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Learning to Let Go

By: BlueEyes36D



I took a seat in the bar, just as he had instructed. Nervous but excited, I looked around, wondering if he was already here. The bartender came to get my drink order and I ordered a glass of wine hoping to calm my nerves. The outdoor bar provided an evening breeze that swept over my body.

I was wearing a sundress, just as he had asked. White linen, it was form fitting around the breasts with a deep cut and flowed out from there, ending above the knee. The straps helped keep my 36D chest high and dry. My skin was tanned from a weekend at the beach and I left my hair curly to expose the sun highlights. My toes were painted and I wore my wedges to show of my long, tanned legs.

Halfway through my wine, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. My heart beat quickly as I felt his breath on my neck. "That's my girl. What a good listener you are." I turned my blue eyes to him and was pleasantly surprised with what I saw. I was expecting some dirty old man, or some young perverted kid with his friends- but it was a man. A good looking man, just like his pictures. I met Scott online one night when I was feeling especially lonely. We talked often and I felt a unique connection with the way he spoke to me. He dove into my desires, boldly and with no reservations. He asked me to do things I had never done to myself before, and instructed me to do them with the webcam on. Scott had seen me explore my body in ways I had never knew existed.

After a year, I needed to either put this relationship behind me, or take it to the next level. We had exchanged pictures, but he never was on webcam as I was. It was a chance I took, and in the end it paid off. The plan to meet was now, and my excitement for the things I would experience swirled in my head, consuming me. 

He sat next to me, ordering a double Crown on the rocks. He turned towards me after a long pull and moved the hair off of my shoulder. Moving in close again, he breathed in deeply and exhaled as he pulled away. "You smell better then I could have even imagined Brooke." I smiled and blushed at the same time. "Even better, you look more innocent in person then your pictures convey. No one in this bar knows what a dirty little slut you want to be." He told me to finish my wine as our night was about to begin. I sipped my liquid courage. "Brooke, I told you to finish your wine." Looking at him, I threw back my wine in one large sip. "Good girl." He threw back his drink in the same fashion and swiftly threw down cash to cover the cocktails. "Time to go." I grabbed my purse and walked towards the stairs. He didn't walk next to me but he lingered behind. I wondered if my legs enticed him, if my back looked tan. I walked down the stairs and as I exited the bar, I felt his hand on the small of my back. Without any verbal cues, I let him guide me. We walked for what seemed like a while, getting further into a residential area. I wondered if we were going to his house. The houses began to seem further apart as we followed a path. The path lead us to a playground. Scott sensed my hesitation.

"Do you trust me?" he asked me. I looked around, it was dark with some light being cast by the moon and a light pole a few hundred feet away. I could clearly see Scott's face, and by looking in his eyes, I knew I had no reason not to. "Yes," I answered nervously. "But, I don't get why were here." He guided me to the middle of the playground. "You know that you are here to please me, and be pleased. Don't question why, where or what, it will ruin your enjoyment." With that, I let my guard down to him, although I still couldn't figure out what he was aiming to do. We had talked about using the bar bathroom to fuck, so the change of scenery confused me. 

We were close to a bridge connecting two points of the playground, and he moved me closer to the edge of it. He took the straps of my dress and pulled them down off of my shoulders, meaning for it to fall to the ground. Panicked, I grabbed at my chest, keeping the dress up, but barely. "Brooke, either you allow me to do this my way, or we part ways. I thought you wanted this?" Looking up at him, I let my dress fall, exposing my strapless bra and lacey panties. I moved to take my wedges off but Scott stopped me. "Leave them on." He picked up my dress and hung it on the pole. I stood unsure of what to do. Scott came towards me and unhooked my bra, exposing my breasts in the moonlight. He placed it on the same pole. He unzipped his pants, exposing his soft cock. "Get on your knees Brooke. I want you to get me hard in your mouth." 

I got to my knees in the sand of the playground and ran my hands up his legs to his cock. I pulled it out, and wrapped my lips around it. It instantly made me wet. I slowly and seductively sucked his dick, feeling it grow in my mouth. It grew and grew, before I knew it, he was fully erect. 8 inches long and almost 2 inches around, I had a hard time getting it all in my mouth. I made sure to use my hands and open my throat to allow him to drive it as deep as he could. I gagged on his shaft but tried to recover as quickly as possible. I looked up at him, watching him enjoy my mouth. I moved both of my hands to his shaft and focused my mouth on his balls. Gently tugging and licking, I heard him moan. I knew I was pleasing him, but wanted to do better. I softly took my tongue and started at the bottom of his shaft, licking the length of him and wrapping my tongue around his tip and starting all over again on the opposite side. I could hear him grunting as his hips started thrusting. I used my mouth and opened my throat as much as I could- inviting him to release. Within seconds, a gush hit the back of my throat as his hands grabbed the back of my head to bury himself as deep as he could. In the seconds after he came, he released my head and pulled himself out of my mouth. His cum dripped from my mouth, down my chin onto my chest. Looking up at him, he smiled down at me.

He leaned down and pulled me softly up from my knees. Pushing me back towards the pole he had hung my dress on. I felt the cold metal hit my back and as the cold spread through my body, my nipples became hard. He fumbled with his belt, slipping it out of the loops and took off his pants. He grabbed my wrists lightly and told me to put them above my head. I did not hesitate. He wrapped his belt around them and tightened them to the pole, leaving me tethered. My chest began to rise and fall faster with excitement. His hands wandered on my body, starting by caressing my face and neck. He felt every inch of my skin without touching my breasts or pussy. Lightly he traced my arms, the length of my legs to my ass, my hips to my ribs. It was sensual and light, and it surprised me. As I settled in the rhythm of his touch, I closed my eyes and began to relax my breathing. Within seconds of my mind wandering, I jolted my eyes open as he grabbed my breast hard. "I want you to watch all of this Brooke. You are here with me, not off with someone else in your mind." I opened my mouth to tell him that wasn't what happened, but he captured it with his. Kissing me deeply, my protest was silenced.

My breathing went back to heavy as I enjoyed our styles meshing and the heat that was spreading throughout my body. Suddenly, my nipples were being tweaked and pulled and my eyes were open again. After this, I came back to reality, realizing I was on a suburban playground, almost naked, tied to a pole, exposed. A slight panic came into my head as I scanned the playground. I felt his mouth encompass my breast as his hand cupped it and his other made its way to my ass. I realized that the probability of someone being on a playground this time of night was extremely low, but it still sat in the back of my head. I began to let go of the thought as Scott was beginning to make my body beg for more.

His tongue flicked my nipple and he tried to get all of my breast in his hand. Grabbing roughly at both of them, I found myself arching my back. I couldn't hold back from moaning. My pussy was starting to drip from the wetness, and it began to show on my panties. I was aching to be touched. Scott looked down as I was arching, and saw the glistening on my shiny underwear. He dropped down to have his face level with my pussy. I didn't know if it would be his tongue, fingers or dick, but something had to make a connection and soon. He slid my panties off slowly as I rocked my hips to help him. When it got towards my shoes, I turned my ankles towards him for him to take them off. He looked up at me and said no. "Those are staying on. Use the belt strap and pull your legs up." I obeyed and as my legs came up he slipped the panties off. I dropped my legs back down to the ground and separated my stance. He rubbed his hands on my inner thighs, and up to my belly button and back down to the top of my pelvic bone. Previously, I had only had a landing strip for pubic hair but for our meeting, he asked me to grow my hair out and have it professionally trimmed and shaped. He wanted me "to look like a woman." I obeyed.

I was trembling, not knowing if it was the crispness of being naked, or the anticipation of what was to come, it was incredibly overwhelming. His hand began to slowly retreat to the mound of hair, crafted to his specifications. He took his index finger and slid it down my slit, making me moan out loud. He then took his middle finger and inserted it deep inside of me. "My my, how wet we already are. I've only just begun." The index finger joined the middle finger and his thumb went to work on my clit. He separated my legs further and drove his hand deeper into the wetness. I found myself riding on his hand, pressing hard against his thumb. When I thought I couldn't take anymore, I felt his tongue begin to lick my pussy lips. He separated my legs even farther and flipped himself around so he was facing the same way as I. The way he had separated my legs, I was basically sitting on his face. I did my best to bring my legs closer together, but he used the aid of the belt holding my wrists and used his arms to hold my thighs up and across. 

Spread eagle couldn't begin to explain how open I was if someone were to be watching. He darted his tongue in and out of my hole, lapping up my juices. I had no choice but to let go and enjoy the ride. His tongue did things to my pussy that I had only dreamt about. My body began to buck against his face, and my moans got louder and louder. He let down one leg and used the hand to begin to finger me again as his tongue traced and tickled my clit. I couldn't help but ride up and down on his hand, my body was in control now. Grinding against anything that he had near or in me, I got to the brink and came hard. My hands clenched in fists, my chest heaving and my legs shaking I opened my eyes. Scott was getting up, smirking and wiping my cum off of his face. He moved towards me, leaning in close to me and loosened the belt to allow my hands free. My wrists were sore, but my body was in such a state of content, I didn't notice.

I turned around and went to grab my bra when Scott grabbed me by the arm. "What are you doing?" he asked me. "Getting dressed? Is that bad? I figured we both came, so we were done," I replied. He laughed. "Absolutely not." As I looked at him, panic spread throughout my body. Behind him, I saw movement coming towards us. "Oh my God Scott... someone's coming!" I hissed. "Yes, you already came," he retorted. Annoyed, I flipped him around to look at the figure making its way closer. His body didn't tense the way mine did, instead, it stayed loose and relaxed. He grabbed my bra out of my hand and threw it back on the pole. I stood frozen, completely humiliated. As the figure got near us, I saw it was a man, Scott's age. He wasn't in a police uniform, so a slight bit of panic left my mind.

"How'd she do?" he asked Scott. My head whipped around to Scott. "What the fuck is going on?" I yelled at Scott. He came towards me and grabbed me under my elbow lightly. The movement exposed my breasts I was desperately trying to cover from the stranger. "I thought I told you to trust me?" he questioned. Before I could retort, he looked me in the eye. "Brooke, I realize that you are naïve and innocent, but, this will only do you good. I know you and wouldn't encourage something that I didn't think you really wanted." A flush came across my face, knowing that I had talked to him about a threesome with two men. "I'm going to ease you into things, I promise. You will enjoy everything we will be doing, and if not, just say the word, and we will be done. If you want though, Jim and I will make you feel unbelievable." 

I couldn't get myself to protest. In the end the thought of two men with their hands all over me was more appealing then being seen as a nice girl or the fear of getting caught. Scott had made me cum harder then I had ever done before, and that wasn't even from being fucked. I couldn't cheat myself out of the chance of another orgasm like that. 

He knew my silence meant compliance and guided me over to the plastic picnic table off to the side of the playground. The park light shined directly down on the table. He laid me on the table, bringing my ass close to the edge. Jim stood off to the side, standing still. Both Scott and I were still naked from our previous exercises. Scott spread my legs wide, exposing my sex. I blushed knowing Jim could see it. I turned my head away wondering what I had gotten myself into. I felt Scott's hand on my face, turning it towards him. "You are not to take your eyes off of Jim, do you understand me?" I nodded in agreement and he turned my head back to Jim.

Moving back down my body, Scott began to tease my already sensitive pussy. My eyes rolled back into my head and I had to fight to bring them back to Jim. I focused in on his eyes as Scott continued to make me wetter and wetter. As his fingers explored my cunt I heard "you won't believe how tight she is Jim- she knows how to use it too." I watched as Jim's pants began to get tighter. I wondered if his cock was like Scott's. Scott continued to work on my pussy, pushing his hands up my legs making them stick up in the air. Jim's view was a tanned, naked body with legs stretched in the air, wedges still on with a man in between those legs, making her moan. The thought of his view caused me to arch my back and grab my breasts with force. I tweaked my nipples, enjoying the feeling of his tongue manipulating my clit and pussy. I focused in on Jim, the thought of him watching me spurred me on now. I wanted him to know that Scott was pleasing me and I enjoyed it. I wanted him to imagine it was him eating me, I wanted him to desire me. Scott was getting me close and my body began to prepare for another orgasm. I grabbed his hair and drove his tongue hard on my pussy and moaned loudly as the wave came over me. I kept my eyes on Jim (when I could keep them open) as I came. I closed my eyes softly in content as I finished.

As I drifted in and out of a light sleep I saw Jim removing his shirt and unbuttoning his pants. I felt Scott's hand on my pussy, capturing some of my juices. I looked at Scott and saw him spreading my cum on his erect cock. His head glistened with his hard work. My pussy was tired, but tingled with the thought of him inside of me. He looked up and I quickly reverted my eyes to Jim as I had been told. Jim was now naked with his hand on his cock. It didn't look as big as Scott's, but it was by no means small. My pussy wouldn't say no to a dance with his dick. As I began to dream about Jim's cock, I felt Scott's head enter me. I threw my head back with pleasure. He entered me slowly, but persistently. He did not allow my pussy walls to compensate by pulling out and going back in. He drove himself in slowly, my mind thinking there was no way there could be more. I heard him grunt and the sound caused me to clamp down on his cock with my pussy. He whispered for me to relax or he'd never fit. I took a deep breath and released allowing for him to penetrate me further. My legs hung off of the table, spread wide as he was standing at the end, sliding himself in. I could have came again, right then. I returned my gaze to Jim who had come closer now. 

Scott finally had himself fully inside of me, and slowly pulled himself back out. He repeated the full entry again, this time moving faster. Again, he pulled himself out and then pushed himself back in. I felt his hands on my thighs pulling me closer to him. My breasts began to move back and forth with every thrust, bouncing as he drove into me. I lost any control I had, moaning loudly, telling him to never stop fucking me. Lost in the moment, I didn't realize Jim had come next to me until I felt his hand on my nipple. He was tweaking it as he moved his other hand up and down his shaft. I looked up at him and grabbed his balls lightly. As Scott fucked me, I gently rubbed on Jim's sack. Jim smiled and grabbed my breast. After a minute, I opened my mouth wide and guided Jim's cock into my mouth. I kept it open and used my tongue to tease his dick as the rigorous bouncing I was experiencing could be dangerous if I were to clamp down. Jim didn't seem to mind as I paid attention to both his cock and balls. The moans I let out created a whole new sensation on his cock.

My body was bucking with pleasure, I knew I was close and Scott picked up on it too. He began pumping me faster, lifting up my ass to drive in deeper. As I started to call out, he used his thumb to put pressure on my clit, causing me to loose all control. Jim's cock fell out of my mouth as I came loudly. Scott continued to pump himself in me, enjoying my pussy coming on his cock. As my pussy walls closed in on him, I felt his cock begin to bulge and knew he was close. He drove it in deep and hard and I heard him grunting and pull out quickly. I felt the wet heat hit my breasts and neck as he finished. 

I felt my hand fall away from Jim's cock as I was in a state of orgasm. Close to unconscious, a small smile spread across my face. I felt my legs being closed and my hips being moved. I struggled to come to as I was being turned over on my stomach and legs dropping to the ground. I looked to find Jim, but Scott came into my view. I saw his soft cock in front of the table, and felt hands on my hips. I was lightly pushed to the side of the table, my knees being placed on the seats, but farther then shoulder width apart. I put my elbows up on the table and leaned forward, assuming a doggie style type position. My world became less hazy as I came down from my orgasm. It was Jim's turn.

He reached down and used my own juices on his cock as Scott had done. He aggressively began to rub my pussy and clit from behind me. He used his other hand to smear Scott's cum all over my breasts, rubbing and cupping them roughly. I began to moan with pleasure, excited by the idea I was going to experience a new cock. Jim knew when I was ready and began to insert himself inside of me from behind. As he did, Scott positioned himself on the other side of the table. I was able to give him proper head as he laid out across the table. My mouth fell right on top of his drained cock that was covered in my own juices. Again, I was tasked with getting him hard in my mouth.

Jim began to drill himself into me, and I felt every inch of him. As he got a rhythm going I began to move my hips to it while I sucked on Scott. Moans escaping my mouth, overcome by the feeling of two cocks at once. Jim slapped my ass hard, making me yell out for him to fuck me harder. It caused him to drive harder and deliver another slap to my red ass. Unable to concentrate, I pulled my mouth away from Scott's cock and gasped for air as my pussy was drilled. Jim reached down and grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled hard. Scott stood up and put himself back in my mouth. I gagged and gargled, and he enjoyed it all. Grabbing at my chest he pumped into my mouth in the same rhythm that Jim pumped into my cunt. I wrapped my arms around Scott's ass, pulling his cock deep into my throat. Jim gripped my hips tightly, pulling me close to him as he could get me. One hand traveled down between my legs as he pushed deeply into me and tweaked and played with my dripping clit. I knew I couldn't take anymore and let the feeling overtake me. Screaming, I came hard on his cock. In turn, Scott pumped my face harder with his cock. Jim pulled out and looked at Scott. Scott pulled out of my mouth. Jim got up on the table and laid back. Scott guided me on top of Jim, facing away from Jim. I slid down his cock, dripping. I began to bounce on his cock, quickly at first. I could hear him breathing hard, getting close. I decided to slow him down. I lifted myself up slowly, and drove myself down even more slowly. I repeated this action over and over until he grabbed my hips and started moving me up and down to the rhythm he desired. Knowing I had tried to control his orgasm, he decided to get revenge. He drove my hips back and forth on his cock, instead of up and down. He moved me just enough that I could feel his cock hit my gspot, but not enough to make me cum. He started to drive my hips faster, and when he knew I was building, he started moving my hips up and down.


Learning to Let Go



I couldn't take the control any longer, and took matters into my own hands. I braced my hands on his legs and grinding the hell out of his cock, just as he had teased me before. This time, I was going to cum, regardless of what he wanted. Jim reached up, grabbing my arms and twisting my wrists behind my back. I continued to grind back and forth on his cock, yelling out, knowing I was going to cum hard. I opened my eyes to see Scott stroking himself, building with my performance. My breasts pronounced and my moans getting louder. I got to the point I was hitting my gspot in the rhythm I needed and came with reckless abandon, screaming and panting. 

Before I could come down from my orgasm, Scott pulled me off Jim and placed me on my knees on the ground. He told me to open my mouth and both he and Jim stroked their cocks vigorously. I saw Jim's body tense and stuck out my tongue. His jizz hit the side of my face and tongue. I opened my eyes to see Scott pumping and grunting and shooting his load on my chest. They both stroked their cocks until they were empty and I was covered in cum.

After some time, Scott pulled me off of my knees and walked me to my clothes. He used my underwear to clean off my face and then kissed me deeply. "You did a good job tonight Brooke. The dirty little slut came out a bit." I blushed and nodded as I began to dress. After we were dressed, Scott walked me over to Jim, who kissed me as Scott had. Jim didn't say anything, turned and walked back towards the way he came. Scott guided me back towards the bar we had started at.

"I can't wait for next time," he whispered in my ear.



Learning to Let Go Pt. 01



Learning to Let Go is a complete, eight part story that I'm posting all in one go (I hate waiting too). It's broken down into parts for the sake of online access rather than "instalments" that many stories have on this site. This means that you don't get a happy orgasmic ending at the end of each section - far from it in fact, as this story is quite the opposite of instant gratification - it's a story meant to be considered in its entirety. I hope I can hold your interest long enough to reach the... climax? 

Please enjoy... 

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2010 

I was sitting in front of my laptop just killing time; watching videos of how to swim better on YouTube. I didn't have that long before I had to head off to work, but I'd really got it into my head that I was going to conquer 'Early Vertical Forearm' when I hit the pool later that day so I was swatting up on research. Deep down I'm really a geek, and swimming has this sort of technical aspect that really appeals to me. I couldn't wait to try all this stuff out and barely noticed Jen enter the room until she was standing on the other side of the coffee table. 

"Yoshi, these photo's; how old are they?" She was holding one of my photo albums and I could tell by her tone which one it was. I'd moved in with her about a month ago, but had only just got around to unpacking the boxes holding sentimental items like my photos. Jen had known all along that I was a keen photographer and that I'd had a number of girls model for me. I'd shown her several pictures while we were dating - several of which saw the girl posing nude, or implied nude. I knew Jen liked them because she had an eye for art, but also, because she was bisexual. I'm not going to say my photo's turned her on because they were erotic; probably because she knew I took them they held a little more zing - wrongly assuming I'd bedded the models later. 

"They're in chronological order. The first picture is about three years old. The last one was taken two weeks before we went on our date to London." Unbidden her hands flicked to the last shot; an oriental girl wearing a black PVC cat suit with, white rope binding her arms above her head to a wooden post which wrapped around her waist and down around her legs. She was stretched out, and her feet - which were bare - didn't quite touch the ground. I was very proud of that shot as it encompassed everything I wanted to achieve using a complex lighting arrangement capturing this girl's absolute submission. Her expression was perfect, white rope against shiny black PVC demanded the highest attention to the dynamic range... and her feet. God but there was something about how her feet were set that gave me little shivers. 

Jen sat down on the other sofa. I'd learnt that this was an indicator of a "proper talk". If she wanted to have a standard conversation then she'd sit next to me. We had a very tactile relationship at that point; while we'd been together a little under a year, I'd spent most of it overseas on tour. In many ways, we were still in the honeymoon period, still finding out little things about the other. Not quite on a daily basis, but every now and then something new would crop up. 

