3 comments/ 30917 views/ 1 favorites Violet By: Kirk482002 This is a story about a girl I knew. It’s not entirely from my point of view since some of it happened without me around. I have culled it from anecdotal stories as well as from personal experience. The story has become a legend to the people that knew her. It seems that I have become a bit of a legend myself. It goes like this… >>>>>> Violet had a problem. She had a thing for guys in uniform. Whether they wore stripes, braids, or badges, she couldn’t resist. She had gotten in quite a bit of trouble over the last few years because of it. Not that she actually went to bed with these guys. Violet had another problem. She had to see these uniformed men cum. She was a jizz maniac, a spunk worshiper, a cum queen, if you will. She would do anything she could to pump the seed from these men, except fuck them. The catch was that she needed to see it. Watching a guy wank himself did nothing for her. She had to be the one that milked those uniformed cocks dry. Violet wasn’t the best looking girl in town, but she was cute. She was a short, girl-next-door looking Hispanic. She had a bubbly personality and a nice set of tits. Violet’s mom did not fall into the ‘cute’ category. She was a gorgeous woman. She only needed the slightest amount of makeup for her face and her body was second to none. She had the looks that would silence a crowd simply by entering the room. She never acted like it though, and she was always nice to anyone that spoke to her. Violet first started getting in trouble in junior high by fooling around with R.O.T.C. guys under the lunch table. A teacher stopped to tie her shoes and caught her in the act. By the time she graduated, she had messed with every member of the R.O.T.C as well as the guys in the band. That is, everyone but me. She was suspended no less than eight times a year. Of course, that was only because those were the times she was caught. Her mother didn’t know what to do, so she sent her to a shrink. He gave up on her after three sessions. “She’s a nympho,” was his professional explanation to her mother. I’m sure it wasn’t anything that mom didn’t already know. When she turned 18, she applied for her learners permit and… Oh. You want to know why I wasn’t included in her little conquests? Because I wanted it! I heard all the stories in school and I wanted it bad! I even wore my band uniform on the bus with her, where many fellow members fell victim to her fetish. The local dry cleaner made a fortune on her activities. She knew I wanted it, so it never happened. Anyway, she got her learners permit and scared the shit out of a lot of people as she learned to drive. When it came time to take the test, that poor trooper had no idea what was coming. She sat in her mother’s car waiting for him to appear. She had already aced the written part of the test and passed the eye exam with flying colors. A trooper walked up to the passenger’s door and opened it. He leaned his head down. “Miss Lopez?” he asked. “That’s me,” she said, looking at his badge and hat. “I’m Trooper Malloy. Are you ready for the driving portion of the test?” he asked. He had a deep voice. “Yes,” she said, all excited. “Very well,” he said as he got in and closed the door. “Please pull the car up to the start line and wait for the light to turn green. Only one car is allowed on the course at a time,” said Trooper Malloy, in a very deep voice. As they waited, Violet was already starting to sweat. That deep voice and those size 13 shoes he had on could only mean one thing. She wanted to pass this test badly, so she stuck her right hand under her leg to avoid temptation. A few agonizing minutes later, the light turned green. “You may proceed, Miss Lopez.” She put it in gear and entered the course. She hit 4 cones and failed to parallel-park properly. As she pulled the car into the section where the troopers fill out their forms, he advised her that she had failed and could retake the exam the following day. She looked around and found no other cars in the vicinity. She placed her hand on the inside of his left leg and traced it up to his crotch. “That will not get you a passing grade on the test, Miss Lopez,” said Officer Malloy in his deep voice. “Fuck the test,” she said. She used both hands and opened his pants enough to fish out the largest cock she had ever seen. It had to be at least 11 inches long. She started to pump it without any fanfare with one hand and held a blanket from the back seat over him to hide the action with the other. With her being quite proficient in this department now, it only took a minute or so before he started to show signs of giving it up. She looked around again and saw no one close, so she removed the blanket and doubled her efforts. She watched as a bead of spunk appeared at the head of his cock, paused, and then jumped out onto her hand and his pants. She continued to pump him, until all the dribs and drabs had come out. She smiled at her triumph. That was the first professional man in uniform she had milked dry. Trooper Malloy stuck his monster back in his pants and said, “When you come again to take your test, ask for me.” “Sorry, I like variety,” bubbled Violet. “But I can get you to pass…” “Sorry,” she said. Malloy took one last look at her and exited the vehicle. “Mommy!” yelled Violet out of her window. “I flunked!” >>>>>> “What were you two discussing so long after the test?” asked