Jackie 1 Jackie is one of those unique women who defy any common explanation or definition. We meet only once every month or two, and the encounter is very different, to say the least. She is an average height woman, average build, average appearance in clothing and very little make-up. I LOVE average. But what lurks beneath the surface of this very demure woman with her nipple length hair done up in a bun is beyond what you might guess. She is outgoing to a point, and ferociously devoted to, and protective of her children. We met by chance when we were both walking our kids to school and the story evolves from there. Our conversations mostly centered around kids and family life, until one day I mentioned that my oldest child did not go in for the spankings at her birthday anymore. Jackie was strangely quiet and subdued for the next hundred feet of travel, looking blankly at the walk ahead while her children played with mine all around. We often left the school at different times and walked back separately, as she walks slower than I, and I usually hate to keep a slower pace when I have somewhere to go, like back home to check on my BBS messages. Today I decided to walk back with Jackie. She had become a friend....not a close one, but a friend nonetheless. Her silence after the mention of spanking intrigued me and I guess that it was curiosity that tugged at me to stay with her more than anything. I never figured that the two of us would ever share more than a casual friendship. As we began to traverse home, the breeze of the new spring air shifted and my nostrils caught a familiar, if not stimulating scent. I was downwind from Jackie. I inhaled fully, and slowly so as not to attract attention to my delighted nostrils, and to ensure that she would not be embarrassed. As we walked, I was certain that she was wet. Had the talk of spanking gotten her going, or some other thought rambling through her mind? I decided to test the waters a bit. "You seem awfully quite today," I queried. "Are you okay?" I decided to wait for an answer, no matter how long it took. She took a breath, then exhaled audibly. "I just have some things on my mind...just been thinking a lot lately about me, and my life, what I want, and what I don't have now." She continued to look only at the passing cracks in the sidewalk. I was not sure yet. Was it just a career and fulfillment crises she was in? "Yes," I responded. "It seems that when you reach our age, you begin to look at a lot of things that you didn't before." The statement evoked a small smile from her tender lips, then the expression left them once more. Her face was awash with a growing blush. "Anything you would like to talk about over coffee?" I asked. I still did not know for certain what was on her mind, but I was getting some strong signals. Her nipples had hardened considerably and were now slightly visible nubs, even through the heavy bra she was wearing. "No, I don't think so now," she replied. "I still need to sort some things out on my own. Thank you anyway." Her eyes could scarcely hold a gaze with mine now. I smiled. "Okay. If you ever need to talk, just let me know. I know it is not like talking to another woman, and the things you "gals" share, but I am a good listener if you need someone to do just that." I knew she needed to talk, but also knew that it had to be her decision from this point on. "See you tomorrow." "Bye," she responded, as I turned away and headed home. I had barely gotten five steps when she called out. "Wait!" Her voice had a very distinct urgency to it, and she glanced around to see if anyone else had heard her plea. "Well, let's go then. Do you want to talk at my place or yours?" A fear leapt from her eyes at the sound of my invitation. I mentally kicked myself. "I'm sorry," I added, now aware of her discomfort at being seen in the company of another man...especially at her house or mine. We both knew other parents in the neighborhood and rumors always run rampant at the PTO meetings. "Would you like to meet for a coffee and roll down at the deli in twenty minutes? We can take a booth way in the back and talk." She hesitated for a few seconds, then shook her head in an affirmative response. The look in her eyes was one of desperation to talk. That `spill your guts in a safe environment' emotion was written all over her face. "Okay, twenty minutes." She turned and walked away. I followed her with my gaze for only a second. At this point it would have made her uncomfortable to turn around and see me staring at her. At the deli, she opened up to me bit by bit, occasionally having tears fill her eyes, often telling me that she was very relieved to find someone to share with who would not judge her harshly for what was going on in her head. In a nutshell, she wanted to be sexually dominated. She had had fantasies about it for most of her life, but old traditions and social expectations had kept her from admitting it to anyone. I confided in her that I had some dom experience. She gave me a shocked look the first time I mentioned it. I smiled and remarked, "You never know, do you?" "No, you never do," she responded. This was the first of many, many talks about the subject. After about our tenth meeting, she asked me a question. "Do you think that there is a way to have an experience like I fantasize about without having sexual contact? Or at least not having penetration?" I grinned slyly. "The experience can be whatever you want it to be Jackie. You just need to have a willing, caring partner who will absolutely respect that limit." She looked at the coffee cup, running her finger lightly over the rim, feeling the heat rise. Her face blushed, but her eyes never left the table. "I want to do it with you," she whispered. Her voice was almost too soft to hear. Did I hear correctly, or was I wishing that I had heard it? She looked me straight in the eye this time. "I want to be dommed by you," she repeated. There was no mistake. My ears heard it well this time, and so did my prick. I agreed to oblige, but told her that we would need to talk one more time about specifics of the needs being met. "If I give you a list of things that I