0 comments/ 10596 views/ 4 favorites Lisa's Submission Ch. 01 By: 1077ad Author's note: This story is dedicated to my fellow Literotica writer Lisa. The concept arose from the fantasies that lingered in my mind on the footsteps of a most pleasant online correspondence that began when we discussed the stories we had shared here. Do note that I have made some changes based on her feedback and incorporated some paraphrases of her words, but the "Lisa" here is a fictional character. As always, I welcome your comments and private messages if you have any feedback, constructive criticism, dirty stories, salacious suggestions, etc., or would just like a friendly email when I post a new story. I will also send you a personalized picture of my cock on request. * * * Danny walked into the hotel lounge and looked around. He only had a couple grainy profile pictures to go by as he scanned for room for... Ah! he thought to himself. There was a spark of recognition at a woman sitting alone at a table along the windowed wall on the far side of the room. He walked over to her. "Hello... Lisa?" She'd been looking out at the uninspiring view: a parking lot outside and the airport in the distance under overcast afternoon light. She turned and looked up at him. "Yep. Hi, Danny." He set down his gym bag, pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down. This feels weird. In one sense, he knew Lisa very well, but she was, realistically, a total stranger to him. Danny had first encountered Lisa when she'd left a comment on a story he'd written on an erotic fiction website. He looked up her profile, read her stories and commented back. Soon they were exchanging emails back and forth. Given that starting point, their conversations had generally centered around sex -- the mechanical details as well as the mercurial desires underlying it. Because they'd been online -- anonymous -- Danny had been quite open about the things he was into, as had she. It was a sort of conversation he'd hardly ever had, let alone with a stranger. They also had a friendly, open sense of banter, so when Lisa had said she was going on a business trip and talked about that a bit, Danny had responded, "that's only an hour's drive from me!" With hesitating conversational circles, neither trying to admit it openly, they each managed to convey that maybe they should meet up. Neither had dared to say so online, but the implication was that it wasn't just to have a Coke. They were slow to start talking as they looked each other over. Just as Lisa was about to speak, a waitress approached the table. "I'll have a diet Coke," he said to her with a tight smile. He looked over at Lisa. "Make that two diet Cokes." When the waitress had left, he looked her over again. They'd talked about their bodies to each other, but they'd never exchanged ages. She's a few years older than me, Danny thought to himself. A Midwest soccer mom, Danny mused. A Midwest soccer mom who likes getting spanked, he amended. Lisa had short brown hair, high cheekbones and a slightly pointed nose. Not plain, but not an overpowering beauty. Sort of like the girl-next-door, but with some experience under her belt, and with a few more pounds around the middle. A little burst of worry accompanied that thought. Still, she's skinny compared to me. Danny was about five-eight and with a little bit north of two hundred pounds, so he was carrying a noticeable paunch. Still, she knew that. Despite how he looked, Danny got off on sending people pictures of his body, and near the start of their acquaintanceship, he basically dared Lisa to ask him for a picture of his cock, which he promptly sent off, along with some more pictures of his body. To his surprise, Lisa had even responded, so before he came here he knew more about what her pussy looked like than her face. "Well then," he said suddenly. "You think you're up for this?" Lisa fiddled with her coaster. "Yes. I've been thinking about it ever since I got here. My conference has been very dull otherwise." The waitress came by with their drinks. "Will you guys be needing menus?" she asked. "No, just these," Danny said. "We're getting caught up." The waitress winked conspiratorially at him and left them alone, and they made some more small talk about the dull genericness of airport hotels and traveling and so on. Let's cut the chit-chat, Danny thought to himself. He took a sip of his drink and looked Lisa in the eye. "So... when you knew you were coming here, you asked me to meet with you because you wanted to get fucked up the ass, right?" He was speaking in a low voice and there wasn't anyone else seated immediately beside them, but Lisa's eyes still darted back and forth. He saw her throat constrict as she swallowed, and then involuntarily licked her lips. "Yes," she said, nodding. "And you want it full on," he continued, holding her in his glare. "Not gentle. You want me to bend you over, pin you down and..." he paused, smiling, "sodomize you." She licked her lips again. Her response was a gruff whisper. "Yes." Danny leaned back. "Well, it's not going to be that easy. I think we have to talk about what else you're going to do." "What else do you want to do?" Lisa shot back. "Here's what I want. I want you to be like the characters in your stories. For the rest of the day, I want you to submit to me. I want you to give full consent, in advance, to whatever I want to do to you." "Danny... I didn't think you were into that! In your stories, you seem to get of so much on being... what do you call it... the bottom." "The stories get better with research, though, don't they?" he asked. "But it's true. When I'm with women... or men... I'm usually more than a little submissive. But this is a sort of special opportunity. We're out of our usual element, and we can step out of our usual roles a bit. And anyway, sometimes I like to wear the collar... and sometimes I like to hold the leash. You know what I mean?" Lisa nodded. Danny took a sip of his drink and continued. "And anyway, I've seen something in your stories -- we've talked about this a few times -- I think you're not fully committed to being submissive. In your stories, I think you set things up so that the character only is 'forced' to do things that they wanted to do anyway, but just wouldn't admit it to themselves. I want you to treat this as a little experiment: what would it feel like for you to submit -- and to submit all the way, unconditionally?" Lisa chewed at her bottom lip as she thought this over. "You're right. I never really realized that until you pointed it out, but I don't normally want to give up full control, but I do want... permission, I guess, to go further than we're supposed to. And anyway, I don't want a man to control my life. I mean, my ex-husband..." "No, no." Danny interrupted her. "This isn't your real life. I don't want to control your life. I don't want to tell you to pack up and move to a different state... I don't want to force you to earn sixty-eight cents on the dollar of what I earn. I want you to have a singular experience -- not life -- where you temporarily cede control to me. Where I control how you get pleasure and how you give me pleasure. I want you to find some things out about yourself today. Like, will you get off, just on submission itself, on having to do some things... that you wouldn't normally like to do. I think, in the end, you'll experience a sublime pleasure today. Why not try, and give in completely for one day, and see what you experience. Plus, I promise it will end with the ass-pounding that you so desperately crave." Lisa laughed a little at that. "There's no backtalk, no questioning my commands, no negotiation. You submit all the way or not at all. Stop and think for a minute. Look inside yourself. It's time for you to find out -- do you have this in you? Can you be a true submissive, or do you just want to be titillated with the superficiality of it?" He leaned back and finished off his drink. Lisa was sitting still, her head tilted a bit to the side, as if she were deep in thought. And then, a little quietly but clearly, she said, "yes sir." Danny waved his hand through the air. "Ah, I don't go for all this yes sir, no sir bullshit," he said. "I want to do some things to you, I want you to do some things to me. Follow my commands, but you don't have to get all call-me-master." "Yes... Danny." He reached down and fished around in his bag a little, pulling something out. He handed it to her. It was a thin leather strip, red on the outside. Lisa looked it over. Is this a bracelet? she thought. Oh... it's... "A collar," Danny said, completing the thought for her. "Put it on." It was quite well-made, and with a different ensemble, might have looked like a fashionable choker. But with her business casual attire, Lisa felt as if it looked really out of place. Still, she guided it around her neck, feeding the end through the metal buckle and fastening it. It gave her a strange feeling, and for the first time in the encounter, Lisa felt as if she were somehow exposing herself, as if she were announcing what she was going to do. She felt as if she were blushing. Lisa was just about to say something when another figure was suddenly at their table. "Oh, hi Lisa!" It was another woman, about her age with a cheerful smile and a wide behind. "Hello Shirley," Lisa said. "This is my old friend Danny from out this way. We're just getting caught up." She said that last part with an emphasis that made it clear it was a private conversation. "Hi Danny!" Shirley said with equal enthusiasm. "Oh, well, I guess you're not coming out for the shopping trip then? We're taking a cab down to the outlet stores, so I thought I'd just double check!" She looked back and forth at them, and maybe sensed some of the charged crackle in the air from their conversation. She took a step away. "Nice to meet you," she said to Danny. "And toodle-oo!" She turned and walked away. "Toodle-oo!" Danny said, laughing. He looked at Lisa. "That's good... that's smart. You're supposed to let a friend know where you are when you're meeting with a stranger. You told her to come and get a look at me, right?" Lisa swallowed. "Yes." "That's good. No worries. You know me, Lisa. Things most of my friends don't know. And you know I'm not going to leave your torso in a suitcase or anything. But it's never wrong to be safe. We'll be safe. In fact, we should have a safe word, right?" Lisa nodded, looking relieved. Danny continued, "yeah. And we'll make it easy, so you're struggling to remember it when you're... otherwise occupied. You just have to say 'safeword'. Say it back to me." "The safeword is 'safeword'," Lisa repeated. "That's right.... but here's the thing. It's a zero-sum game. If you say it, I'll stop. But I'll stop everything, and our day ends. You got that? You can't say it just to go down to a less-intense level, okay? You're all-in, or all-out. So just think twice before you do say it." "Okay." "Now... your key card please." Lisa looked at him, hesitating. "It starts now. It's already started. You've submitted to me. When I ask you something, you answer. When I tell you to do something, you do it. Your key card." She reached in her purse and pulled it out, handing it to him. "Room number?" he asked. "618." Just then, the waitress reappeared. "Will there be anything else for you guys?" Lisa looked up at her. "No, just charge this to my room, please." That taken care of, Danny stood up, grabbing his gym bag, and Lisa stood up as well. Without speaking, they left the lounge. There was another couple waiting in the area outside the elevators. As one of them dinged, Lisa began to step forward but Danny, holding onto her arm, held her back. "We'll take the next one," he said, stepping forward to