Mrs. Lopez, as Violet drove home. “He was explaining different ways that I could improve my driving.” Mrs. Lopez looked down at the floor of the car and saw a wet spot. “You’d think that he would have at least passed you after that,” she said, pointing to the floor. “What?” asked Violet, innocently. “What indeed,” replied her Mother. >>>>>> Two days later, I was walking back from the 7-11 with a soda when I heard Violet call my name from her front door. “Hey! Gary! Come here a minute,” she hollered. It was hot as hell that day. As I walked up to the door, I could see that she had a very loose fitting athletic shirt on. If it drooped any further, there wouldn’t be any reason for her to be wearing it at all. I just started at her tits. I didn’t care what the cum queen thought of it. “Gary. Gary!” she said, trying to get my attention. Finally she held my chin and raised it to look at her eyes. “Hello!” she said. “I need your help.” “What?” I asked, slurping my drink. “You have your license, right?” she asked. I nodded. Slurp. “I need you to go up to the DMV with me to take the test.” “Where’s you mom?” “She won’t go out in this kind of heat.” She pointed to the car and said, “No AC.” “What’s in it for me?” I asked. Slurp. She lowered my head back down in the direction of her tits and pulled her shirt down a few inches. That’s all it took for them to pop out. They were the size of cantaloupes. Lovely! “Will that do?” she asked. “Good enough for me” I said, as I finished my drink. I walked over to her mom’s car and waited. A few minutes later she came back out with a real top on and we were on our way. “I hope I pass today. I need that license to get around on my own. My mom hates to drive, so this will be a good way for me to get out of the house,” she said. I wasn’t listening. I wanted her hand in my crotch and those tits flapping in the breeze. She was still talking. “…and maybe I can get a real job. Are you listening to me or are you staring at my tits again?” “Does it matter?” I replied. She thought about it a moment and said, “No, I guess not.” “Alrighty then,” I said, as I went back to staring. She looked at me out of the corner of her eyes and said, “You’re a trip, you know that?” “Me? Shit!” I replied. We reached the DMV and she went in to get in line for the test. I wandered over to the area that was used for the troopers to write up their reports after the tests and sat down. >>>>>> Violet got in line and waited her turn. She saw Trooper Malloy go out with another applicant for the test. She was sweating badly and not just from the heat. There were several troopers performing their jobs around the room, causing alarm bells to go off in her head. When it was her turn, she signed a form, and was told to return to her car and wait for the trooper. She was on her way to the door when a short trooper passed her in the opposite direction. She couldn’t help it. She reached out and cupped the guy’s crotch. He stopped dead in his tracks as she continued out the door. She sat in the car and only a minute went by before another trooper opened the door. “I’m Trooper Rollins. Please proceed to the red light and wait.” She waited at the light and it finally turned green. This time she hit no cones and managed to parallel-park, barely. She had devoted so much attention to passing the test, she failed to notice that Trooper Rollins had opened his pants and his fat cock was waving in the air with the movements of the car. She parked at the final area and turned the car off. It was only then that she noticed that he was fully engorged next to her. “Did I pass?” she asked, as she wrapped her hand around him and started pumping. “Oh yeah,” he sighed. She looked around to see if they were being watched. They were. I was 10 feet from the car waiting, but she acted as if I didn’t exist. She lowered her head on Trooper Rollins and proceeded to vacuum his seed from his balls. I’m sitting there watching his face go through all kinds of contortions as her head bobbed up and down on him. I heard him grunt and Violet quickly raised her head and pumped on him. A few spurts went over her hand and disappeared out of sight. The rest dribbled down her hand and fell to the seat. She waited for him to go soft and helped him close his pants. “Thank you,” he said. “The pleasure was all mine,” she replied. Oh brother. >>>>>> “Will you please stop looking at my tits?” she said, while driving us back. “I’m just trying to take my mind off of the wet spot I’m sitting on,” I replied. “Sorry about that. It happens sometimes. Hey, do you want to go out tonight?” Where did that come from? “Sure, where are we going?” “I’m not sure yet,” she said, thinking. “Come on by around 7:30. Don’t dress up.” “Okay,” I said as we pulled into her driveway. I got out of the car and watched her as she walked up to her front door. As she opened it and went in, I could hear her yell, “Mommy, I passed!” >>>>>> I got a shower and put on my best non-dress-up clothes. I looked pretty good. Maybe tonight would be the night to have those spunk producing fingers around my virginal cock. That’s not exactly what happened. >>>>>> I got to her house 5 minutes early and she made me wait at the car. She came looking like she might need a red light attached to her. Her top was a very small tube top that barely covered her tits and a pair of shorts that looked like the crotch resided two inched up inside of her. “Ah, where are we going?” I asked. “The Navy yard!” she replied, bubbling over. ‘Oh shit’, I thought. We got in the car and she fired it up. “I feel lucky!” she said. “Why am I here?” I asked, truly perplexed. “You’re my body guard. If things get out of hand, I need you to protect me.” “Out of hand?” More like ‘in hand’, I thought. “What exactly do you want me to do?” “Just make sure I don’t get in over my head,” she said, turning into the checkpoint. “Excuse me miss,” said the seaman at the booth. “What is the nature of your visit?” “Dick,” she replied. “Very well, proceed,” he said. She flashed him her boobs and drove on. