...or don't. For now, come on downstairs and have coffee with me." John followed her downstairs, his cock now hard and bobbing up and down in front of him. Her voice and presence had the effect of keeping him constantly aroused. Almost embarrassing, to be sporting a perpetual erection around her. "So what's up for the day? I take it we'll be spending it inside?" "Maybe, maybe not. That will depend on several things, your behavior and attitude not the least of them." She stood up. "Bring your coffee." Grace pulled open the doors to the patio. "It's a warm day. I’ll make coffee and bring it outside." John glanced around and decided it was early enough that her neighbors wouldn't be out yet. He grabbed a book and stepped outside to wait for her. He put a towel on the chair, sat down, and picked up his book. Grace soon came out with the coffee and setting it down, came around behind him and started to rub his shoulders. As John glanced up, her hands slid forward. Using thumbs and forefingers she pinched both his nipples and said "But remember to be on your best behavior." Ringggg! "Damn, who could be here so early? John, stay where you are," Grace said over her shoulder as she headed for the door. He could overhear the conversation. "Oh, hi Hannah. I forgot we were walking this morning. John and I were just having coffee in the garden. Would you like to join us or just get started with the walk?" John quickly moved behind the table and had just slid down when Grace came walking back out. "I told you to stay where you were!" "But I thought that your friend might come back here too!" "And what if she had? It would have been my decision. Well, we'll deal with this problem when I get back." Grace spun around and walked quickly back into the house and out the front door. John was a little shaken, but still really hard. He stood up and moved back into the house, closing the glass doors behind him. John sat on the sofa, thinking about what had just happened, how aggressive and controlling Grace had been. "But I liked it" he thought, looking down at the evidence rising from his lap. Slowly stroking his cock, John started thinking about Grace. Her pert, petite breasts, her perfect bottom...he started stroking a little faster. Soft lips, hard, flat belly. Mmmmm. "John! What are you doing! I leave for two minutes, and come back to find you masturbating?" John was bright red with embarrassment. "I thought you were out for walk!" "I told Hannah that we'd walk tomorrow instead. But don't let me interrupt you!" John just sat there, holding his cock and looking at her. "Well? Stroke it! If you're going to jerk off I want to watch you!" Grace sat in an easy chair, her hands folded in her lap. "Stroke it on this count...1..2..3..4...Now!" John started stroking his cock at the tempo Grace had set. Embarrassed, but immensely turned on, his cock was rock hard and red. Grace got up from her chair and walked over. "You like this, don't you? You like it when I make you masturbate for me. Stroking your cock while I watch. What are you thinking about? Are you thinking about me touching you like this?" Grace reached out and grazed the inside of his thigh with a fingertip. John jumped like he'd been shocked. The finger started making circles on his thigh, climbing higher and higher. "What are you thinking about? Are you thinking about what will happen when my finger gets much higher? Will I touch your balls, or just tease around them?" Grace's fingers brushed his scrotum...she liked watching it contract. "Poor baby. Are you getting close yet?" She held his balls in her palm and lightly closed her fingers around them. "What are thinking? Are you wondering where my hand will go next? If you want to find out, you'll have to stroke faster than that. Go 1.2.3.4." As John's pace increased to the tempo Grace set, she released his balls and let her finger drift behind them. "You like it when I rub here, don't you?" she said, pressing just behind his balls. Well, I think maybe we better get my fingers a little wet. Suck on my fingers, get them nice and wet. Believe me, you'll be much happier." She slid two fingers into John's mouth, reveling in the feel of his tongue swirling over the fingertips, between the fingers, sucking. "That's enough" she said, pulling her fingers from his mouth. "You know where I'm going now? Stroke yourself faster to find out. Faster. 1234." With that she slid her saliva-slick fingers between his cheeks, pressing, probing. John jumped again as her finger penetrated the tight ring of muscle. "Stroke faster... faster...faster...now stop!" John let out a groan of frustration, but stopped immediately. "It's not going to be that easy. You know I'm still not happy that you didn't listen to me on the patio; trying to hide yourself behind the table...tsk tsk tsk. She took his hand and led him upstairs. Nodding toward the bed, he understood that he was to lie down. "Spread your knees, and put the soles of your feet together...No, don't say anything yet. Just do as I say. Now, I want you to start masturbating for me again. Very slowly. 1...2...3...4...1...2...3...4. Tell me what you think about when you stroke your cock." "I think about you. Your smell when I nuzzle your neck; the feel of your lips on mine; the way your nipples feel on my tongue; how you gasp a little when I take them between my teeth. I think about sucking on your toes and how they feel in my mouth. I think about nibbling the inside of your thighs; the clean, kind of salty taste of your pussy. I think about your bottom, and how I love to squeeze it; pull the cheeks apart; run my tongue down the cleft. I think about how it feels to first enter you, sliding into your pussy from behind." She pulled on one of his nipples. He gasped. She knew he liked that. "Stroke yourself a little faster; 1..2..3..4..1..2..3..4. Good. Now tell me, is that all you think about?" "No. Sometimes I think about you watching me masturbate. Telling me how to do it, and how fast. I think about you like you are now. Fully clothed, watching me stroke my cock. Sometimes I think about you filming or photographing me while I masturbate. I think about you teasing me, not knowing if you'll let me cum, or if I'll have to wait another day." "Pinch your nipple, but keep masturbating at the same pace." She dropped her hand to his balls and began tracing circles with the nail of her forefinger. She smiled at the quiver that ran through him. "And that's it? You think about making love to me; you think about me watching you masturbate, maybe taking pictures; you think about me teasing you; anything else?" "I think about different scenarios. different fantasies. Like going to your house and surrendering all my clothes to you. I think about a game where you keep me very aroused, but don't let me cum. Sometimes I think about us going out, and you have me wear baggy pants and no underwear. You play with my cock, and then giggle as I have to figure out ways to hide my erection. "Pull your legs up." She moistened a finger, spread his cheeks, and started circling his asshole with ever smaller spirals. She was quickly at the center, and with a little push moved the first knuckle of her finger into his ass. Rocking the finger back and forth, Grace knelt down between his legs. Pulling his cock forward, she licked from the base to the tip, then using it to part her lips, penetrated her mouth. Still for a moment, she let his cock absorb her heat, know the soft insides of her cheeks, the slightly rougher feel of her tongue. With small movements, her tongue started moving back and forth, sweeping the underside of his crown, Like a pendulum increasing its arc, the sweeps gradually became wider. Suddenly her tongue was swirling around the head while her lips moved up and down the shaft, a tempest of sensation that was driving John toward a critical edge. Sensing how close John was getting to a climax, Grace slowed. Without releasing his cock from her mouth, she turned, putting one knee on either side of his head. She wasn't wearing any panties. Slowly, she lowered her pussy to his mouth. Only then, with her pussy pressed against his face, did she lift her mouth from his cock. "Lick me," she directed. He really had no choice, as Grace started sliding her hips back and forth, forcing his tongue the full length of her pussy. "Oh, oh, yes, mmmm, I like that." Riding his tongue, Grace moved her hands to her pussy and spread the lips. Her clit now standing out, John captured it between his lips and began to thrum back and forth with the tip of his tongue. Sometimes harder, sometimes softer, but with a steady rhythm, John drove her relentlessly onward. Grace's whimpers turned to gasps and moans. Leaning forward, her clit popped from John's mouth as she began to grind her pussy against his chin. John reached up for Grace's bottom, now spread out before him. With his tongue between her cheeks, she suddenly sat up, frigging herself faster as she pushed back against him. And she came. Hard. Collapsing on John's belly, she watched his cock twitching, still not satisfied. Fascinating, she thought, drifting off to sleep. Chapter 2 "What...what's going on?" Grace stammered, unable to rub the sleep from her eyes. A slinky coolness wrapped one wrist and both ankles...silk scarves anchored to the bedposts. "We're going to try something a little different today" John announced, glancing down at his down at his cock, "or maybe you've already guessed that." With that, he walked over and put several pillows behind her head, propping up her shoulders. She was slightly uncomfortable with the tension on the bindings. "Keep still and don't struggle. I'll be back in a few moments." "How long are you going to keep me like this?" she called after him, coquettishly putting one finger in her mouth. He didn't answer. The minutes dragged on and Grace was starting to get worried. Had she pushed things too far. Teasing was one thing, but she knew there were limits...even though she hated them. Glancing up out of her reverie, she realized that John was standing at the foot of the bed, dressed only in jeans. Partially open, his hard cock jutted out in front of him. Mmmmmmm. Grace jumped. Mmmmmmm. There was something vibrating ever so gently between her legs. "You like my remote control?" "What are you going to do?" Grace asked, a quaver in her voice. That depends. Do you trust me?" Grace just looked at him. "Do you trust me? I want you to say it. If you don't, we'll stop right now. Tell me, do you trust me?" Grace looked into John's eyes. "Yes, I trust you" she whispered. John smiled, bent down, and kissed her gently on the lips. "Good." John reached into a pocket and removed another silk scarf. Folding it several times, he placed it over her eyes and tied it behind her head. Grace started to tremble. Tied, blindfolded, she had never been so vulnerable. Looking down to admire his handiwork, John thought "She's so beautiful." Taught breasts, flat belly, her mons a soft curve rising slightly. Light curls framing her beautiful pussy. Almost a shame to remove them, but they had to go. Taking a washcloth and a basin of warm water he'd brought from the kitchen, John began to gently moisten the area around her curls. Then anointing her mons with shaving cream, began to remove the small reddish fringe. Grace began to squirm. "Better stay still. I wouldn't want to nick you." In moments, she was smooth and glistening. Trying to picture what she looked like, spread naked and bound before him, the feeling of exposure was incredible. She heard John rustling around, opening a drawer, then felt him kneel next to her. "Ow!" "Just a nipple clip. Your breasts are so pretty when the nipples are hard like that." Her pussy was flowing now, and she could feel the wetness leaking down between her cheeks. The vibrator was keeping up a steady hum. She could already feel herself building toward a climax. John must have noticed too, and the intensity of the vibrations suddenly diminished, to be replaced by a tongue licking slowly up her thigh, the tip leaving a blazing trail from her knee and traveling upward. "I do love the way you smell. You're so wet. I should have put a towel under you." She jumped