hit the up button once the elevator had started to ascend. When the next one arrived, they stepped onto the elevator alone. As the doors were closing, Danny was already pulling something from his bag. It was a thin red leather dog leash, and before Lisa could react, Danny was attaching it to the metal loop in the collar around her neck. "Time to submit," he said. "Get on your hands and knees. I'm going to walk you to your room." Danny looked at her, knowing this was a crucial moment. Either she was going to go through with it -- to submit fully to him -- or she wasn't. He knew she'd thought it over downstairs, but it's different when it's actually happening. And when it starts in public. But Lisa had hesitated for only a second, and as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, she was dropping her to hands and knees. As she crawled out, she quickly looked up and down the hallway. There was no one in sight. Without a word, Danny read the room number from a sign on the opposite wall and started off, not looking down at the woman crawling beside him. He walked at a brisk clip, forcing her to move quickly to keep up That was enough of a challenge to keep her from having too much time to think about the degrading situation she was now in. They turned one corner, and then another, and had to go to almost to the end of the long corridor. Lisa now had enough time to wonder how someone would react if they came out their door and saw the two of them. She didn't know if she was embarrassed or aroused by this -- it felt a bit like both, and neither. In front of room 618, Danny pulled out the keycard and slid it into the lock. The door clicked, and he opened it, indicating with a shake of the leash for Lisa to pass through. He followed her, letting the door shut behind him. Quickly surveying the suite, Danny led her to the open area between the bed and the window, and dropped the leash. He set down his gym bag and sat on a chair by a small bedside table. "Get undressed," he said. "Leave the collar. You may stand up." Lisa looked over at the window. The curtains were fully open, letting the late afternoon light in. There were some midrise office buildings off in the distance, but it wasn't as if anyone outside could see what they were up to. She stood up, and without hesitating, began unbuttoning her blouse. She it pulled off, then bent down to undo her pumps, kicking them off to the side and tossing her socks that way as well. As unzipped her pants, she looked positively eager to get naked in front of this near-stranger. Her body wouldn't be a total surprise to him, given the webcam pictures she'd emailed to him, and she seemed unselfconscious about the slight thickness of her belly, and, as her bra came off, of the slight sag to her breasts. Last of all, she slid her plain white cotton panties down her legs. Her pussy was meticulously hairless, carefully groomed so as to leave not even the suggestion of stubble. Without pausing, she leaned forward and handed the panties to Danny. "Ah, you remembered," he said with a smile as he took them. Several of Danny's stories had included detailed descriptions of men sniffing women's panties, and here, he carefully held them up to the light and studied them, just like one of his characters might. Then he hooked his fingers through the waistband, flipped them inside out, and held the inside of the crotch to his face. He breathed in deeply. "You have an interesting musk," he said, as he sniffed at it again. "I look forward to investigating the source." He handed the panties back to Lisa. "Here. Put these over your face." Flipping them around in her hand to find the front, Lisa complied with his order, pulling the waistband over her head so that she was wearing the panties like a mask, the smell of her crotch now against her face. "Breathe it in," he instructed, and waited for her to inhale a couple times. "Do you like the smell?" Lisa breathed it in once more. "I'm neutral toward it, I guess. It doesn't small bad or gross, thank goodness. But it doesn't particularly turn me on." Danny was looking up and down her body, smiling and nodding. "You're a foxy lady, Lisa. You look comfortable in your skin, and that's where sexy comes from. Turn around," Danny instructed. He looked at her behind, exhibiting, like the rest of her, a bit of middle-age droop. "Bend over." She did so, and Danny leaned forward, looking at her ass, and trying to peer between her padded cheeks. "Further. Stick your ass out." Taking a grip on the top of the dresser, she complied as Danny stood up and stepped toward her. The leash was now dangling against her side, and he reached up to the collar and undid it. He held the metal hook in one closed fist while the other hand controlled the looped handle at the other end, swishing it through the air. With a quiet smacking sound, he brought the thin leather strip fairly lightly against her right buttock. "Oh!" she said, more out of surprise than pain. "Look forward. Don't turn your head. I'm going to give you five on each side, and don't want you to bother the neighbors. Count them off, but don't make too much noise." Without waiting, he flipped back his hand and flailed at her right buttock with a far less gentle lash, leaving a sharp smak echoing across the room. Lisa muttered with a sharp rush of breath, but didn't cry out. A red line appeared across her buttock. "One," she said, quietly. Without waiting, the leash snapped again. "Two." The next three came in quick snapping secession, and she could barely get each number out as the next blow landed. Danny pivoted and took a step to his left. He repeated the sequence, giving five quick lashes to her left ass check. As she counted out, "five!", she exhaled, relaxing at the end of it. She was still looking forward and didn't anticipate as Danny smiled and pulled back further than before, landing one final unexpected lash. Her body jolted with it, and she almost shouted, channeling it out into a barely-comprehensible word. "Ahhhhh... six!" Danny dropped the leash at her feet, and began rubbing the red welts on her buttocks, feeling her shiver underneath him. "You liked that, didn't you? Did that turn you on?" Lisa was still breathing quickly, but managed to huff out an affirmative noise. "Well, let's see if there's any sign of your arousal." With that, Danny's hand slid from her buttocks to between her legs, rubbing against her outer labia. "Oh yes, I can see that something's happening here. I always loved in your stories how wet the women got when they were turned on. I figured you might be like that too." His fingers were rubbing the outside of her pussy lips, and she shuddered. While his left hand moved to her buttocks to stroke the distressed flesh, his right thumb and middle finger pulled her labia outward as his index finger began to stroke in between, quickly working its way into her warm, moist pussy. It only took a moment before the middle finger slid in as well, and that started stroking in and out of her. "Wow, what a lovely creamy cunt," he muttered. "Let's see what you got -- squeeze it!" Lisa flexed her pubic muscles, and Danny could feel the grip tighten around his fingers. "Yes, it's a well-trained pussy, but I think you've got some more room in here!" With that, his ring finger slipped in and he was working three fingers into her. "I love the flexibility of a mature pussy," he said, as his fingers kept working. "Why is there this stupid pornographic cult of youth?" He was lunging deeper now, and Lisa's breath was growing quicker. She either wasn't listening to him or thought he was asking rhetorical questions. "These days, it's all 'tight young virgins'. Pff. You, you're a sexually prime woman. What was it that dirty old ballad said? 'The purse runs so deep that you'll never find the treasure'. That's a real pussy." Lisa's Submission Ch. 01 Meanwhile, as he kept talking, his thumb began to run around, and then over, her clit. It didn't take long before Lisa tensed up with a loud gasp. Suddenly, Danny's palm was sprayed by a gush of fluid from her pussy. He continued his motions for a few seconds, and then slowly pulled his hand away and raised it to his mouth, his tongue darting out to taste her secretion. "Mm," he muttered, as his hand returned to gather up more of her juices. "I remember how we once talked about pussy juice and you were surprised how much I liked it. I think I said, 'not all pussies taste like ambrosia', but yours... well, your pussy doesn't taste like ambrosia. Something richer, darker. Like if you made gravy from salted rabbit tartare, or... I don't know. Like good pussy." He licked his hand again. "It's so sexy to see you squirt like that. Does that mean you've came when that happens?" "No... I can do that more often than I come. Provided I'm well-hydrated. An orgasm is far more pleasurable than squirting alone... and both at the same time is mind blowing. I think that a lot of younger women haven't the slightest clue what female ejaculation really is... I know I didn't. I assume it's because they don't know how to relax and have fun with sex yet -- they're still stuck on their looks and performance issues." "Okay," Danny said. "We'll make sure you keep hydrated! But for now, I want you to undress me." Lisa looked over her shoulder at him. In one smooth motion she spun around and dropped to her knees, crawling the couple steps over to him. She bent down to his shoelaces, and as she did so, Danny reached down and pulled off the panties that were still covering her face, dropping them on top of his gym bag. As she untied each shoe, Danny lifted his feet just enough for her to remove the shoe and sock; otherwise he let her do the work. She stood and unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it off; undid his belt buckle and pants button, unzipping the fly. The slacks fell down to his knees and she lowered them the rest of the way, and again he raised his feet to allow her to pull them off. He was now wearing only his boxer shorts. As Lisa looked over his body for a moment, Danny looked down at himself, taking in his protruding belly, wondering if she thought it was gross, or just something that didn't particularly turn her on. It didn't seem to matter, as she now moved her fingers inside the waistband and began working the boxers over his fleshy buttocks. He stepped out of those, too. He raised his eyebrows as he shot her a look. She seemed to understand, and she put the underwear to her face, breathing in his scent. "Well?" he asked. "Not bad," she replied. "Better than mine. A little bit of sweat, but the good kind of sweat. May I... smell you up close?" She leaned in toward him. Danny stepped back. "Not yet." He sat down on the edge of the bed, and spread his thighs open. Lisa was on her knees, facing him. "So tell me," he said, leaning back, his arms stretched out behind him. "tell me what you want his cock to do to you. And what you want to do to it." "I want to feel it inside me," she said. Whatever she was, Lisa was no blushing virgin, and frank, direct dirty talk seemed to come easy to her, as easy as it did during their online chats. "And I want to get my mouth on it, so I can feel it getting hard --" she paused to look at it again for a second, as it was obvious that her conversation was doing just that to him. "And I really want to make you come." "Well, if you put your mind to it, I bet it wouldn't take that much effort right now. I've been waiting for this for a week now, and it's been that long since I've jerked off. I've got a big load built up. And you're going to make me come. But not the easy way. This is important: do not touch my cock until I say you can. Understand?" Lisa nodded and he closed his thighs and half-rolled over to lean down to his