3 comments/ 14560 views/ 5 favorites The Analytical Sub Ch. 01 By: cwcdom Alexis had long ago resigned herself to the fact that she housed two minds in one brain. One was an analytical machine that could spit out data and make tough, quick accurate decisions. It was this section of her brain that made her such a powerhouse at Clark, Kennison and Larimore. She had risen up through the ranks from a simple staff accountant to the top producer and senior partner by the young age of 40. Over the years, Alexis had named this side of her personality; Bossy. This was her work mind. The other side of her was an emotional entity. It was this part of her mind that gave her clear, picture perfect intuition. This aspect thought about love and tenderness, feminine clothes and it was the seat of her womanhood. This persona would submit to a masculine presence if she was in a relationship. This section of her mind had been dubbed; Subby which stood for "Sub-Conscious Brain". Bossy was ever the analytical machine; the central processor; the logical and sensible part of her psyche. Bossy never stopped processing datum or examining situations unless she was asleep or indisposed. It was always looking for information; always a step ahead of almost everyone else on the planet; looking for answers. Subby was always thinking about him, and how she felt whenever she was around him. How he smelled; looked; acted; the way his hands felt on her flesh; the resonance in his voice and the way he fit into her sex. Simply put, he made her feel like a woman. At this moment, both of her minds were very busy processing the current situation each in their own unique way. Subby was paying attention to the feelings in her body and the emotions roiling through her soul. Bossy was analyzing her bonds. He had situated her so that she was forced to stay in perfect posture. She was naked and tied firmly to a chair seated at her own dinner table hovering near an orgasm over which she had little control. Her feet were secured with rope at the ankles each one fastened to the back leg of the chair. Another set of ropes captured her thighs and these were tied around the back of the chair holding her thighs uncomfortably wide open. Around her waist was a single rope that held her lower torso flat against the back of the chair. The position forced her legs obscenely wide open; her wet sex was visible and easy for him to access. She was on display. Bossy struggled testing her bonds and discovered that there was almost no "play" in the ropes. There was simply no way she could move from her perch. Her hands were bound to her ankles and she couldn't move her arms more than an inch. Just under her bared breasts a doubled up rope went under her armpits and snugged her upper body to the top of the chair back. Attached to her nipples was a device that he handcrafted just for her. It was made exactly to fit her body. He had fashioned this device right in front of her eyes. It was a short piece of stout twine with two hangman nooses on each end. Each of these nooses was fastened at the base of her now distended nipples very snuggly. In the center of this cord was a little metal ring or eye hook. This metal ring and the larger loop on her Master's collar were tied together via a short stand of the twine. The length of the cord in the nipple loops pulled her tits slightly together. The short cord fastened between her collar and the eye hook on the nipple loops caused her nipples to be pulled upward. When she was sitting correctly some of the weight of her tits was partially supported by her nipples in this evil contraption. When she moved her head or took a breath the device would excite her nipples. This contraption didn't delivery any pain at all; only marvelous constant titillation. Each breath was a caress; each small movement of her head to look at her lover sent little signals of pleasure to her nipples. And much to her dismay recently discovered, each time she swallowed, the tight collar would move up and then back down due to the mechanics of swallowing sending shivers of delight to her breasts. Her Subby side was reveling in the situation. She was naked; helpless, and so full of desire that she could feel wetness leaking on the chair. As her mind processed all of this there was a sudden crash as a serving fork fell to the floor with a clatter. She jerked her head towards the sound in reflex. The sharp movement of her head started a chain reaction. The neck collar translated the jerk directly to the cord attached to her tits which tugged lewdly at her nipples. The movement jiggled her breasts. The pleasure made her gasp for air. The gasp drove her chest up as air flowed into her lungs. This of course translated itself into more movement to her nipples. Her breasts hung by the nips began to bounce and sway. She went over the edge with a moan, cumming like the slut she always needed and wanted to be. As her spend came to a conclusion, she was able to regain control of her movements and her senses began to return. Her mind began to drift back to this morning as she sat helplessly tied in bondage. Earlier, he had sent a short terse email message. His email had popped in on her morning with the same effect of a baseball breaking a window pane. Although there was no sound the message indicator that popped up at the bottom of her screen shattered her concentration and changed her day in a flash. As usual, the email was all business in tone. Anyone reading this email would never suspect its dark intent. It read: "Ms. Larimore, the information you desire can be found on the cloud server. The embedded link in this communique should direct you to the log in page. Please access the file in the usual way. The username is of course the same and the password rules haven't changed. Thank you for using DG&E to assist you." Robert Smithers Her body had an instant response as she read the coded email. She was to view his message on his private cloud server. The user name was IMYRCNTMST; and the password was still Iamseatedcorrectly2! The user name was secret code for; I aM YouR CuNt MaSTer. The password, I Am Seated Correctly Too, was in reference to his rules about reading personal emails. It indicated that she needed to perform a physical act of submission. She was to remove her panties, and brassier and position herself in perfect posture in her chair. Perfect posture required that she spread her legs as wide she could with ramrod straight torso. Then and only then would she be allowed to read any message sent from him. Bossy was screaming at her; "Don't even think about it!" Subby ignored Bossy and simply took over. In automation, Alexis stood up from her desk and made her way past her secretary on the way to the ladies room. Her body was already feeling the flame of lust. She went directly to a stall, and removed her suit jacket hanging it carefully on the hook on the back of the door. Then she reached under her blouse, undid the clip at the front, and removed her Bra without removing her top by sliding one arm out of the bra strap at a time and then pulling it back though the arm opening. Next she reached up under her skirt and pulled her panties off lifting first one foot and then the other. She was already wet. Subby sent a haughty message to Bossy; "The slut is already prepared for his use". She was enjoying the discomfort in Bossy that being called a slut created. Bossy blushing then accused Subby of being nothing better than a whore. Subby agreed instantly. "Of course I am his slut and his whore." In frustration Bossy broke through to Alexis that she had forgotten to take her handbag with her to the restroom. How was she going to sneak the undergarments out? Crap, Crap, Crap! She was going to have to toss them into the trash...again. She needed to remember to take a damn bag next time. Nervously she checked the bathroom for occupants and listened for any incoming traffic. Hurriedly she buried the delicate items deep under a pile of waste in the refuse bin. Then she washed and dried her hands looking at the slow blush creeping up her neck line. The blush was an indication that her body was preparing for his violation of her. Alexis took a few deep breaths to steel her nerves for the long walk back to her desk. Although she knew that no one could tell she was now nude under her power suit, it never changed the delicious naughty feeling she got. The simple act of walking became an intimate exrecise. Her breasts were bouncing gently in her camisole and her nipples were being caressed as if by a lover. She passed by her secretary again, and said; "Carmen, hold all my calls for a bit. I need about 10 minutes of uninterrupted time." "Yes Ma'am;" Carmen replied. Alexis shut the door behind her, lifted her skirt high and seated herself in the correct position. Her back was ramrod straight and her legs were open on either side of her chair. Subby snuggled her pussy deep into the chair loving the feel of the leather and anticipating the wet spot soon to be deposited on the cool surface. Bossy in angry automation opened up the server link and hammered in the user name field. IMYRCNTMST. With each letter typed Bossy screamed no. Subby quietly affirmed her submission to her master repeating; "I Am Indeed Your Cunt Master. Thank You sir for being my Master!" The she typed in the password. Iamseatedcorreclty2!. Subby snapped Alexis' body into military posture and clear fluid moistened the leather at the apex of her thighs. Alexis began to read. "My dear, we will be having dinner together this evening. You may dress in any manner that you prefer. Please have soft jazz playing in the background. Make sure the dogs are put up. It should be a romantic setting with candles and nice place settings for two. I will be at your door at precisely 6:30pm. You are to open the door before I can knock or ring. If the door