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Date: 02-25-94 01:39
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Subj: The Interview(comments welcome)
The Interview
As told to John Carter
I've agreed to be totally honest about this. This is
difficult because, while I'm not embarrassed about this (If
anything, quite the opposite) to do this justice I have to be a
great deal more explicit that I would normally prefer. I prefer
to flirt, both with men and with the details of my adventures.
It seems much more appropriate to say I spent the night with
someone than to say specifically what we did.
I will try to overcome this as I tell you what happened.
If I seem to be skirting something, you have to be willing to
interrupt me with questions. I may evade, but I will never lie.
Anyway, with that in mind, the story really begins on a
Friday night a few months back. The Chief, my affectionate name I
gave my husband, had some friends over. I was getting in late
from a conference and it was clearly his party. I knew nearly
everyone there, but they were his friends. I came in about 10:00
that night. I'd slept on the train, so I was still fairly fresh.
There they all were in the dining room, playing cards.
The Chief gave me a big hug when I came in and carried my
suitcase up to the bedroom. I washed my face and slipped out of
my travel clothes into the kind of thing I normally hang around
the house in, a shirt of the Chief's and tights (white and blue
respectively.) I'd eaten so I just nibble at the snacks and
watched them play.
I stood or sat behind the Chief and one or two of the
other players seemed to have trouble focusing on their cards.
I'd been behaving myself for the past few days and this tickled
me. Thinking to myself, It's all in a good cause (the Chief's
winnings) I would stretch or walk around or occasionally pick
things up off of the floor. They seemed to enjoy it and I
certainly did.
Around midnight about half of the crew left and when the
game had gotten down to 4 players, I sat in and became a fifth.
They were betting quarters mostly and I sat down with around $20
and began to play. I was about $5 ahead when I began to lose
steadily. One of the other players ran out of money and left.
That had been the pattern. When you ran out of the money you had
on the table, you were done.
This gave the game a quality that the Chief described as
friendly. There were limits on how fast you could raise, there
were limits on the number of raises, and what they described as
table stakes. No checks, no I.O.U.s, no big debts. The game had
gone on for a couple of years, losing very few players and the
'friendly' atmosphere was probably responsible.
So, here I am down to about $5.00 and another player went
bust and left. I'd lost about 8 hands in a row. I started
trying to bet conservatively until I felt my luck change. That
helped me outlast one more player who also left. It was about
1:30 in Saturday morning now.
I lost all but my last dollar betting on a full house of
Queens and fives. It seemed like a conservative, safe bet, but
here I was down to 4 quarters. One went into the pot for my ante
and I picked up a pair of kings. There were 2 quarters in raises
to me which I covered and I found myself looking at a third king
and two aces in my draw.
I bet the quarter I had left, the Chief raised one quarter
(He'd drawn three cards) and J, the other player raised one. So,
here I was with a winning hand and nothing left to bet. Or was I
really down to nothing. I grinned at J, moved my eyes to the Chief
and somehow or other managed to say with a straight face, I'll
cover the pot with my shirt if I lose.
pt. 2
The Chief was drinking something as I said. How he
managed to not spray it all over the cards, I'll never know. He
was close to losing it. When I say losing it, I mean laughing,
not being angry. He seemed to see this as just one more of my
flirtings which rather than growing resigned to, he has come to
enjoy over time.
J on the other hand was less amused than aroused. He
looked at The Chief and when he saw that it was ok with him,
merely smiled and said that it was more than ok with him. The
Chief couldn't speak yet, but waved at us to show it was ok with
him too.
I won.
Gathering in the quarters, I was back in business, and my
shirt had not so much as lost a button. It was my deal and we
continued playing. I can't say for sure, but J seemed to be
playing 'for blood' if that's the right phrase. He seemed very
anxious to win from this point on. I don't think the Chief
noticed. By the time it was the Chief's deal, I was back down to
4 quarters.
So this time I look at my cards and I find 2 queens and 2
sevens. I drew one card, and when I ran out of coins, I made the
same bet. This time J has a flush, clubs. The Chief is not
having an "I'm gonna choke in a second" problem this time, but is
quite amused. I stand up, turn my back to them and unbutton the
Chief's shirt and slowly turning around, drop it on the pot. J
reaches for the coins and the shirt without looking at his hands,
and then realizing that his stare is locked on my chest, he looks
up and makes eye contact with me.
"I think I owe you some change" J says, and gives me 10
quarters.
I liked the look in his eyes as he fought to maintain
control. I also like that he was able to make eye contact with
me while my breasts fought for his attention. I sit back down
and wait for the Chief to stop laughing and deal.
Its hard to concentrate on cards when you're half naked.
J seemed to be able to maintain his focus fairly well under the
circumstances. I lost two hands straight, one to the Chief and
one to J. On the third hand I drew three fives. I ended up
betting what change I had left and then drawing 2 cards. I got
an Ace and a six. J opened up with 2 quarters. When they looked
at me, I said that I'd cover their bets with my tights (the only
blessed thing I was wearing). The Chief puts in 2 quarters and
then raises J 4 more. J sees that and raises 2 more.
"Don't worry, you still have change coming." J assures
me.
The Chief calls and J wins with a full house of twos and
aces. The boss had a jack high straight. They both looked away
from the cards on the table and looked at me. This was, while
interesting, not the way I'd imagined it going. I stood again,
turned my back to them and pulled the tights off. Turning around
ever so slowly (toward J, giving him a full view of my front,
he'd won after all) I dropped my tights in the pot and sat back
down.