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” I lamented. “Oh, calm yourself. Just watch my back. Look, there’s an enlisted men’s club,” she said as she pulled into the lot. “Let’s see what’s going on inside.” >>>>>> There were only about a hundred guys to every guy inside. They all had their best blues on. Violet was in dick heaven. I stayed halfway between her and the door at all times. I watched as she worked her way around the room, looking for her first victim. Most of the guys were nice enough not to rip her tube top off, but some went for the gusto. She simply smiled and pulled it back in place. She finally met up with the Master Chief. He was a hulk of a man. When she clearly had picked him as her own, the others backed off. She led him back to the far corner of the club. He had several guys line up around them to create a blind and had turn away so they couldn’t watch. I stood 20 feet away, ready to step in, just in case things got bad. Sipping my coke, I heard him grunt and then Violet said, “Who’s next?” She might as well have thrown a match on a gasoline spill. She was crushed with guys flipping their dicks at her. I worked my way through the mass of sailors to her and grabbed her hand. I pulled her to the door, but received a tremendous right cross for the effort. We made our way to the car, and she opened the door for herself and got in. By the time she unlocked the door for me, I had been pummeled six ways from Sunday. She peeled out toward the checkpoint and stopped at the booth. “Were you able to find Dick?” asked the seaman. “Yes, thank you for asking,” she said, as we peeled out of the yard. She cruised along for a while and noticed I wasn’t staring at her tits. “Gary, Are you alright?” She asked, sounding concerned that I wasn’t looking. I had my hands over my face, trying to catch the blood, like I could infuse it back into myself. “Shit, Violet. ‘Who’s next?’ What the hell were you thinking?” “I’m sorry!” she said, actually concerned. “Are you going to be okay?” “Yeah, I guess, if I can stop my nose from bleeding,” I said. “Alright, let me check you out when we get home.” >>>>>> I was sitting on the toilet seat lid in her mother’s bathroom. Violet was holding a tissue, wrapped around an ice cube, up against my nose. My left eye was swelling shut and all I could taste was my own blood. She had taken her tube top off after she got home and put on a simple v-neck tee shirt. It too was a bit droopy, and I was getting a tremendous view of her tits right in front of my good right eye. “I’m sorry about all this, Gary. You did a great job saving my ass in there,” she said, jiggling her boobs as she dabbed at my nose. When we were both sure I wasn’t going to bleed anymore, I said my goodbyes. As I hit the door, I turned to look over my shoulder and said quietly, “Next time try the Officer’s club and at least go into a back room or something.” “That sounds like good advice. How about tomorrow?” she asked, like tonight never happened. “Fine,” I said, happy to be on my way home. It was still early and Violet figured that if she hurried, she could make the late show at the theater. She put on regular jeans and headed out. The last show had already started, but she didn’t care. She was on the hunt. She picked a secluded and vacant area of the theater and sat down. Soon an usher came down the aisle, holding a flashlight. He was wearing (you guessed it) a uniform. She reached out and snatched the light out of his hand and shoved it up her shirt between her boobs. “Hey, give that back!” said the usher in a harsh whisper. “Come and get it yourself…” she looked hard at his badge, “…Trevor. Otherwise it’s mine now.” Trevor looked around and saw no one noticing them. He sat down next to her. He took a hesitant hand and started to put it under her shirt. She slapped it. “Who said you could do that? Open those pants right now,” she said pointing in the direction of his crotch. Trevor looked around again and found the coast clear. He undid his pants and pulled them down to his knees. She didn’t wait for him to say anything. She just wrapped her hand around that man meat and started stroking. She didn’t think it would take so long, but the element of surprise and the fear of getting caught kept Trevor from unloading quickly. “Hey, Trev. Why don’t you try to get your light back?” she said, starting to use a few tricks she knew on his cock. He stuck his hand up under her shirt and felt the huge squishy melons holding the flashlight hostage. ‘That’s got to help’, thought Violet. She was now on trick number two that she knew on his cock. She took a tight circle of index finger and thumb and was jerking the inch just under the head of his cock. She heard him make a small gasp and knew she had him. It was hard to see his cock in the back of the theater, but she saw it