does not open upon my approach, I will tum around, cancel my plans for you and leave. By the way, I am bringing the food, wine, and a rather harsh mood." Both Bossy and Subby dissected the message at the same time with great care. Each Psyche looking at it from a different perspective. It was detailed, and yet very broad. Bossy looked at the message from every angle. The detailed instructions were: 1.) Have soft jazz music playing in the background; 2.) Make sure the dogs were put up; 3.) Be at the door and open it upon his approach at 6:30pm; 4.) Set the table for two with candles. The open instructions were: dress anyway she liked, set the table and ambiance for a romantic evening. He was bringing the food and wine so she didn't have to worry about cooking. But Bossy warned her that the 800 pound gorilla in the room was his harsh mood. Subby stepped in and reminded Bossy that Alexis loved it when he was in a harsh mood. Bossy wondered; was that a warning, a promise, or a covert clue to her dress, the ambiance, and the way she should greet him at the door? Even as she began to plan, her conscious Bossy mind, the Alpha Female woman that the whole world knew her to be, screamed out in protest. This male chauvinist with a cavalier, domineering attitude of almost distain treated Alexis without an ounce of respect. Who the hell was he to give her orders? He didn't even have the courtesy to ask if she was available. He was so damn cocksure sure of himself and so damn sure of her response! Well she would show him, Bossy decided. She was the one who was used to giving the orders, and having men obey them. By God, she would simply not be there! Subby chose that moment to send a droplet of moisture to the leather seat. She whispered in response to Alexis; "Your cunt needs him. You know you need to be treated like the slut you are. And so, with only a droplet of moisture and a suggestive whisper, Subby silenced Bossy. The whisper of need and Subby's influence over Alexis drowned out the noise generated by reason. So, even as one part of her mind protested his domination, the other part of her mind forced Alexis' body and soul to respond. She was already planning the evening. The rest of the day was spent with a part of her brain working while the other part of her was feeling. One half of her brain processed the balance of the activities left that Friday; the report to the board; and a final touch on the commercial she was supervising. The other half of her brain was actively planning for the evening and her body was preparing itself for his touch. Even Bossy was busy working out the logistics of the night; deciding on her wardrobe, music selection, and the table settings she would use for the evening. At the same time, on an instinctive subliminal plane, Subby tenderized her breasts and lubricated her sex, thickening the walls of her labia in preparation for his entry into her body. Alexis processed all these feelings marveling at the amount of control he had over her. With just a short note, he had captured her imagination and turned her from a hard driving executive into a slutty submissive cunt. Even though she had made this exact observation many times in the past and she was aware at some level that she always went through this process, it came to her like a new thought. It was almost like a good novel that one has read several times. Even though every plot and twist is familiar, the quality of the book allows one to read it over and over and still be lost in the story just as if it was being read for the very first time. After analyzing her entire wardrobe, Alexis finally settled on her black cocktail dress with black patterned hose with a garter belt, heels and His heavy leather collar with the ring fastener in the front. Of course she would not be wearing panties or a brassier, for he always demanded unfettered access to her body. Just that errant thought made her blush (She loved feeling this way.) This particular outfit she had chosen just for him was her "fuck me; use me; I am your slut outfit." She knew that he would not miss the unwritten message the selection intended to communicate. Bossy once again registered a word of warning; "Maybe you should not dress like such a wanton slut? Remember, he is in a harsh mood. Why don't you keep your work outfit on until you analyze his demeanor?" Subby simply took control and laughed at the warning; she was a slut; his cunt; his whore; his property. He was, for a lack of a better term her owner. So once again Bossy was easily vanquished by Subby. Alexis was now past thinking anyway. Subby had initiated the animal instinct. She was in heat. Her hormones and her emotions demanded to be fulfilled. Alexis was always aware of this internal battle that raged in her every time this man called, texted, or met with her. Subby always easily beat her analytical Bossy mind into the background, and today was no exception. Bossy was busy churning data, processing minutia, and monitoring everything. Did he know that she would respond on a base instinct level? How in the hell did he do that? When did he get that much control over her? Bossy used up calories grinding away at the analysis. Subby didn't care one bit about the details she was looking forward to losing control in the process. That was the secret the powerful secret of the sub-conscious mind. It knew that the Bossy bitch, executive needed to lose control. Her sex was leaking fluid as she began to look forward to being used. Subby began turning on systems. At this moment she was tuning her nipples to be extra sensitive. They were anticipating his touch; that wonderful, soft, hard and brutal way he used her tit flesh was unique. She had never had such intense pleasure from any man. It was almost as if he had read the manual on how to pleasure her breasts. He could make her spend in just a few seconds just by his touch. Most men acted like lost puppies as they pawed at her breasts, most were either too light on the touch, too harsh, or didn't spend enough time with them. He was a master; her Master with her tits and her body. As the work day neared the five o'clock hour, Alexis realized that being ready at 6:30pm was really going to make her have to hurry. If she left work at the usual time, she wouldn't get home until at least 5:45pm and that left her only 30 minutes to get everything ready. That was not enough time at all. But she was not worried. After all she was the boss and she could leave early anytime she wanted. Bossy calculated that she would need to leave at 4pm to have a comfortable margin. A mocking Subby said; "What is this? Bossy are you helping plan this event?" Bossy caught in the duplicity, made up several weak excuses, but accepting the inevitable defeat, her secret now exposed...she was also looking forward to not being in charge. At 4pm she stood up gathered her things and strode out of the building. Her desire was already in the "on" position. The normal movement of walking; each scissor movement of her legs, and the gentle gravity jiggles that pulled at her breasts usually pressed deep into the background, now seemed to be exaggerated. Alexis felt each step like an intimate touch of a lover; each movement teasing her sex tickling her nipples and deepening her need. She felt like an animal in heat...she loved this about him...he could make her feel like a woman. The trip home happened in a fog. The normal pressure and stress of the rush hour dismissed by the anticipation she felt. Alexis pulled in the driveway and glanced at the clock. It was 4:30pm. She was going to have just enough time to get everything ready. She was greeted at the door by her pets, and even though she was in a hurry, Alexis would never shortchange time with her pets. She went outside for play time with her dogs and then back then got back to the business of preparing for him. She dug out the linen table cloth, set the table with placemats with red chargers for the plates all the while wondering how he would use her tonight. She got out her China, the good silverware, cloth napkins with ring holders, the crystal wine and water glasses and began setting them on the table. Her table was rectangular, and she fussed with where to set the place settings. He of course would be at the head of the table, but should she be at the opposite end, or next to him? She moved her place setting to both locations and decided that she wanted to be next to him rather than across the table. She finished the table setting with a large center piece decoration with two candles for illumination. Next,she went through her music collection and selected 4 CD's and loaded them in the trays. She fussed a bit with the programming and selected random play. She started the music and lowered the volume to just the right level. A quick glance at the clock; it was 5:30pm. Holy crap! She only had an hour left. Alexis undressed and as she undressed she spent a bit more time on her breasts than normal, a smile forming on her face as she looked forward to his touch. She then gave herself a douche and an enema so that she would be ready for anything he wanted from her. A quick but complete shower that included shaving her legs and her pussy was followed by the application of makeup. She worked without waste or haste, budgeting her time so that she would be ready for him and waiting at the door 10 minutes before his arrival. At precisely 6:10pm she pulled on her stockings, stepped into her dress, and put on her 6 inch heels. She stepped to the mirror for one final inspection; a quick adjustment of a few errant unruly hairs, and a spray or two of perfume and Alexis declared she ready for the evening. The last item was her master's collar. As she locked the leather symbol of his ownership around her neck, she was now completely transformed from a 21st century female liberal executive, into a submissive