might do to you, would you be able to tell me honestly what you think of them, then turn the list back to me? They would only have Yes, No, Maybe, beside them, but it is important for us to start there." She hesitated only a second, then responded with a firm yes. We smiled, then left the deli, knowing that the next meeting there might be our last before coming together as dom and sub. An opportunity to advance, or to back out. She could go either way, but it was her decision. The next morning after walking the kids to school, I discreetly handed her the list of possibilities and hoped for the best. She gave it back to me the following day, a blush covering her entire face and neck. "We will not speak of this until next week at the deli. Okay?" She nodded her head and turned for home. I smiled as she left and could swear that her legs were trembling. The ground rules were established the next meeting. It was understood that neither of us would ever talk about this to anyone. She was never going to leave her husband. He did not fill her needs in this area, but she could not live the remainder of her life without this. There would never be any penetration of any sort during our play. That way she could look him straight in the eye and say that she had never had sex with anyone else. Well, sex in the traditional sense. We firmly agreed that when either of us wants to call an end to it, or if we feel that it is not working, for any reason, that it will end. *************************************** First Encounter Jackie was nervous, to say the least. The sweat on her brow attested to her anxiety and her excitement. The air in the hotel room was musty, but being 15 miles from home it made her feel safe. "Are you ready Jackie?" I asked, a stern look on my face. She inhaled sharply, and nodded her head. I walked behind her, stood briefly, then firmly grabbed a handful of her red hair. I pulled it back slowly and deliberately, causing her head to fall backwards, then waited a few seconds. I leaned forward and whispered softly, but with intensity. "I will not say this again or you will be punished for omission. When I ask you a question, I expect an answer. In this case, you should have answered, Yes Master. Jackie moaned slightly, but I held her tightly. "Yes,..Master." She was uncomfortable with calling me Master, but time and trust would take care of that problem. "Any infringement in the future will result in three swats with the riding crop on your ass....or wherever else I please. Is that understood?" "Yes, Master." My hand release her hair and stroked it. "Good!" I began to rub the riding crop over her body. First her back, then her shoulders, back down to her ass. I walked to her front and continued, avoiding her breasts and pubic mound. I gently, ever so lightly, ran the leather strap at the end of the crop over her face, caressing her cheeks, her forehead. I held it in front of her lips and ordered her to kiss it. She did so, a bit hesitantly, but not too badly for a novice slave. I allowed the crop to fall gently, with my guidance, and it traced a path down her neck and over her blouse. Her nipples strained at the fabric. She closed her eyes and her head rolled slightly to the side. A moan emanated from those pouting lips. I followed her torso with the crop, outlining her cunt, but not touching it. She wanted me to rub her there, but I decided not to. She whimpered when I pulled away and thrust her hips toward the crop involuntarily. My steps carried me behind her once more and my hands rested on her shoulders and turned her body gently toward the full length mirror. "Open you eyes and look at your reflection," I directed. "Now take your clothes off......slave!" She moved slowly, as I expected she would for the first time in front of me. Her blouse came off, then her bra. Her skirt was next, then her shoes. "Stop a moment!" She was surprised by my order, and her hands automatically covered her breasts. "No, slave, do not cover your body in my presence unless I tell you to." She reluctantly lowered her hands, staring intently at her hard nipples. For her comfort, I allowed her a little time to get used to being nearly naked in front of me....her new Master...while I was fully clothed. I moved the crop from behind her form and rubbed it gently between her thighs, pushing from side to side. "Spread your legs a bit now." She complied, and the look on her face was one of surprise as she stared at the wetness soaking through her plain cotton briefs. She later told me that she had never been wet enough to soak completely through her panties, let alone be able to see it from a distance. A chill overtook her spine, and she closed her eyes again. I smiled and continued. My hand traced her contours once more with the crop. She whimpered and moaned with each new area that I passed over. "Look at your dripping cunt, slave," I whispered in her ear. She looked briefly, then her eyes closed again and she swallowed hard, her mouth dry. "I can smell your sweetness from her slave, and you had better tell me that all of that dripping moisture is for me." "Yes, Master, my...cunt...drips for you." I smiled at her difficulty saying words that she had only thought of speaking to another man. She would learn. I returned to the front of her and she opened her eyes, straining to see past me to the mirror. "Stand still!" I barked. She complied. I then allowed my gaze to follow over her breasts, lingering on them before moving down and fixing on her pussy. I stared at her wet crotch until she became fidgety. "Stand still slave!" She stiffened and complied. "You must learn that your Master will look at you often and inspect you. This is no time for your concerns. You are here to please and pleasure me." "Yes, Master." She closed her eyes again. "This is a time of exploration slave," I continued. "I will explore your body as I wish, and in turn, you will know yourself more fully under my guidance. You will learn to express thoughts that have been repressed for many years, and learn to look deeply inside yourself at thoughts and hidden desires that you never knew existed in your subconscious. I turned the crop around