spurt like an oil well. He moaned as she pumped the last few drips from him. When knew he was done, she said, “Okay. Take your flashlight, I gotta go.” “What about the movie” Trevor asked. “Seen it,” she said, as she left the room. >>>>>> I had no idea why I was doing it, but I was knocking on Violet’s door the following day at 7:30 in the evening. She opened the door. “Hi, Gary! Oh my God!” she said, looking at my distorted and bruised face. She put her hand over her mouth and started to cry. “I’m so sorry. Come in, come in.” My left eye was so swelled that you couldn’t even see where my eye was. My nose had been broken and still bled from time to time. My lips were all puffy from absorbing a few shots as well. I was having trouble speaking. “I’ll e o ay.” “Were not going anywhere tonight. I’m gonna take care of you for taking care of me last night,” she said, leading me to the sofa. She turned on the TV and got a reusable cold wrap out of the fridge. She gently held it against my head as we watched Frasier and Sienfield. I could believe she actually had any compassion in her at all. I kept waiting for her to tell me it was time to go out. For a change, I didn’t even try to look at her boobs. “Looking at you tonight makes me realize just how much danger I put you in by having you protect me last night. No one else would have done that for me. Why did you?” I shrugged my shoulders and watched a ‘Threes Company’ rerun. “You asked me to cover your ass,” I said, except it came out like, ‘Ou ased e o over our ath.’ “Yeah, I did, didn’t I? Hey, how come you’re not looking at my boobs?” she asked, almost insulted. “Hurts too much to look,” I answered. “Aw, aren’t you the gentleman?” she said, tossing some wild hair out of my eyes. “Hey, Mommy! Gary’s looking at my boobs!” “Who doesn’t?” came the reply from Mrs. Lopez in the den. “He’s groping them!” she hollered. “Who hasn’t?” came the reply from the den. “Boy, you must really be hurting. I just gave you a perfect opening and you’re doing nothing,” she said, sticking her face in front of mine and blocking a Ginsu Knife commercial. I knew where this was going. She’d get me all hot and bothered and then go do the dishes or something, leaving me with a bad case of blue balls. Nothing had happened all those years in high school WITH my band uniform on, so there wasn’t much chance that any thing was going to happen without one. As much as I wanted it too, it wasn’t going to happen here and now, either. She was busy waving her tits in front of my face. “Violet, you’re blocking Wendy the Snapple lady,” I said, pointing to the TV. There was a very loud knock at the front door. “Don’t go away,” she said. “I’ll be right back.” She got off the sofa and answered the door. There stood a six foot five MP, with about 10 stripes on his sleeve. “Excuse me, are you Carmen Lopez?” he asked. “No, that’s my Mom. What’s this about?” she asked, looking over the uniformed man. “There was a disturbance last night on the Navy Base and a security camera took this picture of the car used by the instigators,” he said, showing Violet the picture of us peeling out of the checkpoint. The license plate was clearly visible. Violet Jonathon J. Pierce was neither a morning person, nor a Monday person, and this moment happened to be both. Amy, his primary partner, devoted submissive and beloved pet, had been away since Thursday on a company trip to a marketing conference in Atlanta, GA and would not return until the coming weekend. While he missed her terribly, he got so little personal time that he jealously guarded what he did manage to scrounge up, so he'd had all weekend to himself and he was very "not ready" for this work week to begin. He needed a little exercise to clear his head of the Monday morning fog. He'd texted his only other play partner the night before, saying "see you in the morning", and she'd responded only with a winking emoticon that Jon assumed meant she'd taken the hint. Jon met her at their usual place; the break room by the coffee pot. Violet Vetter was on the phone, talking a hundred miles an hour as usual. It was early, but her energy was high and she ran in top gear pretty much all day long. She was tall and slender, with long legs that Jon thought were just amazing and stick-straight brown hair hanging loose and long down to her lower back. Her huge, brown eyes beamed at him when he came in the room, not unlike a puppy would, and she smiled broadly. She was very married, much to the chagrin of most of the men in the building, but one night at a local bar, at a co-worker's going-away party, she'd revealed to Jon that her and her husband were exploring their boundaries and something strictly casual would not be out of the question for her. Sleeping with another man was not on the table, but she had a green light for what amounted to foreplay. A few more drinks later she let on that she'd had certain fantasies about being dominated that her husband was either unwilling or incapable of fulfilling for her, and Jon was quick to propose arrangements that would benefit them both. She would be well taken care of through her learning process in the hands of an experienced sexual dominant, and he would gain a gorgeous new play partner. That was five months ago, and little of their original arrangement had changed since, save for Violet's desire to learn more about D/S relationships. Violet ended her call quickly and came bouncing over