1 comments/ 33230 views/ 1 favorites Hers Ch. 01 By: Scorpionic He waited nervously, wondering; in the cool crisp air, sat on the park bench clutching a bag which contained the items she had instructed him to bring. A deep sense of anticipation, intrigue, puzzlement and fascination welled in him as he waited for her. Three days had passed and he had followed each of her instructions, precisely. Now he ached to see her; be graced by her presence; warmed by her power. Her cock strained within his trousers, as his pulse beat deep within his mind and his breathing caught against the cold air. -0- Early, on Wednesday morning, he had received a text message alerting him that he had received e-mail. Frantically, he scurried into work and opened his account; finding her communication. Her demands were defined and clear. As his eyes scoured the screen and he absorbed her words his heart and soul leapt with initial dread and fear, and then welled with gratitude and excitement. "My slave, you will not hear from me for the next few days, except for my instructions. As usual, you are NOT allowed to touch yourself in my absence! In the meantime, you MUST complete the following tasks: 1. you must purchase a small notebook -- bound in black leather. 2. you must ensure you are free this coming Friday. 3. you must await my next communication." Immediately, he felt a deep sense of remorse that she would not make contact with him for some time. He deeply needed her daily contact to assure him of his position and now she was denying him this pleasure. He understood that she was testing him and he knew he would have to focus, hard. He made arrangements so that he would be available to her on the Friday, which was not an easy task. During the lunch-hour he busied himself around the local shops looking for a suitable notebook. His entire body glowed and his mind swooned as he picked up various items and stood, swathed by the usual warming submissive blanket while carrying out her wishes. Finally he settled upon an exquisite, gold-leafed notebook which, although plain, was expensive. He stood, holding the book for a moment, smiling at his choice, hoping it would please her. The rest of his day was entirely fruitless. His mind and soul starved of her contact only made him more aware of her influence over him. Without her, he was nothing. He knew that now. His heart ached for her control and contact; the gaping hole of her absence only made his inner need consume him even more so. Returning home from work he curled into his bed earlier than usual and hoped that sleep would ease his inner pain. It did not. He slept fitfully and woke several times during the night. He ached to contact her, but knew it was forbidden. He must await her next communication. -0- "Beep" - the phone in his pocket announced the arrival of a new text message. Shuffling on the park bench he reached for his mobile and clicked the 'READ' button. Shocked, he sprung to his feet. DID I SAY YOU COULD SIT?? He stood beside the empty bench, feeling chided and foolish. He should have known she would be watching him. A young woman walked past, pushing a double stroller ahead of her. She looked over at him, having watched him leap from the bench as if something had shocked him, and wondered why this man was now standing there, head bowed, like a child who had been told off by their mother. He felt the young woman's eyes fall quizzically on him as he blushed momentarily. If only she knew -- but she would never understand. Head bowed, he focused; and waited. -0- Upon his arrival at work on the Thursday he discovered another e-mail from her which had been posted late the previous night. She knew he would not be able to open the mail until his arrival at the office on the following morning. "My slave, Whatever your plans are for this evening -- change them! Today you will purchase a tube of hair remover. When you get home this evening you will complete the following tasks: 1. you will bathe and ensure your whole body is deeply cleaned. 2. you will apply the hair removal cream to your genital and anal areas. 3. you will prepare a work suit, as usual, to wear tomorrow." His face flushed, reading her words, and his eyes scanned the room quickly to see if any of his work colleagues had noted his embarrassment. He was safe. Apparently, no one had noticed. Again, during his lunch-hour he made his way to the local shops and spent time carefully considering which depilatory product to buy. The choice was limited. Her cock hardened during this task. He knew he was fulfilling her wishes; pleasing her with his actions. Eventually, he reduced himself to asking the middle aged shop assistant which of these products were especially designed for sensitive skin and felt a deep dread as she smiled a cheeky smile as she handed the tube of cream and change back to him. He shuffled, sheepishly, out of the shop feeling belittled yet touched. Again, she had manipulated him through yet another highly submissive yet remote situation. Required for meetings and important work issues during the afternoon he struggled to find his work focus. She filled his mind and his whole body raged with a desire for her contact. He composed three separate text messages but deleted them all before sending them. He must await her next communication, she had written. On several occasions he locked himself away in a small rest room and sat with his head swimming in his hands, wondering how he could possibly last the rest of the day without her. Her cock and balls danced their own cruel dance within his suit and he wished he could just turn time forwards to tomorrow. She was driving him to total distraction. Repeatedly, throughout the afternoon, he checked his e-mail account in case she had written to him and he might have missed her words. There was nothing. He felt he would explode if she did not break her silence soon. At the end of the work day, the office slowly emptied of people and he was left alone in this cold, clinical space. He picked up his phone and looked at it, longingly, wishing her to spring forth through this humble device. Nothing. He nonchalantly finished his work and then sat for a moment in contemplation. Need overwhelmed him and he clicked 'CALL' as her number glowed out at him from the small screen. Shaking, he held the phone to his ear and nervously waited, listening to the mechanical ringing tone. He knew he was taking a huge risk. Breaking her rules could lead to big problems for him, but he could not resist his ever-growing need for her. No answer. Voice-mail. He disconnected; too embarrassed to leave a message. As the cursor hovered over the 'SIGN OFF' control on his computer screen, he felt a swathe of deep inner pain fill him. This was an ache like no other he had felt before. It was unbearable. He would, of course, complete the tasks she had set him, but he needed her to contact him before he left to make his way home. "MAIL MESSAGE RECEIVED" He tripped over the base of his chair as he quickly slumped down in front of his screen, his heart thumping in his chest and his hands shaking. He clicked on the waiting e-mail icon and her words flashed before him as a deep sigh and sense of relief escaped visibly from his aching body. "Tomorrow morning arrive at Green Park. 11am. Wait at the Buckingham Palace entrance. Bring the following items with you: Note-book, butt plug, toothbrush, and change of clothes. Do NOT be late!" He almost fell off his chair as he read her words. A toothbrush and change of clothes? Why? He could only imagine that she had plans for him throughout the weekend -- but she had not told him to make any such arrangements. He had other things planned. He could not dare to presume her intentions. For now, he had her tasks to complete. He willed the bus along its journey home and he hurried his evening meal. Her cock was now permanently erect and covered in a silky coating of pre-cum, but it felt removed from him. He operated outside of his own base desires. She controlled him entirely. His inner submissive was now totally alive and operating within his all-consuming skin. The evening passed quickly and he ensured every hair around her cock, balls and arse was removed. He purred, inwardly as he looked down at his new smooth appearance. He hoped it would please her. -0- Waking earlier than necessary on the Friday morning, he remembered her reference to the butt plug. He had already placed this item in his hold-all