gym bag. He zipped open the top and shuffled things around for a moment before pulling something out. It was a dildo with a harness attached to it. "I'm going to give you what you want and fuck you up your ass. But first, you're going to fuck me." He handed the contraption to her. "Ever use one of these before?" Lisa shook her head, as she adjusted in in her hands, untangling the straps. At Danny's encouraging nod, she pulled it on over her legs, and she was quickly adjusting it, tightening the belt around her hips and the loops around her thighs. "Wow, that looks so sexy," Danny commented. Lisa looked over at the mirror to check for herself and wiggled her hips to get her fake cock nodding up and down. She smiled and half-giggled as she stroked it up and down. "Gon' fuck you with mah cock," she drawled in an exaggerated man-voice, a caricature of a gunslinger. He rolled back over to where he was before, scooting up so his ass was hanging over the bed. Then each of his hands gripped behind his knees and drew his legs back toward his belly, exposing his upturned ass. "But first, you have to get me ready for it... I want you to eat out my asshole." He was carefully watching Lisa's face as he said this, and was not surprised to see a wincing expression of distaste pass over her. Rimming was one of the things she told him had always grossed her out -- she couldn't get past the fact her tongue would be probing into the same place where excrement leaves the body. But she shut down the look on her face, and with a neutral expression, she shuffled up to him. "You don't have to worry that it's unsanitary," he said. "I gave it a good wash in the shower this morning, and it hasn't... been used since then. It's clean." He looked at her. "And I think it goes without saying... this isn't a lick it once to prove a point kind of scenario. You have to do it right. Show me what you can do to my asshole, but don't touch my cock or balls." With that, he leaned his head back on the bed as she moved in between his upturned thighs. Perhaps to ease herself into it, he tongue darted out and touched the spot about midway between his balls and asshole. Then she licked there less tentatively, and moved down, beginning a series of long licks just beyond his puckering sphincter. Danny wasn't sure if this was meant as foreplay or if Lisa was just trying to work up the grit to go ahead, but he didn't care. Even these teasing, off-target tongue-strokes left him tingling with excitement. And then, when her tongue finally ran over his asshole, he sighed with pleasure. To her credit, Lisa was soon rimming him as if she were full of enthusiasm at the idea, quickly working up to a series of quick runs over his asshole. "Yes, that's so good," Danny encouraged her. "Now treat it like you were making out with a guy. Get some tongue in there." After a few more licks, Danny could feel the tip of her tongue pressing against him. Once again he sighed happily, and tried to keep himself relaxed as her tongue pushed into him. Following his advice, he could feel Lisa's lips rubbing against the flushed edges of his butthole as her tongue slowly opened him up and poked in and out. Danny relaxed and just let the pleasing sensations wash through him for a couple minutes. He could feel a trickle of pre-come dribbling down onto his gut. He exhaled, this time with a bit of sadness. "Okay," he said. "You better wrap it up down there." Lisa didn't linger any longer than necessary, quickly pulling back from him, and he rolled into a sitting position. Shifting forward, he leaned down and kissed Lisa, and then again, running his tongue over her lips. "Hm," he said as he leaned back. "I'm trying to taste myself, but I don't get anything. Did you taste anything at all?" That sour look flashed across Lisa's face again, for just a second. "Yes. Yes, I did." "You don't sound like you've been converted yet to the joys of rimming," said Danny with a chuckle. He stood up and reached into the gym bag again. he grabbed a couple small plastic bottles. "I better get cleaned out properly," he said, gesturing for her to follow as he walked over to the bathroom. "I want you to watch this." In the bathroom, he carefully tore the top off the nozzles, and set one on the vanity before lifting one foot up onto the ledge of the bathtub. He leaned forward as his hand reached back, and the nozzle of the disposable enema found the pucker of his asshole and slid in. With a slow, steady motion, he squeezed the fluid into his rectum. He sat down on the toilet and expelled it with a woosh that was followed by a farting, bubbling noise. He closed his eyes for a moment and squeezed, trying to expel as much as possible. He grabbed a tissue and wiped himself, and flushed. He stood up again and returned to his previous stance. he nodded at Lisa. "Okay, you can do that one." Lisa took another enema and carefully guided the nozzle into his asshole. Like him, she applied firmly-building pressure to squeeze the liquid into him, then withdrew it when the bottle was empty. He smiled at her as he sat back down on the toilet, again releasing the enema with a loud burst. He stood up, and her eyes went to the toilet bowl. "have a look," he said. "Just clean water. Nothing left there that you don't want to touch." He grabbed a facecloth from the towel rack over the toilet, turned to the sink, running it under warm water for a few seconds before handing it to Lisa. "Now, just give me a wipe to make sure everything's spic and span." Once again, his foot went on the edge of the tub, and he leaned forward. Lisa stepped up to him, and began wiping around and over his asshole, which was now puffed out with arousal. He stood up and they walked back to the bed. Danny took Lisa's hand and looked at it closely as they moved across the suite. "You have delicate hands. You should have no problem getting three of those fingers inside me. Maybe four!" Danny reached down into his bag and straightened up, holding onto a condom. He quickly tore the foil and rolled it down his hard cock. "No point in making a mess everywhere," he said as he leaned down again. He pulled a yellow bottle with a nozzle out of his bag and handed it to Lisa.While she looked at the label, which read BOY BUTTER, Danny was settling onto the bed, on his hands and knees, pulling a pillow underneath him as he lowered his chest down, leaving his ass sticking out in the air. Lisa didn't need to wait for an instruction. She squeezed a dollop of the lube onto her index finger and wiped it over Danny's asshole. Then, her finger made swirling motions, circling around and around the outside of Danny's asshole. "Fuck, yes," he muttered as she squeezed some more lube on her finger, which then quickly and easily slid in his asshole. She had done this to herself many times, and she wondered briefly to herself why fingers in assholes didn't bug her, but using her tongue there repulsed her. She wasn't surprised at how easily Danny asshole was accepting her intrusion -- she knew that like herself, Danny really enjoyed being fucked in the ass, and it intrigued her that he was now following in the footsteps of who-knows-how-many men that was been with Danny previously. As she mused, her middle finger joined the index finger sliding into Danny's asshole. It went easily, and after moving them in and out for a few seconds, she began spreading her fingers as far apart as she could against the tightness of his hole. Lisa rotated her wrist so her fingers were facing up and began to make a "come here" gesture with them inside his rectum. She knew that they would be stroking his prostrate, and after a few seconds, Danny made a whimpering noise. Then, Lisa's ring finger quickly came into action as well. Now there was a little resistance, and she could feel the grip of his sphincter as her fingers plunged in and out of him. She was twisting her wrist back and forth, as well, twirling her fingers around inside him. She knew not to rush now, and simply kept this rhythm up for a couple minutes. By then, his muscle felt a little more relaxed, and she was able to get her pinkie inside him as well. "Four fingers!" she said, as she kept twisting them, sliding in and out. There was a bit of sweat on Danny's back, and looking down, she could see that his cock was rock hard. Holding her fingers still inside him, she asked, "do you like getting fisted, Danny?" He breathed out sharply. "Maybe with your little hands I could take it, but that scares me a little," he said. He looked back at her. "I don't know, I guess I could. I've been fucked by a couple... larger cocks. But the idea of being fisted was never a fantasy of mine, so that makes a difference somehow." He looked at the latex cock lewdly bobbling between her thighs. "But I'm pretty sure I'm ready to get fucked now." * * * Author's note: This story continues in Part 2! Lisa's Submission Ch. 02 Author's note: This follows directly from the end of Part 1 of the story. * * * After giving her fingers a final waggle inside of Danny, Lisa withdrew, wiping the goo and lube from her hand onto the dildo. Her hand stroked up and down a couple times, and she smiled as if it she could actually feel the sensations. She leaned over to the bottle of lube and pumped out a large glop, spreading it over the flared head. "I like to get fucked up the ass hard," she said, as she began rubbing the fake cock up and down against his asshole. "But I sure have learned that you have to start slow." The head of the dildo slid in easily, and with a slow movement of her hips, she let it pop in and out of him a couple times. Danny raised up his butt a little, as if he were trying to push himself more quickly onto the intruder. Lisa gave him a playful smack on his right asscheek. "Just you be patient," she said. Danny's body relaxed below her and she hunched forward, sliding the first couple inches of latex cock into him. It went so easily, that instead of being teasingly slow, she went further on the next stroke, and pushed in pretty much to the hilt on the one after that, the fake latex balls resting against Danny's ass. It wasn't a gigantic dildo -- Lisa figured maybe it had an inch on Danny's average-sized cock -- but it fit into him with a natural ease. She held herself with the whole length pushed into him until Danny moaned again, a quiet, eager whine. And then she began to fuck him, thrusting her hips with a measured, regular pace, giving him nearly the full measure of her long strokes in and out. Now Danny let out a warm sigh of relief, an extended mmmmmmm revealing his pleasure. As she settled into a groove, some motion caught her attention from the corner of her eye. When she turned her head, she realized it was her own reflection in the mirror over the chest of drawers that was parallel to the bed. She watched the reflection of the dildo moving in and out of the man below her, and also looked at his penis, which was deliciously turgid. She was eager to reach down and touch it, to feel his warm hardness, but she remembered his instruction not to touch his cock. She thought that Danny might be watching himself getting fucked as well, but his eyes were closed and his features relaxed. It was pretty obvious that Danny was enjoying this, even without his cock being touched. After another minute, his hips started moving, pushing back to meet her thrusts, and this time she didn't stop him, just kept pumping into him with steady regularity. Instead, she gripped his hips to hold herself steady as she began to pump more rapidly. "Fuck! Yes!" Now Danny's eyes were open. He looked a little dazed, but he was bucking back into her more forcefully, breathing in quick gasps. His whole body suddenly stiffened. In the mirror, Lisa could see his cock was now twitching rapidly, and