to Jon, stopping in front of him and clasping her hands behind her back. She rocked back and forth on her heels, brimming over with energy that was no doubt, Jon suspected, because she was the reason half a pot of coffee was already gone. "Good morning, Sir," she chirped sweetly. "You don't have to call me that, pea," Jon replied using her pet name (short for 'sweet pea'), and she smiled in response. It always made her smile to hear him use it. Violet knew she didn't have to call him 'Sir', but it made her feel special. Like they had a secret together. Granted, it wasn't exactly common knowledge around the office, but it wasn't strictly between the two of them either. Other people had suspicions. They knew Jon was with Amy, and that he was sometimes with Violet too, but nobody was privy to how far it went or who it went with. So Jon normally had to be particularly careful to avoid situations that might invoke accusations of fraternization (not that there were any hard rules against it in his workplace), but today he just did not care. Jon looked her up and down as she stood posed in front of him. It was hot out, and this day she'd chosen bright blue flip-flops, which she currently did not have on her feet. They were in the middle of the hall, of course. She'd sighed dramatically and kicked them off the minute she came in the door, citing the heat as the culprit who'd forced her do so (quite against her will, she added). In no way did they match the sun dress she also was wearing. White with red floral print, cut just above her knees, and thin shoulder straps. Either she was adorably oblivious to the mismatch, or it was intentional. Knowing her it could be either. Topping it off was a thin, black leather choker that could easily be worked in to most outfits and overlooked as decoration. It was embossed with flowers along it's length; violets, to designate it as hers. Jon had given it to her when she had agreed to be his playmate. Normally meant to imply ownership, this collar was simply decorative. Violet understood what collaring a submissive represented, but insisted on having one anyway. She'd had it on ever since. Jon was frankly amazed that her husband hadn't tried to find him and kill him yet. Violet knew her lines well; "stand at attention, with perfect posture, and place your hands behind your back until I tell you what to do" had been the instructions Jon had given her for 'play time', and not once had she forgotten them. Her eagerness to play and enjoy the games they played was impossible to hide. It is part of the reason Jon chose her to be a formal play partner. He was hesitant at first to accept that this could be a long-term arrangement; Violet was so high energy and prone to random outbursts of just plain silliness. But she took to submitting to Jon's every whim, no matter how small, as naturally as anything. He could tell her to do almost anything and she do it without hesitation, and grin like a fool all the while. Jon had never regretted his decision to make Violet his pet. Jon held out his hand and Violet did not hesitate to take it. Still smiling happily, she allowed Jon to lead her into the conference room, shutting and locking the door behind them. Her eyes brightened visibly as he turned to face her again. "You look sweet like a pea," Jon flattered. Violet beamed in response. "The flowers on your dress are very becoming on you." "Thank you," she replied, blushing slightly and smiling even wider. She responded very favorably to positive reinforcement. "Show me what you have on under it," he said. She'd hiked the dress up and pulled it off over her head before he'd even finished the sentence. Her discarded dress fell to the floor beside her and she stood before him shamelessly nude, but for a pair of light blue, lace tanga panties. Jon at once understood why she'd picked the blue flip flops, and he grinned bemusedly at her, at which she grinned back knowing that her secret had been discovered. Her breasts were not large; B-cups perhaps, but her dark nipples were perfectly placed upon them and pertly pointed forward. Jon let his hand wander to one and rubbed her nipple with this thumb until it stiffened. Violet inhaled slowly and deeply at the sensation, and Jon took her hand and spun her around a few times to fully take in the view. He'd seen her naked many, many times in settings not unlike this one, but he never tired of her long legs and firm ass. He ran his hand gently over the curvature of her rear and gave her a playful slap on the left cheek before spinning her around to face him again. "You are adorable, did you know that?" Violet nodded enthusiastically and grinned even wider. "Uh-huh!" Jon made allowances for her pride, but only because denying it deflated her so dramatically. He suspected she may have some serious, deeply rooted issues with her own sense of self-worth, but psychology was not his area of expertise and she was only a casual play partner; if she needed or wanted more she had to ask for it. "Can we fuck today?" Violet's abrupt forwardness snapped Jon back to reality. She smiled hopefully at him. She was serious. "No, I told you we can't do that. Your... er... husband has not granted you that liberty." Jon stroked her hair to soften the blow of denial. He'd let her down like this before, and she responded more amicably to rejection if she felt cared for at the same time. She'd never seriously been asking before, though. Only