and felt her cock and arse twitch during this action. Now he worked carefully, standing over the bath, douching his anal canal and cleansing himself for her. If she chose to violate him, he must be clean. As the flow of warm water filled him her cock dribbled, solid and primed before him. He thought he would release and summoned his last ounce of will to prevent it. He must wait! Having bathed again, ensuring he was spotlessly clean for her, he dressed and applied a splash of aftershave. Fiddling with his hair again, he finally decided to leave, having double-checked that all the items she requested were safely within his bag. Over the last sixteen hours he had dreamed constantly of his fate today, but knew that whatever his mind conjured would be nothing compared to what she would have in store for him. -0- He watched, embarrassment fading away from him, as the young woman walked off across the park. Traffic moved along the side of the park and he squinted in the cool winter sunshine. She was near. He sensed her. Her eyes were on him, he was sure of it. Suddenly, his phone rang from within his pocket. He hoped it was her. He looked at the face of his mobile and smiled at the name displayed. "Good morning, Goddess", he answered, smiling broadly. "Good morning, my slave", she purred in response. Her cock sprang forth, harder and more prominent than before and he recognised the sensation of his shorts being made damp by her permitting him presence in her world once again. "Turn left and make your way towards the Palace." She hung up. Spinning on his heels, he looked up to find her. She obviously knew where he was standing. She was watching him. He began to walk, his heart thumping in his throat as he moved, step-by-step, closer towards the royal residence. Finally, he was at the entrance to the park and walked through the skilfully crafted wrought iron gates. Now what should he do? He noted the pedestrian crossing with traffic lights and made his way towards them. She was still watching him. He could feel her eyes burning him still. Sumptuous submissive feelings welled through every fibre of his being and he could barely feel his feet touching the ground as he walked. Pressing the button at the crossing, he stopped, waiting for the flow of traffic to cease. "Don't turn round!" She spoke from behind him. "Keep walking!" As a black taxi pulled up at the lights he stepped forwards and felt her close behind him. He ached to turn and look at her, but knew he must not. His legs felt weak and uncontrollable. His head swam, the enormous rush from her presence sending him into a mental meltdown. A large number of tourists, intermingled with office workers on their lunch-breaks, pushed past him on the crossing and he hoped, with all his might that he would not lose her in the jostling crowd. Having reached the opposite side of the road he stopped just short of the boundary railings of the Palace. He did not turn around; sensing it was not allowed. He waited, fired by her; eager, willing and aching with desire for her. "Close your eyes, slave!" She whispered, closer than he expected. He closed his eyes and tried his best to stand perfectly still. Several passers-by knocked into him as he stood in their path but he remained in position. The proximity of her was now more difficult to judge. There were so many people around. She could disappear as easily as she had arrived. Inwardly, he screamed his adoration to her, wishing he could climb up onto the nearby monument and announce it to the world. "Victoria Station, platforms fifteen to nineteen -- go now!" He turned to look at her, his need overwhelming him, but she was gone. He scanned the hoards of people looking for her familiar height and stature but she was nowhere to be seen. Turning wildly, on the spot, he hunted and searched. No sign of her. Again, he was alone and felt a cold, deadened feeling hit the pit of his stomach. He must follow her instructions. Walking quickly now, he pushed against the oncoming people and weaved his way along the pavement. -0- He arrived at Victoria train station and made his way towards "Platform 15". He looked around for her but despite the concourse being relatively quiet he could not see her anywhere. "Beep" - the phone in his pocket announced the arrival of a new text message. He quickly checked the contents. BUY TRAIN TICKET, COFFEE w/SUGAR & A STANDARD He checked the information board and realised the train was yet to be announced. Making his way to the ticket machine, he purchased his ticket and made his way to a nearby kiosk to purchase the drink. He did not really want it. The tension in his stomach and the aching in her balls and cock were making him spin. Coffee now might make him sick. Last, he purchased the newspaper and made his way back to the same spot where he had waited before. The information board changed and displayed that the train would depart at 11:47 from Platform 16. He looked around, puzzled. Should he make his way onto that train? He only had five minutes. Knowing better than to pre-empt her, he froze on the spot, awaiting her instructions. A minute passed. His anxiety welled in him. If he did not move now he could miss the train. A second minute passed. He stood, more nervous now, his foot tapping nervously against the tiled floor. His palms damp with sweat. A third minute passed. He took his mobile phone out of his pocket and looked, pleadingly, at its face, begging it to ring or beep. Three and a half minutes. Now he was really panicking. She could leave without him. Did she intend to leave him behind? Frantically, he looked around for her. Dread filling every element of his being. "Beep" -- the phone shook in his hand. Almost dropping it he quickly read the message and started to run: SECOND CARRIAGE FROM THE FRONT... RUN! He scrabbled through the ticket barrier, almost knocking a fellow passenger off his feet. Her cock swelled before him as he lurched along the platform. How many carriages? He couldn't believe that this appeared to be the longest train he had ever seen. He had less than a minute to reach the correct carriage. Coffee sloshed inside the cup as he skidded to a halt just as the whistle was blown to announce the train was preparing to leave. The electronic doors were closing as he surged forwards and entered the compartment. He stood inside as the doors closed behind him. He knew she was watching him and also knew that she enjoyed toying with him in this wicked way. Then, as the train jolted away on its journey, his phone rang again. Without even checking the caller he clicked to accept, panting and struggling to compose his breathing. "Good boy!" She purred, sending electrical charges through him. He stood gasping and heaving as he searched the carriage for her. She was not present. "Take a seat," She instructed, "it's a long journey". He looked to his left and hoped to find a group of empty seats so he could sit and compose himself in relative privacy. Each section had someone in it. Looking to his right he found a section of six separate seats equally divided by a central table, an elderly lady sat in one corner against the window. That would have to do. He needed to sit down; his legs were shaking so much. As he did so, the phone went dead. She was gone again. Having placed the cardboard cup of coffee on the table, and the bag down beside him he sat back in the seat and sighed a deep sigh of relief. At least they were on the same train -- or at least he hoped. The grey-haired lady, opposite him, looked up from her novel and smiled sweetly. He smiled in return, but swooned in the knowledge of why he was here, sat on this train, hot, bothered and bedraggled. All at the request of her, his controller. Finally, he calmed down and settled into the journey. The newspaper sat before him, and he felt the urge to pick it up to read it. He must wait for her instructions. He was sure she would have more for him during this journey. He sat silently, comfortably cocooned within his own submission. After approximately ten minutes his phone beeped again. A new message had arrived. YOU ARE - - - - (6 down) Puzzled for a moment, he wondered what could be meant by this strange and cryptic message. Then he realised, smiled feeling foolish, that she was referring to the crossword in the newspaper. He turned the paper over and read the clue provided on the back page. 6 DOWN -- Gathering of trees His face contorted in confusion as he read the