Today, with only ten minutes to spare before I needed to be out of the door, it was my interest in fetish photography. I hadn't hidden it, and Jen knew I had several kinks, but I think maybe she figured I'd just talked a good talk. She'd told me she felt she was sexually adventurous not long after we'd been dating, and I knew from the outset that her previous partners had been mostly girls. But she had had trust issues - not really sexual ones. I just didn't feel like trying to push my luck; truthfully just content with what we had. 

"So" she began "these are pretty out there?" 

"I suppose so." I wasn't trying to be awkward but I had no idea where this was going and had no intention of hanging myself if it wasn't necessary. 

"Do you... like this?" To her credit she merely seemed curious and just a little on edge. Jen had an amazing posture, which was something I found enchanting, but it did mean that her body language wasn't always that easy to read. As she sat on the sofa waiting for my answer I was struggling to work out which side the coin would land. If you've ever seen a cat sitting looking straight through you then you have a fair idea of how Jen was looking at me. She had very light brown eyes, almond if you want to be pretentious about it, which matched her hair that was only just shoulder length so it could be tied back - but no longer. She was very sporty, and was rarely out of exercise clothes which was how she was dressed now; grey jogging bottoms and a black sports bra. 

"Jen, you're assuming from the picture that this is the sort of thing that turns me on." 

"Does it?" 

"Not all of it, no." Her expression had not changed. I'm not sure she had even blinked. Her left hand flipped plastic covered page after plastic covered page, crinkling them under her fingertips. She stopped half way through; I knew what was coming as she held up the album to show a girl being caned. The shot was aimed to capture her pain and it did, my flash had lit the trail of her tears as well as the drool stringing out of her mouth. Her eyes were pressed closed and her jaw clenched fast. 

"What about this? Would you like to do this to me?" 

"No, actually that's not really my thing." She raised an eyebrow. 

"If that's the case then why take the photo?" 

"She asked me to." This answer stopped her in her tracks. "You thought I what? Paid her to do this for the picture? Or she was forced into it somehow?" I tried a different approach before this got out of hand. "Jen, last night, when I was fucking you from behind, I pulled your hair didn't I? 

"Yes." I smiled remembering and I saw her sexy eyes sparkle at the recent memory. 

"We both know it drives you wild." 

"Mmm." We sat there, for a moment, watching each other replaying the sex in our heads. 

"Come here." I wasn't sure if this would backfire but she got up gracefully and walked over to me. I sat back and held out my hands which she took and I pulled her onto my lap. I loved having her sit astride me like this as she rested her hands on my shoulders, my own hands encircling her waist which was incredibly toned. The level of fitness this girl had was astounding; it was the one thing that had me hooked right from the start. Her hips shifted forward and I could see she had an evil little glint in her eyes; I felt my cock swelling as I dropped my hands down to cup underneath her arse. 

"You like to feel a little dominated don't you?" I said. She smiled and replied. 

"Not right now." 

"Ok, but last night you wanted to be treated rough." She continued looking down at me but started rocking her hips almost imperceptibly. "And you liked having your hair pulled - you liked the pain. It's ok to admit that." Jen's expression flickered to doubt and I thought she was going to deny it but in the end nodded. 

"It's nice, not too hard, just enough to make me feel you. Feel like you're in control." And as she said the words I could tell the concept was trickling through her mind and making the mental leap to what the girl in the photo was experiencing. "I like it when you're in control." 

"But not right now?" 

"No." 

"I'm going to be late for work aren't I?" 

"Yes." 

2009 

I had run a lap around the old Napoleonic fortifications which was about four miles and was on the finishing mile when I saw her skip up some steps from a pedestrian crossing. She looked fit. Really properly fit rather than the goes to the fashionable gym now and then kind of fit that a lot of people were happy with. It was summer and she had her legs on display; I could clearly see the tone of her muscles as she ran. I wanted to take a closer look, so I picked up the pace. 

I'm not going to lie, it took me a lot more effort to catch her than I thought it would; she didn't look like she was putting much sweat into it but actually this girl could run. By the time I closed the gap to start seeing details my lungs were rasping for breath; but my god was it worth it. 

Her hair was tied up in a short pony tail which bounced with each footfall. I could admire her back to my heart's content without it getting in the way, which pleased me hugely because her upper body was about as perfect as I could imagine. She was slight of build but what was there was strong, defined, yet still very feminine and all covered in sheen of perspiration. Her white top had a dark damp mark all the way down the centre, and my imagination was going crazy considering what it might be like to peel that top off her. The only let down was that I couldn't make out the shape of her bum too well because her shorts were a loose fit. But I was prepared to make the assumption it would be well past my expectations by a long way. 

We got to the end of the wall and turned the corner which then became a steep climb; the type cyclists dismount for and cars collect at the bottom during icy conditions. As we rounded the bend she noticed I was following her; like me she wore headphones and so couldn't have heard my approach. She'd been running in the middle of the pavement but now pulled over to one side to let me past. This consideration was commendable but it held two problems for me; I was happy with the view as it was, and I now had to hit this incline while she watched me - and I was already burnt out. It couldn't be avoided and by the time I came to the back gate of the garrison I was about ready to throw up - but at least I hadn't completely embarrassed myself. 

2010 

My phone vibrated in my pocket just as I started walking home from work at the end of the day, and looking at the screen I saw Jen had texted me. I unlocked it and read the message. 

I can't stop thinking about you taking charge during sex. I want to know more. 

In no way was I expecting this and literally had to stop and think for a minute about what to reply. On one level I was excited and another a little anxious. The last thing I wanted was for Jen to feel she needed to do this to please me. If she had convinced herself I needed to have kinky sex and so she had to provide it, we would have a problem. I'd seen it happen to too many people; one person tries to be something they're not and the other pushes them too far thinking their partner is enjoying it and the whole relationship goes to shit. I didn't want that... I didn't need kinky sex at all. I was getting off quite happily on Jen's reactions without needing to go any further. I sent back; 

You don't have to feel like you need to do this for me. I'm really happy with our sex life. 

No longer than thirty seconds later my phone buzzed again. 

You don't want to tie me up and spank me then? 

That was cheeky; and just the amount of sass in the text turned me on more than the content but I needed to take this slowly. I wanted to double check her desires every step of the way so there was no miscommunication. 

The only thing I really want is to make you happy. If being spanked turns you on, Jen, then I would love to do it. But you don't have to ask this to please me. I want to be clear; is this something you want to try for your own curiosity? 

I got back. 

I'm so wet thinking about it. Please can we try it? I want it. 

I think I read those words three or four times and by the time I started to compose a reply another message arrived. 

Now going to class. Will see you after xxx. 

I'd completely forgotten she had to teach gymnastics at the local sports centre and would not be at home waiting for me. I felt unjustifiably put out by this as my arousal was core deep; where you can feel the weight of it in your stomach. I wasn't hard, but my skin tingled a little. The sexual tension rolled through my body as I started to put together an evening of exploration. How far could I go? How far did I dare go? I really did not want to scare her, but I did want this to be special and something she would definitely want to know more about in the future. I thought about her body more than anything. The truth was I found her so sexy that I really didn't need anything more from her to arouse me. 

2005 

I had accidentally fallen into the fetish world more as a result of circumstance than by design. By a very circular route photography pushed me into it. I took a course in the evenings after work to try and improve my skills which turned out to be a complete waste of time. You could never say I was an advanced student but compared to the rest I was streets ahead, and the tutor had to spend most of his time fielding very basic questions while I sat there bored. 

There was one girl, however, that I considered my equal in the peer group and on top of that I found her incredibly interesting. We hit it off right away, sharing a dry humour, a love of reading, writing, and flirting. She wasn't beautiful, but she did have sex appeal in spades. I really couldn't say how attracted I was to Nikki, but I knew I wanted to fuck her. I had no idea if she felt the same or if it was just a case of my being the only one worth talking to in the group. Either way, we got on really well and started spending time away from the course together; sometimes taking photos of landscapes and other times leaving the cameras at home while we went for a drink. We never technically went on dates exactly no matter what sort of sexual undertones our conversations held. 

One day Nikki asked me to meet her in a quaint old pub by a nearby railway station. It was a very quiet place and a surprise choice for a venue as we normally liked the louder places that played punk and metal all day. Pushing open the door revealed exactly what I thought it would be like; completely dead. The Saturday afternoon sunshine splashed light onto a bar that would've been better off without it. An old man behind the bar gave me a sharp look when I ordered a Jack Daniels and he didn't hang around for small talk, moving back to his newspaper as soon as my money was in the till. I got settled on a stool; Nikki was always late and while it drove me mad she always had a reason. Two shots later and the door banged open. 

"Hey Yoshi, I'm really sorry - the fucking train was delayed." I just laughed. 

"No dramas Nik. What're you having? Stella?" She nodded and I ordered a round in. 

"Cheers. Hey, fancy a game of pool?" 

"I didn't know they had a table. Yeah, you know I'm always up for a game." Nikki took her drink off the bar, scrapping the beer off the bottom as she did so. 

"C'mon, the tables out back." I followed her through a door, checking out her figure which was a little more on display today in knee length boots, leggings, and a tight top - all in black. She looked over her shoulder and caught me staring. I didn't even try to hide my interest; we had gone past that point many weeks ago. I knew Nikki was cool with it because she would give me this lopsided little smile and they'd be this little extra swing to her hips when she carried on walking. Today was no different and I could tell she was putting on a show for me while she bent over to get the balls out of the table. 

"I want to talk to you about something." She said chalking her cue. 

"Cool, Am I breaking or you?" 

"You." She passed me the chalk which was surprisingly good quality, and the cue was pretty good also. 

"So what's up Nik?" I broke off, satisfied with the split, my focus very much on the table more than the conversation. 

"I'd like you to do me a favour?" 

"Hmm?" There was a possible clearance here if I played the next shot right which required just the right amount of weight and a touch of top spin. 

"I need you to take some photos of me for my website." The ball trickled into the middle pocket with the cue ball rolling on a further foot; almost exactly where I wanted it. Beaming at her I just shrugged and said. 

"Sure. I didn't know you had a site. What's it about?" I didn't notice at the time but it took Nikki some time to answer. I'd potted a further two more balls before I realised she was waiting for me to give her my attention fully. 

"I'm a professional Mistress." 

"You're fucking joking." 

"I'm not." She gave me a very level gaze. 

"I thought you were a project manager?" 

"Yeah, but I do this also. Look, I know you're good at portraits and I need to update my site and I want it done properly. You're always after the practice and I thought maybe..." I was still very much reeling from the information to take the praise and consider the proposition. On many levels it explained why I found her so sexual - because she was that sexual. We'd had a massive amount of banter about all sorts of kinky things and looking back I should've been more surprised that she was so comfortable with it. Even thinking this way made me feel a total idiot; I wasn't used to being the inexperienced person in the conversation but it slowly dawned on me it was very much the case here. 

It instantly turned me on. 

"Where do I sign up?" 

Continues in Part 2.



Learning to Let Go Pt. 02



Learning to Let Go is an 8 part continuous series; so if you were naughty and skipped ahead I urge you to start at the beginning or the following may make little sense. 

Welcome to Part 2. 

***** 

2010 

I heard Jen fitting the key into the Yale lock and felt my heartrate jump. Since she'd last texted I'd spent part of the time me considering what I was going to do to her, and the rest desperately trying to calm myself down. For this to work I had to be in control and master my own desires well before I got anywhere near hers. I knew it was going to be as much a challenge for me as it was for her. 

She came into the living room somewhat hesitantly and just set her gym bag down next to her feet right in the middle of the floor. I really had no idea what sort of mood she was in; I'd never seen her so unsure of herself. I sat looking at her gathering what must've been courage to move this forward. Part of me wanted to make it easy for her; to take her by the hand and lead her down the path she wanted to try. But I wanted her to initiate this. This was her call and only afterwards would I assume control. Right now I needed to hear it from her and maybe see how much conviction was there. If she just liked the idea of a quick spanking then fair enough; if she was aiming to go further then she really would need to be sure. 

She set her jaw as I'd seen her do countless times before doing a particularly hard floor set or vault. I knew she relished testing her will against her fear and that was why I was so keen to make this happen. She would love it once she learnt what the rules really were. The hard part was taking the first step. 

"So... how does this work?" She said finally. I could see in her face she was fantastically aroused and as I looked closer I could see she was trembling slightly. I needed to relax as well, but I was acutely aware my cock was rock hard. Trying to resist the temptation of just fucking her there and then was rapidly looking less and less likely. I should've cum before she got home. 

"Jen," I began "do you really want to try this sort of thing? There's a big difference between a little rough sex and what the girls in the photos were having done to them." Her eyes went big at this. 

"You're going to hurt me that much?" And the panic was clear in her tone. 

"I'm not going to hurt you at all. The difference is going to be mental. If you want your arse spanked that'll be a sensation, a physical one mainly but you will feel dominated. But what I want to do is beyond that. I want to get into your head Jen. It'll be much more intense - but it will also be that much harder for you to deal with." 

"You want me to choose?" 

"Yes" She looked away, not wanting to meet my eyes and then sharply back again. 

"This is about trust isn't it?" I smiled but I can't say it was entirely genuine. This felt like a gamble. It's one thing to say you trust someone, to trust your partner. It's a little different when you ask them to prove it. 

"This is about what you want me to do to you, and you trusting me that, no matter what, I have your desires as my key motivation." She blushed and in that moment I knew she had been thinking some very kinky things indeed. I stood and walked over to her and took her hands in mine. "This will be a huge turn on for me, Jen. I'm really going to enjoy you. But my pleasure is to please you - by pushing you to please me in ways that will be a challenge to you." She shook her head. 

"That sounds complicated." 

"It is and it isn't. Your whole life has been about control. You're one of the most disciplined people I've ever met; it's what I love about you and it's what turns me on about you. You're determined, you're in control, but you like the feeling of not having that because it feels dangerous. It feels risky, and you get off on that." 

"I'm not sure that makes sense." She looked even less sure and obviously I didn't get that right. So I tried again. 

"It's like being on a rollercoaster. You can't control it, it takes you wherever it will and you just have to go with it, and it's exhilarating. You have the choice to get on it, but once there you have no control." 

"Ok, that's better." Then she said "But no matter what happens you know it's really safe and you won't get hurt?" I pulled her to me and kissed her on the top of her head. 

"You have to trust that I'm safe even when it seems like I'm scary." 

"And I'll enjoy the ride?" I laughed and she beamed up at me before pushing me away. "So what do you want me to do?" She'd already made up her mind. 

"I want you to get ready to go into town" She did a double-take as if she had misheard me. 

"We're going into town?" 

"Yes." 

"What the hell are you planning?" 

"You'll see. But when you come back downstairs the scene will have started and you will behave like my sub. Do you think you know what I am expecting?" She swallowed. 

"I guess. I have to do whatever you ask me to?" 

"Well done. Now get your arse upstairs. And while you're up there you'd better think of a safe word." She didn't move right away, the words still tumbling through her mind. Then she nodded her head - more to herself - and ran lightly up the stairs. 

About half an hour later there was the distinct sound of Jen's high heels walking across the landing and I stood to welcome her downstairs. She was dressed very similarly to a secretary; black skirt and white blouse which was well fitted. Jen was always conscious of having small breasts, but I was crazy about them because they were so damn pert all the time. She could get away without wearing a bra if she wanted, but I had laid her favourite out on her bed along with the other clothes she was wearing. No, it wasn't the bra I had decided to miss out. 

"I'm going to make an assumption that not choosing me any panties, and then hiding them all up means I'm not allowed to wear any?" She eyed me coolly, a little grimly, in fact. Dropping my gaze to her skirt I realised I'd accidentally picked a shorter one than I had intended; black skirts all look the same hanging up it turns out. I decided to just persevere because I didn't want to give her the message I'd back track on anything. 

"I like knowing I can touch you whenever I choose." I stepped close and ran my hand up her leg very slowly. Her breath caught as I reached the top but I pulled my hand away before touching her intimately. She gave me a confused and disappointed look as I had never treated her this way before. "Patience, Jennifer." I said. 

"You know I hate that!" She snapped back at me and it was true, I knew she hated my using her full name. 

"I'm going to call you what the fuck I like. Now, because you're new to this, I'll let that slide, but next time you had better think before you speak or you will suffer the consequences." She almost stood to attention as I said it straight into her face. I gave her the serious deadpan tone I give to recruits when I want them to realise they are at the limit of my patience. She didn't make eye contact; it's funny how people automatically avert their gaze when you really get into their space. Still looking down at the floor she said in a quiet voice. 

"What should I call you? Sir? Master?" I inwardly smiled. Having been through military training where the game is to avoid getting caught out; the first thing you learn is to never ask anything. It always gets used against you, and that's exactly what I did here. 

"I was going to let you call me by my name as I didn't want this to be too hard on you - especially in public. But... seeing as you're so fucking keen to open your mouth and talk to me about it, I guess I'll let you call me Sir." Jen being a clever girl let this information settle even though I could tell she was desperate to ask me more questions. Showing restraint already was a very good sign indeed. 

I let her get her handbag from the kitchen and noted just how well she moved. Jen didn't wear heels all that often because she was always in trainers, but she really could walk in them well - probably from years of having to point her toes. She always did that like it was second nature; walk on tip toe. It maybe wasn't too good for her bones or something, but it sure as hell looked hot. 

"Jennifer wait." She stopped dead in her tracks. "Bend over and touch the floor." Her body language seemed to turn a little stubborn; hand on her hips, chin tilted upwards. 

"Why?" 

"That's five minutes you owe me. You should watch your mouth." Before she could process what I'd said she asked. 

"Five minutes of what?" 

"Five minutes of punishment - which is now ten minutes. You're lucky it's not fifteen for not calling me "Sir"." She remembered herself and tried to apologise but I cut her short. "Shut the fuck up and bend over." She did so instantly this time, palms easily pressing flat to the floor even in heels. I walked around her, admiring her flexibility and her strength. Idly I wondered how long I could keep her like this before her legs started to shake. I squatted down behind her and I could easily smell her arousal before I ducked my head a little lower to look at her pussy lips pressed tightly together. There was clearly a lot of moisture smeared around the tops of her thighs from walking around. It wouldn't take much to crack those lips open with a fingertip and watch her juices ooze down her leg. I really wanted to see that. My mind's eye kept replaying what it would be like, how sexy, how wanton but vulnerable she would be this way. But I didn't want to touch her yet, I didn't want to give her the sensation. 

"How much would you like me to lick your pussy right now Jennifer?" 

"Yes. Please. Sir." 

"It looks very tasty Jennifer. It's making my cock ache just from looking at it." Then I said, on a whim. "Why don't you beg me to lick it?" I knew she wouldn't have a problem saying this. Some girls really don't like to beg but I think Jen enjoyed it. It was the next bit I would trip her up on. 

"Please would you lick my pussy, Sir? I smiled. 

"You haven't got a pussy Jennifer, that's what nice girls call it. You're too nasty for that. Look at all of that cream smeared around the tops of your thighs. No, you have a cunt. So why don't you beg me to lick your cunt?" I knew she'd struggle with this. She really wasn't that accustomed to regular swear words compared to me and this one always offended her. I could see her starting to tremble at this requirement; it was easy for her not to wear panties but much harder for her to do this. Her thought process was probably trying to work out how to get past the shame to please me and say the words so I would eat her out. She wanted her pussy touched more than anything at that moment. I could hear her panting slightly as she started to say it. 

"Please... Sir... please would you... Lick my... cunt?" And I could see a little bit of tension leave her body as she stumbled over this word." I laughed. 

"No, you were far too fucking slow. Stand up straight." She looked cheated, actually looked horrified at how I had cheated her out of that one small pleasure. "You never did tell me your safe word, Jennifer?" 

"Dismount, Sir." 

"Hmm good girl. Shall we go?" 

2009 

Jen and I started to regularly cross paths after that first encounter on my run. At first I caught glimpses of her doing what seemed to me like hill reps; which was madness because what type of person voluntarily does hills reps? In the army it's a punishment, and I was raised in the lowlands; a hill to most people was nigh on a mountain for me. But there she was, up there working away, in sun or rain, with the same level of intensity. That alone blew me away. I figured she must be like a pro runner or something, and I really did admire her efforts. Or, in other words, I had a crush on her. 

For a few weeks I had been wondering if it was possible to somehow work out her run patterns so I could, and I hadn't gotten very far with how I would do this, strike up a conversation with her. Aside from her seeming not to have any sort of pattern I could ascertain, she'd have her phones in, so would I, and we'd both be red faced and blowing. Not a good situation to try and chat up a girl, but I knew I would be gutted if I didn't at least have a punt - even if it was a poor one. I didn't properly know what her face looked like because I'd only caught a side on glimpse the once, but her body had me fantasizing about it at an alarming frequency. 

Fate, however, lent me a hand and one day I was in the local pool - which was a pretty good one, wasted on the area really as there were only a handful of proper swimmers that used it. I was about half an hour in, so maybe a mile completed, when I noticed a swimmer get into the lane next to me. It was a girl, and she was stunning. Well, her legs and back were, I couldn't see much past the swim hat and goggles on her face; and when you're swimming front crawl you only look sideways when you breathe - so I only got fleeting glances as we swam passed each other. It was more than enough to take my mind off my aching triceps and allow me to attack the next mile in good spirits. She was putting an impressive amount of force into each stroke but it wasn't translating to forward momentum, and her head lifted high with each breath. She was fit and swimming reasonably fast, but I was easily outpacing her; probably using much less effort too due to her inefficiency in the water. 