suddenly he was coming. "Oh! Ohh! Don't stop!" Thick spurts of semen began spraying from his cock, and Danny kept moaning as several jets bulbed out the tip of the condom. Once his orgasm was done, Danny basically collapsed, his gut flattening into the bed. That pulled most of the length of the dildo out from him, and working herself backwards, the head popped out with a slick slurping sound. Lisa stepped down off the bed as Danny lay still for a moment, looking utterly spent. After a moment, he pushed himself up onto his elbows. "Oh fuck. Jesus. That felt so good." A little unsteady, he half-rolled off of the bed and stood up. He looked over at Lisa, who was undoing the harness to remove the strap-on dildo. Looking around for where to put it, he took it from her, setting it and the towel on top of the chest of drawers. "Thanks," he said. "I hope I can make you feel as good when I do that to you." He looked over at the clock. "We have lots of time. It'll be awhile before I'm ready to go again, but I have some things to do in the meantime." He reached down and slid the condom off his slick cock, holding it up in front of him. Lisa was truly impressed with the amount he had ejaculated -- it certainly looked like a load that had been building up for a week. He grinned, and then raised it back up to his face. His other hand grabbed the droopy end filled with semen and raised it up, so about a third of his load slid into his mouth. He swallowed and licked his lips. He looked over at the counter and grabbed a glass from beside the ice bucket. He dropped the open end of the condom into the glass and let the rest of his load ooze out. "Actually, I'm more thirsty than that." He walked over to his pants and fished out his wallet. He removed some bills and held them out to Lisa. "Can you go to the soda machine and get us some Diet Cokes, like three or four?" "There's some in the mini-bar fridge," she said. "No... I want you to go and get us some. And get some ice too." "Oh, okay." Lisa looked down and the floor, and bent to grab at her shirt. "No!" he barked, raising his voice a little. "I didn't tell you to get dressed and get them. I just said go and get them." She made a vague gesture at her naked body. "You want me to go out there... like this?" He stared at her. "Do you remember when you agreed to do what I told you? Do you remember 'no backtalk'?" Lisa bit her lip and was silent for several seconds. Danny kept staring at her. Twenty, thirty seconds went by, the pair frozen in position. Then Lisa grabbed the bills from his hand, grabbed the ice bucket and walked to the door. "I'll be right back, I guess. Unless I get arrested." While she was gone, Danny pulled a few more things out of his bag and arranged them on the top of the chest of drawers. After a minute, there was a knock on the door. He walked over and let Lisa in. "It locked behind me when I left," she said, and they walked back in the room. She set down the ice bucket and a couple cans of soda along with a couple quarters. "I could have let you wait a minute or two before I opened the door. Sit down in the chair," Danny said, and Lisa did so as he cracked one of the cans and took a long pull from it before he poured the rest into the glass with his pool of semen in the bottom. He handed it down to Lisa. She stared at it for a second before drinking it down, the last of it clinging to the bottom of the glass. Danny took it from her and set the glass back on the counter. Then he reached down into the bucket and pulled out a couple ice cubes. "Did you like showing yourself off?" "Not really. Maybe it would matter less if it was all strangers, but there's all the people from my work here! There are people from my department in the rooms either side of us." He moved around behind her and reached around her sitting figure, holding one of the ice cubes against each of her nipples. "Did anybody see you?" "I don't... think so. There wasn't anyone in the hallways, but I thought I heard one of the doors close after I walked by." He rubbed the ice cubes in circles around her areolae. "Maybe someone was looking out through the peephole. Doesn't it excite you to think someone might have seen your body?" "Not... well, maybe a little. But way less than the worry about getting in trouble." He dropped the ice cubes and they landed at the lip of the chair between her legs. He flicked each of her nipples, which were now hard nubs. "The idea of you exposing yourself to strangers turns me on." He pinched her nipples with a quick tight squeeze. "Ow! Well... that makes sense. That's how men generally are." "So you don't think it's bad for me to be excited by the idea of other men seeing you? Other men jerking off looking at you?" "I... I guess not." "That's good." Danny picked up something and handed it to her. "Put this on." It was a pink fabric thing, and Lisa looked it over and quickly realized it was a mask. It went over her head and covered her hair like a balaclava, and there were dark plastic oval lenses over the eyes. It opened below that, not covering her nose, mouth or chin. "Is this a bondage mask?" she asked. He chuckled. "No, actually, it some sort of downhill skiing thing. But look in the mirror. You can see how it really obscures your features, yes?" Lisa wasn't really following what he was talking about, but she looked in the mirror. "Yes, I guess so." "Good. We're going to take some pictures." She turned back to look at him. he was picking up a moderately-complex SLR camera. "I'll remind you again about how you agreed to 'no backtalk'." Again, there was a tense, frozen moment. Lisa could feel the ice cubes melting against her inner thighs. "Are you going to put these on the internet or something?" "Yes. Stand up, move over here into the light." Once again, Lisa acquiesced. She stood up, turned and looked in the mirror again. I don't think anyone could tell it's me, she thought, peering at the pink mask and eye goggles. She stepped over to where Danny was indicating. He began snapping pictures, and then giving her instructions to move her arms, to turn around. Soon, she was caught up in it, and following his prompts to move into different poses. Danny took dozens of pictures, at all kinds of angles. "Let's go into the bathroom," he suggested. "It's brighter in there." He had Lisa sit on the toilet and lean back, spreading her legs out as he began to take closeups of her pussy. "I'm taking pictures of your pretty cunt. I want to get every nuance of it. Does it turn you on to be exposing yourself like this?" "Yes," Lisa said simply. Following his instructions, she reached down and pulled her labia apart. "It looks like you're getting wet. I can see some cream oozing out of you. You must be getting turned on." "Yes." At his instruction, she stood up and bent over the counter, and he took pictures of her ass, then she pulled her cheeks apart and he took many extreme closeups of her asshole, muttering as he tried to get something just right. "Let's go back to the bed." They went out of the bathroom. Danny flicked the light switch on his way past, then went to his bag, holding up a vibrator that was still in its packaging. "I want to take pictures of you masturbating. Do you want to try this, or would you prefer to just use your hands?" Lisa thought for a moment. "Well, actually, I have my own toy in my suitcase. Maybe I should use that?" Danny nodded, and Lisa went to her luggage and pulled out a smooth, thick purple vibrator. She lay down on the bed, sitting up against the headboard, her legs splayed open. Danny took pictures as she began by touching herself, gently running her fingers over the outside of her pussy before delving deeper into herself. He leaned in occasionally, but didn't interrupt as her fingers began to push into her pussy, the other hand cupping at her tits. After a couple minutes, she reached over and grabbed her vibrator, twisting the base to turn it on to the lowest setting, and slowly working it in. "So you brought sex toys on your business trip. You are a little kinky. Did you use that last night, thinking about what we would be doing today?" Lisa nodded. Her pussy was copiously creamy now, small nodules of her ooze sticking to the plastic shaft as it moved in and out of her. She twisted the base again, speeding up the pulsations, and another notch a couple minutes later. Danny could see the pleasure building in her, her left thumb now rapidly rubbing her clit as the right hand plunged the tool rapidly in and out of her canal. "Do you think you could squirt for me?" Danny asked, as he lowered himself onto his elbows between her outspread legs. Lisa didn't react as if she'd heard him, but her toes curled a bit as she grunted, and once again, a gush of liquid was expelled from her pussy. Danny kept taking pictures, and even caught the moment when her secretions gushed out of her. He'd been silent throughout, but let out a low moan as he saw her juices dribble out over the shaft of the vibrator. Lisa slowed down and stopped, breathing rapidly. Then she looked up, almost in surprise at seeing the man with the camera there. "Lick it clean for me," Danny instructed, and Lisa lifted the vibrator to her mouth, her tongue flicking out to capture the clinging remnants of her fluid. "And just hold your pussy open, I want to get some more shots right up there." the camera was so close, Lisa could feel his breath on her thighs as he peered into the digital screen and adjusted the settings. Then he stood up. "That was beautiful. I'm glad you exposed yourself to me." He paused. "Does it make you feel like a slut?" Lisa tilted her head. "Well, I am a slut, and I'm proud of it. It turns me on to do dirty things, and I'm at the point of my life where I can accept that about myself. Once I got into my forties, I realized life is like a roll of toilet paper: the closer you get to the end of the roll, the faster it seems to go." He leaned over and grabbed one of the soda cans and handed it to her. "You better keep hydrated if you're going to keep that up! Do you have any lipstick?" "Yes, in the vanity in the bathroom." "Come with me and grab it." They went back in the bathroom and Lisa dug through her makeup bag, handing the lipstick to him. "Good. hands on your head, and just stand up here," he gestured for her to lean up against the counter as he pulled the lid off, twisting the tube to extend the red lipstick. Lisa was momentarily surprised when he reached up and started writing with it on her belly. Peeking down over her tits, she couldn't make out what he was writing. Danny peered at his handiwork, seemed to be satisfied and grabbed the camera to take a few snaps. When he told her to turn around, she caught it in the mirror, and managed to make out the backwards words: I WAS COLLARBONE'S SLUT. "Is that one of your names on the internet?" she asked. It wasn't what he used on the site they'd first encountered each other. He nodded, and was now writing something else on the small of her back. Lisa giggled and tried not to twitch at the sensation as the lipstick moved across her spine. After he snapped some more pictures, she twisted around to see what else he had put on her, and even backwards she could recognize "ticketclick@gmail.com", his email address. He went out of the bathroom for a second to set the camera down and returned, smiling as he helped her pull off the face mask. He smoothed out her medium-length hair, and then leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She opened her mouth to him and they embraced for a minute, kissing each other like horny teenagers. He pecked her cheek and licked her earlobe before whispering in her ear, "you did so good, Lisa. You were very beautiful. You're so sexy and you make me very horny." He was rubbing