clue before him. "I am a gathering of trees?" He thought, quizzically. What could this mean? He removed a pen from his pocket and filled in the answers around the word he needed. "W space O space", he thought. WOOD. "I am wood?!" His mind simply could not fathom out the connection. He sat back in his seat for a moment and stared at the word on the page. What could she mean? "WOOD". He had no idea what she intended. His inner submission swathed over him as he sat back and instinctively closed his eyes. He was on a train, she was nearby watching him, his body ached with need for her, and she still had him guessing. A simple crossword. Her cock hardened before him and he shifted to hide his arousal in case the elderly lady happened to notice. As his eyes opened he looked in front of him and he realised that the coffee cup was now missing. He looked around quickly and wondered where it had gone. People had been moving around the train, but it had just pulled away from a new station. New passengers had joined the carriage. Someone had taken his coffee! His phone rang through the silence, making him jump in his seat. "My coffee is cold!" She scalded him, her tone firm and strong. "Ssssooorrrryyyy...." He stammered, unable to speak properly. "Close your eyes..." She instructed him. "Almost an hour to go". He sat back in his seat and closed his eyes again. This was more painful than he anticipated. He still had not seen her, yet she had surrounded him for the last two hours. He ached to feel her touch, smell her perfume, and sense her power over him. Closing his eyes just made the need develop in him more strongly. He would be a nervous wreck by the end of the journey. After a few moments the train pulled to a stop at Gatwick Airport and he sensed, without looking to see, the elderly lady leave her seat. Momentarily, he wondered where she was going. Meeting a friend, or perhaps jetting off to some exotic location. SMACK!!! He jumped out of his skin as something came crashing down on the table in front of him. He opened his eyes and saw a long black umbrella lying across the table. In the split second that it took his eyes to move inches upwards, his senses fired and told him she was here. He jumped to his feet and immediately bowed his head, in her presence, unable to kneel in this cramped and public place. As he smelled her perfume fill the air, her cock almost burst through his trousers, his legs shaking wildly below him, his breath catching in his throat. A groan in gratitude of her company escaped his aching body. She moved in close to him then; onlookers thinking she was about to kiss him. She did not. Instead she leaned into his ear, and obscuring his body from view within the carriage, she took a firm hold of her cock and balls from the outside of his suit. Hers Ch. 01 "Mmmmm... Good boy! Pleased to see me, are you?" Not waiting for a response, smiling as she sensed his tension, she moved away from him and sat in the seat opposite. "Sit down!" She demanded. He almost fell back into his seat and kept his head bowed, pointing downwards. His pulse raced now. He wanted to look at her. He must wait. His hands shook, as his palms sweated, by his sides and he felt himself totally consumed by a new, denser submission. His head swam with new sensations and his torso ached throughout. He wanted to drop to his knees. Flicking the umbrella across the separating table she opened the newspaper to one of the inner pages. She tapped the metal tip against the page. He looked down and saw that the metal point was directing him to a second crossword. "Six down!" She purred. He sat forwards, still not looking at her, and read the corresponding clue. 6 DOWN -- Land on this and coal can be found His frazzled mind could hardly focus. Again the umbrella tapped against the paper. "Focus!" She demanded. Her cock flexed as her balls squirmed in response to her voice. He knew she loved tormenting him this way and struggled to concentrate through the deep haze of his submission to her. His lips parted to allow him to speak. "Just write the word in the grid!" She stated. Taking his pen, his hands shaking, he poised the nib to mark the page. M.... I.....N....E... he wrote as a new swathe of her power flooded over him. "Good boy!" She praised him. "You are MINE!" Hers Ch. 02 Reading that simple four letter word, written in his own hand, now made him swoon with trepidation. He had only been in her company for a few moments, but, again, he felt a deep sense of submission, adoration and devotion for her. She owned him -- he knew it -- he felt it. "Look at me!" She directed him. Nervously, he raised his eyes, struggling to keep his head lowered as a sign of respect to her, and slowly he focussed on her face. She sat there before him like a vision of all that could ever possibly affect him. Her strong features, powerful eyes and smiling lips all stated her position of authority over him so effortlessly. She quizzed him with her eyes without moving. "Have you missed me?" She asked. His voice caught in his throat as he mustered a response. He wanted to blurt out his devotion to her, how much she had tormented him over the last three days, and how relieved he was to now be in her company. No words came. It was all he could do to nod politely in agreement. Then she caught his eyes more deeply. He felt her step into him as if she had opened a physical door and entered his soul. A swathe of renewed submission washed over him and she held him there. She appeared to be reassuring him, as if she was telling him everything was okay and that he was safe. Her calming affect over him was immense. His shaking began to wane and he started to relax a little. One constant remained, however. Her cock stood proud, hard and erect for her, as if trying to gain her attention once more, and leaked within his shorts. -0- The train continued on its journey and time soon passed. She broke eye contact with him, briefly, and looked out of the window to see which station they had just arrived at. Their destination was close now. She reached into her bag and removed a small package. Smiling, she slid the small black box across the table between them. "Your choice!" She purred, gesturing with her eyes towards the item before him. He looked at the parcel and wondered what could possibly lie within. Briefly looking at her and having received a look of reassurance he moved to open the package. Inside he discovered a fold of silver tissue paper. Again he looked up at her, unsure. She smiled softly and urged him onwards as the train continued along its route. Finally he peeled back the paper and uncovered the contents. Stunned, his mouth fell open as he gasped audibly. His eyes immediately rose to her, questioning this item. She merely smiled again and looked back towards the box, seemingly daring him onwards. He reached inside and tentatively removed the contents, feeling her ever powerful eyes watching his every move -- reading his responses and reactions to this precise moment. Dangling from his fingers emerged a length of silver ball-link chain. It felt heavy and expensive. As he raised the chain from the package he slowly revealed a delicately engraved dog tag. He felt a deep, yet unquantifiable, emotion flow inside him. He noted that the tag was also formed from solid silver and was imprinted on one side with a hallmark. He turned the slim rectangular pendant carefully between his fingers and discovered that the smooth face had been engraved in a stylish set of letters: Mine! His mind felt as if it would burst with a wild array of questions, emotions, and feelings. How on earth had she managed to arrange for this tag to be engraved to match the word in the crossword puzzle in such a short amount of time? Why was she presenting it to him on this train journey? Why now? His mind swam with confusion. Again he looked towards her for guidance, but again words failed him. Her cock flexed remotely within his trousers. He looked up again and pleaded with his eyes, silently asking for explanations and definitions. He felt and knew she would not answer him. Her statement was more than enough. She had made this item his choice. As ever, he must know his own mind, and progress of his own free will. The dog tag seemed to burn against his fingertips as if it was growing impatient by his hesitance. "Your choice." She broke the silence again; this time more gently and softly. At that moment, then, without hesitation, he