as John's tongue grazed her clit. She could feel his hot breath on her belly, then cool as he blew across her nipples. The clip was suddenly gone, but then quickly replaced by his teeth. She loved it when he chewed on her nipples. As she lay there, blindfolded and restrained, Grace felt John's hand slide down her belly and between her legs. Then gently, ever so gently, he began to push the small vibrator into her ass. As the vibration increased, John left her breast and moved his mouth over hers. Softly licking, his tongue tracing the outline of her lips. His hands came up, cupping her face. Sharing each breath. John pulled off the blindfold and Grace gazed up at him, falling into the cool blue waters of his eyes. John spoke. "What would you do if I released you?" "What ever you want. What ever you tell me to do." "Excellent." John straddled her belly and reached up to release the scarves from the bedpost, then did the same with the ankle restraints. "Stand up." Grace stood, a little shaky, and still acutely aware of the small vibrator humming in her ass. “Here,” he said, handing her a pair of panties. “Put these on. I wouldn’t want anything slipping out.” Grace pulled on the panties, snugging the back between her cheeks. “Now, I want you to stand in front of the window and rub yourself…slowly…through your panties. She did as she was told, quickly bringing herself to the brink despite the slow pace. John watched her getting more and more aroused. “How close are you?” “Pretty close!” Grace gasped out. "Good. Stop. I've picked out some clothes for you," pointing to an emerald green beach wrap, white peasant blouse, and sandals that were laid out in the dressing area. "You'll notice that there is no bra, and those panties will be left here too. Hey! I said Stop!" John pulled her hand out from between her legs. Holding it for a moment, her brought her wet fingers up to his face and ran them across his upper lip. Inhaling deeply, he muttered, “I just love the way you smell!” Grace giggled. “Oh, there’s something funny is there? He scooped her up and through her on the bed, skinning the panties off her as she struggled. He finally subdued her by using his weight to pin her arms. The little tussle had aroused both of them. “Is that one of your fantasies?” John asked. “Do you want to be forced? Controlled?” Grace shook her head. “Then tell me, what is it that turns you on the most? What really gets you wet? What's your favorite fantasy when you masturbate?" Grace blushed. She wasn't really comfortable talking about this. Biting her lower lip, cheeks ablaze, she lowered her eyes and began. "I like a lot of the same things you do. I like it when you watch me masturbate. I like spreading my legs wide so you can see my pussy and my asshole. I like it that you can see how wet I am, how excited I am to be showing myself to you. I like spreading my pussy lips and rubbing my clit while you tell me how fast to go. I like to get to the edge fast, and then have you keep me on the brink, telling me to go faster or slower." "Do that now. Lean back in the chair and spread your legs. Slide your hips forward so your bottom is over the edge. Spread your pussy lips and start rubbing your clit slowly. 1..2..3..4." Grace started whimpering almost immediately. The combination of the exposure, the fingers on her clit, and the vibrator in her ass were almost too much. John seemed to realize it and reached forward, pulling on the thin chain linked to the vibrator. With a slight tug, it slid out. "Thought that might be too much for right now," John said with a grin. But don't slow down. I want to see the juices running down your thighs before we go out. Go 1.2.3.4.1.2.3.4." Grace's hand went faster, two fingers making circles over and around her clit. "I love watching your face while you do that. The color in your cheeks, your lips red and puffy, your breath getting ragged. Hmmmm. But don't get any ideas. You know you'll be in big trouble if you cum. Go faster...1234." Grace's hand was a blur on her pussy. Her breaths were coming in gasps. Seeing her teeter on the brink of climax, John was hard pressed whether to let her go over or not. Not. "Stop! I don't want you to cum yet. Catch your breath, then put on some panties. “Ok, off with the panties and on with the blouse. I'll carry the wrap. " She followed him down the steps and out the patio door, her only clothing the thin, white blouse. Already her nipples were like little stones, just at the prospect of going outside in her skimpy shirt. Stepping out the door she asked, "What are we doing?" "We're going out to the sculpture park" John replied. "Here, let me tie this wrap around your hips." He fastened it loosely, the thin material just hanging on her hips and the curve of her bottom. " Now quiet, not another word until we get there." Grace decided to accept the inevitable. She thrust out her chest and sashayed down the street, keeping a half-pace ahead of John. The few people they passed would glance at them and, men and women alike, let their gaze slide down to Grace's breasts, their silhouette clearly visible through the thin shirt. She couldn't believe how much she was getting off on this. As they walked along, John let his hand slip down to Grace's hip. Guiding her steps, he pulled her into a bus stop shelter, the dirty glass partially shielding them from passing traffic. "You know it's my turn now," he said, pulling her against him. Grace looked up at him hopefully. "We could call off the game. We could just go home and make love to each other for the rest of the day." "No, I don't think so. I have an idea, but we'll have to do some shopping. In the meantime though..." With a flourish, John whisked the wrap from around Grace's hips. John held it fluttering in front of her, leaving her naked from the waist down. "To get this back, you have to cum. Take as long as you like, but if I were you I'd start now. There's a bunch of teenagers hanging out in front of that corner store, and if they walk this way you only have about two minutes." Grace was stunned. Thoughts flashed through her head. "Was he really going to make her masturbate here? At a bus stop? Well, at least the glass was so dirty no one could really see through. The only real risk was a pedestrian. Hmm...better hurry." Already wet, she plunged two fingers into her pussy and started working her clit with the other hand. Nipples tight and hard, they were plainly visible through the thin white shirt. "She's so beautiful," John thought, "sitting there with her legs spread, her shaved pussy glistening, nipples trying to poke through her shirt." He glanced down the street and, indeed, the group of teenage boys that had been in front of the store were now walking this way. Grace was getting into it now. Losing all inhibition the closer she came to an orgasm, her right hand was flying over her pussy. "Oh my god, Oh my god, I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm going to cum right here!" "Well," John said, "if you're going to, you should probably do it pretty fast. Those boys are less than a minute away. Think you can cum that fast and still cover yourself up?" Grace started going even faster, desperate now to finish what she started. "John!" she gasped, pinch my nipples! Hard!" John obliged, tweaking and pulling on her nipples while she masturbated as fast as she could. "Where are they?" she gasped. How close are the boys?" John glanced down the road. "I'd say you have about 25 seconds. I don't think you're going to make it. I think you'll have to choose between stopping now, or cumming while these 17 or 18 year old boys watch. If you want to stop I'll give you back the wrap on a provisional basis. And I think you better decide right now, because they're about15 seconds away." "What provision?" Grace gasped. "I'll tell you later. But if you're going to stop it has to be now." "Arrgghhh!" Grace pulled her fingers from her pussy. "Give it to me! Hurry!" John gave her the wrap. As the boys walked in front of the bus stop, Grace only had time to drape it over her lap, leaving her bottom bare against the metal bench. The boys stopped for a moment, looked at Grace's disheveled hair and partial state of undress, and then glanced over at John questioningly. John returned the glance. "You know how it is. First really hot day of the summer. See you around." Clearly a dismissal, the boys moved on. Alone again, Grace stood up and put on the wrap. "That was very naughty. Making me choose like that. How did you know I wasn't going to keep going and just let them watch me?" "I didn't know for sure, but I wanted to find out. What I still don't know is whether or not you would have kept going if I hadn't made it your choice. Would you have kept going if I told you to? Would you have let those boys see you half naked, watch you cum?" Grace stepped close and wrapped her arms around him. "Yes. If you told me to I would have let them watch me." John returned the hug, drawing it out, rocking back and forth, savoring the moment. Then stepping back, announced "Come on! We have some shopping to do!" Chapter 3 After 20 minutes, Grace was complaining. Her feet hurt, and the wrap kept trying to unwrap. "Stop whimpering! We're almost there." They turned a corner and John pulled her into a small shop. The sign on the door announced it as "Bottoms Up". And it was all about bikini's. On a bulletin board were a host of endorsement photos from happy clients. Grace paled. "You can't possibly expect me to go to the beach in something like this! I might as well be naked! No, this is even worse than naked!" She was getting hysterical. "Easy, Easy! Don't jump to conclusions. They have other styles! Here, look at this one," he said, holding up a much more substantial suit. "Go try it on." Grace walked to the changing room and a moment later the door swung open. She looked like a crouching tiger, dressed only in the black bikini bottoms and no top. "How about it?" she asked. "Do you like it?" "I do like," said John, but I think I prefer this one," holding up a tiny white piece of material. "It's just a string in the back! And that top! It will just barely cover my nipples!" "Ah," John observed," but at least it's opaque. I think that's the choice." And turning to the sales girl said, "We'll take it. In white, please." If modesty is an issue," the salesgirl began," John interrupted. "White's perfect. Thank you." The girl shrugged and dropped it the bag. "Ok." She rang up the sale and dropped the wisps of material in a bag." John paid, and taking Grace's hand walked out into the bright sun. "Stop looking so worried. This is going to be fun!" "Yeah," said Grace, looking over at him, "For who?" "For both of us. Now just think happy thoughts 'til we get to the beach." Cutting through the sculpture park on the way to the beach, they started down a meandering path that led away from the road. After a few hundred yards John turned to her and said "Take it off." "What do mean? Take what off?" Grace was confused. The wrap. I want you naked from the waist down, and I want you bent over that sculpture. Do it now." Not believing herself, she did. "My god," she thought, "I'm half naked with my bottom in the air, in the middle of the day and not two miles from my house." Just as that thought flew through her head, John slide his cock into her pussy. Rocking back and forth a few times to get into rhythm, he started pounding her pussy mercilessly. At the same time, one hand went to her clit, and the other to her ass. With John's thumb rubbing her anus, his other hand strumming her clit, and his cock buried in her pussy, Grace was on the edge within seconds. Passing traffic could see that something was happening, but not the details. Luckily, traffic was heavy and no one could stop. "Oh my god! I can't believe you're going to make me cum in front of all these people! What...What if..."it was too much. Grace erupted in stifled squeals as the orgasm ripped through her. John was close, but not there yet. Picking up the pace, he grabbed her hips and started pulling her against him. Grace had come down from her orgasm, and John was getting really close. Voices. "Oh shit." John pulled out and quickly