Rhea looked up at her master as he held her. He had spent himself again, and she
was giving him time to catch his breath before really beginning her
demonstration. They were both flushed and sticky from the warmth of their
bodies, but he looked reasonably content.
She smiled up as she plotted her next move. He would not accept her in a
dominant role, but had agreed to let her lead. She was thinking desperately of
what she had and had not done with him, that was submissive enough for him to
accept. She came up with three suitable positions and several acts to try. Shak-
ing off the lassitude that had followed her satiation, she rolled out of his
arms and stood.
Posing seductively beside the bed, she bounced a large breast in the palm of her
hand and leered. "Come on, love, go another round with Topaz Tigress," she
wheedled, in the voice that had made her a favorite in the Scarlet Lily. The
Dark Lord looked at her, about half asleep. Seeing what she was up to, he smiled
slightly and reached for her.
"My turn, Master, if you wish," she whispered, easing into his arms. She kissed
him long and deep before she released him.
"Did they really call you Topaz Tigress?" he asked.
"Yes, Master. Look at my eyes in the torchlight."
He had looked at them often enough, but now, with the influence of strong
arousal, they looked different. The brown had lightened to a golden color, the
shade of the fawn topaz earrings she now wore which he had given her years ago.
"I see," he said, kissing her. "Close your eyes, Topaz Tigress. I have
something for you." Rhea closed her eyes, enjoying a rapport she had not
experienced for months.
The Dark Lord took her hand and guided it on a slow tour of first her body and
then his own. He ended and let her encir- cle his shaft with her fingers. He was
still flaccid and she opened her eyes.
"Close them. This is yours, to enjoy for as long as I see fit to permit it. If I
do not like anything, your privilege is revoked and we will finish this night in
the dungeon. Under- stood, slave girl?"
"Yes, Master," she responded, knowing now what she was risking.
"Then begin," he commanded, releasing her.
Rhea lay beside him for a moment, curled next to the lean, strong body she
adored. Then, opening her eyes, she stood and reached out to him. "If you would
stand, my master?" she asked, readying her plans.
The Dark Lord stood up next to her, and she reached for his lips. "I have many
secrets, Master," she whispered. "Per- haps I should show you some of them. This
is called," she said, standing on tiptoe to kiss his temples, "The Satin
Spiral." Her tongue moved across his forehead to the other temple. Nibbling on
his left earlobe, her hands began to caress his body in an ever-downward spiral.
They moved slowly, at the same rate as her mouth, stroking his shoulders as she
planted light kisses on his eyelids.
As her tongue grazed his lips, he reached out with his own, stopping her for a
moment. Her hands kneaded the flesh beneath them like a cat's paws. He took a
firm grip on her, fully intending to end her teasing, but she broke the kiss and
looked up at him, hurt. Reluctantly, he let go, determined to see what other
things she had in store for him.
She passed his chin and then moved over beside him. Running her tongue along the
line of nerves just beneath his ear, she felt him clench his fists and grit his
teeth. A faint groan escaped him. She knew he liked it and repeated the motion.
"Once more, slave girl, and you won't finish," he warned her. She moved on to
nibble delicately at the back of his neck.
Working her way down his spine, she came to the lowest left rib. Tracing along
that with her tongue, her hands now exploring the hard outline of his hips, she
began to lave her way up the left half of his rib cage. She paused for a moment
to suck at his nipple. As always, he clutched her hair.
"You, Alia, and Elna are the only ones who do that right," he said, enjoying the
sensations. She found her way up to the collar-bones. Going down the outside of
his left arm, she felt the many scars unfold under her lips. It was ironic that
such a strong man scarred so easily, she thought as she noticed one that she
herself had left accidentally. His hands, the strong broad hands with their long
bony fingers, also fell under her ministrations. She stroked all of the fingers,
taking them one by one into her mouth and swirling her tongue around them. She
kissed the hollow of his palm and began up the inside.
Coming up to his shoulder, she traced across to the other side and repeated her
actions with his sword hand. Then she began down the right side of his ribs.
Reaching the lowest, she again moved behind him. Pausing for an instant to wet
her lips and tongue, she started down his spine again.
Meeting Pam
"So waddya want?" I asked Pam, tapping my foot with impatience.
"I brought what you told me," she answered sheepishly, extending her tote bag.