half-joking at most. Suspicion that something at home might be wrong flashed through his mind. That, or she was testing a boundary. He needed to proceed carefully in either case. Violet pouted, dramatically sticking her bottom lip out and rolling rapid-fire through several excuses at once. "I don't care. He doesn't have to know. You could just touch me a little, down there," she pointed demurely to her crotch with one finger, let out one adorable little whimper, then completely gave up on making excuses and threw herself on the alter of Jon's mercy. "I'm so wet!" she pleaded, grabbing his cock through his jeans with one hand, tugging at his belt with the other and stating her case at a thousand words per minute. "I didn't get laid last night, or this morning, even though he said we could! It's been a week! He's so occupied by his new girl he met, and they've gone out three times! I have needs too goddamnit! Please, I need this...!" "Aha..." Jon thought to himself. He smiled at her outburst of honesty and gently shoved her hands away from undoing his pants. "I'm sorry, dear, we can't do that to your husband. It wouldn't be right. You need to-" Violet interrupted him mid-sentence. "I can just put it in my mouth then!" She dropped quickly to her knees in front of Jon and pawed at his zipper. She'd somehow managed to get his belt undone in only a few moments. He nimbly wrapped a fistful of long, brown hair around his wrist like a tug-of-war rope and pulled hard. She inhaled sharply, immediately stiffened and fell silent. It was one of a few tricks Jon had learned to control her; Violet loved having her hair pulled. He applied pressure to her scalp until she was fully upright and her head was bent back as far as she could bend her neck. Her eyes were closed and her breath was drawn in short, shallow gasps. He turned her around and pressed her against himself, holding her by the hair in one arm and high around her bare waist in the other. She reach behind her and grabbed him by the hips in a death-grip and responded by pressing her ass forcibly against his stiffening prick. Jon pulled even harder, but Violet missed the hint and started aggressively gyrating her hips against his crotch and somehow managed to get the button of his pants undone using only the motion of her ass. Jon balked, and had to take a moment and admit to himself he was impressed by that. His free hand swept over her abdomen and down her trim stomach, stopping momentarily to probe her belly button before reaching down to the waistband of her panties. He slipped three fingers past it and over the thin landing strip of hair she kept trimmed. He found her bare, shaven slit and probed it gently with his middle finger. It was soaked, and hot to the touch. Violet was definitely serious about this, he thought. He found her clit through the folds of her cunt and pressed it gently a few times to coax it out of its hiding place, then slowly began to rub it in a small circular motion. As he picked up speed, Violet allowed a pleading moan to escape her lips and Jon knew he was back in control. He stopped, withdrew his hand from her panties and let go of her hair. Violet came down from her reverie quickly. "Ooooh! Damnit!" she flustered, stomping one foot. "As I was saying," Jon smarted as he buckled his belt back on, "you need to communicate how you feel to him." He sat her down on the floor and took a seat in a chair behind her. Violet stuck her lip out and looked down at the floor which Jon knew indicated she was defeated, playful a gesture as it was. Her cheeks were turning slightly red as a slight sense of embarrassment flashed on her face. He gently stroked out the tangles in her hair until it passed. "If he's any kind of husband to you, he will respect your needs," he added. Violet laid her head back on Jon's knee. "Richard would never fuck me like I am imagining you were about to," she said mousily, then sighed deeply. "Oh well, I can always dream! You can't stop me from doing that." Jon laughed. "Nor would I dream of trying," he said warmly. Violet sprung to her feet and resumed her perfect-postured pose in front of her playmate, hands clasped behind her back and her head cocked slightly to the left. Jon was pleased to see the smile had returned to her face, and the gleam was back in her eyes. "What are we playing today, Sir?" she asked sweetly. Jon stood and approached her, straightening the waistband of her panties and just taking her in for a moment while he thought about how to proceed. "Stand there, and be quiet for a bit" Jon said with a little more authority. They were her instructions, and she knew it. Violet responded well to subtle dominance, but she had a strong will and would push back if he overdid it. As a dominant, Jon always said 'I can force a woman to do anything she wants to do', and this was especially true for Violet. He said nothing more and held her gaze for a full ten seconds just to see if she would get anxious. Amy would usually drop her eyes to the floor after a few moments (Jon enjoyed the mental bondage as much as the physical), but Violet smiled sweetly and patiently and did not look away. Her gaze was soft, but something in it dared him to push her harder. It was a subtle challenge that Jon knew better than to answer. Violet enjoyed being a submissive, but she was by no means a bottom. This game would decide who was going to switch for the day, and Jon did not like