He waited anxiously for her arrival. He had wanted to meet her for so long...it was like an ache in the pit of his soul. They had been chatting on the net for a few months. First, just casual friends, and then one day, it happened.
*** *** ***
He had chastised her for delaying in responding to one of his emails. Her response startled him. He had expected one of her usual disclaimers about working too much, not being online very often... instead, she offered no excuses.
"If you don't like me, you don't have to talk to me anymore. If you want to continue this, then it continues at MY pace, not yours. Do you understand?"
He sat looking at the screen for a moment. Wondering what she meant. If anything. And he realized that he actually cared what she thought. How she felt. The concept of not having her in his life, even at this superficial level, was foreign to him. He wanted to please her. He wanted to make himself as important to her as she had become to him.
He pondered, and wrote back, "I understand. I only want to make you happy. Please...let me."
She smiled as she read his answer. She was a changeable creature. One moment happy and carefree, the next pouting and sulking, the next sensual and erotic, the next demanding and cruel. Her mood swings were many, but they were part of her. And if he wanted to be part of her life, then he needed to realize that. She liked him...very much. She wanted to meet this man who had touched her. He made her feel cherished and appreciated. Oh....it sounded silly, she supposed, that someone with whom you only exchange words on a computer screen could help you feel a certain way, but sometimes... sometimes... it helped to know the mind behind the person before the physical person.
She replied, "It is time. We need to meet. Are you ready?"
His heart swelled when he read her latest message. He had seen pictures of her. He knew she was beautiful. She insisted that she wasn't, but he reminded her that beauty was in the eye of the beholder. The twinkle in her dark eyes, the silkiness of her long hair, the creaminess of her skin... these were all things that he wanted to see and touch with his hand, not just his head. He wanted to make her know that he thought she was the epitome of womanhood.
"Name the place and the time. I am at your disposal," he answered.
She licked her lips, like a cat finishing a bowl of cream. He was yummy, she thought. Tall and broad- shouldered. Strong, even features, blue eyes that showed his inner thoughts. She had looked at his pictures a multitude of times. She wanted him. Now, she thought, she would have him. In every way. He waited anxiously. There was no response from her. Had he erred in some way? Was she only playing with him? He closed his eyes and stretched in his chair. He must have pushed too hard. She was going to disappear now, and he would never have the chance to see those luscious lips, those tempting breasts, those curving hips in person. As the thoughts of despair swept through him, he heard the PING of a received email.
"Meet me tonight. Smokey Joe's on Fifth Ave. Seven o- clock. Wear a blue buttoned-down oxford shirt and jeans. And... don't be late."
He smiled and laughed. The trembling feeling swept through him and he guessed that this was where the phrase "giddy as a schoolgirl" came from. He quickly typed his response. "Yes Ma'am. I will be there." And sent it.
She opened the email. Her eyes scanned the two lines he had written, and she smiled. And licked her lips.
*** *** ***
She was there at 6:30. She waited outside, in her car, wanting to see if he had followed her instructions. At about 6:45, a blue Ford Explorer pulled up. She squinted in the half-light as someone got out. Yes...it was him. She smiled as she saw the shirt and jeans. She saw him look around nervously, and her smile broadened. It was good that he was a bit on edge. What was running through his mind, she wondered, as she watched him stride into the bar.
He looked around as he entered. Thank God, this wasn't one of those smoke-filled bars where a permanent cloud seemed to linger, blocking the views of the patrons. He knew she detested cigarette smoke, and found it ironic that a place called "Smokey Joe's" was actually smoke-free. He didn't see anyone that looked remotely like her, so he walked up to the bar and ordered a bottle of beer. He paid and walked over to a table against the wall and sat down so he had a view of the front door. He was really nervous. He reassured himself that she was just a woman. Like any other woman. He gave a wry grin to himself as he realized that no, she was NOT like any other woman. She was fascinating to him. And he hoped that he was at least interesting enough to her that she would give him a chance to show her how much he cared for her already.
His eyes clouded over as he envisioned her in one of the pictures she had sent him. It was a plain old snapshot of her at a party. Her hair waved over her shoulders and her eyes twinkled at the camera as she smiled, obviously enjoying herself. It was apparent from the picture that she was somewhat overweight, in fact, he thought she looked...abundant. That was a good word, he nodded to himself. He had always fancied women with a bit of meat on their bones...provided they had the curves in the right places, of course. That picture was from the waist up, and he could tell, she certainly had the curves happening.
She smiled as she walked through the door and spied him right away. She had lingered in the parking lot, planning on being a little late. Better to keep him on edge. He looked adorable sitting there. His eyes were staring off into space and he had a slight smile on his face. She hoped he was thinking of her. Because he was even more delectable in person than she had thought previously, and she could not WAIT to find out all about him. She strolled over to his table.
"Waiting not too long?" he heard a slightly out of breath voice ask him.
He focused in on the speaker. It was HER! Finally. He automatically glanced at his watch. 7:10, it said.
"You are late," he told her. "In fact, I thought you weren't coming." He hadn't even noticed the time, he had been so wrapped up in his daydream, but she didn't need to know that. He smiled at her, ameliorating the sting of his words.
"Pardon me, I MUST have the wrong person," she said, as her face froze and her eyes grew icy. She drew herself up and turned to walk away. She was determined that SHE would direct this meeting, not him, and if he couldn't handle it, then she didn't want to let this go any farther.
He pushed his chair back and sprang to his feet. He leapt after her and grabbed her elbow. "No, PLEASE. Don't leave. I'm sorry. I was just joking. Please...sit down. Give me a chance."
She pointedly looked at his hand grasping her arm and then back up into his eyes. Be strong, she told herself. Don't give in.
He removed his hand and started babbling. About how he wanted to meet her for so long, and how wonderful she looked, and how he was stupid for overreacting, and it was only a friendly joke, and how he really just wanted to get to know her.
She let him ramble for a bit. He WAS nervous, she thought. She let him convince her to sit down at the table, and asked him to go get her a beer. He did, jumping at her request eagerly. That was a good sign, she reflected. He had potential.
He came back with her drink and they sat and talked. And laughed. The conversation was general. They talked about his work, her work, their families and friends. It was like their emails, but better, because he could sit there and look into her mesmerizing eyes. He watched them sparkle at him when he said something particularly witty. He watched them grow soft when he said something serious. Oh, she was ten times more alluring in person than on the computer. He finished his beer quickly and got up to get another. Until he saw her small frown. He thought that he didn't want her to think he was a lush, so he sat back down.
"If you want another drink, go ahead and get it," she told him. "Don't stop yourself on MY account." There was just the faintest hint of sarcasm in her voice.
"Oh. No. No, I don't want another," he replied.
"Are you sure? I mean... I don't want to cramp your style," she told him.
"No. No. I am positive. Just sitting here with you is enough to make me drunk on your beauty," he answered, proud of himself for working that in.
She laughed. "Very good. I AM impressed. And I doubted if you were ever going to get around to complimenting me."
And with that, the floodgates opened. He told her the truth. That he thought she was gorgeous. Everything about her made him want to touch her, hold her, kiss her, even worship her.
She smiled at that. "WORSHIP me? Puleeze!"
"No, I am serious. You were meant to be adored and I am only happy that someone else hasn't beaten me to it. I want to make you understand that. Give me that chance. Please," he told her earnestly.
She wondered if he knew what he was saying. She knew. She knew without a doubt that she wanted to see him again. She wanted to take him into her life and make him hers. She wanted to feel his eyes and his hands and his lips all over her. Indeed... she wanted him to worship her.
She glanced at her watch. "Well, I must be going. Have to get my beauty sleep, you know. Would you like to do this again sometime?" she asked in as casual a tone as she could. This was the moment of truth. She needed to maintain the upper hand.
He looked at her. He wondered what she was thinking. How could she be so casual? How could she be so unfeeling? He had just laid his soul in front of her and she was talking about LEAVING?! Still, she did leave open the chance of seeing her again.
"YES!" he practically shouted, drawing some looks from nearby patrons. He quieted his tone. "Yes. I do. Do you really have to go?" he asked in a forlorn tone.