her tits now, and she was yielding, melting in his arms. "You make me want to do so many dirty things to you. More things than there's time today." His tongue-tip momentarily poked into her ear. "But now, I have to piss." Lisa's body tensed up. Danny laughed. "Ah, you know me a little bit," he said, now speaking at regular volume. "And you're right. I'm going to piss on you." Lisa didn't say anything, but there was a mildly unhappy look on her face. Danny reached over to the toilet and flipped up the seat. "Sit down there," he told her. "Hands on top of your head again, please." Lisa sat on the cold hard rim of the toilet bowl. Danny put his hands on her knees and gently pulled her legs apart, and then slowly ran a hand up her inner thigh. Lisa's expression relaxed a bit at his touch, and she made a soft grunt of frustration as his fingers stopped creeping upwards just shy of her pussy. Danny stood up and took a step back, looking her up and down -- naked, sitting on a toilet, legs open. He smiled at her, then gripped his cock, straightening it out. He began pissing. At first his aim was exact, and he was pissing into the gap in front of Lisa's open legs. Then he raised the stream just enough that he was pissing on her pussy. Lisa shook involuntarily as the stream made contact with her body. Danny twisted back and forth enough that the stream splashed over each of her thighs. It's so warm! Lisa thought to herself. She wasn't enjoying the experience, but she was reacting to it by remaining distanced and analytical about it, rather than disgusted. His stream was gaining strength, and Danny simultaneously stepped back and raised his cock further, so that his piss was splashing on her belly now, rivulets running over the lipsticked letters across her stomach. Danny raised his piss-arc even higher onto her tits. Now the piss wasn't just running down her body neatly into the toilet; it was splashing off her body at different angles, dripping onto the floor. And then his piss stream was less strong, and it was back on Lisa's stomach. He's not going to pee on my face, Lisa realized, and her body involuntarily relaxed a little. For an instant, she had thought about calling out the safe word, but it seemed like she had gotten through this. Meanwhile, as his stream slowed to a trickle, Danny stepped in closer to her, and was again aiming at her pussy. Lisa leaned back and closed her eyes as he finished, shaking off the last few drops. He reached up to the towel rack and pulled one out, dropping it on the floor beside the toilet and using his foot to roughly mop up some of the urine. Lisa had opened her eyes and watched as he did this, lifting her feet so he could wipe the floor around them. Then Danny looked down at her. "Do you have to go?" Lisa nodded. Somehow she knew that wasn't a signal for her to pee, so she sat still, waiting. But it was true -- by now she did have to pee pretty badly. Danny grabbed something from the counter and set it down on the far corner of the tub's ledge as he stepped into the bathtub, shifting his body around until he was laying on the bottom of it. He motioned her over, and without asking, Lisa carefully stepped into the tub. It was one of those hotel models that was wider than a home tub, so there was room for her to stand with her feet on either side of his hips. Danny looked up at her face. "Okay, do me now." Leaning forward into a half squat, steadying herself with one arm braced against the wall, Lisa closed her eyes and tried to relax for a moment so she could start to piss. It finally began with a wayward spray, but looking down between her legs, she quickly adjusted her position so she was pissing on his cock. "Ow, wow! Fuck!" Danny said as the stream hit him. Unlike Lisa, he was visibly enjoying the warm liquid being sprayed on his body. Hunching forward, Lisa changed the angle so that she was pissing on his belly, and then made an awkward half-shuffle forward so she could piss on his chest. Should I keep going? I know he'd actually like it if I pissed on his face! But I think I'm supposed to do the same as he did. And thus, she moved back, pissed on his stomach some more and ended with her last trickles dribbling onto his limp cock. Danny was smiling at her. "That was so fucking sexy. Now, turn around." Lisa did an awkward twisting turn so that she was still standing with her feet outside of his hips, but was now facing away from him. "That's right... now lower yourself down and get your pussy in my face." Ew! it's still dirty! But regardless of what she thought, she dropped to her knees and shuffled backward, so that her crotch was just above Danny's face. Danny raised his head and the tip of his tongue to her outer labia. Almost by instinct, Lisa leaned down further, moving to give him unfettered access to her cunt, flinching for a second as the smell of her own piss on Danny's body wafted up to her. Quickly, Danny was lapping up and down the length of her slit, and she knew that he was licking up the stray drops of piss clinging to her pussy lips. Lisa's Submission Ch. 02 "Delicious!" he called out, his voice slightly muffled between her thighs. "It smells so good down here." And with that, he commenced to eating her out, slowly and meticulously exploring every fold and cranny of her vagina with his tongue. He seemed to have a good instinct when to hold on at one spot, and when to shift or explore a little deeper. "I think you're enjoying this," he said, with a smile in his voice. "I love how wet and creamy you get -- it's just like the women in your stories. You have a rich flavor, like caviar." Lisa was gratified, if not a little surprised that he seemed to enjoy her secretions so much. She'd discretely sampled her pussy's juices, of course, and and found the taste overpoweringly funky and somewhat unpleasant. I guess people can like anything, she thought to herself. And then, as Danny's fingers joined in the action, she stopped thinking so much, focusing on the pleasure he was bringing her. As the tongue kept working in long, broad strokes, his thumb was soon gently rubbing beside her clit. Danny had been carefully watching her pattern when she was masturbating and waiting until just before her orgasm to start stroking her clit directly; when he did, she came in a big wave, rewarding him with a gush of fluid that he quickly lapped up. After tentatively slowing down as she climaxed, Danny wasn't sure Lisa wanted more -- he knew she didn't orgasm in bunches like women in stories always did -- bet he was sure he wanted to keep tasting her. He tried to build her up toward another peak, this time altering his approach by penetrating her with his index finger while his tongue and thumb kept up their stimulations. Lisa didn't quite come again as Danny relentlessly continued, but she seemed to be enjoying it. Now he had a couple fingers in her pussy busily frigging away, curling to reach for her g-spot. The women in Lisa's stories always blew their tops when that magic nodule was stimulated, and he'd assumed that was something drawn from the author's own experience. Sure enough, as his fingers twisted inside her to stroke at that secret place, Lisa was moaning, almost whimpering, as she expelled her fluid in a heavy, gushing peak. And now Danny sensed that he should ease back, slowing down his stimulations as Lisa returned to earth. Soon, he was just gently stroking her pussy, and Lisa's ragged breathing was settling down. "Jesus, Danny! You got the right spot there. I really hope that does taste good to you." "You better believe it," he said. "Actually, there's something else back here that smells wonderful. I bet it tastes good, too." With that, he raised his head again and licked her asshole. Lisa stiffened momentarily, but then relaxed. "I guess I was expecting that," she said. Danny didn't respond -- he simply worked his tongue around and over her asshole with the same dedication he had just supplied to her cunt. He was in no rush here, and licked and slurped for a couple solid minutes, long enough for Lisa to stop thinking about what he was doing and focus more on the sensations. It doesn't feel bad, I guess, but it's hard to get over the grossness of it. As his tongue began to push its way inside her asshole, she was once again thinking how unsanitary that must be until she was distracted by his fingers returning to caress her pussy. With the same persistence he'd shown before, he slowly increased his ministrations to her cunt. Despite everything, Lisa was beginning to get aroused again, focusing on the pleasurable sensations in her pussy more than the less-familiar ones emanating from her asshole. The fingers on her pussy withdrew for a moment, and Lisa half-whimpered as Danny blindly reached up behind him to the ledge of the tub. He clutched the small bullet vibrator he'd set there before and reached around, activating it as he began running it up and down her pussy. "Oh, yes!" Lisa wasn't anticipating the potent vibrations the tool provided and there was a sudden wave of joy as he began working it along the length of her slit. Lisa was on the way now, and both of Danny's hands were busy, one holding the vibrator to her flesh while the fingers of his other hand drove into her cunt. Lisa was uttering a wordless "unnnh!" sound as, almost at once, the vibrator mashed against her clit while the fingers curled to find that secret spot inside her. Lisa came with sudden force, another gush of fluid spraying from her pussy. Involuntarily, her hips pushed backward, pressing her ass against Danny's invading tongue, which was now pushing into her asshole and waggling as rapidly as her fingers. Lisa's body was momentarily out of control, seizing in little jerking bursts for long seconds before relaxing, almost totally and almost all at once. She slumped down on top of Danny's body, neither legs nor elbows taking any weight. It took most of a minute before Lisa opened her eyes and realized she had basically collapsed on Danny. "Am I squishing you?" She tried to ask, though her words came out in something of a drunken mumble. She tried again, getting something more comprehensible out this time. "No... it's... okay," Danny huffed in bursts, though she thought he might be less comfortable than he was letting on. Claiming control of her limbs, Lisa managed to raise herself up on hands and knees, and she heard Danny taking a deep breath as she raised herself up, just then also realizing she had basically collapsed into the remnants of her own piss covering Danny's body. "So -- wow -- thanks," she said, pulling herself up to sit on the edge of the tub. "I'm glad you liked it," Danny said, smiling. I hope to give you another one like that when I'm fucking you up the ass. Speaking of which, maybe we should get you ready." As he pulled himself up to a sitting position, he gestured over to the counter, and following his motion, Lisa saw the disposable enema bottles there. She reached back to the counter and grabbed one, twisting the seal off the lid. With her ass hanging over the edge of the tub, all she had to do was reach under herself to squeeze the fluid into her rectum. He asshole was slick from Danny's rimming and the nozzle slid in easily. Once she had squeezed the whole bottle into herself, she stood up and moved over to the toilet to push it out. She felt a little uncomfortable vacating her bowels in front of someone, but she knew that Danny didn't mind all the squishy, flatulent noises that went with the process. Her expulsion felt a little lumpy, a series of plops accompanying the jet of water into the bowl. She reached over and grabbed another of the bottled and quickly administered it to herself. This time as she pushed it out, it felt smooth -- just the liquid coming back out of