unhooked the link clasp of the chain and looked up into her eyes. She had softened slightly and now as she looked back at him he thought he saw something different within her. He knew what he must do. One false move now and he could lose her forever. He had no idea if this was her intention, but he knew he must act on is gut instincts. With her eyes watching him, soft and supportive now, he raised his fumbling hands and closed the ends of the chain around his neck, lifting the tag to his lips to place a gentle kiss of acceptance upon it, while she held him in her eyes. Then, as if understanding her intention, he slipped the chain and pendant under the collar of his shirt and it was gone from view. He felt the tag slither downwards, cold against his skin and settle in place. He really did not know what to feel but he knew he had done the right thing. "Mmmmmm.... Thank you!" She purred as she, again, broke her gaze. With his head still partly bowed, now hazy and overwhelmed, he watched her stand and pick up her things. Following her lead he did the same and made his way behind her towards the door of the train. He had no idea where they were, or where they were going, all he knew was that he must follow her. -0- The train screeched to a halt at a quiet station and she stepped down onto the platform. As his body quaked he followed behind her, head bowed despite knowing she was looking away from him. Apparently knowing her way she continued along the platform and out through a side exit. He realised he was totally unaware of his surroundings and then realised they had stepped out into a large car park. A handful of shoppers and commuters milled around seemingly oblivious to their presence. She stopped a few yards away and reached into her bag for a cigarette. She waited for him to join her by her side before raising the white stick to her lips. Without looking at him she pointed a lighter in his direction. "Light me!" She demanded; her softness now apparently dispersed. He took the item and flicked it to life, cupping the flame in his hands. She moved closer and made eye contact with him again. Then, wickedly, she removed the cigarette from between her lips and instead blew out the flame. Her lips coiled into a deliciously curled smile. Again he flicked the wheel of the lighter and cupped the flickering flame between his palms. This time she utilised it and inhaled deeply. He lowered his head again but caught a glimpse of the curl of smoke escaping from her lips as she exhaled. Instantly her cock flexed in response. As he stood, waiting for he knew not what, he again noted and realised that she controlled him, he adored her, and he needed her. Deep desires for continued submission ran through every fibre of his being. He stood by her side, waiting patiently for her next move. She continued to smoke and at one point briefly looked at her watch. Upon finishing her cigarette she flicked it down onto the pavement in front of him. "Put it out!" She instructed him. Startled by her words, he instantly moved forwards and stepped on the butt to extinguish the smouldering tobacco within. He revelled in the knowledge that even her simplest demands made him feel so submissive for her. She had once told him that the little things had the greatest affects and now he was starting to realise the power of that statement and its connotations. "Now pick up the butt and put it in the bin!" She purred, smiling, wickedly. He looked up at her, uncertain of her request. As their eyes met he realised he was not mistaken and that she was entirely serious. She intended for him to pick up her rubbish and dispose of it. Leaning down in front of her only served to enflame his submission further still. He picked up the spent cigarette, now sodden from the wetness on the ground, and moved towards the litter bin behind him. "Not there!" She scowled, and pointed towards another bin further away. Her cock flexed again, as he realised she was belittling him. If anyone were observing the pair of them they would certainly wonder what was actually happening between these two individuals. He stepped away towards the more distant bin and felt her eyes watching him as he walked. He tried to walk upright and proud as a sign to her that he was accepting of this menial task. His mind raced, knowing he was doing her bidding, following her instructions, and fulfilling her desires, but now, in her company he felt so more alive. She warmed him like no other. In the few steps away from her he wondered what the coming hours or perhaps even days would hold in store for him, but he did not really care. He was with her now, and that was all that mattered to him. As he turned back towards her he realised she had moved away from where she had been standing, and was now making her way towards a waiting taxi. His pace quickened to catch up with her as she stopped by the side of the vehicle. By the time he reached her side he was practically running. "Open the door!" She ordered him, under her breath. He stepped forwards and opened the door for her. Without a second glance she climbed inside and pulled the door shut behind her. He was stunned. His heart shot up into his throat. Was she going to leave without him? He had no idea where he was and felt a sudden sense of panic flow over him. He expected the taxi to move away as he stood for a moment looking in through the window at her. Instead she raised her hand and crooked her finger gesturing for him to join her inside. Hurrying he moved to the other side of the car and got in behind the driver, pressing his bag down onto the floor by his feet. "Crossways, please driver." She instructed. The taxi edged away from the station and he felt a sense of anticipation as to their unknown destination. He had no idea where she was taking him or what lay ahead but he was more relieved to be sat beside her now. He revelled in these new feelings and sensations which continually flowed through his body, mind and soul. He was happier now than he had been in years. As if reading his mind, she moved her hand gently across the space between them and caressed the side of his thigh with her finger tips. Electric charges flamed through him as her touch turned into a delicate stroke. Her balls squirmed inside his shorts as his breathing shortened and his palms became clammy again. She gently grazed her finger nails over the fabric of his trousers and felt him shudder slightly. She purred softly beside him and he wondered if the driver had noticed her touches or her subtle noise. Then, she simply patted his thigh and pulled her hand away from him. A new ache welled throughout his entire body. He didn't want her touch to stop. He wanted to feel her warmth and attention constantly, but knew his own needs were now secondary. Only her own desires would be important now. He noticed the clock glowing from the dashboard of the taxi and was surprised to realise that it was 13:30 already. Time had passed so quickly. His mind was no longer able to focus normally and he felt like a puppet to her every whim. -0- The taxi travelled along roads he had never travelled before and he noted the village melt away into the countryside. He had no idea how long their journey may take but it did not matter. She had total control now. He had no idea where they were. The names on the road signs meant nothing to him and he had no desire to make sense of them. After a few minutes the taxi turned up towards a large white building. It looked like a country house. Gravel crunched under the tyres of the vehicle as it crept slowly towards the entrance. Eventually they came to a halt outside a large dark blue door. She coughed and gestured towards her door. Scrambling quickly out of the taxi he moved around to her door and opened it for her. She unfolded herself and stood in front of him, catching his gaze in her own once more. Another simple gesture of her dominance passed between them as she apparently read his thoughts. "Pay the driver!" She instructed him while moving away towards the blue door. He bent down to look in through the passenger window towards the driver, holding his wallet in his hand. He parted with a minimal amount of cash as the driver thanked him, winked, and then drove away. He turned to see her waiting by the door. She had already started another cigarette and blew smoke up into the crisp air, apparently impatient and fidgeting. He moved towards her and moved as if onwards towards the