She reminded him that she had to work in the morning, but suggested meeting that Friday night. She would make him dinner. At her place. Provided he promised to do the dishes, she smiled.
He felt wonderful again. He assented, and they set a time. She gave him directions and left. He watched her walk out of the bar, her hips gently swaying back and forth, and he knew. He wanted her, and that Friday night, he would have her.
The next few days were long ones for her. Work was stressful this week, but she knew when she got home each day that there would be an email from him to cheer her up. He had written about how much he wanted to get to know her better. How she was a mysteriously fascinating woman to him, and he wanted to get under her skin as much as she had gotten under his. Little did he know that he HAD. His honesty and refreshing enthusiasm was spellbinding. She was falling under HIS spell, and it was supposed to be the other way around, she thought wryly.
Friday evening. 6 o'clock. Her doorbell rang, and she went to answer it. He was waiting on her doorstep, wearing khaki dockers and another oxford shirt. He looked so darn cute, especially with that one stray lock of hair falling over his forehead. He slightly bowed before her and offered a bouquet of flowers.
He was entranced. She looked beautiful. A pale pink sweater and a little black pleated skirt. Her hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, exposing her throat. Delicious smells wafted towards him. "Mmmmm...smells wonderful. What are we having?" he asked he as he offered his flowers to her.
"Nothing special, just roast chicken, baked potato, salad," she answered, waving him in.
He followed her into the living room. A large smooshy- looking sofa dominated the room. The TV was on, but the sound was turned down, and a CD player played classical music. Mozart, he thought, although he wasn't an expert. Warring with the aromas from the kitchen were the floral scents of about seven or eight large candles burning throughout the room. It was a comfortable room, he thought. It fit her.
She put the flowers in the kitchen and rejoined him, carrying two champagne glasses and a bottle with her. He arched an eyebrow at her as she commanded, "Sit."
Sit he did. The couch WAS as comfy as it looked. He glanced over by the tv and noticed a picnic basket, and wondered idly what was in it. She looked at him and offered him a glass.
"Bubbly?" she asked smokily, with a gleam in her eye.
He held out his glass and she filled it, and then hers. She sat down next to him, and raised her glass. He followed suit, and asked to what were they drinking.
"Possibilities. Let's drink to you and I and possibilities."
The way she said it, he felt himself stir. He had dreamed of what would happen here tonight. The had thought of taking her to bed and ravishing her. Of caressing her curves with his hands and lips. Of biting her soft flesh. Of filling her with him. Of taking each other over and over until he couldn't be roused anymore. Of lying in each other's arms, his head on her rounded breasts, feeling each other's hearts slow down. Of just reveling in the touching of their bodies.
She smiled at him as they drank. She wondered if he knew what she wanted from him. She wondered if he knew what HE wanted. She thought not. But she was going to show him. Of that she was certain.
They made small talk and sipped their drinks. They moved into the dining room and ate supper together, laughing and flirting with their eyes. He raved over her cooking. She modestly denied doing anything special, and reminded him that he was on dish duty when they were done. As they finished up the meal, they companionably cleared the table into the kitchen. He groaned when he realized that she didn't have an automatic dishwasher. And she laughed as she told that was what HE was there for!
She filled the sink with hot water and they piled the dishes in, as she told him to leave them to soak. He had no problem with that, and followed her back into the living room. She refilled their glasses.
She wondered if he realized how much he had drank. They were on their second bottle of champagne, but she had only had three glasses, and he had consumed the balance. He was quite tipsy, she thought. It was time.
She sat him down on the sofa. And leaned over him. He was sure she was going to kiss him, and he couldn't wait. Her sweater hugged her ample curves, and when he looked up, he looked right into the valley between her breasts. It was dark and shadowed, and he leaned forward just a bit and inhaled. He could smell the enticing scent of vanilla, he thought.
Her sharp tone stopped him in mid-reverie. "WHAT are you doing?" she asked in a clipped voice.
He was confused. The night was going so well. The way she had bent over him, he thought she WANTED him to look at her. And he wanted to look at her. Touch her. All over. Especially those magnificent tits.
"I... I... I'm sorry?" he offered.
"Excuse me?" she asked in a dangerous tone. "Sorry for WHAT?"
"I am sorry for... sorry for..." he struggled to phrase it in just the right way, but it was hard with her standing so close, glaring at him.
"Sorry for looking at you that way." he finished miserably. He knew that he had just ruined his plans for the night. There would be no holding her. No touching, no caressing, no lovemaking. Nothing. His face was bleak.
"That's not good enough," she told him. "Tell me what you were looking at, HOW you were looking at it, and why you shouldn't have been." He groaned. This was unbelievable. She was the most maddeningly moody woman he had ever met. And yet...he was still thrilled by her. He still wanted her. He still wanted to touch her. Everywhere.
"Yes, Ma'am." he started.
"Miss," she interrupted him.
"What?" he asked, confused.
"Yes, Miss," she spurred him on.
"Yes, Miss," he parroted, "I was looking at your...cleavage..."
"No, boy, you were looking at my TITS, weren't you?"
"Yes, Miss," he started over. "I was looking at your tits. I was thinking that I wanted to bury my head in them. And I shouldn't have been looking because you didn't tell me I could. Right?" he asked hopefully, looking at her.
She relented. "Now, see...that wasn't so bad, was it, boy? You just tell me what you want and we'll see if we can help you out."
She was so excited. He was on the edge. She KNEW it. She KNEW that he was the right one. He would love her the way she was meant to be loved. She wanted him badly. She loved his voice, his mind, his body, and his soul. But...it would be HER way, or NO way.
He shook his head. The champagne was whirling through his system, clouding his judgment. Did she just invite him to talk dirty to her? That was what he THOUGHT he heard. He cleared his throat, because it was suddenly dry.
She sat next to him. She poured him another glass of champagne. That was it for him, she thought. She didn't want him drunk...just uninhibited. She held it to his lips... "Drink...you are thirsty, aren't you? Drink..."
He drank down about half of the glass. And looked at her. God, she was beautiful. And if that was what she wanted, well, he would tell her exactly what he wanted to do to her.
"I want to take off all of your clothes," he started.
"Ah, ah, ahhh." she admonished.
He looked at her confusedly. What did she want NOW?
"What do you call me?" she asked sternly.
"Miss," he automatically answered. He looked at her face, and her luscious lips parted in a smile. He smiled back, and barely even noticed as she gently pushed him to his knees in front of her.
"Miss," he started again, looking intently at her face above him, "Miss, I want to take your clothes off and touch your whole body." He paused. "I want to kiss your lips, and your neck, and your ti- I mean, your breasts," he continued as he watched her smile broaden.
"OH... sweet..." she smiled at him. He was coming along beautifully. She knew that he had a submissive streak in him. He was drifting down the path that she wanted him to go down with only the barest nudges from her.
He smiled dreamily back at her. She was glorious. It was going to happen. He knew it. She was going to let him make love to her. It was so right...he hadn't ever felt this wonderful with a woman before. It just felt like the world was in balance. He would do anything for her. And so he told her.
She looked into his crystal clear blue eyes. She could see the genuineness in them. He truly meant it. He had just never realized that deep down he wanted to have someone control him. She wondered if he realized that was exactly what was happening. Well, he would by morning, she thought. And he would be HERS.
She asked him to stand before her, as she remained seated on the sofa. He did, softly swaying with the champagne running through his veins. She took his hand and held it to her cheek. His fingers automatically went to caress her, and she pulled away.
"No, pet. You only touch what I want you to touch. Do you understand?" she told him sternly.
Her smile disappeared.
"Yes, Miss," he tried again, and was rewarded when her smile reappeared and she pulled his hand over her cheeks.
She took his index finger and ran it over her lips. She flicked her tongue out, tasting him. Looking at his face while she did so. He stared back at her. Captured by her touch. The softness of her lips was incredible. And she opened her mouth and sucked the finger inside the wet warmth....sucking and licking at him.
He couldn't help it. He groaned. Her mouth was amazingly hot and wet. He wondered what it would feel like if it were his cock inside that mouth. And he felt that cock grow and harden in his pants.
