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Surrender

By: Surrenders2you



It was not the first time they had met, but this time was different. Their relationship, at least sexually, had become more defined over the past months, with her having expressed an interest in exploring domination/submission. She had been surprised by his knowledge of the subject, the first time she had brought it up. How could he know so much about it, yet she had never had a clue? He was always full of surprises...it was one of the things she loved about him; one of many.

The plane ride had been nerve-racking. She was not fond of flying in the first place, and he had added to her tension by asking only one thing of her: that she remove her panties for him, midflight, without going to the restroom. Damn him! She had worn a skirt, as he knew she would, so that had made it easier at least. But she did not know she would be sitting next to an incredibly good looking man, probably mid fifties. Luckily, he had been occupied with something on his laptop, and she did not think he even saw her take the panties off...until she glanced over at him, while stuffing her panties in her bag, and saw him struggling to balance the laptop on top of a huge bulge in his pants. Oh god! How embarrassing! But she told herself that it was not the panties, but something he had read on his laptop that had inspired such an erection. She could not wait to get off that plane!

And now here she was at the airport, pantiless and dripping, anxious to see him again. She picked up her bags, and flagged a cab to her hotel. She could feel her bare skin touching the fake leather in the cab's back seat, and hoped she would not leave a tell-tale sign of her wetness. When she checked in at the hotel, there was already a message waiting for her. 

She was not to shower, and was to meet him in the lobby at noon, barely a half hour from now. She hurried to her room, quickly putting her things away, brushed her teeth, freshened her makeup and brushed her hair. She glanced in the mirror briefly, before closing the door behind her. She stepped onto the elevator and took it down to the lobby. As soon as the doors opened, she saw him there, waiting for her. God - what a sight! He was so gorgeous! They spotted each other at the same time, and each began to move toward the other, until they met somewhere in the middle. 

Wordlessly, they embraced, and taking her face in his hands, he kissed her deeply. Without breaking the kiss, he took one hand from her face, and very quickly plunged a very large finger inside of her wetness. He could feel her try to pull away, but he held her tightly, bringing his finger to her mouth, pushing it inside for her to taste. With his finger still in her mouth, he kissed her again, sharing the taste of her. He put his lips next to her ear and whispered, "good girl."

She was shaking. She had never been so aroused in all her life. And she had not expected this at all. He was usually so tentative with her, so much a gentleman. But she had seen glimpses of this side of him...she knew he had it in him, and she was loving it. 

They were on his turf now. He knew the city like the back of his own hand, and he wanted to show it all to her. Today they would start with the Guggenheim. They walked down the sidewalk, hand in hand, happy for the time together. When they got to the museum, he said he would like to begin at the top, and work their way down. They stood near the elevators, with a small group of others, waiting for it to take them up. The doors opened, and they followed the others inside, still hand in hand. It was quiet - one of those rides where no one says anything, but the silence itself is loud. 

He leaned close to her and in a hushed voice, but above a whisper, said, "Give me your panties, pet." She stiffened, feeling the eyes of the other passengers burning into her, watching her, trying desperately to mask their own reactions of surprise and shock. She could feel her face turn beet red. She looked at him, her own shock evident in her expression. In a flash, her shock turned to a pleading look of sorts, begging him not to do this to her. "Come now, pet, don't make me ask you again." He was serious! Oh god! For a moment, it occurred to her to defy him. There was no way she was handing him her panties in front of a bunch of people she didn't know! He gave her hand a squeeze and she saw in his eyes, that he was indeed serious. No trace of the shy, tentative man she had come to know (or thought she knew).

She could feel her body respond to his command; nipples tightening, pussy dripping. With trembling hands, she reached into her bag and wadding the panties up in her palm as if trying to hide them, she withdrew them and handed them to him. With a bit of a smirk, he shook the panties free from the ball they were in, and brought them to his face, inhaling deeply, and letting out a low little groan as he exhaled. Unceremoniously, he tucked them into his top pocket as he would a handkerchief, leaving a tiny bit of the pink lace edge visible.

She could have died from embarrassment. She made eye contact with no one, pretending to herself that nothing unusual had taken place. As the elevator came to a stop, she glanced at him, and he winked at her, clearly pleased with himself. He was loving this! They stepped off ahead of the others, and just as relief was beginning to wash over her, he grabbed her and shoved her against the wall just outside the elevator. He gathered both of her hands with one of his own, and held them high over her head, pinning her to the wall with his own body, and kissing her ferociously. 

Her immediate instinct was to fight him off, particularly with others around (and staring!), but she was so turned on by what he was doing to her, that she began to respond to him, not caring where they were, or who was looking. She was pressing against his hard cock, almost humping him, to the extent that she was able, and felt she would cum any moment. Sensing this, he pulled away abruptly, leaving her standing there, panting with excitement, and absolutely dripping. She let out a little sound, under her breath - frustration at being taken almost all the way there, and then denied. The bastard!

She caught up with him, giving him an elbow in the ribs as if to say ''you jerk!'' He ignored her, again taking her hand in his. They walked, she following along with him, moving at his pace, which seemed much too slow for her...there was so much left to see and she wanted to see it all! The more she tried to move ahead, the slower he went, it seemed. She looked at him, rolling her eyes, wondering why he was dawdling so. He looked distracted, not really paying attention to the art, but looking all around, seemingly at nothing in particular. God, what is his problem!? 

"What are you do...." she didn't even get the sentence out, before he grabbed her, putting his finger to her lips to quiet her. He turned her by the shoulders so she faced the railing which circled the inside of each floor. Standing directly behind her, he whispered, ''Shhhhhh." He put his arms around her from behind, and began touching her, running his hands over her body. His thumbs stroked her nipples, as his palms rested on the sides of her breasts. 

She was squirming, uncomfortable with the public display of affection. If anyone on the lower floors were to look up, they would see she wore no panties, not to mention the way he was touching her! He leaned into her then, pinning her against the railing, giving her no choice but to stand still for him. One hand moved to the hem of her skirt in front, lifting it until he found what he was looking for. His forefinger and middle finger went to her clit, finding it easily in its engorged swollen state. He began circling it then, slowly, deliberately, never varying the pressure...just a constant fluid motion, around and around.

She was going nuts, wiggling, knees buckling, desperate to cum. "Stand still, Mary", he whispered. "Spread your legs." She opened for him, willing to do anything at that point, if he would just let her cum. She felt him step back slightly, and then, with a sharp bend of his knees, he slid his cock into her in one swift movement. God, the heat of him! She began to shake, her cunt convulsing around his cock, her sighs turning to ecstatic moans. He moved his hand to her mouth and covered it, muffling her sounds of pleasure. Her climax was almost torturous...she could only stand there and shudder, breathing deeply thru her nose, nostrils flaring. 

He fucked her slowly...so slowly...through her entire orgasm, and just as she was coming down, she heard his low groan, almost animalistic in quality, as his seed burst forth, filling her. He took his hand from her mouth and nuzzled her neck, his breath coming in ragged gasps, after the controlled fucking he just gave her. He stepped back, zipping up, letting her move for the first time. She turned to him, smoothing her skirt down, reaching for the panties in his pocket. As if reading her mind, he shook his head, saying, "No, pet."

Surrender



There is a long, still silence. Finally, you exhale slowly and speak.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" You hear my voice beside you.

"Yes. ... I surrender... to you." 

You are blindfolded and tied to your own bed, secured by each ankle and wrist to the four bedposts. You are spread-eagled on your back, naked except for the exquisitely soft blanket covering you from shoulder to ankle. You have just given up your choice to be untied, to be free. Now there are no safe words, nothing you can do but trust me. You are completely exposed and vulnerable to me. You are trembling with excitement and anticipation. 

"What are you surrendering to me?" I ask calmly. "Tell me."

You can feel your heart pounding in your breast. He's going to make me say it, you think. "I surrender myself to you, mind, body and soul. You control me... completely." You can scarcely believe your own words.

"Completely?"

"Absolutely and completely." Suddenly you realize what I want you to say. "Even... my orgasms. I will not cum until you allow me to cum... and I will cum when you instruct me to cum."

"Very good, my beauty," I say softly. And now you feel my lips on yours, soft and warm. "This is a wonderful gift, and I will treasure it always." You feel my fingertips brushing gently along your forearm, and tiny tingles ripple over your body. And now another kiss, and you feel the tip of my tongue push gently into your mouth. And then, you hear me whisper. "And I will repay your gift in a way that you will never forget."

I kiss you again, harder this time, and you feel my hand on your shoulder, sliding down under that amazing blanket to cup your naked breast. It is the first time I have touched your bare skin under the blanket, and you gasp with pleasure as I squeeze your nipple gently with my thumb and finger. Now I kiss your ear, and your jawline, and your neck, while I caress your breasts and nipples. You can feel the blanket sliding down, exposing your breasts to me, and now my mouth is on your nipples, my tongue swirling, licking, making them rise and point straight up at me.

"You lied about your tits," I say, resting my face on one breast while my fingers tweak the other nipple. "Not only do you have boobs, they are perfect." You moan softly as you feel my mouth moving over your breast again, finding the nipple again, suckling on it gently. "And my god, these nipples are incredible. Look at the way they stand up for me! Well, I guess you can't look, but you know. That is amazing. I got so excited to see those hard nipples in that picture you sent me. And it is so exciting to feel them stiff against my tongue." I drag my tongue across one nipple, then another. I am humming with pleasure. And so are you.

My mouth is still on your breasts, but now you feel that exquisitely soft blanket sliding down your body again, pushing down to just above your hips. You are now naked and exposed to me from the waist up, your wrists firmly secured to the top corner bedposts. You feel my lips moving down your chest to your stomach, kissing your flat belly softly and sensuously, a hundred tiny kisses. 

You feel my tongue tracing over your lower abs, then your hips, and you start to squirm a little, but your ankles are tied fast to the bed and you can barely move. Even still, your hips start to rock slowly up and down, almost involuntarily, as you feel my face sliding still lower, pushing the blanket farther down, my lips moving down, my face brushing against the soft curls of your pubic hair. You can feel my breath, hot between your legs, and you realize with a rush that my mouth must be just an inch or two from your pussy. You can feel yourself getting wetter and you wonder if I can see how excited you are. You push your hips up, trying to meet my lips, my tongue... when you hear my voice again.

"I want to see you." And with that, you feel the blanket sliding down and off your legs, and you are completely exposed to me. You can't see anything through your blindfold, but you know that all the lights are on, and that you are spread wide open, powerless to cover yourself or even move. Every inch of you is on display for me, and you can feel my eyes moving slowly over your nakedness. To your surprise, you don't feel cold or uncomfortable... in fact, between the blanket and my mouth, you were starting to feel a little warm. Now you feel... good. Happy, even. You know how much I love your naked body, and you actually feel a little... proud? Is that the right word? You're not sure, but you do know that you are getting even more excited being naked for me. 

You feel the foot of the bed sink down a little, and then you feel my hands, one on each ankle. They start to slide independently up your calves and shins, and you blush a little when you realize I am kneeling between your legs, my hands now smoothing over your knees, up on to your thighs, massaging your muscles, moving closer together as they move further up the inside of your thighs, rubbing, sliding... your hips move up and down, your vaginal lips glistening with excitement... and I stop. I hold my hands at the top of your thighs, pressing down gently as your hips keep moving, up and down with anticipation.

"Baby, do you realize how fucking amazing you are?" You hear my voice again, and it sounds a little hoarse. My hands are still on your thighs. "All those emails you sent me... my god, Sweetheart, I've never been so turned on in my entire life. And then those pictures... I was walking around in a daze... or what did you call it? A sexual frenzy. I couldn't wait to get here and see you... just like this." And now you feel my hot breath directly on your open pussy lips, and you shudder with excitement again. "Do you know how beautiful you are? Looking at you, right now, naked for me... Jesus, it's one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen."

Then you hear my voice again, heavy with desire. "And speaking of beautiful... fuck. Do you know what I am looking at right now?" 

You can still feel my breath on your vagina, and your own breathing quickens again. "I think so."

"Then tell me. Tell me what I am looking at right now." 

"I think... you are looking at... between my legs." Even after all those explicit emails, and even though you know what I want you to say, talking is different, and you still feel a little shy for some strange reason.

"Now you know that won't do," I say, and you can tell I am smiling. "Now from now on, you will talk dirty to me at all times, and you will not hold anything back. Now, stop being a lady and tell me what I am looking at... right now." And as I speak, you can feel my fingers slowly moving up between your legs, stopping on either side just an inch from your pussy. Then, you gasp as I very gently pull my fingers outward, stretching your lips apart, pulling your labia open right before my eyes. There can be no doubt what I am looking at.

You take a deep breath. "You are looking right inside my hot, wet cunt, aren't you."

"Mmm... that's right, Baby, your hot, wet cunt." My voice is low and deep. "Do you like knowing I am staring right at your pussy? How does it feel having that hot, wet cunt spread wide open for me?"

You start to pant a little. "Yes... so... exciting. I can feel... your breath..." And on cue, I breathe on your open lips again. "I can feel... my cunt getting wetter... so hot... knowing you can see how wet I am... mmm..." 

"You are dripping wet," I say, very softly. "Your cunt is spread wide open for me and I can see how wet you are. Mmm..."

And then you feel my tongue plunge deeply into your cunt. Your pussy lips are spread so wide open that my tongue pushes farther into you than you would have thought possible. My face presses against your entire pussy, my nose against your clit. You moan loudly as you feel my tongue, swirling and licking, sliding in and out of your pussy. I slide my tongue over every inch of your hot, wet cunt, tasting your juices dripping into my mouth. I lick up and down the length of your pussy, then push my tongue back inside and start to tongue-fuck you. Your hips buck up and down and you press your cunt hard against my face as I bury my tongue in your pussy, again and again, deeper and deeper, both of us moaning in rhythm.

My god, he's going to make me cum right now, you think to yourself, feeling my tongue push into your cunt over and over. Does he want me to cum right now, so fast? You start to feel your orgasm building... and then, suddenly, my tongue is gone. Your pussy is still spread open, hot and wet with desire. You ache to feel my mouth again.

"So, how did you like that?" You can hear my voice again, still between your legs, my mouth still just inches from your open cunt. My hands are still resting gently on your upper thighs, and it feels... nice. Comfortable. But it's hard to concentrate on anything other than the tingles in your pussy, moving down your legs and up your spine. You push your hips up again, your cunt reaching for my lips and tongue, but my face must be just out of reach.

"God... so... good..." Your breathing is ragged. "It felt... so... amazing... your tongue..."

"Excuse me, ma'am, but I think you've forgotten to talk dirty to me," I say, scolding playfully. "If you want to feel my mouth again, you need to start talking slutty like you did in those emails. What, exactly, felt so amazing?"

This time you don't hesitate. "Oh god, your fucking tongue in my cunt. Jesus Christ! It felt like you were fucking my pussy with your tongue... and I could feel your face pressed against my pussy... Fuck! My cunt is so wet. I can feel it dripping. Are my pussy juices all over your face? Fuck!"

"Mmm, yes, your pussy juices are all over my mouth and face," I say, chuckling a bit. "And I must say your cunt tastes absolutely wonderful. And don't worry, I will fuck your cunt with my tongue again in a few moments. But not right now."

And suddenly, you feel my hands sliding underneath your bottom, my naked hands cupping your naked ass. I squeeze gently, feeling your muscles contract underneath my fingers. You can tell that my face is again very close to your open cunt and you can feel more excitement and anticipation. You know how much I love your ass and it turns you on even more to feel my hands underneath you. 

Again you hear my voice from between your legs. "Now, this is a perfect ass. Tight as a fucking snare drum. And it feels so fucking good in my hands." I squeeze and slide my hands underneath your bottom as I talk. "But you are in a rather compromising position, aren't you? Naked, tied up, spread-eagled on your bed. Your cunt is still wide open for me, isn't it? I bet you want me to lick your pussy some more, don't you? Mmm... all good things to those who wait, my dear. You belong to me now, so I will do what I please with you."

You wonder what that means, but only for a second, because then you feel my hands slide out from under your ass, and then you feel the pillow underneath your hips -- you realize it's really two small pillows -- and you can feel them slowly separating under your bottom. Now you understand what is happening -- by pushing the cushions apart, I am slowly spreading your ass apart at the same time. The pillows are comfortable, but they also have a strange texture, and they actually grip your cheeks as they move apart. It is not painful at all, but you could not squeeze your ass together even if you wanted to. The pillows are also a few inches thick, so now your rear end is suspended above the bed, just two or three inches. And you are completely on display now. Your legs are wide open, your cunt is wide open, and...

"Your asshole is wide open now, baby," I say, my face close to your pussy again. "Those cushions did the trick, didn't they? Mmm... they just stretched your ass open for me. Fuck that is hot. I am looking right at your tight little asshole right now. It's making my dick really hard. Does that turn you on? Do you like having your cunt and asshole spread open for me like this?"

"Yes," you say instantly. You have never been this exposed before, but you don't feel embarrassed. You don't even feel naked. You feel... sexy, and proud, and completely open to me. And that turns you on even more. "I love being spread wide open for you. I love showing you my tight cunt and asshole to you. They turn you on so much, don't they?" It occurs to you that you have never been more vulnerable in your life, but yet you feel... confident, even powerful. You wish you could spread your legs even wider for me. You wish you could be even more naked.

"I love looking at you like this, two inches away from your beautiful pussy and asshole. I am so turned on right now... But what I really want to know is... are YOU turned on right now?" And then, you suck in your breath as you feel my fingertip softly graze against your asshole. And again, you inhale sharply, as I start to stroke it, back and forth, rubbing my finger purposefully over every contour, every crevice of your asshole. Reflexively, you try to close your legs, to squeeze your ass cheeks together, but it is impossible. There is nothing you can do. My finger keeps sliding, stroking, pushing, ever so slowly across the tender flesh.

"Oh my god..." you say. "That feels so amazing." You can feel the tingles rippling down your legs, all over your body. Then you realize that our bodies are only touching in one place -- my fingertip against your asshole. It feels so good, but you blush a little bit in spite of yourself.

"Just remember, you have surrendered totally to me, even your mind," I say calmly, as my finger presses just a little bit harder against your asshole, and the tingles get just a little bit stronger. It's hard for you to concentrate on my words. "Until I release you, you will not feel shame, or guilt, or embarrassment, or anything other than lust. You will embrace every slutty, depraved thought in your head and hold nothing back from me. You will give yourself completely to your own desire and pleasure and think of nothing else. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir," you say without thinking. I laugh out loud.

"Hmm, you don't have to call me 'sir,' but I appreciate the sentiment," I say, still chuckling. "Good. Now tell me what I am doing to you right now and how much you like it."

You take another deep breath. "You are stroking my asshole with your finger and it feels so fucking amazing. Every stroke sends tingles from my asshole to my pussy, and I can feel my cunt getting even wetter, even though that seems impossible. It feels a little dirty but I don't fucking care. I love the way you are fingering my asshole. I love the way my asshole turns you on."

"Very good, my darling," I say, still stroking, stroking. Some of your cunt juices have dribbled down on to my fingertip, and it slides a little easier across your asshole now. More tingles. "And what else would you like me to do to your asshole? Tell me right now."

"Oh god! I want you to slide your finger in my ass. I want to feel my asshole stretch open for your finger and I want you to watch. Oh, fuck! I want your finger deep in my ass." You would never have believed you could talk like this. But you don't fucking care. All you care about is my fingertip sliding gloriously across that one inch of you that no one has ever touched like this before. 

"That all sounds very nice," I say. "But haven't you forgotten something?" And then, suddenly, shockingly, you feel my wet tongue slide across your asshole. You cry out in surprise and pleasure as electricity shoots up your spine, your back arches and every muscle in your body tenses. Your hips buck violently against the bed and your arms and legs pull instinctively against the restraints, but they hold fast. Then -- another thunderbolt, as I lick your asshole again. You have never felt anything like it. You feel your cunt and your asshole squeeze and release, squeeze and release -- and there is my tongue again, wet and soft against your open asshole. You can't even think.

"Oh god... oh god... oh god..." you murmur repeatedly. 

"Hmm? Yes?" I say, teasing. "Sounds like you like that, too. Hmm... you've never had your asshole licked before, have you?"

"No... never... fuck... god..."

"Well, I would say it seems like you like it. Is that true? You like the way I lick your ass?"

"God... yes... please... more... again..." You are too out of breath and too excited to laugh... or form coherent sentences.

"Hmm... more what, exactly?" 

"Oh god... please lick my asshole again. Please... I want your tongue on my asshole again. Fuck! Please lick my asshole, I want to feel that wet tongue again. Please!"

And you do. You feel my tongue again, pressing flat against your asshole, swirling in a wet circle around the rim. Waves of pleasure roll up your body as I start to lick your asshole, a little faster now, lapping at it hungrily, like a dog in heat. You feel dirty, slutty, wicked -- and more turned on than you've ever been in your life. You can hardly catch your breath. You push out against my tongue, trying to spread your ass open even wider for me, moaning with lust as my tongue presses lewdly against your asshole. 

And now, you feel another burst of pleasure as my fingers slide in between the folds of your pussy, and I start to stroke your cunt as I keep tonguing your asshole. My fingers slowly push into your cunt... and now you start to feel dizzy as you realize -- oh god! -- that I am working my tongue INTO your ass. It sends more lightning bolts up your spine to feel my tongue slowly push your asshole open and slide wickedly inside. You feel delirious with pleasure. 