and began to move the handle down her stomach to her pussy. Her eyes remained closed. I reached the top of her pubic mound and slowed my speed...very slowly. I inched down at a snail's pace, looking at her face for guidance as to what effect I was having on her. Finally the handle passed over her clit and she groaned loudly at the touch. I held it in place for a moment, not moving one way or the other. Her thighs began to quiver from the anticipation. Knowing that it would not take long for her to cum this way, I removed the crop and walked around her again. "Hands behind you slave," I announced. She complied and I attached the soft, fur-lined cuffs around her wrists and connected them with the link. I took her by the shoulders and turned her in my direction, then pulled her close, raised her chin and planted a kiss on her that found my tongue racing through her entire mouth. She responded in kind with a fury that I would have never suspected from this suburban housewife. French kissing was the only form "penetration" that we had agreed on, and I was certain that it would be enough, with everything else that I had planned for this woman/slave. I then probed under the waistband of her panties with the riding crop and gathered some of the moisture flowing from her sopping cunt. I held her hair tightly and placed the crop at her mouth. "Taste!" She stuck out her tongue, and as she did, I pushed the handle into her mouth an inch. "Getting to know yourself, slave, means getting to know yourself inside and out physically too. Now suck it off." As if a switch had been turned on, she sucked it clean with an abandon that she had never shown before. Meekly she looked at me, her eyes wild. "May I taste myself some more, Master...please?" "Yes, dear slave. Since you asked in such a nice way." We repeated the tasting scene, then I removed her panties and had her stand before me, legs spread, while a took a leisurely stroll around her naked body. She was trembling with anticipation. I stood before her, then removed my clothing. She gasped as I finally released my hard, throbbing prick from its confinement. I am average in length and breadth by most standards, but this is a woman who had not scene a cock on a grown man, other than her husband, for sixteen years. I stood before her, strutting my dripping prick, then reached out with the riding crop and lightly tapped at her nipples. "Look how you have made me drip, slave. You are the cause of this mess, and now you will have to be punished for it." With that, I gave her breasts a couple of more symbolic taps with the crop, then led her to the bed. I helped her to my lap, face down, my hard-on pushing into her side, then I began to administer the spanking that she had longed for secretly, but could never get her husband to give her. I was happy to take his place. I gave her the twenty swats that we had agreed upon to start with, then stood her back up and released her hands. "Now slave, lay down on the bed and spread your legs for me." She slid onto the downturned sheets and lay back, her legs splayed open for me. I crawled between her thighs and reached for her wet slit. She moaned as I teased her clit and probed inside her well of pleasure. "Play with your nipples," I commanded. Her hands moved without hesitation this time, as I continued to keep her on the brink of orgasm. I played with her in this way for another five minutes...a long time for someone as aroused as she was. Then I stood back. My slave gave me a quizzical glance. I postured myself at the end of the bed, still holding the crop for effect. "Masturbate!!" "Please...please. I have never, ever done that in front of anyone before." Then at the last moment, she added "Master." There was pleading in her eyes, but she also knew that this was part of her training. I stood firm. She closed her eyes and began, slowly. "That is right slave. Show me what a wet cunt you have for your Master. I want to see you cum, and you will do it for me!" In only 30 seconds she was cumming like a freight train running free on the tracks. She writhed and moaned and made guttural sounds that had been locked inside her sexuality for decades. I smiled as her hands relaxed and the spasms subsided. She grinned at me. I spoke. "Now do it again, and this time when you cum, I want you to look into my eyes. You may keep them closed until the moment that you cum, but you will look at me when it does happen." She began to finger herself again, delving deeply into her cunt with her fingers. Within five minutes she began to have another orgasm, stronger than the first, her eyes fixed on mine as it started. When it took over her body, there was no way that she could keep her gaze fixed on mine during the depths of her shuddering. It was what I expected, yet to have her look directly into my eyes at the moment before being overtaken by her own lust would cause all of her senses to be more aware...of everything. I gave her a moment to recover, stroking her face and telling her how well she had done for the first time. Then I laid on my back and had her straddle my hips, facing me. "Now take your hands and bring me off slave." She fumbled a bit, not used to doing that sort of thing for her hubby, but I knew that it would not take me long to cum, no matter what her technique. But I also had plans to train her well in that area. Her hands soon took on a steady rhythm and continued with me directing her as to the pressure and pace. After only five minutes of stroking my shaft, I spurted all over my stomach and chest. I opened my eyes and found my new submissive smiling, delighted in what she had just accomplished. I grinned at her and told her to get some tissue to clean me off. She complied and we were soon dressing to leave. We shared a brief, but not too brief, kiss at the door, then departed. She also understood that we would talk about our session at the beginning of the next one, so that she had plenty of time to sort out her desires and emotions about this time. I was looking forward to many more encounters. It can be done.....domination without intercourse or oral sex. And it can still be very satisfying. I know. Gentlemaster