She glanced down at his crotch and saw the growing bulge. She smiled around his finger, but didn't stop what she was doing. Just a little more, she thought to herself. Just a little more and he will be yours.
He wanted to rip his clothes off, throw her skirt up and pull her panties down. He wanted to grind himself inside of her. Damn it, he wanted to fuck her!
She saw the feeling in his eyes. She pulled his finger out of his mouth and said, "Tell me, pet... tell me what you want...."
He opened his mouth and started. "Miss," he said without prompting, "I want to fuck you. I want to bury my cock inside you and make you come."
"Ahhh, pet...that is music to my ears. Why don't you take your clothes off and show me what you have for me," she told him.
He started to strip hurriedly. He drank her in with his eyes as she watched him avidly. Her hands drifted over her breasts, kneading and stroking them through her sweater. He could see her erect nipples even through the knit material of the sweater. His mouth watered. He tore off the rest of his clothes and reached down and grabbed his throbbing cock.
"Please, Miss, let me suck your ti---breasts," he begged.
She half-smiled at him, at his eagerness. "You mean, my TITS, don't you sweet?"
"Yes. Yes. I want to lick and suck your tits. Please," he moaned.
"Come down here, then," she told him. And he sat down on the sofa next to her.
Her smile disappeared and that cold look of disapproval settled in her eyes. He knew he had erred, and immediately slid to his knees on the floor in front of her. His eyes were directly in line with her nipples and he couldn't help it, he stared at them.
She chuckled, and slowly pulled her sweater over her head. Exposing the lace bra to his hungry eyes. He could see her dark nipples through the fabric and started to lean towards them, until he faintly heard her disapproving noise. He looked at her face, and knew what she wanted. "Please. Please, Miss...may I touch your glorious tits?"
"Yes, pet...but no hands....just your mouth," she told him. She was so pleased. He was SUCH a quick learner. She knew she was going to experience ecstasy with him tonight. And she would make him come harder than he thought possible, binding him to her forever.
He opened his mouth and centered in on a nipple. He grabbed it through her bra with his teeth and bit lightly. He was pleased with her intake of breath. He rolled it back and forth between his teeth, grasping his hands together behind his back to keep himself from using them to cup and knead that firm breast in his mouth. God, his cock was hard. He couldn't believe how hot he was. He could smell the vanilla even more potently now. It must be some sort of lotion on her skin, he idly thought, as he sucked that nipple through the fabric. He wondered if the rest of her smelled the same.
She was wet, she knew. She could feel the dampness of her pussy on her thighs. His teeth felt SO good on her nipple. But the other was getting neglected. So she pulled away from him, ignoring his whimper, and pushed the other nipple at his mouth. He latched onto it right away and worried it between his teeth. She let out an involuntary moan. "OOOhhhh, pet....that feels SOOOO good," she groaned.
He vaguely heard her and couldn't help himself. He pulled his hands from behind his back and began massaging her tits through the bra. Immediately she pulled away.
"Oh, pet, I am so disappointed in you," she told him in a downcast voice.
He recognized his error, and tried to plead ignorance. "Miss, I couldn't help myself. You are just so beautiful and I couldn't help myself. Please...please...let me make it up to you. Please," he begged.
She looked down at his eyes, and saw the contrition there. She gloated inwardly. Oh, he is SO delicious. Deliciously submissive and doesn't even realize it.
"Well, pet," she told him as she got up off the couch, "since you begged so nicely, I am going to forgive you this time. BUT...." she added as she saw the smile on his face, "I am not going to take any more chances." With that she reached into the picnic basket and pulled out a set of black cuffs.
He looked at the cuffs, and he felt his cock pulse. He had never been tied up. He had never really thought about it. But...as she walked over to him and told him to put his hands out to her, he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that ran down his spine through his twitching prick as he felt the leather around his wrists. She walked behind him and said, "Hands to the back, please." And he automatically brought his hands behind his back and heard the click of a lock as they were fastened together.
She looked down at him. He knelt on the carpet, sitting on his heels, hands behind his back, cock hard and pointing almost straight out. She could see a small glisten at the end. And she smiled at him. He smiled back automatically. She resumed her seat on the sofa and said, "Well, pet, since you handled that so well, I think you should get some reward, don't you?"
He nodded eagerly. Her hands came up to her nipples and pulled on them. She reached behind her and unfastened the lacy bra and pulled it off. He moaned. There they were. Those glorious tits. The flesh was a creamy white and he could see the veins running under the skin toward the hard nipples. Those nipples. He HAD to get them into his mouth. "Please? Please, Miss?" Instead of answering him, she reached out and ran her hand through his hair. She pulled firmly on the curls at the back of his neck and heard him groan. And then she pulled him forward.
He automatically opened his mouth and sucked. Her nipple was about as big as his thumbnails, he thought as his whole world devolved into these two breasts. These tits. He could kiss and lick and suck them forever, he thought. He pulled hard at her nipple, and heard her groan. He wished he could do this for hours.
She let him suck and kiss and nibble at her tits for a long time. She made sure she switched him from side to side so that each tit got its fair share of attention. He was wonderfully good at it, she thought, as she realized that she was going to leave a huge wet spot on her sofa cushion. Well, he would just have to do something about THAT, she thought, with a smile on her face.
She finally pulled him away by the hair. His face was red, and his lips were swollen. His cock was still hard, she noticed. "Well, sweet...that is certainly good for your first try," she told him with a smile on her face.
He just looked at the smile on her face and heard her approving tone. He wasn't paying attention to her words. He just wanted to touch her more. He wanted to lick her. He wanted to taste her. The aroma of the vanilla had been overcome by the scent of her pussy. He could smell how aroused she was. It kept his cock hard. He wanted to stay here like this always. Always making her feel good. Always hearing her approval. He pulled at his hands, indicating that he wanted to touch her. She saw, and asked him if he was uncomfortable. "No, Miss, but I want to touch you. Please. Let me touch you."
She stopped smiling and rose from the couch again. "I thought you understood pet... what matters here is what I want. Not what YOU want. Now...are you uncomfortable?"
He rose to his knees again. "No. No, Miss. I am not. Please...let me kiss you again."
She reached into the basket again. He caught the glint of silver as she pulled something out in her hand. "Pet... you know that you have made me feel good by worshiping my tits. You have a gift. Every time you nibbled or sucked on my nipples, I felt it here," she said, cupping her pussy through the skirt. "Now it is time for YOU to feel it."
With that she reached down and pulled on his left nipple. It felt good, and he groaned. The nipple grew hard immediately, and she gave it a sharp pinch. And giggled as she saw his hard prick twitch with that pinch. She felt the other nipple and did the same. Another giggle. "Sweet, you seem to enjoy that pinch. Do you?"
"Yes, Miss. I love it when you touch me. Please...."
"No, that isn't what I asked," she answered. "Do --- you----like---the---pinch?" she asked again, punctuating each word with a pull on one of his tits.
"Yes. Yes. Yes, Miss. I do," he told her, looking down at his hard cock and then back up at her face.
"Good. Honesty is important, pet." And with that she swiftly attached metal clips to each of his nipples. The sharp pain made him draw a few deep breaths, but he noticed that the throb of each nipple seemed to resonate in his erect penis.
"Oh. Miss!" he looked at HER nipples...just inches from his face, and still gloriously hard and seemingly calling to him.
She walked the few steps to the couch again, and he turned with her, not wanting to lose sight of her for even an instant. He wasn't quite sure why, but he felt like he was adrift on an ocean and she was his anchor. She frowned down at the sofa. And he followed her gaze. There upon the cushion was a dark spot. She reached her finger down and touched it. "Hmmm.... wet.... I wonder what it could be. Any ideas, sweet?" as she took that same finger and touched him lightly under the nose.
He inhaled deeply and knew without a doubt that it was the nectar from her pussy. He didn't reply, just breathed again.
She pulled on the chain connected his nipple clamps. The sharp pain made him look at her. "I asked you a question, pet..."
"I....It... I think it is....you, Miss," he stumbled, not knowing what she wanted him to say.