Inside were a set of restraints, which I had ordered her to bring.
******
I met Pam through a BBS. At first we just chatted on line, shooting the
breeze, until one day I mentioned that she didn't seem to have too much of an
opinion about a certain subject. "Well, maybe I'm just too submissive," she
said quietly.
"Is that it?" I asked, "Are you sub, Pam?" I said kiddingly. "Yes," she said. "I
really get off on being dominated." I found it both surprising and a bit
uncomfortable to be chatting with her this way, but I was feeling lonely and
exceptionally horny that night so I decided to play out the string.
"Maybe you should just hop in your car and come see me," I said, my heart
slamming in my chest, wondering about her reply. The screen remained blank for
several seconds. Finally the words appeared: "Where do you live?"
I gave her the address.
"What should I wear?"
Hmmm. "You will wear a light summer dress, sleeveless, buttoning down the front.
Do you own such a dress?"
"Yes."
"Underneath the dress you will wear black bra and panties, the sexiest you own.
You DO have those, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Do you have any 'toys'?"
"I have some bondage things."
"Bring them. You aren't that far. It should only take you an hour to get here.
And, Pam?"
"Yes?"
"When you arrive at the door you will be barefoot. Otherwise I won't let you in.
Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"An hour, then. Goodbye." And I logged off the system.
******
It was the longest hour of my life. The anticipation was turning me into a
nervous wreck. What had I done? How could I invite this stranger to my house?
Was I crazy? What if she was an ax murderer? A crazed female who used this as a
method of finding her victims? What if she were 4'4" and 350 pounds? She said
she was 5'7", 120, with a 36-24-35 figure, long black hair and blue eyes. Was
she bullshitting me? How many people lie about their appearance, knowing they'll
never see, or be seen by, the person on the other end? I was honest: 5'10", 180,
a personal trainer in excellent shape and possessing a VIVID imagination which
made for some pleasant evenings with some like- minded ladies.
Precisely an hour had gone by when I heard a car pull into my driveway. My
throat was dry as I answered the knock at the door.
"Coming," I croaked. I opened the door and there stood Pam. She hadn't
been lying.
She was gorgeous! Exactly as she had described herself, and wearing exactly what
I had dictated.
And barefoot!
"Come in," I said non-commitally. "So waddya want?"
She didn't look at me, waiting for me to tell her what to do. When I saw that
she was truly serious I ambled over to the leather couch. She remained in the
doorway. "Come here," I said, trying my best Mickey Rourke impersonation. She
came to the sofa and sat down.
"DID I SAY YOU COULD SIT? I DIDN'T SAY YOU COULD SIT!" I barked. Pam immediately
rose, a bit cowed.
"That's better. Stand in front of me. That's a very pretty dress you have on.
Buttons and everything."
"Just like you told me to wear," she said shyly.
"That's right. Now unbutton it. Slowly."
Pam started at the top, and went down her dress. My dick throbbed with each new
expanse of exposed skin. Her tan was deep and her skin looked very soft and well
cared for.
Pam wore a black half-bra which opened in front, barely covering her erect
nipples. Her panties were cut high in the thigh and flattered her shapely hips
and ass. "Slide the dress off your shoulders." The material fell to the floor
with a soft rustle.
I was really getting into it telling her what to do and having her obey without
hesitation was a real power boost. "Take off your bra, Pam."
Her fingers shook as they undid the clasp and drop the garment after the dress.
"Now I want you to rub your fingers across the crotch of your panties." Pam ran
two manicured fingers across the silky material. After a couple of minutes, I
asked her if she was getting wet.
"Mmmmmm," she responded. "Faster," I commanded.
She increased her tempo. Her eyes half closed as her knees buckled a bit. "You
can cum this way, can you?" I asked her.
"Uhhh-huuuhhh," Pam gasped.
"NO YOU CAN'T!" I shouted and jumped off the couch to grab her hands away from
her sopping cunt. "Nooo," she cried, shaking.
I pushed her to her knees. "Unzip me," I ordered. "Take it out. Hold it in your
hands. Don't rub it, don't kiss it, don't suck it. Just hold it."
Her hands were soft and slightly damp from her pussy. "Now look me in the
eye and tell me how much you want to suck it, Pam. Convince me to let you
suck my cock."
She hesitated. "Come on tell me!"
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