her. "Do you think that's enough?" she said, looking over at the counter where there were three more of the disposable enemas. "Hand them to me," Danny said, gesturing at them, and after Lisa did so, Danny motioned that she was to climb back into the tub and resume her position squatting over him. As she settled her ass into place above his face, she felt the nozzle of the bottle poking at her, entering her, and then filling her rectum with fluid. Danny squeezed until the bottle was crumpled and empty and withdrew it from her. Feeling the pressure inside her, Lisa had to clench her asshole tight to hold it in. And a moment later, she felt the second nozzle slide in, filling her up even more. As he finished squeezing that into her, Lisa was feeling a slight discomfort, a familiar feeling in her lower gut that she associated with something far from sexual. "Should I get up and push this out?" she asked, a bit of eagerness in her voice. "Mmm, no... hold it in. Hold it in," Danny muttered, one hand now rubbing up against her lower belly and pushing against it slightly. Lisa's eyes widened as she momentarily struggled to contain herself. Then the nozzle of the last enema pressed against her. No, wait! That's too much! she thought as she felt her insides filling up even more. As Danny pulled the now-empty bottle out of her, she had to clench as sphincter even tighter, and there was an unpleasant, distended feeling in her abdomen. She looked back and down at him. "It feels like a really have to take a dump," she said. "Can I let this out?" Danny's hand slapped her asscheck, stinging a bit but not too painful. "Did I say you could? You will wait until I give you permission!" Danny's left hand was still rubbing her belly, and before she could respond the other moved to start playing with her pussy. Lisa exhaled with an uncomfortable grunt. "Hold it in!" Danny repeated. Lisa was filled with a strange mix of sensations. Danny's fingers were evoking a response, a tingle raising in her pussy despite the uncomfortable bloating sensation. It felt as if everything inside her was being pressed out in a weird way. As the pleasure from Danny's fingering increased, there was a curious clash of the sensations -- the rising need for release and the anxious too-fullness colliding with each other into a weird, buzzing sort of pleasure. And then Danny was holding the mini-vibrator to her clit again, the other hand pushing on her stomach more insistently. Lisa's orgasm washed over her in a such a strong wave that she lost herself in it for a moment, and when that happened, after the first jerking spasm everything relaxed voluntarily, including her sphincter. She scarcely realized that she was pushing out the enema onto the face of the man below her, as he continued working on her pussy. It was only after another tensing up and release did she become aware enough to realize what she was doing, and by now there was no stopping it as the remainder of the fluid sprayed out of her. Lisa closed her eyes and rode out the orgasm, leaning down to give as much of her pussy as possible to the intruding pleasure delivery. As sensation returned, she felt something brushing against her cheek. She opened her eyes and looked over to realize it was Danny's cock now rising to erection. "Oh, wow," Danny said, after letting her take a few more breaths. "That had to be one of the more spectacularly sexy sights I've ever seen in my life. So hot!" Now back down to earth, Lisa looked back at him, "Really? That seems so gross." She moved to pull herself up to a standing position. "That was pretty much one hundred per cent sterile saline solution," Danny said, also shifting his position to stand. "And I got to see your pretty asshole spasming out of control while you were lost in pleasure. Seeing a woman's face while she's having an orgasm is one of the most wonderful things in the world, and so was this." He reached over to the shower curtain and pulled halfway across the railing. "That said, we should probably clean ourselves up. Hm, you've probably figured this out by now, so maybe you should get the shower running." * * * Author's note: This story concludes in Part 3! Lisa's Submission Ch. 03 Author's note: This follows directly from the end of Part 2 of the story. * * * Danny stepped out of the tub, giving Lisa room to twist the taps while he grabbed a couple things off the counter. As he stepped back in, he pulled the curtain the rest of the way closed and handed her a plastic package containing a hotel shower cap and she laughed as she opened it and put it on. "Oh my gawd, Danny -- I'm going to look ludicrous in this!" Lisa pulled the knob to start the shower, and in moments, there was warm, steamy water coursing over their bodies. Danny picked up a bar of soap and lathered it up in his hands, before reaching over to Lisa and running his soapy hands over her breasts and belly. He leaned in to her. "We're not in a rush. We can make each other clean. I want to explore your body some more." And he proceeded to do just that, his hands slowly and patiently siding over her wet skin, pausing to stroke here, pinch there. He ended with an extended session of playing with her ample breasts, cupping them gently squeezing and massaging them, his mouth moving back and forth from one erect nipple to the other. He looked up, smiling, and seeming to understand, Lisa took over, her hands now moving over his body. Perhaps as a reaction to his having been pissed on -- and more -- by her, she took the cleaning part literally, grabbing soap and a facecloth and lathering up all of his body, and scrubbing his pink flesh with gusto. She didn't pretend that his protruding belly didn't exist, kneading and gently squeezing it, then with a grin working her pinkie into his belly button. She grabbed the shampoo bottle, and squeezing some out into her hand, ran it around Danny's untrimmed pubic hair. She worked up a lather as her fingers worked into the flesh under the dark, curly locks, and twisted her body out of the way to let the shower's flow rinse him clean. Then she dropped to her knees. "I've wanted this in my mouth all day!" she shouted up over the noise of the rushing water before engulfing his half-erect cock. She took in the length of the semi-flaccid shaft, working her tongue around the head before pulling back and licking it up and down. Holding his member with one hand, she began licking his balls, her tongue sliding over his scrotum as her hand stroked his shaft. As she went back to sucking on his member, she noted that Danny's cock was getting much stiffer now, standing up straight of its own accord. She gave him head for a little while longer, enjoying the sensation of having this man's cock in her mouth, thinking about how it would soon be pushing its way into her asshole. Danny must have been thinking the same thing, and with a gesture, he indicated Lisa should stand up. He had her turn around and lean over, and once again his hands were stroking her buttocks. But now he reached over for a tube of lube and squeezed some onto his finger. He stroked her asshole only briefly before pushing it in, slowly measuring the resistance her sphincter would offer. He worked the finger in slowly but firmly, and he could feel Lisa's body relaxing as he did so. He could tell she was eager for this, but he refused to rush the process of loosening her asshole. His finger worked its way in and out and he reached around with his other hand to play with her tits some more. He only paused to add more lube and go up to two fingers. As he entered her, she pushed back, as if she were eager for more, but again, he wouldn't rush, fluttering his fingers inside her, gently starting to stretch her tightly-gripping muscle. He frigged her like this for several minutes, switching off and on to add a third finger. Eventually he withdrew, and ran his fingers up and down her back for a few moments before slipping back in, and finding her entrance relaxed and unforced. He reached over and turned off the shower tap. Lisa looked at him, speaking in the sudden silence, "Oh Christ, I want your cock inside me." Danny grinned at her. "Don't you worry. It's coming. I just figured we should have more elbow room. Let's dry each other off and go back to the bed." Danny grabbed one of the large fluffy towels and rubbed it over her body with the same patient dedication he'd shown while washing her, paying special attention to her tits and crotch. Then she dried him off in the same manner, saving his cock for last. Danny stepped from the tub, then turned to offer his hand to Lisa as she did the same. While he leaned over to grab the lube and some of his other equipment, Lisa pulled off the shower cap and shook out her hair, looking at it for a moment in the mirror before following Danny out of the bathroom. Back in the main room, Danny was reaching into his gym bag, producing a foil-wrapped condom and handing it to Lisa. "Will you do the honors?" With a smile, she dropped to her knees. His cock was still mostly-hard from the vigorous rubbing it had just gotten with the towel, and Lisa carefully stroked it a couple times, feeling his clean flesh coming to life beneath her. She tore open the packet and pulled the rubber out. She held his cock at the base with one hand while the other fitted the ring over the tip of his penis. With mature confident motions, she smoothly unrolled it down the length of his shaft, her other hand brushing back his pubic hair as she completed the action. As she moved back to admire his cock once again, Danny was lowering himself to the floor. He handed her a bottle of anal lube, and as she took it from him, he lay down on his back on the carpeted floor. "I want you to ride me to start," he said. "So get some lube on there and then... sit on my cock!" Danny was obviously excited about the idea of fucking this near-stranger up the ass -- but not quite as excited as Lisa, whose hands were shaking a bit as she squeezed out some of the clear, thick lube, rubbing it down the length of his shaft with a single slow stroke. Then she reached up to the towel on the dresser above her to wipe her hand off before half-standing to position herself with a foot on either side of his hips. She lowered herself to a squatting position, feeling the damp prod of his cock bumping off her thighs. She reached around behind herself, finding Danny's balls and the base of his cock. Holding it steady and pointing straight up, she lifted herself a bit, adjusted her position, and settled down, now feeling his cockhead poking at her asshole. She exhaled with excitement, but still took a moment to rub it back and forth against her asshole, as if she were now teasing him. Danny closed his eyes as she did that, but blinked open as she again returned her grip on his cock to its upright position. Then, at once, she let herself relax and lowered herself about an inch, feeling his cockhead easily slip into her. "C'mon," Danny said, cajoling her as she enjoyed the sensation of that initial penetration. "You want it all the way inside you. Come on and ride it." Lisa lowered herself a little more, then pulled up. Danny's foreplay had been quite thorough, and her sphincter was relaxed and ready for this intrusion. She lowered herself again, letting about half of his length inside her. She rocked her hips a few times, letting it slide in and out. Her hand released his cock, and moved to his Danny's chest, to rub distractedly up and down. There was no discomfort, just a most pleasant sensation... and a desire to be filled. Now she lowered herself further, until she felt her buttocks brushing against Danny's thighs. It was no effort -- she had taken the full length of his cock. "That feels so good, Danny," Lisa said as she slowly raised