Sitting back down was almost as good as covering myself
with a towel. My breasts were still exposed, but at least part
of me was, sort of, covered. J gathered in the pot, and again
handed me 10 quarters. He collected the cards, shuffled, and
after the Chief's cut, dealt another hand.
What? How was this effecting me? Hmmm. Well, I was a
bit uncomfortable, but at the same time, excited. There was this
interesting combination of danger and safety in the situation. I
was with my husband; I was in my own house; and I was naked in
the presence of J who I had known for some time, but before this,
the most flirtatious I'd been was to sit on his lap and kiss his
cheek at a party.
I'm sorry, I didn't ...? Oh. Well, yes, I was wet. I
was excited enough that I could tell I was wet. Yes, I could
feel it. No I didn't touch myself at all, it wasn't that intense
that I HAD to touch myself, but I was quite aroused.
So, anyway, I'm sitting here, completely naked and we
begin playing. I win a hand, and then lose two. I end up with
two pair again and the pile gets too big for the change I have
left. Now both of them had picked three cards. That means that
they drew having only a pair each. I'm feeling that this might
be a good time to try and recoup my losses.
I tell them that I want to raise one more time, but that
I want J to cover the bet with my shirt if I win. J wants to
know what I'm betting. I look at his eyes, staring right through
him and say that The Chief is going out of town next weekend and
that I'll cook dinner for him, dressed this way on next Friday
night. The Chief wants to know what he gets if he wins. I tell
the Chief that he can pick a night for dinner and I'll cook him
what he wants dressed the same way. The Chief considers this for
a moment and decides that's fair.
J wants to know what else comes with dinner. I swear it
just jumped out. I hadn't thought of this prior to that moment.
I told J that I'd go down on him for desert.
pt. 3
The Chief started laughing again. "Just how many Aces do
you have in that hand?" He chortled.
J piled my shirt up on the pot and said, "That seems more
than fair."
The bastard had drawn a third card to his pair. The Chief
later told me that I blushed all the way down to my nipples.
How did the Chief react? Mostly amused. He knows that
even if I do something really outlandish, I'm just looking for
attention, not upset with him. Without going into details, I've
done things in the past that would show him that it's him I love
and am devoted to, even if I do things that raise the odd
eyebrow. One of my, still unfulfilled, fantasies is to have The
Chief be cross when I do something really beyond the pale and that
he will take me over his knee, spank me, force me to go down on
him, and then take me, without letting me get completely
undressed.
So, anyway, I'm here blushing and the Chief gets up and
goes into the kitchen for something to drink. J can't decide
whether to be horrified or terribly pleased with himself.
Finally, he asks me, "Do I just get one dessert?"
Well, that did it. I told him, only one, unless he wants
to try for a double or nothing. I suggest he can stay the
weekend or have me come to his house if he wins and I'm off the
hook if I win. He cuts the cards and shoves the deck at me. I
pull up a 10. He pulls out a queen.
Now, I'm a firm believer in the law of averages. I know
the odds on losing a high card cut are the same each time you do
it. I also know in the long run they average out. The Chief is
still in the kitchen. I can hear the ice maker running. Want to
try again? I asked J. His eyes bug out just a touch. He glances
at the kitchen door and the Chief is still too far away to hear
us. I say, I've agreed to stay like this all weekend and to go
down on him. What would he want to try double or nothing again?
He gets this odd look on his face and says, "I've always
wanted a totally obedient sexual slave. Become that for the
weekend if I win and you're off the hook if you win."
Now, I don't claim to be quoting exactly. It as late. I
was tired, and I was certainly distracted myself. I shuffled the
cards and held them out to him. He drew a card and grinned. He
showed me a Jack of diamonds.
I felt a sudden flush go through me. I could feel myself
get moist and the feeling that was somewhere between arousal and
panic came over me. I picked a card. I looked at it and found
myself looking at an eight of diamonds.
J actually licked his lips for a moment. Before the Chief
came back, J stared straight into my eyes and said, "Be exactly
like this waiting for me at 5:00 on Friday. When I knock on the
door, open it like this."
pt.4
So I'm sitting here at my dining room table. My shirt
and tights are in the chair next to J along with his other
winnings. My bottom is slowly taking on the pattern of the chair
I'm sitting on because there's nothing between me and it. This
has definitely not turned out the way I'd planned.
I can't believe I lost both double or nothings. I went
from cooking and serving a meal in the buff (OK, and giving J a
blow job for desert) to a whole weekend as a, how did he put it?
"Obedient sexual slave." The Chief was mostly amused at my losing
the first bet. I don't know how to tell him (or if I should tell
him) about the rest.
About now the Chief comes back in with a tray with some
coffee cups & cookies on it. He sets it down turns to me and
says, "Unless you still have something to bet, I expect we're
through."
Luckily I'm still blushing or the flush I could feel
would have given something away. This has definitely gotten out
of hand.
J, with great ceremony, returns my shirt, which I put on
while we eat our cookies and drink the coffee. J and The Chief go
to the living room. I follow, and sit v-e-r-y carefully (J only
gave back the shirt). After the cookies are gone and J is making
the "I'm on my way out" motions, he stops and asks me what time
dinner is on Friday.
"Seven," I stammer.
"That would be wonderful," he says. He gathers up his
winnings, returns my tights to me, kisses me on the cheek and
saying goodbye to the Chief, leaves.
"Well you surely know how to spice up a low stakes card
game." The Chief tells me as we go up to bed. "You don't know the
half of it!" I think to myself.
Anyway, I didn't hear from J until Wednesday. He called
me during the day and wanted to know if we were still on for
Friday. I could feel myself redden. I duck my own embarrassment
by answering only the question he asks. I reply that sure, we're
on or something like that.