"Hmmmm....perhaps it is," she mused. She took her finger and put it under her skirt. When she pulled it out, it was shining with her juices. "Why don't you compare it, sweet?" she asked, as she ran the wet finger across his upper lip, dampening it.
He inhaled again. God...she smelled so sweet and tangy. He wanted a taste, and he flicked his tongue out to try to lick the wetness off of his face.
She smiled again, and watched as his cock twitched yet again. She idly wondered how much he could take before he came without her even touching him.
"Miss....please..." he begged. "Please...I want to taste your pussy. Please.... let me eat you."
"What, pet? You want to lick my cunt?" she teased him. "Would you do a good job? Would you make me come? Would you lick all of my wetness up? Drink me down?"
He moaned at the picture she painted. "Yes! Yes, please...let me lick inside you. Let me suck your clit. Let me make you come..." She pulled on the nipple clamps again, enjoying the moans he made. She sat herself on the sofa again, and slowly pulled her skirt up. He could see....she had NO panties on. Just the thigh high stockings. The lace tops were startlingly dark against the whiteness of her thighs. And her pussy. It was BARE! She was shaved. He could see the red of her slit. He could smell her juices. He swore he could even feel the heat from between her legs.
She reached out again and pulled on his hair. "Come to me, pet.... Lick me... Eat me... Suck the cream from my cunt.... Make your mistress feel good." As the words slipped out of her mouth she had a momentary quiver of uncertainty. She hadn't used the word mistress yet. She didn't want to lose him.
"Yes," he moaned... "Mistress...."
And with that final word he buried his face into her hot, wet cunt. He felt like he had finally found happiness.
He jolted awake and was disoriented. He felt the warmth of her body next to him and smiled to himself. His closed his eyes and drifted back into a dreamland. All was right with the world.
She leisurely came out of her deep sleep and smiled lazily to herself. She stretched, feeling the weight of his body next to her and she licked her lips. He had been every bit as delicious as she had hoped. Last night had been the first step in their journey together. She was hoping that he would allow himself to admit that he had enjoyed it as much as she had. Some men had difficulty accepting that they wanted to be submissive. They insisted on being the "macho" man, and trying to lord it over her. She knew that she could only be fully complete with a man who put her needs first. Who recognized that his greatest pleasure was in giving her pleasure. Who wanted to revere her, honor her... WORSHIP her. She, in return, would savor him. She would treasure him, and take him down paths that he never knew existed. And she knew that he would experience the most exquisite pleasures, but only because she chose to allow him.
She ran her sharp nails down his broad chest, drawing a moan from him as the tingling pulled him out of the dream that he was buried in. He opened his crystal blue eyes and looked deeply into her bottomless chocolate brown pools and he wondered idly why waking up next to her this way felt so... so.... ideal. He licked his lips and started to speak. "L... Last night," he stammered. "Last night was perfect. Could we do that again sometime?"
She chuckled lightly. He was so darn cute! "Oh pet," she smiled. "We will do all of that. And more. I promise you." She pushed the stray curl off of his forehead and ran her fingers through the wavy black hair. She pulled gently but firmly on the strands at the nape of his neck, and she watched those clear eyes of his sparkle in some way that told her.... he liked this. He liked this very much! Her full lips curved into a smile and she pulled his head to her and kissed him. Deeply. Satisfyingly. Drawing his tongue into her mouth and sucking on it until she felt him totally and completely relax in her embrace.
She suddenly released him and got out of bed. He felt adrift momentarily, and then she reached down and extended her hand. "Let's shower, pet," she smiled.
He practically jumped out of bed to follow her luscious body into the bathroom. Her ass was curved and full, and he remembered last night.... He remembered her kneeling on the bed before him. She had commanded him to lick and kiss every satiny inch of her cheeks. And he had. Licking and nibbling. Feasting on the curved half-moons. She had reached around and pulled them apart and she had only said, "You know what I want, pet. You know you want to please me. Make me feel good. It will make YOU feel good. Go ahead pet..." And he had. He had never licked a woman's crack before. His tongue had drifted down the crease, and her moans had been ecstasy for him. He was pleasing her. Pleasing Miss. And when he finally reached that pink rosebud, he had to admit to himself, he WANTED to lick her there. He wanted to taste her. He wanted to touch ALL of her. And so he had. Licking delicately at first, hearing her cries. And then, relaxing as his whole world devolved in only this moment...gently pushing his tongue inside her. He HAD been a little nervous about it. After all, one DID read stories. But she was clean. Inside and out. Little did she know that she had prepared herself for this. Just in case he had turned out to be the one. And as she wriggled on the end of his tongue, she was glad that he was indeed her pet.
As these thoughts raced through his mind, she grabbed an extra toothbrush out of the closet and handed it to him silently. They brushed their teeth companionably, looking at each other in the mirror and smiling. As they rinsed their mouths, she reached up and pulled his head down again. And kissed him deeply. He kissed her back. He felt his cock twitch...he was half-hard. He glanced down...her nipples were erect. But was it because of him? Or just the slight chill in the air, compared to the warmth of the bed? He felt a pang of uncertainty. Damn.... he wanted her to want him just as badly as he needed her.
She stepped aside. "Start the shower, pet," she idly told him.
He turned on the spray and adjusted it so it was warm, but not scalding hot. "Ok... done. Do you want to get in? Or should I?" he smiled at her.
Her liquid brown eyes dimmed momentarily. What had he done? He panicked. "Is something wrong? Is it too hot? Is it too cold? Please...I can fix it," he earnestly told her.
"Pet....what are you to call me?"
He smiled. "Oh...THAT! I thought that was just for last night," he laughingly told her.
She didn't answer his smile. Just stood there with the slightly disapproving look on her face.
"Miss.... please...." he began, slightly uncomfortably. He had thought that was just the champagne talking last night.
She cut him off. And flashed that intoxicating smile at him. "MUCH better, sweet. Now go ahead and get in, I'm right behind you."
He climbed into the warm spray, feeling it dampen his body, and extended his hand so she could get in behind him. They both sighed in contentment as the warm water sluiced down their bodies, slickening the skin.
Her arms slid around him from behind. She pressed her hard nipples against his back. And she softly said, "ALWAYS remember that you are my pet. You are MINE. I know it, and if you look inside yourself, you will know it too."
He wondered if she meant what he thought she meant. He didn't want to be a "pet." He had always dated women who had let him make the decisions. They had let HIM initiate the lovemaking. They had let HIM basically run the relationship. He was comfortable with that. He liked that. He certainly didn't want some woman telling him what to do.
Her teeth nipped his shoulder blade sharply, bringing him back to the present. He drew a sharp breath and then exhaled as her fingernails simultaneously pinched both of his nipples. But DAMN, she knew what buttons to push!
She stroked him all over. She soaped his back and his chest. She rinsed him off. She looked down at his erect prick and back up into his face. "Would you like me to wash that too?" she asked him gently.
"Yes, Miss," he responded involuntarily.
He groaned as her soapy fingers ran back and forth across his shaft. She pulled and prodded and stroked and Jesus...she knew just how to touch him. She soaped his balls, ran her fingers over and around them, and he felt their fullness. He was FULL of come. Full for her. But, he didn't want to come yet, so he pushed her hands away. "No. No...not yet," he told her.
She pinched his nipple. "NO." she said sharply. "You have to learn. You will come when I say, WHERE I say. I will make you feel sooo good, sweet. You will learn to allow me full control over your body, because.... pet.... you know that I know EXACTLY how to make you explode until you think you will pass out."
Her hands returned to his shaft, which had not softened at all as her words sank into his consciousness. "Now, pet...." she purred as she stroked him to full erection again, "would you like to come for me?"
His mind was processing her words. Jesus...she was a domme. It was finally clear to him! This wasn't some game to her. She wanted him to obey her...ALWAYS! His body was screaming for release... but he knew... he KNEW...that if he came right now, somehow she would be right. He would be her pet. He would be hers. The feeling was starting to overtake his brain...pushing out the common sense he knew was there.