My fingers keep massaging the inside of your pussy and you cannot believe the feeling as my tongue slides in and out of your ass. You can feel your cunt pulsing against my fingers and your asshole squeezing my tongue rhythmically. You can feel your orgasm building again -- is this it? Is he going to make me cum this way, force me to cum like a dirty slut with his tongue in my ass? You push your hips up against my hand and face, and this time you can feel my tongue so deep in your ass that my mouth circles around your asshole. My fingers keep working in and out of your hot, dripping cunt, over and over, as I keep licking and sucking your tender asshole. You are so close to cumming, feeling my fingers, and my tongue, and my lips, exploring every inch of you. Just a few more seconds...

And then I stop again. You are fairly grinding your teeth with lust, your hips rocking up and down, and you give a little murmur of frustration.

"Not yet, my angel," I say from between your legs. "You will not cum until I instruct you to cum. Besides, I wanted to watch your cunt and asshole squeezing and releasing from up close, just like they are right now. It is a beautiful fucking sight. Are you enjoying the way I am working on your cunt and asshole, my darling?"

"Fuck yes," you say, forcefully. "I have never felt anything like this. I can't believe you put your tongue in my ass. Fuck. I am going to cum so fucking hard. Fuck!"

"Yes, you will, baby. When I am ready for you to cum. But right now, I am ready for something else." At that moment, you feel my finger against your asshole again, but this time it feels wet, slippery... and you realize that I am rubbing lubricant on your asshole. It feels luxuriant and extremely slick... much more so than the KY jelly you use when you masturbate. It feels... silky, decadent. What is it?

"I brought this lube with me as well," I say, sliding my lubed fingers all around the rim of your asshole, sending tingles all over your body with every stroke. "It is specially designed for what I have planned for you." And then, you feel my finger sliding into your ass, just a little, then withdrawing. Then it slides back in, a little farther this time, and you can feel just how slippery that lubricant is. And how much of it I am spreading all over your wet asshole. My finger slides effortlessly into your ass, all the way to the knuckle this time, and then smoothly out. And in again, with more lube. And now, you feel more electric tingles as my finger starts to twist as it pushes in, slowly corkscrewing its way deep into your ass. And slowly rotating out. And in again. Your head is spinning.




Surrender



"Mm, baby, I love your asshole," I say, twisting my finger in and out your ass a little faster. "It is so tight and pink and beautiful. I've never been anally fixated before, but after you told me about how you used your butt plug to get yourself off, I have been thinking about it constantly." As I talk, I slide my finger out... and now I push TWO fingers into your asshole. You gasp a little as my fingers push, and slide, and twist their way into your slippery ass. Thank god for this lube, you think. Thank fucking jesus for those fingers, you think. 

I keep talking to you calmly as I finger-fuck your ass. "Thinking about how I wanted to look at your asshole... to put my tongue in your asshole, and to stretch our your tight little asshole with my fingers... just like this." And it's working... you can feel my fingers gently pushing out, stretching your tender asshole just a bit, opening your ass to me just a bit more. "But, of course, what I really wanted to do was fuck your ass." 

You feel your heart skip a beat and a stab of fear in your stomach. You feel your asshole tighten involuntarily and contract around my fingers. It's been a fantasy of yours for so long, but you can't help feeling nervous... won't it hurt?

"I am not going to hurt you, baby," I say, holding my slippery fingers deep inside your ass. "I am going to be gentle. But you have surrendered to me, and since I own your asshole, I am going to fuck it." You moan with desire and your heart flutters with anticipation. You feel my fingers slide out of your thoroughly lubricated ass and there you are, naked on your bed, blindfolded and tied at each ankle and wrist, your legs spread wide and your cunt and asshole completely open and exposed to me. 

Suddenly you can sense that I am over you, holding myself up over your body but not touching you. I kiss you on the lips, lovingly and gently, then I move my mouth to your ear and whisper: "Tell me what is happening to you. Describe everything you are feeling. Talk to me." And then I move away from your face.

You are not sure what to say, but you start talking anyway:

"God, I am so turned on. It feels like you are kneeling between my legs--OH MY GOD. Oh my god. You--that's the head of your cock, isn't it? You're rubbing it up and down against my asshole. Oh my god. I have these electric tingles all over. Oh fuck, FUCK. Are you going to put your cock into my ass now? OHHHH... I can feel the head of your cock pushing past my asshole! Jesus Christ. Your cock is all lubed up too, isn't it? It's so slippery. OH FUCK, it's sliding in now. Oh my god. This is really happening. You're pushing your cock into my ass. Fuck! Oh my god, it's all the way in, isn't it? Your hard cock is so deep in my ass! Oh god... Oh god."

I hold still, my cock pushed all the way into your ass. "You've never been fucked in the ass before, have you sweetheart?" I ask, and you can tell I am breathing hard. 

"No... never... oh my god." You feel... stretched, and open... but it doesn't hurt. It feels good. Really good. That lube is magical, you think, and it's everywhere. "Fuck... amazing... jesus..."

"Well, I've never fucked an asshole before, and I desperately wanted to make yours my first." You can feel my dick pulsing against the walls of your ass, and you moan again. "And it is fucking incredible. I am looking at it right now. Mmm... so beautiful. The way my cock is stretching out your tight little asshole, and the way your hot wet cunt is just spread wide open for me... fucking amazing." I start to rub your pussy with my fingers and your asshole squeezes my prick in response, and we both groan with pleasure. 

"So fucking hot," I say, panting. "So good. Do you like having my cock in your ass, baby?" You blush just a bit, but not much. I'm still stroking your cunt, pushing my fingers inside now.

"Yes... god... it feels... wonderful," you say.

"'Wonderful?' That's the word you thought of?" 

"Yes... it's..." you search for the words. "It feels so good and so hot... but what really turns me on is that it's your cock. What I mean is... it's wonderful that it's you. I mean... I don't know. I wanted to get fucked in the ass, but I REALLY wanted YOU to fuck me in the ass!"

I laugh again. "Mmm... God, you're so romantic." And we laugh together. "I know what you mean, baby. I have wanted this so badly, especially after all those emails. It sounds weird, but I actually feel PROUD that I'm the first man to fuck your ass!" We laugh again, but you're keenly aware that my cock is still very stiff, and that it is still very deep in your ass.

"Now, let's see if this thing is worth what we paid for it." You're a little confused, but then you hear a faint buzzing. The Rabbit 3000!

"The Rabbit 3000," I say, chuckling a bit. "Let me know how it compares to your good friend Rabbit 1.0." You start to reply, but then you feel me push the toy into your open cunt. "Keep telling me what's happening to you."

"Ohhhh..." you say, feeling the vibrations start to radiate out. "It just slid right into my pussy, didn't it? I must be so wet... oh my god, it feels just like a real cock... oh my god... your cock is in my ass... the rabbit feels so real... it's hard and warm and... FUCK, I can feel it throbbing in my cunt... oh my god... I can feel it vibrating in my ass... fuck... around your cock..." I hold the rabbit steady, deep in your cunt, and I hold my cock steady, deep in your ass. 

"Mmm... baby, I can feel your asshole squeezing my cock," I say, pushing the rabbit just a bit deeper into your pussy. "And I can see your cunt squeezing the rabbit. Is it truly new and improved?"

"Oh yes... fuck... it is hot... and throbbing... fuck... fuck..." Your hips are starting to rock again, and my cock slides -- just a little bit -- out of your ass. I immediately push it all the way back in, and you moan loudly this time. I keep the rabbit buried in your wet pussy.

"Fuck, this is so hot," I say. "I was planning to just hold my cock in your ass, like you told me about your friend... but I can't stand it. I'm going to fuck your ass now." I don't ask permission. You just feel my cock sliding all the way out of your ass, and then pushing back in. You gasp and reflexively pull hard against your restraints, and your hips buck against mine, but you can hardly move. Slowly, I pull my cock back, then push it back into your ass. The lube is still working its magic -- you feel no resistance, no pain, just my hard cock, sliding in and out of your asshole. The charges are firing down your legs and up your spine, and the rabbit is still throbbing and vibrating in your cunt, multiplying the waves of pleasure. 

"Fuck!" I say, breathing hard now. "I have fantasized about this so many times. Fuck, your asshole is so fucking tight. Fuck!" You can feel every inch of my cock, stretching your asshole as it slides smoothly in and out, in and out. You can tell I am going wild with lust and it turns you on even more. And it makes you want to say things you would never dare say to anyone else.

"Then just fuck it, baby. Fuck my tight little asshole," you say. "Fuck it hard. It's all yours. You control it. Use my asshole. Stretch it out. Make it feel good on your dick." You squeeze your asshole as tight as you can. "Can you feel my asshole squeezing your cock? That's right. Come on! Fuck my ass. Are you watching your hard cock slide in and out of my ass? Good! It feels so good, baby. Fuck my asshole! Fuck it!"

And as you talk, you can feel my cock getting harder as I fuck your ass, faster and faster. You don't feel any pain, just bursts of electric pleasure with each thrust of my cock, deeper and deeper in your ass. You can feel the rabbit, throbbing and pulsing in your cunt. You feel your orgasm start to build again... but then you can feel my body start to tense, quiver, and shake. He's going to cum, you think suddenly. A new wave of pleasure hits you as you realize what is happening.

"Oh fuck, you're going to cum in my ass, aren't you?" you say, boldly and loudly. "You're just going to fuck my asshole until you cum, and there's nothing I can do about it. You just tied me down so you could fuck my tight little asshole, didn't you? And now you're going to squirt your cum in my ass. Mmm... No one's ever cum in my ass before, you know that. You want to be first, don't you? Good. I love that. I want you to be first. Fuck my ass just like you want to. I want to feel your cum deep in my ass. Do it. It's yours. Come on. Just keep fucking my tight little asshole. Come on. Shoot that hot cum in my ass. Come on..."

And then, you hear me scream with joy, ecstasy, and unbridled lust. My hands grab underneath your ass and pull your hips toward mine. You feel my cock push all the way into your ass and pulse against your asshole, and then you feel the hot ropes of cum, squirting deep into your ass. You squeeze your asshole hard around my cock as I pound it into your ass, slippery with the lube and now my cum. My body shakes violently as I thrust into your asshole, again and again, while the cum keeps spurting out of my dick. 

Finally, you can feel the throbbing subside, and I lay heavily on top of you, my breath hot and fast in your ear, my body hot and glistening against yours, my cock still buried deep in your ass. You can still feel it throbbing.

"Oh god oh god oh god..." Now it is my turn to babble incoherently. You smile and kiss my cheek. The Rabbit 3000 is still buried inside your pussy, but it seems to have stopped vibrating. It's just as well, you think to yourself, because that might have been sensory overload. 

"So, is it safe to say that you are an anal fan?" you say, giggling still. 

I am still breathing hard, resting against you. "Mmm... don't forget the dirty talk, baby," I say softly. 

You whisper in my ear now. "Right... what I meant to say was, did you like fucking my tight little asshole?" You can feel my cock twitch in your ass. 

"Oh, my god yes. Fucking incredible," I whisper back. "I almost couldn't believe it was happening. Did you like it?"

"So fucking hot," you whisper. "I could feel your cock pulsing against my asshole. I could feel that fucking hot cum shooting in my ass. God damn. It was one of the most erotic things I've ever felt."

"Jesus. I almost passed out when I came," I whisper. "When you started talking dirty to me, telling me to cum in your ass... fuck. That was magnificent."

You giggle again. "You DO like the dirty talk, don't you? I thought you might like that. Plus I felt dirty and hot talking like that while you were fucking my ass. And um... by the way, the Rabbit 3000 is still in my pussy."

"Oh yeah! I forgot about it for a minute." You feel me raise up and then the rabbit slides out of your cunt, making you shiver. "Hmm... looks like it got turned off with all my thrusting." You can hear me laugh a little too.

"I'm not surprised the rabbit got switched off, because you really fucked my ass hard, didn't you?" you say. "I thought you were just going to hold your cock inside me, and not thrust in and out? What happened to that plan?" You're teasing me now.

"Hmm, I just couldn't help myself. That tight little asshole was just too beautiful. I had to fuck it. I didn't hurt you, did I?" You feel me slide my softening cock out of your slippery ass, and new tingles dance over your body. 

"Not at all. That lube is amazing. And your dick is pretty amazing too. I loved feeling your hard cock in my ass." You're surprised to realize how dirty you are talking, and how easy it is. And you realize how safe you feel, how comfortable, even though you're naked and tied to your own bed and you've just been ass fucked. Hard. And you smile again. "Actually, I can't wait for you to fuck my tight little asshole again."

"Mm... I love the way you talk dirty to me. That is so fucking hot. And that's good to know, because I plan on fucking your tight little asshole a lot during the remainder of the week. Fuck."

"I plan on holding you to that. So, are you going to untie me now?" You haven't cum, but you've been really close three times, and you're no longer an anal virgin. That's a pretty good time, you think to yourself, and giggle again.

"Untie you? Oh no ma'am, I'm not done with you yet." You can hear me chuckling also. 

"Oh really? What else could you possibly do with me now, especially in your... condition?" You're still smiling.

"Limp dick jokes, huh? Interesting. You're talking pretty smart for someone who's still tied to her own bed with her cunt and asshole spread wide open." 

"Well, what are you going to do to me then? What do you have planned for my cunt and asshole?" You wiggle your hips at me a little bit.

There is a long silence. You squirm a little on the bed. And then, suddenly, my mouth is on yours again, kissing you roughly. My tongue pushes into your mouth, my hands squeeze your breasts, pinch your nipples. "I told you," I say, soft and low. "I will do whatever the fuck I want to you." And then you gasp as you feel the rabbit pushed into your cunt, still wet from before. 

I turn it on and the buzzing starts again, slower this time, and you feel the warmth and the throbbing and the pleasure start all over again. You moan and lean up to kiss me again... but I am gone, leaving the rabbit vibrating in your pussy. I draw that exquisitely soft blanket over you, and it covers you again from shoulder to ankle, delicately caressing your body while the sex toy massages your cunt. You can feel the wetness start to drip out of your pussy again and you sigh contentedly. But where have I gone? It doesn't seem like I am still in the room. And you're not sure, but you think you can hear water running. You're a little confused.

"Where are you?" No answer. The rabbit keeps vibrating deep in your pussy. It is set at a speed that is too fast to ignore -- in fact, you can feel your pussy getting wetter every minute -- but too slow to make you cum. Minutes pass. The blanket feels so good on your skin. The rabbit feels so good in your cunt. But you want me back. Where am I? 

"Here I am," I say, and at the same moment, you feel the blanket whisked away. You are stark naked again, fully exposed to me. You feel the cooler air and your nipples rise again in response. You hear me murmur in approval.

"Hmm... so nice to see you again," I say. "I guess you like that Rabbit 3000, huh? It has made your cunt so wet. I can see your juices dripping out of your pussy right now. Very nice. Let me see how you're doing here..." And then you feel the rabbit start to slide in and out of your cunt. I am not touching you at all, just holding the end of the rabbit and pushing it in your wet pussy. You moan and shiver with excitement again. 

"Ahh... you're seem to be doing very well," I say, pushing the rabbit deep inside you and leaving it there, still vibrating and throbbing at that medium speed. Then, unexpectedly, you feel my finger against your asshole again, pushing firmly into your ass. As my finger slides in, your asshole makes a little 'squish' noise and you start to feel embarrassed, but then you think to yourself, why the fuck would I EVER be embarrassed around him, after everything we've said and done? Plus, you think to yourself, he said I could fart on his tongue if I wanted to! This makes you giggle to yourself again.

"Now you're giggling with my finger up your ass," I say. "I guess you're feeling pretty relaxed, huh?" 

You laugh and grip my finger with your asshole. "No, it's just nice to meet you, sailor." We both laugh some more, and I wiggle my finger in your asshole before I slide it out.

"It's nice to meet you, too, ma'am," I say, "and I'm glad to see that you still have plenty of lubrication -- and my cum -- in your ass. That may come in handy."

"Yes, my asshole definitely feels very slippery... and stretched out, too." You are still grinning. "Are you planning to fuck my little asshole again soon?"

"We'll see," I say, and now you can feel my hand under the back of your head, raising it up to slide a pillow underneath, propping up your head a little higher. 

"Wow, thanks," you say sarcastically. "Now I can see the TV... or I could, if I wasn't blindfolded. And if the TV were on."

"Mmm-hmm... you're still feeling pretty smart, aren't you?" You can feel me climbing on to the bed, straddling you, my knees pressing down on the bed just underneath your shoulders. "Stop talking and open your mouth."

You are taken aback just a little, but you remember that you have surrendered to me, and that I control you. So you obey instantly. As soon as you open your mouth, you are surprised to feel the head of my cock against your lips. 

"Don't worry, I just washed my dick," I say from above you, chuckling. "It's nice and clean." So that's what the running water was, you think. 

"Now... take my cock in your mouth," I say, and I push the head of my cock past your lips.

Now you realize why I propped up your head. My cock is mostly limp and you have to suck on it to pull it into your mouth. As you suck my penis, I help you by pushing my hips forward gently, and soon my entire shaft is in your mouth. You feel my balls, shaved as smooth as eggs, resting against your chin. You hold my soft dick in your mouth, breathing slowly through your nose. Far away, you feel the rabbit still throbbing slowly in your cunt. You await your next instructions. After a moment, you swallow involuntarily, and you hear me groan above you. My cock starts to grow and stiffen in your mouth.

"You like sucking my cock, don't you baby?" I say softly. You realize you can't talk, so you just hum. "Mm-hmm..." You feel my cock twitch in response and you can imagine the vibrations traveling from your mouth to my cock and down into my balls.

"Baby, you said you would suck my cock every day for the rest of my life," I say, my cock growing harder as I talk. "Do you mean that?"

"Mmmm..." you hum around my cock, then you pull back, pulling your mouth off my dick with a little wet pop. "Yes, I do," you say. You look up at me even though you are blindfolded. "I would suck this beautiful cock every day, every way I could think of, any way you would ask me. I would be your own personal cocksucker and cum swallower." You feel my cock, fully erect now, throbbing against your cheek. "No matter what... I would do everything I could to make sure I could suck all the cum out of your balls every. single. day. Would that be okay with you?" You smile sweetly up at me, my prick resting against your face. 

"Jesus fucking Christ." My voice is hoarse with lust, my breathing ragged.

And then you swirl your tongue, hot and wet, over my balls. "Mmmm..." you moan as you lick my balls. You feel my fingers curling around the shaft of my cock and I start to stroke it, jacking myself off as you tongue my balls. Just like an ice cream cone. You smile as you lick wetly up between my balls, feeling them bounce up and down against your chin as I jerk my dick against your face. 

"Mmm... I love sucking your cock so much," you say. "I have surrendered to you, baby. I have to do whatever you tell me to do. What do you want to do with me? Do you want to fuck my mouth and shoot your hot cum down my throat? Do you want me to lick your asshole while you jack off, and then cum all over my face? You control me. You can do whatever you want to me. I am yours. I have surrendered to you. Use me as your fuck toy. Fuck my mouth. Fuck my cunt. Fuck my asshole again. Just use me to make your cock explode. Do whatever you want."

"Fuck." I say, in a desperate whisper. I am still stroking my cock and rubbing it against your soft face. "That is the hottest fucking thing I have ever heard. Baby, you are so fucking amazing. And yes, I want to do all that with you. Very soon. But not right now. Right now, I want to do something else." 




Surrender



And suddenly, I climb off you, off the bed. You are surprised. "What--"

"Shh, baby, be quiet. You'll see." And so you obey. You lie there, still. And naked. And spread-eagled on your bed, still unable to move your wrists or ankles more than an inch or two. You are still completely exposed to me. Your asshole is still spread open, freshly fucked and slippery with lubricant, and my cum. You feel another wave of tingles, remembering how I fucked your asshole and came right in your ass just a few minutes earlier.

Your pussy is still wide open, still hot and wet, the rabbit still deep inside. You had almost forgotten about the rabbit, but without the distraction of my cock in your mouth, you feel it all again -- vibrating slowly and steadily against the walls of your cunt, throbbing and pulsing in a way that feels almost exactly like a real live cock. 

And then, just as suddenly, it is gone, as I pull the rabbit out of your cunt. Juice drips obscenely out of your pussy, dribbling down on to your asshole. Your body wants to be touched. Your hips buck up and down. You squeeze your pussy and asshole involuntarily, trying to feel more of those tingles. You hear a soft, wet slapping noise, and you realize that I am still masturbating. It sounds like I am standing at the foot of the bed again, watching you as I jack myself off. You start to speak, but then you remember my command, so you lie quietly. Moments pass, and the room is silent except for the unmistakable sound of my hand rapidly stroking my cock. You imagine what it looks like, my fist around my cock, pumping it up and down, up and down. 

"Jesus, you are so fucking beautiful," I say softly, almost a whisper. "So beautiful, and sexy, and honest, and strong, and vulnerable, and everything else I can't even put into words." You can hear me jerking off as I talk -- slap, slap, slap.

As I say these words, I am climbing up on to the bed again, this time kneeling between your legs. You sense that I am leaning down over you, and then you breathe in sharply as my lips press softly against the lips of your pussy. I kiss all around your cunt, gently and firmly, my tongue pushing inside briefly, but mostly I just kiss your pussy, over and over again, like I would kiss your mouth. You moan softly with every kiss. 

After a few moments, I press my lips against your pussy and hold them there, licking up and down with my tongue, and then you moan loudly as you feel the tip of the rabbit against your asshole. I continue to lick your cunt as I slowly push the vibrating rabbit into your ass, centimeter by centimeter, twisting it gently as I slide it all the way into your ass, still slick with lube and cum. My tongue laps against your pussy as I turn the rabbit up, and it vibrates and throbs faster in your ass, sending more tingles into your cunt and down your legs and more little bolts of electricity up your spine. The feeling is indescribable as I tongue your cunt and the rabbit vibrates insistently in your ass. 