As I sit there listening to him, I'm breathing faster,
becoming anxious, and at the same time, becoming quite horny.
I've been putting this out of my mind as if I couldn't quite
believe that he'd appear or that anything would happen.
His voice disturbs that. While I'm dealing with these
emotions, he tells me quietly that I don't have to have him come
over. Not sure how to react, I heard myself tell him that it was
fine. Taking a deep breath, I tell him that I always pay off my
debts.
He said something then. I was sufficiently distracted
that I'm not sure of the exact wording, but he says, "You don't
do this because you lose a bet. If you want me to come over, it
should be because you want me to, not because you have to."
Well, that messed up my head. I actually hear myself
telling him that I want him to come over. A part of it is that
it seems like cheating to just duck out on my bet. A part of me
really wants to know what J would want from a sexual slave, other
than the obvious. I also realize a part of me is anxious to have
it happen.
Time seems to hang still. I imagine myself parading
around in front of him with nothing on; I imagine his desire as
he watches me; I get horny in anticipation of the way his gaze
will make me feel. I realize on a conscious level that I want
this to happen to me. I realize that I want to have this
experience.
He asks me if seven is still good. I told him yes. He
then asked me if I remembered how I was supposed to answer the
door. I knew what he meant. I told him yes.
He told me, "O.K. It's a date," and said goodbye. I
stood there holding the phone for a long moment.
The Chief went off on his trip. I spent Friday seeing
that the house was clean. I changed the sheets on our bed even
though it wasn't the normal day. At 5 in the afternoon, I took a
long bath with scented bath oil. I did my hair and all of the
other things I'd do before something important. when I was done,
I put on a lose robe and went down stairs. I started dinner
about six.
My mind spun between visions of being savagely (well
passionately) taken repeatedly on my living room floor, and a
terribly sophisticated dinner during which I just happened to be
nude. I had everything more or less ready at about quarter of
seven. That's when I took off the robe. I'd been horny all
afternoon, horny and apprehensive. Taking off the robe seemed to
send a shot of something through me. I hung up the robe, looked
at myself in the full length mirror, noticed appreciative the
lack of elastic marks from panties or a bra, and went down to be
near the door when he drove up. I was almost in the living room
when the door bell rang.
Pt. 5
I should probably say a little more about J before I go
much farther. I've known J probably a couple of years now. Not
well, mind you, but I've known him. He's been part of The Chief'
card game group for the whole time. I only play cards with them
every couple of months, and then J was only a face in the crowd
most of the time.
His face was well worth looking at, and I'd flirted with
him on more than one occasion. The other thing that I noticed
about J was that he was always ... a nice guy. He was pleasant
and seemed to go out of his way to make people comfortable around
him.
So, all that in mind, I felt reasonably safe with J. I
had no bad vibes at all, and he was familiar enough to put me at
ease. He was sexy enough to make me take notice, and intelligent
enough to keep me on my toes.
Anyway, I'm just stepping into the living room dressed as
he requested (that it not dressed at all) when the door bell
rings. Well, two things went through me like a shot. This solid
strong pang of apprehension (WHAT THE HELL HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF
INTO) and this sudden realization that I'm really horny, roughly
as horny as if I'd been laying on my back and the Chief had run
his hand over my pussy.
I walk up to the door and peek out. It's J, which is at
least better than answering the door like this to the Fuller
brush man. J comes in and gives me an appreciative once over.
He gestures for me to turn around which I do. He goes over to
the couch and sits down.
"I wasn't sure you'd really do it until you opened the
door. I would have understood if you hadn't."
I'm sure I'm blushing, but there's no mirror handy to
check. J gestures for me to come here. "You're serious about
this?" he asks. I nod in agreement.
J reaches into his coat pocket and with his other hand
signals me to kneel down in front of him.
"Then let's do this right," he says and then his hands
are on my neck for a few seconds. I'm not sure what I expected
him to grab, but my neck wasn't it. I feel something go around
my neck and he removes his hands.
"Go look in a mirror. Let me know how you like it."
I stand and go into the bathroom and look in the mirror.
Attached around my neck is a red leather dog collar with a metal
strip on it that has my name etched into it.
pt. 6.
J gestures for me to come over and kneel at his feet
again.
"Did the collar excite you?" He's looking directly into
my eyes as he says this.
I can't maintain eye contact. I looked down which shows
me I'm naked, which didn't help my state of mind. I nodded my
head.
"You're excited by the whole idea, aren't you?"
Still looking down, I nodded again.
"Then you should probably take my coat." J says.
I took his coat and hung it on the pegs by the front
door. When I got back to J he is clearly checking me out. He
told me to undress him then. As I was unbuttoning his shirt, he
told me that whenever I was not doing something specific I was to
be at his feet, kneeling, and this last part he was very specific
about, with my knees wide apart so that he had free access. For
me to enjoy it, he told me, I should try to think of myself, of
my body as his property. Imagine that I was a slave who could be
whipped for showing any reluctance to please or any disrespect.
Ok, Ok, so he got me hot just from what he was saying.
The fact that I was taking off his clothes helped that along too.
I'm sorry? I didn't get-- Oh, well not really. The Chief
is very skilled and energetic in bed, but I can't see him in a
Zorro cape. That just isn't the way we interact. I see myself,
on the other hand, as a kind of sexual Diva. When we get out of
bed, I think there should be applause and a bouquet of roses
handed to me as I bow to the audience. Sex is very enjoyable for
me and I like to be playful. The fact that the Chief is so
straight makes it fun to play off of him.