Her skilled hands pulled on him. She knew, without a doubt, that this was the moment of truth. Last night had been incredibly hot and erotic. But he HAD been somewhat under the influence of the champagne. This morning...he was sober and aware of everything. This morning was the test. She hoped that he would allow himself to admit it. She hoped that his mind would allow his soul to do the thinking. He was MEANT to be her pet! She knew it, and deep inside....she knew that HE knew it.
"Pet...." she started... "Pet...if you come for me now, you know what it means. It means that you want me to be your mistress. And I will take you places that you have never even dreamed of. I will bring you pleasure in SO many forms. And you will bring me pleasure. Wouldn't that be nice? Think of it. Think of burying yourself inside me. Think of my screams of passion. Think of YOUR screams of passion."
She felt his balls tighten. She was exulting inside. He was almost there! She knew it. She stepped up her assault on his senses. She leaned towards him while she massaged his cock and balls, stopping to flick her fingernails over the sensitive underside of the head. He couldn't talk. She was making him want her so badly. She was telling him about the pleasures in store for him. All he had to do was consent. All he had to do was come for her...now. All he had to do was allow the feelings inside him quiet the voice in his head. All he had to do....as he felt her head against his chest and she bit his right nipple... HARD! He stopped thinking and only FELT.
"AHHHH....MISSSSS......" he groaned loudly as his cock exploded in her hands. He shot spurt after spurt of hot come onto her body, mixing with the warm water running over both of them. His cock convulsed and felt like it was going to rip off into her hands, the release was so strong.
He stood in the shower, and she felt the shudders of the aftershocks ripple through his body. She exulted inside. She knew he was hers, and NOW maybe he knew it.
He was totally and completely drained. He had never felt this way before. As his prick softened in her grip, he became aware of her hands on his shoulders. He looked down into her eyes. They were such a soft brown. Almost liquid. He thought he could look into them always. Especially if she always made him feel this good. And then he felt her hands pushing him down, down he went. To his knees, in the shower before her. His eyes focused on those glorious dark pink nipples of hers, even with his sight line. And his mouth watered.
She saw him swallow as he looked at her tits. She pulled on the curls at his neck to make him look up at her face. "Pet.... You know it, don't you? You know...I was right. You are mine. I am yours, pet. I am your Miss. I am your mistress. I promise you....I WILL take you places that you cannot conceive. And you will take me there too. And I will treasure you as much as you will treasure me." She looked deeper into those eyes...looking inside him....and she smiled.
"Yes, Miss. I am. Please...show me...." he smiled back up at her. He realized that it would be ok. It would be alright. She was still the wonderful woman he had expected. But...she was even more than he expected. And he couldn't wait to continue down that road with her.
Things were progressing nicely, she reflected. He was turning out to be everything she wanted and more. He was actually calling her "Miss" now, without being prompted. Only in intimate moments, but that was fine with her. She wanted a submissive partner, not a slave. Outside of sensual moments, they pretty much continued to be on an equal footing, except that he was more thoughtful and caring of her wants and needs than most of the men she had known. It was time to proceed, she smiled to herself.
He was driving over to her apartment after a relatively stressful day at work. One case in particular was really wearing him out. He hated the guy he was defending. He even thought he was guilty. But it was his duty to give him zealous representation to the best of his ability, and he only hoped that the prosecutor was doing an equally zealous job.
He parked the car and walked up the steps. He loosened his tie and rang the bell. He could see her come toward the door through the long window next to the doorframe, and he was mesmerized anew by her soft beauty. He wasn't quite sure what spell she was casting over him to make him act the way he sometimes did around her, but he didn't care. He just wanted to make her his forever so he could bask in the glow of warmth that surrounded her.
She opened the door and saw a tall, handsome, distracted man before her. His normally clear blue eyes were a bit clouded, and his wavy hair was unruly curls where he had run his hands through it. Still, he smiled at her, and she smiled back. Poor baby, she thought, he really DOES need what I have to offer.
"I thought we would order pizza tonight, pet, ok." she said as if it were a statement, and not a question.
He quickly grabbed her up in a big bear hug. "Whatever you want is fine by me. I just wanted THIS all day." He inhaled deeply. He wasn't sure what scent she was wearing today...lilac maybe? But he liked it. She was so feminine. He wanted to revel in that femininity. He wanted to pamper her and let her know how much he adored her.
She reveled in feeling his frame pressed against hers. "Well, then, maybe we should just pass up dinner altogether," she teased, knowing that he was ALWAYS hungry after a long day at work.
He pulled back and looked down into her laughing brown eyes. "I didn't say THAT," he teased back.
She started to walk down the hall, and he followed, entranced by the wiggle of her rounded bottom in front of him. She stopped first in the kitchen, and automatically made them both drinks. Rum and coke for him, and a wine cooler for her. He took a deep pull on his and sighed.
"Rough day, eh?" she asked.
"You have NO idea. This asshole. This loser...oh....argh! I hate him!" he declared passionately.
She went into the living room and again, he automatically followed the swaying tush. She perched on the sofa, and patted the cushion next to her. He followed the unspoken command and sat.
And he did. It was against policy, but how the hell could he always keep cases bottled up inside him with no release. He would go insane. Without a doubt, he could trust her, of all people. He told her of the crimes his client stood accused of, he told her of the coarse language the guy used...profanity-laden sentences, racist comments, he told her of the sexist way the guy treated the women he came into contact with. He even told her that he thought the guy was guilty of all of it, and how little self-respect he had at the moment because if he walked, it was going to be because of HIM.
She listened intently. Poor baby, she thought as she listened to the diatribe. She refilled his glass once and let him just ramble on. Such hostility was built up in him. And look at the way he was sitting on the sofa. Bolt upright, not even leaning back against the cushions. He DEFINITELY needs what I have to offer, she thought.
He finally wound down and looked at her. They were fairly familiar with one another now, but he was slightly embarrassed that he had ranted at her quite so much. "How was your day?" he finished up lamely, with a sheepish smile on his face.
She laughed, and pulled his face to hers for a quick kiss. "Not as bad as all that, sweet."
She got up off of the couch and told him to sit there for a few moments. He was going to take a bubble bath, she told him.
He laughed, "Only women take bubble baths. Maybe a hot shower instead."
"No, pet," she gently admonished him, "You are going to take a bubble bath, and I am going to go run it for you now." And before he could utter another syllable, off she went.
He sat there for a bit. A bubble bath? Was she joking? He would feel like a kid, or a fag. He would just tell HER to take the bath and then he would shower, he decided. He got up off the couch and went into the bathroom.
He stopped and appreciated the view. She was on her knees, swishing the water around. The scent of sandalwood floated through the air, and the only light was that of three large candles in the room. Her bottom was sticking out, as if greeting him. Enticing him, that was what it was doing.
She had heard him come down the hall and smiled to herself. She purposely stuck out her ass and wiggled it slightly as she stirred the water, making sure it was warm, but not scalding. She heard his breathing deepen somewhat as he watched her, and she slowly turned her head at him and smiled. "Why don't you go into my bedroom and take off your clothes, pet?"
He turned around and left the bathroom. He slowly stripped, envisioning her naked, on her knees before him, and his cock hardened a bit. He thought about thrusting deep into her wetness, and he hardened some more. He remembered the sensations of her pussy clamping around his prick when she orgasmed, and he hardened even more. Unconsciously, his hand stroked his cock as those visions ran through his mind.
SLAP! He jumped as her hand sharply smacked him across the ass, and he pulled his hand to his side.
"What were you doing, naughty boy?" she playfully purred. "Thinking of me, I HOPE!"
He smiled at her, "Yes. Of course, I was thinking about you. Look what just the THOUGHT of you does to me," as he gestured to the almost fully erect penis bobbing in front of him.
She laughed. "There will be time to take care of HIM later. Now...come on....your bath awaits."
She took him by the hand, and the next thing he knew, he was seated in the hot bathtub, white suds floating around him. He had even forgotten to object again.
She pulled down a white fluffy sponge and told him to relax and let her take care of him. He looked a bit apprehensive, but relaxed when she began soaping up his chest and back.