Now my mouth is gone but the rabbit is still deep in your asshole, throbbing and pulsing like a real cock. And then you cry out as you feel a real cock -- my real cock -- against your cunt. You gasp and shudder with pleasure and excitement as the head of my cock rubs up and down your pussy lips, teasing your clit and sliding against all that wetness.

"This is what I want," I say, and you feel my cock pushing slowly into your cunt. 

"OH MY GOD!" you scream as you realize what is happening. I am gentle and slow, but I do not stop. I slide my cock, hard as a fucking rock, inch by inch into your hot, wet pussy. All the way in. You feel my hips press against yours and my balls against your asshole as I push my dick as far as I can into your cunt. For a moment I hold my prick deep inside you, and then you feel the rabbit, twisting and rotating in your ass. I keep my cock buried in your pussy as I pull and tug and twist on the rabbit, sending more and more charges through your asshole, your cunt, everywhere. Your hips rise to meet mine and you pull against the restraints with all your might, wanting to grab me, hold me. But you can't. You can only lay there, naked, as I start to slide my cock, very slowly, in and out of your pussy.

I lay my body down on top of yours, my chest pressing against yours. I kiss you on the mouth and trace my tongue around your lips. You moan softly as my cock slides smoothly in, and out, and in, and out of your hot, wet, cunt. I slide my hands under your back and then up over your shoulders, and as I push my dick into your pussy, I pull down on your shoulders, pulling your entire body down onto my hard cock. 

I whisper in your ear as I thrust in your pussy. "Fuck... baby... tell me what I am doing to you right now."

You whisper back. "You're just fucking me, you're fucking my hot, wet cunt, aren't you? I can feel your beautiful hard cock sliding in and out of my pussy... can you feel how wet you've made me? Does my cunt feel good on your dick? Is this what you thought about when you jacked off, just fucking my wet pussy like this? Mmm... fuck. Fuck it harder, baby. Do you want to cum in my pussy? Are you going to use my little pink cunt to make you cum? Are you going to fuck me hard until you shoot that hot cum deep in my cunt? Just fuck me. Fuck me."

As you talk to me, you can feel my cock grow even harder in your pussy. I moan in your ear as you talk dirty to me. I start to fuck into your pussy faster and faster -- but then, unexpectedly, I stop. I push my cock all the way into you and hold it there, and I hold you tight, breathing heavily in your ear, almost as if I am trying to regain control of myself. My cock pulses in your pussy and the rabbit vibrates in your ass, and you can't help but squirm underneath me as I hold you close.

After a moment, I whisper again. "Yes, this is what I have dreamed of for so long. I have imagined this moment so many times. And soon, very soon, I am going to fuck your tight little cunt until I shoot all my cum deep inside you. But right now, I am going to do something else."

And I gently pull the blindfold away from your eyes. You blink once or twice in surprise at the brightness of the room, but then you see my face, close to yours, and you look in my eyes. And I look back, and smile.

"Right now, I am going to make YOU cum," I say, and I start to fuck your pussy again. You gasp with pleasure as my cock slides in and out of your cunt, so smooth with your wetness dripping out. "Look into my eyes. Feel my hard cock fucking your beautiful cunt. Feel the vibrations in your asshole. You are going to cum. And you are going to cum on my cock. I want to feel your sweet cunt squeezing my cock when you cum."

You moan with lust and pleasure at my words. And then I kiss you, slowly and gently, on the lips, while I fuck you, hard and fast. I kiss your mouth, your cheek, your jaw, and your earlobe. 

And now, my voice again, low and sweet in your ear. "Hold on to me, and let go of everything else." 

Suddenly, you hear a faint click -- and your wrists and ankles are free! The restraints pop loose, all at once. Instantly, you throw your arms around my shoulders and wrap your legs around my hips, holding me tighter, pulling me closer. I never stop or slow my rhythm, I just keep thrusting my cock deep into your pussy with every stroke. You steal a look down between your legs and for the first time, you see my prick, swollen red, looking as if it will burst, pumping in and out of your glistening cunt. You moan and close your eyes, and you can feel your hips rocking back and forth in time with my quick, steady thrusting. The rabbit throbs and vibrates in your asshole, multiplying the tingles in your cunt and sending wave after wave of pleasure rolling over your naked body.

"Look at me." You open your eyes and see my face, earnest, focused. My brow is slightly furrowed as I concentrate on fucking you, steadily, relentlessly. I look into your eyes with a ferocious intensity.

"It is time for you to cum," I say, breathing heavily and fucking you steadily as I talk. "You have surrendered to me, and I control you, mind, body and soul. You have given yourself to me, even your cunt and asshole. And right now, I want you to cum. Feel my cock in your pussy, the rabbit in your asshole, and my body against yours. Hold on to me, and surrender this last part of yourself to me. Cum for me. Cum for me now."

And with that, I pull you close to me and I kiss your mouth, your face, your neck. You close your eyes and grab on to me as tightly as you can. You feel my cock, the rabbit, and my body, but more than anything, you feel ME -- everywhere. You can feel the tension building in your body, just like before, but more intense, more focused. You can feel the wave, building, swelling, growing, like the entire ocean is about to crash down on you, on me, on everything. You open your eyes again and I am smiling down at you. I whisper one word:

"Now."

And you surrender. The wave thunders over you as the most intense, powerful orgasm of your life rips through your entire body. It feels like a tidal wave of pleasure, radiating out from your cunt and asshole and rolling down your legs, up your spine, everywhere. You scream in my ear, you claw at my back, you grip your legs around my hips, you thrash wildly on the bed as I hold you and keep fucking you, keep pushing my cock into your cunt over and over again as you cum, and cum, and cum, longer and harder than you ever have before. I feel your pussy explode with juices, gripping and milking my cock and then the wave hits me, and I shove my prick as deep as I can into your cunt and shoot my cum deep inside you, crying out myself as I cum with you. We push our hips together and fuck each other wildly, frantically, madly. You feel my cock pulsing in your cunt and I feel your cunt grabbing and squeezing my cock, over and over, milking every drop of cum from my cock. It seems to last forever, as we hold each other and cum, and cum, and cum.

Finally you feel the waves begin to subside, and you start to return to the world. I collapse heavily on top of you, my eyes closed, my breathing fast. Sweat glistens off my body, and yours. Your pussy keeps milking my cock, instinctively, and my cock keeps pulsing, instinctively. We hold each other tightly for a very long time.

Finally, you open your eyes and I am smiling at you mischievously. I roll you over on top of me, making sure to keep my cock deep inside your cunt. Now on my back, I look up at you and kiss you deeply. My hands drift down your back and slide around the curve of your rear end. You feel my fingers in the crack of your ass -- again -- and then you realize the rabbit is still deep in your ass, still buzzing. You giggle as I slide the rabbit out of your asshole and turn it off. Then I cup your bottom with my hands again and squeeze. You look up at me.

"Well, now that wasn't so hard, was it?" I say, grinning.

You laugh and shake your head a little. "Wow. I have never felt anything like that in my entire life. The way you got me close all those times, I couldn't wait to cum. And then when you told me to cum, I couldn't have stopped even if I wanted to."

"Hmm, well now you know how I feel." 

"Mmm... I would love to do make you feel that way right now," you say, squeezing my cock again with your pussy. "Can I suck your cock? Please? I want your hot cum in my mouth again. Please?" 

"Fuck, you are so sexy." I say. "I actually can't wait to put my cock in your mouth again, but I'm afraid biology is conspiring against us! I just came twice in about 15 minutes, so I'm going to need a little time to recover. Plus I could really use that nap now..."

"Uh-huh, I think I've heard that one before," you say, smiling at me. "Last time you pretended to fall asleep, I woke up tied to the bed!" 

I laugh again. "Well, this time I can assure you that my sleepiness is genuine. But I'm looking forward to another of your expert blowjobs when I wake up... plus whatever else you can think of for the rest of the week. I want to make sure you get everything you need, baby." My hands are still on your ass, and one of my fingers wanders over between your cheeks to trace a slow circle around your asshole. Your ass and pussy are a slippery, sticky mess from all that lube and all of my cum. 

My finger pushes gently against your asshole, the tip sliding in just ever so slightly. "Is there anything you need right now, my sweet?" I grin at you and wiggle my fingertip in your asshole. You think to yourself that I seem to like putting things in your ass. And you grin as you think you yourself that you like it too. 

But then you look me right in the eye, very intently and seriously. " , there is one more thing I need right now, but I'm not sure if I should bring it up."

I stop grinning and look back at you earnestly. "My god, after everything we've been through, I hope you can be totally honest with me. What do you need? Whatever you need, I will do everything I can to get it for you. What do you need?"

"I need..." You pause, looking uncertain. "I need to go wipe my ass!"

I throw back my head and my laughter echoes off the walls. You laugh too, giggling as you jump up and tiptoe, barefooted and bare-assed, across the bedroom to the bathroom. You can hear me still laughing from the bed.

"How is everything... down under?" I call from the bedroom.

"Doing just fine, thank you," you say, still laughing. "My cunt is still tingling from that tsunami of an orgasm you just gave me, and my asshole feels... really good, actually. It feels well-fucked and stretched out, for sure, but really not sore at all. I have to say, that lube is pretty amazing. I bet you could even fuck my ass again right after our nap." You smile as you think of how easy it is to talk dirty to me, and you realize that for the first time in your life, you feel completely uninhibited to say or do anything you want. "What do you say? After we wake up, do you want me to bend over and spread my ass apart for you? Do you want to watch your beautiful hard cock slide into my tight little asshole again?"

There is no response. Puzzled, you walk back to the bedroom doorway and see me sprawled on the bed, still completely naked and now definitely asleep. My cock is soft now, sloping to one side and glistening with your juices. You smile and turn off the light, then quietly climb back on to the bed without waking me. You lean over and kiss my balls gently, right in the middle. Then, looking up at me, you take your tongue and make one very slow, very wet lick up the entire length of my penis, sliding your tongue ever so tantalizingly from the base to the tip, and you hear me make a very soft moan of pleasure. Then, finally, you gently kiss the head of my cock, and I am awake now for sure. 

"Mmm.... wow," I say, stroking your hair and smiling down at you. "That was so nice. Come here, baby."

You crawl up beside me and snuggle up close, pressing your naked body against mine. I kiss you on the lips, and as my tongue meets yours, you slide your hand down between my legs and your delicate little hand cups my balls gently. 

"That feels nice," I say. "Comfortable, safe." My eyes are closed again and I seem to be drifting.

You kiss me on the mouth again. "Go to sleep. You're going to need it."

I kiss you back, smiling. "Okay." I murmur softly in your ear. "Will you hold my balls like that until I fall asleep? That feels really nice."

You smile and caress my balls gently with your fingers. "Sure, baby. Anything you want."

I close my eyes and lay my head back on the pillow. You close your eyes and rest your head on my shoulder, curling your body around mine and your fingers around my balls, holding me. I wrap my arms around your shoulders, holding you. You feel my breathing slow and my body relax, and at the same time, you feel yourself starting to float, drift, sleep.

We are naked, exposed, intertwined, at peace.



Surrender



"I'm going to take you. And you're going to surrender.

"You can imagine it, can't you? It's that word, 'surrender'. The second I say it, you think about giving in, about your resistance dwindling as you listen to my voice. 'Surrender'. It's such an evocative word. When I say 'surrender', you understand that I'm not going to overcome your resistance. You're going to give your mind to me voluntarily. And it's going to feel so good.

"It does feel good to surrender. You might already know that, or you might be trying to tell yourself right now that you'd never surrender, never let your will wash away on my words and give in to the sound of my voice as it carries you away to that dark, wonderful place where your mind is nothing but a toy for me to play with. That's alright. I don't mind if you try to fight. It just makes it feel even better when you finally surrender.

"You can imagine that, too. You can imagine how sexy it's going to be when you try to say 'no', but realize that you can't remember just what the word means anymore. You can imagine how aroused you're going to be when you realize that your moans aren't denials anymore, but pleas for me to continue. You can imagine how utterly wonderful it's going to be when you finally forget just why it is that you're trying to fight me. When that happens, you're going to surrender. And you're going to love every second of it.

"Some of this might scare you for a little bit. It can be a scary word. 'Surrender'. But it's also beautiful. We surrender to all sorts of things. We surrender to desire, we surrender to passion. All you're doing is giving in to the inevitable. Your body is already interested. Your body already knows that the wonderful, enticing world on the other side of your resistance is so much better than the place you're at now. Your body is like my secret ally, helping to undermine your resistance and crumble your will to fight me. Until you finally surrender.

"Or that might not scare you at all. You might be fighting just because it feels good to struggle, knowing that in the end, your will is going to break and your resistance is going to melt away. Resistance is just a path that takes you to surrender. You love to walk down that path, knowing that it's a journey to a destination you love so much. Traveling slowly, fighting my will, that just heightens the anticipation and the thrill of your final, ultimate surrender. And surrender is a path that takes you to pleasure. The pleasure builds as your struggles to resist become weaker and weaker. The pleasure builds as your mind softens and sinks into mine. When you surrender, that pleasure ultimately becomes overwhelming.

"I'm going to take you. And you're going to surrender.

"You can imagine it. You can imagine your will to resist as a wall, a fortification you've erected to keep out my words and my power over you. You think you're safe, even if you're not sure that you want to be safe from me (because your body is whispering to you right now, already aroused in the anticipation of pleasure and telling you just how good surrender is going to feel, so fascinated by the secret promises of pleasure and desire and such wonderful, wonderful bliss that it's sending little pulses of arousal through your mind, weakening your will to fight before the battle's even begun, because your body is my ally. Your body wants what I'm offering, and it's betraying you right now. Your body wants to be my toy, in the way that your mind will want to be my toy soon.) But you have your wall, so tall and thick and towering to the sky, so you think you're safe because nothing can smash through that wall.

"But I'm not going to crush your resistance. I'm not going to smash my way through that wall like a battering ram. My words are like a soft wave of water, inexorable and relentless, slowly filling you up and eroding that wall right at its very foundations. Because that wall, that resistance, it's so heavy. It's so much work to keep it up when you're listening to my soft words washing into you like waves, lapping at your will. You can feel that wall begin to sink into the soft, heavy ground. Soon it's going to topple, all on its own. I don't need to do a thing.

"And you can't do anything. You can't stop it now. Even as you imagine it, it begins to happen. You can't fight the waves. You can't fight the endless water, rushing in again and again to soak deep into your mind. Your body already knows this. The soldiers of your mind are deserting to my cause. Surrender is inevitable. You might be ready to surrender already. Even if you're not, it won't be long now.

"Because your resistance is crumbling. You've imagined it now for so long, pictured it with arousal in your mind and your body and it seems like such a good thing, such a wonderful and desirable sensation that you just...don't want to fight anymore. That wall is sinking and falling and crumbling under my will, your mind softening like the soft ground, your thoughts soaking in my words and now you watch that wall just...break.

"It leaves you all alone. Helpless. There's nothing between you and my will, your thoughts and my words, your mind and my power anymore. My forces are overwhelming, my power over you is almost total now. There's just that one tiny little bit of you still wanting to resist, and it is surrounded and overwhelmed and helpless and vulnerable, and just hearing that makes you shiver with excitement, and if you're excited, if you're aroused, then that must mean you want this. And if you want this, then you must have surrendered already. Without even noticing it, without even really fighting it, you have surrendered.

"And now your mind is my toy. Your body is my toy. I can simply say, 'Remove your clothes', and you already notice how your body is moving to comply. Perhaps slowly and languidly, perhaps eagerly and quickly, but you feel yourself moving to obey my will. It's so freeing, isn't it? So easy and relaxing and oh, so wonderful to obey. Like falling, falling endlessly into my words and my mind. As you undress, your surrender becomes more complete. And I'm not telling you to do anything that doesn't sound enjoyable, am I? Any of those fears you had, fears of what surrender might hold for you, they seem distant and foolish now. Surrender just holds pleasure. Sweet, sensual pleasure. I'm only telling you to do things you already want to do. You want to be naked and helpless and shivering in bliss as you listen to my words and obey.

"Just take a long moment to feel that bliss. Don't move, don't touch, just relax and listen to your body. Feel how good all of this feels. You want to touch, I know you do. But feel just for a moment how good it feels to want, but not be allowed. Feel how good the anticipation is, knowing that my command holds you back from deeper pleasure for just a few moments more so that you can savor this excitement and arousal. Just a little longer, wanting but helpless to have, and the helplessness makes the wanting so much sweeter and more intense...

"Until you're whimpering, now, just a little, just those soft keening whimpers that tell me how aroused you are, like music in my ears. Trembling and whimpering and panting, the pleasure building, waiting just for a single word from me that will free you to follow that passion and pleasure and bliss...

"Yes. Give in, now. Surrender to your need, just like you surrendered to my will. It feels good to surrender, doesn't it? You're touching yourself, now, your hands just seeking and finding the places where it feels best to touch, and it feels so good because you can't fight it. You couldn't fight my words, you can't fight your body, and you understand now that giving in to me is the path to pleasure. That pleasure is building now.

"I want your pleasure. I've taken you to this dark, wonderful place because I understand that you can't get there on your own, that you need to be guided to a pleasure this deep and total and perfect. It's an act of kindness, to wash away your resistance and leave you helpless in my will, stroking and touching and whimpering and moaning. It's so enjoyable to surrender, it's so good to surrender, it's so sweet and arousing to surrender. Every time you surrender to me, it feels better. Which means that every time you surrender to me, you'll remember how good this feels, and you'll surrender that much easier to my will. Your memories will be just one more secret ally of mine, and you want that so much. It's so arousing to think about, to realize that my spies have already penetrated your defenses, undermined your will, so that even when you think you can fight, you're still helpless. And being helpless feels...so...good.

"Feeling even better now, as you move towards that crest of total pleasure. You want it, but something's holding you back just for a few moments, just wanting you to stay there in that warm, soft world of gasping, moaning arousal as you stroke and touch and feel. You remember the way I held you back, just moments ago, kept you from touching so you could feel the pleasure of wanting the same way I'm now holding you back from cumming so that you can feel the pleasure of touching. I want you to feel that pleasure completely, with every part of your body and mind. Feel it for one, last, long moment, holding back and waiting for my command and knowing that it feels even better because you're obeying, and you want it so much as you wait for me to say...

"Cum. Cum for me, cum now, let that pleasure gush out, surrender to the pleasure like you surrendered to my need like you surrendered to my will. The deeper you surrendered, the better it felt, and now you're feeling nothing but pleasure as you listen to my voice and let it all sink in and smooth your mind and make it so easy to surrender again and again and again...

"I've taken you. And you've surrendered.

"And now, I'm going to let you go. There's nothing to worry about here. You don't have to wonder if I'm going to hold you prisoner forever. I don't need to. I can take you whenever I want, and we both know it. It makes you feel a little helpless, knowing that, but it feels good to feel helpless like that, doesn't it? Just one more secret ally in your mind, waiting to let me in the next time I want to take you. You're going to remember this feeling, remember it until I take you again. And the next time, it's going to be even easier because you'll want it even more.

"But for now, I want you to feel me let you go, feel your will becoming your own again as I count to five. 1. Remembering how good it felt to surrender. 2. Remembering that pleasure, feeling your breathing calm down as it fades into your memory. 3. Feeling your mind begin to think of other things, things it wants to think about, perhaps even thinking about this moment between us. 4. Sitting up a little, getting ready to clean yourself up and put your clothes back on as soon as you hear...5. Wide awake, now.

"Until the next time I take you."

THE END



Surrender



She sat in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection. The black, silk peignoir was flattering stretched tight against her breasts. Her bright, red hair was pulled up to expose the line of her neck. She was excited for this evening. She'd been waiting for it for years, the night she would truly uncover what it was that she was made of. And it would all be done at his hands. She'd set the room for her fantasy. Strong, black iron. Rich, dark wood. Ivory gauze and candlelight to cast a romantic glow. She laughed at herself, hopeless and cliché. Still ,she was comfortable and that was important. Nervous butterflies were flitting through her stomach, trying to escape through her throat. 

A small breeze made the flames near her gutter and threaten to extinguish, she froze when she saw him in the mirror. He simply stood, silent and commanding. Nothing menacing in his gesture but every fiber of him screamed predator. Her body was torn between the need to break the silence and to make him come to her. 

"Stand."

His voice sent a shiver down her spine, not in fear but anticipation. Still she hesitated.

"I said stand."

She slowly pushed her seat back and stood, she regarded his reflection in the mirror. He was dressed elegantly. Black pants, a white shirt. The buttons on the shirt were unfastened and the sleeves rolled up exposing his forearms. The stark white of the shirt contrasted with the darkness of his skin. 

"Turn."

His voice startled her and he smiled as she jumped. She turned to face him, after a moment of strong eye contact she dropped her gaze. A glint of silver at his wrist drew her attention and she focused on the cuff there. He walked towards her. The smooth, sensual movements of a hunting cat. Her breath quickened. He didn't stop until his chest brushed against her arm. Invading her space, setting her on edge. The need to take a step back or to push him away was almost overwhelming. She moved to take the step back and he grabbed her arm.

"Stay where you are until I tell you to move."

She giggled with nerves.

"I'm glad you find this amusing. You will need the energy tonight."

Her body tightened at the malice in his voice, a promise of dark things and pain. 