herself about halfway up. With a slow and steady motion, she began riding his cock. Danny remained motionless, watching her, and letting her do all the work for now. For a minute, they were both quiet, only the smooth, efficient movement of Lisa's hips interrupting the calm. Danny was watching her face, and finally, he spoke. "That's so beautiful to watch. Now, I want to keep going, but I want you to touch yourself... I want you to come for me." Lisa nodded, and half-swept the hair out her eyes with her right hand before it reached down to start rubbing her pussy. Her left arm rested gently against Danny's sternum for balance as she began masturbating. The up-and-down motion remained steady, seemed to be on automatic as her breathing slowly sped up. Danny remained still, enjoying the visual stimulation as well as the physical, but did nothing but watch. Lisa's fingers were digging deeper into her pussy, her thumb grinding her clit as she moaned. For the first time, she lost the steady pace of her hips riding Danny's cock. With another moan, she lowered herself fully onto the impaling cock as her orgasm swept over her, this time with just a small spray of fluid from her pussy. Her fingers were a blur, frigging herself as her thighs twitched. And then slowly she eased back to just rubbing herself before withdrawing her hand. Leaning forward, she extended it to Danny's mouth, and with a smile, he licked her juices, slurping her fingers up and down before releasing her hand. "You worked for that," he said. "And I think you can work a little more, but let's switch it up here." He motioned for her to rise, and Lisa awkwardly pulled herself to her feet, dislodging Danny's cock from inside her. Danny also pulled himself up. He grabbed one of the Diet Cokes from the ice bucket and took a quick gulp. Then, he looked over at the padded armchair for a moment before sliding it across the floor. He settled into it as he motioned to Lisa. "Why don't you sit on it again?" Lisa stepped in between his thighs and turned around, once again carefully lowering her ass to meet his cock. She felt his cock sliding back into her, and she paused for a moment once as her ass rested lightly against her chest. Danny hands reached around her, stroking her belly before settling on her hips. "Look up," he said. Lisa did, seeing why Danny had pulled the chair over in this manner. They were now in front of the long mirror and the full length of her reflection was in front of them both. "I like the sight of that," he said. "I like it too... and I like having your cock in my ass." "Really? Well show me how you like it, then." With that, Lisa once again set to riding him. Her hands gripped the wide, padded arms of the chair for leverage as she worked her ass up and down on his shaft. Danny was a little less passive now, his hands moving constantly and exploring her body, rubbing her belly, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples and then occasionally moving down to her thighs. He obviously was enjoying the view, his eyes moving up and down the length of Lisa's body as she rode his cock. Lisa was soon closing her eyes and focusing on maintaining her steady rhythm. Danny let her continue for several minutes, his fingers never always touching her body, but never quite touching her pussy. Finally, she began to slow down a little. "Are you getting tired?" Danny asked. Lisa nodded. "Okay, let's stand up together." At the bottom of a stroke, they both lifted themselves out of the chair, joined together all the while. Lisa could feel Danny's hips half-turning them to the right. "Grab the top of the dresser, and lean over." Lisa followed the instruction, and now, for the first time, Danny was in control of the motions of his cock penetrating her. Standing in the doggie position, he grabbed her hips and started thrusting into her with slow, long strokes. "It feels different this way," he commented. "Now, it really feels like I'm fucking you." "Please... fuck me," Lisa responded. Danny grinned and did just that, maintaining his constant pace. He could tell this was stimulating for Lisa, and her breathing was once again speeding up to ragged bursts. Instead of fucking her harder or faster, however, he leaned forward over her, one hand now clinging to her shoulder as the other reached under to start playing with her pussy. He could tell from her twitches that she enjoying this. But instead of pressing on, his hand pulled out from her pussy and was quickly smacking the outside of her buttocks with hard, loud slaps. Lisa responded immediately, her hips bucking back to meet him as she moaned, and began to nearly shout at him. "Yes! Fucking spank me! Give it... to my ass! Fuck!" Her stream of filthy invective continued for as long as he kept spanking her, pausing only to switch sides, which was accompanied by a weak squirt of liquid from her pussy, her juices running down her leg. When he finally stopped smacking her, out of fear that he was going to start hurting her, Lisa actually moaned in frustration. And then, when he stepped back, withdrawing from her, she half-turned and glared at him over her shoulder. "I think you're ready now," he said, as he turned to the bed and grabbed a pillow. "Ready to get fucked really hard." Lisa moved over beside him. "Fuck, yes. I want you to pound my ass." She laughed as she climbed up on the bed. "That sounds like something out a b-grade porn movie, doesn't it? But I don't have any nicer way to put it." "Remember that bondage story you wrote? Where the woman was kidnapped and made to yield to a mysterious stranger? There was the big finish, where she was handcuffed and bent over a box, fucked up the ass -- pounded up the ass -- from behind. I could tell from the way you wrote that how much it turned you on. So now... assume the position." Lisa got on her knees on the bed, and Danny tucked a couple pillows under her stomach before he pushed her to lean over, so that her shoulders and face were flat on the bed, he ass elevated above. "You look fucking gorgeous like that," Danny muttered as he positioned himself behind her, on his knees between her spread legs. He guided his cock into her and pushed all the way in. Now he began fucking her -- buggering her. There were no more gentle strokes as he began pounding her. Lisa closed her eyes, and now she was the passive one, accepting the rough pleasure he was administering to her. After his earlier monumental orgasm, Danny felt like he could stay hard forever -- and this was no second-round semi-hardon. His cock felt swollen like a war club that he could wield indefinitely. And so he kept at it, rutting into the prostrate woman below him, losing himself in the pleasure of it. After several minutes of persistent fucking, Lisa came, her orgasm hitting her with such force that she basically collapsed onto the pillows below her. Instead of pulling her back up, Danny pulled her legs together and straddled her, his knees now outside hers, as he basically laid over top of her and settled back into penetrating her. He was even deeper in her now -- as deep as he could get. Reaching up, he stretched out her arms, his palms now holding down her hands. Their sweat-slicked bodies were in contact for their full length, and Danny knew that Lisa was pinned below him, trapped. Surrendered to him. His to possess. And he took her, fully and with no trace of gentleness -- lying on top of her and thrusting into her with steady forceful hunches. It almost felt as if he was doing violence to her, but Danny could tell that Lisa was not objecting to this treatment at all -- in fact, she seemed to be on the verge of coming again. "I'm sodomizing you," Danny said in a low voice that was almost a growl. Lisa moaned, lost in her own pleasure, giving herself up to him. Danny wanted her attention, or at least some of it. He bucked into her with a violent thrust that jogged her head, and she managed to half-turn to look back at him. Now he started talking to her, though he never let up from his steady hard thrusts. "What am I doing?" he barked. "You're... fucking... my... ass!" Lisa managed to get out, each word in a separate burst. "I own your ass!" She moaned to this, trying to nod in agreement, but not quite making it. "When you get back to Wisconsin, are you going to tell them that you gave your ass to me?" "Whuhhhh," Lisa moaned. It sounded like she was trying to say 'Whatever'. Whatever you want me to say. "And you'll tell Shirley that she should have stuck around the hotel so she could have watched you walking around naked?" Lisa moaned again. "I made you do that! You submitted to me, Lisa. All the way. Do you like it?" "Jesus, Danny, fuck me!" "Are you my whore? Tell, me -- I want to hear you say it." "I AM YOUR FUCKING WHORE!" She shouted that, almost at the top of her lungs, and it echoed through the hotel room. Danny laughed, and almost coughed. "I guess it doesn't matter now that your co-workers are right next to you, huh? Well, it's okay. I own your ass, and I say it's okay. And now I'm going to finish you off, Lisa. I'm going to fucking destroy you." He stopped talking, and though it didn't seem possible, he started fucking her with even greater ferocity. Pulling back and slamming the length of his cock into her guts, over and over. She moaned, and Danny thought she might have came again, but by now he hardly noticed. Finally, after more than twenty minutes of steady pounding into her ass, he could feel a glow inside him. A wave building up -- no: a tsunami. A wall of destruction. A glorious humming emanating from his balls that seemed to ripple out through his whole body. But the sensation rose within him with delicious slowness, and Danny was lost in ecstasy. It was as if the peak of pleasure that came right before ejaculation had spread over him, but in a long, slow surge instead of a single burst. As he plowed into her, again and again, he didn't hear his own moaning now, rising up into a roar. It was as if lights were flashing behind his eyes. He was fully out of himself now, gone somewhere else as his body continued on autopilot, making those last... few... thrusts. And Danny came. Now he shouted, and Lisa could feel his cock, deep inside her, surging in a different way. Exploding. That was enough to send her on one last peak and she was nearly howling, too as their bodies locked together in a cataclysmic spasm of pleasure. And then at once, like a rubber band band pulled taut and then snapping, their bodies both seemed to crumple. Danny had just enough presence of mind to not collapse right on top of her and managed to twist himself, resting on his flank. His cock was so thoroughly impaling Lisa that she had to turn onto her side to follow him, and as they caught their breath they were nestled together in a spooning position. Danny was panting as he leaned forward to kiss Lisa's shoulder, gently now. They lay against each other for a couple minutes, saying nothing. Feeling his massive erection wilting away, Danny gripped the base of his cock, and pulled himself out of Lisa's asshole. As he looked across Lisa's hips, he saw an enormous wet spot on the pillows that had been below her, and for a moment he was concerned that his condom had broke, until he realized this was the aftermath of Lisa's own secretions. Free of her, he let his cock flop down, brushing against Lisa's asscheeks. She took a deep breath. "Well, thank you," she said. "That was what I came here to get from you." "You don't have to thank me," he said. "That was the most incredible orgasm I ever had." Rolling over, he swung his legs out and got off the bed. "And anyway, we're not quite done yet Follow me." Danny headed for the bathroom, pulling the drooping condom off his cock as he walked. He dropped it into the