She loved running her hands over every inch of his body. His skin was becoming all flushed with heat and from the pressure of the slightly scraping sponge running over it. He was SOOOO perfect for her, she reflected, as she even grabbed the shampoo and washed his hair, luxuriously massaging his scalp.
He lost himself in the sensations. The hot water, the softly scrubbing sponge, her fingers on his head, the scent of the candles, the sandalwood bubbles... Ok, he conceded to himself. He was enjoying this. And he was definitely an adult and definitely not gay. In fact, his cock had gotten soft when he first entered the bath, but her ministrations had made him hard again. He noticed that she even gently washed THAT. But she didn't linger overly long. He wished she had. He thought a strong come would just increase the pleasure in the bath.
Finally she told him to stand. He did, and she let the water flow down the drain. She turned on the water again, and adjusted the temperature. She turned the shower spray on and rinsed him completely. Even making him bend over so she could rinse the crack between his cheeks. He felt a little embarrassed about that, but it DID feel kind of good.
She had him step out of the tub and she rubbed lotion all over him. The sandalwood scent again. He inhaled. "Well, at least you didn't make me smell like a flower or something," he smiled at her.
"Well, it was a toss-up. Gardenias or sandalwood. I decided that you probably wouldn't appreciate being a prom corsage, so this was the choice. I am SO glad you approve," she finished, slightly sarcastically.
"Now look at me. I am all wet." He snorted and she shot him a mischievous look. "My CLOTHES. I meant my clothes! Why don't you go into the living room, and I will 'slip into something more comfortable.'"
She noticed that the semi-hard prick of his twitched at that statement. And she smiled, licking her lips. "GO..." she commanded.
He went into the living room, naked, and selected some music. He heard her in the bedroom. The closet door opened and closed. He lit some candles and turned the lights off. He sighed....it was so relaxing here. He could escape here, into a world where nothing else mattered but the two of them.
He heard her come down the hall and turned and his mouth dropped.
She was a vision of lust. She had let her long golden hair down and it rolled in waves a few inches below her shoulders. The black...thingie...that she was wearing looked like a teddy. It was shiny and had silver zippers running across the bra cups. It came down to just above her pubic mound. The garters extended from it and she had black silky stockings that made her legs seem like they went on forever. She had black high heels on. And, NO panties. If he had any doubts about that, they disappeared when she twirled before him and her pale white curving ass was displayed for him in all its glory.
He was speechless, she noted with approval. As it should be. She had never shown him her REAL lingerie. So far all he had seen were bras and panties. But tonight... tonight he needed this.
She strutted over to the high back chair and perched herself on it. "Come here, pet," she crooned to him throatily.
He walked over to her slowly. He was aware that the semi-hard on he had was now a full-blown raging erection. He was aware of everything about his body. The heat and pinkness from the bath lingered.
"Here, pet," she commanded, as she gestured to the spot on the rug before her.
He sank to his knees before her automatically. "Miss...you look GORGEOUS." He told her reverently. "Please...let me take care of you. Let me touch you. Let me make you feel good."
"In due time, sweet. In due time." She smiled down at him, noting the dazed look on his face and drinking it in.
She pulled her body to the edge of the chair and slightly spread her legs. She loved the way his glance immediately went to her pussy. He made an inarticulate noise and an involuntary movement toward her.
"Pet...what are you doing?" she asked sharply. "Did I not tell you that you would touch me LATER?!" She allowed the note of displeasure to color her tone.
He looked up at her face immediately and slightly paled. "I... I... I'm sorry, Miss. It's just...Its just that you are so beautiful. I just want to touch you," he stammered.
She smiled. But there was a slightly evil cast to that smile. "Stand up."
He obeyed the command without thinking. He rose to his feet before her and looked down upon her.
"Turn...slowly..." she continued.
He did as she told him. It was easier to allow her to tell him what to do. They both achieved happiness and incredible pleasure that way. They had been together often enough now that he didn't really mind anymore. There was less pressure for him. All he had to do was let her command and he followed.
As he turned 180 degrees, she spoke again. "Stop." She looked at his ass. Firm and rounded. Not a bubble butt, but he HAD an ass, not like so many men. She reached out and caressed it. And she licked her lips.
His cheeks automatically clenched as he felt her soft hand against his ass. She soothed him, making cooing noises as she touched him, and he relaxed and began to enjoy it. She kneaded and stroked. Ran her nails across them, raising tiny little lines where she dug in. She withdrew those magic hands from him and he clenched again.
"I said, RELAX" she repeated, as she stood up. She could feel the wetness between her thighs. She was more than ready for the next step. She thought he was too, even if he didn't know it just yet.
She pressed her body against his from behind, and he felt the patent leather of her bustier against his back. Her legs slid against his, and the silkiness of her stockings felt heavenly. The zippers across her barely restrained breasts scraped him gently. And the heat of her pussy against his ass was amazing.
He made an inarticulate noise as she reached around and lightly pinched his nipples. She nibbled on his ear and licked it, flicking her tongue in and out rapidly. He was hard. Very hard. And he ached to touch her, but he knew better than that, by now.
"Oh, pet...you are excited, aren't you," she whispered in his ear. "Do you want me? Do you want to bury your face in my lovely pussy and lick and suck me until I tell you to stop? Do you want to take this big beautiful cock of your and thrust it deep inside me and fuck me till I tell you to come for your Miss? Remember what it feels like? Do you..." she trailed off as one of her hands started to lightly jack him off and the other weighed and caressed his balls.
He groaned loudly. "Please.... Please, Miss. Let me touch you."
"Not yet, sweet. We have some unfinished business first."
She pulled away from him and spun him around to face her. In her heels, she was just about as tall as he was, and they stood eye to eye.
He looked at her, with a confused look on his face. "Unfinished business?" he asked.
"What were you doing when I came into the bedroom just now?" she asked.
"When I told you to strip, what were you doing when I found you in the bedroom?" she asked again.
"Just now? Umm... I was thinking of you."
"And?" she prompted.
"And.... oh. I was touching myself," he finished.
"Yes, pet. You were. And I told you before. I don't want you to do that unless you ask me first. I will almost always give you permission, but I think I deserve the respect to be asked, don't you, pet?"
"Yes, Miss. And I do respect you. I just didn't even realize I was doing it," he told her.
She looked at him seriously. "Well, then that IS a problem. You obviously need to be more self-aware. And I am going to help you."
He looked at her, concerned now. "What do you mean, Miss?"
She walked over to that huge couch and perched herself directly in the middle. "Over my knee, pet." And she patted her lap.
He stared at her, stupefied. "WHAT?!" he asked.
"Pet.... NOW. I am going to teach you that you must be more aware at all times. NOW... over my knee..." she commanded with a tone that she had never used before.
He shook his head back and forth, but found himself walking across the room. "I... I don't know about this," he told her.
She smiled up at him. She knew this had to be handled very carefully. But it was a step that they needed to take if their relationship was going to continue.
"Sit, sweet," she told him, and he did. "You need to understand...this is something that I need to do. I need for you to accept that. I need for you to allow me to guide your behavior. Now, have I embarrassed you or humiliated you? No. I haven't. I am not about that. BUT...I WILL be in charge of you. And I WILL expect that you follow my directions. And if I tell you to do something and you don't, or, as in this case, I tell you NOT to do something and you DO, well, then....that behavior must be corrected. Do you understand, pet?" she finished.
He sat for a moment. Processing the information she had just given him. He thought about it and realized that he should have seen this coming. He should have known that sooner or later it would come to this. And it was decision time. Put out or get out, as they said in his fraternity days.
His eyes flicked over her again. She was so amazing. She was everything he wanted in a woman, appearance- wise. Her mind was every bit the equal of his. Her sense of humor meshed with his. She was a sympathetic listener. And he certainly couldn't deny that the best orgasms of his life had happened with her. He took a deep breath...
She watched the thoughts running through his mind with trepidation. Those crystal clear eyes showed her everything. She saw the positives, and the negatives. She saw him weigh the two and analyze them. And then when he took a deep breath, her heart jumped.