Ok, so I'm taking off J's clothes. I got his shirt off,
and did his shoes and socks, and then took off his pants and
shorts. No he wasn't packing a gun, and yes, he was glad to see
me.
I was very aroused at this point. Without a word from
him, I tossed his pants onto the other end of the couch and took
him in my mouth. I guess in a way I was trying to establish some
control over the situation. I wanted J to lose it a little. I
wanted to see him have difficulty controlling himself while I
made him come, right there on the couch in my living room.
What I didn't understand at that time was how important
maintaining control was to J and how much being in control
enhanced his enjoyment. After a few minutes, just as I was
getting to him, he made me stop. I didn't want to. I resisted.
I hoped to make him come before he could get away.
J is a great deal stronger than he looks. He pulled me
away and jerked me over his lap. He held both of my hands with
his left hand, looped a leg over my right leg, that was the one
on the outside, and begins to spank me.
He kept it up for, maybe a minute and a half, long enough
that I was no longer in doubt about who was in charge of the
weekend. He didn't really hurt me, but my bottom was very red
and he definitely had my attention.
Thinking back on it now, it is a pretty silly sight. I'm
naked. I'm draped over his lap. My hair is flying up and over
my face. My bottom is sore. I'm horny as hell, and what's
worse, I can feel his erection poking into my stomach. That
drove me crazy.
Then after he's warmed my bottom, he begins to rub it.
He still smacks it from time to time, but now he's feeling up my
bottom. He lets his hand drift down. Because of the way he's
got my legs separated with his, I can't do anything to deny him
access to my sex. He starts touching the outside of it, running
his fingers through my pubic hair. He keeps this up, spanking
me, fondling my bottom, teasingly touching my pubic hair, and
then he starts being more invasive. His hand starts to slide up
and down my slit, then going back to give my bottom a couple of
whacks. His finger slides into me, and then he gives me a couple
of swats. He rubs my clit and gives me a light spanking, then
his hand is back again.
He keeps this up until I'm moaning and trying to shove my
bottom onto his hand. Then he starts to chide me for not
following his directions. I tried to imagine that I was being
punished for being disobedient. I liked that.
He was rubbing my clit and bringing me very close when he
really began to lecture me. I came just as he told me that I was
"a bad little girl."
pt. 7.
Yes, I'll admit it, the whole situation had gotten much
more weird than I anticipated. I'd basically expected to have him
ravish me, probably on the floor of the living room the first
time. I'd expected to, well kinda, outlast him. I mean, if he
takes me in the living room right away, and then a few minutes
later I go down on him, and he tries to take me again ... Js not
a 19 year old or anything. I really expected to burn him out and
then just kind of be titilated by being naked around him. I
expected to be able to control the situation by making him come
several times and then to tease him to get even for him winning
the bet in the first place.
So being draped over his knee, spanked (ok, I kind of
liked that part) made to come with his fingers and being held
helpless (he had very strong hands) while being told I was a bad
girl was a bit more than I expected. I'm really used to being in
charge, to being the prime mover. That's what confused me. I
lost control on several levels. I wasn't playing his body,
rubbing against him, teasing him, he was playing me like a
saxophone, or at this stage, maybe like a piano.
On the other hand, it felt pretty good. He didn't really
spank me especially hard and he did a very good job of teasing me
enough so that I desperately wanted him to let me come. He had
me really helpless. I tried to wiggle free, but there was no way
I was breaking away unless he let me up. The man has strong
hands.
It was also freeing in a way. I didn't have to decide
when I was going too far or when to do much of anything. I
couldn't even touch myself to make me come, not the way he was
holding me. He had taken charge and I was just along for the
ride.
I did feel fairly silly reaching orgasm as he told me I
was a bad little girl. I have to shake my head when I think
about that part. When the orgasm began to subside, I expected
him to let me up and tell me to DO something. Not J!
He let me relax for just a moment, then he began to rub
my clit again. I started to squirm. He had me humping against
his fingers and then began playing with me like my pussy was the
remote control for the rest of my body. He slid his fingers into
me. He rubbed just my clit, then took his hand away and spanked
my bottom, then with no warning penetrated me again with his
thumb, sometimes just doing that, others rubbing my clit as well.
He kept varying it. He'd suddenly increase the stimulation and
then stop and go onto something else. I don't know how many
times he made me come. 4 or 5, I guess. He played with my
bottom, my slit, my pussy, my clit, and even slid his thumb into
my bottom.
OK, yes, I loved it.
After a while he let me relax. He sort of slipped out
from under me, leaving me laying on the couch, my chest and arms
on the couch but kind of kneeling on the floor at the same time.
I think that the rest was more a question of getting my bearings
than it was of needing rest physically. If I'd been less taken
aback, I'd probably have preferred it go on.
J came back and knelt beside me and handed me a glass of
water with ice in it. I hadn't realized how thirsty I'd become.
I drank about half of it in a single extended glug. He let me
put the glass down and then caught my eye.
"Let me explain my rules for the weekend. There are only
three. I'll go whenever you tell me that's what you want.
That's rule one. Rule two is I am in total charge as long as I'm
here. Rule three is once we begin something we will finnish it.
"Do you understand these rules?"
I nodded at him. This was going to be more of a head
trip than I'd originally thought. I took another drink of water.
Without speaking he took the glass from me and set it on the end
table.
"Lean back down," J told me as he pushed my chest gently
back onto the couch. He spread my legs and fondled my whole
pussy for a few seconds. I'd seen his cock was hard, even after
going into the kitchen, finding a glass, getting me a drink and
coming back out. He had me thrusting my hips at his hand after
only a few seconds.