slave, slut,and owned sex toy. At 6:20pm she put the dogs in bed in their room (yes her dogs had a room all their own), lit the candles, dimmed the lights and went to the door. She unlocked the door and positioned herself so she could both see and hear his approach. Now that she was in a waiting mode, Bossy began the inevitable attempt to re-establish some modicum of control. The Analytical Sub Ch. 01 Subby was deaf to Bossy's suggestions and complaints.... She was waiting; wanting, and needing to be treated like a woman/slut/bitch. In frustration, Bossy began to raise its voice of reason and logic, but the attempt was killed by the simple sound of his car pulling up in the driveway. Subby seized that moment to take total control. Her knees went weak and she unconsciously dropped to the floor in the slave position, her hand on the door in anticipation. She was his to be used in any fashion he desired. Lost in repose, a sharp slap across her face brought her back into the present. He had asked her a question. Desperately, her mind went through the process of recall, but the message had been lost. She admitted; "Sir, I was not listening. Can you repeat the question?" He snapped back; "Why my dear slut do I often find myself repeating directives? It seems that when your cunt is wet your brain is off and you are incapable of hearing my voice." Alexis struggled for a moment with her answer, knowing that if she lied, He would somehow find her out. "Master, I was replaying the day from the moment you emailed me and was lost in the desire of it all." She half expected a harsh word or a punishment of some kind, but instead he gently laughed. "My dear slut, the war between your analytical mind and your submissive soul is one of your sexiest features. And quite frankly my dear wet one, I enjoy being the focus of your daydreams." With that statement he leaned over and kissed her gently in that harsh yet soft way with which he used her lips. It was an odd thing. He was able to be gentle while letting her know there was a demanding and harsh or rather intense animalistic hunger to his kiss. Her flesh trembled at the intensity of him. This happened to be her favorite aspect of his personality. "My dear", he said; "Dinner is served." The Analytical Sub Ch. 02 You should read chapter one before you jump off into chapter two. However, if you insist, Bossy and Subby are two partitions of Alexis' mind. Bossy is the business controlling dominant side, Subby is the submissive side. These two "minds are seemingly at war in Alexis all the time. Remember our heroine is tied to a chair in an evil device that stimulates her nipples with each and every movement. ------------------------------------------------ The dinner was now ready and Master had uttered the words, "Dinner is served". All during the meal preparation, Alexis had been positioned at a forty-five degree angle facing away from the table at about a distance of two feet so she could look into the kitchen area. He moved behind her, and released her arms from their bindings. Alexis rotated her arms upward in relief forgetting that any movement would translate directly to her nipples. A moan escaped her lips as her tits swayed because of the movement of her arms. She felt him fussing with the ropes that bound her ankles. In a moment her ankles were free as well. She was left with her thighs still tied wide open with her upper torso still fastened to the back of the chair. Bossy took stock of her new situation and reported back that although her nipple loops were still in place, she would be much more comfortable, and should be able to feed herself without too much effort. Master looked over the situation and shook his head; "My dear, your chair is too far away from the table. That will simply not do." As he said this he moved behind the chair both rotating and scooting it on the tiled floor at the same time in order to bring her close enough to the table to dine. The movement was sharp and choppy as the chair legs moved across the ceramic tile catching on every grout joint. Alexis' tits became a gyroscope of movement in all directions. Subby screamed in delight loving the inevitable fact that this would cause an orgasm. Bossy was busy analyzing how and why the movement would translate to her tits. The weight of her breasts surged downward as the chair surged forward. Each time the leg of the chair hit the little valley at the grout joint the chair would jerk and change its rate of motion. Each tile joint jerk would occur randomly, and the resulting movement made her tit flesh dance in an unpredictable fashion while her nipples were captured in an unmoving device. The nipples could not follow the gravity changes the movement caused because the loops around them prevented their motion. Alternatively, the full weight of her breasts would be supported, in varying different degrees, by the nipples and then the weight distribution would suddenly change, and the nipples would be free of the burden of gravity, only to have the weight transferred back to the nipples in an ever increasing cacophony of confusion of motion. Bossy lost her all of her concentration as Subby took over. Deep animalistic sounds spilled from her mouth as the movement teased her breasts. Because the production of sound requires large volumes of air, a deep breath was mandated. The intake of air expanded her chest forcing her breasts to rise as air filled her oxygen starved lungs, the resulting movement translated directly to her tits. Subby with a groan of intent, sent a message for Alexis to throw her head back with her nose pointed up at the ceiling. Instant obedience was always the order of the day for Subby's commands. That movement pulled her breasts sharply upward. This proved to be the final straw and her tits began cumming. Time passed and intelligent thought returned to her gradually. He was just finishing putting a small salad at both of their place settings. Robert asked; "My beautiful cunt, do you want red or white wine this evening?" Alexis found her voice and selected the red. "A very good choice my dear." He poured himself a small taste of the wine, swirled the wine in the glass, held it up against the light for a moment and then moved the glass under his nose to smell of its essence. One thing she loved about this man was that he was never in a hurry. He began; "You know my dear, the process of finding a fine wine is similar to that of the process of discovering a good female companion. One can examine the attributes of the container, its label, vintage, the type of grape, and the region the wine comes from for a clue to its taste and quality. But once these decisions are made, the next step requires that the bottle be uncorked in order to examine it further. Most of the time, the experienced Sommelier can deduce the quality of the nectar simply by the exterior. But sometimes, the wine inside of the container regardless of its label, doesn't measure up to its breeding, and also the opposite may be true; a wine without the pedigree can be excellent, surprising the consumer with its quality. Bossy was amazed at the knowledge of the Master, Subby sent messages to the vaginal walls that made Alexis leak clear fluid on the seat of her chair. Alexis knew that Master was telling this parable for her pleasure. His ability to infuse erotica into the everyday mundane things was fascinating. The desire in his voice and the double entendre of the conversation sent shivers up and down her spine. He continued; "Therefore, one pours himself a little sample of the wine to test it further before one agrees to purchase. An experienced wine aficionado will swirl the wine in its glass so the liquid is forced up on the sides of the glass. Then one looks at the sides of the glass to see if the wine has legs. The legs indicate substance dear. If there are no legs, that is a sure tale sign that the fluid is already turning to vinegar and will be sour. Next, one examines the color and transparency of the fluid looking for clues to its value. The last step is to smell its fragrance. The odor of the wine will tell much about the taste, but still there is one more step. By the way dear I can smell your cunt. I particularly like the smell of need. Do you know what that step is my dear slut? " Alexis feeling the impact of his ability to smell her sex, found her voice and Bossy, always wanting to be the bright student, spoke in a voice that Subby now had control over; "Sir the last step is to taste the wine." Bossy did a double take at the sound of her own voice. It was barely recognizable. It was low and guttural, sexy, flirty, full of the overtones of a female involved in intercourse. Subby laughed at Bossy's surprise and chose at that moment to send a shiver all over Alexis' body. The shivers were too quick for release, but enough to distract her so that she moaned into the word; "taste." He continued; "My dear tasting the wine is an art in and of itself. One does not simply swallow, but one lets the wine sit on the front of the pallet for a moment to sample the sweetness, and then the wine is moved in the mouth almost like chewing to the taste buds around the middle of the mouth, and then finally to the back of the throat. My dear slave, the sweetness of the wine can be best determined on the front of the tongue, while the acidity of the wine or the sharpness of the wine is detected near the jaw line on the exterior side of the teeth. The hidden flavors forged in the wooden barrel fermenting process can best be detected on the back part of the pallet." With that he raised the glass to his lips and took a sip of the wine and she could follow the process of him tasting the wine. Alexis was staring intently at him as he sampled the red liquid. Subby reminded her of the way he sampled the taste of her mouth, or the sweat from between her breasts