shoved himself into his pants. Grace grabbed the wrap and tossed it around her hips, just as two women came into view wheeling their bicycles. "Hi there. Great day isn't it?" "Absolutely" Grace replied, a smile spreading across her face. "Hey John, this is Betsy and Lynn. They're students in my art class." And turning back to them, "You guys out for ride?" "Yeah, just a short one. Maybe head down to the beach. Hey, is your friend OK? He looks sort of flushed." John was indeed flushed, and in fact was sitting at the base of the sculpture still trying to catch his breath. He'd been so close. Grace glanced down at him with quirky grin and a sly look. John got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach and just shook his head "No". Grace grinned wider and nodded "Yes". "Yeah, he's just been having, ummm, how shall I put it... a hard day." "Really. What do you mean?" "Well, I've been kind of teasing him since we woke up, but haven't let him…you know… cum." The two women looked at John, then at each other and started to giggle. "Poor guy. He does look like he's in rough shape." "Uh huh. I'm surprised he's not hard right now," Grace said. But you know what? I bet I can get him hard without even touching him. Want to see?" John's cheeks were flaming, but Grace didn't care. "John, come here." He stood up slowly and took the two steps toward Grace. She leaned over and whispered, "If you can keep from getting a hard-on, we'll leave right now; if you can't, I'm going to take this as far as I want. No limits." Then in a louder voice, "When we get home, I want you on your back, stroking your cock as fast as you can. I want to feel your tongue between my cheeks while I watch you masturbate. And of course, I'll tell you when you can cum." Just the sound of her saying that was enough for John's cock to start a rapid journey skyward, tenting out his baggy pants. "Oh my god! Look at that." the one woman giggled. "That's amazing!" her friend agreed. "You certainly know how to push his buttons. How long are you going to leave him like that?" "Like what?" Grace asked. "Well, you know, all hard. Are you going to make him stay like that, or are you going to let him, ummm, have some relief?" "I hadn't really thought about it. He hasn't done anything to earn "relief". Do you have any ideas? Something that will show he deserves it?" They looked at each other and whispered for a moment. "If we come up with something, will he do what you tell him?" "Hmmmm. We'll have to ask him." She turned to John and smiled. "Sweetie, you'd do anything for me, wouldn't you? Even if it might be a little embarrassing? Won't you?" John looked at her and nodded. Grace frowned. "That's not very convincing. Tell them that you'll do whatever I want. Make them believe it." John turned to Lynn and Betsy. "I'll do anything Grace wants me to do. I love her too much to disappoint her." Grace's smile returned. "That's sweet," she said, glancing down at the tent in his trousers, "but is that the only reason you listen to me?" John blushed. "No. It turns me on when you tell me what to do." "Well, we'll explore the "why" behind that another day. For now though, a little test. Step out of those pants and hand them to me." John stared at her with a look of disbelief in his eyes, but Grace just smiled and waited. When John made no move to comply, Grace rolled her hand in a motion suggesting that he get on with it. Slowly, he undid his belt, pulled the zipper down over his erection, and let the pants fall to the ground. As he bent down to pick them up, Grace slapped him on the behind. The three women grinned, looking at him standing there half naked, totally erect, and bright red with embarrassment. "Congratulations!" Grace said with a smirk, "You passed the test. You can put them back on." She handed him the pants and he almost fell over, rushing to get them back on. The girls were impressed. "So how long are you going to leave him like that?" Betsy asked. "I haven't decided yet," Grace said, glancing over at John, "but like I said, certainly until he earns his "relief". John groaned at the news, to the amusement of all but him. "Boy, listening as well as he does, he'd make a great subject." "Subject? Subject for what?" Grace wanted to know. "Well, you know, for art class. A model." "You know, that might be something we could arrange. What do think John?" Grace said. John didn't answer, confused by what had just happened and the feelings that were coursing through him. Grace smiled. "Well, we'll see. Now that his pants are back on, we should get on with our walk. Have a good ride." "Yeah, thanks." They looked at John with big smiles, "Hey, it was a pleasure seeing you. Bye!" As the two women walked off down the path, John dropped to the ground. "I can't believe you did that!" "I was just about to say the same thing about you. I really didn't think you'd go that far. But what part can't you believe? That I got you got hard so fast without even touching you? Or that you actually got naked for those women just because I told you to. It got me so wet, knowing that you'd listen to me like that. And you obviously liked it. What was it about the situation that you got off on? The exhibitionism?" John thought for a minute. "No, not really. It was partly the public place, but mostly it was about relinquishing control to you in front of other people." Grace took both hands and helped him to his feet. Draping an arm around his waist, her hand found its way into his pocket. From there, it was the most natural thing in the world for her fingers to close over his cock. Claiming territory. At the same time John's arm was going around her shoulders, pulling her close, his lips on her forehead. Almost overwhelmed by the moment, by the feeling of love and connection, Grace whispered, "Let's go home." "Home?" John asked. "But what about the lake? It's really close, and we have a brand new bikini for you to try." "Are you sure you're up to it? I haven't let you cum all day, and seeing me in that suit might be more embarrassing for you than me." "I'm willing to risk it. But you have to agree to listen to me for one hour. Put yourself in my hands...totally." Grace thought for moment. "Hmmm," she thought, "he's already had me masturbate at a bus stop and fucked me in the park...what more could he possibly do?" She decided to take the plunge. "OK, whatever you tell me to do, I'll do. For one hour, but not a second more. When does it start?" "Right now. Put on the suit now." Grace reached for the bag, but John pulled it away. "No, I want your clothes off first, then you can put on the swimsuit." Grace looked at him for a second, then started taking off her clothes. Within a few seconds she was completely naked, standing in a pool of sunlight that had made its way through the trees. Overcome for moment, John took a step forward and wrapped his arms around her. His hands dropped to her bare bottom, pulling the cheeks apart, letting his fingers feel the deep crevice. Pulling her against him, he kissed her. Light and playful at first, then segueing into a deep, hot, tongue-fencing kiss. With a deep breath, John let go. Handing her the bag he said , "You better put something on before we get carried away." Reaching in, Grace pulled out the triangles and string that made up her new bathing suit. Slipping into the bottoms, she was suddenly glad that John had shaved her bare earlier that morning...it barely covered her pussy. The top was just as substantial, covering her nipples but that was all. "OK, put on your blouse. Here, I'll take the wrap." Grace gaped at him. "You expect me to walk down to the beach wearing this? You're nuts!" John looked at her sternly. "You're not being very obedient. I'll tell you now that you'll be less happy if I have any reason to punish you. One more word and there will be no blouse." About to say something, Grace's mouth snapped shut. "I meant that I'd hold it while you put the blouse on, but I like your idea much better," John said with a grin. "You know that I love that little bounce in your cheeks when you walk." She tossed the wrap to John and spun around on her heel. "Fine. Let's go." It was almost a challenge. "You know, I was going to let that slide, but I'm not happy about your attitude. Time for an adjustment!" John took her by the wrist and led her away from the path toward a stream lined with willow trees. Removing the drawstring from her wrap, he tied her arms around one of the willows, leaving her in an embrace with the tree. "John! What are you doing?" Grace was getting nervous. "Take a step back from the tree so you're leaning against it. Bend at the waist and spread your legs." Grace did as instructed. She couldn't tell if he was truly mad, or if this was just part of the game. Not wanting to take a chance, she decided to obey. "Very good. Do you know what's going to happen now?" he asked. Grace craned her head and looked back over her shoulder. Seeing John strip the leaves off a willow wand, she blanched. "No, John. Don't. You know how tender my behind is. That's really going to hurt!" "Hmmm. Perhaps you should have thought of that before you copped such an attitude. And anyway, I thought you trusted me. Maybe I won't do this after all. At least, not until you ask me to." "What, you think I'm going to ask you to spank my behind? Why would I do that?" Grace asked. "The only real answer is trust. You trust me to not do anything that would hurt you or us. You trust me to make anything I do as exciting for you as it is for me. Or you don't. And I need to know that right now." Grace's eyes were glistening with tears, those few brief words bringing to mind the love, and caring, and excitement, and everything else she felt when John was with her. Of course she trusted him. "Please John, I've been very bad. Not listening, talking back. Please, will you spank me? I really deserve it and I won't feel right until I'm punished." Grace spread her legs wide and waved her bottom back and forth. One side of her bikini became untied, and her wiggling left her bottom bare. "Please John? Spank me! Spank me now!" Never really doubting her, John reached up and broke off a new branch. "Close your eyes". John hadn't stripped the leaves from this branch, and began to gently brush Grace's bottom. First along the sides, up and down, and then straight down the middle, between her cheeks, now spread wide for him. Pushing the branch forward, the leaves tickled her belly. And when he pulled back, it was a sensual rustling over her pussy. He kept it there, working the flexible wand between lips, dragging the smooth bark over her clit, the leaves combing over thighs that were beginning to glisten. Grace's hips were moving back and forth, struggling for better contact, against something, against anything. Her breath was coming faster as John dropped the branch and slid his left hand between her legs, his fingers on her pussy and his thumb between her cheeks. Thwack! The peeled willow wand came down on Grace's left cheek. Thwack! The wand came down on Grace's right cheek. It didn't register as pain, just sensation. Grace desperately wanted something inside her, but John wouldn't allow it. Instead, he kept her clit clenched between his fingers and his thumb at the entrance to her bottom. Tied to a tree in a public park and on the brink of a shattering orgasm, Grace threw caution to the wind. Oblivious to anyone walking past and only thinly veiled from the path, Grace gasped out "Ah, John, fuck me! Put your hand in my pussy! Put your thumb in my ass! Make me cum!" Thwack! Thwack! Right and left. John liked the way the stripes stood out against the white skin. Thwack! Thwack! Grace was going to have a checkerboard on her behind. "Please John! Spank me harder! I'm so bad! Spank me harder!" John obliged, crisscrossing Grace's buns with a series of quick, sharp strokes. Grace was getting into it, sliding her clit back and forth between his fingers, riding his hand into a frenzy. Grace was starting to attract attention. People would occassionally pause and peer through the leafy cover, wondering at the source of the gasps and moans wafting amidst the foliage. John dropped the switch and put a hand