I could feel his erection brushing against my bottom. He
just kept fondling me. I was starting to do more than just moan.
He pushed me until I started to say things.
What? Oh, nothing coherent. "Oh, yes," or my favorite,
"Arghhh," that kind of thing. NO, I wasn't begging <giggle> at
least not yet.
Anyway he suddenly slides into me, practically without
stopping what he's doing with his hand. In fact, he slides his
hand around my hip, gets to my clit again and keeps rubbing even
while he's in me. He filled me marvelously. He practically
screwed me into the couch. My bottom was making itself known.
It was just tender, but I couldn't do anything like this without
noticing it. He had me very aroused before he entered me. It
was only a minute or two before I began to come. I tried to bear
down on him, to bring him along, but I was very ... warmed up? I
couldn't wait for him. I started coming and I was loud enough to
make it very clear to him what was happening. He started to pump
faster and faster into me, pushing me along as I came.
As I came down, he slowed, but kept up the basic rhythm.
I was about to start working on him when he slid out. I made
another of those incoherent sounds that was clearly something
like, "Don't take it away."
He didn't.
The son of a bitch slid it, all slicked up into my
bottom, without a word of warning, rubbing my clit the whole
time.
Part, 2:
Chapter 1
Having him enter my bottom kind of changed my
perspective. I knew that I'd end up going down on him, but I
didn't know how far he'd take it. When he slid into me and then
pulled out only to slide into my bottom, I knew that there were
no limits to what would happen this weekend. I mean, he'd been
here less than an hour.
I like being stimulated when my bottom is taken. J
certainly did that. He'd taken possession of my clit before he'd
entered me at all and he'd never given it up. Rather than just
getting the stimulation from behind, it was as if his cock was
reaching through me to rub me there. It was pretty intense.
It was also a surprise. I didn't really expect this. I
know you'll think that is very naive of me, but that's how I am.
I was deeply embarrassed at having gotten caught after saying that
I'd go down on him. I kept trying to find a way of sliding out
of it. What were the odds of my losing all those hands? I'm a
flirt. I am good at that. I pat men on the bottom occasionally
and sit on the odd lap (OK, a lot of laps) but this was beyond
the pale.
I started coming almost as soon as He entered me. Having
that strong a sensation was more than I could bear. I'd been
reasonably quiet for me at least up until then. I just started
screaming. I'm sure my neighbors could hear me. If J didn't
know what he'd gotten himself into, he knew now.
He kept pumping into me. He seemed to know when I was
nearing an orgasm, and stepped up the speed and intensity each
time. I lost track. I must have had three of four.
I screamed again when he had his. Only when I heard him
groaning did I realize that he'd been silent since he'd entered
my bottom. I felt cheated by that. I think then that one of my
goals became, making him make some noise as I 'serviced' him.
Yes I know I'm grinning.
I expected a period of lethargy, maybe some cuddling;
Not what J had in mind. He caught his breath, but I didn't know
that he was going to maintain the 'sexual slave' business for the
whole weekend if he could.
He slid off of me and sat back on the couch. There was
no real volume to his voice. There was no hint of power that was
based on force. He said, very quietly, "Go get a wash rag from
the bathroom. Get it wet with warm water and clean me."
I started to get up and he said, "Remember you'll be
taking me in your mouth so get it wet enough to do a good job."
I realize that he was dropping hints at what might give me a
"z I came back with the wash rag, knelt between his legs and
slowly and very gently went over him with it. I'm not sure how
much of a job he wanted me to make out of it, but I took several
minutes and was very thorough. By the time I'd taken him in my
mouth (just ta check) he was already hard again.
He looked at his watch, the only thing he was still
wearing, and then reached for his pants. From the pocket, he
took out his wallet and put it on the table.
He told me to put the wash rag away and told me to take a
few minutes in the bathroom if I wished. I took advantage of
that. When I returned, he was putting down the phone. I started
to ask him about it when he told me to sit on the floor.
"Show me how you play with yourself," he said matter of
factly, rather as if he'd asked to see how brushed my hair.
I sat down. I didn't want him to see this. I agreed, but
I was looking for a way out of it.
I sat down, leaned against the big chair and pulled a
pillow behind me. I showed him. It was very weird. He was
paying so much attention to me that it became flattering. I was
very shy at first, but he gently encouraged me and he was right,
I didn't want him to leave. It seemed stupid to have had rather
intimate sex with him, but draw the line at this.
I was close to coming when the doorbell rang. I stopped
dead, as if they'd know I was doing this if I kept it up. J took
a $20 from his wallet and handed it to me.
"That's the Pizza delivery man. Tell him to keep the
change."
I stood up and reached for my robe.
"No. Like that." J said, "You can hide behind the door,
at first, but open it all the way and let him see you when you
pay him and take the pizza."
Part 2.
chapter 2
I realized later that J was a master of contradictions.
I flirt, therefore he puts me into situations where I'm afraid to
flirt. He gets me horny and then changes what's happening so I
can't do anything about it. I like to make people notice me and
he makes me the center of attention so I can't do anything to be
noticed more. I like to lead men on and he takes control. He is
the master, but he'll only stay until I tell him to go.
J is a head trip, a royal head trip. He's also kind of
cute, not just physically, but in how he manipulates me to do
more than I want or than I dare.
Look at what he did to me. He insists that I masturbate
for him. He watches me the whole time, but keeps me off balance
when get near coming so that I'm incredibly horny and he won't
quite let me come. When I'm sure he'll let me come in a second
or two, the doorbell rings and he tells me that I'm supposed to
flash the pizza dude. I might go to the door in a nightie, or
even in my leotards, but this is just more than I'm normally
comfortable with.