after exercise or a sexual encounter. Then there was the slow way he had of tasting her pussy. Surprisingly, Bossy took an active role participating in the memory and was busy bringing the memory to life in great vivid detail. Colorful, high definition video complete with the sensation was streamed into her mind. His mouth on her flesh; his tongue licking the sweat between the valley of her tits as he tasted her. Slowly traveling over every square inch of the valley between her tits; not missing a single nerve-ending along the way. As he was drinking her sweat, he wouldn't even touch her breasts, but would only drink of the sweat between her tit flesh, dining in the crevasse. He would only brush up against the intersection of the swell of her tits and her chest wall, leaving her breasts and nipples untouched, lonely, needy and desperate for more. Bossy's assist with the vivid detailed movie was sarcastically pointed out by Subby. "Bossy, you are more of a slut than I am!" Subby knew that Bossy always wound up assisting Alexis. The real secret was that Bossy could actually take over very easily but never had, and never, ever would because Bossy needed to have the freedom of not being in control. You see, when she was not in charge, it wasn't her fault and she could be a total slut while at the same time able to maintain her dignity. For a brief moment, Bossy and Subby worked together. The movie played by Bossy depicted the last time he tasted her pussy and the feelings that went along with it were remembered by Subby. Her legs were open as far as she could get them. His mouth between her thighs not attacking her sex like getting there was some sort of contest, but languishing there spending quality time. Licking the apex where her thigh connected to the flat of her vaginal plane. Kissing, and licking around the lips of her sex. Accidentally brushing his tongue against the opening or teasing her bud as if by mistake: it was no mistake. He would stay there until she was almost insane with frustration and then he would begin to feast on her womanhood. Once he got to her clit she would spend almost immediately. The mental acuity of the movie along with the cooperation of both Subby and Bossy sent Alexis into what can be described only as a "mentalgasm". Bossy prevented any movement or any sound at all forcing the stimulation to be generated only from the mind. You see Bossy preferred to orgasm in refined secrecy. Master swallowed the wine; she came and Subby sent copious lubricant to her cunt. She came without any outward indication at all. Seemingly unaware of her "secret" orgasm, he continued; "Ahhh, this bottle lives up to its reputation. There is a hint of fruitiness, with just a suggestion of the darker tones of blackberry. The finish is definitely oak. As she watched a mild frown crossed over his face, "But my dear;" he continued looking at her with intent; "this vintage is missing something; a certain essence that would round out the flavor. He paused looking directly at her. Bossy asked innocently;" What is it missing Sir? "He continued; "My dear I know you just came. You are after all, a complete slut. And I know you were thinking about my mouth on your flesh. As you are well aware dear, I can smell your cunt when it spends. From now on, no matter where we are, I will require your nectar to be a part of my wine." With that he tossed off the balance of the taste sample and handed her his glass. Bossy was lost in consternation. How in the hell did he know that? Was he able to read thoughts? There was no movement, no sound, nothing at all that could give her away, and yet not only had he deduced what she was thinking about, he had also discovered her orgasm simply by smell? My God, this man was a bit scary. Subby was pleased that her sex was powerful enough to send pheromones of need into the air. "My dear;" From this night onward this shall be a standing order. If I am drinking wine, you are to provide me with fresh cunt liquid that I shall call "Essence de'Jole". Essence de'Jole will be placed liberally on both my glass and your glass. You will do this each time the glass is filled." I expect both the inside and the outside rim of the glass to be coated with Essence de'Jole. This is a permanent or standing rule. No matter the location, you will do this unless I indicate otherwise. Do you understand and agree to this Slut? Nod if this is acceptable and if you will do this." Alexis nodded her ascent and took the glass in one hand. Bossy began to protest, but Subby sent Alexis' free hand to her cunt. Alexis dipped two fingers deep into her sopping hole twisting to completely coat the digits, and in a hooking motion to capture the most juice removed her fingers. In total adoration, she looked at her Master, as she smeared the interior side of the glass with her fluid. She ran out of fluid before she ran out of glass. Her fingers dipped back into the well of her sex and again she transported the fluid now to the exterior side of the glass. Alexis handed the glass back to her Master. She could tell that he was deeply aroused as he lifted it up to the light turning it under intense scrutiny. He pointed to an area that when examined under the light was obviously not as heavily coated as the rest of the glass. Without a word he handed it back to her and she repeated the process a third time this time ensuring that the glass was smeared with her cunt nectar. He then handed her own glass to her. At this Bossy rose to the level of conscious thought and began a litany of bitching about how disgusting it was to have her own fluid on her glass. A worried warning was also posted on the papyrus of her mind that he was going to expect this EVEN in PUBLIC! Subby, now totally in control let the Bossy Bitch complain... No one was listening. In anger, Bossy lapsed into defiant silence. Subby now openly teasing Bossy giggled and told Bossy that at least no dinner would ever be boring if there was wine involved. As all this mental energy was being expended Alexis had already listened to Subby. Her fingers were mining her spend for her own glass. Alexis smeared her own glass carefully and handed it to him. A nod of acceptance from him as to the quality of her work, and he filled both vessels with the red liquid. He lifted his glass and she mirrored him in the time honored method of a toast. "My dearest cumslut, to us! May tonight be embossed on both our minds as memorable." With that they both lifted their prospective vessels and took a sip. As her lips touched the rim of her glass her mouth reveled in the taste of sex in combination with the deep overtones of the wine. She would taste her arousal with each sip. The act of swallowing sent movements to her nipples and she knew that this dinner was indeed going to be seared on her soul like etched glass. Bossy took stock after the taste of wine, and decided that the eating could be accomplished without too much movement and if Subby would cooperate, they might get through dinner without another embarrassing orgasm. Subby for once remained silent, indicating that it would not interfere with Bossy. The couple began what would have been (except for the bondage, ropes and her cunt juice on the wine glasses) a normal dinner. Alexis was having a bit of trouble controlling the feelings in her nipples caused by swallowing, and the movement of the fork towards her mouth, but for the moment, Bossy was able to restrain the Subby slut so the meal could be consumed safely. It was however a struggle. Any little shift in her concentration would translate into movement and force her over the edge. The conversation moved from topic to topic, and Alexis found herself feeling "normal" even though her state was by most standards, anything but normal. The food was delicious. This man could really cook. He asked her about her day, and she filled him in. They laughed a bit when she told him that she had thrown another pair of undergarments away because she forgot to take her purse to the restroom. He suggested that she invest in a company that produced undergarments. It was pleasant. He discussed his work and talked about the preparation for an upcoming court case next week. He was going to give the opposing attorney another chance to settle. The problem was related to a large 12 million dollar time and material invoice that was not properly documented. Bossy listened in fascination as his intellect in uncovering the fact that the invoice only was documented at 8.5 million. His description of how he discovered the problem she found stimulating. Subby was also listening, but she was enthralled at his commanding take charge attitude and presence and the way he controlled the situation. So both Subby and Bossy were stimulated and engaged by the conversation, and by this unique male. Occasionally he would lick the sides of his glass as she was talking in a not too subtle reminder that although he was talking and dining, he was really thinking about her pussy. It was like his tongue was eating her cunt with each sip of wine. He was letting her know that he wanted her; would in fact take her later and dinner was really just a preliminary step for the balance of the evening. She found herself also tasting her own body fluid on the lip of her glass. Each time she sampled the wine, she would think of her sex, and how she was ready for him. If he wanted to take her cunt right now, it was ready, lubricated, wanting to be violated. This was his talent. He was able to take the mundane act of a dinner and elevate it to intense foreplay. In the future for example, she would never be able to have another glass of wine without the physical reaction of desire being part of the experience. This was another reason why she loved this man. Lost in her thoughts, she almost missed his non-verbal cue. Her glass was now empty and he had drained his glass