on Grace's hip, slowing her gyrations but keeping his fingers on her clit and ass. "There are some people looking through the trees. I think it might be those friends of yours we met before." "Oh my god! John, you can't let them see me like this! They're in my art class! They're my students!" "Ah, but you had no problem with them seeing me, did you?" "John! That was different! You don't really know them!" "So you're saying that you don't want to cum? You don't want me to slide my fingers inside your pussy...like this!" Grace clamped down on the two fingers in her pussy and gritted her teeth in a futile effort not to scream. "Ahhhh. Yes! Don't stop! Make me cum!" "I won't stop unless you ask me to, but maybe I should go talk to your friends first. We wouldn't want them to misunderstand anything. You know, it would be easy to misunderstand you being tied naked to a tree in the park. It would be easy to misunderstand the bright red stripes all over your bum. Yes, I better go talk to them. Of course, they'll probably want to talk to you as well." "No! Don't do that! Don't let them see me like this. Ok, stop!" John pulled his fingers from between her legs, then walked around the tree and untied her. Quickly gathering up the discarbed bikini bottom, Grace slipped into it and tied it back together. The wrap need more work, difficult getting the drawstring back in. Finally together, they walked hand in hand out of the woods. The path was empty. "You bastard! Those girls weren't here after all, were they?" "Well, it was hard to tell. Maybe it wasn't them. Grace spun around and started for the beach. John had to walk quickly to keep up. "You seem to be in a hurry. Can't wait to get there? Wondering what's in store for you?" Grace ignored him, but she wasn't really mad. Before long, they were walking hand in hand. As they came out of the trees the sun jumped out from behind a wisp of cloud. Sea gulls wheeled overhead, harsh cries in counterpoint to the steady roll of wavelets lapping the shore. Almost disorienting, not sure where blue water meets blue sky, the horizon just an idea. And the beach was almost empty. The serene setting seemed to calm Grace a little. "Where is everyone?" Grace asked. "This place should be packed on such a beautiful day." John looked at her. "It's beautiful now, but we're supposed to get big thunderstorms this afternoon. And by the way...we're at the beach. The blouse comes off. I want to see those creamy breasts gleaming in the sun. And I want to see them right now!" With only a moment's hesitation, Grace pulled off the blouse and laid it out on the sand. "Do you want me on my belly or on my back?" "On your belly to start. I need to rub some sunblock on your cheeks. I wouldn't want anything burning." And with that John squeezed a thick glob of lotion into his left hand. "Come on. Down. On your belly." Grace laid down. Lifting her bare bottom a little, she wiggled it for effect. "Come on! I'm very sensitive. You know how fast I burn! And it already smarts from the spanking you gave me." John slapped her ass, sending a shower of lotion several feet in all directions. "Keep it up! You're supposed to be obedient, and I'm not sure I like your attitude." But he kept rubbing the lotion into the globes of her ass, smoothing it, sliding a finger between her cheeks, rolling his thumb over her anus. The suit was so small it didn't even get in the way. With no warning, John slid two fingers into her pussy and his thumb into her ass. Grace pushed back against his hand, rotating her hips and making little mewling sounds. John knew she loved this, and wouldn't last long. Pulling her head back by the hair with his other hand, John kissed, licked, and bit his way along her neck. In only minutes, Grace was quivering. So close to cumming...so close. But it was not to be. "Get up!" John shouted, pulling is fingers from both her pussy and ass. "We're going for a swim, and I want you running into the water. I want to see your buns shaking. I want to see if that little top will stay in place, or if your breasts will pop out and start swinging! Let's go! Now!" Collecting herself, and remembering that she had promised to listen, Grace jumped up and took off for the water. John was right next to her. "Faster! Come on!" he shouted. Grace put all she had into it, and tried to pull even to John. That's when it happened. The top, a little tight to begin with and never meant as sports wear, decided to give way. The little string parted, and Grace's breasts swung free just as she reached the water's edge. Realizing what had happened, she executed a perfect dive, slicing the water and leveling out just below the surface. "Excellent!" she heard John shout as her head broke the surface. "I couldn't have planned it better!" "Oh, is this what you wanted to see?" she asked, cupping her breasts and holding them out for inspection. John swam over and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling until is rose to its full potential. Little more than waist deep, he pulled Grace further from the shore, out into deeper water. "I might as well hold on to that top for you. It won't do you much good now anyway." Grace shrugged out of the top, now more like a shred of a vest. "You like me like this? With no top and only this tiny bottom, I might as well be naked." "You know, you're right again. You might as well be naked. Let me have those bottoms too." Chagrined that she didn't know when to keep her mouth shut, Grace went under water for a moment and came up holding her bikini bottoms. John took it, and suddenly submerged. Coming up behind her, he reached in front, each hand covering a breast. Pulling her against him, she could feel his cock straining at his shorts, a hard pole pressed against her ass. "You should lose those trunks and slide your cock into me." "An excellent idea," John said, pulling off his swimming suit. I want to feel my cock sliding along your pussy. Between your lips. I want to feel the head of my cock bumping against your clit. Mmmm. That's it. Ohhh, that's great. I've got to...I've got to slide inside. Yeah." Between gasps, Grace asked, "Do you think anyone can see us from the shore? Oh, deeper, yes!" John glanced toward the beach. "Some people may be wondering, but I don't think anyone could be sure. Mmmm, I need something to push against." "Grab my hips," Grace suggested. "Here, I'll hold the swimming suits." John handed her the suits and grabbed her hips, pulling and pushing, forcing them both closer and closer to the edge. "Ooohhhh!" Grace was teetering, about to go over. "Ah. Ah. Ah." John was close behind. Suddenly a whistle pierced the air. Despite the threatening weather forecast, a lifeguard had come on duty. And they were to far out. The lifeguard, a 20-something woman stood up in her chair and waved, motioning them to come closer to shore. John turned back to Grace. "Damn. Two, maybe three more strokes and I was there. What are you doing?" John looked at Grace, confused. She had slipped back into her bikini, tying the torn string in small bow between her breasts. "I didn't tell you to get dressed. If anything, I should be dressed and you should be naked. Yeah, give me my trunks, and then give me your bikini." Grace was moving slowly back, widening the distance between her and John. "Look at the clock...your hour's up!" John glanced at the clock tower behind the beach. Sure enough, the hour was up. "OK, give me the trunks and we'll head back to the house." "No way!" called Grace, still heading toward the shore. "If you want them, you'll have to take them from me!" John launched himself forward, swimming hard toward Grace. She had a big head start, but John was quickly shortening her lead. The only problem...shallow water. When Grace started to run rather than swim, John new he was in trouble. He couldn't possibly run after her, and she could certainly run faster than he could swim. He stopped, and headed back out to deeper water. "What's the problem?" Grace called. "Suddenly shy?" She was on the beach now and had tossed the wrap back around her waist, and the towel around her neck. Raising her voice and waiving John's trunks in the air she shouted, "Are these what you want?" Grace glanced at the sky. It was starting to drizzle. "Hey John! Come here!" Grace yelled. John yelled back, "Forget it! I can't come out like this!" Grace looked at him for a second. "Have it your way," she called, "I'll just leave these here by the towel. See you back at the house!" As Grace walked away, John made a decision and dashed out of the water. Grace turned back to watch, and couldn't help but giggle seeing his hard cock bobbing back and forth as he ran. It was at that point that a realization swept over her. An epiphany of sorts, something she'd never realized about herself; she loved being in control. And now that she knew it, there was no going back. But how would John take this? A second before John got to the towel, Grace grabbed the swim trunks again. "Hey!" John shouted. "Give those to me!" Grace held them behind her back, relishing the dichotomy between her clothed form and his naked one, and deliberately drawing it out. "On one condition. Tomorrow I have an art class, and I need a model. Will you do it?" When John hesitated Grace reached out with one hand, wrapped her fingers around his balls and squeezed gently. John looked into her eyes and nodded. "For you, I'll do it." A smile lit her face. "You'll be the perfect subject!" Grace took his hands and smiled even wider. "This will be so fun! I think we'll all just love it!" and pulled him into a hug. "And what's the part I'm going to love?" John asked. "Oh, don't pretend you won't like it...everyone seeing you naked...listening to my directions. And if you play your cards right, you'll get to cum. But you'll find out everything tomorrow morning." She held his trunks out to him. "Here. Put these on." They walked home in a comfortable silence. When John closed the door behind him he announced "I'm going to grab a shower." Grace nodded and said, "Ok. I need to do some things anyway." As John let the hot water beat on his back, he reviewed the day. Big changes, and possibly lasting ones, were made. It started out with him masturbating for Grace; something that he'd fantasized about, but never done. Then he had escalated things by having her masturbate, half naked at a bus stop, and then fucked her, almost in public. She'd then taken things to an entirely different level at the park. Of course, he had spanked her, stripped naked and tied to a tree...she'd asked for it, in fact. Hmmm. They'd both learned something today, about each other and themselves. Chapter 5 John slept late the next morning, and woke up to sun streaming in the window and Grace sitting on the bed, holding a hot cup of coffee for him. "I thought you needed your rest after yesterday," Grace said, "and you have a busy morning ahead of you today. The art class will be here in just an hour, and Betsy and Lynn are coming over a little early to help me get ready." She reached under the covers and between his legs. Happy to find him hard for her, she said, "I'm so excited about this. If you think it's too much, let me know; then we'll know where the limits are." Stroking his shaft roughly she added, "Of course, I've always hated limits." Here, take your coffee and come on downstairs when your ready. But no clothes." Releasing his cock, Grace headed downstairs, calling "breakfast will be ready in just a minute!" John got up, gulped some coffee, and jumped into the shower. A good place for thinking, he decided that if Grace wanted him to do this, he would. "How could it possibly be any more embarrassing than yesterday? Besides, releasing control has some deniability...it's not really me...she making me do it." Heading downstairs, John heard voices. "Great," he thought, "Betsy and Lynn are already here." "Hi John!" they chimed in unison. "Good morning," he replied. "When did you get here?" "Oh, just a few minutes ago. Hey, does Grace always keep you au natural? It's very becoming," she teased. "Cut it out, Betsy" Grace warned. "John, take your coffee and finish it outside. I have to talk to the girls for a minute." John