Yes, it excited me.
Sooooo, I took the $20 and went to the door. I could
feel J's eyes on my back (ok, maybe lower). I smelled of sex at
this point. I wondered if the pizza man would be able to tell
(or just guess). I opened the door and looked around it, not
exposing anything except for my head.
The delivery man was about 19, tall and well built. He
said something like "Pizza delivery." I can't remember what
exactly. Inwardly I took the equivalent of a deep breath and
reached out for it as I stepped around the door, handing him the
twenty at the same time. He looked as if he'd frozen.
Mechanically he took the bill, giving me the pizza. I swear I
couldn't help myself.
"It's been so warm lately, hasn't it? Oh, just keep the
change." I slid back in and closed the door behind me.
J was there. He took the pizza and set it on the table.
He had his tongue in my mouth while his hand took possession of
my sex. He forced me up against the door and kissed and fondled
me to an orgasm while I stood there, pressed against the cold
wood.
J then took the pizza into the other room and we ate it
along with about 2/3 of a bottle of wine, both still naked. Well
I wasn't naked. I still had my collar. During dinner J would
gently touch me in all sorts of ways. His hands would slide over
my thighs, his leg would rub along side of mine, a lot of things
like that. I certainly didn't calm down much.
After dinner he took me back to the living room where he
sat on the couch with me. He said he was going to play a game
with me. The point was how much frustration I could stand. He
began by having me touch my breasts following his instructions
exactly. He'd have me rub the surface or both breasts with the
palms of my hands, then change to touching only the nipple or to
tweaking or pinching them.
Abruptly he told me to stop and to come to him on my
knees. He had me suck on him. I tried to use this to get him to
be the one who was so horny he was losing control. No dice. He
had me stop again. He told me to do one of my dance routines,
just the way I was (wasn't) dressed. He seemed to enjoy that,
but again he made me stop and come over and try and make him come
with only my breasts. I wasn't allowed to touch his cock except
between my breasts. He kept me at that for quite a while, but as
soon as I thought I was getting somewhere he made me stop again
and put me on the couch right next to him.
He told me to masturbate for him. This time he let me
come. It was so odd being next to him and not being touched at
all as I reached orgasm.
He took me to the kitchen then and over the tile floor he
placed a layer of newspapers and had me stand on them. He handed
me a bottle of cooking oil and told me to cover myself with it
while he sat back and watched me.
I'm not sure what I expected, but J was certainly
exceeding my expectations. I certainly never knew where oiling
myself would lead.
part 2.
chapter 3.
Have you ever performed for someone on demand? Not
necessarily like this, but had someone said to you, 'tell me a
funny story' or walk into a room and have the teacher ask you to
do a problem or show them a dance movement? It puts you off
balance. Even if it's something you normally do well, being told
to do it for their entertainment and enlightenment is hard.
I took the bottle from him and poured some in my hand.
As I coated my breasts I tried to be very sensual. I wanted him
to be sorry that his hands were not applying that oil. It was a
silly thing to be doing in any event and I found myself enjoying
it. Using cooking oil made it seem really ridiculous. I
couldn't help grinning.
I poured come more in my hand, set the bottle down on the
counter and got some of the oil on both hands. I did my arms and
shoulders. As I got to my shoulders I brushed the collar on my
neck. I had to stifle a giggle when I thought of being in dog
collar and standing on newspapers.
I got more of the oil and slicked down my stomach and
sides. I glanced at J. He was enjoying this too. His smile was
infectious. I turned around as I put oil on my bottom and on my
back. I used what was on my hands and then looked at J over my
shoulder, "Is that enough?"
"Not nearly. Add some more," J said in that quiet voice
of his.
I got some more and put a definite sheen on my bottom. I
then moved onto my legs. I coated the thighs first, turning
around the whole time to give J a better view. I bent over while
I did my calves, but kept turning around to show him as much of
me as I could. J seemed to be enjoying the sight a great deal.
I thought I was done, except for my back. I looked at J
and said in a quiet, perhaps even a submissive voice, "I can't
get my back."
J stood up, walked over to me, took the bottle from the
counter and poured a generous amount into his hands. I turned
around and let him have at my back.
His large warm hands ran down my spine. He didn't just
coat my back, he rubbed it as if he were trying to give me a
massage. He got to the bottom of my back and reached for more
oil. He took some and began to work on my ass. Again what he
was doing was more like a massage. He did pause and oil not only
my anal opening, but after a moment or two of that, the channel
inside as well. This was becoming more and more interesting as
it went on. J turned me around and began to massage my stomach.
The oil changed the way I felt J's movement. By the time
he worked his way up to my breasts his half hard erection was at
full hardness. My nipples were hard and I was moaning. I wanted
to lean on something, but it was my kitchen and I was afraid of
what the oil would do the to the paint if I did. I wanted to
keep the amount of explaining I had to do to a minimum.
His right hand continued to knead my breasts but his left
hand slid down my stomach touching every inch of skin it could
until it came to rest in my pubic hair. His hand began to stroke
the outside of my pubes.
This was driving me crazy. I wanted to lie down and
demand that he fuck me; I wanted him to put his fingers in me, to
touch my clit, to make me come.
J kept up this slow tease, bringing me higher and higher
with each stroke, each passing second. I felt his right hand
slide around my back and grab one cheek. I wrapped my arms
around him, kissing his mouth and cheeks as he began to rub my
well oiled clit. He began to finger fuck me, but not in the way
I'd imagined. He slid two fingers into me in the back. His left
hand continued to rub my clit as his hand took full and
complete possession of my bottom.