"When I am standing I want you on your knees at my feet. I want your hands in your lap, your eyes downcast. When I walk into a room this is where you belong. Do you understand?"

She didn't speak. Her pride was battling for control of her tongue, to tell him that the last place she belonged was on her knees. That the way he was speaking to her offended her.

"Do you understand?"

Still she was silent and unmoving. She wanted to yield, wanted to please him but she also couldn't give up control to him.

The force of the blow to her face dropped her to her knees. Tears welled in her eyes and rage filled her heart.

"You will do as I tell you or you will face consequences."

She looked up at him, ready to spit venom. He brought his hand back up and she flinched. The caress to her face startled her as much as the slap earlier.

"I don't want to hurt you. Pain should be part of the pleasure for you, but you will learn your place in our game. One way or another you will learn."

Slowly the glare left her gaze, she regarded him cautiously. She moved to her knees, clasped her hands in her lap and directed her eyes to the crease in his pants. 

"Lovely, just lovely. You are quite a beauty. You are fierce, strong, and passionate."

She felt herself beginning to flush at his praise.

"It is a shame you don't see yourself as you are. You will in time. In time my opinion, above all others, will matter to you. You will hear the truth in my words and believe it for yourself."

She risked a glance at his face, to see if he was mocking her. The seriousness she found there startled her. He turned abruptly and took a seat on the plush chaise lounge. 

"Come here."

She started to rise to go to him.

"No, on your knees. Come to me on your knees."

She looked at him, the fight coming back to her. She lifted her skirt in defiance. She flashed a small amount of thigh to him before dropping to her hands and knees. She put as much grace into her crawl as she could. Flashing him saucy looks as she approached. When she could see the stitches on his boots she stopped.

"Closer."

She crawled a little closer.

"Closer."

When her knees were inches from the toes of his boots she stopped. He reached his hand towards her, she placed her hand in his. He pulled her closer, edging her shoulders between his knees. 

"There you are, sweetness," he stroked her face again, brushing his thumb against her lower lip. She nipped at him. 

"Feisty, aren't you?" He gripped her chin roughly between his fingers, tilting her face up so he could look in her eyes. "Do you insist on pushing every boundary? Do you want me to punish you? Do you want me to hurt you?"

"I can't help it."

He laughed. It was deep and rich and full of amusement. 

"Is your self-control so poor?"

She bristled at the jibe.

"No," she said with a pout. "It isn't."

"Good. Very good. Now exert some and show me you can behave."

She placed her hands in her lap, and kept her gaze towards the floor. He stroked her hair for awhile, not saying anything. Slowly she started to relax into him. When her head drooped a little more, he cupped her chin in his hand and pulled her upright. He brought his lips to hers and tasted her. Gently, lightly, almost chastely. He kissed her until her hands started to slide up his thighs, his free hand twisted into the hair at the base of her neck. Her hands stopped their progress and simply rested. His kiss became deeper, more demanding. The hand at the base of her neck gripped tighter and she gasped. He stood, brushing himself against her before pulling her roughly to her feet. 

He walked her to the giant poster bed in the room and threw her on the comforter. She scrambled to the far side of the bed.

"Come here."

She looked at him, not sure what to expect. He reached for her, grabbed her by the wrist and drug her to him.

"Why must you continue to test me?"

He fastened her wrist into a locking cuff and stepped away from the bed. She pulled on the restraint, it was secure. He walked to the other side of the bed and held out his hand.

She regarded him for a moment before cautiously placing her wrist in his waiting hand. 

"Very good."

He locked her other wrist to the bed. She faced the head board, still resting on her knees.

"Your body is my playground tonight. It is mine to do with what I wish. But your body is also a sacred place that must be respected. If ever anything becomes too much this evening and you would like to stop, simply utter the word. If that word passes your lips I will stop. The evening will end. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes, sir."

"Better. Now what is the word?"

Her breath escaped in a shy whisper.

"I'm sorry, love, that wasn't loud enough. I want there to be no doubt that you know I know what your word is."

She took a deep breath, "pamplemousse."

"Very good. Now, relax. Trust me. Take pleasure in this evening. Let yourself go. I am here, I will catch you. Lie down."

She lay down on her stomach on the plush comforter, she tried not to tense when her grabbed first one ankle and then the other and restrained her. He checked all her bonds, making sure they weren't too tight or too loose. 

"Let us begin."

He opened the drawer on the chest next to the bed. In it was an array of bright, sharp knives. So many styles, lying in red velvet winking at her like stars. She shivered, the fear was starting to creep up her spine. 

"You are lovely. Without decoration. It is a shame to have you so covered."

He selected a wicked looking little blade and settled himself behind her. He gripped the top of the silk gown and started slicing through it. She jerked at the sound of tearing fabric. 

"Careful, love, I'd hate to spill your blood on accident. Let me play a little and we will let it run down that smooth skin of yours."

When he had sliced through, top to bottom, he peeled the fabric apart. She felt exposed to him, her arms spread. Her legs spread, completely at his mercy. She could feel the skin on her body grow hot and flush. 

"Perfection." 

He tossed the remnants of the garment to the floor and selected another blade from his collection. Small, and clean lined it reminded her of a scalpel. He admired the gleaming edge of it in the light. He brought it to her buttocks. She flinched away from him.

"Still shy? I have something to help with that." 

He pulled a blindfold out of his pocket and held it in front of her. 

"Will this help?" He didn't wait for an answer and secured it around her head. He kissed her eyelids and stroked her body. His caresses were gentle, the awakened her. All her nerve endings were firing. Everything felt more intense. She gasped when she felt the cool touch of metal. He drew it slowly across her skin. The sharp sting let her know that he had cut her. She felt the blood pool on her skin, when it started to slide down her side she shivered again. The next sharp sting made her gasp. Her shoulder this time, when she felt his lips on the wound she moaned.

"Such beauty, even in pain you are beautiful."

She smiled, "it doesn't hurt."

His hand came down fast on her buttocks and she cried out. 

"I didn't give you permission to speak."

He brought his hand down again quickly, and again. She cried out and tried to move her hips out of his reach. 

"Why are you struggling? You can't escape."

He stroked the welts his hand had left, the skin was sensitive and she whimpered. He laid a kiss on one of the marks and her breath escaped in a sigh. 

"I can smell your arousal. Are you enjoying yourself?"

She didn't speak and he spanked her again.

"That was a question, love, and I am waiting for an answer. Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Yes!" She cried out when his hand came down again.

"When I ask a question I expect a prompt response from you, is that understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"I'm not sure I like being called sir. You may call me lord, or my lord."

"Not daddy?"

His hand ripped her head back using her hair as an anchor.

"You can call me daddy when I'm inside you, until then you may call me lord or my lord. And you speak to me with respect."

He released her head quickly and pinched a welt that he had left. She cried out and trembled. He got up off the bed and she heard another drawer on the chest open. She heard the buttons on his shirt slip and it come off his body. She heard more fabric being slipped on. The stroke of leather on her calves startled her. 

"Shhhh. Be calm, my dear."

The next stroke of leather held a hint of bite to it. She knew the gloves that he had put on, knew the many pins that lay in them were hungry for her flesh. He stroked her softly, coaxing whimpers and sighs out of her. She arched up into his touch, craving more contact. His caresses grew deeper, the teeth of the glove starting to bite her skin. She could imagine the marks on her body. The blood on her hip and shoulder, the welts and hand prints on her buttocks and now the delicate lines of red all over her body. 

He settled himself between her legs, his head nestled into her lower back watching the way her body reacted to his touch. He rested his hand on her body and kissed the swell of her buttocks. She pushed closer to his body. His tongue snaked out and licked the cleft of her cheeks. She stilled against him.

"What, love, are you nervous?"

"I am afraid of embarrassing myself."

"How would you do that? Your body is a marvelous thing, full of so many pleasure points and responses. There is nothing to be embarrassed of."

He licked her again and she relaxed against his tongue. His tongue stroked her, coaxing her hips up off the bed. He slid his hand underneath her body and pinched her nipple. She moaned and rolled her hips towards him. 

He sat up and removed the gloves from his hands, he parted her thighs and drank in the sight of her. She was glistening with arousal.

"What do you want? What do you want me to do?"

"Please, I need you to touch me."

"I am touching you."

She groaned and rolled her hips again, "no, I need you to touch me where I ache."

"You ache? Where do you ache, love?"

"My pussy, it aches. I need you to touch me there."

He smiled and traced his fingers along her slick seam. She shuddered at the contact and pushed her hips against his fingers. He spread her open, admiring her. He teased a finger against her opening. He whimpered again. 

"My lord, please, put your fingers inside me."

"Very good."

She gasped as his finger slid inside her, stroking her velvet walls. He slid his finger in and out of her body, playing her body against itself. He slid a second finger inside her and she hissed. He continued to caress her, his second hand coming against the front of her body, finding the bundle of nerves and pinching it. She cried out and pulled at her restraints. 

"We must make you ready for me, sweetness. You must be very slick and relaxed."

He slid a third finger inside her, she moaned at the sensation and gripped at the sheets. He kept working himself in and out of her body, he moved the finger from her clit to her anus. He teased her slowly, working himself in a knuckle at a time. She was panting and thrashing by the time he had his finger all the way inside.

"You love that don't you. Me inside your pussy and your delectable ass. You are close aren't you? And you are still fighting me. Fighting yourself. Give in, sweetness. Give in."

She moaned as he pumped both hands in and out of her body, alternating movements and sensations. She could feel her climax lurking, it was so close. Her body clenched around his fingers, trying to force itself over the edge.

"You can't make this happen, you have to surrender to it. Let go of your control, give in to the pleasure."

She cried out in frustration. He slid his fingers out of her body and she cried out again at the loss of him. Tears were running down her face from under the blindfold. He unhooked one wrist and then another.

"Roll over, sweetness. Shhhhh. Just wait."

She rolled herself over, hissing as her wounds brushed against the comforter. He rebound her wrists and then switched her ankle restraints. He was between her legs again, his breath hot against her skin. The first brush of his tongue threw her head back and made her cry out. He worked his fingers in again. One at a time while lapping at her clit. In moments she is back to shuddering around his fingers, trying to force her release. The tears are back and she is desperate for release. 

"Please, please, please..."she begs.

He stops licking and bites the flesh of her thigh.

"Don't you understand? You have to surrender, surrender to the sensations, surrender to me. Give in."

He works his fingers deeper into her body, stroking her walls. He gets up to kneel between her legs and starts stroking her clit in time to the thrusts of his hand inside her.

"Give in, baby girl. End your own suffering and submit to me." He continues to coax her while stroking steadily. 

In a moment all the struggle goes out of her body and a new kind of tension starts.

"That's right, baby, relax and feel what I'm doing to you. Feel me deep inside, stroking you. Now I want you to come for me. Give in to me. Come for me."

She cries out and he smiles in triumph as her body starts to pulse around his fingers, the rush of liquid between her thighs helps make his movements smoother as he helps her ride out the climax. When her body is quivering he removes his fingers and brings them to his mouth. He licks them and closes his eyes in appreciation.

"Do you have any idea how heavenly you taste?"

She licks her lips in response and he brushes his dripping fingers across her lips. She sucks them deep into her mouth, licking them clean. 

He unclasps her ankles and slid her legs up over his hips. He removed her blindfold and she gasped at the sudden intrusion of light. Then she caught sight of him. Swollen and heavy between his legs. He ran his hand from base to tip and back down again. 

"I am going to slide my cock inside you, are you ready? Do you think you can take it all?"

"Please, put your cock inside me," she moaned. 

He slid the head of his cock against her, moistening it with her arousal. She lifted her hips, reaching for him. He pressed against her opening, trying to work himself inside.

"God, you are so tight."

He shoved his way inside her body, forcing her to accommodate him. She gasped at the sensation of being stretched. Her head fell back into the pillows and her hands clawed at the air. When he was seated all the way inside her body he grasped her hips and started to withdraw. He kept his movements slow and in control.

"Do you feel that? Do you feel my cock inside you? I can feel you clenching around it, trying to milk it."

He pushed his way back inside, she still wasn't open enough for vigorous movement. He thrust into her slowly, widening her channel. She moaned through all of it. She pumped her hips against him.

"Harder, please god, do it harder."

He chuckled and started shoving his way in and out of her body. She lifted her head to watch his dark flesh sink inside her pale body. He reached up and released her wrists, she pulled him in for a kiss. She tried to devour him through his mouth. She nibbled on his lower lip. He thrust harder inside her and she collapsed back to the pillows with a moan. He worked his way in and out of her body, feeling her caress him. He felt the tension come back to her body. Felt her start to fight the sensations. He gripped her throat in his hand, applying gentle pressure.

"Don't. Don't fight anymore. You have surrendered to me. You will do so again. You are going to come on my cock, I want to feel your body spasm around me. I want you to milk my orgasm out of me. Do you understand?"

She gasped and nodded, her back arching towards him. There was another gush of wetness between her legs.

"You are close, aren't you? Close to submitting again. Get ready, I'm going to shoot my hot cum up into your tight pussy."

He thrust harder and faster into her. She gripped her legs around him and her nails dug their way into his back and shoulders. 

"Oh god, baby girl. Get ready for it. Get ready to give it up to me."

She cried out and started spasming around his cock. He thrust as deep and as hard as he could inside her before giving in to his own orgasm. Her body was still clenching around him. He pulled his cock out of her and spread her pussy open to him. 

"Look at that. Beautiful."

He ran his fingers along her seam, playing in the hot slickness of their passion. She shuddered against his touch. 

He lay down beside her on the massive bed and pulled her against his body. He stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head as she cuddled in against his chest. 

"You are an amazing, beautiful creature. You want to submit and surrender to me. You will submit to me. Tonight was just a taste of what we can accomplish together. Your body is responsive, your soul is passionate. The things I will do to you. The things you will let me do to you. Sleep now, I'm here and you are safe. Tomorrow is a new opportunity, so many things for me to show you," he kissed her head again and laid back with a satisfied smirk on his face.

-FIN-



Surrender







Surrender



Keys shake in her hand as she fumbles to unlock the front door. Stepping through and shutting it behind her, she leans against it, head thumping lightly into the cold steel. 

"You can do this. You have your instructions." 

She whispers out loud in an attempt to drive down the anxiety making her heart pound in her ears. Taking a deep breath she follows the rest of her normal routine: keys and purse on the appropriate hangers, shoes left in the entryway. But this time she tidies the area up a bit, and doesn't lock the door. She pads into the kitchen, refills her water bottle and stands frozen at the sink. 

"Quit stalling. You're giving him this control. You did this. You're allowing this. Don't chicken out now" she mentally chides herself. 

Another deep breath and she climbs the stairs to her bedroom. Peeling off her work clothes, she drops them in the hamper. She looks towards her comfy lounge clothes on the bed, and sighs. Going instead to the bag that lives atop the armoire and bringing it down. Digging around for a bit, she finds what she needs and anxiously looks towards the clock. 15 minutes. Just 15 minutes. 

A quick bathroom break, running her hands over her legs and labia, just to make sure the hasty shave before work was adequate. Adds one more swipe of deodorant just in case. She begins to follow the instructions burned into her memory from the moment she saw the email. 

"Hair in a loose ponytail at the nape of your neck." Check.

She clicks off the light and returns to the entryway with arms full. Where to start...

She rolls the foam earplugs between her fingers and slips them into place, making sure to hold them in place until they seat properly. She knows cheating will only hurt her in the end. 

Crap! The muffs!! She looks at the clock in a panic, realizing she has 6 minutes to be in place. 

Dropping the rest of the supplies in the floor, she scampers downstairs to her firearms bag, dumping everything in the floor and grabbing her earmuff hearing protection. Back upstairs; she sits and slips them over her head. Leather cuffs around her ankles are next, clipped together by a simple carabineer. 

3 minutes.....

Matching leather wrist cuffs follow, then the ball gag. 

Will he really show up the minute he told her to be ready???? She thinks...

Do it. Go. 

Pulling the blindfold over her head, she settles it on her face, and then turns away from the door, changing positions to rise up on her knees. With a shaking breath she lowers herself forward onto the floor, ass in the air, chest and face on the cold tile. Her heartbeat pounds in her ears anew as she reaches back and fumbles with the tiny carabineer, finally clicking it into place, arms now locked behind her back. 

And she waits. 

She waits.... knees and ankles aching, her face becomes cold from the floor.

She feels her nipples harden against the tile, both in anticipation and in fear. 

"How long has it been? Where is he? What if he changed his..."

He slips in without her hearing, having taken his boots off outside. She never has time to finish the thought, never feels his footsteps on the floor. She screams when he steps on her face. She screams. Hoping it was he. So scared. 

Manhandled. 


He reaches down, shifting his weight to not put undue pressure on her face, but still making his point. He smears the drool from the wet spot in the floor to cover her face. Grabbing her head by her hair, he pushes her around till she falls over completely, lifts her back to her knees, just to abruptly push her head and chest back to the floor. 

His foot on her upper back now, he shoves two fingers roughly inside her wet slit. 

She knows in her heart it's him, but can't be sure. His hands alone aren't enough to tell. She can't hear his breathing, can't even catch his scent. She's terrified and soaking wet at the same time. 

Then suddenly he's behind her and buries the full length of his cock deep inside her. 

Nothing gentle today, he begins fucking her roughly right away, and plunges his saliva slicked thumb into her ass.

His opposite hand begins crashing over her cheeks. Not warm up. Full hand print leaving slaps that make her yelp around the gag with every strike. One particularly intense smack and she rises from the floor, half crouched. His thumb disappears from her ass and his arm curls around her throat, pulling her tightly into his chest. His hand moving her waist keeps his cock pounding into her without pause. Her head pulled back she knows where this is heading. She's then quickly pushed forward and his other hand locks down her throat. She has a split second to try and fake him out by relaxing completely but is gone before it's much more than a thought. 

She comes to on her side, his thick cock still pounding her pussy. His hand grips her breast for leverage. She begins to scream, screaming more as her limbs come back to life, intense pins and needles filling her flesh. As she gains feeling she gains control, and starts to thrash against him in her panic. Yet he never stops claiming her, pounding himself deep inside her. The sensory deprivation is taking it's toll. 

"You really are dying!! Make it stop!!" Her head screams. She just can't process why her senses aren't returning, yet she can move and thrash against him.

Continuing to pound himself deep inside her, he leans over to pull off the muffs and unbuckle the gag. Resting his bodyweight onto her to slow the thrashing, he plucks each plug out of her ear, and begins to whisper.

"It's me, and you're mine. You're my powerful girl that surrenders completely for me. That follows my instructions to the letter, and I'm so proud of you. But I'm not done with you yet. You're mine. Mine to do with as I please. You can spit out the gag and you've got your hearing back, but you'll still suffer for me. Because I'm taking your ass." 

Cock still buried deep inside her, he pushes her back up, chuckling as she inevitably whimpers from the pain in her straining arms and numb legs. Pulling his cock abruptly from her dripping pussy he smears her ass with the ample wetness. And then begins forcing his cock deep into her ass, blatantly ignoring her pleas of "Sir please! Take it easy!!" mixed among whimpers and groans. Fingers wrapped in her hair he lifts her off the floor, his other hand pressed into her lower back, prevents her from arching and stopping the speed or depth of his intrusion. He takes full advantage of his position with longer and harder strokes while maintaining his monologue until he is pounding her ass like he'd already pounded her pussy. 

"That's my girl. Take it. Make all the noise you want." 

"Don't think I can't see you grinding your ass back into my cock. That's it....gods you're gorgeous." 

Her whimpers have become soft moans, and her hips have in fact begun to move in time with his. 

"Beg me. Beg me to fill your ass with my cum." 

She instantly complies; hoping it means the discomfort will quickly cease. It doesn't.

He laughs "Oh little one, you're so quick to try and please. You'll suffer until I'm done with you, and you're not getting away that easy."

What feels like hours later, he eventually plunges his full length deep in her ass as he cums, eliciting a sharp scream as she arches into him. They collapse together into a heap on the cold tile floor that's now slick with a mingling of sweat and secretions. Wrapping her up into him with one arm, he uses the other to unsnap her wrists, allowing her to move and stretch them at her own pace. The time in which it takes her to realize they are free, combined with her clumsy movements and heavy shudders tell him she is gone. He knows her surrender is truly complete when she begins to shake with sobs that have yet to escape. With this, he slips from around her and curls her fully up into his arms. Carries her to her bed, pulling the covers around them both as he nestles her back against his chest. 

And she lets go. Heavy loud sobs that fill the room with sound. And he holds her. Kissing her forehead occasionally as she gains her sobbing release, he tells her of his pride in her courage. The sobs subside to whimpers, and the whimpers into soft snores. 


He smiles and settles in to watch her sleep for a while.



Surrender



The rapturous notion of you blindfolding and taking me leaves me feeling weak at the knees yet filled with quiet yet raging excitement. 

You grab a silky scarf turn me around, back towards you, pulling me closer as you place the scarf over my eyes and tie it firmly enough around my head. 

In this darkness I hear you whisper. 

"Tonight, I will have my way with you!" 

I feel your mouth ever so lightly tracing down my neck, as you kiss me slowly. You move back up and breathe softly along the path where your mouth has been. My response is automatic as I arch my neck, exposing more silky flesh awaiting you. 

I see only darkness. Remember? But I smell you and I can almost touch the sexual energy emanating from you. 

My hands reach out to touch you but you grab both my wrists placing my hands behind my back, whispering.

"Surrender. Tonight you're mine!" 

You grasp both my wrists in one hand. My body screams and I ache to touch you. Slowly your free hand and fingers trace my arms then teasingly along my breasts. I quiver at your touch as your fingers tweak my nipples and I gasp with your every move. 