and had simply handed it to her. Bossy with her quick mind quickly deduced that he needed more cunt juice. Bossy sent the reply; "Understood Sir." As Alexis reached for the glass to take it, his grip tightened and he would not let it go. In confusion, she looked at Master and formed a single word question. "Sir?" My dear slut, before you continue, remember that I don't want old stale Essence de'Jole but freshly manufactured each and every time." Bossy began to say to Subby; "See. I told you so! He is going to make you orgasm each fucking time a glass needs to be filled. This is too damn much to ask. How in the hell can this ever be safe? What about your reputat...? Subby took control of Alexis' voice cutting off Bossy the bitch in mid-sentence; "Master may I use my hands to cum for you or do you want me to use the bondage?" "Excellent question dear! Because you asked I will let you choose" Grinning with permission, Subby decided to use the bondage because it would be more titillating for him to watch. The order to move was sent to Alexis and she began to wriggle earnestly in her bonds. The movements as she bounced and swayed on her chair translated directly to her tits and nipples. Inevitably the intense pleasure in in her captured nips moved her up close to the edge of a tremendous spend. Bossy stepped in and applied the brakes to the process in an effort to get even with Subby for the humiliation of choosing the less modest way to orgasm; she would show Subby that there was a price for choosing embarrassment. While Bossy couldn't or maybe it was wouldn't stop the spend, she could make that worthless slut Subby work for it. Struggling in the effort to cum, Subby jerked Alexis' head up towards the ceiling just like the last time. Bossy tightened its control of the mind interjecting distractions and interfering with the effort to cum. Even though Subby intensified her effort, Bossy matched Subby stride for stride as each section of her mind engaged in a tug of war. If minds could sweat, both were dripping from exertion. Subby using maximum force took her to the brink, but Bossy's grip tightened; the sensations intensified to the point of fracture. She was standing on the edge of the abyss needing to tumble over but unable to complete the process. In earnest she began to move more violently and she was panting with the effort. Strange noises were tumbling from her lips as she tried to tip over the edge of orgasm. The Analytical Sub Ch. 02 Again she lifted her nose to the ceiling and arched her back as far as the bonds would let her, torturing her own tits in the effort to orgasm; still no change. At that exact moment, Master slapped her on the side of her face with enough force to turn her head and issued a terse command; "Cum for me Cunt!" As if his word held the key, Bossy lost her control of the brake, and Alexis tumbled over the edge into a deep and intense orgasm spasming violently. Thirty seconds of trembling orgasm and the deed was done. Her cunt was fresh with new cum juice. As her breathing began to return back to a semblance of normal, Alexis took his glass in trembling fingers, and dipped her fingers into her cunt. There was ample fluid and her spend dripped on her hands. With one pass of the rim between her thumb and forefinger, she was able to smear both sides with the viscous fluid. This time Alexis held it up to the light and inspected her own work. The top third of the glass was covered in the gel of her cunt, and there were several legs dripping down the vessel. She repeated the process for her own glass and when she was done he filled the wine glasses anew. "My dear'" he commented; "It appears that that vintage has great legs. With that he licked the exterior of his glass. That is much better that the first one dear. It seems that intensity of spend affects the taste. Wouldn't you agree?" Alexis lifted her glass to her lips and licked the surface of the glass just as Master had done. The flavor was indeed very different. The first vintage has been almost a smoky flavor; this one was light and sweet with a deep overtone of musk. "Yes Sir, this tastes better that the last vintage." Bossy, moaned in despair. Alexis was out of her mind. Subby took a moment to remind Bossy that it was she, the Bossy analytical bitch that had informed Alexis of the taste, and not Subby. Now Bossy blushed in shame as she realized that it was true. She did participate, she did taste better after a big orgasm, and she was a slut just like Subby. Embarrassed by the admission, the Bossy bitch grew silent and removed. The rest of the dinner went by in a blur. Alexis was only feeling. Subby was in total control, Bossy was strangely silent. Alexis wanted to get fucked, or be used. Anything as long as he used her body. Her cunt was aching and her ass was asking for intrusion. Her mouth watered every time she thought about his cock. She was ready. Ready for anything, ready for him. Robert had been engaged in small talk ignoring the overt message being broadcasted by Alexis; "Please fuck me". The food was consumed the wine glasses half full. His voice changed from small talk to Dom talk. "Alexis, dinner is now over, and now the third phase of your training will begin. You will not speak for the balance of the weekend. Not one word for any reason. Nod if you understand." Alexis nodded. "Good. You are not to cum without my express permission. If you do orgasm without my permission I will punish you severely. I suggest you do not come without my permission. Do you also understand that?" Alexis nodded her acceptance of the terms. With that Robert pushed away from the table and produced shears and cut her bonds off of her. The nipple loops were manhandled off her breasts in an off handed manner. Master then took a moment and kissed Alexis, gently. "My dear, do know that I am in love with you, and adore you deeply." He took her by the hand and helped her to her feet. Present yourself!" Subby dropped Alexis into the presentation position; on her knees, hands behind her back, breasts thrust forward and knees apart. His hand lifted her chin up and his cock was before her. Finally what she had been needing was resting on her lips. She waited for a command; nothing. Hungrily, she opened her mouth and took his cock into her body. It was rock hard and was dripping with his precum. She shaped her mouth and tongue so that his member was surrounded on all sides by warm wet mouth flesh. Now it was her turn to sample his taste. With her tongue doing things to the underside of his cock and the additional suction that could be applied she was doing things to stimulate him that no other opening in her body could match. His precum began to sweeten in taste and Bossy awoke and informed her that this was a sign that he was close. With no warning signs and no preparation, his left hand grabbed a fistful of hair and he forced his cock deep into her throat. Bossy snapped to attention and began to assist Alexis with the new situation. She forced a deep throat yawn to allow the cock to enter her esophagus without making her gag, and changed the angle of her jaw to ease passage. Bossy informed her to control her breathing; exhale out and a quick catch breath in on the outstroke and to hold her breath on the in-stroke. Subby didn't care one bit about any of that. This is what she lived for; his violation of her body. Something she often prayed for and greedily sought after. His precum was lubricating her throat and her own mucus was flowing down her chin dropping off in big slick globs of goo that looked and felt just like semen. His hands twisted her hair into a tight knot and he began to fuck her face like he would pound her cunt right before orgasm. He was using her mouth like he used her cunt. His member sliced into her throat until his pubic bone slammed against her face. She could tell his need was now taking control and this was where she liked oral sex the best. At this point she was nothing more than a device to be used; a toy for his pleasure. When he started this orgasm rage, nothing would stop him; nothing would penetrate his mind; he was totally selfish taking his pleasure without any thought of her. This was where the slave finally had power over the Master; her mouth driving the Dom exactly where she wanted him to be. He was mindless of anything but his impending ejaculation. She felt his hand tightening his grip in her hair past the point of pain as he brutalized her mouth. He slammed his dick deeply home and then held her against his pubic bone for a long, long breathless pause. Her mouth and tongue working overtime while he was stuck in her throat in an effort to earn his cum. Then a quick move outward and then a brutal slam all the way home. She was spitted orally on his organ. Again a long, long pause as she worked her magic on him. Just as she was about to need a breath he moved his cock back out so just the tip was captured in her lips. Her tongue flipped the little hole at the tip of his penis as he waited with just the tip of his cock resting on her lower lip. She could feel the spasm start that signaled the transport of semen from his balls to her mouth. With a shout and a tremendous shove he fucked into her mouth pussy as his semen splashed against the back of her esophagus on the way past her tonsils. He held his cock buried into her throat as it twitched, jerked, and trembled his seed spewing into her stomach. Seconds passed by and the oxygen debt in Alexis' body was moving her into a struggle to hold her breath. Just as Bossy was beginning to panic, Master removed his cock as his spend ended, Alexis drew a quick breath and almost came along with the influx of air. Alexis studied her Master as she watched him recover from his post orgasm weakness. As she looked at his face she noticed a quick window of tenderness flash across his face so quickly