Standing up, in my own kitchen, covered with oil, J's
hand controlling my sex and my ass, I came.
J held me until I could stand without assistance. He got
me a glass of water. As I drank it, I began to really want the
bathroom for more than one reason.
J looked at me. "I guess we should get you cleaned up,
huh?"
As I began to agree with him he took a blindfold out of
somewhere and put it on me. It was one of those sleep masks that
with two hole would have looked wonderful on the Lone Ranger. I
felt him clip a leash onto my collar and follow that with the
click of my hands being cuffed behind my back.
Like I said, I really wasn't prepared for what he had in
mind with the oil.
Part 2,
chapter 4
Have you ever been blindfolded and moved around? It is
very disorienting, worse even than walking in a dark room. When
you walk in a dark room, you are making the decisions about where
you are going. Being led around makes it much more difficult.
I'm sure J took me on several extra turns as well because I was
surprised when the breeze hit me.
It was a warm night. I could feel the wood of the deck
on my bare feet. It was well past sundown. We do have a fence
that blocks the view from the other houses, but there's a world
of difference between taking your top off after you've looked
around in the daylight and being blind and suddenly finding your
naked body on a leash outside.
The breeze felt good. He led me to a place on the fence
that he'd obviously scoped before because he was able to find it
so quickly. The cuffs had some way of making the links between
them longer, and he used that to put my hands around a slat in
the fence, causing me to have to bend over. He shoved my feet
back and apart and then left me there.
I mean, get the picture; I'm naked, he has this mask on
me so I have no idea of what is going on. If something happens
I'm chained to my fence. I'm covered in oil so I'm sure I looked
like a refugee from a jello wrestling competition. I can't hear
his footsteps on the grass, so he may be staring at me or he may
have gone home.
I couldn't decide whether I was turned on or freaked out.
The water that hit my back wasn't all that cold, it was
just a surprise. He had brought up our hose and proceeded to
hose me down with it. Then he begins washing me with this large
sponge. It was fairly soft, but stiff enough to make me very
aware of where ever it was as it moved along. He started on my
left calf. He worked his way up my leg, spending quite a bit of
time on my thighs.
I moaned.
I'd been moaning and yelling quite a bit up till he put
the blindfold on me, but that was inside. Now I was in this
rather compromising position and I'd started again.
"You might want to keep quiet out here," he said quietly,
his hand neglegently resting on my bottom. "I'm not sure I could
unhook you and take you inside quickly enough if you got
your neighbors sufficiently disturbed.
He started up my right leg. I tried to bite my tongue.
I HAD to bite it when he got to the top of my thigh this time.
He brought up the hose and rinsed off the soap from my legs.
He started on my bottom and back. He spend several
minutes working on them. I had this image of myself as a race
horse being curried (is that the right word) after a run through
a pasture. He slipped down and did my arms, ending up on my
chest. He began to do my stomach and chest.
It was quite a sensation as he worked on my breasts.
When he was done I was still quite, but I was sure I was clean,
there. He spent quite a bit of time working his way down my
sides with that sponge, doing my stomach, rinsing me off. Then
he did my sex.
He dropped sponge after a moment or two and used just his
fingers. He certainly got the oil out. He also gave me one
helluva hard time as I tried to stay quiet. He could see how
hard it was for me as I bucked against his hand. He'd been
sifting quite a bit so he was able to completely surprise me when
he slid his cock right into me.
I grabbed the fence for support as he plowed into me. It
was so weird, so kinky, so arousing, AND I HAD TO BE QUIET. I
came once, and then again and I only let out a little moan the
second time. Still it was wonderful.
He unlatched the cuffs and let my hands go free. He took
off my blindfold, and, as I blinked in the dim light, pointed to
his still erect member. I dropped to my knees as I thanked him.
pt. 2
chapter 5
Out there in the moonlight I was overwhelmed by
sensation. I was sopping wet, still fairly oily (cold water only
does so much), on my knees and just oozing sexuality. It was all
over me. I'd been naked now for several hours and I was outside
that way, in my own yard.
I didn't care that I was naked; I didn't care that my
neighbors might see me. I didn't care that any of a number of
very awkward things might happen, I was not me any more, at least
not just then, I was woman as sex, not just as sex object, but as
the embodiment of sex itself.
J was there naked as I was, sporting an enormous erection
that practically glowed in the dark. He'd had me, made me come
twice, but he'd held off. I couldn't have that. I latched onto
him like a hungry tiger, taking his erection into my mouth,
grabbing his hips, literally so he couldn't get away from me,
because it was important to me that I make him come.
He allowed me to work on him for a moment then for a
couple, then he tried to get me to stop. I held on for dear
life. After a few seconds he stopped trying to pry me off and
instead grabbed my hair and pulled me to him, forcing himself
deeper into my mouth, erupting as he did it.
I swallowed every drop.
When he was through (I made sure) he just hugged me for a
few moments, then very quietly he said, "You could become habit
forming," and then hugged me again.
He helped me to my feet and took me back into the house.
He lead me to the bathroom and turned on the shower. When it was
warm he put me in and followed. He didn't let me do anything
right away. He started on my feet and lathered his way up to mid
thigh before starting on the other one. He repeated the process,
soaping my foot and calf and about half way up my thigh.
Then he stood up and washed my arms and back and then
took out shampoo and did my hair. When he was done with that and
I was all rinsed off, he washed my face, pausing to kiss me long
and deep. I could get used to being pampered, I told myself.