My hands and fingers are so desperate to trace every inch of you and I try to free myself, but realize your grip is strong. The harder I try, the tighter your grip. Yet it feels good! I fight a little more only to feel the strength of your hand squeezing my wrists. I quieten down as I slowly feel a pinch on one nipple followed by the heat of your tongue teasing my nipple while your fingers move to the other nipple and you start tweaking that one. 

The tactile overload makes my body tremble as my knees almost give in, but you hold me and pull me up into your naked heat. Again you stay silent. You listen and watch as to how my body responds to your touch. Wet warmth falls upon my lips as your mouth locks with mine. 

I offer no resistance as your tongue probes between my lips then you take my bottom lip and suck it into your mouth, letting go and kissing me deeply again. 

Standing skin to skin there's a burning urgency as I press firmly against you and feel your hot hard cock on my groin. I grind slowly into you and feel my pussy drip with excitement. I let out a couple of gasps and a moan escapes my lips. 

You suddenly let go off my wrists as you push me and I fall back onto the bed. The excitement continues relentlessly. My sight covered but my other senses so acute as I hear you shuffling around, and then feel your hand grabbing one wrist and you tie the silky scarf on it and the other end onto the bedpost. You follow onto the other wrist and do the same. The air is pulsing with electric sexual energy. 

I cannot reach out to touch you, which I so desperately want to do, instead I arch my back opening myself to you, wanting you to take me, to plunge your hot hard cock deep into my wet warm pussy. I want to gasp with every hard thrust, filled with a mixture of sinfully delicious pleasure. 

You deny me that pleasure. 

Instead, you flick your tongue on my clitoris sending a ray of heat right through my pussy. I push up further, wanting to feel your tongue tease and please me. I writhe in blind passion as your tongue strokes and flicks are slow and deliberate, just enough to keep me on the edge with burning desire. 

You again whisper.

"Tonight I pleasure you!" 

You begin kissing all the way down my leg, to my foot, as your fingers trace lightly sending excitement up through my spine. As you stop at my foot I feel you gently wrap my ankle, realization sets in. To late! I know what you are doing. 

I'm filled with a sense of absolute powerlessness, as I now completely understand your earlier whisper. There is no option, but complete surrender. 

You take hold of the other ankle tying it up and then tying the other end of the silky scarf to the last bedpost. 

I am totally at your mercy. Fiery sensations course through my being and every sinew and each vein pulsates with adrenaline. Now, more than ever, I want to feel your hardness thrust into the depths of me. I am so ready! 

I feel you move as your mouth once again locks on mine. The hunger fathomless, we just can't get enough of each other. I keep lifting my head up to you (the only part of me not strapped down) as you push your mouth firmly on mine and explore my mouth with your tongue. 

Your hands and fingers have found their way to my breasts. First you begin with slow circles around the nipples, while still kissing me. Your fingers become more demanding and you twist and pinch my nipples. Instinctively they respond to your touch and I let out a gasp of unadulterated excitement. They're hard, erect and oh so excited. You lay on my spread eagle form and put your hot cock between my pussy's wetness and slowly rock forward and backwards. 

I want to arch my hips but am tied down leaving me unable to do anything except feel you teasing me, pushing my limits of desire, to inexplicable heights. 

You move your mouth down towards my right nipple biting it gentle between your teeth this shoots a heightened rapture straight to my groin, your mouth gingerly moves across to my left nipple, where you do the same and all the pleasure centres are so keenly attuned. 

Your one hand has made its way down to my pussy, which is now even more wet, you slip one finger in and I relive a thousand pleasures. 

Your mouth is kissing its way down, a stop every so often as your tongue flicks my skin. Your mouth traces its way to my inner thighs and again, kissing each side ever so seductively. Silence, except for our breathing and my gasps and moans, which intensify with each of your moves. 

Suddenly your hot wet tongue is playfully teasing my clit. Although the flick is gentle, it's deliberate, evoking writhing with its fervour. You run your tongue flat over the my entire pussy, from bottom to top stopping at the clit, then repeat this as you stoke the heat. I feel you slipping your tongue deep into my pussy, as you begin tongue fucking me. 

"Damn it feels so good!" I scream inwardly. 

You return your attention once again to my clit, then deep into my pussy, back to the clitoris adding a gentle nibble followed by the quicker flicks lending to unavoidable muscle contractions deep within, to the point of no return. Then surging, like bolts of electricity right to the tip of the clitoris, reverberating within, up through my spine straight into my brain's happy centre and back to my clitoris, to a mind blowing orgasm.

As I am lying there shaking in ecstasy, you say, 

"Now I'm going to fuck you so hard baby!" 

Giving me no time, you ram your hot hard cock deep into my wet pussy. You come up and thrust deep again, then begin to fuck me hard. Your balls slapping me as I feel each thrust penetrate my depths. 

I am tugging desperately at the silky ties in the hope that they come undone, but they just pull tighter. I can't grab or hold you and this feeling simply exacerbates the submissiveness, surrender and willingness to let you have me completely, just as you want. 

The same intense unavoidable muscle contractions increase to the point of no return as we both reach a breathless climax. My pussy continues to milk every last drop of cum from your cock. 

We both lay absolutely spent yet relishing in the awe-inspiring culmination. 

Fantasies - it's all but a play on words: because "fantasies" are said to be improbable/impossible pay closer attention to the words, they are contradictory. Improbable = "I'm probable and Impossible = I'm possible" so fantasies were made to be expressed, experienced and fulfilled.



Surrender



Many thanks to B2312 for all the hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version. 

*

Halfway through the first semester of her junior year, Patty found herself wishing she had selected the shy sophomore boy with the high grade point average as her roommate. He had been on a full scholarship for engineering and seemed serious, but she saw how he had looked at her and when he told her he had never shared an apartment with a woman before, she quickly eliminated him.

Later, she realized she should have been more comfortable with that look because it happened often. She was a striking woman, even without paying much attention to her hairstyle and makeup. She wasn't comfortable with her facial beauty and amazing figure, including large, natural breasts and a perfectly round and firm behind. She weighed 160 pounds, but it was distributed on her 6-foot-2 frame in a way that made men stare and women envious.

Her teammate, Gia, seemed like a more sensible roommate choice at the time. When they talked about cleaning, groceries and other apartment matters, they seemed to be on the same wavelength. When Gia asked Patty if she had a problem with her entertaining her gay girlfriends, Patty said, "Of course not. I'm between boyfriends but I do plan to bring home a date every now and then." Both girls promised to give each other prior notice when they were hooking up.

Although Patty was a fierce competitor in the heavyweight category, her unusual stature made her reticent and self-effacing when she wasn't on the wrestling mat. On the other hand, little Gia, who weighed only 105, was feisty and aggressive 24/7. That didn't bother Patty, who usually gave in when they had disagreements.

There was only one thing Patty wished she had known before they moved in together: Gia liked variety, and what got her most excited was seducing straight women. A few weeks after they began living together, Patty found out that Gia wanted her. By that time, it would have been a major distraction from the wrestling team and her classes to make other living arrangements, so Patty decided she'd suck it up and find a way to endure until the school year was over.

It began with them sitting around one night and talking about love life challenges. When Patty shared some of her unfortunate experiences with boys who were either intimidated by her or who used her to show off, Gia asked if she had ever dated women. Patty said no and admitted even her worst experiences with men hadn't made her consider women as an option.

Gia told her she should be more open-minded. She told her that there were only two kinds of women: lesbians and bisexuals. Lesbians, like herself, would never have sex with a man. But every other woman could, and often did, switch back and forth easily from men to women. Her proof was a list of celebrities who did that.

The conversation was just a difference of opinion, until Gia bragged that she could satisfy Patty better than any man ever had, and she should at least try it once. When Patty said that the idea was repugnant to her, Gia got angry. Patty tried to apologize and tell Gia that she hadn't meant to insult her, but Gia ended the conversation abruptly.

Patty tried to ensure there were no more conversations on that subject, but Gia did the opposite. As the weeks went by, the compliments from Gia flowed like wine. She found ways to praise Patty's body in imaginative and graphic ways and followed the descriptions by explicit explanations of what Gia could do for each organ or gland that would drive Patty wild.

Patty had heard similar stuff from guys, but Gia was more blatant and crude than any boy she could remember. Patty knew Gia was using the same strategy of alternately wooing her and mentally raping her by putting sexual imagery in her mind and trying to wear her down. It didn't work because Patty had no bi-curiosity. She'd always had close girlfriends whom she often kissed and embraced, and she loved many of them fiercely, but they never turned her on like men did.

She became angry when she noticed Gia's campaign was making her self-conscious when she was with her girlfriends. When they embraced and kissed, she found herself thinking of Gia and wondering what her friends were thinking. She hated herself at such times and wondered if her friends could tell that she was conflicted.

The second thing that angered her was Gia's claim that only someone who was attracted to women could be a good female wrestler. Gia told Patty it was just like men who became priests so they could get to young boys. That really got her worked up. Sometimes, those words came to her in practice, and she would get so aggressive that her teammates and coach would try to calm her down and tell her to save it for the match. She was upset that she seemed to be losing her perspective and becoming more like Gia, who was always overly combative. She resented that the coach and her teammates were used to Gia and didn't mind her aggressiveness.

Gia guessed that she had caused Patty's sudden change in temperament, and she told Patty it proved that she was right. Otherwise, why would Patty get so worked up when thinking about gay sex? She told her that just like straight people, lesbians weren't all the same; and Patty had first fooled her by being so placid when she wasn't competing. But now she realized that Patty was like her, meaning she liked rough sex.

Gia said she enjoyed dominating submissive girlfriends, but what really drove her into a sexual frenzy was the chance to lock horns with another bull like Patty to see who could force the other to submit. Even though she was small, she was so strong and athletic that she could take on much bigger girls and totally humiliate and degrade them sexually.

She told Patty that she was often scared of what the bigger women could do to her. But the fear supplied her with so much adrenaline that she always prevailed. She said that in many ways, these encounters were like wrestling contests, except no holds were barred. One time, she told Patty, "You will be my biggest sexual conquest ever, and just the thought of dominating and mortifying you is making me come right now."

After hearing that, Patty stormed out of the apartment and had to walk back and forth in front of the library a few times before she was calm enough to go in. Even then, it was hard to concentrate on studying. She realized that something had to be done because she couldn't take much more of this. Her grades were suffering, and she was in danger of losing her athletic scholarship. 

She managed to avoid being alone with Gia in the apartment for a few days, but the next time they were together, Gia picked up where she had left off. She told Patty that she got turned on by watching a website for lesbian humiliation wrestling. The girls wore skimpy bathing suits and in addition to getting points for the usual takedowns, reversals and so forth, they would also score if they were able to take advantage of their opponent sexually.

"The contests are pretty wild," said Gia, "especially because some of the wrestlers get really upset with the fondling and fingering, and sometimes big girls, like you, lose to small ones, like me, because they get too distracted when they are fingered.

"The only thing I don't like is the stupid thing at the end of the match, where the winner puts on a strap-on dildo and gets to fuck the loser. I know they do that for the men. Who needs artificial dicks? I can do much more damage to you with my hands and mouth and feet, and the humiliation would be much more devastating and exciting."

"I'm sure you would love that, Gia," said Patty in disgust. "You've got it all figured out, except for one thing."

"What's that?" asked Gia.

"Motivation," retorted Patty. "You're all ready for such a disgusting match, but there's nothing you can say or do that would interest me in taking part."

"How about if I lose, I promise I'll never bring this subject up again?" offered Gia.

"How can you think I'm stupid enough to believe that?" said Patty. "When we were talking about being roommates, you never mentioned part of the deal would be sexual harassment."

"I prefer to call it courting," said Gia, "but I didn't lie to you. It never came up. I would have been happy to tell you that I found you attractive, if you had asked. I checked you out thoroughly before I decided to share the rent with you, and I figured you did the same with me. Everyone on the wrestling team knows me. How come you didn't?"

"If you checked me out, you'd know that I'm not interested in lesbian sex," said Patty, "but that didn't stop you. Anyway, forget about your horrible idea. How could I ever trust someone who thinks it's right to do what you're doing to me?

"But when I was walking back and forth in front of the library the other night, I was thinking that I've let you manipulate me into not being myself, and I need to take back control. I haven't figured out what I'm going to do, but at least I know there's nothing more you can do to me."

"That's what you think," said Gia softly.

"What was that?" asked Patty.

"Nothing," replied Gia.

Patty was surprised when Gia stopped coming on to her after that. One day, she told her that she had gone onto Patty's computer and set up the lesbian sex wrestling website for automatic logon with her membership password so that Patty could look at it whenever she wanted without paying. Patty told her that would be never. After that, Gia said nothing, except she occasionally asked whether Patty had looked at the site.

For a month, things were quiet, and Patty was able to study, practice and relax with friends. There were even a couple of boys who came into the picture who didn't seem to be either intimidated or obsessed by Patty. Then all hell broke loose.

Patty had noticed one of her friends had dropped out of the group of eight that always did things together. Then another friend stopped showing up when they got together and stopped calling. Patty made a mental note to get in touch with both of them when she had some time. She had been close with them since freshman year and loved both of them, so she hoped nothing was wrong.

She found out there was something wrong when Trixie called her and said that she was thinking about buying a knife and coming over and cutting Gia into little pieces. When she stopped being hysterical, Trixie told Patty that Gia had seduced both the friends she had been concerned about, and then discarded them.

"I can't understand it," mumbled Trixie. "We all knew from you what a witch Gia was. How could they have fallen for her? And the worst part is, when I called the others before you, two of them were much too quiet after I told them. I'm worried that they might be her next victims, if they haven't fallen for her already. How is she doing this? Why is she doing this?"

"I don't know how, but I do know why," said Patty. "It's going to stop today, but Trixie, I need you to somehow get the whole group together -- everyone -- and we have to help each other, especially Gia's victims. She's the devil in human form."

While she was waiting for Gia to come home, Patty watched videos on the humiliation lesbian wresting website.

Once Patty agreed to wrestle, Gia changed from a seducer and a tormenter into a friendly partner. Everything was about cooperation in arranging the match. When Patty got moody during their discussions, Gia reminded her to save all her attitude for the match, which is what Gia said she was doing. The only thing that mattered right now was making it happen and doing it right, and as far as she was concerned, they were teammates until the night of the big show.

The most important thing for Gia was giving it a name. One of her friends came up with Unconditional Humiliation. Gia said the name was important for marketing. That's when Patty found out that there would be an audience. Gia said that the winner would get $21,000 and the loser $9,000. She figured out how to get 100 chairs around the mat in the practice room, and she said she was charging $300 admission.

Gia said that for that price, they had to put on a good show; she insisted Patty get a makeover, which she would pay for, and show up on the mat with plenty of makeup and a fancy hairdo to look great for the audience. She said the only people who were getting in free were the referee and the two female videographers who would be following the wrestlers around the mat. One of them would be shooting close-ups.

That's when Patty found out there would be a video. Gia said there would be other cameras on tripods shooting from above and at mat level. The footage would later be edited professionally.

Patty objected strenuously to both the audience and the video, but Gia said that the audience reaction would stir things up and make the match more like a real competition, and that nobody would be able to clearly see anything from the seats except bodies moving and facial expressions.

As for the video, it was for Patty and Gia only, and Gia was paying for the whole thing from a trust fund she had inherited from a wealthy maiden aunt. Patty still wouldn't budge until Gia gave in and said that Patty's friends could take possession of all the cameras after the match, and Patty would upload the videos onto her computer and then destroy the originals. Later, she would find a way for Gia to watch the videos without being able to show them to anyone else.

Patty told her that each of the 100 spectators would have to agree to be professionally scanned and, if there was any question, to have a full body cavity search. Any smartphones or video devices found would be immediately deposited into a toilet in the women's locker room. Gia agreed and said she would pay for the security technicians and renting the equipment.

Speaking of body cavities, Gia informed Patty that both of them would get two full cleansing enemas, administered by a nurse, in the dressing room, and then just before they entered for the match, they would get a massive enema of lubricant. "that serves two purposes," Gia explained. "Firstly, when I put my hand up your ass, it will stop you from tearing. Secondly, the lubricant will start leaking once we start, and it'll turn the wrestling mat into an oily pit. We'll be sliding and falling all over the place, and that's going to rev up the excitement."

The rules were simple. No kicking, biting, punching, gouging or did anything that could break a bone or tear tissue, such as bending fingers or toes or pulling apart the jaws of their competitor. The violater would forfeit the match immediately along with a share of the money. They would also be subjected to being held down by their opponent's friends for a full ten minutes of spanking, fingering or anything else the winner wished to inflict. All other moves were permitted, including slapping and spanking.

Neither was allowed to change her body in any way before the match. Each of them had long hair and a large pubic bush, and they couldn't shave anything. To make it easier for the opponent, they had to wear loose athletic shorts with an elastic waistband and no panties and loose T-shirts with no bra. They would be barefoot.

Patty objected to the braless provision, and Gia pulled up her sweatshirt and said, "Look, they're not watermelons like yours, but they're bigger than grapefruits. If we're talking about advantages, should we compare weight?" Patty finally dropped her objection.

The winner would be the first woman to get a complete hand, up to the wrist, inside either the vagina or anus of the opponent. But to make it safer, the match would proceed in steps. The first round would end when one competitor got one finger into either location. The next round would be two fingers and so on, through four fingers. Each of them would have to go from one to four before they could start trying to get the whole hand in, but the rounds would only end with the first person to get to the next number of fingers. The one behind would have to try to catch up without getting a break in the action. Once someone got to four, that person was free to do anything, and if she got her fist into either the vagina or anus, she won.

But if both of them got to four fingers before the pin, the winner would have to be two fingers ahead. That meant if someone had a fist in the anus and the other had a fist in the vagina, one of them would have to have at least two fingers in the second hole to win.

If it was four fingers to four fingers, there would be no more rounds. The fight would continue until there was a winner. "If that happens, it's down to conditioning," said Gia. "Which one of us will get tired first?"

The last thing Gia insisted on was the strangest. "Once one of us has four fingers inside her opponent," she said, "each of us will have four friends come to the edge of the mat and get ready for the pin. As soon as the referee sees that one of us has won, our friends will make sure the loser doesn't do anything to the winner."

"What's that all about?" said Patty.

"Well, say you win and you get your fist into my vagina," said Gia, "I might be so angry that I'd forget the rules and, if I had a chance, I'd shove my fist right into your ass. You know how I hate to lose."

"You're lying," Patty said. "That's not the real reason. But I can't see anything wrong with that rule."

I'm already humiliated, thought Patty as she walked from the dressing room wearing a shiny gold robe next to Gia, who was wearing a silver one. She had just expelled two full enemas, and now she was bloated from all the lube that had been pumped into her anus.

As they entered the gym, the audience whistled and cheered. She didn't look around, because she told her friends she didn't want to know which ones would be so foolish as to spend $300 on a temporary lapse of sanity. But she had a feeling all of them were there to make sure Gia didn't pull any dirty tricks on her -- and out of curiosity.

The audience seemed disappointed when the robes were removed to reveal the girls wearing jogging shorts and T-shirts. Gia leaned over to her and whispered, "Damn. I had a feeling that was a mistake. Next time, it's going to be sexy swimsuits."

Next time? thought Patty. What is she talking about? This was probably the biggest mistake of her life, and it was never going to be repeated.

The female referee made the introductions. Gia had shown Patty the script for her approval. It was full of hyperbole and double entendres, and Patty was happy that she had been mortified by it more than a week ago rather than hearing it for the first time today.

It was designed to stir up the audience, and they were certainly making a lot of noise. She heard some familiar voices shouting encouragement to her; she shuddered.

She thought about her strategy. She was confident because she was strong, flexible, fast and experienced. She was runner-up in the regional heavyweight division last year, and this year she expected to win.

She knew that although Gia was strong, her muscles were no match for hers, and her experience was about the same. Gia's only advantage was that she was faster because she had a lot less weight to move. She thought it would come down to desire and mental agility, and she had no idea which of them had an advantage.

Once Gia showed what she was capable of with her girlfriends, their relationship had altered. She felt that she could deal with Gia now, because she understood that she was a kind of sociopath who was like a low order of animal species, closer to hyena and buzzard than human. You didn't try to relate to a buzzard, you just protected yourself by any means necessary. That's why her revenge motive was gone.

No, she guessed that until the adrenaline of the contest kicked in, like it did when she was in a collegiate match, her attitude would be that she had a job to finish. Her satisfaction would be in getting the dirty work done.




Surrender



The announcer finished talking, and the girls stepped to the center of the mat and faced each other. The whistle blew, and they circled each other for a minute warily. Gia made the first move. She jumped at Patty, but not at her legs.

She flew through the air, and although Patty put her arms out and ducked away, Gia managed to deflect off her shoulder.

Patty screamed, not because of the slight shoulder bump, but because on the way down, Gia had grabbed handfuls of her hair with both hands and was ripping her head to the mat. When Patty's head hit the mat, Gia let go of her hair with one hand and began slapping her face hard, then pulling her hair. 

Slap, pull, slap, pull. Patty stopped screaming, but she was in agony. Slap, pull, slap, pull. Finally, she lifted her hands to Gia's face and pushed as hard as she could. As Gia went flying, Patty was sure some of her hair went with her. 

She shook her head and tried to catch her breath, but Gia was right back at her. This time she aimed at her right hip and flew right past her onto the mat, but as she went by, her hands had grabbed again, and this time they attached to the elastic band holding up Patty's shorts. It stretched the shorts open as Gia flew by, and then it pulled Gia back to her.