switching. There was a fine line between the two sides that, if walked carefully, would let them both leave the room feeling like they'd won. It was ever Jon's goal to walk that line. That, too, was part of the game. In a way, neither could win their contest of wills if one of them broke. They had too much empathy for one another's moods; Violet knew Jon was strictly a dominant, and always felt guilty when she pushed back too hard, and Jon hated seeing any of his playmates, Violet in particular, walk around all day hanging her head. It was always just a better day for both of them when Jon took measures to make sure everyone had a good time. Which, as always, was the point of it all in the first place. Satisfied, Jon walked over to a cabinet drawer and produced a long coil of thin white rope. Violet straightened her posture and bounced twice in anticipation, but maintained her pose for him. He eyed her as he uncoiled the rope, making a show of acting suspicious, trying to get her to react in some way; a snigger or giggle, or even a slight slouching of her shoulders would indicate that he was winning their game. Violet was frozen in place, her eyes brightening as Jon measured out the center point of the rope but otherwise remaining still and silent. "Arms out, pea," Jon instructed, walking around behind her. She obediently lifted her arms and held them straight out at her sides, and gave him a playful, inquiring look. "I'm going to practice some knot-work on you. Will you mind?" The question was rhetorical, but Violet shook her head sweetly to give her consent anyway. Jon had learned only a few weeks earlier that, in addition to hair pulling, breath play and biting, Violet really loved the feeling of being restrained. So he reserved rope work for special occasions. Since the previous week had been stressful, Jon wanted to make sure this one got off to a good start for her, at least at work. Violet was trim and slender, and he didn't need much rope for this. Jon passed the middle of the rope around her waist just below her belly button (so as not to apply pressure to her bladder) and looped it around her body to the small of her back, where he tied a cat's paw knot to secure it in place. He tested the snugness of the rope with one finger to make sure he was not applying too much pressure to Violet's abdomen, checking her face for signs of discomfort. Satisfied that she was giving him none, he passed the ends of the rope around her waist about a dozen more times, tying them off up the middle of her spine with lark's foot knots until he reached the base of her breasts. He finished tying the rope corset off with a square knot and let the long ends hang freely, then turned her around to admire his handiwork. It fit her beautifully. He ran his hands gently down her sides, taking in the feel of every coil wrapped around her gorgeous torso along the way. Violet lowered her arms and rested her hands on Jon's forearms as he moved his hands around her waist, up her back and across the bare skin of her chest. White was a good color on her; it contrasted the light, olive tan of her flesh very well in Jon's humble opinion. Violet closed her eyes and breathed deeply as Jon touched her. Her head lolled gently to one side and her grip on his arms tightened just enough for Jon to notice. The draining of the tension from her body was palpable. She responded so well to physical stimulation. He quietly wished her husband was more flexible with where other men put their hands, and how long they spent dwelling there. Jon quite wanted to lay her on the table and spend all day just running his hands over her naked body, and he was certain he'd get little protest from Violet if he tried. He took her nipples between his fingers and pinched firmly. She inhaled sharply, but exhaled slowly through her mouth, then bit down on her lip as goose pimples prickled across her arms. Jon rolled his thumbs across them and circled the mounds of her breasts with his open hands, paying special attention to the sensitive nubs in the center. He alternated touching her breasts, pinching her nipples and flicking his thumbs over them, testing her reactions by varying the aggression with which he fondled her. Violet's breathing became shallower, and her fingernails dug into Jon's arms as she gripped them tighter. Her face contorted with something that was... not quite pain. This was an interesting reaction he'd never gotten from her before. He noted it for the future and let his hands fall away from her body, holding her by the hands and waiting patiently for her to come down from her reverie. She opened her eyes and nodded slightly when she was ready to continue. "Can you move?" he inquired. Violet bent at the waist and snaked from side to side to show that she could. Her body was loose and her breathing was deep and slow. She still smiled sweetly, but her eyes seemed sleepier and a light blush across her cheeks and chest told Jon that maybe she'd almost enjoyed that a little more than they'd both anticipated. He put two fingers under her chin and lifted gently until she resumed her perfect-posture pose. The light in her eyes came back, but she was a bit wobblier than before. Jon though her weakening knees were cute. Violet started to say something, but Jon pressed one finger against her lips to silence her; her instructions were to 'stand there and be quiet'. Violet grinned and kissed his finger in compliance. "Just