Twenty minutes later and she'd stopped pushing and was just coasting - then broke into a breaststroke, so I figured she was warming down just as I was on my last two hundred meters. By the time I hit the sixty minute marker she was sitting on the side of the pool just watching me. I sprinted the last fifty meters and came to a halt gasping for air next to her legs. I looked up and she looked down, both of us wearing goggles which meant it took a while for me to recognise her. Holy fuck. I didn't really know what to say. 

"You're actually very good in the water aren't you?" She said in a sort of cheeky way that I really didn't know if she was complimenting my swimming or putting down my running. So I went with that. 

"I'm a much better swimmer than a runner I can't lie." She laughed. 

"You're not so bad at running for a soldier." I wasn't sure if that was good or bad that she'd figured that out. It was an army town and people growing up there knew within seconds if they were talking to a squaddie or not. " But I didn't realise you were into your swimming as well." 

"Why would you expect to know that anyway?" I was a bit confused why she'd know anything about me at all. 

"Oh, people talk. It's a small town." She pushed her goggles up, and I instinctively did the same. I'm not completely sure, but that might've been the moment I fell for Jen. Her eye sockets had deep lines around them where the goggles had been, but it was clear she had beautiful eyes; I thought they were green initially although it may have just been the colour cast of the pool being so blue. But the thing that really got under my skin was how real she was - with herself. No makeup, eyes all imprinted by goggles, face still red, and a stupid swim hat to top it all off. But here she was, flirting away like she was dressed up at a bar. 

"So what do you know about me then?" I asked. She held her hands up in surrender, dragging water out of the pool and splashing droplets over me. 

"I work with Danielle." 

"At the community centre?" I couldn't believe she was even talking to me if that was the case. Daniele was an ex who hated me with a passion because I volunteered to go on tour instead of stay home with her; I sort of assumed she would have been spreading nothing about poison about me. "I, umm... I didn't think she liked me very much?" When she laughed it made my heart soar, it was fucking magical how easy she was to be around. 

"Well, Yoshi, you're right there. But you have to remember she talked about you before you broke her heart." I felt a little indignant about that. 

"Hey, she gave me the ultimatum. What? You know me by name? What's yours?" She held out her hand and said. 

"I'm Jen. Pleased to meet you." I had to reach up to take it and I really couldn't say the first time we touched was electric because our fingers were both really wrinkly and rough from being submerged for so long. "Do you think you could give me some pointers on how to swim better?" 

"Am I getting chatted up here?" I laughed. 

"Don't get cocky; I like you but I do want to learn to swim better. You didn't even look like you were trying earlier." I had to squint now as the sun had moved around to a window behind her. She was fucking perfect. I wouldn't say her face was a model's; she was attractive, not distinctive; but her confidence just kept dragging me in, wanting to know her more. Also, because I am a self-confessed pig of a man, her legs were making me think some quite lewd thoughts. I wanted her. A lot. 

"It's like many things in life; all about technique." I said. We both grinned at the innuendo and maybe she rolled her eyes a little but I could tell she knew I was just playing. "Why don't you get back in and show me your stroke?" This was getting pretty cheesy now, but fuck it, why not make it obvious that I was after her? She said straight back without batting an eyelid and one eyebrow raised. 

"Are you just trying to get me wet?" 

I didn't have an answer. She'd beaten me at my own game and she knew it. Sunlight streamed in around her as she pulled her goggles back down before slipping into the water. She surfaced briefly - still grinning at me - and then pushed off the wall and started swimming rapidly down the lane. 

My heart went with her. 

2010 

It made sense for Jen to take her car for the short trip into town. Normally we would walk, but with Jen in her heels it might take the edge of her mood if her feet started to hurt on the way home. Also, I knew I'd be in a rush to get her back. 

"Where are we going?" She said before quickly adding "Sir." 

"If you park at the library that'll be fine." This was a regular place to park for shopping in the centre of town and there would be plenty of spaces being early evening. We both flipped the shades down in preparation for the low sun and Jen started the engine. The car was baking after sitting in the afternoon heat, and I took the liberty of lowering both our windows. The air itself was warm and I held my hand out into the airflow which helped keep me cool. Jen was concentrating on driving but I could tell she was distracted. Her legs were driving me insane. Every time she pressed the clutch in I would be treated to the sight of her muscles flexing. I let my hand drop down to her leg and she let out a little gasp. Clearly she was keyed up for this. We didn't talk at all during the short journey and the silence was loaded with tension. 

As soon as Jen stopped the car I got out to check we would not need to pay while she collected her handbag. She opened the door and swung her gorgeous legs out into the warm hues of the setting sun; my god but she was hot. Somewhere during the short drive she seemed to find her balance and I could see her confidence beginning to bloom again as she casually walked up to me, hitting the key fob on the way. Jen looked at me through her lashes; the sunlight twinkling in her light brown eyes. 

"Sir?" She was setting my desires on fire like this. Of its own volition I snaked a hand around her waist which instantly dropped to cup her arse. Her skirt was so short the very ends of my fingers could curl underneath to feel the crease of skin where her arse folded over the top of her thigh. It started to drive me wild and I roughly pulled her against me; kissing her hard as she moaned into my mouth. Automatically she widened her stance to allow further access, and my fingers slipped easily on her on her lubricated skin, encouraging my lust. We were completely out in the open and I didn't care; from the way Jen was working her hips I was sure she didn't care either. I felt her flesh parting for my middle finger and easily entered her making her groan loudly as she broke our kiss. 




Learning to Let Go Pt. 02



"Yes! Please Yoshi I need to cum so badly!" 

Instantly I realised two things; one she was so horny she could climax here and now, and two, I was about to fuck up my plans for our evening. I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her away from me recognising she wasn't the only one gasping for breath. 

"You forgot to call me Sir." I said, forcing the words from my completely aroused body. "That's fifteen fucking minutes you owe me." She looked like she was going to say something and without really thinking I inserted my finger into her mouth and she naturally started to suck on it. "Does your cunt taste good, Jen?" She closed her eyes, gently nodding and I felt that tug on my passion once more; my imagination replacing the finger for my cock - and then she took my hand and started to daintily lick my fingers. I don't think Jen was trying to please me at this point, I think she was just lost in an arousal that had started hours ago. Any sort of stimulation was good stimulation. The darker side of my psyche stirred at this knowing that the fish was, most certainly, on the hook. 

From over Jen's shoulder I could see an old couple walking towards us which helped me regain my composure and I extracted my finger from her beautiful lips. Her expression was one of disappointment, even a hint of anger - which I adored. 

"Come along my pet, we need to do a spot of shopping." I offered my arm and she took it, cuddling close for a moment, seeking the contact. 

"Yes, Sir. But aren't all the shops closed?" 

"One will be open, Jennifer." 

I'm sure she knew there was a sex shop on a side road off the old high street, but she hadn't guessed it was our destination until we arrived outside its very plain, but completely obvious door. Jen's step faltered as I swung open the door; this was not new territory to me and I entered with confidence. On the right hand side was a rack full of DVD's; all hardcore porn. For the life of me I couldn't work out why people would buy porn when there was so much available free on the internet. Jen's eyes were open wide with shock. I found what I was looking for; a DVD cover showing a girl getting fucked in the arse. 

"Jennifer, come and stand here and keep your eyes on this." My finger rested on the spot just below the pornstars cock-filled arse. Jen now looked scared, we had never tried anything to do with anal play in the past, and we hadn't really discussed it either. I had never pushed for it and I had no idea how Jen would react to it. Standing behind my lover I pushed her closer to the rack and pulled her hair away from her ear so I could whisper. "I am going to buy a few things. You are not allowed to turn around. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, Sir." Was her very shy reply. 

"I can't wait to use you." 

"Yes, Sir." I could see she was trembling almost uncontrollably but walked away to get what I needed all the same. 

There was no need for me to rush at this stage, and I felt I ought to slow down, to drag the task out so that Jen would be forced to wait longer with only her thoughts and pornographic images for company. I bet her imagination was running wild, and looking over my shoulder at her it was easy to see the amount of tension in her body. She hadn't moved as far as I could tell and was statue like apart from the rise and fall of her shoulders which I knew to be her deep breathing exercises. If you watch any athlete before they compete there is a period of time where they try to compose themselves and that Jen felt the need to do this spoke volumes. 

The owner of the store didn't make any comments about Jen standing there waiting in one spot, he didn't even give me a curious look about it. The guy was probably entirely used to weird behaviour like this and just got on with scanning the products, putting them in a non-descript black carrier bag. I paid by card and he handed over the bag smiling genuinely before wishing us both a good evening. I thought that very professional indeed. 

"Come along Jennifer, let's go and get a drink." 

"We're not going home now?" 

"That's twenty minutes." I think she swore under her breath. 

Continues in Part 3.



Learning to Let Go Pt. 03



Learning to Let Go is an 8 part continuous series; so if you were naughty and skipped ahead I urge you to start at the beginning or the following may make little sense. 

Welcome to Part 3. 

***** 

2005 

Nikki's house did not seem so different to all the others in the street except that it was larger, and had a lovely wooden door rather than a plastic one. I stood looking at it for a while under the weight of all sorts of photography equipment. To this day I have no idea for my hesitation other than my uncertainty of where this was going. I didn't know if this was going to be strictly taking pictures; I fancied Nikki and I was convinced she felt more for me than just friendship, but also, I was compelled to not try to take advantage of the situation. There's enough guys using the pretence of photography to try and fuck girls, and I really did not want to be associated with that. Word would quickly get around and that would put pay to getting people to model for me. 

Tapping the brass knocker lightly on the door I stood back to wait and see how this would pan out. I planned keep my options open and not commit to anything without a damn good reason. If I concentrated on taking the pictures then I could not be accused of pushing my luck, and I vowed not to be an idiot about the situation. It was just as likely that I just didn't have the confidence to deal with a girl this experienced but I didn't like to admit it - even to myself. 

The door opened a crack and Nikki peeked an eye out to make sure it was me and then quickly took the chain off the door to let me in. I had to walk through sideways because of the gear slung over my shoulder and she stood to one side so I faced her briefly, as I drew level she stood on tip toe and kissed me on the check. 

"Hi Yoshi. I so pleased you could come." I might've reacted better if Nikki wasn't wearing a loose fitting nightgown. It was black silk, with a sash, and her pale skin contrasted against it strongly. I could look down the gap in it to see almost all of her breasts. 

"Hey Nikki, it's my pleasure." I stammered this out and felt clumsy about it; flustered, and the pressure was going to start to creep up almost instantly. 

"So, what about you just drop your gear down and we have a drink just to chill out. Then I'll show you around and maybe you can get some ideas - I mean, I have ideas but I want your input also." 

"Sounds good. What're we drinking?" Placing my light stands and diffusers down I gingerly laid my camera bag on top of them. Two days ago I'd crashed out on a brand new lens and I was still worried about damaging it. I knew there was no point being so protective about equipment because if you didn't use it then why buy it? 

"You like JD don't you?" I thought it a bit early - I had to be sober enough to take pictures after all. On the other hand maybe it'd help with camera shake. 

"Sure, plenty of ice and a splash of coke if you have any?" 

"I know." She padded away around a corner into her kitchen which wasn't a separate room from the large living room I stood in. The carpet just ended and a stone tile floor started. It was nice and spacious; but the geek in me wondered how practical it would be cooking something like a steak and smoking your living room out at the same time. Nikki was tinkling ice into a tumbler and I found the sound, the whole activity quite soothing. I leaned against a giant box, like a stage box that used to be kept in the drama room when I was at school. It wasn't quite the same height as a bar but it was close enough. Nikki put the glass down in front of me and gave me a big smile. I smiled back and took a sip of the whiskey and coke. 

"I've had to model for stuff before." She said to me as she swirled her own drink, the same as mine, around in her glass. "We have to do the nude stuff first." 

"We do?" 

"Yeah because that way you don't get the clothes imprints on your skin. We'll work backwards putting clothes on me." I laughed. 

"That is fucking kinky - never tried to put clothes on a girl before." Nikki gave me a look I couldn't read. 

"Some of the clothes I want to wear are very... restrictive. Corsets for example." She was looking for me to flinch. I don't think I did. 

"But you want to do naked first?" 

"Something arty. Some sort of black and white high contrast shot." 

"That could work. Are you going to be comfortable naked? Maybe you'd like to talk more and get relaxed?" She laughed, and very casually slipped off her robe. 

"You're sweet Yoshi, but I'm very used to being naked in front of men." However I was not used to girls just getting there kit off bold as brass. She stood there, one arm folded beneath her breasts while the other held the glass up to her lips. She was surprisingly curvy - I think her not wearing a bra emphasized this, or maybe it was because I could only see the very tops of her hips where I stood; the box obscuring the view to her lower half. I started to get hard. I couldn't help it and I did try to think of other things beyond fucking her. Nikki was just standing looking right at me and I had no doubt at all she was seducing me. I was going to let her. 

Walking back to my camera gear I tried to put some sort of plan together. I'm sure everyone likes to think they are the ones in charge of a situation, and normally I was person. However, today was a different matter entirely and I wasn't all that sure if I like it. I felt sort of dizzy with lust and anticipation, and I knew damn well I'd struggle to take a decent photo. I went through the checklist of preparing my camera as I walked more into the middle of the room; eyes on the LCD screen of my Nikon. When I looked over Nikki hadn't moved except for turning her head towards me. But from this angle I could see into the box. 

"Jesus fucking Christ!" The box front was a barred door, and inside the box, curled up like some sort of alien exhibit was a person clad head to toe in PVC. "What the fuck is he doing in there?!" 

"He's having some time out. He's been naughty." My head was desperately trying to absorb what was going on. The scene was absolutely fucking surreal; a naked girl drinking whiskey and coke leaning up against what I guess you'd call a cage. In the cage was - again an assumption - a "gimp". I heard all the jokes about them, but here I was looking at one in real life. It didn't seem real at all. "Don't worry" she continued "he can't see or hear anything." 

"And how is that punishment kinky? Sounds more like general torture to me?" This might sound like a strange reaction, but I lifted my camera up and snapped off several shots. It was the only thing that felt normal and comfortable. Maybe subconsciously the camera acted like a barrier between me and what was in front of me. As if I was looking at them through a TV or something. The gimp hadn't moved, but Nikki had arched her arse out a little (being sideways on to me proved an awesome shot) and I found my interest beginning to charge as the shock wore off. 

"This is going to confuse you Yoshi, but he likes it. He's incredibly turned on right now." She put her glass down on the top of the cage and walked around to the front of it and very intentionally squatted down on her haunches. I was immediately snapping off pictures, wishing I had sorted my flash out so that I could bounce some light off the floor and fill the shadows under her, as she reached into the cage. There was a long low moan, and the guys started to thrash about weirdly until I realised he was cuffed at his wrists and ankles. "He's hard as fuck." Nikki said. "Wouldn't surprise me if he was about to cum - good job I stopped really." 

I tried to get a batter angle but it was just too damn dark to bring out any details of what was happening. Nikki stood up and leaned back against the cage so her breasts stood out proudly. The light was pretty soft from the blinds and lit her nicely from one side. She let her head tip backwards and the pose was keenly erotic. She absolutely knew what she was doing; if that was in terms of modelling or trying to turn me on I couldn't say but I kept on hitting the shutter button all the same. Her hands cupped underneath each breasts and I could see her thumbs just brushing across her nipples. She dropped her head down and looked into the lens. 

"Getting anything good, Yoshi?" 

"Not as good as I'd like." 

"Maybe we should go upstairs?" I let her lead the way and I was so tempted to just grab a hold of her arse. It was, literally, inches from my face. I could see her pussy clearly as it periodically came into view while she climbed the stairs. I'm quite sure she was accentuating this, but I had no idea how. She reached the top but stopped with one foot a step higher than the other and looked over her shoulder at me. I couldn't help at looking straight at her cunt and she pushed it out a little by arching her back slightly. 

"See anything you like the look of now?" She was toying with me and I had had enough; my empty hand reached up and I used my thumb to press between her soft skin. She was wet and rammed her hips back in a way that brook no argument as to her feelings and I rapidly pumped my thumb in and out of her listening to the wet sounds of her pussy with each penetration. 

"You're more turned on than I am." I said, really more to myself as an observation than as part of a conversation. 

"I've wanted to have fun with you for a while." She said, pulling herself from me. "And now I'm going to." I followed her up quickly, expecting a bedroom but I couldn't have been more wrong. The room was large, taking up the entire top floor. There were two huge skylights in the roof that flooded light down onto a scene that gave me pause for thought. It was filled with different types of restraints; a cross, a chair, a bench, stocks; all made from a very light timber and all beautifully crafted. Everything was upholstered in tan leather where padding seemed appropriate. On each wall were a variety of hooks and shelves, and on them was every kind of kinky device I could name and twice as many again that I couldn't. From basic paddles to what looked like complicated medical equipment, everything looked pristine. Everything looked ready to be used. 

"Welcome to my dungeon. I hope we can find something you enjoy here." I wasn't so sure but played along, stalling for time. 

"And what do you think you will use Nikki?" She laughed, stepping forward and grasping my cock through my jeans, squeezing hard, before whispering. 

"I'm going to use you, Yoshi. In every way I can think of." 

2009 

Jen and I decided that we'd go to London for our first "date". We'd met at the pool a couple of times and I had put in an honest attempt to help her swim more efficiently. She had seen some benefits and it was nice - even though this was clearly a front just to spend time together - that she seemed to care about her performance. We had discussed her progress while sitting in a café at the swimming pool but it had rolled on into other topics, and we found that we got on incredibly well. I had purely by chance noticed a flyer for a new attraction at the British Museum and asked on a whim if she fancied going. I meant it as a joke but she snapped up the idea almost instantly and the Saturday after I found myself sitting opposite her on a train bound for the city. 

"So where do you come from, Yoshi? You have a really strange accent - I can't place it at all." She was leaning back in her seat, eyes flicking between me and the scenery outside. It was amazing just how comfortable we were with each other. 

"Originally I come from a little village in rural Norfolk that you'd have never heard of - it's not too far away from Norwich." 

"A country bumkin then?" She grinned at me, waiting to see if I took the comment in good jest. 

"So what about you?" I said not rising to the bait. 

"London." 

"Wow, we're chalk and cheese then." 

"Maybe. I think you've been around a bit though." I laughed. 

"I look a little weathered then? Thanks!" Jen fixed me with a curious stare and then looked away. Whatever she was thinking was clearly a secret I was not going to be let in on; but she did have the smallest grin at the corner of her mouth. The train rattled across a bridge over the Thames and we both started to collect up our belongings. 

Victoria station was hectic and I am really not geared up to cope well with crowds of people. Jen, on the other hand, seemed to be in her element; sauntering towards the underground, easily weaving through the people rushing past. She wasn't dressed how I thought she would be. I had no idea what I had expected, but basically something a little more formal. Instead she was wearing boot cut jeans - although they were damn tight at on her arse - some low heeled black ankle boots, a white vest top with a pretend leather biker jacket. She looked fucking hot, but made me feel a little weird about wearing black trousers and shirt under a leather suit jacket. I wasn't worried about being over dressed, but maybe didn't want to look like I was trying too hard. 

I followed Jen to the underground platform and we had to run to catch a train that was about to leave. We jumped in as the doors were closing laughing to each other. There hadn't been time to pick a carriage and the one we were in was packed; forcing us to stand very close to each other. Very close. If we turned our heads at the same time we could kiss. The tension was building in me; and as the carriage lurched through the tunnel we would casually bump together until our bodies were pressed against the length of the others. By some unspoken agreement we remained there, in silence the whole journey, with the world happening around us. 

By the time we got off at Holborn I was incredibly turned on. We walked into the sunshine holding hands. I couldn't say when that had happened; sometime while we were under the streets of London, but it felt so good to be able to touch her. Of course, I wanted more. God I needed to kiss her so much; it sounds cheesy as fuck but my heart really did feel at bursting point. I was walking on air or head in the clouds, or whatever shit they say in the films to describe that moment when two people know they're meant for each other. In the back of my head I'm sure all of these thoughts were being processed, however, top of the list was getting into her jeans. 

I suggested we check in our jackets at the lobby under the pretence of comfort in the museum; but really I just wanted to have better access to her body, and I used every opportunity to sneak my hand onto her waist as I "guided" her from one exhibit to the next. It was all a complete façade; I couldn't give a shit about all the objects that would normally set my imagination on fire being solely focussed on Jen. The Egyptian exhibit came and went pretty quickly as it was always packed, but the number of people eased off as we hit Persia and by the time we got to the Grecian section there was only a handful of people wandering around. No one was looking at us thinking we were on our first date, or that we technically hadn't escalated to being a couple. I'm sure from the outside looking in everything about our body language would have suggested that was the case, and perhaps it had already happened; Jen and I just not having acknowledged it ourselves. 

I found myself standing looking at a marble statue of a guy on a horse; I wasn't sure I liked it all that much, but was using it as an opportunity to figure out when would be a good time to try and kiss Jen. We had be so close to it so many times already the desire in my soul to move this on was getting unbearable. I didn't want to seem too forward, but Christ, it was clear to me that she wanted it as much as I. The really surprising thing was that I found it such a dilemma; normally I had no qualms about pushing my luck and seeing what happened. Normally I had no intention of appearing to be a "gentleman". Normally, I realised, I didn't care this much about the girl; and somewhere at the very back of my mind - behind all the clouds of lust - I had this idea Jen might be more than just a bit of fun. 