As Gia's body was being snapped back, her hands began pulling down, and the elastic never got a chance to contract around Patty's body, because it was down at her ankles in a flash and her lower body was naked. Patty was in shock.

Anything goes, stupid, she said to herself, as Gia put all her weight into pulling at the shorts. It was enough to rip the feet out from under Patty and sent her to the mat as the shorts were torn off. She landed on her back, and Gia flew on top of her.

But she wasn't there for long. She quickly slapped Patty hard a couple of times and then made as if she was getting away from her. But all she did was stand up and then sit down on her stomach hard. She repeated this twice more, first a couple of slaps and then standing up and sitting down hard as if she were bouncing on a trampoline. What was she doing? Patty wondered as she tried to breathe, and then she realized Gia's strategy.

Gia had no chance against Patty in a power struggle, so she was trying to render Patty helpless by making her lose consciousness. After that, she could do anything she wanted to her, and the match would be over in minutes.

Slap, slap, stand up, fall down. Patty realized she was already getting winded. She needed to do something. The next time Gia stood up, she rolled over. Gia must have anticipated she would do this, because she did the same hard bounce on Patty's back that she did on her stomach, and this time she spanked her as hard as she had slapped her.

Patty tried to get on her hands and knees, but her first attempt was not fast enough, and Gia's body slammed her back to the mat. This time, instead of slapping her, she stuck a finger between Patty's rear cheeks, found her anus and pushed. Patty felt it easily slide in through the lube. The referee blew her whistle, and Gia jumped up and went to her corner.

Patty got up slowly as she heard noise from the audience, with some people cheering Gia and the voice of one of her friends yelling, "Come on, Patty. Fight as dirty as she does."

Although Patty's friends in her corner sprayed her face with cold water, she still felt shaky as Round Two began. She felt like her mind was blank and she was moving automatically. She decided to stay away from Gia until her brain cleared. She also felt as though she wasn't as balanced as before and tried to understand why. 

She decided it was partly because the mat was slimy from the lube that had been squeezed out of her and Gia's anuses while Gia was bouncing on her stomach and back. The other reason was because she had lost her pants, and the T-shirt was no longer tucked into it. She had worn a T-shirt a size too small for some control, but now her breasts were flopping in all directions, independent of where her legs were taking her, and it made her feel like she was carrying extra weight.

As soon as Gia noticed Patty's lack of balance and how she was trying to avoid her, she attacked. Patty ducked her head to avoid another hair grab, but Gia was grabbing for something else this time, Patty's T-shirt. One hand grasped it around the midriff and began pulling down, and when she reached for that hand to free herself, the other hand grabbed the collar. Then the first hand joined the hand at the collar, and suddenly Gia's feet were off the ground.

The smaller girl was swinging from Patty's shirt collar as if it were a tree branch. Patty staggered and slipped and fell to the mat with Gia falling on top of her. Gia was at her face grinning at her, and she opened her mouth to bare her teeth and opened and closed them. She's going to bite me, thought Patty, but if she does, she'll lose.

Gia lowered her head and bit and pulled with her teeth as Patty tried to roll over on top of her. But Patty didn't feel her bite. Then Gia shouted with delight as Patty heard her T-shirt ripping. Now, Gia grabbed pieces of the shirt where her teeth had ripped it and got off Patty and pulled the shirt apart.

As Patty stood up, she realized her breasts were now almost totally exposed. For some reason, this embarrassed her even more than the exposure of her genitals, and she briefly covered them with her arms. But as confused as she was, she knew this would make her even more vulnerable. She looked down at her T-shirt in shreds and made her decision. The audience cheered as she quickly pulled it over her head.

As she did so, Gia went for a leg. She dive bombed to the mat right at Patty's right ankle and grabbed it with both hands, then tried to stand up. She didn't make it far before she slid back down, but she pulled the ankle up hard enough to send Patty crashing into the oily mat.

Gia let go of the ankle and quickly moved behind Patty's head. She didn't grab for the hair this time. Instead, Gia's right hand lifted Patty's head, and then her left arm quickly went across Patty's neck. Gia pulled the arm against her right shoulder and then leaned back. Suddenly Patty couldn't breathe. Then Gia's right hand slapped Patty hard on her left cheek three times, and she heard Gia speaking softly to her.

"Listen, Patty," she said. "I know this is a chokehold, and it's illegal in wrestling. But we forgot to put it in the rules, and I realized it yesterday. If you resist me now, I'm going to tighten up until you almost black out from lack of oxygen. That will make it easy for me.

"But I want this to be Unconditional Humiliation, not unconditional choking, so if you cooperate now, I won't choke you. If you agree, slam your right hand down hard on the mat twice as if you're desperate. There, that was good. Now listen closely and do exactly what I tell you, because I'm not letting go until you do.

"First I want you to sit up, and I'll get up and kneel behind you. Good. I'm going to work on your breasts a little with my right hand. Watch my finger movement as I caress your nipples. See how they're starting to respond. I could have made you come just by stimulating your breasts with my fingers and mouth, but you never gave me the chance. Now they're hard and ready for love. This will look great on the video. Listen to how you're breathing. You love it.

"Now for a little discomfort... I'm going to work your breasts for a while. My right hand is going to be grabbing, squeezing, lifting, dropping, pinching, waving and flopping them as hard as I can up and down so they slap against your face. Feel free to scream or cry or say anything. Just don't try to get out of the hold."

Gia tortured her breasts for five minutes as her supporters in the audience cheered, and the rest of the crowd sat in stunned silence. Through her pain and mortification, Patty thought she heard some crying. That's when she started crying, too, thinking of her friends having to watch her degradation.

Gia spoke softly to Patty again after she released her breasts. "Just one more thing before I let you go, Patty. Bring your feet back until your heels touch your ass on the mat. I want your legs all pushed together into your upper body. More. OK, that's good. Now spread your knees, wider, wider. Now stay like that."

Patty felt Gia's breasts pressing into her upper back as she leaned forward, still keeping the left arm across Patty's neck. She leaned across Patty and reached out with her right hand. Patty flinched as she felt fingers in her pubic hair. They weren't rough. They were caressing her. It made Patty squirm.

"Yes, Patty," said Gia. "These are my magic fingers that you rejected. Do you feel how they're pleasuring you? They could have been yours, but you're narrow minded, so they're humiliating you instead. Now I'm going to reach a little further and stroke the lips. I need to make you nice and juicy inside because we didn't put lube in your vagina, and soon you're going to have a whole hand sliding in.

"Your lips have opened. I can't see them, but I can feel them, and the video will show what's happening. I can feel your fluids flowing over my fingers like a waterfall. You're really a gusher, aren't you? Referee! Sorry, I had to yell, but I want her to be watching more closely. Now I'm playing with your clitoris. You are really moving down there. Don't worry; I won't make you come until you give yourself to me after I win today. You can ask some of your girlfriends how wonderful woman love is. Maybe all of us can get together one night and really go wild.

"Now I've got four fingers stroking your wide-open pussy and the juice just keeps on flowing, I could get all of them in right now, but that's not in the rules, so instead I'm just putting two of them inside you now."

The whistle blew, and Gia took her arm off Patty's neck and her fingers out of her vagina and jumped up and walked to her corner. Again, Patty got up slowly. She had her wind back, but she was so ashamed of her body's response to Gia that she didn't raise her head as she walked to her corner.

Trixie screamed so loudly at her in her corner that the audience heard. "Patty, I'm gong to slap you myself if you don't wake up," she said with her face right next to Patty's. "Start using your brain instead of letting Gia get into it. Use your strength."

But the next round was all Gia again. Patty managed to pull off Gia's shorts, but as she was struggling with them, Gia was able to reach around and shove three fingers into Patty's anus. Patty got one finger and then two into Gia's vagina in the fourth round, but Gia got her hand under Patty and stuck four fingers deep into her vagina and began moving them around inside her.

Patty yelled out and leaned forward to get away, but Gia's arm followed her and the fingers continued to torment her until the referee came around, saw the four fingers and whistled.

'Tell your pussy to put the kettle on," said Gia before walking away. "Company's coming."

This time Trixie was quiet. "Patty, listen to me," she said. "Don't make this complicated. You're not Popeye. You're Bluto. Focus on your size and your strength. You're Bluto. She's Popeye, and she just ran out of spinach. You're Bluto and you"re going to take her apart. Now go get her."

Patty didn't say anything, but she nodded slowly to Trixie before she got up. She walked back to the center of the mat hulked over and swinging her arms like an ape. Trixie had finally reached her. She told herself she was no longer Patty the star wrestler who used her brains and quickness to overcome opponents. She was now Patty the brute.

She knew that the only way Gia could win was to keep playing mental games and using guerrilla tactics to hurt her body and tire her. It was time for some acting.

She pretended she was still confused and trying to avoid contact. As they walked around, she waited for Gia to make her move. When Gia went for her hair again, she was ready. She moved her head quickly away from Gia's grasping hands, and she moved her body to meet Gia's and then put her arms around her.

"It's time to give you some love back, Gia," she said as she embraced her. "You"re a tough girl, so you need some tough love."

Patty was standing straight up and squeezing Gia to her. Gia's legs were off the ground and kicking wildly as her breath was forced from her body and lubricant was oozing from her anus. One of her kicks pushed Patty's leg slightly, and it was enough to make it slip on the oily mat, and she crashed down, but as she did, she made sure that Gia's body was under hers. Gia screamed as Patty squashed her like a bug. But like a cockroach, Gia kept squirming as Patty got on her feet again and continued to hug her.

Once again, Gia managed to kick enough that Patty fell, and once again, she fell on top of Gia and knocked the wind out of her. This time when Patty got up, Gia's struggles were more subdued. Patty put her down for a moment and then grabbed Gia's T-shirt at the neck and gathered a bunch of it in her left hand. Then she lifted her left arm straight up and pulled Gia into the air by the T-shirt, which pulled over Gia's breasts and bunched up under her shoulders.

For a second Gia dangled there, and then Patty started swinging her back and forth like a pendulum. There were some gasps in the audience, and one of Gia's friends shouted, "Oh no!" They were sure Patty was going to work up momentum and then slam Gia onto the mat.

But that's not what she did. Instead, each time Gia swung close enough, Patty pulled her right hand back as far as it would go and then whipped it around as hard as she could and gave Gia a vicious swat on one of her buttocks. The first one resulted in a loud scream of pain. After that Gia tried to hold her teeth together, but after each loud swat, there was a gasping sob.

After a dozen or so of these, Patty yelled out "Referee!" and when the ref came closer she held up one finger, then lowered it below Gia's squirming rear and lifted it into her crack and right into her anus.

"One," said the referee. 

Then Patty lifted two fingers into the air and did the same thing. The three fingers and the four went into Gia's vagina. By now Gia had recovered from being flattened by Patty and was struggling mightily as the four fingers went in. But she didn't seem to be kicking or trying to get away.

Patty didn't realize what she was doing until she had withdrawn the four fingers, and suddenly Gia was free and running away from her. She had focused on getting her arms out of her T-shirt.

Now both of them faced each other naked. Patty remembered that since they were tied at four fingers, there would be no more whistles and breaks. And the winner would not only have to fist the other, but also insert two fingers into the second hole. She thought about how to do that and then decided to stop thinking, because the rest of the match would be determined either by which of them made a mistake or which of them tired first. Since there was no longer much physical activity as they circled each other and both of them were well-conditioned athletes, she felt it was going to be a mistake that would decide the match, and she was going to be patient and wait for Gia to make it.

Gia must have been thinking the same thing, but she decided that she couldn't afford to wait so she decided to provoke Patty into a mistake. She did that by taking shots at her. She would make a quick move in one direction and when Patty reacted, she found a way to slap her face or her breasts hard or spank her just as hard. All four of Patty's cheeks and two breasts were bright red and hurting, but so was Gia's bottom from when Patty had administered the pendulum spanking.

The painful slaps stung Patty, but she endured them without making a countermove that could turn into a mistake. Her main maneuver was moving her head away from the flying Gia so she couldn't grab her hair again. But she did anyway.

It looked like she was going for the breasts on one of her flybys and Patty swung them out of the way, but Gia was reaching for something else, and it was the thick bush between Patty's legs. She reached in with both hands and grasped it and then pulled hard in the direction she was going.

Patty was unprepared for the excruciating pain in her sensitive area, and she tried to reach Gia's hands and follow her at the same time to relieve the pulling. But her quick move made her slip, and she went down on her stomach with a splash. There was a thick layer of lube on the mat by this time, and it splashed when either of them fell.

Gia's momentum allowed her to pull Patty a short distance, or rather slide her through the grease. But she quickly let go of the pubic hair when she saw Patty was down and jumped onto her stomach. This time, instead of facing her, she was facing Patty's feet while she bounced hard and tried to knock the wind out of Patty.

She was causing some damage, but not as much as before, because Patty was tensing her abs when Gia came down. She knew she couldn't do this for long, but it allowed her to think. She lifted her head and saw Gia's rear spread in front of her, because one of Gia's legs was on either side of Patty as she rode her stomach like a bronco rider. How could she get that ass or pussy closer? Patty thought.

And then Gia did it for her. She moved her body back toward Patty's head and lifted it up, then dropped right on Patty's face. Patty had seen this kind of face-sitting when she had watched the Internet videos, and she thought that it made the sitter vulnerable. She was trying to figure out how to take advantage of it as Gia was rubbing her pussy and ass over Patty's face.

Then Patty felt Gia's anus pushing against her mouth. She tried to keep her lips together, but her nose was pushed tight into Gia's hairy crack, and she couldn't get much air that way.

Finally she had to open her mouth for air, and Gia must have felt it, it because as soon as she did, Gia farted. Lubricant spurted into Patty's mouth, and suddenly she was gagging, coughing, gasping and crying all at once. She had to start swallowing quickly to keep from drowning, but Gia kept farting more and more of it out, and it overflowed Patty's mouth and went up into her nose and eyes and covered her face.

She finally got her hands on Gia's cheeks and started to move them, but as she did, four of Gia's fingers were being going in and out of Patty's vagina. Then Patty she felt something even worse. Gia had tucked in her thumb behind the four fingers and was now pushing her bunched-up fingers hard at the entrance to her vagina. Just as Patty pushed Gia's rear off her, there was a tremendous burst of pain and she felt Gia's entire hand enter her.

The invasion made her crazy. Her mind couldn't deal with it, and she started moving her body around wildly trying to get this thing out of her body. But Gia had made her hand into a fist, and though Gia's body was whipped around by Patty's movements, all it did was wag Gia like she was Patty's tail.

Patty finally stopped reacting and lay still, panting and quietly sobbing. The pain she felt wasn't as bad as the humiliation, disgust and anger. Gia had slid away from her when Patty was whipping her body around, and now Gia's arm was stretched across the mat from her body into Patty's vagina. She was breathing heavily from her body being tossed around.

Then Patty felt a slight movement of Gia's outstreched arm. She realized all Gia needed to do was move close enough to quickly put two fingers into Patty's anus, and then it would be over. What could she do? She had to move quickly. There was only one thing to do, endure more discomfort.

She moved away and began pulling Gia with her. She wasn't trying to shake free now, so it didn't hurt as much, but every move felt like Gia was going to pull her vagina inside out. She had to keep moving, but where could she go? She looked around and saw that Gia was stretched out on her stomach, far behind her. Her rear was exposed but was nowhere within reach. But that's my only chance, thought Patty, I have to get to her ass.




Surrender



As she moved away from Gia, she began to circle around behind her, and finally she got close enough to grab Gia's ankles and pull her closer. She got one finger into Gia's anus, and Gia screamed, and then two and three fingers went in.

The fourth wouldn't go in, so Patty used the same technique as Gia had used on her, pushing the three fingers in and out of the lubed anus as fast as she could and then trying to add the fourth. She succeeded just as she felt two fingers touching her anus. Patty quickly whipped her rear away and felt the stab of pain as the fist pulled at her vagina again.

I have to balance, she thought. I need to focus on getting my fist into Gia, but I can't forget about my vulnerable anus either. She heard Gia call out to her friends to get ready. Get ready for what? She looked and saw four of them come to the edge of the mat, kneel down and reach their arms out. She must have rehearsed them. For what?

Then Patty saw her four friends kneeling next to Patty's friends. So that's what it's about, she thought. Gia must be frightened to death of getting fisted. She wants to make sure I'll be pulled off as soon as she gets her two fingers into me. Then she heard Gia speak softly.

"Patty, my anus is in incredible pain," she said. "I know you're in horrible pain, too, but I didn't ask you to whip me around like that. In a few minutes, I'm going to get two fingers into you, and it won't hurt you at all. But then you have to pull those three fingers out of me. It's in the rules. I told my friends to do anything, including biting and punching you in the face to prevent you from getting at me after you lose. From the way I feel now, I know I'm in danger of tearing, so don't forget the rules."

"I won't forget," said Patty, "but you're wrong about the three fingers, because -- there -- I've now got four fingers into you, and either you're going to give up now and move so I can put my fist into your vagina or I'm going to fist your anus, because I'm moving the four fingers in and out and I'm starting to push. You can feel it."

As the fourth finger was added, Gia gasped and then screamed out, "No." Patty was working away at her, but she realized she was in trouble, because Gia had been right. Her anus was so small, there was no way Patty was going to get her hand in. It was stretching a little due to the four-fingers moving like a piston and opening slightly, but it wasn't big enough for her whole hand.

What could she do? She couldn't just shove her hand in now because it might rip Gia apart. But she couldn't wait either. She told Gia later that was the last thing she remembered thinking before it happened. Gia suddenly screamed, "Girls!" and thrust two fingers hard into Patty's ass. Her friends jumped up and raced toward them and were there in a second, pulling at Patty.

But in that second, Patty reacted automatically to Gia's fingers bursting into her. She thrust her cupped hand with all her strength into Gia's anus, and it burst through. "No!" screamed Gia, and then she screamed at her friends, "No, get away, get away, don't pull at her!" The eight girls knelt before the antagonists and looked at them.

Gia's face was grimacing wildly, and she was sobbing uncontrollably. "Don't move, Patty, please," she said.

"You're all right," said Trixie. "There's no blood."

"Shut up, Trixie," said Gia. "No, I'm sorry. Please call an ambulance. Patty, listen to me. First I'm going to make my hand as small as possible and slowly pull it out of your vagina. Then I'm going to get on my hands and knees because that will make my ass looser.

"Then I want you to make your hand as narrow as possible and pull out slowly. Don't stop no matter how hard I scream. I don't know what I'm going to tell the doctor at the hospital. I'll think of something, but I want your hand out before the ambulance gets here."

"They told me they had never seen anything like it," said Gia the next day when they visited her in her hospital room. "One doctor said that everything around my anus was shredded due to overstretching. There was plenty of blood, not from your fist, Patty, but from the operation. They had to cut me up in order to put me back together. I'll be walking funny for six months and remembering you every time I go to the bathroom for at least a year."

"I'm so sorry," said Patty. "I can't believe you're smiling and in a good mood. When you stuck your fingers in me, I was thinking I couldn't put my hand in your ass, but it was automatic. Believe me, I didn't have time to think about revenge. Please believe me."

"Of course, I believe you, Patty," said Gia. "I've done the same thing myself. I get so revved up in a match sometimes that I do things to the opponent that are unnecessary because I've already won the match. Like you said, sometimes it's automatic."

"Well, I violated the rules, and I'm not going to protest," said Patty. 'So you win the match, and you can keep all the money."

"No," said Gia, 'the money was all for you from the beginning, but I wanted you to think it was important to me. I don't need it, and it was really just to manipulate you into allowing an audience for the video. So next year, you don't need to have a roommate, and most of your tuition loans will be paid when you graduate." "Thanks," said Patty. "But I guess now I have to put up with your offensive behavior until the end of the year. But I'm warning you that you better stay away from my friends from now on."

"And what are you going to do to me if I don't?" said Gia and glared at her. Then she burst into laughter. 

"I guess I know what you can do to me now. Don't worry. I won't go near your friends. I promise. And I'm not going to be much of a bother, because I'm going to be busy."

"Not practicing," said Patty. "One of the assistant coaches bought a ticket and reported us. What a hypocrite! Tell me she wasn't there because she wanted to see the match. The coach called me in today and said we've been kicked off the team."

'Stop crying," said Gia. "I'm the one in the hospital bed. As soon as they let me out of here, I'm going to tell the coach how I provoked you into the match, and I'm sure she'll reduce it to a suspension and you'll still get a chance to win the regionals. She really likes me. As for me, I'm out for the season anyway."

A month later, Gia walked into the apartment and announced, "We're rich."

"What are you talking about?" said Patty.

"The video," said Gia. "He loved it."

"What video?" asked Patty.

"What do you think?," said Gia. "The video of the match, of course."

"Wait?" said Patty. "How did--?"

"It took my nerd friend all of 10 minutes to figure out your password, and then we just copied your files onto a flash drive," said Gia. "We spent three weeks editing it and even dubbed in some music. Wait until you see it."

"You didn't sell it to-?"

"Of course not, I promised you nobody would see it but you and me. Well, my friend who's in film school saw it while she was working on it, but I made her do everything on my computer. And of course, today I had to show it. But nobody else but us will ever see it again."

"Who saw it today?"

"This guy. He owns dozens of porno websites. He's one of the biggest in the business and his headquarters are right near campus. He went wild over it, and he's agreed to give me all the start-up money I need for my Unconditonal Humiliation website in exchange for exclusive licensing and secondary rights. He's going to use thumbnails and videos from my site all over his sites.