garbage can. "Come here and sit down," he instructed, gesturing to the toilet Lisa complied, looking unsure as to what was going to happen next. "This might be a little easier on your bottom, he said, indicating the toilet seat. Do you feel sore?" "Sore... like I just finished a workout. Not bad sore." Lisa's Submission Ch. 03 Standing beside her, his was cock nearly at the level of her face. It was still slick from being in the condom. He pointed at it. "Do you want to lick this clean?" Lisa nodded, but before she could lean forward to provide him the service, Danny took a step away. He reached over and grabbed two of the glasses on the countertop, pulling off the paper wrappers. He ran cold water from the sink for a moment and filled one up, sliding it down to the end of the counter, and holding on to the other. "After all that, I have to piss again. I want you to watch me." He stepped back so he was right beside her, and lowered the glass so it was just underneath his cock. As Lisa looked on impassively, he began pissing in the glass. He filled it about halfway, and then squeezed off his flow. In the bright light of the bathroom it was slightly yellowish, but not too dark. "Diet Coke," he said absently. "Lots of aspartame. The body doesn't absorb it in the way it absorbs sugar, so it passes through." He dipped the tip of his cock into his piss and stirred it around a couple times. "It should make this taste a little sweeter than it would otherwise." He pulled his cock out from the glass and moved it beside Lisa's mouth. "You can lick it clean now." Lisa looked up at him, and then looked back down at his cock as a drop ran off the end. Then she tilted her head forward and started to lick. Within moments, it was clean of the residue of his own spunk as well as the coating of piss. "Good girl, Lisa." He picked up the glass of water and handed lowered it to her mouth so she could take a sip from it. He set it back down and stroked the crown of her head before he dipped his cock back into the piss-filled glass -- further this time -- and again offered it to her mouth. And again, she slowly and carefully licked it clean. "That's so beautiful, so fucking sexy. Let's try that one more time." So again, he dipped his cock into the glass, and again she licked the piss off it. He gave her another sip of water. "I think you're getting used to it. Okay. Why don't you tilt your head back and stick your tongue out." Without saying anything, Lisa complied, though she surely suspected what was going to happen. And indeed, Danny raised the glass to her lips and slowly tilted it back into her mouth. In a couple swallows, she had drank all the piss in the glass. "Sweet, sweet Lisa! I'm so glad you let me give that to you. But now I want to do it a different way." He pissed into the glass some more, so that it was half full again. Following the previous pattern, Lisa tilted her head back and stuck her tongue out. "Ah, ah," Danny said, setting the glass down on the edge of the countertop. "This time you can drink it yourself." Lisa looked up at him, squinting in a particular way. Danny knew what was going through her head. It's one thing to be given it, to be made to drink it, he thought to himself. But it's something else to pick up that glass and drink it voluntarily. He smiled as he looked down at Lisa. There was a flash of displeasure in her eyes, but regardless, she reached up and grabbed the glass. Without hesitating any further, she moved it to her lips and quickly gulped down the salty cocktail, and set the glass back on the countertop with a loud clink. "What a champion!" Danny said, delight in his voice. "I have more for you." He took the glass and pissed once more into it, now filling it up nearly to the brim. he set it back down. "And this time, Lisa, don't just chug the whole thing. I want you to sip it -- to savor it." That same expression crossed her face again for a second, but she reached out and took the glass. And she slowly drank the whole thing. If she didn't exactly let it linger like a fine wine, it was a far cry from the way she had gulped it before. Her eyes were lowered as she set the glass back on the counter. "That was beautiful," Danny said. He leaned in and put his limp cock in her mouth, letting her lick it and suck on it one last time while he stroked her hair for a couple minutes. "You can finish off the water now." She grabbed the other glass and emptied it in a couple chugs. Then he moved back, and lowered his hand to help her rise from the toilet seat. They walked back to the main room. "Do you have any piss for me?" Danny asked. Lisa nodded and Danny saw her eyeing the glasses on top of the dresser. "That's okay," he said. "I think I'd prefer mine straight from the source." He hunched down and got himself into the same position he had laid in when Lisa had been riding his cock not too long ago. Once he was flat on his back, she didn't wait to be asked to move over and squat above his face. "Okay, just a sec," she heard his voice, slightly muffled from between her thighs. "Lisa, I want to hear you tell me what you're going to do." "I'm going to piss in your mouth," she said, and she thought she felt him shiver in anticipation as she said it. His hands were on her hips, guiding her over an inch, and then a little lower -- and she could sense her mouth just below her pussy. "Okay!" he called out. Lisa relaxed, and waited a moment for her flow to begin. There was a trickle, which she could see running onto his chin, but soon she was pissing full force, and his mouth was positioned just right to catch it all. With as much curiosity as anything, she tried to look down between her legs to see if he was swallowing it all, seeing his adam's apple bobbing as he repeatedly swallowed. After all the female ejaculate she had passed, Lisa was a little surprised at how much she had to go, but she knew that Danny wouldn't mind. And as it eased off to the closing trickle, she felt his mouth move up, already licking her clean one more time. And then he continued licking her pussy, trying to make her come yet again. Though she knew she was probably unable to have another orgasm, Lisa relaxed and enjoyed the sensations, and as a finger found its way into her now-slightly-sore asshole and started calmly prying, she enjoyed that even more -- and soon, though she didn't come again, she filled his waiting mouth with her fluids. Once she was licked clean, she stood up. Danny pulled himself up, but instead of standing, he rolled over onto the bed, and gestured for Lisa to join him. They were lying side by side, and quickly they were kissing, again making out like teenagers, despite Lisa's thoughts of what all the piss that had just been in his mouth. They kissed for several minutes, touching tongues together, hands moving up and down each other's bodies. When Danny pulled off, Lisa looked up with him with a warm smile, fully relaxed in post-coital languor. "Thank you," she said. Simply, quietly. "Oh, thank you, Lisa. It was wonderful. All of it. I know you're not into that last part, but I think that was pretty much the hottest thing in the world." Danny propped himself up on an elbow and looked into Lisa's eyes while the back of his other hand lazily trailed over her nipples, down to her belly, and back up again. "A question: you got what you wanted when I fucked your ass. So when I offered you my piss, why didn't you stop it? You could have said the safe word." Lisa looked up at him thoughtfully. "I could have, but I guess I didn't really consider it. I didn't like it, but I did want to thank you for fucking me like that. And anyways, I always say I'll try anything once... but some things I would never volunteer to do." "Your commitment impresses me. So tell me... you did everything I asked. You submitted to me -- even though there were times where I could feel you suppressing your will to do it. And the question is: did you like it?" Lisa was quiet for several seconds. "I think the short answer is no. I like -- loved -- some of the particular things you did to me, and it was a little exciting to know that you were getting off so much on everything." She paused, mulling over how to express her feelings. "I think it's like in the stories I've written. It's weird, but sometimes I don't want to be the female in my scene... what eventually gets me off is my mental image of her taking it. I identify with the man, and I get off on the control he has over her. I get off on her taking it, willingly or even... unwillingly." She reached down and squeezed his cock. "But don't think I have penis envy or something like that." "No, I don't believe that women who want to be dominant want to be men. But ask yourself, do you really crave submission... or do you want the opposite?" "But that's just the thing! If I'm craving dominance and control then why doesn't it turn me on to actually be the dominant one?" "You've tried?" "Yes, some, when I was married." "And was your husband into it?" "Not really. he played along, but he was mostly just humoring me." Danny stood up, looking around the floor until he saw where he had set his clothes. He began getting dressed. "That probably makes a difference. And I wonder... you seem secure and mature and someone who knows what they want and is willing to say it straight out. But maybe you weren't always that way?" She laughed. "You got that right. It's funny how you can be married to someone for so long, but you still have to talk around stuff so much. Although maybe... maybe that's why it didn't last." She paused for a moment, thinking. "And you know, I was more turned on than I thought I'd be when I was fucking you up the ass. So maybe I am getting to like being the 'top'. Come to think of it, now I wish I had a bigger cock to ram you with, and that I fucked you as hard as you fucked me. That would be hot." Danny laughed. "That's funny, because until I really got lost in it, I was really wishing I was fucking you less hard. I was worried about hurting you. Just like when I was spanking you -- I don't particularly go for that..." "But you knew I'd like it! I could have taken more!" Danny straightened from putting on his shoes. he was standing beside Lisa's open suitcase and poked his finger into it. "Where's your dirty laundry?" "In the top compartment," Lisa replied. She seemed nonplussed when Danny undid the snap and pulled out the fabric bag. "You've been here three days," Danny muttered to himself as he fished around in the bag. "And here's... two... three pairs of panties." He went over and stuffed them into his gym bag, as he began to gather up the toys and supplies that had gotten scattered around the room. "I'm going to jerk off with those later. And remember your smell." He ducked into the bathroom for a second to grab the vibrator that was still there. Then he looked over at Lisa, who was still on the bed. "So here's what I think. You sure do like getting fucked... and getting spanked, but I think you really are more of a dom than a sub. You just have to accept that part of yourself, and become as comfortable with that as you are with the rest of your sexuality." He walked over toward the door. "Maybe what I'm saying is, perhaps we were both playing at a role that goes against our main drives today. Maybe we should have done it with the roles reversed." He pulled the door open, and turned to look at Lisa. "But you know... sometimes I have to travel on business too, so maybe if I'm ever on your turf you could put the leash on me. Think about it Lisa. Anyways.... well, talk to you online." He went through the door and it closed behind him with a click. Lisa lay on the bed for a few more minutes, smiling to herself and looking through the window to the darkness outside before she got up again.