replaced by his Dom flint face that Bossy began to doubt whether or not she had actually seen it. But Subby knew she had seen it, and that he had let her see that look of love. He needed her as much as she needed him. The moment of tenderness now hidden, he spoke to her in a didactic tone of command; "Go clean up the kitchen and meet me on the patio. You have 30 minutes to clean the kitchen and take care of any needs you may have as there will be no other breaks for any reason in the next several hours. There is a box on your bed that contains items you are to wear. Make sure you read the instructions". Without a backwards glance he went outside to the patio leaving her alone in the dining room with her thoughts. The Analytical Sub Ch. 03 Alexis quickly moved to the kitchen and Subby and Bossy worked in harmony to clear the table, and put the dishes in the dishwasher. Subby's mind was however, letting her senses remember the taste of his semen and sending little signals to her sex about the way her hair follicles were just a bit tender where his hand had twisted in her hair. Both minds were preoccupied, busy in their own unique way. Bossy was working like a fiend to finish cleaning the kitchen in record time so Alexis would have enough time to visit the water closet. The extra time would also then give Bossy the opportunity to evaluate the clothing and to try and plan her responses. The dishes slid into the dishwasher, and Alexis looked out the back door. He was sitting on the patio with his feet up on the table smoking a cigar. She watched him move the cigar to his lips and then the tip glowed red as he applied suction. Bossy sent a message to Subby that they only had about 25 minutes left and Subby reluctantly let Alexis be taken by the control freak to the restroom. Alexis tended to her personal needs, and freshened up her pussy, taking the time for a quick douche. A glance at the clock told her she had 20 minutes left to open the box and follow the instructions. She turned to her bed and looked at the wrapped box. Subby gushed with the fact that he had wrapped the items in a gift box. Even Bossy was impressed at the effort and of course noticed that the wrapping job was surprisingly excellent for a male. It wasn't perfect like the ones wrapped in a department store, but it was pretty good. Alexis took the box and shook it to evaluate its contents, like all women everywhere, and to her surprise found it to be heavy for its size. Time was wasting away, so she tore the wrapping off with haste and opened the lid of the gift box. On top of the tissue was a single note. It read: "My dear, there are several items in the box. Two of them are articles of clothing. These you will need to put on first. There are two pairs of leather cuffs. The larger cuffs go around your ankles, while the smaller ones attach to your wrists. Once you have fastened these on, put the ball gag in your mouth and secure it with the strap. Then put on the high heels, and come outside to the patio bringing the other items with you. When you have made it outside, place the items you are carrying on the table, and move to a standing position directly in front of my chair with your back towards me." For a moment, Alexis was speechless. "OH SHIT!" Bossy swore in Subby's direction. "You had to know this was coming!" Subby was also shocked for a moment as well but her shock was out of delight rather than fear. "Yes Bossy;" She admitted; "I was hoping for this moment." The net result of the conflict caused Alexis' body to short circuit; part of her shook with fear while the other emotion of joy made her tremble. Her knees lost their strength. As Alexis removed each item from the box, Bossy took over and organized the items on the surface of the bed. She oriented the contents from left to right starting with the cuffs which were situated by size from large to small. The bright red ball gag with the black leather fastener was laid next to the cuffs followed by a pair of stockings, a bright red garter belt, a blindfold, a rather expensive looking set of earphones, a pair of six inch ruby red stiletto heels, a flogger, and a leather slapper. Subby was simply experiencing the moment, after all organization was Bossy's thing and not part of Subby's area of expertise. Bossy had seen enough. There was no F*#+ ^ing way she was going to let Alexis lose the ability of sight, hearing, and the ability to talk as well. NO WAY IN HELL especially while also being helplessly restrained. Subby leaned into the loss of control offered by the items lying on the bed. She guided Alexis' hand to her breasts and twisted a nipple in delight. This was one of her fantasies. She had always wanted to be totally helpless. Subby reminded Bossy who was now in a constant state of complaining that the fantasy was born out of the conscious section of Alexis' mind and was totally manufactured and controlled by Bossy the control freak. Subby was only in control of feelings or sub-conscious thoughts. Bossy, forced to acknowledge the hypocrisy of her mind, flushed in embarrassment and silently began to assist Subby. A shiver of anticipation sent by Subby made Alexis' tremble as she donned the items lying on the bed. In automation, Alexis pulled on the garter belt and stockings followed by the high heels. One by one the larger cuffs went on each of her ankles and then the smaller ones were fastened on each wrist as well. She slipped her feet into the sexy red stiletto heels. The last item she would put on in the bedroom was the ball gag. Alexis picked up the ball gag and opened her mouth to accommodate the ball size. She gripped it with her teeth tossed her head forward to allow the strap to go under her hair, and fastened the strap. Her mouth and teeth played with the object and discovered that she could still easily breathe around the ball, but she couldn't spit it out. Hopefully, she had put this item on correctly. She scooped up the remaining items and somehow made her way to the back patio. Alexis opened the patio door, placed the blindfold, headphones, flogger, and the leather slapper on the table near to his hand and stepped to a position directly in front of his chair facing away from him. She inched her body backwards so her ass was inches from his knees, and then spread her legs slightly for balance. Nothing from him at all. No movement, no acknowledgement of her presence, no glance of appreciation...nothing. She sensed rather than saw him move the cigar to his lips and draw the smoke into his mouth. Bossy was a nervous wreck. When was he going to say something, do something? How long would he ignore her? What was he thinking? What was he going to do? In an effort to glean information from her surroundings, Bossy tuned up every sense organ to its highest level. In this heightened state of sensitivity, she heard him exhale the cigar smoke, and tasted its sharp odor as it wafted out of his mouth into the air past her head in a cloud. Subby was busy as well, but she wasn't evaluating what was going on, she was simply appreciating the tension his lack of communication caused. She was loving the sharp acrid odor of cigar smoke, and found herself wondering how the flavor of his mouth would taste in a kiss. Alexis was now like a bow string pulled back with an arrow in it ready for launch. Every nerve and emotion was in glorious wonderful tension. This man was able to keep her in this state for long periods of time. When she did orgasm with him, it was always intense. His hand tapped the inside of her left thigh, about one inch below her wet lips in an unstated order to widen her stance. Alexis moved her left leg out even more. Then another more intense slap on her right thigh that sent two messages; the first was to let her know that he had expected her to open her stance by moving both legs, and was mildly irritated; the second was the command to open wider. Bossy sent the command to Alexis because the useless slut Subby was thinking about how close his hand had been to her pussy, and the feelings his slap had generated, and just how much she enjoyed his dominance. In times like this Subby was almost useless, and Bossy was forced to assist, even if she didn't really want to. Alexis parted her legs as far as she could safely stand on the stilettos without squatting. Again there was a long period of silence. He took another drag on the cigar, exhaled the smoke into the air, and then she recognized the sound of the stub being put out in the ash tray. He was going to begin. Subby made Alexis' knees tremble at the thought, Bossy was busy processing datum. He was either going to make her step forward, or he was going to have to move his chair backward. Bossy was guessing that he would order her to take a step forward. Bossy of course had been scanning her environment without ceasing since she had stepped onto the porch. Was there anything new on her patio? She started her search near her and then moved out in a grid search pattern in order to not miss anything. His voice interrupted the stillness with a chuckle. "Alexis, have you found any clues?" Then without waiting for an answer he issued an order; "Close your eyes." Subby always waiting for an opportunity to irritate Bossy snapped Alexis' eyes shut before Bossy could even begin to complain. Bossy was preparing to start bitching about Subby to Alexis, when her ears told her that he had shoved his chair backwards like a man standing up quickly. The chair in fact tipped over and clattered to the floor. His hand grabbed her hair and he twisted her face towards him. "Look at me." Bossy snapped her eyes open because Subby was reveling in the cave man way he used her hair to position her head and she couldn't do anything. Once again Bossy was the only one left that could make it happen. He began; "Before tonight is over dear, you will forget your own name. Tonight I will