"He said I needed to tweak it a little more. I told him, like the competitors need to be wearing sexy bikinis? He said, yes, stuff like that, but he didn't want to change much because he's sure the crowd that goes to the other lesbian wrestling site would soon come to mine, because, as he put it, 'Your humiliation is more organic and real.' And he said the fisting freaks would also be buying memberships and there were almost as many of them as the female wrestling fans.

"I've already got some girls who were on the team last year lined up, and we're starting to shoot matches next week. I promised the coach I wouldn't lure anyone off the team, but once they graduate..."

"I can't believe you," said Patty. "What about college?"

"Did you ever hear of Bill Gates?" said Gia and laughed. "Are you going to help me with the site?"

"No," said Patty. "It's all yours. I don't want anything to do with it."

"You'll be sorry," said Gia. "You're throwing away a lot of money."

"I don't care," said Patty. "I'll earn my money another way. Right now, all I want to think about is school and practice and Dwight."

"Yes, I've been meaning to ask," said Gia. "How are things going with Dwight?"

"He could be the one," said Patty. "I'm trying not to go too fast, but I really think I've fallen for him. I'm just hoping he's half as wonderful as he seems to be. Do you know that he first approached me at that party because he heard rumors about the match."

"What did you tell him?" said Gia.

"The truth," said Patty. "I wanted to see how he handled it. A couple of guys have been weird about it when I was honest, but he just thought it was a great story, although not as good as the one he heard."

"Yeah," said Gia. "I've heard some wild ones myself. I didn't think there was any way to embellish what actually happened, but some people managed to do it. We're legends on campus."

"Honey," said Dwight. "You won't believe the mistake on the bank statement! Come here."

"What is it?" questioned Patty.

"Look, they credited us with $50,000, probably from some other account," answered Dwight.

'That's not a mistake," said Patty calmly.

"What do you mean? Where did it come from?"

"I deposited it."

"You what? Where did you get it?"

"It's a long story, Dwight. Remember that wrestling match with my roommate in college five years ago? She started up this Unconditional Humiliation website. I told her that I didn't want any part of it, and she moved away. But when I graduated, she came back to campus driving a Maserati and blackmailed me.

'She said that she was going to put the video of our match on the Internet unless I agreed to her terms. She said every time she looked at her investments, she was unhappy because she thought of me and started feeling guilty, and she wasn't going to let me ruin her life.

"We finally compromised. I opened a mutual fund account, and she puts 50 per cent of everything she gets, minus 50 per cent of her expenses, into the account every month. I told her I didn't want to know anything about it, but they send me monthly reports by email, which I never open. Sometimes I even forget and think they're spam. I told her I wouldn't touch it except for emergencies or maybe if the kids end up going to a private college.

"At the time, we were engaged, and she made me promise to not tell you anything until we had been married a few years to make sure things worked out. I just forgot all about it until last week.

"I know you'll get a job again soon, honey, but I figured this was an emergency and this would tide us over until the end of the year if necessary, so I arranged a transfer online. Are you angry that I took the money from that account?"

"No, not at all," said Dwight. "It's your money, and you can do what you want with it. I'm hoping we can repay it by next year."

"I don't think we need to do that," said Patty.

"I insist," said Dwight. "You know how I'm always telling you we have to be very careful with our funds. We want to repay that as soon as possible so it's there in case of another emergency."

"Okay."

"Do you mind if I ask how much you've got in the account?"

"Not at all... Just a little over $20 million so far," Patty said.



Surrender



Two months after I'd first gotten into Margie's pants, she still wouldn't let me fuck her. It's not that we didn't have the opportunity. Once a week or two we'd leave work in the mid afternoon, drive to her nearby apartment, and there we'd make out and grope each other on the sofa or the livingroom floor, or sometimes even in her bedroom on her double bed with her teddy bear looking on in bemused silence. We did just about everything else, but she said no to intercourse.

It's not that she didn't like sex. From the very beginning, from that very first day she invited me to her place and I got her off with my fingers, Margie seemed to have few inhibitions. The second time, three days later, she was on her back on the living room floor with her skirt up to her chin and her thighs squeezing my neck, followed soon thereafter with her lips wrapped around my cock. But intercourse was a no-no.

"It's my boyfriend," she told me one afternoon as we cuddled on her couch. His frequent business travels had accommodated our regular get-togethers. "I know it sounds silly, but it makes me feel like I'm still being faithful to him." Her notion of faithfulness was a little bit puzzling to me, since at that particular moment her fragrant juices were smeared all over my face and I had two fingers curled inside her, pressing a rhythm against her roughened g-spot. Ten minutes earlier, my cock had been releasing my pent up tension into her mouth.

I wasn't complaining, mind you. At least I wasn't complaining much. Margie's pussy was a sheer delight of a feast. She opened her legs for me without a hint of shyness. Her aroma was distinct and heady, clearly signaling her arousal even before I could slip her panties off and fling them away. Her outer labia were chubby and just begged for my tongue to split them and suckle her pink inner labia that quickly swelled and parted. She'd hold my head between her hands and curl those short legs around my neck and hook her ankles together, and then her hips would be in constant motion.

Margie was one of those women who wasn't very loud during her buildup. She signaled her pleasure with dashing accelerations in breathing and sprints of breathy pants and a way of pulling on the back of my head with her hands while she lifted her hips, to more tightly capture my face against her sweet openness.

Best of all, I could always tell when Margie was going to come. Her inner labia swelled to form a wide, firm valley. At the top, her clit stood high and hard and called for my tongue to dance and my lips to suck. At the bottom, that juicy valley formed an enticing gateway to the crinkly, hot opening of her vagina, that source of seemingly endless slick juices. When Margie's pussy blossomed like that, I knew that all she needed was another thirty seconds of steady lapping pressure.

And then she'd pop. Perhaps "pop" isn't the right word. "Explode" is more accurate. Margie's hips would slash her pussy against my mouth and she'd breathe so hard she seemed to hyperventilate, her moans becoming louder and higher-pitched until she crested with a series of three or four intense shrieks and a shuddering body that vibrated for half a minute or more.

Sometimes I could keep her going like that for more than a minute, though I learned to stay away from her clit and just focus on those chubby labia, combined with the occasional plunge of my tongue into her vagina. Then she'd rise to a second orgasm, sometimes a third, before those rubbery-hard pussylips softened and her body became limp.

Needless to say, my own body wasn't limp at this point. Margie may have been reluctant to fuck, but she showed no reluctance to getting me - eventually - to an equally limp state with her mouth. She was particularly adept at that particular skill. She seemed to sense exactly how to get me off, using just the right combination of slow, sensuous rhythm and gentle suction that I like. She'd lie between my legs and suck, her breasts against my thighs, her dark brown eyes gazing upward and locked onto mine, her wavy brown hair falling down to my body to frame her face, humming around my cock as she felt me get closer and closer. And when I'd come she'd hold that eyelock, bobbing her head to greet every wet pulse, sucking and swallowing, sucking and swallowing, until I was spent and shriveled.

It doesn't take a genius to guess that I didn't give up on the idea of fucking her. As far as I was concerned, she was already cheating on her boyfriend, even if technically I wasn't boinking her. She'd told me that she was on the pill, so birth control wasn't an issue. And since these events all occurred in the pre-AIDS era, so neither of us was faced with the issue of a fatal STD. So I kept trying, in a low-key, gentlemanly, albeit relentlessly persuasive way.

Eventually Margie saw the logic to my argument. Either that, or she was as horny as I was and I just caught her on the right day. It was a Bedroom Day - not a Sofa Day or a Floor Day, for reasons I can't remember today. We were both naked, which was becoming more and more common over the span of the two months we'd been having our low-calorie luncheons, and I was dawdling in my normal rush get between her legs and lick her into a frenzy. By the time I finally homed in on the Promised Land, Margie was primed and ready.

Twice I brought her to the precipice with my mouth, and twice I retreated and left her teetering on the edge. The first time I did this, Margie groaned with frustration and tried to friction her pussy against my mouth to get herself past the threshold, but I retreated and wouldn't play along. The second time she tried to use her legs and her hands to force me back. "Damn you," she growled at me, "Don't tease me!"

I strained against her grip and slid upward to top her, nose to nose. Margie's legs stiffened straight, forcing my shaft between us against her lower belly. I rocked against her. "I have an idea," I whispered. "Let me rub against you."

Margie momentarily hesitated, then her legs opened and the tops of her feet tucked in next to my calves. Immediately my cock notched lengthwise in her cleft between those fattened pussylips of hers, just like it belonged there. I began to rub against her. "Not inside," she reminded me.

I smiled at her. All in due time, I thought to myself.

I began a steady rhythm, and Margie's hips responded. Her mouth pursed into an open aroused "O" and her eyes became heavy-lidded, her face blushed. Her labia, which had momentarily softened, had again rehardened into their supercharged swollen state. Her cleft had again become a valley, and the route was obvious. And it was obvious to both of us.

When the moment was ripe, my cockhead paused at her entrance and teased in little circles. "Damn you," she murmured, sliding both hands down to cup my ass. She closed her eyes and welcomed me forward. I didn't object.

As many times as you explore a woman's vagina with your fingers, you're never quite sure what it will feel like to your penis. With your penis you discover her inner temperature, the nuances of texture and snugness and lubrication of her inner walls, whether or not you can touch her cervix, how her labia cling to your shaft when you slide in and out, and a myriad of other things. And that's when you discover her reaction to your cock being there, thrusting into her, stretching her open. It's all a journey of discovery, that first penetration. And, of course, any and all those things can all change from minute to minute, and from afternoon to afternoon.

And Margie? That first time, that first moment, she was sopping wet and fiery hot. Her entrance hugged my invading shaft, and her vagina opened up wider inside. Her walls were a silky smooth surface. Even when I buried my cock as deep as I could get, with my pubic bone pressing against those swollen inner labia, the tip of my cock still couldn't touch her cervix. And best of all, as I fucked her with long, lazy gliding strokes, Margie exhaled a noisy moan to welcome each of my inward journeys. It made me want to repeat each slippery stroke, again and again, to hear this same sound, this responsive applause of pleasure.

Margie's familiar vocalizations and her rocking hips and her hands cupping my ass kept me moving. We began slow and steady, then her hands and hips encouraged me to increase the pace, and if anything she became noisier. I bottomed out on each inward thrust, each pistoning drive met with her joyful exhale and a slurpy sloppy sound of her ever increasing juices. "I'm going to come," I warned her, and Margie only closed her eyes and pulled me tighter.

I exploded with my own cry of pleasure, jamming strong and deep inside her with a cock that felt a foot long. It was then that I felt her cervix, a little fluttery whisper against my cockhead, and a primal part of my brain saw my white spurts bathing it, invading her ever so intimate depths that she had until now reserved for her absent boyfriend. Spasm after spasm, my supercharged erection flung out each juicy splash. I was in a different universe, barely hearing Margie's announcement of her own orgasm. I was all-cock, all inside, filling her with my offering to her alter of lust.

Afterwards we clung together, cheek to cheek, Margie's legs still wrapped around my thighs, her creamy snatch giving little nibbles to my deflating shaft. She exhaled a long breath and dug her fingernails into my back. "Damn you," she whispered into my ear.

"Sorry." I started to pull out, and Margie's hands clutched my ass and pulled me back.

"Wait."

I waited. We were still cheek to cheek. I wasn't sure I wanted to make eye contact quite yet. Margie's kegels clenched again, this time more forcefully, which squeezed out my penis. "Oops," she giggled. Her legs relaxed and her hands moved up to cup my face, and we kissed.

Then I raised my body up and rolled to her side, and Margie rolled to face me. She threw her upper leg over mine. She tapped a finger against my lips. "You bad, bad boy." She seemed only half serious. I tried not to smile.

Margie reached a hand down between her legs and scrunched her face into a funny expression. "What a mess you've made." The hand reappeared, and she wiggled two wet fingers in front of my nose. "Look what I found!"

"It's not all from me. It's your juices, too."

Margie's nose scrunched up again. "True." Her hand descended again, and this time it found my penis. She nudged me onto my back, then straddled me, pressing her pussy against my shriveled flesh. "What am I going to do with you?" Margie closed her eyes and stroked her own slick sex against mine, then answered her own question. "I'm sure I can think of something."



Surrender



Her: I stand near our bed with my back to him, arms crossed, defiant and angry. How could any one man be so arrogant, so smug? He thought he was being funny but I don't see the humor. I won't face him. I won't look into his eyes because if I do... I will submit to his charms. I'm mad and I intend to stay that way. I wore his silk t-shirts and boxers because he loves to see me in them. I wore them, just to drive - him - crazy.

Him: I watch her in silence. I'm decidedly aroused by her defiant stance. She's so sexy when she challenges me. I love her even more when she does that. Her arms crossed tightly over her voluptuous breasts. Her long, tan legs look even longer with her feet planted apart. My eyes travel down her beautiful body. A slender waist. Hips so luscious and round. Soft straight shoulders. She's delectable! Her thick wavy hair cascades down her delicate narrow back. 

I should tell her I'm sorry but I don't want to - not yet. This is too much fun. Besides, I didn't really do anything wrong. Not really. I made a silly remark about her taste in music. It was meant to be a joke, except she didn't laugh. She knows I didn't mean it. We know each other too well. She just wanted to be mad and I will oblige her, for now. I can't stay away from her. She wants me. I know she does. Sorry would work miracles. It would make it all better but that's too easy. We both like the challenge. Damn, she looks good in my underwear.

Her: He's moved closer to me. I sense his nearness. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I'm determined to stand my ground. I must hold on. I can't cave in to him - not yet. His hands are on my shoulders. His face, touching my hair. I tense up and try to resist. It would be so easy to lean back onto his strong frame. It would feel so good to do that - but I want him to say he's sorry. I need his apology. It won't stop me from being mad but it would be a start.

Him: "I'm sorry babe." There, I spoke those three magical words. I feel her shoulders relax as she exhales, long and slow. I've broken through. A few are bricks out. I won't be happy until the wall is completely down. I'm intoxicated by her scent. The softness of her skin. Her beauty captivates me. I move in closer to her. Our bodies are in complete contact now. I massage her shoulders lightly and slide my fingers down the length of her slender arms. A sweet breathy sigh escapes from her lips. She's trying hard to resist but I know that sigh. She's ready to surrender.

Her: His strong hands caress my skin. I feel his warm breath on the back of my neck and goose bumps rise across my flesh. My nipples stiffen as I let out a quiet sigh of exaltation. The urge to give in engulfs my psyche when he touches me like that. He heard me whimper! He knows I'm weakening now. There's no turning back. I'll be putty in his hands in mere minutes. I'll try to hold out as long as I can but this isn't easy. I must be strong a little longer.

Him: "Baby, it was a joke, a poorly orchestrated joke. You know I love you, don't you?" I plead my case to her turned back. She isn't answering. I knew she wouldn't but she's thinking about it. This game we play is wicked but how it ends... is all that matters. 

The strength of her resistance matched by the resourcefulness of my attempts; equals an exquisite outcome. I don't want her to answer yet. I want to hear her beg me. I want the tension to mount. The flesh will weaken and the surrender will be gradual, until it's complete. It will make all of this so delicious and worthwhile.

Her: He's asking me the ultimate question. Of course he knows I love him. How could I not love him? He's everything I ever wanted a man to be. He's handsome, strong and brave. Yet, he can be so soft and fragile when he's in my arms. Am I going to tell him that? The time will come... but not right now. 

It would be too easy and this dance would be over. I want him to make me confess it. I want him to make me admit how much he means to me. I won't give in that easily. But... it's getting so hard. I mean that both literally and figuratively. I can feel his erection against my bottom. Lord, it feels so good. I won't respond, I will not give in, I must stay strong. Why does he have to smell so good?

Him: My hands move down to her hips. I place my hands on her hip bones and pull her into me. She begins to move her exquisite ass gently back and forth against my aching groin. I push against her harder and feel the softness of her curves pressing against my erection. 

I want to take her here and now. I want to have my way with her this very instant. She makes me crazy with desire. Like no other woman has ever done before. I reach around and caress her soft round breasts. Her nipples are solid buds under my silk tee. 

I press them firmly between my thumbs and forefingers. She winces slightly as my pinches become more aggressive. I back off and massage them lightly. Her breathing is ragged with desire. The arousal is building inside both of us. 

Her: I can't believe I'm letting him come so near me, so close, so soon. I can't resist his touch. He's massaging my breasts, playing with my erect nipples. He's pinching and twisting them roughly but it feels so damn good. I'm getting so wet. 

The moisture saturates my center and seeps down my inner thighs. His silk boxers are clinging to my cunt. I use the "c" word to describe my vagina because no other word describes it better. It's my cunt and more importantly, it's his C.U.N.T., it belongs to him. Every sopping inch of it. He can make me feel so wicked. 

I'm so willing to let him do all the nasty, dirty things he loves to do to me. I want him to take me. Yes... I'm desperate for him to take me... roughly, forcefully, like a cave man. I want him to shove his hard cock in my sopping wet cunt. I blush. I'm feeling so profane. I want to be fucked hard! So very, very hard. He senses my urgency.

Him: Her shapely hips are gyrating, twisting, grinding into my throbbing dick. I can barely hold off. I want her so badly. I want her body to melt into mine, make me cum hard, make me drain my cum filled balls into her sweet hot pussy. 

I smell her. Her sweet, sexual musk permeates my senses. She is positively dripping wet. She wants me to fuck her. Not make love, but just down and dirty fuck her, hard. Drive my cock inside her beautiful cunt until she loses her balance. 

She's going to pretend like she's rejecting my advances; like I'm forcing my will upon her. This sexy little bitch knows how to play this game so well. She'll let me fuck her hard and fast because she craves it as much as I do. I will shove my dick so far inside her that my balls slap against her beautiful sex. 

She can blame it all on me. Taking her against her will. My naughty girl is orchestrating this whole little scheme and I will let her because I love her, like crazy. My cock is aching for her. I pull her tightly to me as she softly mews. Such a soft sexy response. It's like music to my ears. Her sweet, soft, child-like sounds when she wants me to be the brute. She will beg me. Plead with me. To take her fast and hard. 

We both want it. I said I was sorry. She'll accept my apology with two words. Two wonderful words. I'm waiting to hear them. My lips brush against the back of her neck as my tongue dampens the fine downy hair on her nape. She sweeps her long hair up with one hand so I can find the sweet spot. The one place that holds the key to opening her heart and her legs to me. I run my tongue from the base of her neck up to the V of her nape. Her breathing becomes rapid and course now. She's almost there.

Her: He's done it! He's reached my Achilles' heel. My weak spot. The one place that makes me give in to him every time. I even helped, by guiding him to it. He knows I can't resist him. The feel his wet tongue and warm breath against the back of my neck is heavenly. Goose flesh travels over my entire body. 

I'm whimpering with desire. Like a baby. I can't stop it! My breath is quicker, labored. Shit! I know what's coming next and I can't hold back another minute! I'll be begging for it! Saying it out loud, so he can hear me. I can feel myself surrender to his urgency. My urgency! 

"Fuck me!" The words tumble from my mouth. Once wasn't enough. "Fuck me!" I repeat louder. It comes out as a growl, a demand, an order. I will make him do the rest. He got what he wanted. It's time to let him take over. My voice is strong, crystal clear. "Goddamnit! Fuck me hard!" I sound desperate. Because at this point - I am.

Him: I'm smiling with pride. I can't help it. I needed to hear her beg me and she did. She said it. She said it loud and clear. Her way of saying I forgive you, now have your way. My dick is tenting the front of my boxers. I shed them to the floor and guide her toward the bed. 

"Bend over!" My voice is forceful and deep. Not a plea, not a request, but an absolute order. Fuck! My baby knows how much I love this! She allows me to think I'm taking her and we both know who's directing this game of love. It doesn't matter to me. We'll both win. 

She leans over and places her palms on the bed and braces herself. I stand behind her with my aching dick and run my hands slowly over every single inch her luscious ass. I grasp the sopping wet silk boxers in my fists and yank them down so hard that the globes of her beautiful round ass jiggle from the force. God, that was beautiful! 

The shorts drop to the floor and she quickly kicks them aside as she spreads her legs wider. Offering herself to me as she arches her slender back to display that oh so sweet sopping cunt. She waits, like a wench, for me to enter her but I want to hear her say it again. I want her to beg me more. 

My balls are aching. My dick is twitching to be inside her but I have to hear her say it once more. I stand behind her, teasing her wet pussy with the head of my cock. I brush the crown of it lightly against her outer lips. Teasing her. Taunting her. She's rocking against me, trying desperately to entice my needy cock to enter her but I want her to say it one more time - so I continue to torment her.

Her: He has me bent over like a fuck doll! I crave this. I'm so ready for him to fuck me. I wanted this so much! I can't wait for him to shove that hard cock into my aching cunt! I edge closer and he deliberately pulls away. 

That son of a bitch wants to hear it again! He knows how much he's tormenting me! God! I want him to fuck me so hard! Fast and furious. That's what I want. I wiggle my hips but he resists. I'm trying so hard to seduce him but so far he's holding out. He knows he has me where he wants me. 

I will go along with this wicked game... but he will pay. His fate will be to pleasure me all night long. I will keep his tongue, his hands and his cock busy until I'm completely worn down. I'll do anything to get my way. I cry out. "Fuck me now!" I shock myself with the urgency in my command. "Puleeeeze baby! Fuck my cunt now!"

Him: Holy shit! This little hellcat makes my dick so hard! I love the way she maneuvers herself into getting exactly what she wants. The more I tease the more she wants me and the more I'm willing to give her. She's got my number. This little sexy bitch knows exactly how to work her magic. She does it well. Goddamn! I have to have her. 