door. She stopped him, then, by placing a hand gently on his arm. Instantly, her cock flexed in response to her touch and intimacy. He turned to face her, his throat dry, his heart beating fast. "Try to relax now, my pet." She smiled. Again, despite her ever straining cock, he felt a sense of ease well within him. He knew his place, and wanted to be here. Whatever she had in store for him would be amazing, he knew that. She was right -- he must relax. "The door?" She gestured, more sternly. Stepping forwards he opened the door and the lobby of a cosy, warm hotel opened before him. He moved backwards and allowed her to step in ahead of him. She sauntered in ahead of him, her perfume catching his nostrils as she passed by so close. Again, his breath caught in his throat. Clearly knowing her surroundings she moved towards the reception desk and rang the bell on the counter. Within seconds a man appeared and greeted them both. As she stood and confirmed that she had, indeed, made a booking already her hand slipped into his below the view of the desk. He thought he was going to melt on the spot. Her words to the concierge were so calm and unaffected, yet she managed to toy with his hand beside her. Her fingertips stroked his palm as she reserved a private table for lunch and confirmed that she would like a paper in the morning. He reeled on the spot as she played with his hand until suddenly something snapped him back into focus. "Yes, your bags have been placed in your room already, Ma'am". So, he realised, she had pre-planned this location more than he had initially realised. Not only had she made a reservation in advance but somehow she had arranged for her bags to be waiting for her. Still holding onto his hand she picked up the room key from the counter, thanked the concierge for his assistance, and led him away along the warmly lit corridor. He suddenly felt a deep sense of intrigue. He had many questions to ask her, but knew that the only thing that really mattered, now, was the fact that they were together. Finally, she stopped in front of a door and handed him the key. He was to open the door for her, he realised. He inhaled a deep breath as the key slid into the slot. He believed he knew that once they crossed over the threshold of this room she would fully assert herself over him. He suddenly wanted to have a strong drink. His legs were practically numb, his pulse rate sky high. This was the moment he had been waiting for, and now she had given him the key he knew it was his choice to make. He must enter this room of his own free will. Slowly, his hands sweaty and shaking, he turned the key and the door clicked open before him. Hers Ch. 03 She strode ahead of him into the large, spacious and sumptuous room and made her way towards two chairs positioned a distance apart from each other. His pulse raced, his breathing faltered and short, a flush of warmth swathed over his entire body. "My chair!" She claimed, placing her hand on the back of one of the seats. "Your chair!" She stated, pointing towards the other. He nodded in acceptance and stood still in the centre of the room, his mind a maelstrom of chaotic thoughts and submissive feelings. Her cock danced inside his trousers as his legs shook below him. Still leaning on the back of her chair she eyed him deeply. "There is some wine behind you -- pour me a glass!" He turned away from her and found a chilled bottle of her favourite wine, but only one glass, on a nearby sideboard. He poured her half a glass and moved towards her. She reached out and took the glass from him without a word. Flicking her fingers she pushed him, with invisible force, away from her, back towards the centre of the room. "You WILL kneel before me!" She demanded, having sipped her drink. Instantly that her words hit his ears and his brain processed the information he crumbled to his knees and immediately bowed his head. Her cock sprang forwards as he presented his hips towards her. The palms of his hands were sodden with sweat as they sat resting like lead weights upon his thighs. He could feel her near him. Tingles of anticipation, excitement and trepidation filled his entire being. His mind swam with pure submission, more so now that he was kneeling in his rightful place in her inspiring presence -- something he had been aching to do all day. She moved around the chair and sat down. She was out of his line of sight now but he knew she was looking at him, smiling even, knowing she had him exactly where she needed him to be. As she had wanted all along he was submissive, through and through. "Light me!" She barked. His mind faltered for a moment. What did she mean? He struggled to focus then realised that she wanted to smoke and he had to light her cigarette for her. Knowing his status before her now he shuffled on his hands and knees closer towards her. When he had crawled to within two feet of her seated position she put out her hand and halted him. That was clearly quite close enough. He rummaged in his pocket and located the lighter from earlier. Clicking the flame to life he held it up to her and momentarily caught a glimpse of the fire in her eyes as she breathed in. As his eyes lowered they caught a glimpse of her perfectly painted lips. He swooned again. Her lips curled in a knowing smile. He sighed instantly and felt her cock flex ahead of him again. She seemed to sense his response to her and purred softly while exhaling a smoky breath. He allowed a minute groan to escape, a subtle noise that seemed to escape from deep within his soul. "Present to me!" She demanded. Straight away, he knelt bolt upright and pushed his hips in her direction so that her cock lurched forwards. This manoeuvre always made him feel light-headed and now was no exception. His balance seemed off-centre and he felt he might faint. He was so thirsty. If only she would let him have a sip of her wine. He continued swallowing, trying to lubricate his throat, but kneeling with his head tightly bowed made it almost impossible. "Look at me!" She directed him now. Slowly and anxiously he raised his eyes to look at her. He expected her to be looking at him, but as if she had anticipated his deep vulnerability she sat scrutinising her fingernails and her eyes were, for once, not focussed on him. Finally, despite the amount of time already in her company today, he allowed himself to really see her. She sat before him in the large chair with her legs folded in front of her. She was dressed all in black, as was quite usual for her, and he took sight of the tight black trousers and exquisite knee-length black boots which adorned her long, powerful legs. He noted as her raised right foot bobbed before him that the boots had a deliciously high and pointed heel. The boots were wonderful and suited her beautifully. She had slipped off her black coat and now revealed a tight fitting turtle neck sweater which hugged her breasts wonderfully. As she sat there ignoring him, knowing he was deeply observing her, she smiled again. Another powerful and knowing smile. He groaned, audibly again, feeling eternally grateful that he belonged to this woman. He also realised that her nails had been painted to match her lipstick and he wondered why he had not noticed them on the train. Then he recalled that she had been wearing black leather gloves during the day and had now obviously removed them. He recognised then, at that moment, that while he was deeply under her influence he was clearly oblivious to all minor elements. It was clear that at times she was able to pin point his focus entirely on whatever she intended. He groaned again, in recognition of her immense influence over him. "Unveil my cock!" She gestured, pointing with a red nailed finger towards his groin. Immediately, he unzipped his suit trousers and allowed them to drop to the floor around his knees. His shorts beneath were soaked with pre-cum, such had been her affect on him since he put them on this morning. She smiled as she noted the large dark wet patch in the crotch of his shorts. She flicked her foot towards him, impatiently. He knew he must drop his shorts too. Taking another long drag on her cigarette before disposing of it in a nearby ashtray she then leaned forwards, her elbows now resting on her parted knees. She knew how much he found this pose intimidating yet alluring and it also placed her closer to him. His hands fumbled at the waistband of his shorts and it caught her cock as he