walked outside, hoping that none of the neighbors would be out yet. And no masturbating!" Grace called after him, loud enough for anyone in their yards to hear. John stood naked on the patio, sipping his coffee wondering why he was allowing this to happen. "She's embarrassing me on purpose," he thought, "but I'm getting off on it. And besides, soon it will be my turn to be in control." "OK," Grace yelled, "come on back in. We only have a few minutes till class starts!" They all headed downstairs, and John saw then what Grace had been working on the night before. It was a large frame made of heavy lumber, with holes drilled through the sides at the top and bottom. "John, stand in the corner with your hands on your head until we get this ready for you.” John did as directed while they busied themselves. “Ok,” Grace said, “now stand on the bottom piece with your legs wide and your arms stretched out. Betsy, you get on one side, and Lynn, you get on the other." Grace handed each of the women two silk scarves. "Wrap the scarves once around his wrists and ankles, pull the ends through the hole, and then knot it. This will let him hold the pose without too much problem." While Betsy and Lynn worked, securing John to the frame, Grace looked at him and said, "you know the DaVinci drawing that illustrates the Golden Ratio? That will be you for this class. It's an important concept and I want my students to see, know, and understand it. Of course, there were will be some added attractions as well." With John now secured, she reached both hands into the pockets of her coveralls. Pulling them out, her right hand she held the tiny vibrator John had used on Grace the day before. In her left was a jar of Vaseline. Grace walked around behind John, and he suddenly felt something cool and slick between his cheeks, and then something being pushed into him. "You remember how this works. The remote control that makes this thing buzz a little, or buzz a lot? Lynn, do you want to tell him what's going to happen?" Lynn smiled. "Here's the deal. The art class will be told that you responded to a newspaper add for a male model. They will not realize that Grace knows you. They will not know that you have a vibrator in your ass. They will only know that while modeling for them, you've gotten an erection. Secured as you are, there will be nothing you can do to hide it. There will be no directions, no one telling you to do anything, just you and your hard cock spread out for everyone's view. "Yeah," Betsy added, "Grace won't have anything to do with it. In fact, she'll apologize to the class for you getting a hard on, and offer to stop the session. That's where we come in. John looked at Grace. "You really want me to do this? What if I have to meet some of these women one day? How could I face them?" "That's not my problem. Just one more thing you'll have to deal with," Grace said. "Remember what we talked about this morning? The choice is yours." "OK," John sighed, "if you want me to do this I will." "Ok, then," Grace said. "John, we're going to drop this sheet in front of you until the class comes in and...oh, there's the door bell. You guys get the sheet in place and I'll let people in." She gave John a quick kiss and a hug, and whispered "Thank you" before running up the stairs. John could hear the voices and footsteps on the stairs, and then the scraping chairs as the class got settled. Grace started talking: "Today we're going to talk about proportions, and in this, we'll follow the lead of Leonardo DaVinci. DaVinci extensively studied the proportions of the human body. You're probably all familiar with the his drawing that illustrate the use of the golden section. The height of a person is divided into two line segments, the dividing point being the person's navel. DaVinci drew his portraits so that the distance from the soles of their feet to the navel, divided by the distance from the navel to the top of their head, was equal to 0.618; this is the golden mean. Rather than rely on small drawings, today we're going to use a model. Betsy, Lynn, could you raise the sheet for me." The women gave a small, collective gasp as John's naked body was revealed. Grace went on with her lecture. "DaVinci used the golden mean extensively, and the relationships are evident in such well know works as the Mona Lisa, The Annunciation, and The Madonna with Child and Saints. Even the unfinished work St. Jerome fits into a golden rectangle. This wasn't by accident. DaVinci purposely made the figure conform to the golden section because of his interest in how mathematics applied to art." Grace casually put a hand in her pocket, and John felt a gentle humming in his ass. He wondered if anyone could hear it. Probably not. Even though all eyes were glued on him, the class was listening to Grace. "The Golden Ratio may be applied to the sides of a rectangle to form what is known as a Golden Rectangle. A rectangle whose sides are related by phi is said to be a golden rectangle; that is, one of the sides has length of "x" and the other has length of phi(x). This was first constructed by Pythagoras in the 6th Century B.C. Golden rectangles can be formed easily by using adjacent terms of the Fibonacci series." The buzzing got a little stronger, and John felt his cock start to swell. He knew it wouldn't be long until he was fully erect. Grace continued to talk. "The Golden Rectangle, given its aesthetically pleasing proportions, is widespread in art. It can be found in the architecture of Greece and Rome, in works of the Renaissance, and in modern art." John's cock was definitely thickening now, to the extent that some of the women were nudging each other and whispering. Lynn was smirking at him. Betsy licked her lips and casually put a finger in her mouth, slowly moving it in and out. Grace was pretending not to notice and went on with the lecture. "In recent times its link with beauty has been a matter of debate. Mondrian and DaVinci both thought that art should manifest itself in continuous movement and beauty, and they both expressed movement by incorporating the golden rectangle into their paintings. The golden ratio expresses movement because it keeps on spiraling to infinity. They showed beauty in their paintings by using the golden ratio because it is pleasing to the eye. To express the Fibonacci Sequence in art one must pay close attention to beauty, proportions, and continuous rhythm." Grace's hand returned to her pocket and the buzzing in John's ass got stronger yet. His cock started to rise, and continued rising until it was rock hard and straight. He almost wished he could stroke it and get this over with. But no, it would be too humiliating to cum in front of all these women. With her back to him, Grace continued her talk. As you can see, our model is standing in the same pose as DaVinci's drawing. I'd like the class to try their hand at drawing the subject, being cognizant of DaVinci's rules of proportion. As an aid to this, I'll paint the lines making up the golden rectangles directly on to our subject." Grace picked up a brush and turned to John, almost bumping into his cock. "My god!" Grace exclaimed in mock irritation. "I can't believe you let that happen to yourself! That is so unprofessional!" Turning to the class she said, "I am so sorry. I had no idea that something like this would happen. Let's end this session and we'll pick up the discussion again next time...and I'll certainly screen the model more carefully." Lynn raised her hand. "Let's not quit now, just because this guy got a hard on. It's a good topic and I've already scheduled the time for today." "Yeah," added Betsy, "and it's not like we've never seen an erection before. Let's just keep going." "Well," Grace said, "if that's the way you feel about it we can continue, but if anyone is uncomfortable drawing an obviously aroused man, don't feel obligated to stay through the rest of this session." No one left. "OK, well then, back to business." "As I was saying, I'll draw the lines of the golden rectangles directly on our subject." Picking up a brush, Grace started painting lines on John. The touch of the brush coupled with the buzzing of the vibrator was almost too much. He started biting his lip, hoping the pain would counteract the pleasure. He had to hold off. He couldn't lose control. Not in front of all these women. "There. This should give you some hints. Please start drawing and let me know when you're done." "Grace" one young woman asked, "what do we do when we get below the waist? I mean, do we draw him like he was, or how he is?" "Good question," Grace replied. "This is really just one more proportion for us to consider. And the human body is beautiful. Draw the subject as he is. In fact, pay particular attention to his erection, as this is a proportion that you will not frequently have the opportunity to study." At this, Grace's hand went into her pocket one more time, moving the vibrator to it's highest setting. John's cock jumped. Grace continued, "Really, we can apply the same principles of proportion to our model's, ummm, equipment. And since he's so blatantly aroused, he can hardly complain if we study this aspect of his anatomy. Let me paint the relationship lines using the thighs and abdomen as the relational parameters." After a few quick brush strokes she declared, "There. I'm done. If anyone wants a better view of the subject, feel free to leave your seats for a closer examination." Several women left their chairs and knelt next to John. Some were so close he could feel their breath on his cock. One by one they returned to their seats, leaving only Betsy kneeling next to him and sketching on a board. John was on the edge. The whole situation, being naked and engorged in front of these woman, Betsy sitting right in front, staring at his cock, Grace pretending that she had nothing to do with this...he was about to cum. No, he had to hold off. He was biting his lip so hard he could taste blood. Betsy could see John trembling, see his cock twitching, she drew in a breath and sighed, blowing a stream of air over his cock. She knew he was on the brink of a climax, knew that she could force him over the edge, knew that she could make him cum in front of the whole class. Grace saw it too, and wasn't about to let that happen; she had other plans. "You know, I've changed my mind. I can see that this was not a good idea, and that not all of you are comfortable with this. I can assure you all that we'll not be using this model again, but for now, this session is over. Please, go upstairs and wait for me in the livingroom." Grace nodded toward Lynn. " Lynn, can you stay here for a minute, please." Grace went to stand in front of John as the women filed up the stairs. As the door closed behind the last one, she hugged him. "Guess I'll have to find some new students." "Not all new students!" Lynn said, "That was soooo much fun! I think we should make a club dedicated to erotic art. We can draw, paint, photograph..." Grace interrupted. "You know, that's an interesting idea, and I will give it some thought. For now, though, could you go upstairs and offer my apologies to the class. Tell them I'm too upset to talk to them right now, but we'll meet again next week at the same time." "Sure, Grace," Lynn replied. "I'll see you later. Maybe I'll see you later too, John," she called over her shoulder as she scampered up the stairs. "Hope the rest of the day isn't to rough for you!" Grace and John were both quiet for a moment, drinking in what had just happened. "Well, they're gone," Grace said. "What did you think? Was it too much?" "I'll leave the decision of too much up to you," he replied. "I told you that I'll do whatever you ask." Grace laughed. "Realy? Ok the, here's an idea. I give you a set of tasks to accomplish. All will involve masturbation in some kind of public place...a parking lot, a hotel, a beach...the "where" will be different each time. We'll drive there together. Sometimes you'll just be unzipped with your cock out, sometimes with your pants off, and sometimes completely naked. I'll document each outing with photos. The test will be how you react to instructions. Afterwards, we'll