It was then I felt her take hands hold my waist; I'd left her looking at something else and now she had come back to me. This had already happened quite a few times and I put my hands on top of hers; which was an odd feeling because it seemed like I should be doing that to her - that this was back to front. I wasn't going to break away, I didn't reject it out of hand or anything; the sensation was amazing, and I could have stayed like that for ages. In fact, that's what I was doing, just waiting for her to pull her hands away from me, content for the contact for as long as I could have it. But she didn't pull away. Instead, she kissed me squarely on the back of my neck. 

It came as such a surprise that she would do this that I had spun around to face her before any thoughts had formed in my head. Jen stood there looking at me with an expressing somewhere between cheeky and confused. 

"I'm sorry... I don't really know why I did that." Before she could say anymore I had pulled her against me and we kissed. There was no timidity to it, like a regular first kiss, this was a completely uninhibited kiss. It burned with passion all the way through me and Jen responded with equal lust that pushed my desire for her higher still. My hands were on her arse almost lifting her off her feet and our tongues slipped and pushed together in the most lurid way possible. Her hands were in my cropped hair, pulling my head down to hers as our breathing got harder, and harder, and she started to moan into our kiss. 

We broke apart, staring into each other's eyes with the shock of how intense it had been and then the situation started to permeate back into our reality; we were in the middle of a museum with people all around, quite obviously trying to ignore what we were doing. Jen's face cracked into a mischievous grin as she looked around and I started to giggle. I tugged at her white vest top and she fell back into my arms; we kissed again, but much more gently; it's hard to kiss passionately when you're both smiling. 

"You're so hot." I whispered in her ear as we hugged in the comfort of knowing that how we felt was reciprocated in the other, that there was no need to fear rejection, and nothing but eagerness for what was to come. 

"Come on, Yoshi, there's still loads to see." She led me by the hand to see what the Romans had left behind thousands of years ago and then onwards throughout distant lands and times. Along the way we snatched kisses, occasionally getting very out of hand until I couldn't take any more and found a secluded spot behind a huge poster in one of the stairwells. My hands were all over her; one pushed up inside her top and underneath her bra and the other one jammed all the way down the back of her jeans. It was such a tight squeeze it hurt but I couldn't care less. I just wanted to feel her wetness on my fingers while we lost ourselves in a frantic embrace that we both knew would not be satisfying, but it was good as we could get in this public space. 

"Stop. Oh god, Yoshi, stop!" She pushed me off and I came back to my senses a little. 

"Are you ok?" She looked flustered as hell. 

"I need to go to the ladies and sort myself out." Jen actually blushed as she said this and shot me a coy little look which stirred all sorts of emotions within me. "When I come out I think we should go somewhere to eat. I'm hungry." 

"I could tell." She just laughed and walked away. 

We ended up in a Pizza Hut. It turns out Jen had a weakness for probably the most unhealthy food on the planet and I could not be bothered to argue. We really shouldn't have gone there because by this stage our desire for each other was well out of control. We sat in a booth essentially making out in front of the other customers like a pair of teenagers. I barely touched my food; I was too horny and more than happy to turn my attention to getting to know Jen's body instead. I spent most of the time with my hand between her legs keeping a firm pressure on her pussy. Every now and then I felt her hips respond, pushing back on my hand, always wanting more. It turned me on to the point of discomfort. 




Learning to Let Go Pt. 03



"I don't sleep with men on a first date." She said into my ear as we rode the underground back to Victoria. I was glad she couldn't see my reaction because I felt horrified by it. I wanted to be understanding of her wishes, but I really desperately needed to fuck her. Maybe she felt my body tense or something because she followed the comment up with. "Don't worry. I'm making and exception with you. I don't think I've ever been this wet before." 

I didn't know what to say to that. In fact, I had this sort of blinkered view of the world at that point where all I could focus on was getting her home and her clothes off. The train came to a stop and she flashed me a look that went beyond aroused, it was base animal carnality. It made me catch my breath a little; like deep down I had maybe bitten off more than I could chew. My hand automatically found hers and we stepped onto the platform with her leading the way to the escalators. Jen bounded on and caught a step two above the one I was on; which put her arse a little higher than eye level to me. It was a perfect angle for my imagination to picture what her pussy might look like from behind. Call it a slight kink but that for me is something I always enjoy; I have it pretty bad when it comes to a sexy bum on top of a gorgeous pair of legs. It was clear that Jen had everything I could ever want in this regard and I was determined to pull her jeans down, bend her over, and eat her out from behind as soon as I could. I looked right at the spot I wanted to bury my tongue inside and realised that the shadow I was looking at was a little too dark there. It dawned on me that she was so wet it had saturated her jeans; Jen was so horny she'd soaked through denim. I'd never heard of that happening, but there it was right in front of my eyes, so close I could literally lean forward and lick it. 

Continues in Part 4.



Learning to Let Go Pt. 04



Learning to Let Go is an 8 part continuous series; so if you were naughty and skipped ahead I urge you to start at the beginning or the following may make little sense. 

Welcome to Part 4. 

***** 

2010 

I picked the restaurant, which was really more of a bar, on purpose; the lighting was low, people walked to and fro frequently, and most importantly one side had different tables to the other. I noticed this almost the first time I went there with a group of work colleagues; I was letching over a girls legs who sat on one side of the room when this really attractive girl walked in and sat herself down with her guy on the other side. So I figured I'd check her legs out too, only I couldn't, because the tables on the other side had some sort of panel between the front and the back. I was hoping that Jen didn't realise this. 

We sat down at a table I had asked for claiming I wanted to be away from the door; the only one remaining was one at the back and in a corner which was perfect for my intentions. I could have sat facing her but instead chose to sidle up next to her; my hand instantly dropping between her legs. A waiter came over to us and I ordered a very light meal as I wasn't really in the mood for eating at all, but I wanted to make Jen wait as long as possible. 

"What would you like to have Jennifer?" I asked her. 

"Umm, could I have... could I just have a small carbonara please?" With the guy still stood next to us I made a point of saying. 

"Please, Sir? Don't you mean?" Jen's eyes went wide and the waiter seemed even more shocked and looked in any direction but ours. "Well, Jennifer?" 

"Sorry, Sir. I forgot." She made a very poor attempt at hiding her humiliation and I wondered if I was pushing too hard. I ordered drinks and let the waiter go. Once he was out of earshot I said. 

"You're now on twenty-five minutes." 

"For fucks sake!" She hissed. "We're in public!" 

"I told you from the outset you would have to do it even in public. And you're now on half an hour." I smiled at her, daring her to keep going, but she didn't say anything further. "Thirty minutes of punishment Jennifer. My word, but this will be hard enough on me, let alone you." And then said as an afterthought. "I wonder if you can take thirty minutes." Jen didn't know what to say, but I bet her imagination was in overdrive trying to figure out what I had in store for her as punishment. 

The waiter turned up with our drinks and avoided small talk to get away as fast as he could, which suited me fine. I took a sip of my whisky and then set it down on the table so I could trace my cold fingers up Jen's inner thigh and she jumped a little but did not protest. 

"Open your legs Jennifer." I said to her in a very normal voice. She glanced at me and then moved her legs a little while talking a long pull on her vodka. 

"Wider please." Her jaw clenched with the determination to go through with it and my hand drifted a little higher. 

"I'm not really satisfied with that attempt Jennifer." She couldn't hold her comment back. 

"Well that's as wide as I can get them!" 

"Jennifer, I know you can do the splits. Your leg isn't even touching mine. Maybe your skirt is hampering you?" I reached over and yanked it up a little. "Now try and do a fucking better job of it when I ask you next time. You're now on thirty-five fucking minutes for daring to talk back to me. Open your fucking legs wide you slut." I saw her body go rigid and again considered I'd crossed a line but then I felt her leg touch mine. 

"Good girl. Now, tell me what you think I bought in the sex shop?" My fingers lightly skimmed over her cunt. There could be no doubt how aroused this was making her and I teased her flesh by being far too gentle for her tastes. 

"I don't know, Sir." My finger dipped inside her, not even to the first knuckle and she let out a tiny gasp. I lifted the same finger to my mouth and sucked it tasting her; Jen's breathing got a little deeper from seeing that and my hand dropped down again. 

"Well, you could at least try and guess." I sunk two fingers deep inside her and started to rub right on the spot that always sent her wild. 

"Fucking hell... Sir... maybe you want to put something in my ass?" 

"Hmm well, yes, maybe. You'll have to wait and see. I did buy more than one thing as it happens... But... they're all surprises." I started to push the palm of my hand against her clit as I finger fucked her. "Take a look at those girls opposite us Jennifer; at the table. Wouldn't you say their skirts are a little long?" Jen lifted her head up and for a moment I didn't think she would make the connection I was intending but her I could see the fear creeping into her face. "That's right; I bet if those same girls looked this way they might think your skirt is just a tad too short. They might also notice I have my fingers deep in your wet little cunt." 

"You've got to stop this. Please. Sir!" She was panicked but her pussy was betraying what she really wanted as I felt it briefly squeeze my fingers. 

"Have you ever cum in public before?" I gave her clit a little more pressure but kept my fingers slow, knowing how she liked the sensation to build. 

"Fucking hell... No, Sir." Her breathing was edging into a pant. The sexual tension that had been building in her for hours was at a point she couldn't easily control it - could not decide if she wanted to cum or not. My fingers started to form more of a "come hither" motion inside her and I felt her hips buck. Her head dropped, and her face was obscured by her hair; the only thing she could possibly see was my hand on her pussy. 

"You're going to cum for me here and now Jennifer." Simply saying the words made her squeeze again, and I started to speed up, knowing her body, watching for the signs of her approaching climax. I was well practiced with how she liked it and I used every little trick I could think of to pull her nearer and nearer to her orgasm. "I want you to tell me when you're close Jennifer; we don't want to make a scene do we?" 

"Ughh, no Sir. Just like that Sir, keep doing that Sir." She was whispering between breaths "Finger my naughty cunt Sir, it wants it so bad." 

"Yes Jennifer, you want it don't you? You've been thinking all day about how I would treat you and now you know. I know you would rather be treated like a slut than sit here like a lady. Your filthy little cunt is so tight now. It gets tighter every time I call you a slut doesn't it?" 

"Oh god! Yes Sir! I want to be your slut Sir!" 

"Then cum for me slut. Cum all over my fingers." 

"Fuck... fuck... yes..." At which point I removed my fingers from her and used a napkin to wipe them dry. Jen looked up expecting to see that someone had caught us but no-one was there and everyone else in the room completely oblivious to what we had been doing. She looked at me bewildered. 

"You stopped?" 

"Yes." 

"What the fuck for?" 

"That's a full forty minutes you owe me Jennifer. You're mine. I can do with you what I wish, and I don't wish for you to climax now. I changed my mind." She was visibly shaking she was so horny, and it seemed like she couldn't have formed any words at that stage even if she wanted to. "Anyway, I think that's our food coming now." 

Jen didn't say a word as she tried to pick through her food and I forced mine down even though I felt similar; I didn't want to appear as anything other than calm and confident. The truth was I was a raging tumult of lust. I almost wished I let made her orgasm here at the table; it was so damn sexy my mind couldn't quite get a handle on it. The small amount of rationality I had left said that it was a good job I had stopped because it would make the rest of the evening better. Every time I raised my fork I could smell her on my hands and it was distracting the hell out of me. I was so hard I ached. 

"Are you not going to eat the rest of that?" I asked her. 

"No Sir. I'm not really hungry." 

"Well, if you're not going to be using your hands to eat, I want you to hold my cock. Through my trousers, no need to get it out." She didn't hesitate and I exhaled all the way when she grasped it firmly. Her hand very gently started to pump and I could feel the pre-cum spill from the head as my foreskin slipped back inside my boxers. It felt so good. So good. "Would you like to make me cum Jennifer?" 

"Absolutely Sir." I saw her lick her lips. 

"You like to have it in your mouth don't you?" She nodded and I could see she had dropped her other hand beneath the table too - yet it wasn't on me. 

"You can only feel me cum if you're a very, very good girl." She pouted but said. 

"I want to be a good little slut for you Sir. I'll do whatever you ask." I cleared my plate and settled my knife and fork down. 

"We'll see." 

2005 

Nikki took her time to undress me. It was the first time in my life that a girl wanted to fully take charge, and not just make a show of it either. I could tell she was well into her comfort zone from the moment she slipped the belt out of my jeans and I wondered if she might use it to bind my wrists as I had done to other girls before. That was about as kinky as I had ever been, and in comparison to what surrounded me now, a leather belt wasn't that special. Nikki had a myriad of options to tie me up if she wanted. Well, there was no doubt at all she wanted that; the question was if I would be happy to let her. 

I watched as she coiled the belt up and placed it carefully on a shelf next to three dildos and the proximity of something I own being on the same surface as the other objects made my brain misfire. Nikki turned back to me, and lifted my t-shirt by the hem. I realised I was being complicit with her intentions as my arms raised and I let her do what she wanted. I wasn't even fighting this role change and I knew that I wanted it to be like this. I also knew I was a little scared. 

"Good body." She said, stroking her fingertips through my chest hair. "I knew you were fit but it's always a treat to get my hands on some firm flesh." Her finger and thumb pinched one of my nipples gently and I found I was mentally preparing for her to press harder until it hurt me. She didn't do that at all. Instead, with her other hand, she reached for her own and mirrored the actions. Her face changed then, just a little, and there was a hunger there I could see she was holding back. I didn't know what I ought to do, or say, or if this was even going to be something I enjoyed. My arms hung by my sides and seemed awkward, like I should have reached out and touched Nikki. With all the other girls I had been with over the years I had never experienced one that did not want to be touched; but when I tried she pushed my advances away. 

"No, you don't get to touch me unless I let you, Yoshi. And I don't let you." Her hands stroked down my stomach and rested at the top of my jeans. "Can you stop yourself from being naughty or would you like some help?" 

"You don't seem to be all that interested in making things easy for me." Nikki bit her lip and her eyes danced brightly. 

"You're wrong. I'm going to do everything for you Yoshi. I don't want you to do anything at all. All you have to do is accept what I do." 

"Accept or submit?" She laughed lightly. 

"Do the words matter?" 

"Just so we're straight on what's going on here." Her fingers popped my jeans button open and she looked me straight in the eyes. 

"What I love more than anything else in the world is taking one of you alpha male type of guys and have them submit to me. I want you to do that. It interests you I know." We could hear each click of my zip as she very slowly undid it. 

"What makes you think I like the idea?" 

"Two things. You're here now and you knew damn well what I am, what I wanted from you." 

"Maybe I figured you just wanted some pictures taken." 

"Maybe." She tugged my jeans down and once over my hips they dropped to the floor. I felt her fingers slowly encircle my cock through the material of my shorts. "But this doesn't feel like a dick that doesn't like the proposition does it?" Nikki just held it loosely in her hand and I made a move to take my shorts off. She smacked my hands away. "You really are bad at this. God you make me so fucking horny." Without any hesitation she dropped a hand down to rub her clit, totally unabashed. It wasn't that she was playing with herself in front of me; it was how she did it - like I wasn't there, or I didn't matter. I wanted to make her feel good; I wanted her to respond to my touch. Nikki had briefly closed her eyes in rapture and I couldn't help reaching out to cup her breasts. She smiled, almost purred, and then opened her eyes and leaned forward to kiss me. 

It didn't feel usual in any way at all because I don't think she really wanted to do it and the act was to comfort me, not for her to enjoy. Nikki kissed me with her eyes open watching for my response and I broke away sensing something was not right. 

"You don't normally kiss guys do you?" I asked. 

"No. But I am helping you." 

"Making it more vanilla huh?" She turned away from me and walked over to a wooden chair. 

"I'm going to offer you the easiest way of doing this Yoshi. The hard part is the first part." 

"What's that then?" Nikki unfastened a leather restraint that was bolted to a thick wooden arm. I had noticed the fixtures on the chair from a sort of academic point of view earlier. Now they held the focus of my imagination completely. I had asked what the hard part was, but actually I knew, and Nikki - who stood naked next to the chair, playing with the straps - clearly understood this. I could either pull my jeans back up or I could sit down on a chair and Nikki would fasten me to it. 

In reality only a few seconds passed, but in that time a lot of ideas were being processed in my head. Chiefly, once strapped down, I would be helpless. Everyone knows the sorts of things that a Domme might do; there would be pain, and surrounding me were so many instruments that could do me significant hurt I was genuinely scared. However, on the fringes of my fear was excitement. All through my life I had courted danger with my job, and I knew there was something that attracted me to it. But this was different; with my job it was a challenge to conquer my fears by having control over the situation. This would be embracing my fears and putting my trust in Nikki that she would push me hard but not break me. I would have no control at all. 

Of course, I was not concerned about the physical pain; I had trust enough that she knew what she was doing. No, my fear was more about opening myself up to something emotionally; I had no idea what I would have to do. I didn't want to be humiliated, or made to beg, or drink piss; I didn't want to come out of this feeling less of a man than when I walked in the door. What bothered me was that Nikki said she liked alpha males, which meant it wasn't a submissive she was after necessarily. I wondered what part of it turned her on; perhaps it would be turning a man into a sub, which at its core meant changing something about me. I wasn't sure if I would like the change. 

But ultimately my curiosity was getting the better of me. The more I worried about what it might be like the more I fell into the trap of needing to have an answer. Could I handle this? The man that walked into this room five minutes ago thought he could handle anything. So what if it turned out I liked crying like a girl after getting my dick whipped? Or did it matter to anyone if I had to drink my own piss through a gas mask? If I liked it then I liked it. I needed to stop being so judgemental and open my mind or I'd be limiting my life. I'd done some pretty wild things in the past but never had I relinquished control. There's a first time for everything. 

I pulled my trainers and socks off, and stepped out of my jeans. I still had time to back out of this and aware I was hesitating because I hadn't removed my shorts. I've never been a bashful person and my general response to having a girl naked in front of me would be to reciprocate. Not today though; today I felt vulnerable, out of my comfort zone, and confused at how aroused this made me. Nikki just waited to see which way I would go, and by her demeanour it was clear she was having a hell of a time watching my indecision. 

I'd like to say I sat in the chair as a result of my own desire, or willpower, or open mindedness to something new; but actually I took the seat because there was no way I was going to look chicken in front of a naked girl. I know that sounds massively sexist and really fucking lame, but it's the truth; I wasn't going to be outdone by a girl. Looking back on it I suspect that Nikki knew this all along, and very probably relied on my very obvious male reaction. Either my ego or my lust, or both, had led me to the point where my hands and feet were bound to a chair and the only way of being freed was if Nikki allowed it. The funniest part was that I had lost control of the situation well before I let her fasten the buckles around my wrists. I only realised this when she stood back to look at me and said; 

"There. Exactly how I wanted you." 

Continues in Part 5.



Learning to Let Go Pt. 05



Learning to Let Go is an 8 part continuous series; so if you were naughty and skipped ahead I urge you to start at the beginning or the following may make little sense. 

Welcome to Part 5. 

***** 

2010 

Jen was a wreck of nerves by the time we parked up at our house and I felt very eager to really start winding the tension up by making her carry the bag containing all the things I had bought from the sex shop. 

"No peeking Jennifer. I don't think you can handle the punishment you've already earned yourself as it is." We walked into our garden to the back door and Jen fumbled with the keys because her hands were shaking so badly. "It's quite heavy isn't it?" 

"What is, Sir?" 

"The bag. I bet you're wondering what all those things are in there that I'm going to use on you." To her credit she didn't actually look into the carrier bag which surprised me a little because I knew how curious she was. Admittedly I should have stopped playing around with her because I wasn't joking about her punishment potentially being too much; it felt too much for me and I wouldn't be on the receiving end of it. Jen opened the door and turned to me. 

"What now, Sir?" 

"Go through into the living room and put this bag on the sofa. You had better wait on the floor." I smiled and added "On your hands and knees." I had no intention of doing anything to her in this position; it was just that I thought it might make her mind go into overdrive being in such a submissive position. 

"Yes Sir." My eyes followed her as she went before I turned to lock the door. For a moment I had to take a pause to tame my own desires. On the surface I had played it cool for Jen, but inside lust was eating me alive and I needed to face the hard part now. I had to make sure I didn't give in to the easy satisfaction, the easy release. That it was a challenge to hold onto my own control now didn't bode well; seeing Jen on her hands and knees ready for anything I might want to do to her might be too much for me to take. In equal measures I wanted to see her, but also did not want to run the risk of fucking it all up so close to the end. I steeled myself as best I could and walked through the doorway. 

She was an absolute vision kneeling there in the middle of the carpet and I wanted her so badly I could barely think what I was meant to be doing. Her breathing was audible, deep, trying to calm herself but so obviously failing; for a moment I did nothing but listen to her strive to hold on to her own control. I was going to shatter that into pieces very shortly and I think Jen had accurately worked out her time had come. I was going to test her in a way she had never been tested before; could she relinquish all of her decisions to me? 

There is always a moment in a new Dom/sub relationship where the talking has to stop and the action must begin. Except for individuals who have played for a while or are very experienced, most approach this phase with excitement, but also with trepidation. It's no different to vanilla sex in that way; both want to please but both are unsure of exactly what the other may like. Power play distils this down to a level which is both cerebral and primal at once. The techniques can be simple or complicated; designed to worm inside a sub's head, but once there the key is to extract very raw emotion. There is, and should be, an amount of fear on the sub's part - which is the extra zing this type of play brings out. Without that little bit of spice there is only a physical sensation in a game where the real fun is the sub having to decide whether they will submit to their Dom, regardless of their own fear. The mental submission is the Holy Grail, the physical stimulation almost a by-product. 