"Yes, Miss. I understand. And if you say that I need this, then I do." He looked into her eyes and he knew that he had made the right decision by the warmth that he read there. He got off of the couch and quickly laid down across her lap, ass raised to her. "Please...." he said.
"Oh, pet," she moaned, thrilled that he made the choice that he had. She ran her hands over his smooth bottom, caressing the skin there. "You are indeed a treasure. Your mistress will never abuse the trust that you place in her. I promise you."
He sighed, and braced himself for what was to come.
*** *** ***
Her hands traced over the mounds of his ass. He was so soft there. So untouched. She quickly ran a finger up the crack and enjoyed his involuntary shivers.
"Now pet, you know that you disobeyed me in the bedroom, correct?"
"Yes, Miss." "And you understand that if you are to appreciate that disobedience, I need to discipline you, correct?"
"Then I am going to spank you. With my bare hand. Twenty times. It may hurt a bit, but this IS a punishment, pet, and it is supposed to. Do you understand, sweet?"
"Yes, Miss." He sighed. In for a penny, in for a pound, he thought. "Please, Miss, I deserve to be punished."
Her hand came down swiftly on his right cheek. He gasped.
"Pet...I do NOT think you sufficiently understand that you MUST obey my wishes for this relationship to continue. This is not some game. Since I think I must make that impression upon you, I am going to up it to thirty smacks. And I am going to make it hurt."
"Yes, Miss, I understand," he told her, wondering how much it would really hurt.
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
She began to spank him. She was enjoying the pinkness of his ass. The heat was delicious, she thought, as she licked her lips.
As the spanking continued, he was counting to himself. She smacked harder than he had thought her capable of, and by the time he had counted up to ten or eleven, he was smarting from the pain. It was more than just little stings, he thought. These were more like... well, more like the way his mother had spanked him when he was a little boy. It hurt!
Around twenty, his bottom had surpassed pink and was now red. There wasn't any white left on it, because she was smacking him in a different place each time. She paused and ran her hands over the warmth. "Pet, are you ok?" she asked. "That was twenty. Now for the ten to show you that this really IS a punishment, and not some game."
"Miss..." he started.
She paused. "Yes, sweet?"
"Miss...I know this is not a game. It HURTS. Please...I won't touch myself again. Just don't give me ten more," he pleaded. He knew that he was on the brink of crying. He could feel the tears in his eyes, and he didn't want to cry in front of her. But if she gave him ten more spanks, he didn't think he could hold it back.
She was touched. "Ohh...sweet...I am glad that you understand that now. But it is too late. Once I decide on a punishment, you ARE getting it. So, remember, in the future, to avoid a punishment, just do as I ask." She used a matter-of-fact tone with him. It was key that he remember this lesson. She couldn't waver.
With that, she commenced the final ten swats. Her hand ached, but she put some extra strength into them. These were the true punishment spanks, after all.
As he reached twenty-two in his count, the tears began to fall. He didn't even have the urge to leave anymore. He just wanted this over with.
"Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine. And....THIRTY!" she pronounced as she finished up the spanking. He didn't move and she grew concerned. "Pet? Are you ok?" she asked.
He slowly slid off her lap to the floor at her feet and turned his face to her. The tears ran down his cheeks and even though she was finished, he continued to cry.
"Pet? Pet? Please....talk to me..." she grew agitated but tried to hide it.
"Oh Miss. Please.... I am SO sorry. I won't disobey again. Your pet is so sorry. So very sorry..." he stammered out between sobs.
She slid to the floor next to him and gathered him in her arms. There was more going on here than just the release of the spanking, she knew. She let him sob it out and making shushing noises. Finally he was taking great gasps of air and she knew that it was over.
He looked at her and was amazed. He felt better. Much better. It wasn't so much the spanking, or even the embarrassment of crying in front of her. That felt sort of natural. His heart felt lighter. His soul felt healed in some way. He pulled away from her and stood, extending his hand to her.
She reached up and allowed him to help her from the floor. She was concerned. What was he doing?
He seated her on the high back chair again and sank to his knees before her.
"Thank you, Miss. I don't know what came over me, but...and I can't believe I am saying this...that spanking made me feel whole again."
She smiled, reassured that she did indeed know what he needed, and extended her hand to cup his cheek.
"Pet. You ARE my pet now, you know?" she asked almost rhetorically. Because she knew that they both knew that. And now...they could get on with some loving this evening. But first...
"Call for pizza, pet, ok? I am getting hungry. Taking care of you is hard work!"
They browsed through the mall, hand in hand, like the hundreds of other couples they passed. Nothing remarkable about these two. The silent looks that passed between them, the giggles at shared jokes, the expressions of contentment on their faces - all just confirmed that it was Christmastime and here was another couple in love.
He was so pleased that things were working out. Moments cuddling on the couch, cooking meals for each other. The lazy Sundays of breakfast in bed and arguing over the sections of the newspaper. He had known, deep inside, that she was the one for him. Forever. And he yearned to make it permanent. He had it all planned for New Year's Eve. She had helped him discover new facets of his personality, and he thought it apropos that he open a new chapter to his life...THEIR life...with the New Year.
On her part, she was thrilled to have found an intelligent, expressive, sensitive man who still maintained ambitions and goals in life. That he had turned out to have such a deep-rooted latent submissive streak just confirmed it to her. He was the one for her. She couldn't remember ever having a relationship, in ANY context that had been this fulfilling. This was the BEST Christmas ever, she reflected as she smiled at him over a rack of sweaters.
They finished up their meal in the food court of the mall, and wandered into the bookstore. It was huge...one of those superstores that carried thousands of books on every topic imaginable. There were racks and rows that ran all different ways, and as he perused a computer book, she was struck with a wicked thought.
"Pet?" she started.
He glanced up. She only called him that when she was feeling dominant, and he could tell from the glint in her eye that she had something devious in mind. His heart skipped a beat and he answered as he knew she expected. "Yes, Miss?"
"Have you noticed how alone we are back here?" she said casually, as she gestured around.
He looked and noticed that she was correct. Uh oh, he thought, but replied, "Yes, Miss. I see that."
She stepped closer to him. Until her breasts were just grazing his chest. And she looked up into his blue eyes and felt a thrill run through her as she saw the worried look in those crystal clear orbs. She reached her right hand up to his head and wrapped it around his neck and pulled him down and brushed her lips over his. "Pet....I am feeling very...excited right now." Her teeth nipped his lower lip and pulled on it gently. "Can you feel the heat from my body, sweet?" She breathed only loud enough for him to hear.
Her left hand stealthily crept between them and she suddenly pressed it over his flaccid cock. He gulped, and turned his head to make sure that no one saw them. Her hand was massaging him slowly, but steadily, and he could feel the blood rushing to it.
"Miss....please?" he began.
"Please what, pet? Please stop? Is that what you were going to ask me?" she replied in a throaty voice.
He trembled for a moment, swallowed deeply, and stepped back. He pulled away from her hand and cleared his throat. "Yes, Miss. That IS what I was going to say. This is not the time or the place for this," he started strongly, but when he saw her soft brown eyes freeze and turn icy, his heart skipped another beat, and not in excitement this time. "What I mean, is... well...I ... I am just.. Well. Umm..."
She let him stammer on. She knew that he fully understood her need for dominance at times, and that he had accepted his need for submission as well. Yet she felt that the best dommes kept things interesting. They pushed the envelope. And the subs enjoyed it too. She liked for him to be a little unsure of exactly what would happen next, but dammit, he needed to learn to TRUST her. And if he couldn't, then they were nowhere.
She cut him off in midsentence. "Fine. I understand. Take me home. Now." And she turned and started walking away from him.
Her clipped tones left no room for misunderstanding. She was royally pissed. He regretted that. But she couldn't really expect him to allow her to get him aroused HERE! In a public store, where anyone could see them. "Ummm...Miss?" he started, and then stopped as she turned, and in a furious tone addressed him...
"You will NOT call me that. Ever. Do you understand?" And she spun and continued on her way through the stacks of books.
He practically ran after her. "Miss...Miss. Miss!" He reached out and grabbed her elbow to stop her. He didn't even notice the people staring at him as he had pursued her through the store.