review the situation. If you can convince me that you've performed well, I'll let you masturbate until you cum." Still naked and tied to the frame, John's cock was at full attention and throbbing. He started to respond, but Grace cut him off. "We'll do this for the next six weeks...every time you visit me, or I visit you. Each time there'll be a different location, a different theme, and different level of exposure. And we'll keep a journal. You can talk about your level of arousal, the perceived risk, and what makes you want to do this. I'll add artistic notes about light, composition, difficulties involved with the photography, and the feelings that each piece brings out in me. At the end of each entry we'll talk about why the performance does or does not warrant an orgasm." "And if I get to cum, where will I have to do it?" John asked. "Excellent question." Grace stared at John, still naked, tied, and hard. "Some place at least semi-public, for sure. It will be up to you whether or not to take advantage of it. Depending on how badly you want to cum, maybe you'll take some chances. And each time you pass on a chance, the next time will be harder. Of course, you'll be getting more and more desperate, too. It's been two days so far...what will you risk after 20? I'll set the stage, but it will be up to you to do it. Will you be brave enough?" John's breath was coming faster. It was like he was approaching climax without even touching himself. "And if we made the journal, it would be just for us...right?" "Well, it would be art, and as the artist it would be up to me what to do with it. Maybe I'd show it to some of my girlfriends...you know, to see what their reactions are. It all depends, but the bottom line is that it would be up to me." John sighed in resignation, his stiff cock already giving all the agreement necessary. "You really want me to do this?" Grace looked at him for a moment, her breath already quickening. "You have no idea how much." She untied his arms. "Start stroking your cock at 1..2..3..4.." John started immediately. "Very good! I'm glad I didn't have to tell you twice." She put her hand in her pocket and the buzzing in his ass started again. "We'll start the first photo shoot now," Grace replied. "And while I do this, I'll tell you how this whole thing is going to work." John was twitching, trying not to cum. The combination of the vibrator and Grace snapping photos was almost too much. But he held on. For her part, Grace was in heaven. She couldn't believe how the weekend had turned out. She had always had a dominant side, but had never had the chance to really explore it. Usually, John was the one in charge. Grace giggled. He was so cute; gasping for breath, thrusting his hips into his hand, clenching his ass with each thrust. He was so turned on doing exactly what she told him. She wondered just how far she could take this. "There are two ground rules. First, you will masturbate when ever I tell you to, and for as long as I tell you. I don't care where you are or who is around you; those are your problems, not mine. Second, and this is very important, you will never cum without my permission. There may be more rules later, but those are the basics. Now stop stroking your cock!" John dropped it immediately, and stood there catching his breath. He was stunned on so many levels that he really couldn't process everything. Grace had essentially asked, no demanded, that for the next six weeks he put his cock under her control. The fact that she might tell her girlfriends, and even show them the photos, made it almost unbearably embarrassing for him, but also all the more erotic. Making one last stab at control he said, "Why should I agree to this?" Grace smiled even wider and hugged him. "Because I want you to." John hugged her back, and said, "I'll do it." Chapter 6 The afternoon was slightly overcast as John walked toward Grace’s house. It had been six weeks since that weekend with the art class, and each weekend since then had been an adventure. For five weeks now they’d been playing a game, with Grace challenging John to different levels of exposure, and each time raising the bar, making it more risky. The deal was that if Grace liked how he performed the challenge, he could masturbate to climax at a time and place of her choosing. If he was brave enough. When they weren’t together, the rule was for him to be hard and masturbating whenever they talked, and they talked daily, sometimes for hours. In effect, she had trained him to get an erection at the sound of her voice. Well, this was the last week for the game. Grace had asked him to come up for the weekend to accompany her to her first art exhibition, and he had managed to arrange some business in town as well. Stopping in front of the door, he rang the bell. “Well hello!” Grace beamed. “I’m so happy to see you!” She opened the door and stepped out into his arms. John wrapped his arms around her and they hugged each other close. Her scent, her voice, her feel...the response was almost instantaneous. Letting go and taking a step back, he looked her up and down. Grace was dressed in a very sharp business suit and looked fabulous. "You look just great!" he managed to get out. Grace nodded as if that were a given. “I really wasn’t sure if you’d show up. But now that you have, I don’t think that we should waste any time. You know the rules. Take off your clothes before you come in. You can put them on the table.” It was not a request. Glancing down the street, John saw that it was empty for the moment. He pulled the shirt over his head, slipped out of this shoes, and pulled off his jeans. Naked in the doorway for just an instant, he quickly stepped inside and put the loosely folded the clothes where she had pointed. Coming back over, John wrapped his arms around her again. “I’ve missed you.” Grace melted against him. “I’ve missed you too, but haven’t really known what to do about it. I love our conversations, and it means so much that you’ve given me your orgasms, but I miss things like this...like just having your arms around me.” John hugged her tighter, and pulled her head against his chest. They stood for moment, rocking back and forth, reveling in the moment. He could feel her breath, and the start of a few tears against his chest. Grace’s eyes weren't the only thing that was wet. She pushed him away and said, “Stroke your cock for me now. Fast. Go 1.2.3.4, while I go get something.” John started stroking, and Grace was back a moment later with a pan of warm water, a razor, and a can of shaving cream. “You remember how you shaved me bare a few weeks ago? Well, now it’s your turn.” She spread the towel on the living room floor. “Lie down.” John lay on his back on the towel. Grace cupped some water in her hand and sprinkled it around his cock and on his balls, then smoothed over the shaving cream. She started at the top, and soon his cock, and balls were smooth and bare. “Roll over.” John rolled onto his stomach. “Hmmm. How can I do this? OK, keep your chest on the floor and put your bottom in the air. No, spread your knees apart. Right.” John now had his bottom in the area with his legs spread wide. With his cheeks now separated, Grace wiped a handful of shaving cream between them and went to work. In no time, his entire behind was as smooth as his balls. “Now were ready,” Grace announced. "Stay like that for a moment." The flash was the first indication that she'd set up a camera and tripod. “I wanted the tripod and remote so I can be in the photos too. Of course, I’ll keep my clothes on. That first shot was great! I can get a picture of your cute bottom. I don’t think I had any pictures of you like that. Your bottom in the air and you legs spread apart, your balls hanging down below. And I like you smooth like this. I think I’ll keep you shaved." She moved him around the room, positioning him on different furniture, doing different things, her conservative dress always in sharp contrast to his blatant nudity. “For the last shot, I want you standing next to me with your legs spread a bit so I can cup your balls.” John’s cock jumped as Grace’s hand squeezed his balls, almost a little too tightly. Like she was letting him know they were hers to do with as she pleased. John liked the possessive feel of it, and she knew it. “And smile! These will be great! I love the way this looks...me dressed so conservatively and you so naked and so aroused! The composition of these photos is excellent! The girls are going to love these!” “What?! You’ve been showing these pictures to your friends?” “I told you that it would be up to me whether to share them. You thought I was kidding?” The game was suddenly getting very real. “Who did you show them too? No one I know, right?” “ A better question,” Grace said, “is who didn’t I show them too. And yes, you definitely know them, and now they know you in a way they most certainly didn’t before.” John couldn’t believe it. She wouldn’t really have done that...or would she. He was worried. What if her friends knew that he masturbated whenever Grace told him…or worse, that he could only cum when and where she told him to. And now she was going to show them pictures of him completely shaved! “Grace, don’t do this.” “Well,” said Grace, “we can think about it. For now, I’m going to run this roll of film down to the photo shop for development. If I get there soon, Susie can have the pictures for us tomorrow. I’ll tell her that you’ll be by to pick them up.” “You want me to pick them up?” “Of course!” Grace sounded surprised. “For now though, I want you sitting here in the foyer. Here, put a shirt on so you don’t get chilled. No one will be able to see you unless they actually come to the door. The dry cleaner will be delivering some things for tonight, but I should be back before that. And oh yes, the pace.. Go 1..2..3..4..and keep it up until I get back.” Before John could register a protest, she scooped up his pants and whisked out the door. “Great,” he thought, “what if the dry cleaner shows up early? What if a friend comes over?” There were two many “what ifs” to think about. He started stroking his cock as directed, concentrating on the cadence. It was kind of hypnotic, almost like meditation. He got lost in it, aware only of the stroke and breath. Until he heard the footsteps on the walk. “Yoohoo! Grace! I stopped and got your dry cleaning for you!” Just as the steps approached the front door, a car horn sounded. “Hi Annie!” Grace shouted. “Can you help me get some of this stuff out of the car?” Grace was walking toward the house. “Get that grocery bag out of the back, would you?” she said, and continued into the house. Grace walked in and looked at John still masturbating in the foyer. “Very good. I’m glad you’re staying on pace, but Annie will be here any second and I left your clothes in the car.” Grace got a sly look on her face. “I didn’t plan this, but I want you to go in the kitchen and keep masturbating. Stand just around the corner.” John stepped into the kitchen a moment before Annie appeared at the door. “Oh, thanks so much Annie,” Grace gushed. “I’m so rushed today, I don’t know what I would have done without your help. I have a few moments though. Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?” “Sure,” Annie said, heading for the kitchen table, “if you’re sure you have enough time. I know you have that exhibition in just a couple hours.” Grace headed her off. “Oh yes, but let’s sit in the living room. I put on a pot before I left and it should still be hot.” After Annie was settled in the living room, Grace walked in to the kitchen. Leaning close to John she whispered, “Annie’s back is to the dining room. I want you to walk in there very quietly. Don’t do anything that would make her turn around. I want to watch you stroking your cock while we have our coffee. And pick up the pace to 1.2.3.4.” Without waiting for a reply, she turned and took the coffee into the living room. John did as directed, standing just behind Annie, masturbating and hoping that he wouldn’t gasp too loudly. As Grace walked in she saw Annie leafing through a book. “What’s that you’re looking at?” “Oh, I saw the corner of this book peeking out from under the sofa. I must say, it makes for fascinating reading." Grace leaned over to look. “Oh yes, I’ve been keeping a photo journal of some adventures John and I have been having. Here, let me pull up a chair and I’ll tell you about them.” Grace pulled up a chair to the opposite side of the coffee table, so she could still keep an eye on John. “The first time was in a parking garage. We were on our way out to dinner and John had just parked the car. When he came around to open the door for me I grabbed his belt and told him to take his cock out. I kept him there masturbating next to the car for 10 minutes while I filed my nails. Then I started taking pictures. I told him he could cum after I finished, but some women came out of the elevator and John got scared. I was a little disappointed, so he didn’t get to cum that weekend. John couldn’t believe she was sharing all this with Annie. This was a woman he had met a number of times, and would almost certainly have to interact with again. How could he face her, knowing that she’d seen pictures of him masturbating? It was so embarrassing! But such a turn on too. “These photos here,” Grace continued, “are from the next weekend. We drove to a shopping center, but the interesting thing is that I made him leave his pants at home. His challenge that day was to park the car and masturbate until I was done shopping. He had to stay put until I came back out. Unfortunately for him, he was in a different parking space when I came back out, so he didn’t get to cum that weekend either.” John remembered that day. Grace had been shopping for about half an hour when an SUV with two young women pulled into the spot next to him. He was naked from the waist down, and had no way to cover himself. All he could do was hope that they wouldn’t look over. But they did. The one woman glanced in as she got out of the car, then called the other over. They both started laughing, and knocking on the window. He had no choice but to start the car and drive away. Grace’s voice brought him out of his reverie. “This set is the third time. We were driving across the state and I had him try different things at each rest stop. The really fun part, though, was his challenge for the weekend. I told him he could cum at the last rest stop if he could stay hard the whole way across the state. He almost made it.” “So you’re telling me,” Annie interjected, “that you didn’t let him cum for three weeks?” “Oh no,” Grace assured her, “much longer than that. But wait, this next set is great. We were at a beach and I gave him a thong to put on under his shorts. When we got down there I took his shorts and towel, and had him lay on his back. It looked like he was wearing a Speedo. He didn’t realize what would come next. I walked about 30 yards down the beach, sat in a lounge chair, and called him on his cell phone. I asked what he’d do if he got hard, knowing that he’d have to make a choice; he could either let everyone see that he had an erection, or he could roll over and show his bare bottom. Just pointing this out made him hard. Either way, he’d get to cum if he was there when I came back. As you can see, he chose to show off his bottom, but prudence go the best of him and he couldn’t hold out. These last photos of him running down the beach are priceless!” “You are so bad!” Annie exclaimed. “This is a great game, but the poor guy must have been going crazy by then! Why does he let you do this? But won’t he be mad that you’re showing me all this?” “Well, I’m sure he’ll be embarrassed, but that’s exactly why I’ll tell him. And in the end, he knows it’s my decision. But hold on, there’s one more set, and these are my favorite. Just last week we were at a wine tasting at a hotel. The restrooms were on the mezzanine level. I told John to go upstairs, around the corner from the ladies room, then call me on his cell phone. I had him face down the hallway with his back to the mezzanine area, and take out his cock. and masturbate for five minutes; he could time it, but under no circumstance was he to turn around. Of course, right after he called I went up to take photos. It was great watching him, and seeing these women walking by with no idea what was happening just around the corner. It must have driven him crazy, standing there masturbating, hearing these women going in and out, talking to each other, and not knowing if one might peek around the corner. Of course, just before the end I walked up and cleared my throat. John turned around, so he didn’t get to cum that weekend either.” John was trembling, trying desperately not to cum, but knowing that he couldn’t slow down either. Thinking about those times, and hearing Grace tell her friend about them, show her pictures… Grace knew that he wouldn’t hold out much longer, but there was another problem. When Annie got up to go she’d almost certainly see him. Grace got up and took her friend’s hands, pulling her up. “This was fun, but I really do have to get ready. Thanks again for all your help, and please, don’t mention these pictures to anyone.” As Annie stood up, Grace gave her a quick hug, and with her head motioned John into the kitchen. Annie bent to pick up her purse just as John stepped into the kitchen. Without a backward glance, Annie headed for the door. “Good luck with the exhibition. I know it will wonderful. Call me tomorrow.” Stopping, at the door, Annie turned for a moment to look at Grace. “Oh, and I love that little mirror on your end table. Tell John I said hi!” and closed the door behind her. John stepped out of the kitchen and Grace looked at him. Not giving him a chance to say anything, Grace was suddenly all business.“Oh well, sometimes these things work, and sometimes they don’t. It’s just too bad that Annie is such a gossip. Anyway, the exhibition is at 7:00. I’t only 4:00 now, so we don't have much time. Let me tell you what I have in mind.” “It’s been six weeks since you’ve cum, even though you’ve been masturbating every day. I just can't tell you how much I've enjoyed it! I know that you must be getting pretty desperate by now, so at some point this weekend I’ll tell you to cum. You won’t know when or where. You’ll have 30 seconds to masturbate. There will be no warning, so you'll have to keep yourself hard, and almost at edge. The place will be public. Maybe your ego will get in the way. Maybe you’ll choose not to masturbate in the place that I pick. No matter what, keep in mind that if you're not able to cum in those 30 seconds, you’ll be in for a very long wait indeed. "How long?" John asked. "Well, you've always been an over-achiever, and I know you pride yourself on your self control. I think that 500 days is a good target." "What! That's way too long. No way!" "Are you under the impression that this is your decision? Fine, now it's 1,000 days!" John's mouth snapped shut. "And don't think this will be easy for me either," Grace said. "While I love the way you use your tongue on my pussy and ass, I really like to have your cock inside me. This will be a test for both of us. Chapter 7 “Hurry up, we have to get ready.” Grace was pushing John toward the bathroom. “Start the shower and I’ll be in shortly. I have to lay out our clothes.” John adjusted the water temperature and stepped in. A few moments later Grace joined him. He liked washing her, and soaped her thoroughly from top to bottom, and paying particular attention to her bottom. She returned the favor, bringing him to the edge first with her hands between his cheeks and around his cock, then again with her mouth, engulfing his cock almost completely. Still not letting him cum, Grace abruptly said “Enough playing. Let’s rinse off and get dressed.” Drying off quickly, Grace dressed in an elegant but simple, emerald green evening gown, beautiful with her red hair. She laid out a black tux for John, and hustled him into it. “Step into these. I hope they fit.” John stepped into the trousers, not commenting on the lack of underwear. Grace pulled them up over this hips and fastened them. “Looks great. A perfect fit. Finish dressing and then let’s get out of here. We’re kind of in a hurry. Considering how good we are with directions, I scheduled a car to pick us up at 6:00.” Showered and dressed in record time, they walked outside just as the limo was arriving. The chauffeur, an attractive, 40-ish woman, stepped around and opened the door. As they were getting in John asked, “is the exhibition tonight a continuation of the windows theme? Or are you on to something else?” “In a manner of speaking it’s still the windows, but also a departure. The name of the exhibition is “La Ventana al Alma”. It’s hard to explain without actually showing you the work.” Without explaining any further, Grace turned and focused on the traffic flowing past them. Later, John noticed himself sticking to the seat. Reaching under himself, he felt the trousers. “Grace! The seam is open in the back of these pants! We have to go back!” “Let me see.” She slid a hand under his ass and felt for the ripped seam. As she put her hand in, it opened even more. “Well, you’re right. You do have a big hole in your pants. The back is open almost all the way from the crotch to the belt line, but we’re out of time. We’re going to get there right at 7:00 as it is.” “But I don’t even have any underwear!” “Well, you’ll have to be very careful.” Shortly before 7:00 the limo pulled up to a small gallery, with a number of people already milling about inside. I'm curious,” Grace said. “If this was your change, your 30 seconds, would you be ready? I don't think you are. You're not even a little hard." John took only a moment to pull down his zipper and start stroking his cock. Grace watched with amusement. As his breathing turned to gasps she said, "You know John, I only said what if...this is definitely not your 30 second chance! I think you'd better stop." John groaned, his cock red and throbbing in his hand. The chauffeur, who he’d completely forgotten about, was holding open his door. “It was a pleasure driving you, sir. I hope you have a pleasant evening.” Grace nudged him out the door as he jammed his cock back in his pants. He stood there for a moment, collecting himself, as the limo pulled away. He glanced toward the gallery, watching the people milling about inside. There was something odd. As Grace took his hand and they walked toward the building, it came to him. “Interesting,” John thought, “they’re all women.” Then he realized that he knew nearly all of them. They were all friends or students of Grace’s that he had met at one time or another. Glancing around, his gaze fell on the art itself. He froze. The gallery was a large room with hardwood floors, white walls, and high ceilings. At the entrance stood a placard that read La Ventana al Alma: Un Solo se Ruboriza. Mounted on the walls in life-size reproduction were the masturbation sequences Grace had photographed over the last five weeks. Standing next to him, Grace reached behind John and snaked her hand into the hole in his pants. Holding his balls in the palm of her hand, she asked,"Do you have a problem with this?" He peered in through the window, watching Grace's friends move from one display to the next. They had all met him at one time or another. Some were blushing, clearly embarrassed, and probably for him. Others openly giggled, pointed, and laughed. A few just stared, flushed and glassy-eyed. The whole thing was surreal. It couldn't really be happening. Grace squeezed his balls a little tighter. "Do you remember what I told you when we started this? That this is art, and as the artist it would be up to me what to do with it?" One of the women was reading the essay accompanying the exhibition, apparently engrossed in the thought behind the art. "You know," Grace continued, absentmindedly massaging John's balls, rhythmically tightening and releasing her grasp, "what I'm aiming for here is a multi-layered conceptual piece. On the first level, we have the photos themselves, which are designed to evoke a wide range of emotion, hopefully generating a reaction first, and then some thought." "On the next level is the essay I wrote, which discusses the social and psychological