What many people fail to recognise however, is that it is really the Dom who is being tested because the sub holds all the power. The sub can call a halt to proceedings with the utterance of a word and the Dom will be found wanting; it should never get to the point where a safe word is used. This sort of misjudgement can at the very best damage the sub's esteem, but at worst crush the trust a sub has for their Dom. The whole concept balances on trust, and it is the same trust that my relationship with Jen was based on. I could fuck everything up with her if I called this wrong; and at that point in my life I did not have a great deal of experience to go from either. She was scared of my going too far, but actually, so was I. 

Jen didn't raise her head as I walked around her to get to the sofa, she didn't move at all, simply waited for whatever I was about to dish out. I could smell her cunt from four feet away and it was driving me wild. Her head was just in front of my knees when I sat down and I leaned forward to stroke her hair. 

"Lift your head up Jennifer; you have better posture than that." She didn't do it right away and I found my hand twining into her hair preparing to yank it but I think she got the message and looked up at me. 

Her face seemed different, more feminine than usual, or more delicate; with her hair falling either side already looking messy, and light brown eyes shining up at me, patient but unsure. Carefully opening the carrier bag I selected the first box and lifted it out holding it in front of Jen's nose. 

"I'm going to make this easy for you Jennifer." I remembered what Nikki had said to me a couple of years earlier "I'm going to make it so you can't move." 

"These are handcuffs, Sir?" 

"Sort of." I took a cushion from beside me and put it on the floor in front of her. "Put your head on it please Jennifer." She slowly lowered herself until her cheek pressed into the soft material. I hoped it would be soft enough that it didn't chafe her face later. 

I had to get some scissors out of the sideboard to open the box, and I couldn't help but keep looking down at her ass lifted high in the air; the deep curve of her back which all but mesmerised me when I took her from behind. The incredible arch she could achieve pulled her tiny black skirt high enough that I could just about see the very tops of her thighs, which were coated in sheen of her arousal. It took me much longer than it should have to get the restraints out but finally I was able to kneel down beside her. 

"Give me your hands." 

"Both of them Sir?" 

"Yes Jennifer. I'm going to cuff your wrists to your ankles." 

"Yes Sir" I breathed a sigh of relief as she placed her hands beside her feet to allow the restraints to be fitted. My hands caressed and rubbed her ankles and wrists before wrapping the felt lined leather straps around each side in turn, checking to ensure that while she could not pull free they would not be too tight or painful. I had to concentrate on the task at hand without becoming too distracted by her soaking wet pussy inches away from my face. The memory of how I wanted to see just how wet she was earlier in the evening came floating back to me and the temptation was becoming intolerable. 

Sitting back on my haunches, I took in her body. There was no doubt she was aching to be touched and I couldn't decide if now was the time or to hold even longer. It took all my mental strength to leave her to steep in her own lust just a few moments longer while I stood and walked back over to the carrier bag to select the next box to open. I could see her watching my feet but she didn't try and twist her neck to look up and see what I had in my hands. 

I had miscalculated in my eagerness to cuff her up because I held in the palm of my hands a pair of nipple clamps. I realised it would be extremely awkward to undo her shirt in the position I had put her. After relishing the ceremony of fitting the restraints for the first time, taking them off to unfasten her white shirt seemed like it might ruin the situation. I would not go backwards or allow any concern in her mind to develop from working out I had made an error in judgement. She needed to believe I was entirely in control of this situation and of her. 

But fitting these little spring loaded clamps would make all the difference to the experience I was about to put her through. Very early on in our relationship I discovered she really liked constant stimulation on her nipples; not hard however, and I had been careful to select some clamps that were adjustable so I could tone down the sensation. I knew many girls who enjoyed harsh pain on this part of their bodies; however Jen was far too sensitive for that. The fact she couldn't take much pain there did not bother me in the slightest; if anything it was an advantage because Jen would respond to the slightest of touches in the most incredible ways as a result of this sensitivity. I literally delighted in how she would writhe on the bed whenever I brushed over them with my fingertips. 

No matter which way I turned it, I couldn't get at those buttons and with a sense of resignation I looked for a surface to put them down so they'd be easy to find later. If I couldn't incorporate them now then I'd simply have to do a repeat performance with more thought another time. I wished I had bought the set with the interlinking chain because these things looked like they could be easily lost. The safest place to place for them, I thought, would be in the ornate bowl we kept trinkets on top of the sideboard, and I made my decision to leave them out this time round. 

Just as I watched them roll off my hand like dice and tinkle into the china bowl my eyes, naturally looking in the approximate direction, fell upon the scissors I had used to open the box the restraints had come in. They were big scissors. They were big scissors with a serrated edge. Unbidden memories of being a little boy messing around with his mother's dressmaking scissors flashed before my eyes -and the scolding from my father about using the correct tools for a job - dressmaking scissors did not cut plastic action figures apparently. It turned out I had not heeded the lesson because I had just cut through the plastic packaging of the restraints with the same type. They were even made by Singer who produced sewing machines. 

I picked them up and my fingers instinctively snapped them open and closed several times while I contemplated cutting Jen's shirt right off her back. In the past I had only ever seen her wear it when the community centre called her in to meetings with clients, and I hoped it held no sentimental value because I was definitely going to ruin it. From the corner of my eye I could see Jen trying to lift her body so she could see what had delayed me, very probably the clicking of the blades being a highly disconcerting sound. I could feel an evil little grin spreading across my face as I fished the clamps back out of the bowl. 

With renewed enthusiasm I returned to Jen's side and popped the nipple clamps in my mouth so I could pull the material tight and lift it slightly from her back. Obviously she had no idea what was happening and squirmed a little to see until she heard the distinctive sound of scissors slicing through fabric. 

"You're cutting my fucking shirt off?" she whispered, panic colouring her voice. I didn't reply, there was no need and I couldn't easily talk with a pair of clamps between my teeth. The scissors made easy work of the thin cotton and I intentionally let the back of the blade run lightly across her skin making her shiver while I could see her making every effort to remain perfectly still. Only when I reached her collar did I lift the scissors away to ensure I didn't catch any of her hair, but with the extra resistance of thicker material I had to take several smaller bites before the blades finally snicked together, right next to Jen's ear making her flinch. 

The shirt had already fallen either side of Jen's back exposing her bra, which I was not about to ruin just for show being her favourite, and her muscles already looking strained. Without any form of gentleness I yanked the shirt further off her shoulders which had the added benefit of restricting her upper arms. Tossing the scissors onto the sofa I quickly unhooked her bra and instead of pulling it down I simply slipped the straps off the main band - the front dropped only a short distance to the floor. 

Double-checking the clamps were on their softest setting, I knelt down next to Jen - the side opposite to the one she was facing - and reached under her body to find her nipple hard as stone. Jen groaned as my finger brushed against it and her arousal sent ripples through my body. Even with her shirt completely off her it still proved an awkward angle to reach, and would have been impossible if Jen's breasts were any bigger. I don't think she had fully figured out what was going on, because it was only when I stood up did Jen's breathing pick up into a ragged pant again. I think she'd assumed it was my fingers providing the pressure until I stood up and the sensation remained; she knew then it had to be something else. 

When I knelt down next to her on the other side I could see a layer of perspiration beading across her forehead. Jen looked at me and her expression was almost pained with frustration as I snapped the clamp open in front of her. 

"Would you like the other one on, Jennifer?" 

"Yes, Sir." Again she moaned loudly when my fingers found their target and lightly caressed her hard nipple. I stretched it out to make it easier to clamp it and enjoyed her reaction; a single softly enunciated "fuck". 

"How do you feel young lady?" I asked teasing her mouth with my fingertip. 

"Sir... I... Sir I'm so fucking horny." 

"Good. But we haven't finished getting all your presents out of the bag yet. You will have to wait a little while longer." Jen gave the smallest whimper and I said "What's the matter Jennifer?" 

"I need to cum very badly Sir." I laughed. 

"I'm quite sure you do. But here's the thing; I want you to wait, and you don't have a choice. Well, that's not true; you can say your safe word and this will all stop - but I won't help you cum Jennifer. Only good little sluts get to cum. I promise you I'll make you cum hard though. Very. Fucking. Hard. Indeed." 

"Yes... yes Sir. Please. I want that!" 

"Shut up now. I'm going to unwrap the next two items. One I will let you see. The other I will not." 

"Yes Sir." She was getting very good at this; really into character, and I supposed that deep down inside her the little girl who got ordered to perform gymnastic routines was coming to the fore. She wanted to please and wanted to do well at the task at hand. I had never considered it, perhaps because we had never tried this sort of thing before. 

I felt a little like a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat as I stood in plain view of Jen, my hand in the carrier bag. It was easy to locate the item I wanted and I kept my eyes on Jen the whole time, assessing her as she lay on her front, ass in the air, and clothing tattered all around her. Slowly, with pomp and majesty I revealed a plastic tube, not so dissimilar from the moisturiser that sat on her bedside table. I tossed it down so it bounced closer to her face. 

"What substance do you think is in there?" I beamed a brilliant smile down at her as I walked around behind her where she couldn't see the next item to come out of the bag. 

"its lube Sir." Excitement, trepidation, fear, lust all rolled into three small words. 

"Correct. It's lubricant. So, what do you think your surprise gift is going to be?" She hesitated before answering. 

"It's going to be something for my arse Sir." She was right again, and I quickly cut open the plastic box it was housed in - again using incorrect scissors. 

"What sort of thing Jennifer?" I really was teasing her now. 

"A butt plug Sir?" 

"Wow, you're amazing at this game. I bet you know all this through experience right?" 

"No Sir." I had guessed this but it was nice to have it confirmed. 

"Oh, I see. Ever had anything up there at all?" 

"No Sir." 

"Hmm, I had better be very careful with my slut then." I wanted to reassure her just a little bit because this was a less than ideal situation. My initial plan was to show her the plug so she wouldn't be too nervous. The introduction to anal play should be as stress free as possible; the last thing needed is the recipient to tense up and usually special effort should be made to relax the person as much as possible. I was trying something different here. The only reason I had decided to apply more pressure was because the sex shop sold a beginners butt plug which was tiny. Usually I would use my finger to get my partner ready, but this one it looked like it would slip in even easier being a very long taper; only just being fractionally bigger than my knuckle at its base. 

"Sir?" 

"Yes, Jennifer?" 

"Are you going to fuck my arse tonight?" I laughed a little while I bent down to pick up the lube and her eyes were wide with panic. 

"Would you like me to?" This, admittedly sounded teasing also, but in reality I had no idea if she did or if she ever would want to, and I was genuinely interested. She didn't answer for several seconds. 

"I don't know Sir." 

"Well, I'm not sure if that was brave or if that was being very nosey. Subs should only speak when spoken to. However... I will not be putting my cock inside your arse tonight. That will take you a lot of getting used to before we try that." I flipped the cap on the lube and let it slowly drizzle out onto her tight little hole; the cold of it making her jump as it contacted her. She was breathing very heavily now, the anticipation of what was to come taking its toll. I smeared lube liberally over the plug and took hold of it by the T-shaped handle between two fingers; the other hand pushing her skirt completely out of the way. Her arse was there for the taking, just above her swollen cunt lips that were still tightly shut - and therefore still holding all that moisture. Now was the time. Now I would finally let myself touch her and my stomach twisted in a sexually charged knot of excitement. Almost reverently I sat on my knees behind her, and in some weird way I was worshipping Jen's amazing body; how utterly perfect it was, al the effort she put into her training, years and years of dedication and commitment, and her unrelenting motivation to keep pushing no matter what, left me feeling in awe of her. With my empty hand I lightly skimmed over her hard but incredibly smooth skin like she was a statue of an ancient goddess who I dared not touch. 

Except that in my other hand was the short rubber spike, glistening and ready. I was about to desecrate this idol as fully as I could get away with. With a careful aim I lined it up with her, and slowly, ever so slowly, began to push the narrow tip into her arse. 

Continues in Part 6.



Learning to Let Go Pt. 06



Learning to Let Go is an 8 part continuous series; so if you were naughty and skipped ahead I urge you to start at the beginning or the following may make little sense. 

Welcome to Part 6. 

***** 

2009 

Much as I was enjoying having my mouth on Jen's, kissing on a train was proving to be very awkward as we sat side by side returning from our date. It reminded me of how I had a slight dislike for lying in bed facing my partner on my side. One arm would sit uselessly under my body and eventually would become uncomfortable. The only difference with train seats was that in a bed at least you got to lie down. Still, I couldn't help myself. I had to have my lips on hers whenever possible and throughout the journey had done little else other than make out. 

We had decided to get off at a stop closer to Jen's house with the unspoken agreement that I would be going there, not going home. She had become a little coy as we got closer to our destination and while I was not worried about her backing out exactly, I didn't want to throw the idea in her face. Jen didn't want to come across like a slut, or an easy lay, I had gathered that much; and her going home with me seemed to put her at odds with herself. Our level of arousal appeared to have plateaued, or was maybe off-set by nerves; the waiting slowly driving me mad. 

The train entered a short tunnel, we broke our kiss, and made our way over to the doors. I had my back to a wall panel and as the train braked her body was pressed harder and harder against mine. It felt so good to feel the full length of her and when my eyes met hers I could tell she thought the same. A few seconds later and the train emerged from the tunnel next to a platform and lurched to a halt. I hit the open button as soon as it lit up and after the door slid across we stepped into the evening air. 

"Which way?" I said, eager to get moving. Jen grabbed my hand and I followed her out of a side exit I didn't even know was there. 

"It's not far." she said and sort of caught herself before saying more. I noted we were walking at what could be described as "business pace" which I hoped meant she felt the same urgency that I did. Unlike the rest of the day, Jen talked pretty much non-stop, pointing out where her sister lived as we walked past or a shop that she used to work in. I really couldn't care less as we both knew this for the small talk that it was; but now her anxiety was becoming tangible. 

"This is my road." Jen turned us down a housing estate off the main road "I live in the house on the end there." She said pointing. It wasn't a large house by any stretch of the imagination but at least the area didn't seem run down and I found myself worrying about Jen's safety for no obvious reason. She pushed through a small iron gate and let go of my hand to hunt for the keys in her handbag. I waited behind her - never taking my eyes off her arse - while she unlocked the door and walked in. 

"Sorry about the mess. I err... I didn't expect to have company." Her kitchen was on the left, a toilet on the right, as she walked me through into the living room. All around I saw tell-tale signs of Jen getting ready for our date; hairspray left on a counter top, ironing board and iron still out, a cup of either tea or coffee that hadn't been finished on a coffee table, and of course, multiple items of clothing strewn across the furniture. Apart from that it was very clean; to the point I wondered if she might have some underlying OCD or something. 

"You didn't expect me to come home with you?" Jen didn't meet my eyes. 

"Not today. No." Then added "Hey let me get you a drink." Before I could say anything else she was walking back into her kitchen, hanging her coat up in the hallway as she went. "What do you want?" 

"Just a glass of water would be great." I lied. I didn't want to have a fucking drink of anything. Clearly Jen was spooked by this situation, and now I knew if I didn't do something I would end up going home without getting into her knickers. I'd have accepted that a lot easier if she hadn't been so horny, and found myself to on the wrong side of the no fucking on the first date rule. I could hear her running the tap and decided to take my jacket off and fold it down onto a chair. Jen came back in holding two glasses of water as I just stood looking at her. 

"Here." She offered my glass which I took from her and set down on the coffee table next to my leg. Something inside me had decided enough was enough and I took a step forward so that our bodies were only just separated. I didn't say anything; Jen just stared up at me, waiting. My hand stroked her cheek and the other hand took her glass from her, which I placed next to mine on the table. 

"This has never happened to me before." She said as I turned back to face her. 

"You want to wait?" I gambled. 

"No. But I ought to." 

"Says who?" 

"No one." I'd had enough of this shit and wrapped my arms around her pulling her tightly against me. I kissed her hard, my intentions clear and I felt her body respond regardless of what her morals were telling her. She didn't really weigh that much and I knew I could lift her off her feet if I wanted to but instead I walked her backwards to her sofa. I could feel her starting to resist a little and there was a good amount of concern in my mind regarding how far I could take this before I was really being out of order. I would not force her - the idea disgusted me - but I suspected that she was on the knife's edge of letting go. 

With her reluctance and my insistence we essentially fell on the sofa with her legs somehow over my lap as she lay on her back. I leaned over to kiss her and ended up with both her lower legs against my right shoulder, my body folding her in half. Her flexibility was demonstrated by how easily she accepted this position allowing my mouth to close on hers. There was no doubt her mood was coming back and I could tell that she enjoyed being pushed into it a little. If she wanted me off her she had the strength to literally catapult me away; every part of her body was solid muscle. Everywhere my hands roamed found barely yielding flesh under her clothes and as our kisses went deeper so did her body allow mine closer until her legs were pinned tightly between her chest and mine. 

I harboured a sexual hunger now that completely consumed me. I had to get to her skin and I didn't care how it happened. Options floated across my mind's eye while I enjoyed our tongues dancing together, Jen's breathing catching every now and then speckled with little murmurs of approval. There's a certain formality about getting a girl naked in that the expectation is to remove her top first. This only applies the first time, but, I couldn't really get my hands under Jen's top, let alone take it off. I broke contact and sat up. Jen proved her flexibility because her legs stayed where they were instead of springing up, although I barely registered this. 

"What's wrong?" She said a little startled. I found myself looking at down at her like a predator because I was going to have her without a doubt; her hair was a mess which just made her look wild and she was on her back with the seam of her jeans cutting a deep groove right along her pussy. Right there, right on that spot, she was still damp and now I could see it clearly. Saliva came unbidden, I needed to taste her cream, and fuck it, I was going to do it now. 

My movements happened so fast she hadn't registered I'd pulled her legs onto my shoulders and literally ripped all the buttons on her jeans open until after I'd done it. I was well into the process of tugging them over her hips when she started to protest. 

"Fucking hell... no... I need... a... fucking shower!" I didn't care. 

"I'm fucking tasting you Jen." We started to wrestle a little bit but I'd had the element of surprise and by the time she could put up a real fight I'd already exposed her smooth cunt and was busy trying to fight her legs out of the way. I had three advantages here; here jeans were half way down which meant her legs were held together and she couldn't use them independently; I was considerably stronger than she gave me credit for; and I'd been training in martial arts since I was five. Even so, it was a real challenge to get her to remain still. 

"Shit! Don't! I... I need to clean up Yoshi!" Her uncertainty clearly tempered each statement because she wanted me to put my mouth on her as much as she worried for her modesty. However I tried though, I could not get her to remain still; her legs were simply just too strong to hold without hurting her. So I gave up for a second and looked at her. She caught my expression and looked back at me confused. 

"What was that noise?" I whispered to her. She lay back and looked over to the front door. It was an old ruse, but deception was as effective then as it had been throughout history. While she was distracted I gently eased her hips back and licked greedily along her wet slit. 

"Ohhhhh you... Fucker!" She whispered, but I could tell now my tongue was on her she wouldn't want it removed. I'd never seen a pussy this wet before sex in my life, and I could lap so much of her juices up it was more like runny ice-cream. There was a definite texture; it wasn't just moisture with flavour. Her labia were puffy to the point I had to really press my mouth down to get to Jen's opening. One of my arms pushed her legs back to lift her pussy up to my mouth, while the other one supported her lower back. I knew I couldn't easily make her cum in this position but I didn't care. For the moment I was content to slowly lick and kiss her beautiful cunt. I remembered her on the escalator and how much I wanted to eat her out and I smiled to myself, proud of my catch. She was fucking gorgeous to look at like this; sexy, really fucking sexy, with almost all her clothes on except for the part of her that ought to have been covered most. 

"Mmm... yes Yoshi, that feels so good." She purred softly. 

"I want you Jen." I said honestly. She giggled, probably from my breath on her. 

"God but I need it baby." I stopped what I was doing and looked over at her. Those piercing eyes weren't holding back anything and her stare hit me with both barrels. I sat up and went to arrange myself in front of her so I could fuck her like that, on her back. But I wasn't the only one with some moves, and she sprang at me like a cat, pinning my back to the sofa. I found myself looking up at her as she knelt on the edge of the chair between my legs; her hands on my shoulders and jeans half way down her thighs as she looked down at me. Her hair flowed all around her face and there was nothing tame in her demeanour as she eyed me coolly, her head tipped to one side; the hunter had very much become the hunted. 

I could've moved her, maybe tossed her onto her back again, but I actually quite liked the playful expression on her face as she reached down to unbutton my shirt. I don't know if she was doing it on purpose, but I caught her biting her lip while she concentrated with the task at hand; I think girls must realise this sends men a little wild with desire. For my part I was more than happy to play with her lower abdomen which was so taut I couldn't take either my eyes or my fingers from it. Just where her legs joined her hips I could trace her veins - I mean, it wasn't as if she looked like an Olympic sprinter or anything, but you could tell this body could really perform. It wasn't there to just be looked at and admired; it had as much purpose as my own. This thought really captured my imagination of what I appreciated in my partner; Jen was no façade, she wasn't there as a show piece. Her body was for her, to do the things she wanted to do. As her hands pushed my shirt open I realised I deeply respected her as a person and I wanted more than just sex from her. I wanted everything; I wanted a relationship with her. 

"Jesus, but I wanted to get my hands on your chest for so long." Jen said, brining my thoughts back to the situation at hand. I laughed. 

"I'm afraid there were aspects of you I liked first." She cocked her head again. 

"That so?" And then dropped to the floor and started to run her tongue across my stomach. "I love your body y'know?" She said smiling up at me. 

"The hair doesn't bother you?" 