take you to sub-space, and the Bossy bitchy side of you will be the one to take you there. Tonight we are going to take control away from your sub-conscious mind and force your conscious mind to admit that you are indeed mine to command. I have watched you struggle for several months with this. I am no longer able to be satisfied that your innate animalistic nature housed in your sub-consciousness is the only way you can let yourself obey me. Every woman is born with that. I demand that your controlling conscious mind submit to me without blaming the subconscious mind. I want that part of you." Alexis looked at him is a bit of awe and a serving of fear. She had never ever even intimated that she was so divided. He even got her nickname for the controlling segment of her mind correct. Her body trembled with desire, her mind churned over the data. Subby was for the first time sensing that this man had made an error. There was no way Subby was going to relinquish control to Bossy. Even if she did relinquish control, Bossy would never be able to admit that she wanted to be submissive to anyone. Bossy would be too embarrassed. Besides, the sub-conscious mind was the reason why Bossy was in this mess. Without Subby's needs, Bossy would have never let herself get involved in BDSM. Bossy was the slave of the sub-conscious desire inflamed by Subby. Bossy was agreeing with Subby, There was no way she would ever allow herself to lose that much control. In all of their previous times together, Bossy would be forced to help Subby just to survive. IF Subby would have listened to Bossy, Alexis would never be in this predicament. Besides, she wasn't actually in control of this animalistic process; it was some inherent drive she was a prisoner to. He was simply wrong. In fact, this was the first time he had been wrong about her. Bossy smugly decided that she would simply fake it for his sake. Subby agreed. He laughed; "Alexis, I know the inner struggle you have, and I can almost hear your mind talking about how wrong I am. We shall see." With that statement he placed the blindfold over her eyes, and fixed it snuggly around the head. Alexis was plunged into darkness. With the absence of light, both Bossy and Subby turned up the other four senses. Bossy for the purpose of analysis, while Subby was for the evil purpose of stimulation. A stay strand of hair was captured uncomfortably in the blindfold buckle and the mild pain sent little shivers of delight to Alexis' body. Each time she moved her head this little strand of hair would be a little reminder. Bossy was listening intently, and she heard him fiddling with the headphones. The head set was fastened over her ears, and soft music floated into her mind. The volume was loud enough that the music drowned out all sound but it was still at a comfortable level. For all practical purposes she was deaf to all except the music. The only senses she had left at her disposal was touch, taste, and smell. Bossy detected the musky fragrance of his cologne along with the sharp twang of tobacco as he moved around her. Bossy informed Alexis that he was probably standing in front of her. Exactly where he was located was not possible to determine, but she could get a general idea. His hands brushed the inside of her right thigh and moved down to the ankle cuff around her lower leg. Her leg informed Bossy that the snap on the cuff had been opened and a heavy object was dangling there. Bossy went through a catalogue of possibilities, but couldn't yet discern what the object was. Subby was busy feeling the sensations his hand had caused on her leg. The sensation of his touch on her flesh was intensified by the lack of sight and sound. It was if the volume of sensitivity of her flesh had been suddenly turned up as high as it could go. Goose bumps formed in the wake of his hand. Fluid was wetting her sex once again. Alexis felt his hand trail down the inner thigh on her left leg and again her flesh trembled in sensation. Bossy again using only the sense of touch informed Alexis that the snap had opened and a heavy object was now hanging from both ankle cuffs. Bossy was fast tracking everything she could think of to divine what this was. As she was working on this puzzle, his hands touched both wrists at the same time and she felt him connect the wrist cuffs together in front of her. Then she felt rope being tied to the central area of the wrist cuffs. More sensations that she couldn't process, and then she felt her arms being raised up over her head. The rope pulled her so that she was stretched. She tried to move her legs together to give her a bit more height and to ease the increasing strain on her shoulders. But to Bossy's amazement and consternation, her legs were prevented from closing. Bossy ran over the list of probabilities, and decided that there was a rod of some kind connected to her ankles. Her arms were just beginning to bear some of the weight of her body when the upward movement stopped. She was left standing on her feet with about 75 percent of her weight being carried by her feet and legs, and the remaining 25 percent of the weight being borne by her arms and wrists. Bossy took stock of the situation and realized that although it was uncomfortable, she should be able to stay in this position for a long period of time. Without the sense of sight and the disorientation of music that prevented her from hearing, it was hard for her to keep track of time. It seemed as if an eternity had passed, when in reality only a few moments had transpired. His voice broke into the music startling her with its intrusion. "My dear, if you can hear me nod once." Alexis nodded once. "Good. Alexis, in your right hand you will notice there is a little button. Can you find it for me dear? "Alexis found the switch and fumbled with it a bit. Master's voice; "Please press the button dear." Alexis depressed the button and a loud sound rang in her ears. He continued. "Alexis that is your stop button. If you depress that button once, I will either slow down or give you a break. If you depress that button twice everything will stop immediately. You can stop at any time for any reason dear. However, everything will stop and we will not restart or continue. Do you understand dear? If so press the button twice. Bossy was relieved that she had some way to communicate and take over if things got out of hand. Alexis pressed the button twice. Subby didn't care at all, she just wanted to experience the way this man made her feel, and wanted him inside of her. Needed to feel him enter her sex.... He was speaking; "Alexis, You may not orgasm at all without my permission. If you decide to cum I will punish you with the cane dear. Let me give you a mild example." Her ass lit up as if on fire and she screamed into the gag. Both Subby and Bossy were shocked at the intensity. Subby was now worried about possible injury to her ass, and Bossy was ready to push the button. The stinging began to abate just a little when his voice broke into her mind. "I can see that made an impression. On a scale of one to ten with one being the mildest and 10 being the most intense, that was a five. If you do orgasm without my permission, I will give you ten strokes of the cane starting at level 5. For each subsequent orgasm the number of strokes will increase by three. The last three strokes will be at a more intense level. I suggest that you do not orgasm without my permission." Bossy was now sweating. She was going to push the button to stop this madness. And for once Subby was a bit worried as well. The sub-conscious mind cannot let the body be injured. As both of the minds were contemplating whether or not to stop the madness, her concentration was sabotaged by the slap of the flogger across her breasts. The sensation was overpowering. The strike was not harsh enough to cause pain, but yet intense enough to inflict desire. Alexis leaned into the strike forced towards the stimulation by Subby. Bossy of course helpless to resist began to monitor the situation. After that first hit with the flogger, time seemed to stand still. Then without any warning the next blow was to the inside of the left thigh. Bossy could tell that he was standing to her right by the way the tendrils of the flogger spread out on her skin. Subby swooned into the pleasure, and began to switch on systems without any thought at all to the warning about not cumming. Alexis was moving ever closer towards an orgasm. Bossy sent a terse message to Subby to remind her about the cane. The slaps continued with no predictable pattern. He was warming up her entire body. There was no area of flesh except her neck and face that he missed with the flogger. Just as Bossy decided that there would be no pattern, he began a series of quick slaps to her left breast. Over and over in the exact same spot. Alexis's cunt was dripping with need. The constant repetitive hits to her left tit felt so good that Subby was doing what she did best; moving Alexis towards an orgasm. Bossy was trying to get Subby's attention, when the flogger stopped. Subby moaned in frustration, Bossy breathed a sigh of relief. Then the attack began anew on her ass. Hard hits deflected the cheeks of her ass as he worked on both globes. Again the sensations were unbelievable and Subby was swooning nearer to an orgasm. On a scale of one to ten with ten being an orgasm, Alexis' body was hovering around an eight. He stopped. Again Bossy was glad for the break but Subby offered groans of frustration at the interruption. Bossy realized that Alexis was drooling past the ball gag as drops of spittle fell to her breasts. Back to her tits again this time the right one received the attention. This went on seemingly for a long period of time. Each cycle moving the slut Subby nearer an orgasm followed by a frustrating pause that made her need to orgasm