Then he soaped my stomach and my bottom, being VERY
thorough. He did my thighs and then worked up to my breasts and
washed them with incredibly gentle strokes and movement. I'd
relaxed but the last couple of minutes started my motor up again.
He then went down and washed my sex, getting the hair first and
then making sure there were no stray drops of the cooking oil
inside.
I came leaning back against the wall.
When I had my breath back, he handed me the wash cloth
and told me that it was now my turn. I'm sure I grinned as I
repeated the procedure on him. The water was beginning to run
cold by the time we were both done.
He dried me off and put my collar back on. (When had he
taken it off?) He lead me to the bed. I would normally have
found something pretty to wear, but J wouldn't allow it. We both
slept nude, or he did, I was after all wearing my collar.
It was a very odd night. Very sensual. He made love to
me then, right after we got into the bed, but he didn't come
(though I did). Then he explained to me that my job was to
service him whenever he had the urge all night.
He's a very light sleeper. I don't know how many times
he woke up and took me or had me go down on him, or flipped me on
my back and licked me until I was screaming my orgasm. I have no
idea how many times he made me come. Sometime in the middle of
the night he came, his member buried in my bottom. Each time he
took me there, he would have me go and get a warm wash cloth and
clean him off. Then he'd have me go down on him until he was
really hard and take me vaginally.
In the morning he came again, in my pussy this time.
Each time he brought me to orgasm. I was finding it easier and
easier to come each time. It was as if lifting all
responsibility from me made me better in bed, or at least
released all my inhibitions and let me come more and more often.
By morning I was actually sated, tired but sated. I
wondered about the day he'd have in srore for me.
Part 2.
chapter 6.
I've gotten bored. I feel like I'm no longer talking
about me and my experience as much as I'm just offering you some
titilation. It's really difficult to identify the specific
occurrences on Saturday. So much happened.
A lot of it was J actually using me however and whenever
he wished. He explained to me what a pearl necklace was after
he'd given me one. I'd never expected him to use the tube of K-Y
he took out between my breasts. When he spurted over my neck and
chin, he told me about that.
I was naked nearly all day. His hands were all over me
most of the day. No pinch marks or anything like that, just a
healthy appreciation of my skin and that his time was limited.
I came so many times that my sides ached, sorta the way
that they feel if you laugh too hard and too long. Don't get me
wrong, it was a nice ache, but clearly we pushed our physical
limitations quite a bit. He pushed my emotional buttons very
strongly too. Normally I like to be the center of attention by
being boisterous. He made me the center of attention by making
me quiet. He played a lot of head games with me and made me love
it.
I served him breakfast in bed, of course. When he was
finished eating he had me go down on him while he finished his
coffee of all things. When I had him hard, he put his cup down
and took me again, from behind this time. He didn't come then,
but he made me, twice.
J played this bizarre game with me where he'd ask me
questions that were extremely personal, like the precise manner
in which I lost my virginity, with graphic details. If I didn't
tell him or if I didn't seem to be telling the truth right away,
he'd begin to fondle me. He'd keep doing it until I told him
what he'd asked. The bastard kept me coming for what seemed like
ten minutes, it couldn't have been that long, but he had this
knack of being able to keep me right on the peak for the longest
times. I told him all kinds of things, the first time I had anal
sex, all of the occasions ... well, you get the idea. We played
that for much of the morning.
He did take me out, but that's too complicated to go into
now, perhaps later at another session. The last thing he did
Saturday night was probably the most physically intense.
He tied me to the 4 corners of my bed. Then he
blindfolded me. I had images of being tit-fucked again or of
taking him in my mouth while he held me down, of all kinds of
things.
He gave me a massage. At least it began as a massage.
Then it kind of evolved into something else. He stopped kneading
my muscles as much as he titilated my skin. He spend several
minutes running his hands up my thighs and down my stomach until
I was ready to beg him to touch my pussy, screw me, touch me,
anything. Then he disappeared for a couple of minutes. The next
thing I felt, remember I was blindfolded, was him putting a warm
wash cloth over my sex.
I knew what he was doing when he began to lather it up.
He told me that I needed to be very still and then began to shave
my pubic hair away.
Now my husband and I engage in oral and anal sex, though
normally inside, so it wasn't as if any of the specific acts were
new to me. Shaving myself isn't something I've had to do or
wanted to do for that matter. Somehow, it felt forbidden and
deliciously sexy to have him do it this way. He certainly took
his time over it, and while I suspect he wasn't ever using the
razor on me while he did it, he did rub my clit a lot while
reminding me that I needed to stay still while he shaved me.
That was fairly intense.
When he was done, he used a wet cloth to clean off the
last of the soap. Then he went down on me, and down on me and
down on me. I lost count of how many times he made me come.
When he stopped, he put some baby oil on my newly shaved pussy.
That's when I felt there was something he was hiding.
After he oiled me, he used his fingers on me and started
me coming again. Then, I swear, he tried to see how long he
could make me come. He used his tongue, his fingers, his prick,
then started over with his tongue. He did it so long that I
couldn't catch my breath.
When he untied me, I was dizzy. He had to help me to the
bathroom. He wouldn't let me take off the blindfold right away,
but I did feel that he'd left a patch of fuzz on the upper right
hand side of my pubic hair.
It wasn't until I'd spend another night just like the
last one (I did make him come three times, once in each aperture
as he called it) coming maybe a dozen separate times myself that
I got to see myself in the light.
I kept that heart shaped pubic patch for a couple of
months after that.
Oh, look at the time. I've got to be going. I must say
I enjoyed this more than I thought. What? Oh, yes, I do re-do
the heart from time to time...
And with a quick flash, she proved it and left
his office.
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