"Mmm you're not a gorilla baby. A little hair is sexy. Masculine." She was kissing down the centre of my body until she reached the top of my trousers. Jen bit her lip again, and this time I could tell it wasn't on purpose. She took her time undoing my belt, but that was because she didn't appear that practiced. The button was no trouble though, or the zip, and I lifted my hips to let her pull my trousers down. She'd tucked her fingertips into my shorts also, and my cock was pulled down at the same time. She did it slowly and watched with fascination as my shorts stretched tighter and tighter until finally the tip came free and bounced back against my stomach. 

"It's..." She stroked it lightly and my foreskin slipped back easily, pre-cum oozing down the shaft. She looked up, into my eyes. "It's beautiful." To be clear, I'm not hung like a donkey, but I'm on the top end of average. However, it seems to be the shape of it that girls like as I'd had several call it beautiful before; it's "aesthetically pleasing" as one art student had remarked. Jen seemed to just enjoy looking at it also, running her fingers up and down my shaft. 

"My turn." She said simply, and then dipped her head, gently taking the head between her lips and I felt her tongue work against the underside of me. 

"Oh god Jen." Her mouth slowly slipped up and down a little but it was her tongue that was driving me wild. That and the hours of build-up I had endured. I could already feel the urge to cum building rapidly after mere moments which filled me with panic. I did not want to cum that fast; maybe I'd stay hard, but there was just as much chance that I'd need time to recover - and I did not want to fuck this up. 

She wasn't amazingly skilled, and I was quite sure I'd had much better blow jobs in the past, but here's the thing; she was one of the hottest girls I had ever seen let alone had sucking me off, and she was really enjoying herself. That was by far the biggest turn on; I got the distinct impression this wasn't for me at all, but for her own pleasure. I could hear the same little murmurs she made when we kissed. She wasn't looking at me anymore, just had her eyes closed and I watched as her head worked gently back and forth; my cock slick with her spit. Jen looked incredible in every way; I could get lost just watching her arm and shoulder muscles working. The fact at the end of it was her hand gliding over my cock while she sucked the head was getting me too close to my orgasm for comfort. 

She must've felt me pulse because she started to pump her hand a little faster, a little harder. Her eyes opened as she let me slip from her mouth and smiled, before tonguing the very tip of my dick. My hips bucked upwards involuntarily and she tightened her grip, urging me with her actions to cum. 

"Jen." Her mouth fell over the swollen head and she sucked with force. 

"Mmm?" She hummed, not releasing me from her mouth. 

"You need to stop." She shook her head fractionally. 

"Mm-mmm" And the little bitch started to really work her mouth up and down. Fast. 

"Urgh.. For fuck sake. Jen! I'm going to cum if you don't stop." She only tried harder. The fact that she was trying so hard turned me on all the more, and a good portion of my body was on Jen's side with this anyway. This was bollocks, and I tried to pull my hips back from her but Christ, she was strong. Fuck this I thought and grabbed a fistful of her hair. I'd pull the little bitch off by force if she didn't stop. I didn't want to hurt her so I applied the pressure very progressively. She looked at me angrily; and then I felt her teeth close around my shaft. It was no coincidence that they closed with the same speed as I tried to lift her head. It wasn't painful yet but it was an obvious stalemate. 

"Let go, Jen." She looked like a cat not wanting to give up a bird she'd caught, and when she shook her head this time it hurt. Fuck. I could feel myself getting even harder as the pain turned me on. Or maybe it was the situation. Either way, I saw Jen's eyes light up at my arousal and pressed harder still. 

"Oh fuck!" This was getting out of hand and I let go of her hair; my bluff called. Her beautiful eyes sparkled with the win, and I reminded myself she was as competitive, if not more so, than I was. She went back to trying to tease my orgasm from me with vigour. "Jen... babe... Jen let me fuck you. I want to fuck you." I saw her eyes flutter open. "Please Jen; you know you want to feel it in your pussy. It's been aching for it all fucking day." She was losing her interest in making me cum and was considering letting me "go". Suddenly she stood up and pushed her jeans and panties down to her feet. Before I knew it she had straddled my lap, one hand on my shoulder the other grasping my cock and sliding it between her wet lips. 

"Oh my god." I was stunned by this girl; she was so damn physical, so confident, and so in control. "You're gonna ride me, baby?" She grinned at me widely. 

"That's right. I prefer to be on top." And with that she sank down onto me and it was absolutely mind blowing. I'm a visual person and just the sight of Jen's little body sliding onto my cock was rocking my self-control. Because she was so slight my cock looked fucking huge as it entered her. It might sound shallow but that really turned me on more than I care to admit. I was astonished at how it looked; Jen's cunt was so stretched. 

Then, there was how it felt. So tight, so unbelievably tight. At the time it made no sense, and had I not had my eyes firmly fixed on our coupling, I would swear that I was in her arse. I'd been with girls who had been so turned on after climax that it felt unrealistically tight, but this, this was on another level. Fuck, I thought, how the hell is she like this? Her cunt didn't feel like a tunnel; it was more like I was pushing through her, making her cunt as I went. 

"Oh fuck! " I said when she had bottomed out on me. "Don't fucking move!" I was instantly on the very edge of my orgasm, and positive I could not hold myself back if she so much as twitched. My breathing was out of control, and I had to fill my lungs a couple of times to try and calm the fuck down. Looking at Jen's face really didn't help me at all; she had the sexiest frown of pain mixed with pleasure I had ever seen. Her head was tilted slightly upwards and her body visibly tense. We stayed like that for over a minute, before she looked down at me and held my hands in hers. 

"Are you ok, baby?" 

"Christ Jen, do you have any idea how tight you are?" She laughed a little shyly, and the reverberations went all the way down to my cock. 

"All of the muscles are important in gymnastics, Yoshi. Core muscles most of all though." She squeezed herself around me to demonstrate the command she had over her body. 

"Don't do that! Just stay still a while longer. Fuck but you feel unreal. That's through gymnastics?" I said disbelievingly. 

"Well... that and some other tricks." Jesus but she was so hot. I lifted her vest top up a little to see her abs which were lightly defined and traced my finger over them, down to her pelvic bone, gently settling at the top of her pussy and slowly started to rub her clit. "Mmm good. I like that, baby." Her hips started to rock and I found I had passed the crisis point, and that I could enjoy her movements without getting too carried away. I sat upright so my face was only an inch from hers as her arms circled behind my head pulling us together until we kissed. 




Learning to Let Go Pt. 06



"You're the sexiest girl I've ever met," I told her between kisses. She giggled and slowly ground her cunt against me. 

"Is that so, Yoshi?" I find that hard to believe." My hands tickled up along her ribs, slowly lifting the hem of her vest as they went. 

"Let's take you top off." She lifted her arms and pulled it over her head as I couldn't reach from underneath her. "And the bra." My hands felt for the clasp in the centre of her back. 

"My breasts..." She began "they're only small." Her bra fell forward along her arms and came to a rest against my chest. I felt sort of angry then because in front of me were two perfectly shaped breasts; so they weren't big, but how the fuck did that matter? I supposed that there had been boys who had taken this piss about that - probably girls also - but Jen wasn't flat chested at all. They stood proud of her chest with almost no hang to them at all. If anything I felt fascinated by them. 

"Jen, you're perfect. All of you." Then I laughed. "Besides, I'm a believer in bigger isn't always better." Both my thumbs found her hard nipples and she moaned and rocked against me a little. 

"Oh god... yesss." She whispered. "You're big enough for me baby. You feel so good" I laughed again. 

"I would think any size fills you up Jen." 

"I normally only get fingers." She was moving a little more now, and we kissed gently while I stroked my hand under her arse and left the other at her breast. 

"I'm sure there's a queue of guys all wanting to enjoy your company." I mumbled between our lips, quite she meant that the only pleasure she could get was self-satisfaction. 

"Maybe" she replied "but only girls have been "enjoying" my company recently." It took a few moments for that to sink in and I pulled away far enough to allow her to rest her forehead against mine. 

"Really?" 

"Really." She smiled and licked her lips. "But right now men seem to be working out pretty fucking well." She easily pushed my upper body back down to the sofa and her expression changed. "I want to feel you cum, Yoshi." 

"What about..." 

"I'm on the pill, don't worry." I frowned up at her thinking things didn't add up. "To control my periods. I know girls can't make me pregnant dumbass." She laughed, and I let my head fall back while she raised herself almost all the way off my cock and then slowly forced herself back down. It was exquisite; both my hands resting on her hips as I watched her cunt engulf me all over again. 

"God yes." I said through gritted teeth. 

"That good baby?" Jen said as she started to pick up the pace. 

"Fucking good. Just like that." Her hips dropped down onto me with force and I realised I could still feel her pussy gripping my cock all along its length. I loved how her thighs were so strong and I had no doubt she was going to outlast me; her stamina easily a match for my self-control. My fingertips reached right under her to feel where my body and hers met; where her pussy stuck to my shaft as she lifted off me. 

I watched in rapture as Jen rode me with a very precise rhythm and again I marvelled at how lost in her own pleasure she seemed. I had managed to get through the initial ordeal of not cumming straight after penetration, and could now allow myself to revel in the situation, and started to meet Jen's actions with my own upward thrusts. Although Jen was incredibly fit her arousal was causing her to catch her breath every now and then; and every time our bodies collided she would grunt softly. 

"Cock... feels... So... good!" I felt her shift the angle and start to grind her clit onto my pelvic bone each time we met. I was completely lost in her body, hard under my fingertips, skin slippery with tiny beads of sweat that had not yet formed enough to trickle off her. She had grabbed the back of the sofa to give her small body leverage against mine and looking up I saw her tits were literally right in front of my eyes while her she rocked herself back and forth. 

Instinctively I pulled my hands away from her gorgeous arse and cupped them over her breasts. Jen went more than a little wild at this, and started to fuck me hard; really hard. I had to clench my jaw with each impact. Her nipples slipped between my thumb and forefinger and I gently pressed them together. I was not prepared for Jen's reaction at all. 

"Aarghh!! Yes! Fucking yes, you fucker! Fuck me! Fuck me, fuck, me, fuck meeee!" God she was out of control, ramming down on me with a force that was starting to really hurt. Her cunt was clenching tighter, making each stroke so intense I could feel my orgasm beginning to approach faster and faster. I didn't care because I knew that Jen was already so close and I wanted to feel her cum all over me. The fact was she had leaked so much already I could tell my balls were absolutely soaked with her. 

"You're gonna cum aren't you baby?" 

"Fu..uh... uh.. uh... god! Yes. Ohhhh.. yesss!! Please baby, please baby, make me cum! Make me cum!" I didn't dare let go of her nipples but so wished I could pull her down onto me though she didn't need any help at all. I was dimly aware that the whole sofa was shaking like crazy, and Jen was shouting so loudly I was genuinely concerned that her neighbours wouldn't start complaining. I'm normally pretty vocal during sex, but she was doing all the work for me. 

"You're so... fucking sexy Jen. Ride me. Ride me as hard as you can baby." I didn't think she was holding anything back but it turned out I was completely wrong, and she started literally banging the fuck out of my cock. The sheer impact on my thighs was stinging like fuck and even though we could both hear the wet squelching sounds of her cunt as she slammed down on my hard dick, I could feel a growing friction as her pussy contracted more and more. 

"Fuck, I'm so close, so close, so close." The urgency in Jen's voice made my body tense up and I guess I inadvertently applied more pressure to her nipples. She all but screamed "oh my fucking god! Yesss. Arghhhhhh, fucking yessss!" She bucked and thrashed as her cunt pulsed wildly on me, and then she went rigid as steel and started to spasm hard. "urgh, fuck, you bastard. Oh god..." Jen collapsed onto my chest, breathing in fits and starts and I wrapped my arms around her just before her body violently shook again. I held her tight and whispered in her ear. 

"It's ok. Shhh... it's ok baby." I stroked her hair as she quivered on my chest, enjoying how her pussy clenched and relaxed, more and more softly until I moved and it would start all over again. 

"Yoshi?" 

"Yeah?" 

"You didn't cum did you?" I laughed and felt her body respond to the vibration. 

"You wouldn't have been able to tell anyway, Jen." She hugged me tightly and said. 

"I wanted to please you." 

"Listen, Jen; I have never seen anything as amazing as that." 

"What?" I felt her breathing slowing back to normal. She'd recover fast being so fit. I stroked my hands along her back and sides making her wriggle and push down on my cock a little. 

"You pleased me by being yourself. You didn't hide that side of you from me and that makes me feel... special." She smiled and kissed my temple. Pushing up on her elbows, she leaned over my face, her hair falling either side looking like one very happy girl. She wiggled her hips. 

"You're going to feel special in a minute" She said with a smile on her face. "It's your turn." 

Continues in Part 7.



Learning to Let Go Pt. 07



Learning to Let Go is an 8 part continuous series; so if you were naughty and skipped ahead I urge you to start at the beginning or the following may make little sense. 

Welcome to Part 7. 

***** 

2005 

"So... am I allowed to talk?" I asked Nikki as she stood over me. 

"Of course." I tested the leather straps to see how strong they felt, and very strong was the answer. 

"Do I have to call you Mistress?" She just laughed at my innocence. 

"Call me what the fuck you like, Yoshi. I doubt you'll be able to make it a... consideration once we get started." Fuck. That didn't sound good, but my cock twitched hard. "You seem to have a lot of pre-conceived ideas about fetish play?" 

"Just what I've heard, Nikki. This is all new to me." She rubbed her hands together, and bounced up onto her tip toes with unconcealed glee. 

"Oh, I can tell, don't worry." She looked really girlie then and the whole thing wouldn't quite sit in my brain straight. I had no doubt this was going to be an experience I'd not be able to forget in a hurry. Everything was geared up for her to work whatever magic was in her mind; how the light shone down on me, that there was a fucking large mirror in front of me, the way the seat of the chair was slightly too long forcing my hips forward. It was... It was a fucking ambush was the response my tactically trained mind said back to my senses. But I wanted it this way and I could not fathom why. 

"You don't have to wear a PVC corset then?" I said not sure if I wanted her in one, but my nerves got the better of me and I found myself talking for the sake of it. 

"No, silly. But you think my being naked is not enough Yoshi?" 

"Now I didn't fucking say that." Nikki walked off and I chided myself for opening my big mouth. Keep it shut or you'll find yourself in even hotter water I thought to myself, before my imagination echoed back; but maybe you want that dipshit? Thirty seconds later Nikki returned wearing only two items; a pair of glasses and military cap - a Soviet army praporshchik's cap my mind noted for the sake of it. This made her look incredibly hot, and again, I was reminded of how talented she was at this. 

"You like?" She pulled the cap down slightly on an angle and posed with her hands on her hips for me. 

"How did you..." 

"Know? It's in your photography Yoshi. Every time we had models in, you always wanted the one wearing glasses. And every time we got to use props you'd always be standing there holding a fucking hat. The military theme I'm taking an educated guess at." I swallowed, she was good and she knew it. I adored how Nikki catered for my own taste, how she could tell the full on dominatrix wasn't for me; but how these two simple accessories would drive me wild. It also highlighted I was totally out-classed here, and I was really going to get a lesson. She walked forward and dropped to her knees in front of my chair and licked her lips. "Now, let's see what's in these shorts." 

The atmosphere changed a little then and I could tell she wanted to up the ante but was holding back for my sake. Her hand snaked up the leg and very gently explored my body, taking her time to find my shaft; only briefly brushing against it now and then teasingly. 

"You're so very hard Yoshi." She smiled wickedly. "Can I see it?" 

"You're in charge here Ma'am." I replied as evenly as I could. 

"Hmm yes. Aren't you a good boy for allowing me to be?" Nikki said rhetorically and put her hands on the waistband and began to peel my shorts down. She folded the front down first and my cock sprang out in front of her. "Very nice." She commented before tugging my shorts all the way down to my ankles causing them to pop several stitches. "Mm much better. What a tempting sight you are young man?" Her elbows rested on the wood between my legs and she placed her chin on both of her hands, taking in the sight of me which made me feel awkward I guess. I recognized her expression as one I probably wore every time I had a girl laid out in front of me, lustful and predatory. The only difference was that Nikki was in no hurry at all; where I would be eager to get my hands on my partners flesh. 

"I'm glad you like it Nikki." I said a little awkwardly. 

"Oh I do! All this muscle... I don't know what to do with it really. Most of my clients aren't as... focused on their body as you." 

"It's a by-product Nikki; I have a physically demanding job. I'm not a fucking gym rat." 

"Sure, sure." She wasn't listening at all, just looking at my body thoughtfully. 

"You've got a nice cock; anyone tell you that?" 

"It's been said." She folded her arms and leaned on the chair and fixed her eyes onto mine, the hat and glasses framing her face in what I found to be incredibly erotic posture. 

"I don't suck client's cock's y'know?" Oh for fuck sake I thought this is all a tease? Shit. 

"I didn't realize I'd become a paying customer Nikki?" She smiled a genuine little smile, amused. 

"I didn't mean you were. I just meant it's not part of what I do professionally. I want to clarify this - what we do now - isn't the same. It's different for me too." 

"I don't care either way so long as you do something with it." I joked, nodding at my hard dick. 

"Like sucking it for you, Yoshi?" She said quietly. 

"Yeah." 

"Stroking it?" 

"Yes Nikki." 

"You want to have your cum on my hands, my lips, Yoshi?" 

"Fucking yes!" This was driving me nuts. I wanted her to start this so badly. 

"You're going to regret that you know?" She kept her tone and gaze level, and combined with the words it freaked me the fuck out. "I'm going to do those things. I'm going to stroke you first ok?" 

"Ok." She slid both hands up my legs and cupped my balls gently while rubbing them through the sack with her thumbs. It felt amazing. 

"What's your safe word?" 

"Huh?" 

"You need a word to let me know when to stop, Yoshi?" 

"What the fuck is wrong with "stop"?" 

"People often say "no" or "stop" when they don't mean it - saying it sometimes turns them on more and it might be like that for you." Her fingers found the base of my shaft and pressed lightly making it stand up away from my body. "I don't think you'll need it today, nothing will cause you... damage." She paused for thought, and I admit I had several in that short space of time. "This will be psychologically different for you. You might not like that part. Please pick a word." 

A fucking safe word. Ok, I thought this shit is about to get real. Her hands had barely touched me and I ached so much for more, but at the same time was scared of what I would get. I was getting reeled in here no doubt about it; it reminded me strongly of letting an opponent underestimate my abilities before taking them apart once their guard was dropped. She was using my lust against me but the only options I had were to go forward or quit. And you're not about to quit are you mate? My mind told me because we don't do quitting do we? 

"Abort" Nikki laughed and laughed at that. 

"Abort? Ha ha haa! That's fucking awesome; don't you have an imagination?" She sneered up at me. 

"It's not a word I say lightly you bitch." I said defensively. 

"Naughty words, young man... Naughty words." She was smiling all the same. "They'll get you into a lot of trouble." She leaned forward then, and let a glob of spit trickle out of her mouth and land on the head of my dick. With the palm of her hand she smeared it over my sensitive skin and I moaned and my hips lifted. I had no idea I was so horny until she really touched me and it was like an electric shock straight through my body. Nikki backed off a little using the edges of her index fingers to slide and push her spit up and down my shaft. She kept adding more and more saliva until I could see it was completely coated, her fingers only applying just enough pressure to make my cock twitch and bounce. I couldn't help but try and tip my pelvis to get more friction but her fingers just danced away from me compensating for whatever movements I made. 

She'd made no attempt to use her mouth at all and for some reason I'd had it in my mind that she was going to suck me off - straight away. I could not stop thinking about the moment when she would drop her head and take me between her lips. Shit, she hadn't even properly jerked me off yet and my frustration was building. She hadn't really paid much attention to my face and just seemed content to trace the bulging veins on my manhood over and over again. It got harder and harder, and more and more sensitive, but I couldn't get further with the feeling because Nikki wasn't adding anything else to the sensation. 

"Fucking hell Nik; how long do you plan on doing that for?" I asked in the end. 

"Oh. Long." She muttered back not bothering to even look at me. 

"Don't you think you should do something else?" 

"Nah." For fuck sake! This was driving me fucking mental. 

"I think umm... you maybe could suck it a little?" I tried to make this sound like a suggestion and failed. 

"Not yet." Then she looked at me. "You seem to want a little relief Yoshi?" 

"No shit! I'm fit to burst here." 

"Ok then." Thank fuck for that I thought. I didn't know why I hadn't just said something earlier. Nikki encircled my aching cock with her right hand and gently tugged on my balls with the other. 

"Fuck yeah, that's good." She started to speed up and I was already well on my way to orgasm and had no doubt I was going to cum hard. Her fingers caught the ridge at the base of my head so well, gliding over it as it was slick with saliva. We both watched intently as I got closer and closer, Nikki's hand working faster, twisting a little, her thumb latching over my slit at the top of her stroke, my balls were pulled down tightly keeping preventing my foreskin from slipping back. 

"Cum for me Yoshi." She purred licking her lips and her words goaded me on. "Yes, that's it, be my good boy. Cum all over my hands." I couldn't take anymore and felt my hips starting to buck, my cum becoming pressurized, and I was on the verge of spurting it out of me when Nikki let go. 

"Aaaarrrrgh fuck!" We watched as my cock pulsed hard, twitching up and down, but the release just wasn't there. I watched in astonishment as a small amount of cum trickled out of my cock with absolutely no pleasure being attached to it. Where was the fucking relief? Nikki just smirked at me and then bent forward and licked the pathetic amount of cum off the tip which sent me into a fit of spasms. "Nikki... shit...why'd you let go?" 