abate slightly. Over and over the process repeated itself. Bossy was forced into the role of trying to talk some sense into Subby about not cumming. Trying to get the slut to control herself to prevent being caned. Subby was able to remember the pain and the fear of injury during the breaks, but quickly forgetting about anything but cumming when the strokes sent those wonderful sensations over her flesh. Bossy was handicapped because she could neither see nor hear where the strokes were coming from or where they would land. She couldn't adjust her body position at just the right moment to abate the sensations. All she could do was try to talk some sense into Subby. Bossy was shocked out of her analysis by the impact of the flogger on her sex. He had actually slapped her pussy with the flogger. THAT WAS IT! How dare he? What kind of man would whip a girl's vagina? Bossy fingered the button in her hand trying to decide if she should stop this madness. She hesitated, maybe this wouldn't hurt too much. Her finger moved away from the button. She could tell he was standing behind her now and the flogger was being swung between her legs with upward strokes. The Analytical Sub Ch. 03 Subby forced Alexis to arch her back and push her ass towards the stoke to open up her sex and maximize the feelings. Bossy snapped Alexis back to straight up in an effort to minimize the stroke. Thus the war of the minds was evidenced by the movement of Alexis' ass. Subby now not even capable of listening to Bossy, and not capable of remembering the example of the cane, and not processing the consequences, began to force Alexis towards an orgasm. Bossy using ever tool she had, began to produce self-talk in Alexis' mind. Bossy knew this was a losing battle, for she had never been able to overcome Subby when she was this horney. Never! Alexis was moving past a 9 on the way to a glorious 10 when the whip stopped. Subby screamed in frustration "Shit, shit, SHIT!!." One more hit would have sent Alexis into a spasm of ecstasy. Her ass stretched towards the last location of the whip and begged for another hit. Nothing. Whimpering in frustration she realized that this was a form of torture. She was being denied release, and her body of its own moved back away from the brink. His hands on her ass startled her. They were rubbing her buttocks sending sensations to her brain of intense pleasure. The hands stopped. Something cold and hard rested for a moment at her pussy lips. Then with a steady pressure penetrated into her body. Alexis moaned into the ball gag, and she felt more spittle flow past her gag. The object was removed, and dragged across the connector between her cunt and her ass. The tip rested against her anus, and then pressure forced the tip just past the rubbery outer ring of her ass. Bossy forced her anus to relax. The object slid into the dark recess and stretched the ring of her rosebud. Bossy was analyzing it as it moved slowly into her ass. The girth of the object was growing in size as it traversed deeper into her body. Subby of course was thinking about being possessed anally, but Bossy was really starting to worry about the ever increasing size. Subby was brought to her senses by the change from pleasure to pain at the relentless penetration. Her ass flesh was now officially worried. Much more expansion in size was going to cause real pain. Just as Bossy moved her thumb to a hover position over the switch in her hand, the size shrunk, and the pain changed to a feeling of fullness. His voice broke into the silence intense because of its isolation. "How are we doing dear? If you are OK and want to continue nod your head once." Bossy took over and began to stiffen Alexis' neck to prevent any head movement, but before she could send the signal, the damn Subby slut had already nodded. Subby smiled into the gag at Bossy. The speed of the subconscious was akin to the hare and the speed of the conscious was like the tortoise. Bossy was way too slow to ever compete with Subby's speed. Suddenly without warning the object in her ass began to vibrate. Just as Bossy was trying to analyze this new sensation, she felt the impact of the leather slapper on her ass. It was much more intense and focused that the flogger because its impact was delivered over a much smaller area. Even though this was true, the impact was not painful, but stimulating. Of course Subby the whore pushed Alexis' ass out for more. The next three strokes were in the exact same spot. The accuracy was astonishing. The vibrations by the object in her ass intensified, and the strokes to her ass cheeks served only to cause pleasure. Subby was out of her mind with need, and was not capable of even listening to Bossy's warnings. She was moving rapidly up to orgasm and was hovering on the brink of cumming when everything stopped. The words that came out of Alexis' mouth would have made a sailor blush. Subby was frustrated! When Subby got frustrated, potty mouth ruled the day. Subby wriggled her ass in vain trying to get Master to continue...nothing. Bossy was breathing a sigh of relief. That was too close. She was going to have to take control to avoid being caned. Bossy was in a state of despair. There was simply no way the conscious mind ever won. She was actually the slave of the subconscious...unable to control anything regarding orgasm. Thank goodness he had stopped. Bossy was shocked back into reality by the slap of the leather paddle directly on the plug in her ass. The impact sent electric shocks of stimulation deep into her very soul. Continual sounds and deep vocal grunts exploded into the air with each impact. Bossy felt Alexis' body slip into the automatic cum mode. Subby was releasing chemical cocktails into the bloodstream that would effectively take control of the process. Bossy was struggling in an effort to take control, but the automatic chemical response was going to make Alexis cum like the slut she was. Bossy was screaming at Subby to remember the cane...Subby was deaf and unaware of anything but the desperate need to orgasm. Coming was inevitable, but once again the sensation stopped right before it was too late. Again Subby moaned and tried to find a way to stimulate herself, but to no avail. Alexis' whole body trembled with the need to orgasm the chemical cocktail was in the blood stream and a reaction must take place. Since it wasn't an orgasm, her thighs began to jerk from the unused adrenaline. The process was repeated over and over. Each time, just before glorious release, all sensations would stop. Alexis was pleading for release around the ball gag but there was no permission. In fact, Alexis' body was growing weary, and Subby was running out of energy. There was no more adrenaline left to send into the blood stream. Alexis sagged in her bondage. Bossy was amazed at how subdued Subby had suddenly become. The interruption of her orgasm, had almost anesthetized Subby. For the first time in a long time, Bossy began to exert control without resistance from Subby. Suddenly his voice burst into her mind. "Bossy, as you are well aware, I will not let Alexis come unless you make her. As you can tell I have beaten back the subconscious mind so that it cannot make the decision. The question I have is why didn't you push the button to stop? That is totally in the realm of your control and your control only." Bossy pondered this question and ran it through the matrix of her sharp mind searching for an answer. The answer was because she wanted him. She, Bossy was actually in total control of the signal button, and yet even though she felt certain that she would lose to Subby, and Alexis would orgasm which would result in pain, she had not pushed the button. Desire for this man flooded her heart and mind, and now she understood that not only was her subconscious animalistic mind in need of this, her conscious mind was also in need of the same thing. His voice penetrated again. "I can see by your silence, that you have discovered the truth dear. No more can you hide behind the subconscious needs. It had always been you Bossy that let the subconscious take over. You did not have to follow my instructions. The subconscious mind cannot follow instructions dear. Only the conscious mind can make that decision. Now I will ask you only once dear. Does the Bossy Bitch want to orgasm for her Master? If so press the button twice." Bossy without any hesitation pressed the button in her hand twice. Immediately the monster in between her legs roared to life, and the leather slapper began to tattoo her pussy directly on her clit. Bossy ordered Subby to wake up and work together. A new burst of energy and sexual desire flowed into Alexis as Subby loaded her system with her chemical brew. It's like the second wind experienced by a runner. It a short burst of energy that really is a survival mechanism. Alexis was moving rapidly towards a mind blowing orgasm. Bossy and Subby were finally working together to push Alexis into a new realm of pleasure never before experienced. The two minds now powerful together were working together with Master. His voice penetrated her mind; "Bossy, you may orgasm when I reach the number 10. I will count in even segments. If your do not come exactly on the number 10, I will stop and the night will be over. If you understand press the button once." Bossy grinned into the gag and pressed the button...she was looking forward to being the reason why Alexis came. "One...Two...Three...Four...Five...Six...Seven...Eight...Nine...." Bossy made sure Subby had everything ready to go, and then for the first time ever, gave herself permission to orgasm. A quick check; Alexis was on the brink of the orgasm cliff all she was waiting for was a shove from Bossy. "TEN". Bossy shoved Alexis off the cliff and her conscious world faded into fantasy as she came at the sound of the consonant "T".