pulled them down his thighs. She smiled and purred while watching her cock bounce, then focussed as she realised there was a long strand of pre-cum attached between the tip of her cock and the now, lowered, waist of his shorts. "What's this?!" She quizzed him, reaching and pointing to her target. Without waiting for his reply she hooked up the silken thread and adeptly arranged it around the tip of her finger. He watched her intently as she raised her finger to her own face, and he wondered if she would consume his secretion. She scanned her fingertip and smiled, naughtily, twisting and then turned her hand in front of him. He felt the ache shoot through his body. She was taunting him, and he adored her for it. Her cock spasmed and flexed involuntarily as a swathe of need flooded through him. Then, reaching forwards, she ran her fingertip quite roughly over his lips, smearing the gooey liquid over them. She giggled softly then sat back again in her chair, and re-crossed her legs. "Present my cock, slave!" She demanded. He strained forwards at those words and flexed her cock in front of him. For months she had trained him how to push upwards and outwards through her cock to make it stand hard and true, just for her. Focussing on the effort it took he pushed forwards as another glob of slithering wet liquid oozed from the tip. Again, his balance faltered and he felt like he would keel over. He felt so vulnerable to her now. Here he sat, entirely submissive before her, stripped from the waist to his knees as her cock bobbed to her dance before him. Her cock felt detached from him, as if she had mesmerised or cast a spell over it. His stomach lurched and turned as he watched her foot swaying before him. She was clearly in no rush today. He would have to be very patient indeed. That thought brought a new and deeper ache within him. He so wanted to be totally naked before her, serving her, pleasing her, carrying out her demands and wishes, but he quickly realised that today would be a very long day indeed. -0- Elsewhere, in the kitchen of the hotel, the chef was creating the luncheon as per her detailed specifications and a private meeting room had been dressed for the occasion. A single table had been set for two and had been adorned as per her requirements. -0- "You must be hungry and thirsty?" She asked him. He nodded although he was more thirsty than hungry. The thought of food hitting his stomach right now made him feel sick as it was. He had no idea how long she had him kneeling before her, but guessed that it must have been at least half an hour. She flexed her foot before him and allowed the pointed toe of her boot to graze past the underside of his heavy and swollen balls. He groaned instantly as they squirmed and twisted at her touch. Pulses shot up through her cock and along his spine until he thought he would fall backwards. His eyes fell closed as her toe moved downwards between his thighs caressing him. "Mmmmm... Good boy!" She stated. "Let's go eat!" She rose quickly from her seat and gestured with her hand that he should cover her cock. He reached down and swimming in deep surrender he re-dressed himself. She stood by his side and then clicked her fingers. He understood this signal, from previous training. He was to follow her to the door on his hands and knees. Submission flowed over him once more, so content was he to be following her direction. At the doorway she clicked her fingers again and he clambered to his feet. His head spun with a deep feeling and he shook it slightly hoping to find a little focus before they crossed out into the rest of the hotel. She walked ahead of him, taking long powerful strides. Again, seemingly knowing her destination, she turned one corner and then another before finally passing between a set of double doors. Inside were two further doors. She stepped towards one which was slightly ajar and stopped just before it. "Now... you will do exactly as you are told!" She informed him. It was all he could do but to nod again. She had him metaphorically in the palm of her hand now. There was no going back. No returning to normality. He simply belonged to her. The recognition of this was amazing and he felt a new glow of pride. "Ladies first!" She exclaimed, waiting for him to open the door. He stepped forwards and hooked the door open. As he looked inside he could see a single table covered in a white table cloth in the centre of the room. At the opposite end was an adjoining doorway, which he presumed led to the kitchen. She made her way towards the table and stood beside the chair which faced the adjoining door. As soon as she arrived at the table a small Mediterranean waiter appeared through the far doorway. "Good day, Ma'am." The waiter greeted her with a thick accent. She nodded towards the waiter, almost nonchalantly, and waited for him to seat them at the table. Her slave felt slightly uneasy to be sat with his back to the adjoining door and shuffled slightly in his seat. "Wine, Ma'am?" The waiter asked, pointing a bottle towards her. She simply tapped her fingers on the table and then shooed the man away. Once they were alone again, she then gestured towards the bottle on the table. He was feeling calmer now, they were in more familiar surroundings and he felt he could relax a little while they ate lunch. He wondered if perhaps they might even chat casually. Lifting the bottle and filling her glass he momentarily forgot his place and moved the bottle towards his own glass. "NO!" She snapped. "You will have water!" Her words were so sharp and piercing that he almost dropped the wine bottle. She had not been so harsh with him, in a long time, and instantly he sat in his seat and bowed his head in respect, feeling chided. "For that, you will now kneel throughout our lunch!" Frightened suddenly his eyes flashed up towards her, but she refused to make contact with him. He knew if he dared to question her decision he could be sent home instantly. Which was the lesser of the two evils in his mind now? Should he kneel throughout lunch and face embarrassment in the view of others or should he refuse and risk being rejected for the foreseeable future? He decided that kneeling was, by far, the safest option. He was just moving his chair away from the table as the waiter returned. A deep sense of dread filled him that she would make him kneel at the table in sight of an outsider and that it was something she had never made him do before. The dread was soon overwhelmed by his inner need to serve her wholeheartedly as she caught his eye and invisibly pulled him to his knees regardless. Quite amazingly the waiter did not flinch or react. He simple busied himself around the table and delivered two covered plates of food. She had obviously pre-ordered for both of them and knew her slave would not quibble. The waiter was soon gone and she leaned forwards across the table looking down at her pet. She removed the dome which covered her own dish and he noted the delicious meal that sat before her. She had chosen wisely and the chef had clearly worked hard to her specifications. She looked down at her plate and smiled at the vegetables and chicken breast slices which had been so carefully prepared and arranged with a rich looking sauce. Next, she leant forwards and removed the dome from the plate in front of him. He was shocked instantly. She had ordered soup for him. He was certain he would spill it down himself; his hands were shaking so badly. Then he scoured the table and realised that there was no spoon present. Spoons were becoming the bane of his life! She smiled, wickedly, across the table at him, picked up a baby sweet corn with her fingers and took a bite from the end of the yellow vegetable. He sat there before her, stunned and perplexed. Swoons flowed through him. There would be no rest for him all the time he was in her presence -- he sensed that much. She would toy with him constantly and he would become a source of her amusement as well as her source of pleasure. Or, ironically, so he hoped. The only items of cutlery on his side of the table were a knife and a fork -- totally useless for the consuming of soup. He was pained and embarrassed. What should he do? He felt he should try to eat something as he had no idea of her plans for him. Instead he poured himself a glass of water and sipped on it quietly while she devoured her feast before him. He wanted to protest but knew it was pointless. He must