"I want to keep you hard a while longer." I could both see and feel she was right. "Besides..." she added grinning at me "...you wanted my mouth on it too?" 

Nikki took my cock deep into her mouth then and I was in heaven. The mini orgasm thing meant I wasn't ready to cum right away and it took a little while for the sensitivity to die down. Her mouth was so silky as she slowly worked up and down my shaft that not only did the harsh feeling I had disappear, I could also feel myself quickly becoming accustomed to the movements. 

"That's good, just like that, just like that." Nikki didn't so much as blink at me and just kept working away at my cock at a sedate pace. It didn't take long before I started to yearn for more pressure, or more friction. I wanted to grab her head and push her mouth down into my lap so she had to take me deep, but I couldn't move. The only thing I could do was lift my hips but Nikki only became even gentler in her ministrations if I did that, and I had to give up. She raised her head and grinned mischievously. 

"You are really fucking tasty Yoshi. Did you know that?" I just watched her licking my dick like a lollipop as she waited for an answer. 

"I taste my own cum." I said, not really sure why I'd phrased it like that. 

"I bet you're a nasty little boy like that Yoshi. Deep down there's something very kinky in you." She gave me several long full length licks of her tongue and then said. "You want to cum in my mouth you nasty boy?" Jesus Christ! The way she said it was so...so... filthy. 

"Yeah Nikki, suck me good now. I want you to taste me." 

"Mm you want to do it to me right? You want to fuck my mouth?" 

"Yeah, take these straps off and let me fuck you." She just laughed as she slowly stroked me. 

"Oh no, I've a much better idea." She whispered conspiratorially. "Because I'm such a nice person, I'm going to let you throat fuck me." My dick literally throbbed when she said this. "But... I'm not letting you out. No, sorry. That's not an option. Now, I'm going to place my mouth over you and it's up to you how much effort you want to put in." With that she bobbed her head down to my lap, took my cock into her mouth deeply, and worked it down, seemingly without any form of gag reflex. Her throat was tight around me and I floated in the sensation of it until I realized she wasn't moving any more. 

From my position it was extremely awkward to lift my hips and almost all the movement came from my abs and core muscles, but I pushed my cock into Nikki's face as far is it would go. I felt her nose compress, she took everything I had to give her. I let my hips drop momentarily before jerking them back upwards. Nikki kept her head where it was, and I started to fuck her with enthusiasm. This went on for only about thirty seconds before two things happened; my abs were becoming exhausted ridiculously fast and the tension through my lower body was causing my orgasm to creep up to the surface. I wanted to cum in her throat desperately, it felt fantastic, but really, I just liked how dirty it was. Nikki was right; I liked to get a little nasty, and she was letting me do this of her own free will. In fact the sounds she was making suggested she was really enjoying herself. 

"That's right Nikki... fucking take it. Take it... take it!" Pumping my hips faster and faster, banging into her face hard and I couldn't give a fuck. Pleasure was seeping through my core even as my muscles filled with lactic acid and began to burn. It didn't matter because I was about to cum in her throat; right down her fucking throat! My thrusts turned into jerks and I knew I was about to fill her. 

The fucking bitch pulled her mouth clean off me. 

"Nikki! What the fuck!?" I shouted as my dick throbbed and pulsed in empty air. To my horror I saw more cum trickling out of it and run down my shaft with absolutely zero satisfaction. I didn't understand this; I had just cum, why the fuck did it feel like I hadn't? "Fucking hell. Fucking hell, Nikki - what are you doing?" 

"Shut up you stupid cunt." She spat out at me. "You think you're using me? You're the bitch here, understand?" She swiped her fingers along my shaft making my hips buck, collecting cum on them, before shoving them into my mouth. "Suck them clean, like I just sucked you." She pushed them further and I jerked back in the seat until I had nowhere further to go. She continued to press them into my mouth until I was gagging. I was at the point I was considering biting her fucking fingers right off when she removed them. "Enjoying my throat and I can't have a little fun with yours huh? What a fucking hypocrite? Are you fucking crying you pathetic bitch?" 

I guess my eyes were streaming tears from being nearly retching on her fingers. I felt totally disoriented by how fast the situation had flipped. Nikki wasn't kneeling in front of me anymore; she stood between my legs with an attitude I knew couldn't be role play. This was the real Nikki. She bent over and jerked my cock several times which hurt like hell. 

"Nikki, fuck, that hurts!" She laughed. 

"Fine I'll stop doing it then." No sooner had she removed her hand from me I wanted it back. I still had to cum. I couldn't understand why, but I wasn't satisfied. In fact, I'd let her jerk me as hard and as roughly as she wanted so long as she let me cum properly. I told her this and she continued to laugh. "You want me to bring you off? What about my pleasure you selfish cunt?" 

"Whatever you want Nikki, whatever you want. I'll do it." I hated myself for saying it because I knew she had this planned out, and I was playing right into her fucking hands. She was very serious now. 

"I want to have your cock in my cunt Yoshi." Jesus Christ, thank you, thank you. "But you had better not cum." 

"What?" I said bewildered. 

"This is for me not you. You're just a cock that's all. You're going to sit there and be my fuck toy understand? If I think you're having a good time Yoshi... you're gonna really fucking regret it." As she said this her gaze went from trying pierce through the back of my head to look over her shoulder. My eyes followed hers and found her looking at a wall with the most hellish implements in the room. There was even a stick of wood with nails driven through it like a club, and I had no idea how that could ever be used without inflicting serious bodily damage. "Are you ready, shithead?" I could only nod at her. 

Nikki turned away from me and I wasn't certain what she intended. I saw her hand dip between her legs and heard the moisture there as much as I could see it glisten on her fingers. Her right hand reached back and grabbed my forearm that was bound to the arm of the chair and put her weight on it as she leaned back. Her other hand reached underneath her and grabbed hold of my cock; pulling it roughly downwards to line up with her wet pussy. With no ceremony at all, Nikki dropped her full weight onto my lap. 

"Argggh shit!" Nikki bounced hard on me, grunting loudly. "That's too fucking hard Nik!" 

"Shut... Up... Cunt." I couldn't do anything; she had me completely how she wanted me "You take it now you fucking prick. Take. It. Take. It. Take. It." She panted this over and over again. I watched her arse smash down into my lap and even though it was painful as fuck it was turning me on. The angle she was riding me pulled my cock downwards and the friction was incredible. It hurt, but I found I really liked it. 

"Nikki, fucking hell, Nikki, I'm going to cum if you don't stop!" 

"Don't. You. Fucking. Dare!" The more she swore at me the hornier I became and I involuntarily started to buck upwards even though my abs were on fire. 

"Fucking yes." I panted. "Yes... yes... this time...yesss." I was close and I knew she was too. There was no way she'd stop; her pussy was already squeezing me more and more. She'd have to wreck her own orgasm as well. "I'm going to cum inside you Nikki. Fuck you but I'm going to cum this time!" and I shoved myself up into her cunt hard. But Nikki, shit, Nikki still had some skills and just before I could get onto my final stroke she dropped her hand that had been rubbing her clit and used it to crush my balls together. The pain was... was... indescribable. I hadn't been able to brace myself, had no idea it was coming at all, and went from near orgasmic bliss to a level of pain where I thought I might vomit. "SHIT! SHIIIT! Fucking shit! What the fuck are you doing you total cunt?!" I screamed at the back of her head, muscles cording in my neck as I tried to break free. 

"God yes... Yes... Fucking... YESSSSSSSS!" Nikki came violently on top of me, still holding me by the balls, hunched over and shuddering hard. Her hat fell off but she made no effort to retrieve it. "That's it you nasty little boy" She raggedly breathed out. "You've just been used." 




Learning to Let Go Pt. 07



"Get the fuck off me, Nikki, get off. Get the fuck off!" She didn't move. 

"That's right, you sit there and bitch. You're still hard aren't you? I can crush your balls and you still stay hard, you fucking nasty cunt." She stood up and I saw she was right. Damn it, why did I fucking like this? I was as stiff as when we had first started and as the throb of pain in my balls subsided, so the dull ache of needing relief return to me. My cock glistened wetly, Nikki's cream collecting at the bottom of my shaft, and the sight of it made me groan with lust. 

Nikki was looking me over with an unreadable expression as she waited for her breath to even out. I watched her hands caress over her own body and wished they were on my skin. She looked down at her hands that had found their way to her pussy and were stroking back and forth between her legs. She looked sharply up and me and then strode forward. 

"Lick them clean, Yoshi. This time do a better job or so help me I'll fuck your throat with my hand til you puke." I was eager by then; I wanted to please Nikki and then maybe, if I was good she'd do something nice to me. Maybe it'd hurt a little but that was better than just being left. You like it when she hurts you anyway, you prick my mind shouted at me will you get a hold of yourself? But as I was licking Nikki's cum from her fingers all I could think of was that I didn't care. I didn't care so long as I felt good. Sucking her fingers was sexy, and I was getting off on the fact she was making me do it. "Good boy, that's much better. So much better. You're really trying now aren't you?" I just nodded and murmured my ascent around her fingers. I kept trying to lift my own hands up to pull her fingers deeper into my mouth like last time so that I could do a better job at that as well; but of course they were strapped down. 

Nikki smiled down at me, and I have to admit I felt proud of myself. She started to stroke my cock in a normal way, a way I could understand, and that quickened my breathing. 

"Good things come to those who wait." She said. "Maybe we can get you to cum now, Yoshi? What do you say?" 

"Yes." 

"Yes, please?" 

"Yes please, Nikki." She dropped between my legs again and took me deep in her mouth, sucking my cock hard, making me moan loudly. My body was exhausted and I could barely move my hips at all, but my cock was a different matter; it throbbed and pulsed almost constantly from the attention of Nikki's mouth. She pushed me all the way into the back of her throat and sticking her tongue out, started to lick my sensitive balls. I could feel how much I needed to cum, but this time I wouldn't say anything, I wouldn't let Nikki realize until it was too late. She'd promised me she'd let me cum twice before and had robbed the orgasm from me somehow. This time I would take no chances; she'd given permission and that was good enough for me. 

Unfortunately, either Nikki was wise to this or maybe it was pure coincidence, but she stopped deep throating me and starting to lick her tongue across the head which was so engorged by now it hurt. 

"I'm going to make you really explode this time Yoshi. This time you're gonna pump your cum everywhere." I just looked at her dubiously. 

"Ok, Nikki." She put on a mock sad face. 

"Aww you don't believe me do you?" 

"You've said it before and you didn't let me." I wished I'd kept my mouth shut. 

"But this time it's different; I've had my fun haven't I? I came on this nice fat cock of yours." She licked it several times. "I can still taste myself on you. Mm, but you really do taste amazing." I shrugged but secretly I was getting closer and closer to cumming. "Aww Yoshi, don't be like that. This time you'll cum I promise." I wasn't sure. 

"Ok." 

"You don't seem convinced but, you know what? Fuck you." She walked away from me and I lost sight of her. I could hear a drawer slide out and her rummaging around in it before she came back. She was holding lube. 

"Oh Jesus Christ" I whispered. 

"That's right; I'm really going to fuck you Yoshi." 

"But... you can't." Nikki laughed. 

"Come on... you're not that naive Yoshi." She flipped the cap up on the lube and took her place before me again. "Are you going to be a good boy about this?" 

I admit I felt panicked. Keeping quiet had only dropped me further in the shit and I felt a total fool for it. Nikki was wasting no time squirting lube into my arse and I could feel her fingertip gently probing and massaging its way in while she stroked my cock almost lovingly with the other hand. I was so turned on by this; it was absolutely at the limit of what I was prepared to do. Ok, so I didn't have a good reason for thinking myself immune from getting fingered in the arse; I didn't think it was gay, or just for girls. I'd just never had someone do it - or even want to do it. Yeah, but you've fucking thought about it enough times while you jerked off my traitorous mind threw back at me. My cock also seemed to like the idea and was quivering with excitement at the proposition. 

"Jesus fucking Christ." I mumbled. 

"He won't help you, Yoshi." She was smiling but the joke just bounced off my concern. Her hand was squeezing my cock and then she started to lick and kiss it, sucking it into her mouth before reverting back to long lapping strokes of her tongue. She was rubbing my cock all over her face now and the view was astonishing; her mouth sucking on the side of the shaft, baring her teeth as she bit down a little, making the fear flare up in me all over again, before taking me back into her mouth and pumping me with it. She lifted her head and looked deep into my eyes. 

"We're gonna do this Yoshi. You're either going to help me or you're going home with this hard on." And she smacked the head with her hand which felt equally good and bad at the same time. "What's it to be?" 

"Nikki... I..." 

"It's either yes or abort. Take your pick." Fuck. Fucking fuck. 

"Yes." 

"Good boy" What are you doing? Flashed across my mind's eye. Nikki was undoing the straps at my feet. She was letting me go? That was just a test? "Lift your legs up Yoshi; I want better access to your virgin hole. It is, isn't it? No one's ever been inside you before?" 

"No." I choked out embarrassed. Holy shit what am I doing? She helped me to raise my legs as my abs were shot. You're lifting your fucking legs? You're really fucking doing this?? 

"Oh goody! What a total fucking treat!" I couldn't look. I was too disgusted by myself to; legs up in the air like a girl about to get it. I was about to be violated? It wasn't like that but somehow I wanted it to be; somehow I wanted to have the decision taken from me, for her to just do it; do me however she wanted. I'd heard about this, fucking hell I'd done it to a handful of girls with mixed results; but that was fine, doing it to them was fine - I was the fucking "doer" which somehow made everything right and proper. Being the "taker"... Did you really think this through when you signed up? 

It was too late now; I was all but on my back, calves resting on top of my arms which were strapped down. I felt Nikki's hand pull my ball sack out of the way and the only thing between her and my arsehole was clean air. Fuckinghellfuckinghellfuckinghell. She probed gently, taking her time but it was still freaking me out. Ever so slowly she pushed her finger up to the first knuckle. 

"Good boy Yoshi... Relax; you'll love it I promise." Haven't I said those same fucking words to girls? The only credit I will give myself is that I did my best to relax - but only because I knew it'd hurt a whole lot less. What a fucking chicken? You really are turning into a bitch here. Nikki felt my sphincter give and her finger slipped up to her biggest knuckle. I couldn't understand how the fuck her finger seemed so damn huge. Felt like it was going split me in half and I had the widest bit still to go. Fuck. My imagination was working at a faster rate than even my heart; throwing all sorts of crazy ideas around like my arsehole would actually split. Abort! Abort! Abort! What the fuck is wrong with you? Say it! 

She grasped my cock which was as hard as it'd ever been in my life, and pulled it towards her; the angle totally unnatural but felt so unbelievably good and I let out a long groan. At the same time, in what must've been a well-practiced movement, Nikki pushed her finger all the way into me. 

"Oh fuck... Oh fuck..." My eyes were tightly shut and it was as if the only things that existed to me were my arse and cock. 

"...ok Yoshi?" 

"It's so fucking good... so... so... so" Nikki pumped my cock gently and I was lost, totally lost. I have no idea how much time passed like that - probably only a few minutes - but to me it felt endless. She started to work her finger fractionally in and out, and I couldn't believe how that sensation seemed to magnify itself a thousand fold. I'd experienced nothing like it as she slipped that large knuckle out of me and then pressed it back in again. I was in ecstasy. I could hear Nikki encouraging me but to be honest I was so far inside myself I wasn't listening properly. 

"...it harder Yoshi?" 

"Yes, Yes, Yes." 

The pace was faster and was starting to reverberate through my body, and I was moaning and moaning. I felt Nikki's mouth envelop my throbbing cock and timed the rhythm with her finger so while I would be deep in her, she would be deep in me, and the concept of how fucking dirty it was started to make me shudder. I was going to cum and I prayed, really fucking prayed, that she'd let me this time. I didn't know what I'd do if she pulled off again. 

Then I felt her press inside me differently and stroke over a spot that part of my brain identified as my prostrate. It sent my body into overload and I started to shake uncontrollably. Fuck fuck fuck I didn't know what to do; I was going to cum but I had no ability to alter the stimulation and in some fucking strange way I couldn't tell if I was cumming or if it was still building. My arse was clamping down on Nikki's finger to the point I don't think she could move it - but it didn't matter because it was on the spot, right exactly on the spot that was blowing my mind apart. 

Her mouth left my cock and I felt her hand jacking me really hard and fast and I had this scream that was boiling up inside of me that rattled out of my throat with a volume that sounded insanely loud. I couldn't hold it in; couldn't hold anything in, and felt the first pump along my cock and felt the pressure behind it as the first small spurt of cum dropped onto my stomach. It was shortly followed by a gush of semen that went all the way up to my chin. I opened my eyes briefly then, gasping for air, but the world closed in as lights danced in front of my eyes. 

I passed out. 

Continues in Part 8.



Learning to Let Go Pt. 08



Learning to Let Go is an 8 part continuous series; so if you were naughty and skipped ahead I urge you to start at the beginning or the following may make little sense. 

Welcome to Part 8. 

***** 

2010 

Jen's arsehole was tight, but not as much as I had expected, and the butt plug slowly slipped deeper and deeper inside her with relative ease until the last inch remained. I let her push it back out a little way before pressing forward up to the same point before she tensed up and my progress came to a halt. 

"Are you ok Jennifer?" I asked softly. 

"It's so big, Sir." I wished I had shown her its size before I started, but I didn't want to go backwards. 

"You're doing very well. What a good little slut you are." Jen moaned softly and I felt her trying to push back to take more for me. "That's right, keep going; your arse looks so good being stretched like this." 

"Oh fuck... Sir... I can't... It's too big for me." Shit, she only had a half inch left to go. "Sir? Sir? It's hurting me." Her panic was getting the better of her and I was sure I was right up against her limit. If she could just get this last little bit in... 

With my other hand I slid my thumb between her pussy lips and found Jen's clit. She bucked instantly, and I gently started to caress it in the circular motion I knew she loved. The new sensation had completely distracted Jen from the plug in her arse; instead of pain, waves of pleasure washed over her. I had deliberately not touched her like this since the restaurant because I wanted this overwhelming effect later - although I had hoped to have her plugged first. 

"Ohhhhhhfffuuuuuuck. Oh... fuck that's good!" I didn't press any harder with the butt plug, I didn't want to distract Jen from the blissful feelings from her clit; but ever so slightly I relaxed the pressure my thumb had on her hard bud, dropping below a satisfactory threshold. Without realising she started to push back more, seeking pleasure, and I just braced my other hand as she started to impale herself on the plug. Slowly, by mere fractions she worked her hips backwards and I reduced the motion of my thumb so that she would wind her cunt against my hand; all the time accepting more of the plug. 

"Let me cum, Sir!" She shouted at me and with a last effort I pushed the plug home. "Holy fucking shit!" She gasped. "It's in me. It's in my arse." Jen was panting hard with understanding of what I had just done, and that I wasn't going to let her cum yet. 

"Yes, Jennifer, your little bum is all full up. You've been such a wanton slut you didn't even figure it out. You must need to cum very badly?" 

"Oh fuck" She whispered. "I was so close. So close. So close." 

"I know. How does the plug feel then, my little slut?" 

"I feel so full, Sir." 

"Do you like it Jennifer?" 

"I love it Sir." My cock felt like it was going to tear through my jeans hearing her say that and I stood up and stroked it through the denim before pulling my phone from my back pocket. Quickly I clicked open the camera app and aimed it at Jen's raised arse. I actually took three pictures, but deleted the first two because the exposure was shit. I found that the act of working through this lighting difficulty, which would've been easy with a proper camera, calmed me down a little. I even stuck it through an editing app briefly just to bring the colours out. A quick visit into my settings and I turned off all the power saving options; selected the photo again - which would stay on the screen until I turned it off - and placed my phone against the box the restraints had come in so that it was blatantly in line with Jen's face. 

"What do you think Jennifer?" She whimpered ever so slightly. 

"I look like a slut Sir." I laughed and laughed at this. 

"No, no; you are a slut, Jennifer. You think nice girls do this?" I pushed a finger into her cunt briefly and she cried out something that wasn't even a proper word. "If it looks like a slut, smells like a slut," I sniffed and then licked my fingers "and tastes like a slut. Then it's a fucking slut, isn't it?" I hissed. 

"Yes Sir. Yes I am Sir. I'm your slut Sir!" 

"Mmm that's very good. You understand now. There's two more items left in that bag though." 

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit..." She whispered over and over again. 

"Do shut the fuck up will you, please?" I spat at her. 

"Sorry! Sorry Sir! Oh fuck I'm..." I put my head next to hers and yelled. 

"SHUT. YOUR. NASTY. FUCKING. MOUTH. SLUT!" I slapped her pretty hard across the tops of her thighs, aware this would be equal pleasure and pain. She yelped but was silent after that except for her uncontrolled breathing. "Fucking hell but I can't even think with you going on and on; we've not even started your punishment yet..." Jen let out a tiny sound that was a cross between a squeak and a whimper. "That's right. I hadn't forgotten y'know? How long do you owe me Jennifer?" 

"Forty minutes, Sir" She mumbled against the cushion. 

"Sorry, how many?" 

"Forty minutes, Sir!" Jen sobbed out loudly. 

"Good memory." I said matter of factly. "Hey, why don't I get something out of the bag for you now?" Jen winced as I stepped over her. Picking up the bag I retrieved the penultimate item. "I have something I'd like you to wear. What do you think?" From my hand hung a black collar; there was little in the way of ornamentation, no studs or spikes, just four D-rings equally spaced around it. 