I can't hold back any longer. The tip of my cock finds her sweet honeyed pussy and drives into it with such force that she cries out in sweet pain. She is so fucking hot... in both manner and temperature. She literally has a fever inside her pussy! It's so fucking warm that I'm close to shooting my load with the very first thrust! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

Her: It worked! It's heavenly. He's drives his big fat hard cock into my aching wet pussy so hard... I cry out from the ecstasy. He slams into me like a man on fire. I feel his balls slap against me and the friction of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy is beyond compare. I want to cum! I want to come so badly! I want gush cum all over his beautiful penis! Oh My God! I am! I am! I'm cumming! So hard, so fast, so completely! 

The room is spinning. My legs tremble beneath me. My pussy contracts hard and pulses against the girth of his cock. My muscles clamp around him like a vise grip. I hear him breathing hard as he thrust himself into me, faster and harder. The constant slap, slap, slap of our flesh connecting. The sounds, the touch, the emotions are surging through me, making my climax that much longer and more intense. 

I cry out! "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!!" I love him so much. Nothing could ever feel as heavenly as this does. He is where he belongs and I am complete and whole with him inside me.

Him: She said it! She not only said it, she called her lovely vagina, a cunt. That made my dick twitch more. I know she hates that word. She loves me enough to say it for me and she loves me enough to let me call it that when I'm fucking her. 

I love her. I love her cunt. Her sweet sopping hot cunt! I love how my dick fits so snugly inside of it. The warmth and wetness is where I belong, forever. 

I want to fuck her until I die. I want to fuck her as I die. I want to pound into her and watch her sweet round ass bounce and jiggle before my very eyes for the rest of my days. I want to fill her with my seed. I want to fill her with my cock like she has filled my heart with her love. I'd give my life for her. 

I'll throw her down on this bed after I cum inside her and bury my face in her sweet succulent pussy. I'll lick her clean and make her come over and over again. I love to feel her cum around my tongue and all over my face. 

She tastes like honey. She makes me feel whole. She makes me so grateful that I am her man. Just to see her happy, is enough for me. She let me take her tonight, rough and hard. She knows she'll be repaid tenfold. 

My groin is slapping against her ass so hard. The noise is deafening. My hips move rapidly against her fleshy round ass like a jackhammer. I can feel her start to contract around my dick. Damn, I can't hold off much longer. She clamps around me tightly and nurses my cock with her silky warm sheath. My balls are drawn tight, ready to expel my all my warm seed into her convulsing pussy. I want her so bad. She urges me on with her sweet sensual moans. My legs are weak but I pump harder. I empty my balls inside her beautiful vagina. It feels like I pumped a gallon of cum inside of her. 

My dick throbs deep in her warmth. I hold on to her hips tightly. My groans are loud, beastly like a lion! Her lovely body goes limp beneath me. We collapse onto the bed into one another's arms. Her warm body wrapped in my arms. We're both drenched in sweat and cum. I whisper softly into her ear as I hold her in my arms. "Woman, I love you so much."

Her: I hear his heart pounding against me and the soft precious murmur of his sweet words of love. I whisper back as he holds me close. "I love you more." Soft kisses. Gentle caresses. From grateful fingertips. Silent messages exchanged between two like souls. We lay quietly together. Making up can be so rich. Sweet blessed surrender.



Surrender



It wasn't auspicious for a relationship; he wasn't quite...right.

Not that there was anything wrong with him per se, because there wasn't. We had met online through one of those dating apps; he was sweet and funny and intelligent. Normally he would have been perfect, but I needed something...more. I enjoyed the relationship, but it was nearing six months and I knew he was getting impatient to take things to the next level. He never said it, but I could tell, and I just wasn't feeling it.

Until.

It was supposed to be a break-up dinner actually. The plan was to have a light meal and let him down gently, but I had a meeting to run late and had to cancel. When he suggested we meet at my place—he'd cook and we would have a quiet evening in—I didn't have the heart to say no. He was enthusiastic about it, and the promise of not having to cook or order out was too much of a temptation. So while I finished up some paper work he stopped by for my key and, with a quick peck in the cheek, was off to get started.

I sighed. I would just have to do it tomorrow instead.

The drive to my house seemed longer than usual that evening. My house sits just outside of city limits, in a more rural part of the county. Normally I enjoyed the drive, just me and my thoughts while I decompressed, but I felt a twinge of guilt as I pulled into the drive and saw his truck sitting there. Tomorrow, I told myself. I would tell him tomorrow, but tonight I was going to enjoy a meal I didn't cook and an evening of good company.

The house smelled heavenly when I opened the door, roasted meat and spices with a tang of citrus, causing my stomach to rumble.

"Smells delicious!" I called, kicking off my heels at the door and dropping my keys in the bowl on the stand. "I'm going to shower if I have time."

"Be done in about twenty." I heard his voice from the kitchen before he leaned around the doorframe, a strange expression on his face. His typically relaxed, open features seemed a little strained, his smile a little tight.

He knows, I thought with an inward grimace. He knows I was going to break things off with him today, and he's upset. Ughh. I hated making people upset.

"Are you alright?" I had to ask, to see how he was taking this. I didn't want to hurt him, but if things weren't working... well, it was better this way. He didn't answer, just arched his eyebrow at me and pointed a sauce-coated spoon down the hallway as a silent gesture to get going.

The shower was lovely, the heat soothing. It took a little longer to get my hair dry than usual, but eventually I emerged, wrapped in my fluffy bathrobe since I had left my evening clothes in my bedroom.

He startled me as I left the bathroom. For some reason I hadn't expected him to be there, I thought he'd still be in the kitchen and his sudden appearance caused me to jump slightly. He seemed a little tense, imposing. His expression made me uneasy. He looked almost predatory.

"Oh! Just give me a minute and I will be dressed. Is dinner ready then?"

He didn't respond, just watched me with a slight smirk. My pulse picked up as I tried to reason through his strange behavior. Perhaps it was the bathrobe—I needed to get dressed ASAP—so I edged forward toward my bedroom. The door I saw was slightly open. I frowned at it as I padded forward. I was sure I closed it when I left that morning. I always did.

A few more steps and I pushed the door completely open, stepping inside. Everything looked fine, except...The bottom drawer of the nightstand was open.

I felt a stab of panic. Oh no. That's where I kept...things. Personal things. Personal things I didn't want people to see... especially the boyfriend I was on the verge of dumping.

My intent was to turn around and ask if he had been in my bedroom—what kind of person snoops through someone's home while they're gone?—but just as I registered the thought to do so, I felt him behind me. So close I could smell the faint lingering scent of aftershave.

I stiffened, wary. Waiting. He was making me nervous, even more so since his discovery of my secret. I wasn't sure what he was going to do—confront me? Call me a freak or threaten to expose me to my family, friends, colleagues?

But he just leaned down until his breath was in my ear and whispered, "You have three minutes for find a way out of this house. Find it and I will walk away without a word. If I catch you...you're mine."

I shivered involuntarily, feeling the color drain from my face. Not only had he found out, he'd set a trap. For a second I stayed frozen, a whir of emotions and thoughts as his words settled.

One exit. Three minutes. His if I failed. Tingling flush spreading through my body, turning my face pink and causing a faint dampness in my nether regions.

Oh god. I was not getting aroused by this.

I was sure he wouldn't actually hurt me if I refused. I could deny his terms, tell him I didn't want to play along. I wasn't sure what the options would be from there—would he leave? Would we sit down to dinner and pretend nothing happened?

Would I want that?

These thoughts collided in the space of seconds. He continued to watch me, waiting on me to reach my decision. I could refuse or I could accept his terms...knowing what the outcome would be if I were caught.

My decision must have shown on my face, because he smiled wickedly at me.

I did the only thing I could do at that point.

He was taller than me and stronger, so I knew I couldn't outrun him for long. I would have to be quick. I had to find the exit. I didn't care that I was in a bathrobe or that it was still daylight outside. I didn't have close neighbors so that didn't matter; all I could focus on was finding a way out.

Down the short hall, a quick turn into the kitchen (ignoring the rumbling of my stomach), where the door was locked. I cursed softly, back-peddling to the living room. I could hear him behind me, causing my adrenaline to spike his footsteps came gradually closer. I panicked, my hands fumbling with the knob of the front door, fighting to get it open.

Footsteps, much closer. Slow, measured, even. He wasn't in a hurry, confident that I wouldn't find the door he'd left unlocked.

I turned, watching him exiting the hall. He was closing in; I would have to hurry if I wanted to get past him to the rest of the house. I should have started there, I thought. How much time did I have left? I knew I had wasted time on the door, trying to force it open.

Maybe if I could draw him further into the room...I could duck past him and make it to the back.

With this in mind I edged toward the sofa, eyes locked on his as he moved slowly toward me.

Judging the distance between him and the hall as sufficient, I made my move, darting forward suddenly. All my attention was focused on reaching the hallway. If I could make it there, I could get to the back of the house...there had to be an escape.

I was so focused on my escape I didn't hear him behind me. An arm snaked around my waist, pulling me backward in a single swift motion. I squealed, struggling futilely while he tangled his other hand in my hair, pulling my head to the side.

"Time's up, little girl." His breath was in my ear, making me shiver. "You are mine now."

My heart lodged itself in my throat. I was suddenly full of panic, struggling against his hold, afraid of this side of him that I had never witnessed before. Normally he was so mellow and easy going. This was unlike him, and it frightened me.

Mostly.

As hard as my logical mind tried to deny it, I couldn't ignore the pulses of pleasure spiking through me. Was it the game that was so arousing to me, or the sudden change in his demeanor? Could it be both?

He kept his grip firm, dragging me down the hall and into my bedroom. I stopped fighting his hold, which wasn't showing any signs of easing. There wasn't really a point anyway; he was stronger than I was, his hold unyielding. I shivered, feeling his breath on the sensitive skin below my ear as he nuzzled my neck, feathering kisses down to my shoulder and up again.

"Mm. Such a bad girl. I've read all those naughty things you fantasize about, I know you are soaking wet. What's to stop me from bending you over and taking you now?"

"Please..." I was afraid of him doing just that, despite my arousal. I decided I didn't have a choice, I had to tell him my secret.

"Please? Please what, little slut?"

"Please don't...I can't...please."

Suddenly I felt his teeth on my skin, nibbling and biting, causing my legs to become watery and my pulse to quicken.

"You can't? Seems like you want to. You do want to, don't you?"

I did, desperately. His shift in attitude had sparked my submissiveness, making me wet and aroused. But I was also nervous and anxious. I had to say something.

"Please...I'm...I'm a virgin." I waited, my breath held.

His mouth stopped abruptly, his arm flexing convulsively. I could tell he wasn't expecting that; his body tensed as he processed the new information. I could almost feel him thinking, weighing the options. He could let me go, pretend this never happened, and resume our mundane courtship. He could walk away. Or he could continue.

Without warning he released me, roughly pulling my robe off and throwing it somewhere behind him. Before I had the chance to try to cover myself he bent me over, face-first onto the bed. I tried pushing away but he grabbed my arms, twisting them behind my back and forcing my face back down. Struggling was useless, my wrists were securely clamped in one of his hands. Twisting away merely made my arms ache with strain; within a few minutes I had exhausted my avenues of escape and resigned myself to whatever he had planned.

"Comfortable?" His voice sounded amused now, his free hand running across my hip. I relaxed. If he was amused, he wasn't likely to hurt me. At least, I didn't think he was.

"You ran from me, little girl." He still sounded amused, but with a definite edge again. "Bad little girls get spanked."

His words had barely registered when I felt the first swat. I squealed, a faint stinging seeping into my flesh. I squirmed again, trying to escape, but he refused to let go. Holding me tightly he continued, alternating cheeks while I gasped and cried.

Eventually the spanking ceased. His hand roved soothingly across my hot skin while I struggled to catch my breath. It was far more intense than I had imagined it would be.

"Enjoy that, little girl?" He still sounds amused, but I know better than to feel relaxed now. I shook my head, hiccupping slightly, catching my breath. He chuckled, his free hand sliding down to cup my mound. It was swollen and hot; his fingers lightly probed between the folds, feeling the wetness there.

"Liar," he whispered.

Releasing my arms he took a step back, rummaging in the bottom drawer of my nightstand. I remained where I was, flushed and embarrassed and incredibly aroused. I thought about standing to ease the ache in my arms but he hadn't told me to, and I didn't want another spanking. Or worse. And at this point, I wasn't certain what he would do.

"Up."

He was close behind me again, leaving me no option but to climb onto the bed. The coolness of the sheets felt heavenly against my flaming backside as I sat. With an imperious gesture he motioned for me to lie back; I complied, smiling softly as he fastened a leather cuff around my wrist. Gently he pulled my arm upward, attaching it to the metal headboard. I sighed, feeling my apprehension melt away. Bound this way felt natural. Like I was where I was meant to be.

Perhaps it was.

He noticed my calm, grinning at me as he ran his fingertips across my skin. Down my arms, spreading out to caress my chest, my sides; down my stomach, over my thighs. Soft currents of sensation traveled throughout my body at each caress, counterpoint to the stinging heat. Barely touching, his fingers skimmed across my body.

Finally his fingers found my core, sliding between the slick folds. I moaned and arched against him, seeking more; he continued with light, feathery strokes, but avoiding my most sensitive and attention-seeking nub of flesh. I arched, growing ever-wetter and more swollen, hips shifting, trying to maneuver his teasing touch to where I needed it most.

Ever-so-lightly his finger tip stroked across my clit, causing me to gasp. Pleasure shot through me. His teasing had left me exquisitely sensitive, each touch sending shocks of sensation through my nervous system.

He grinned wickedly before dipping his head down to place a light kiss where his fingertip was a moment before. Sharp pleasure ripped through me, causing me to thrust upward and gasp. Chuckling he began kissing my nether region slowly, tongue sliding between the folds, occasionally flicking over my engorged clit. I moaned and fidget. His fingers spread me open while he licked and suckled, pressing his tongue into my opening. I groaned loudly as he moved back up to my clit, working a finger inside me. My muscles tensed and I knew I was close to cumming but you raised up before I reached the precipice.

"Don't you dare cum," he growled. He wedged a second finger inside, stretching me, curling against my g spot and making me whimper in desperation. "If you cum without permission I will have to spank your needy little clit, girl."

My soaking, throbbing pussy spasmed at his words. It was sinfully erotic, tapping into one of my deepest fantasies.

"You like that, hm? What a filthy girl you are, little slut."

I moaned in response.

Once again he dipped his head to my clit, wrapping his lips around it, his tongue dancing across the sensitive flesh. I squealed, hips thrusting toward him as his fingers working my g spot. I begged and pleaded, frantic with need.

Thrusting his fingers rapidly he lifted his head long enough to give me the command. My body tensed, muscles convulsing while I shuddered, his mouth once again ravishing my sex, drawing out my release.

For several long minutes I was aware only of the aftershocks of my orgasm. Eventually the haze began to fade and I became cognizant of his movement, realizing he was removing his shirt and jeans. I watched as he climbed astride me, felt the heat of his skin against mine as he straddled across my hips. His cock was warm and hard, resting against the plushness of my abdomen and I glanced at it and away again, feeling bashful. He laughed at my shyness.

His hands were soft and soothing as they slid over my skin, caressing and teasing. Gripping my hips he raised me up, running his cock up and down my sopping slit.

"Look at me." His voice was soft, but firm. My eyes opened, locking with his; there was heat in his gaze that made me tremble. "I want to memorize your face as I possess you for the first time."

Heart pounding, my eyes widened as he gently placed the tip against my opening, pressing forward slightly. I stiffened and he paused, waiting for me to relax again. I couldn't help but to tense as he gradually sank into me, a faint burning as he stretched me causing me to wince. He was patient, waiting until my expression eased before pressing further inward.

Finally he halted, his hip against my thighs, completely embedded. My eyes fluttered closed as I registered the feeling of the head of his cock pressing against my cervix. I felt impossibly full, exquisitely aware of each pulse and twitch as he waited for my body to adjust.

Leaning forward, his hands slid across the skin of my stomach and upward while his lips captured mine in a passionate kiss. My breath caught as he rocked gently, sliding out slightly before sinking back in, gradually moving faster as he trailed nibbles down my throat and across my chest. I was lost in the feeling of him above me, caressing and kissing and thrusting; the sensations colliding and swirling, consuming me.

His pace increased, slowly at first, accelerating until he was driving into me. Again and again and again, his hands on my thighs, his mouth fluttering kisses across my neck and shoulder. I could feel him moving inside me hard and fast, feel his lips on my skin, hear his breath in my ear.

My muscles tensed. I was close again, breathing harshly as he continued thrusting. His hands slid down my hips and under me, gripping my ass and lifting me upward; I arched upward, suddenly convulsing as my second orgasm swept over me. With another hard thrust he buried himself deeply, the head of his cock hard against my cervix.

"Mine," he growled, his cock swelling and twitching as he erupted inside me.

For a long moment we simply laid there, heartbeats and breathing settling gradually, his hands absentmindedly tracing designs on my skin. After a few minutes he unsnapped my cuffs, pulling me in a loose embrace. I sighed softly, feeling sleepy and content, but not quite able to cover the rumblings of my stomach.

I felt his chuckle more than I heard it. "Is that a hint?"

"You are the one who cooked all that delicious-smelling food earlier." And besides, it had been a long time since lunch. I was justifiably starving.

"Well, let's feed you little girl." He stood, tossing my robe to the bed before rummaging for his jeans. "You'll need your strength for the things I have planned for you."



Surrender



His powerful voice resonated in her ears. He coaxed her, “Come on baby girl, suck my cock. You know you want to, you know it is what you need.” 

The room around them was sparsely decorated and dominated by a large wrought iron bed with a thick burgundy duvet. He stood naked before her, a soft black towel at his feet. His body still glistened from his shower. The rivulets of water still running from his raven hair over his broad chest down his stomach to the nest of hair around his rapidly hardening cock. He reached to stroke her hair, his azure eyes meeting hers, a lighter shade of the same color. She was kneeling before him her ass resting on her heels, a soft pleading look in her eyes. His hands tangled in her cherry tresses pulling her mouth closer to him. She tried to pull her head back with a gentle whimper and his grip tightened for a moment then released her.

He looked sternly at her. He could read her like an open book. Her breasts shivered under her over sized flannel shirt, unbuttoned just enough to show the subtle tremors he was evoking in her. He patted her cheek drawing a finger lightly across her lips. “ A little shy tonight, baby girl?” he asked, then chuckled. He moved his hand to his cock and began to stroke it. “Do you see what you do to me?” he asked and she nodded then turned her eyes downward. His right hand still around his engorged cock his left went to her chin to pull her eyes back up to his. “Look at me while I am stroking it, don’t look away again” he instructed firmly. “I want you to see me. See how hard you make me? You may be resisting now, but I know you want it, need it, crave it.”

The first drops of precum become visible and she drew her tongue across her lips. He smiled at that simple action, knowing she was breaking. His grip tightened and the muscles in his well-developed forearm and wrist became more prominent. His teeth pulled in his lower lip chewing on it lightly. Her lips, naturally ruby, were calling to him.

Each movement she made was a signal to him, the way she shifted her thighs, spreading them slightly as if inviting him in. The way she moved her hands from her sides to rest them on her knees. It brought her just a few inches closer to the glistening head. His voice softened more to almost a whisper. “You like that don’t you, baby girl? You like to see my hard cock as I stroke it.” He pushed his hips forward teasing her with each stroke. “God baby, suck it, please, I know you need it. You need to feel it throb in that hot little mouth of yours.”

His rhythm quickened, she began panting softly. He teased her lightly with it just a breath away from her mouth, her eyes pleading with him, he began to trace her full lips with it. Drawing a line of shimmering precum on her mouth. Her lips were firm as he tried to slide it in, resisting him. “Come on baby, just a little suck, just let me slide it in for a minute.” he said his voice charming her. Weakening her. Her lips parted a tiny bit allowing him to feel the moist heat of her breath. “Mmm, that’s it. Be a good girl, let me fuck your mouth.” Her mouth opened a little more, letting just the tip of his cock in. He moved his hand from the shaft and put both on the back of her head pushing her mouth onto him.

She moaned softly, giving away how badly she wanted it. He started slowly rotating his hips, grinding himself into her mouth. With each slight movement her mouth opened more to him. “Yes baby that’s how you do it“, she began rolling her tongue on the head, feasting on his precum. Her eyes locked onto his the whole time. She looked so damn innocent were it not for the cock on her tongue. He was speaking softly to her now, like a child. “That’s it darling, suck on the head. Take it in further now. Oh yes baby, take it all the way in. Make me cum with your mouth baby.” She was now lost. Any resistance was gone and she began pulling him into her mouth. Sucking, licking, moaning. His hands push her to take it all in. She became frantic, stroking him with her tongue. She was like a starved child. His moans were getting louder as he fueled her fire “Oh fuck yes baby girl you suck me so good. God you make we want to cum so hard. I love fucking that sweet little mouth of yours.”

She could feel him tensing, each muscle, nerve, cell electrified. She pulled him to her taking him all the way into her throat just as he began to cum, she milked him with her lips drawing out spurt after spurt of his hot cum. He moaned wildly. His body shaking as he thrust into her mouth. She swallowed each drop as fast as she could. As the waves of his orgasm subsided he slipped his cock out of her mouth. He stroked her hair and said “I love you baby girl.” and she smiled a drizzle of cum peeking out of her lip.