one more thing, love, and then we have places to be," Jon said as he turned her around again. "Hold your hair up, please." Violet reached behind her head and lifted the long, soft locks of brown hair up and away from her back and shoulders. She clasped her hands behind her neck and held it out of Jon's way. Taking the two loose ends of the rope he'd bound her with, he passed them tightly around the base of her breasts, twice, crossed them over her shoulder blades in the center of her back, then passed them back around to wrap twice across her chest above her breasts in the front. He wrapped them twice more to cross them between the knolls of her flesh and finished the harness in the back by tying the loose ends off with a square knot. Her breasts were too small to put into full bondage, but this would put enough pressure around them that she would feel they were secured. He spun her around, and her face plainly displayed her elation with his handiwork. He moved his hands to hers and allowed her hair to fall down her back, and she tittered anxiously with something obviously on her mind. Jon placed his hands on her shoulders to stabilize her and help her focus on him. "Do you like it?" Violet Violet nodded enthusiastically. "I'd very much like to hear what you have to say," Jon said, releasing her from her instructions and thus concluding their game. He was very pleased with the end results. "I have such a huge crush on you right now!" Violet exploded. Jon laughed out loud. "I'm glad, pea. I like you too. Do you feel better now?" Violet took one step forward, buried her face in his shoulder and hugged him in response. "Do you think you can wear it all day?" Jon asked as she pulled away. "Of course I can," she responded. "And I will. I love it." Violet was smiling broadly, but this time not at Jon, just in general. Jon took her hand in his and kissed it. "Good," he said. "You may put your dress back on." Violet picked her clothes up off the floor and slid back into them. The rope harness was hidden perfectly under her dress. She touched it absently through the fabric of her dress, lost in her own thoughts, then furrowed her brow with some apparent internal conflict. "Jon," she started, using his name for the first time that morning, "I... we just..." She struggled for words, which out of character for her. Jon took her chin in his hand and made her look at him. He was concerned and she was avoiding his eye, which was even more out of character than being at a loss for words. She looked genuinely stricken, then swallowed hard and continued. "Thank-you, I mean. For being the kind of friend you are. I don't know what came over me today, I just..." She struggled with the words. "Richard and I... these things we're trying are changing so much about our marriage, and I don't know how I feel about that yet... you've been so patient with me, and you've taught me so much... I'd just hate to think that I'm not good enough for you either, or that I've made you unhappy and pushed you away too... or..." "Stop." Jon cut her off with a finger to her lips because he knew where she was going with her revelation, and as much as he cared about her it wasn't his fight to have. He held his finger to her mouth while he spoke, trying to maintain the subtle edge of authority that he knew she responded to best. "How I feel, or how your husband feels, is not the only thing that matters. If your feelings aren't being considered, why are you playing along?" Her eyes said she had no answer. "You are not property, and you are not a slave... some people like being crushed and humiliated, but I don't think you're one of them. And some people who try to be on top don't really know what it's about either. They don't know the difference between dominance and abuse and they need it pointed out. I know how you like to play, you wear it right on your face Violet. You are more in control than I am even when you are submissive. What I do, or what Richard does to you at home, we do those things because you allow them to happen. And you can put a stop to it just as fast." Jon nodded at her to confirm that she understood, and Violet nodded back at him. Jon removed his finger from her lips. "Nobody gets to make you feel like you don't have that choice anymore. If they do, you walk right out of that room and drive straight over to my house, and I'll be more than happy to be the one who gets to see you naked instead." Her smile immediately came back and she laughed out loud, mostly to choke back a totally different emotional outburst. "We can have a pajama party?" she squealed. "Yeah," Jon laughed. "Something like that." Violet leaned in to hug him and whispered in his ear. "I sleep naked." Jon hugged her back and stifled a cough. "Is it hot in here to you?" That one caught him off guard. He was pleased with her. She let go, smiled sweetly at him one more time, then turned to open the door and leave. She stopped with her hand on the door knob and turned back. "Meet me here at 6:00 and I'll give you your rope back," she said, gleaming mischievously and winking at him. Jon grinned back at her. "Sweet pea, you just gave me a reason to not go home at noon." Violet left the room, and he followed her out. They walked side by side to the hall, saying nothing, and exchanged knowing glances as they went their separate ways to their respective workstations. Jon felt like today was going to be a good day for both of them.