"Oh God." Was all she managed to whisper as I wrapped it around her petite neck, checking that it wasn't too tight, or her hair was tangled in it. 

"Very nice Jennifer. It really suits you. Makes me want to fuck your throat while I hold it." 

"Oh fuck... oh... fuck." 

"But" I said "before we get to the fun stuff... I had better address the matters of your poor discipline." I met Jen's eyes and she looked genuinely terrified. "What in the world could that last thing in the box be?" 

"I don't know, Sir." 

"If you knew, it wouldn't be a fucking guess, would it you daft slut? Guess." 

"Sir! I don't know, I don't fucking know, I don't..." I smacked her arse so hard I could see the exact outline of all my fingers and Jen howled with pain. 

"FUCKING GUESS!!" 

"It's a whip. A fucking whip. Something to whip my arse with. Oh fucking hell Sir, please don't hurt me!" I knelt down beside her and stroked her hair which made her try to flinch away but she couldn't easily move. 

"Don't be ridiculous, Jennifer. As if I'd do that to you? Point of fact I'm not really good enough with a whip yet..." I tried to be as soothing as I could and Jen responded well by calming down a little. "You've got yourself all worked up over nothing, silly girl. It's just a sex toy that's all." Jen looked relieved, but said. 

"Will it hurt me Sir? Is it big?" As I was there I decided to rub one of her nipples a little and she moaned loudly. 

"No, no monstrous sized dildos or anything. It doesn't even go inside you Jennifer." She looked up at me confused. 

"It doesn't?" 

"Don't worry little slut, I'll make sure you're well and truly satisfied. Let's get it out hey?" Jumping up I picked up the box and the bag just fell away so that Jen could see the picture on the front. 

"It's... it's a microphone?" I laughed. 

"No, silly girl! This is a wand. It vibrates." 

"On the outside?" 

"Oh yes." I stripped the packaging from it with gusto; I'd used Hitachi wands lots of times before - had been on the receiving end of them too - and while they really looked very innocent I knew they were anything but. I placed it next to Jen's head and I could see her looking at it quizzically. "Hang on; they never give you a fucking long enough cord." 

Jen had no choice but to wait and try to work out what was going to happen next. I hadn't done this intentionally - it was another fuck up that I hadn't had an extension lead ready, although I had a couple spare for DIY in the kitchen so it didn't matter. When I came back I was treated to the awesome sight of Jen's plugged arse pointing up in the air, and her cunt was leaking down both her thighs. My cock thumped hard, and I felt that knot in my stomach pull tighter. Not yet I told myself. 

Once I had plugged the wand in and tested it on my arm I helped Jen open her legs. She couldn't do this by herself what with her wrists cuffed to her ankles, so I had to lift her by one of her shins at a time until her legs were wide open. I could tell as she moved the butt plug stimulated the inside of her arse by her little moans. 

"That's so much better, isn't it?" I said. I could fuck her so easily like this I thought, but instead grabbed my phone and selected the timer function and entered the forty minutes she had earned herself. "So... are you ready?" 

"Please tell me what this will do Sir? Please?" 

"Hmm, ok fair enough." I caressed her beautiful back and hips while I made myself comfortable behind her. "Throughout the day I've been teasing you. There was that moment at the library, another at the restaurant, and finally again just now, when I touched that naughty cunt of yours." I tugged on the handle of the butt plug and Jen let out a long sigh. "But... you are quite ready, I suspect, to cum. Is that a correct assumption?" 

"Yes Sir." Jen whispered back "I need to cum so bad, Sir." 

"Well, had you been a well-behaved slut I'd have fucked you 'til you came all over me." She moaned even at the idea of it. "Unfortunately, because you're such a useless cunt, I now have to teach you a lesson." 

"Please Sir, just fuck me?" 

"Shut, Up. You've ruined my enjoyment also. I've got to spend forty minutes doing this now when I could've been fucking you instead. Don't think this isn't hard for me too you naughty little girl." I pushed a finger into her pussy and she shuddered. "I could have my cock in here already if you hadn't been such a bad girl. So, you managed to knock up forty minutes. For forty minutes I'm going to use this want to stimulate your clit. I'll tell you now; you're going to love it, but... I'm not going to let you cum." 

"What? How?" 

"Every time you get close I'm going to pull away Jennifer." 

"Oh my God..." 

"Ready slut?" 

"Don't do this... Sir... oh fuck..." I hit the on button and put the wand at a low setting and paused to clear my thoughts. This always got intense and I wondered if I could do it or if she'd turn me on to the point I'd end up fucking her senseless. I reached over and hit the start button on my phone and the numbers instantly started dropping. 

I placed the big white dome directly onto Jen's clit. 

It was like she'd been electrocuted. 

"Ohmygodohmygod... HOW IS IT DOING THAAAAAT?" Jen was screaming, literally screaming, and her hips bucked and thrashed. "Fucking hell. Fucking hell. Fucking hell. OH GOD I'M..." But she didn't cum because I removed the toy from her body. 

"That didn't last long Jennifer. Only three minutes." I reached over and stopped the clock 

"Wha - what are you doing?" She didn't call me "Sir" but it didn't matter, she was going to forget all of that soon anyway. 

"Sorry?" 

"You stopped the timer?" 

"Oh I see... Sorry, but the time when you're calming down doesn't count towards your forty minutes - thirty-seven now." 

"You fucker." I put the wand back on her skin but this time kept it away from her clit and let it vibrate against her cunt hole sending pulses through her body. The Hitachi easily had enough power that the sensations would reach her clit but nowhere near as strongly. "Oh... Ohhhhhhhhh, yes... yes..." Jen's eyes fluttered half open as she cooed softly. With my other hand I gently pumped the base of the butt plug in her arse. "Oh god but that's good..." I let the numbers count down a couple of minutes before shifting the wand's head closer to Jen's clit. "Jesus... Shit... that's... that's fucking amazing." 

I smiled to myself and let her have some time to really build her orgasm. She must know what'll happen I thought, but then remembered back to my own experiences and how logical thought seemed to go out the window. My hand slipped down a little further and again the wands powerful head rested against Jen's clit. 

"Don't take it away! Don't! Please! I need to..." Of course, I let the wand fall away and paused the timer. "Fuck! FUCK! FUCKING LET ME CUM!" I couldn't help laughing. 

"Listen you slut, you've still got a whole half an hour before you can cum." 

"I... I... can't do it... I can't fucking DO it!" 

"Ok then." I stood up. "I'm going to get a drink." 

"What the fuck?" 

"Let me know when you want to cum little slut." I could see the terror in her face as she realised she had to go through this if she wanted to cum at all. 

"Wait... Sir... Oh fuck... wait Sir!" I spun on my heel and snatched up the wand and flicked it to a higher setting and then jammed it into her cunt. Her whole body shook. 

"Don't ever fucking piss me about again you stupid bitch!" I snarled at her. 

"I'm sorry... aaaaargh I'm fucking so sorry Sir!" I pulled the wand off her and her body, which had been bow-string taut, and she sunk down onto the floor, her chest heaving. "Holy shit... Holy fucking shit..." Switching the vibrator down again I set it to a deep pulse and pushed it right up under the butt plug and hit the timer. 

Jen let go of a low growl, and pushed her arse back against it wanting more, so I knocked up the intensity a notch. "Huggghhh god yes." She was trying to use the head of the want to push the plug in, so I reached up and gently started to pull on it. "oh fuck, oh, oh fuck..." It popped out of her tight sphincter "Aaaaauuuuuuwwwww... Put it back in me Sir... Please!" 

Scooping some lube from around her arse I pushed a large globule of it down her slightly dilated hole and pressed the rubber spike back inside her. "Aaah! Fuck yes!" I loved how her hips thrust back, wanting it. I pulled again, it came out easier this time but she still moaned "No Sir... no... a slut like me needs it... I... fucking need it!" I spent a little time teasing her with it; not quite pushing it in all the way and letting her try and push her arse back further, my hands not offering the resistance to force it inside her. 

"You need to push much harder little slut." I whispered, completely enthralled with her movements. "Go on, try and fuck it you filthy bitch." She started to buck as hard as I have ever seen anyone trussed like that move. It was fucking extraordinary - her core muscles lifting her entire upper body up and her thighs driving her arse back onto the plug. All the time grunting; 

"Want it... want it... Want ...it" I stopped playing around and let her take the rubber into herself while simultaneously pushing the wand back onto her clit. "AAAAAAAAAAGGHHHHH FUUUUUUUUCK..." It only took twenty to thirty seconds before I had to take it away before she came. "You cunt... YOU FUCKING CUNT!" She shouted. I just reached over and hit the stop button on the phone. 

"You're doing so well Jennifer. Wow but you're really impressing me." 

"Fuck off." She spat. I laughed and put the wand up to her mouth. 

"Lick it slut." 

"No." 

"Oh dear... now that's very naughty." Jen's eyes widened in panic. 

"Shit. No! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really fucking sorry!" 

"Bit late to be sorry young lady. Christ... I don't know how to make this better. And I was going easy on you too..." 

"Sir! Sir! I'll do anything" FUCKING ANYTHING! Just don't... not more of this... pleases!" 

"Gotta be honest; I was thinking about resetting the clock..." Jen started sobbing. 

"Fuck no... please... No...anything... anything." 

"I thought girls liked a lot of attention though... Don't you like a bit of foreplay Jennifer?" 

"No... no... no... no... no..." 

"God and look; you got down to twelve minutes there. I can't believe we have to start all over again." She was just mumbling into the cushion and I noticed it was covered in saliva that had run out of mouth with her unable to do anything about it. "Look... tell you what" I said standing up straight "what about if you do something nice for me, and maybe I'll let you off ok?" 

"Yes Sir, yes Sir! Undo me and I'll do anything you want to you. Tell me and I'll do it!" I shook my head remembering how I had told Nikki a very similar thing years ago. Fuck I was innocent then. 

"Sorry but you're staying there. You've still got twelve minutes - I'm not letting you off those." Her face dropped "But I promise I won't add on any more." I pulled my t-shirt over my head and dropped my jeans and shorts. It felt fucking fantastic to finally release my cock and I stroked it in front of Jen. "There's no reason why I can't cum, I'm not the naughty one around here." She eyed my cock, watching my hand move slowly up and down. 

"Are you going to fuck me now Sir?" 

"Absolutely not. You'd cum straight away - I'm not a fucking idiot Jennifer." 

"Then..." 

"Then I'm going to fuck my slut's pretty little mouth." 

"Oh God..." I positioned myself next to her face and lifted her upper body by her collar until her mouth was lined up with my shaft. She was being partially choked like this, which was the point, and although I could see fear apparent in her expression she was already trying to get the head of it in her mouth. 

"Good girl" I said changing my grip to support her more and guided her head on to me. Fuck... this was amazing and also, I was already so close to my own orgasm... it wasn't going to take me much and I didn't intend to hold back at all. Jen was trying to force her mouth on me harder and harder, but she was sideways on to me and it wasn't really working - again, it didn't matter, I just enjoyed watching her body strain to please me. "That's right Jennifer; fuck you are a nasty bitch aren't you?" 

She looked up at me then and, I don't know, it was like she really was a different person. She'd changed. Her expression was... not... assertive? I knew then, inside her head she'd submitted, she'd gone through it all and had finally just... let go. I breathed a little easier then because I really did think I had gone too far a couple of times but no, she accepted it all and now just wanted to please me by being whatever I wanted; and right now I wanted a slut, and so, she was. Her head bobbed back and forth frantically trying to make me cum and I was so damn close it wouldn't take too much more. I grabbed her head with both hands. 

"You're going to take this like the slut you are." I growled at her and started to fuck Jen's face. She squeezed her eyes shut and sucked on my cock as hard as she could while I thrust myself into her as far as I dared. Jen had never managed to deep throat a guy and I didn't try to make her now, but I did push right up to the back of her mouth making her gag and gasp. "Yeah, you filthy bitch... fucking... fucking take it!" The strain in my body beginning to collect at the base of my dick and I felt the tell-tale yearning for relief drive my hips forward, "Yes, yesss, YESSSSSS!" I pull Jen's face against my stomach and pumped wads of cum into her mouth. She could barely breathe let alone swallow and cum leaked out down her chin. I pulled out and wiped my spunk covered dick all over her face as she gasped, choking slightly. "That was very fucking good." I said exhaling. Jen didn't say anything as I placed her head back on the cushion. She was a real filthy fucking mess now. "You didn't like that Jennifer?" I asked. 




Learning to Let Go Pt. 08



"Fucking loved it, Sir... You came so much Sir." She whispered. She looked so content lying face down, arse up like that; right up until I switched the wand on. "Oh no... no... no..." She cried, and this time I was absolutely fucking merciless. I repeatedly attacked her clit; making her whole body shake while she screamed into the cushion until I stopped and she would gasp and sob. "Fucking let me cum... just let me cum... cum... let me... please... I..." I put the wand head straight back again and she went completely fucking berserk so I had to take it away almost instantly. "Rrrrrraaaaaaahhhhh FUCK SAKE!" she screamed "You fucking CUNT!" But I hit her with it again and it looked like she was a broken puppet being pulled in three different directions. "Aaaah aaaaaaaah AAAAAAAHHHH SHIIIIT!" 

It went on and on as the numbers slowly tumbled down. She looked like she'd done a half marathon with sweat streaming off her, out of every pore, veins thick on her neck from screaming; her face was a total cum covered mess mixed with her own drool. Her body was entirely fucked by this point; the constant spasm fatiguing her muscles with each contraction and I doubt any other novice could've taken this sort of punishment. But Jen, being so fit, was hanging in there. I was without a doubt, really, really fucking proud when the numbers on the phones screen hit zeroes and it started to chime. 

That's it!! That's fucking IT! Fucking STOP! THAT'S IT!" Jen could barely shout this, her voice torn and ragged. I admit I did toy with the idea of telling her it was my choice when activities would cease, but the girl had done well, and truthfully, I didn't think either of us could take anymore. Jen was totalled, and I wanted to fuck her as I had recovered very fucking fast indeed. 

"Quiet, QUIET you noisy bitch! Jesus." I stopped and placed the wand down. "Punishment complete, well done." 

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou." The poor girl was shuddering with relief. "I can cum now can't I Sir? I can cum...right? Please?" 

"Are you really sure you want to cum Jennifer?" I said slyly. 

"YES! Fucking YES! I NEEEEEEEED to cum SOOOOO FUCKING BADLY!" 

"Ok, well, you asked for it..." Taking hold of the restraints in opposite hands I flicked her over so she was on her back and I shoved my cock straight into her cunt, hard, and started fucking her with everything I had. 

"YES! YES! Fuck your slut... Fuck me... Fuck your slut!" She was in heaven, her cunt so incredibly tight, and with the plug in her arse it really hurt me to fuck her this hard. If she hadn't been so utterly soaked I doubt I could've managed it at all. Jen's head bounced up and down with each thrust of my hips but I could see her smiling even as she pressed her eyes tightly shut. Her head tipped back and her whole body started to vibrate as her orgasm finally started to wash in. 

But... I wasn't quite done yet. As her back arched further and further, pushing her small breasts - only one clamp remained clipped on - high into the air, I grabbed the Hitachi and jammed it between us; hitting the power at the same time. 

"AAAAAARRRRGHHHHHH! FUUUUUUUUUUCK... AAAAARH AAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHH!" 

Her body spasmed so hard it looked like she would break herself in half. She screamed hoarsely, quite literally every ounce of breath out of her and still her lungs tried to force more from her. There was nothing left to give, no air, no words, nothing. The only sound was my own breathing and the steady unrelenting hum of the wand as her body held itself off the ground except for her arse and the back of her head. Seconds passed and her throat seemed as if it could burst at any moment, it was like I could see her blood pulsing through her veins. 

Jen's body dropped to the floor and she sucked air in as if she'd been drowning before forcing it out in another ear splitting scream while her whole body thrashed beneath the wand I had pressed to her still. 

"STOOOOOOP!! STOP! AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRHHHFFFFFFFUCKIIIIIINGHEEEEEELLLL!" She banged her head back against the floor, but, I'm a cunt, and just watched her. "YOSHIIIIIII! PLEEEASE! STOP! OHMYFKINGGOD... FUCKITFFFFFFFFFFFFFUCKIIIIIIITTTT... ITSSSTOOOOOOOOMUUUUUCH!" After that I couldn't understand a word she said. I couldn't fuck her anymore because she was simply too tight and I couldn't hold her with one hand well enough to get enough leverage to force myself in and out of her. 

I couldn't say how long I continued to force orgasms out of her; five, ten minutes maybe. She howled like mad between gasps for air, eyes tightly closed while every single muscle in her perfect body contracted again and again. It was only when I started to try and talk to her I realised how far gone she really was - perhaps she'd forgotten her fucking word, it had been known. So reluctantly I switched off the wand and watched as her body continued to jerk and spasm; my hands carefully releasing her ankles and her legs fell uselessly away, taking part in the same twitches as the rest of her body. 

Sitting back against the sofa I lifted Jen into my arms and hugged her to my chest like a child while she shook. Her whole body was coated in sweat and I struggled to maintain my grip. It took a good while for her breathing to return to anywhere near a normal rate while I stroked her hair and whispered how she'd been my good girl, and how proud I was of her. She literally whimpered for several minutes before tipping her head back and looking into her eyes. 

"Are you ok?" I whispered. She grinned a little shyly and then tucked her head under my chin and whispered back. 

"That was fucking incredible." 

"Uh huh." 

"I'm never doing that ever again." I just laughed. 

"We'll see..." and I kissed her head. 

"I'm going to be addicted to weird-arse kinky sex now aren't I?" She joked. 

"That wasn't kinky baby..." 

"You're a real arsehole, you know that?" I just laughed again. 

"I love you too." Jen snuggled up to my chest and I tightened my arms around her protectively. "Are you ok, baby?" She blew out a long sigh. 

"Yes... No... that was... intense..." She looked up into my eyes, "Does this change me?... For you?" 

"Never, we don't have to do anything like this ever again; it's always up to you. You're the boss, right?" Jen giggled to herself. 

"I'm not your slut then?" 

"You're everything to me." I said simply. 

"Thank you, baby." She stroked her hand across the stubble at the base of my neck "But I think I might keep this collar..." I smiled at her. 

"If you insist." 

"Oh, I'm not that bothered about it. But the wand... that's a keeper." 

Epilogue: 

2009 

We had moved from the sofa to Jen's bed and had been fucking for... I had no idea, but it was dark outside and there wasn't much traffic. I was laying on my back thinking that it had been the best first date I had ever been on. The best first date I had ever heard anyone talk about. No, fuck that, it was better than anything I had ever heard of ever. It beat all the films, songs, Shakespeare, everything. Jen was gently rocking on me while she stroked her fingers through my chest hair. 

"You know... I'm not used to having a girl on top of me so much?" She just smiled down at me, all sassy as fuck. 

"What's the point of spending all my time keeping fit and then just laying on my back getting fucked like an old woman?" I cracked up. 

"That how it's gonna be when you're old, baby?" She slapped me on the shoulder laughing - I'd been slapped a lot like this in the last few hours. 

"You're planning on hanging around that long Yoshi?" I felt myself get a little serious by accident. 

"Maybe." 

"We've only been on one date, you dunce!" She went to hit me again but I grabbed her wrist and pulled her down to my mouth, which she accepted gently - I think by that time we were both a little kissed out. My hands wrapped around her small back and pulled her tight against me. 

"I think I love you." 

"Oh fuck, Yoshi, you can't say that!" I breathed in, breathed her in, and I was at one with the world. 

"I can do what the fuck I like, Jen." 

"Uh huh, and what about what I like?" I traced her jawline with the back of my hand. 

"You look happy enough to me, baby." She giggled and kissed my nose. 

"Gotta admit" She said "I do feel like the cat that got the cream." I gently lifted my hips up to hers and we both felt my cock slide into her just a little deeper. 

"No shortage of cream, that's for sure." She rocked back against me, hair falling forward as she tipped her head to keep it close to mine. 

"Mmmm got me there. God but I do love your stamina, baby. I didn't know you'd be this good." I heard a police car rush past, siren blipping and lights bouncing through the window. 

"Sorry, what?" Jen bucked her hips a little but I lifted her chin to look her in the eyes and she grinned at me sheepishly. "What is it, Jen? What do you mean?" She sighed and took my hands and pushed them above my head. 

"Ok, but don't be mad ok?" I started to get a little worried. 

"Danielle." 

"What about her?" I really didn't like this now. 

"Well... fuck... ok, so... She told me." Jen dropped her head to the side of mine and nuzzled my ear. 

"Mmm told you?" 

"What you were like in bed." 

"Ok." 

"So... I wanted to find out. She said you did a lot of running around the Lines... So I..." 

"So you... what? Went looking for me?" 

"Err, yeah?" I started giggling, and then really laughing hard. "Shut up! Shut up Yoshi!" She sat up and I went with her. 

"So all that time I thought I was chasing you?" 

"I was really chasing you." We were both smiling and laughing; she was trying to tickle me. "You know, you guys aren't always as in charge as you think." 

"That so, baby?" 

"That fucking is so. I was in control then, I'm in control right now, and I'm damn well going to be in control in the future." 

"Wow... control freak huh?" 

"You better believe it. I never let anyone control me Yoshi, never." I laughed, pulled her close and kissed her as chastely as I could kiss a girl. 

"We'll see..."