wait for her direction and guidance. He sat contemplating his position and the connection between them while she continued to eat, apparently oblivious to his presence. He ached more knowing that she had made so many arrangements before they had met today. She was forward thinking, shrewd and organised. He mused about what else she could have arranged in advance. Her cock stirred constantly before him, almost becoming a nuisance, or would have done if it didn't serve as a constant reminder of her total power over him. Just as she was finishing her meal she sat back and looked in his direction, clearly thinking and focussing on him, while dabbing the corner of her mouth with her napkin. "I think you need this!" She purred, offering him something across the table. The offering; a spoon; did not match the cutlery on the table and instead had a deep round bowl and long thin handle. It looked old and he wondered where it had come from. Gladly he utilised the item and, although finding it difficult to consume the soup while balanced on his knees, he managed to get through most of it without spilling any down himself or the tablecloth. He was surprised to feel the soup warming him inside and was glad that his stomach accepted the food without complaint. He had never had to kneel at a table before, although many times in the past in her company he had ached to do so. She had made this happen and he felt forever thankful for it. His mind still swam with indeterminable thoughts and feelings. All he knew was that he just had to be submissive, he had to serve her, he had to give himself to her, and he had to belong to her. As soon as she had finished her meal she rose from the table and clicked her fingers once more. Instinctively, he began to move away from the table to follow after her on his hands and knees. "Bring the spoon with you, my pet!" She instructed. Standing by the door she waited for him to catch up with her. As he reached her side she raised her hand and allowed him back to his feet before entering the main body of the hotel. As soon as he was standing she walked ahead of him, striding along the corridor and back towards the suite from where they had originally started. Hers Ch. 04 She entered the room ahead of him and poured a new glass of wine. As he made his way into the room she stopped him just inside the doorway by raising her hand and then she pointed down towards the floor with a subtle flick of her finger. Spontaneously, he was kneeling before her again. His pulse quickened and he felt the now, more familiar yet very welcome, flow of rewarding submission course through his veins. She remained in front of him, holding the glass in her hand. Gently, she edged closer still. He remained before her, frozen on the spot; his head bowed as was now commonplace. Reaching out softly she then stroked her fingertips along the side of his face and purred. He thought he would explode with her touch; it was so sensual and seductive. Again he groaned aloud; desire and a new need to please her welling deeply within him. She stepped away from him and sat down in 'her' chair. She then clicked her fingers in a request for him to join her and he had to shuffle on this hands and knees to reach her side. She appeared deep in thought for a while and he presumed she was carefully contemplating her next move. He had not really had the time to consider what his position here might involve and the dawning possibilities filled him instinctively with deep joy and hope as well as dread and uncertainty. He always appreciated that she had the capability of turning on him at any moment she chose and his biggest challenge had been in learning to trust her over some considerable time. His developing and growing faith in her only served to deepen his adoration and devotion. He now wondered that if she were to treat him to such great delights now, whether he would have the strength or inclination to leave her when she was finished with him. A moment of silence passed between them. Brought back to focus by her gently shifting position he realised she was closing in on him. Instantly he re-focussed. Again she reached out and stroked his face gently. Her eyes were softer as they made contact with his, but still he felt her ever-powerful dominance engulf him. It didn't matter to him how much she softened he knew she would always command him. Such was her power, aura, and control. Gently she leaned in and placed the gentle graze of a soft kiss against his lips. Instantly his eyes closed as he felt the sensual touch of her mouth against his. He ached to kiss her back but knew she was telling him something in her actions and thus he refrained. Her cock jumped to life, from its semi-erect slumber and flexed before him proud and harder than before. His balls squirmed and pulsed. He wondered, in that split second, how it was possible for such a simple kiss to affect him with such intensity. The thought drove him down into submission further and he sensed the new, intensified, ache to serve her increasing. "Strip for me." She asked him, almost politely, as she leaned back into her chair. He uncurled and stood in front of her now, uneasy to be taller than her seated position, but she appeared totally un-phased. Slowly, he kicked off his shoes and removed his socks. Tingles of excitement and nervous tension flowed through him. She had trained him previously to follow the same routine each time he undressed before her. As taught he removed his jacket and tie, then his shirt and trousers, until only his shorts remained. He peeled these away from his body and then unhooked his watch and removed his glasses. He acknowledged her earlier statement that the spare chair was for his use and set his neatly folded clothing on the seat, placing the last, more delicate items on top. He knew that it was most unlikely that she would allow him to sit upon the chair at all. Adrenaline pumped through his body as he realised he was now entirely naked in her presence. With a deep sigh and slight groan he swallowed and accepted his submissive position in her company. Slowly, and with respect, he lowered his position, gently, and kneeled before her, hips positioned forwards, presenting her cock for her inspection. Again, she had exhibited a simple yet total control of him and he adored her for it. The only item which remained about his person now was the chain and dog tag she had given him on the train. He was surprised now he had already become accustomed to the feel of her gift against his skin. He knew it was symbolic and felt he would never want to take it off. She would forbid its removal anyway. She smiled at him as she blew away another puff of smoke while lounging back in the chair. She looked so regal sat there as he lowered his head and felt in awe of her. This powerful yet understanding creature held the key to his happiness and inner completion and he felt whole and content to be here with her now. She unfolded her legs and re-crossed them so that one elegantly clad foot bobbed directly in front of him again. He was kneeling in front of her comfortably now, his buttocks resting back against his heels; his spine relaxed and slightly arched. "Present!" She demanded, pointing her toe out in front of her. He knelt up, to attention, immediately and flexed forwards through her cock again. His shoulders fell backwards until his back was straight and his buttocks clenched as he strained his hips forwards in her direction. She smiled, apparently pleased with her pet. "Do you like my new boots?" She asked, again teasing his balls with her toe. He nodded again, the ever-present dryness returning to his throat. He could feel a film of sweat developing on his brow. If he was very lucky and well behaved she might just allow him to worship her. His whole body ached with deep desire to do so. As if reading his mind she moved her foot until the sole of her boot was pressing her cock backwards against his stomach. "Gorgeous, aren't they!" She stated, not requiring a response. A new deeper groan escaped from him now, as if the tension inside him had found a way out and was venting itself through his vocal chords. She read his response and stood up in front of him. Still smoking, her right hand crooked up towards her mouth, her left hand resting casually against her hip. Her presence was magnificent. Her long legs stretched out in front of him, still encased in the deliciously fitted trousers. She stood with her