She stopped short and looked at him. Her eyes had no sparkle to them at all. They were dull and lifeless. Almost like she had been traumatized in some way. And, indeed, she had been. Her pet had failed to trust her with his well-being.
He lowered his voice. "Please. Come back over here with me. Let's discuss this. Please. PLEASE." he begged. He couldn't believe that their relationship was going to cease over such a stupid thing.
She allowed him to lead her back through the racks to a deserted area of the store. She looked at him. Poor thing, she thought. He really looked panicked. As well he should. Without trust, they had nothing.
"What?" she asked with that toneless voice. "Miss. I am so sorry. Please... don't you understand? Its a PUBLIC place! Please...don't humiliate me this way," he spoke quietly and quickly to her.
She sighed. And she looked up at him. "Do you trust me so little, pet? Do you really think I would embarrass you? What did you think I was going to do?"
He just looked back at her, but felt a ray of hope as she addressed him as her pet.
"Trust. That is the cornerstone of every relationship. Especially one of a mistress and her sub. You know that. I KNOW that you know that. Haven't we discussed that before?" she continued.
He saw her eyes soften a bit, and he didn't even glance around but immediately knelt before her. "Yes, Miss. I know we did. But...this is all still new to me. And I was afraid."
He was confused as she interrupted him. "Yes, that one there, dear. Uh huh...THAT one. Perfect for your sister, don't you think?"
He looked behind him and saw another man glancing curiously at them. He picked up the casual thread of conversation and they discussed the merits of the fictitious book for a few minutes until the man left.
She laid her hand on his head and ran her fingers through his hair. He looked up at her and she smiled at him. "Now, pet...there was my perfect chance to embarrass you, but I didn't. Now, stand up."
He did as she commanded and trembled as her fingers again sought out his manhood through his pants. She traced over the shape of it. He stood, not looking at her, but rather at her hand. And after a few moments, he felt the twitches begin. She whispered to him. "Mmmmm, pet...does this mean that you trust me? Your cock feels like it trusts me. Its getting hard for your mistress. I know that you feel it. Mmmmm... you are making me hungry. I can just imagine what it tastes like. You know how much I like to suck it. Drink you down when you come."
He couldn't believe he was allowing her to do this. His pants were bulging now. If anyone came around the corner, it would be obvious that he had a hard on. He looked into her eyes and saw that the brown of them was molten now. She was as excited as he was, he thought, but she wasn't scared to death of being caught, he reflected. Still...if this was what she wanted, he would let her do it.
Her voice continued to ramble words of lust to him. "Such a nice hard cock now. It likes the touch of my hand, doesn't it? What would you do if I unzipped you now, pet and dropped to my knees and started sucking you off? Would you protest? Or would you simply stand there and watch? Watch that beautiful prick of yours thrust in and out of my mouth. Feel the heat and the wetness of my mouth sucking you. You trying to be quiet so no one will come back here and find us."
She kissed him, using lots of tongue, and whispered, "Unzip your fly, sweet."
He knew that he was going to do it. He HAD to. Not only was this a crucial moment in their relationship, but he wanted to feel her touch directly on his throbbing cock. She could get him so hot so quickly. He couldn't believe the risk he was about to take. This was so unlike him. But for her... "Yes, Miss," he answered, taking a quick glance around.
As soon as he had unzipped, her hand dove into the opening. They both groaned as her hand encircled him. She shifted his dick so that it was pointing up, and it wasn't hurting him. She didn't take it out of the fly, but just caressed him inside his pants.
She slowly jacked him off while she continued her erotic talk. She whispered to him of how hard he felt, and how much she would love feel it inside her wet pussy. "And it is DRIPPING, sweet," she moaned. "Take your finger and touch it, sweet. Under my skirt. That's right. Just run it...ahhhh," she breathed as his index finger ran up the crease of her lips. "Now, pet....taste me...pull that finger away. Lick it," she instructed him.
His mouth opened and he thrust his finger inside. God he loved the taste of her juices. Tangy and sharp, yet sweet. He sucked his finger. "Miss. Oh... you taste so good. Please...may I have some more?"
Her hand continued its steady torment of his cock. She could feel the precum at the tip and she withdrew her hand and held the finger up to his lips. "Now, taste yourself, pet."
Obediently he opened his mouth and sucked her finger in. He had never tasted his own juices before his involvement with her, but it wasn't so bad. He was used to the salty taste now. Kind of like brie, he thought. He pulled on her finger with strength and licked it with his tongue. He wanted to please her...to make her realize that he did indeed trust her. And if this was the fastest way to mend that fence, then he would accede to her wishes gladly. Indeed, he didn't want to imagine his life without his precious Miss.
She pulled her finger out of his mouth and zipped his pants up.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Perhaps we should leave now, pet. What do you think?"
He stared at her, dumbfounded. "Wh...what? Miss?"
"Well, I wouldn't want us to get caught or anything. C'mon, sweet, let's go home." She untucked his shirt to cover his erection and she grabbed him by the hand and they exited the store.
As they walked back through the mall, still holding hands, she continued to whisper to him of how wet she still was. And how she wanted him to lick her to orgasm. She told him of how she was going to reward him for his obedience by allowing him to fuck her hard and long and even come inside of her tonight. She had only recently allowed him to enter her, and that only after they had both been tested. As she had told him, passion was wonderful, but nothing worth dying over.
His cock stayed hard while they walked, and he was grateful that she had untucked his shirt so not TOO many people noticed. He couldn't wait to get on top of her and bury himself inside her slickness and feel the heat of her cunt scorch him. He knew how her walls would grasp him tightly and convulse when she came around him. And he knew that her orgasm would trigger his...and this time she was going to allow him to come inside her. She didn't let him do that often. She frequently had him come on her tits, or in his hand, or ON her pussy. And then he had to lick it up.
They walked through the dark parking lot for it seemed like forever to him. She had parked in the middle of a row of cars, but kind of far from the mall, and he wondered how he was going to make it home. She was still talking dirty to him, and he couldn't stand the prolonged excitement.
She walked around the car and unlocked the passenger side for him. As he stood next to her, she suddenly grabbed his cock and pushed him up against the side of the car. "Here, pet. Now. I want you to fuck me now."
"Wh..WHAT? Here, Miss? In the lot?"
"Yes, pet. I want you in me now." And with that, she bent over the hood of the car and pulled her skirt up. She wasn't wearing panties, of course. She never did. And he could see the white flesh between her thighs. Her pussy was bare. She kept it shaved, and he liked that. He liked to bury his face in that cunt and lick and suck until she pulled him away from her by his hair.
He glanced around once and figured what the hell. He unzipped and pulled his hard prick out of his fly. He ran it once up and down her wet slit and located her tiny hole. She moaned. And with one thrust, rammed his entire seven inches balls deep into her pussy. They both groaned with the feeling.
"Yes, pet. Like that. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Deep. More.. Faster..." she encouraged him.
He held on to her hips and drove back and forth into her tight cunt. Jesus she felt so good. He looked around, and seeing that no one was around, allowed himself to enjoy the feeling. "Aahhhhh...." he moaned.
He was going to make her come already, she thought. She had been so hot that she knew it wouldn't take long. After the first twenty or thirty thrusts, she felt herself freeze, crest, and start convulsing. She groaned loudly, and reveled in the feeling of contracting around his thick cock. It felt so damn good, she thought.
As soon as he felt her freeze, he knew she was about to come. Her yell reverberated through the parking area and he hoped that security wouldn't investigate. But then he stopped thinking. Her cunt, around his cock, tightened and rippled, and he buried himself inside and just held it. An answering moan came from deep inside him, and he yelled too as he started to spurt deep inside her. They panted and groaned almost in unison as they rode out their climaxes.
Finally, he sagged over her back and he felt himself slip out of her. "Mmmmmmm," he murmured in a satiated tone.
"Mmmmmm, is right, sweet," she whispered back. "NOW will you trust me?"
"Yes, Miss," he answered. "Always, Miss." And he nipped her on the back of her neck.