phenomena embodied in the photos...the exhibitionism, the shame, and ultimately the submission that is so clearly present." John felt his cock starting to swell again. "The third level is something that these women aren't even aware yet. That it's the exhibition itself that will be the final work of art. A performance piece that even now is continuing to evolve. Something we will all be able to experience in full measure through viewing their reactions on film." John couldn't begin to fathom the thought processes involved. At least not now. All he knew was that through these pictures, he was permanently exposed. "I know that you're terribly ashamed that all my friends are seeing pictures of you naked and masturbating. You probably just want to go hide." She opened the door and, maintaining her grip on his balls, pushed him inside, "but you really have to go inside for the full effect." As they stood just inside the door, Grace went on. "Look at them. You can read the emotions like a book. Over there...Sheila's amused, but her friend Amy is embarrassed. Rachel is finding this revolting, but she always was a little uptight. Julie looks like she's getting turned on." She continued to scan the faces of her friends."You know, there's still one thing missing here...can you figure out what it is?" Grace was silent for moment, and when John didn't respond she answered for him. "Shock. That's what's missing." Smiling, she pulled down the zipper on John's trousers and said, "Remember, I am the artist. "You have 30 seconds." Chapter 9 "Hey you!" John looked up from his magazine and smiled. It was a big smile that started at the corners of his mouth and grew until it took over his whole face. Jumping up, he swept the woman standing over him into a hug. "Hey yourself!" he managed to get out, before losing himself in the embrace. Nothing else was said...nothing needed to be. Parting, John slid back into the booth and Grace followed, sitting so their thighs touched. It had been two years since they'd seen each other or even talked. It was the deal they made after her exhibition. That had been over the top. Bringing him to a surprise photo exhibition where public masturbation, his, was on display. Grace moved her hand into John's lap, finding just what she expected. "Are you glad I still have that kind of effect on you?" she asked. John blushed. "I guess some things don't change." "Hmmm. What else hasn't changed? Do you still like being teased? I mean, do you miss having someone tell you when to masturbate, when you're allowed to cum, that sort of thing?" John look down, blushing even brighter. "Sometimes." "Oh, only sometimes. So you don’t want someone to control you, or make you take any chances, or put you in, say, difficult situations..." Grace's eyes were shining. It was amazing how easily she slipped back into her old role. With a knowing look, she said, "So tell me, how long did you play with yourself before you came to meet me?" When John couldn't look her in the eye, she knew her guess was right. "Tell me." she said with a sweet smile. "Tell me, tell me, tell me. How long did you masturbate before coming here? "About two hours," he mumbled. "And where were you doing this?" "In the car. I parked in a garage." "Ah hah. And why did you pick a parking garage for your little masturbation session?" "Because that's the first place you made me do it." "Mmm hmm. I remember. I had you masturbate until I finished filing my nails. But that time you had to stand outside the car. Is that what you did this morning?" "No, I stayed in the car." John admitted. "I see." Grace frowned a little bit. "Not as daring as before. Were you at least naked, or just unzipped?" Getting more uncomfortable by the second, John glanced around, then said in a low voice, "I kept my shirt on. My pants were in the back seat." "Well, that's something." Grace rewarded him with the return of a smile. At least if someone came by you'd definitely be caught. And were you? Caught?" "A few people came by, but I don't think that anyone saw me." Grace pretended to pout. "Oh, too bad. I'll bet that would have been sooo exciting for you. Someone to come by and see you with your hard cock in your hand. But how would you feel about it? A little embarrassed? Totally ashamed?" Grace answered the question for him. "I bet you'd feel humiliated, but that would only make you harder. And with your pants in the back, you'd have no where to hide. You'd have to keep stroking your cock while they watched. And what do you think their reaction would be? Would they be shocked? Would they be turned on? Or would they just be amused?" John was getting redder by the second. "If it were me, I think I'd just be amused. I'd stand there and smile and watch you jerk off. Maybe I'd call a friend and tell them all about it while I watched. The big question, of course, is would you cum? Did you? This morning?" John finally looked up. "Of course not! Don't you remember?" Grace looked confused. "Remember what?" John was bright red, and Grace didn't know if it was from embarrassment, anger, or frustration. "The last time...the last time we were together, you told me. You said at least an hour every day!" Grace was shocked. "Oh my god! I'd forgotten all about that! Do you mean you've been doing that for nearly two years?" "Not two years...1,000 days. Today is the day! You told me!" Her look of shock turned to a sly smile. "And did you follow all of my instructions? The part about waiting for me to call?." John didn't answer, but put an envelope on the table. "What's this?" Grace asked. "Something I wrote for you. A poem. I think it will answer your question." Grace opened the envelope and took out two sheets of high quality paper. Unfolding them, she scanned the contents and began to read aloud: Lonely in the morning grey Frantic by the evening shade The severing of ties you say Has freed me not from things forbade For you still make the rules each day The how, the where, the when you say Directing me in lewd display No question but that I'll obey A game was offered long ago A way of life it's now become Unknown to both the thoughts you'd sow And how by those we're each undone But now you know what you incite The thoughts I think both morn and night The passion flame that you ignite That what I hold is yours by right So every morning when I wake To grasp my dreams in shaking hand I wonder how my pride you'll take And blush at what I must withstand In spiral lust you have me bare Not only soul but all I dare Both knowing that I must forswear What's been relinquished to your care You keep me naked by the phone Have you told others of my plight? That hard and throbbing all alone I sit and shine your rigid knight At times I think that you'll relent And open gates to what's unspent But that's not ever your intent Just fantasy my mind invents Instead you giggle at my state And have me set a faster pace Then laughing say I think we'll wait And stop me short of wet disgrace For yours it is to grant release As day by day my urge increase A constant tease with no surcease Forever tied to your caprice I ask you why you play this game Exposing me in different ways Your answer always stays the same The love displayed when I obey But I think the connection's it Intangible but intimate And why I feel I must submit To only that which you permit Or could be you just like my blush And sound of barely stifled moans As scenes you paint with verbal brush Leave just one hand to hold the phone And all those photos that you shoot Of my perpetual salute Exhibit what’s beyond refute That you control my vain pursuit Perhaps you show them to your friends And tell them what you have me do But any shame I must transcend And with each stroke my oath renew Yet doing so I can't complain Or even to myself explain My grim resolve to still abstain Accepting that you hold the reins In patient frenzy still I wait For you to make my hope come true And free me from this turgid state If even just to start anew Instead you hold me rampant thrall Pacing through my rooms and halls With orders to stay hard and tall And keep on edge until you call But days go by and weeks and weeks When you don't phone or send me mail Then fantasies in weird batik Strip layers from my ego's veil It's then I think of what we do And look inside in hard review To find that all I want is you And hope that I'm what you want too So following the schedule set I stay aroused throughout the day But keep my climax still unmet No denouement to what we play Grace's voice was choked with both emotion. "So you've been sitting naked by the phone, jerking off every day for 1,000 days, waiting for permission to cum." It was a statement, not a question. This time John didn't even respond. Grace thought for a moment. "What goes through your head, sitting there playing with yourself all that time. Tell me what you think about." In a low voice, John said "I think about the things you used to make me do. The places you used to make me do it. The naked situations you put me in. Sometimes I think up new situations, and wonder if I'd let you do that to me again." Grace let the silence draw out; she needed the time to get control of herself. She realized that the seed she planted over two years ago had grown and blossomed, and she hadn't even known it. "Well," she thought, "too late to go back." Rolling her hand she said, "And?" "And what?" "And what did you decide?" "I didn't really. It's just what I think about when I...you know." "When you...?" John lowered his voice. "You know, when I play with myself." "Ohhh, when you play with yourself. So when you're jerking off you think you will let me, and when you're not you think you won't?" "Pretty much. When I'm not I wonder if it's just a fantasy, or if I'd really let you do it." "I think you'd let me expose you anywhere and any way I wanted." "I don't think so.," John replied, a little defiantly. Grace smiled, almost a little sadly. "Oh, John. You're kidding yourself. How can you say that after that poem you just gave me. No, you'll do whatever I tell you. In fact, I'll prove it. I want to see your bare cock, and I want to see it right now." John stared at her. "Do it. I know you want to. I know you're just dying to have your cock out here in the restaurant. But of course, you would never do it yourself. No, I'm making you do it. Come on John, show it to me. Isn't this what you were thinking about this morning, sitting there, jerking off in your car? Show it to me. It will only get worse if I have to ask again." John looked around and, thankful for the table cloth, unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Grace reached under the table, reveling in the smooth warmth, still not quite believing that he did these things for her. "Well, I'm glad we cleared that up. It seems as though we're well on our way to one of those naked situations again. But what I really want to know is why you do listen to me. Why do you get off on doing what I tell you, no matter how embarrassing it might be?" John's voice was hoarse. "I don't know that I've ever tried to really think it through." "Oh, well maybe if we review that list of fantasies you sent me oh so long ago? Let's see...you wanted to... "No! I don't need you to recite the list." "Oh, are you sure? I think I know it by heart. Most of it deals with me making you play with yourself in, shall we say, less than private circumstances?" John was silent for a moment, then said, "This whole thing, it's not the embarrassment, or the exhibitionism that gets me off, its the vulnerability...to you." "Mmmm. I like that..." She started stroking his cock slowly. "And judging from how hard you are, I'll bet you're feeling pretty vulnerable right now. Shall we see just how vulnerable you want to be?" She stroked him faster. Trying desperately to change the subject, he glanced at her and said "I thought you were bringing a friend. I'm glad you decided to come alone." "I'll bet you are. But so sorry, I did bring someone. You remember Hannah from my old neighborhood? You've met her a couple times. I was just anxious to see you, so I had her drop me off at the door. She's parking the car and should be in any minute."