feet slightly apart, in a clearly dominant stance. He could feel her eyes burning down on him and waited the seemingly endless moment it would take for her command. Everything burned now, his hands, knees, eyes, face, cock and balls. His stomach churned and coiled with desire. The moment he had been waiting so long to experience was about to be given by her. "Your time has come, my pet!" She purred. "Worship my boots!" He thought he would burst with gratitude as he fell forwards onto his forearms beside her beautiful boots. His hands reached forwards tentatively around the boot of her right foot which she had moved towards him. He lowered his face towards the new supple leather and began to pant with a deep submissive joy as he felt her gaze down upon him from above. Gently, he placed a devoted kiss upon the upper side of her right boot and then moved across to her left. As he bent forwards to place the next kiss against the leather he felt her hand reach over him and gently stroke his back. "Mmmmm... Good boy!" She cooed. His head swam in the chaos of his feelings. Deep submissive desires whirled throughout his being and consumed him with an ever-growing admiration and devotion for her. Goosebumps rose from his back at her touch and his hips moved slightly in unison with her strokes. "Now... Lay down!" She instructed him, firmly but with an ease to her voice. He moved his knees from under him and sprawled his body out lengthways onto the soft carpet below him. Her hard cock felt uncomfortable beneath him and his weight pressed down against it. He eventually decided to place his arms flat against his sides and to turn his face to the left. A new shot of submission bolted through his body. He could almost picture his position as viewed by her from above. It made him feel small and weak, yet he appreciated that it would make her feel so strong and powerful. He sighed again, his ribs aching as the deep breath escaped from him. "Close your eyes!" She demanded, while reaching to stub out her cigarette nearby. He allowed his eyelids to fall shut and another wave of deep desire filled submission swathed over and through him. She moved around him and he sensed she was walking slowly in a large circle. Her gaze touched his skin as she moved almost silently. She had focussed on his buttocks and he flinched accordingly. Onward she paced until she had completed a full circle around him. His position was being confirmed by her movements; he was submissive -- to her and for her. "Turn over!" She instructed him, her feet now inches away from his head again. Concentrating, in order to change his position as seamlessly as possible he twisted his body until he was finally positioned on his back. Her cock strained freely now, presenting itself to her, for her inspection. He could almost feel her smile as he breathed carefully, swooning within the cocoon he felt wrapped invisibly around him. She began to move around him again; this time in an anti-clockwise direction. She stopped inches away from his hips and remained stationary for a moment. It felt as if her eyes were somehow physically touching his skin with a direct ray of concentrated intent. His entire body felt alive as sparkles of electricity flashed throughout. Next she moved onwards, down past his legs until she was standing directly in line with his feet. Carefully she slid the toe of her right boot between his closed ankles and used her weight to part his legs. New vulnerability swathed over him. His left leg was being moved aside and he focussed to ensure that his knee did not bend. She stepped forward into the void between his calves and then moved her left foot against his right leg. Again, his leg moved against the carpet until he was finally splayed out beneath her; open and exposed. Watchfully she moved within the space until her feet finally rested just above the line of his knees. The sides of her boots glanced against his thighs which made her cock flex in response. "Open your eyes now, my pet." She requested; a notable contentment in her voice. Slowly he allowed his eyelids to open. Immediately he was able to behold the vision of her towering above him. She seemed so much taller, stronger and majestically powerful as she slowly turned to look down at him. His pulse rate quickened as she held him in this moment. His mind raced as he contemplated his fate from below her. She looked into his eyes for a moment, seemingly reading his thoughts; perhaps even assessing his level of submission. He felt his face flush and glow. He wanted to smile for her but knew he could not move, not even in such a simple way. Her eyes began to descend along his body, tracing another imaginary line over his skin. He watched her face as she observed him. She was clearly registering every part of him, each hair, each mole, each mark, and each blemish. As her eyes moved her neck relaxed and he watched her stoop slightly to look down across his stomach to his pelvis. Her movement stopped. "It is pleasing to see you so naked!" She purred, the wry smile returning to her lips. He felt her inspect her cock and balls; his newly smooth skin fully on display to her observation. She purred again, tilting her head to one side then placing her hands on her hips she raised her right foot above him. He braced himself for some kind of forceful impact but it did not occur. Instead the sole of her boot came down gently over her cock and balls, making contact and applying pressure but in such a way that he felt no pain. Her smile became more focussed. Flexing her ankle she moved her cock under her careful touch. His eyes rolled closed again, in an involuntary response as he gasped for air. Despite the boots she felt him responding to her indirect touch and rolled her ankle again; toying with him. He could feel her cock pulsing and the movement within her balls. He sensed a distinct movement deep within and knew that pre-cum was now oozing out of him, for her. As if she could read his mind and physical responses she raised her foot to his thigh and scraped the soul over his skin. He had, indeed, leaked onto her boot and he felt the slimy secretion sticking to the hairs on his thigh as she cleaned it off. Leaving him exposed, open and vulnerable on the floor she moved away from him. He could hear her moving around and heard a zip being unfastened. He did not dare to look over in her direction but remained totally motionless in the position she had placed him. Next he could hear a heavier movement and instinctively sensed that she was moving her chair across the carpet. The movement stopped. Next there was a clinking sound as she had perhaps placed something down on the glass-topped side table. Finally he heard the familiar creak of the leather in the seat of the chair. She had sat down again. "Come here... on your knees!" She demanded; a new focus in her tone. He scrambled up onto his hands and knees and struggled against the ache that welled deep inside her balls and in the pit of his own stomach. With his head lowered, his chin almost touching his chest, he crept over to join her. She stopped him in front of her and lifted the dog tag which was now dangling from the chain around his neck. She purred momentarily as she held the pendant between her fingers then released it so that it swung back against his skin. A tiny shudder passed through him. He could only hope that she was pleased with her possession. "Now, on all fours, turn round and present your arse to me!" She ordered. Instantaneously, he turned and leaned forward onto his hands, parting his knees slightly in order to display his arse to her. "Mmmmm....Good boy!" His head fell forwards as he swooned at her approval. He knew she was looking closely as his balls which now dangled down between his legs; he could sense her warmth on them. She reached forwards and stroked his left buttock and, without realising, he moved back onto her touch. Next, both of her hands were stroking both of his buttocks and hips. He could feel his pelvis moving slightly with her movements. Deep sighs escaped him as anticipation welled deep inside him like a vessel boiling over. "Just relax my slut!" Her words only served to contradict her request. He could feel his anus tingling, a new hunger sweeping over his body and consuming his mind. He thought she would make him worship her initially, as she had done so in the past, but now he sensed he was about to experience something very different indeed.