This is a relatively mild story about my first steps on the path to submission; no whips and chains, no beatings and suspensions, no welts and wheals, just a gradual progression toward total subservience.
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George changed everything. He was an entertaining speaker, a good listener, so kind, so very polite and considerate. It was me who dragged him into bed after we had been out for our fourth evening together. Once snug under the duvet his gentlemanly conduct continued, first he enquired if he needed to take precautions, not the best foreplay but a good idea all the same. Still he soon made up for his matter of fact diversion, he sucked, nibbled and nipped my nipples until they had been transformed into small pebbles. Once he was satisfied with their state his mouth moved onto my pussy whilst he now utilised his manipulative fingers to continue to maintain my taunt nipples in their state of excitement. He broke off to tell me how much he enjoyed sucking the sweet lips of my pussy and licking the hot, musky and rapidly distending little nub that was my clitoris, and then carried right on sucking and licking until he had me in a state of frenzy. Finally, I could take it no more, I grabbed his hair and hauled him on top of me, I slapped his rump hard, yelled "giddy-up horsee" and away he bucked.
He didn't make love quickly, nor slowly. He did slide right out of me at the end of every upstroke and then, for his down stroke, he slipped back in penetrating me repeatedly. Once inside, he guided his stiff shaft downwards purposefully yet gently completing each stroke with a hard grind of his pelvis against my hot, horny little clit, which must, by then, have been totally red and swollen. And each time he did this I climbed a little higher toward coming until I felt as if I were suspended high above my orgasm ready to be dropped down hard upon it. He just built and built my state of tension and anticipation until I dug my nails into his back convulsively. In response he arched his back, withdrew his swollen pole from my sodden tunnel and began to rub the head of his fearsomely stiff weapon up and down my delicate clitty. I squealed with rage and frustration, he was making me so wet, yet not allowing me to come. I wrapped my legs around his hips and attempted to drag him inside of me again but he was not having it.
At last, thank God, he started to shaft me once more. The tempo of his rhythm was now increased, gently urgent. As part of every thrust he rubbed the roof of my love gully hard with the head of his cock. In no time at all I fell from that dizzying height of tension, which he had raised me to and crashed into a shattering orgasm. In one monumental burst all my pent-up frustration was released causing my whole being to explode violently with pleasure; it had been a long time since I had come that hard, if ever. I had no time to think though, as I shrieked out my joy he speeded up a still more and with a grunt and a long growling groan he pumped jet after jet of his hot sticky seed inside of me.
I know I should have told him to use a condom but somehow with gentleman George you just did not think. George with an STD, the possibility would never enter your head and he had trusted me too. I woke him at one a.m. for seconds, I was on fire with lust. He clambered aboard good naturedly and humped away until I was replete once more, it took me four orgasms but eventually I was quiescent. In the morning it was George who wanted to make love and who was I to object, complain or even protest. He rolled me on to my back but I rolled back onto my side and had him take me from behind like a pair of spoons. As he bucked his hips giving me a wonderfully satisfying pounding, he teased my breasts and my clitty with his soft yet powerful hands; sadly I was too satisfied from the activities of the previous night to come but he did set me up ready for the evening ahead. Of course I wanted to see him again later and he allowed himself to be persuaded to join me for dinner.
When he walked through the door I was ready for him. I was wearing my cook's apron, nothing else just the apron. He gathered me in his arms and kissed me hard, his tongue probing the most intimate corners of my mouth. At the same time his hands explored my body. He took full advantage of my easy accessibility, pinching my already hard little nipples and fondling my saturated pussy, even slipping a couple of fingers deep inside of me. He is a clown sometimes. As we separated he stuck the fingers he had just withdrawn from my pussy into his mouth and sucked upon them. "Thank you miss. Dinner was delicious, flavoured most alluringly with neither herb nor spice. For afters I want you to try my hot salty semen, I expect you'll find it a most satisfying accompaniment.
I giggled. He can be so silly. Still I too had planned upon bed followed by dinner. Then, I hoped, bed again. I turned and heard George gasp with surprise. Well, using thick lipstick, I had written 'FUCK' across the cheeks of my and 'ME' across the tops of my thighs. Instead of lying on the bed I bent over my bedding box displaying my message of encouragement to him. This forced George to take me doggy style and, with the bedding box positioned opposite to the huge mirrored built into my wardrobe, we could both watch him hammering away at me. Well we could until he succumbed to his lust and deposited his thick smelly seed deep inside of me.
You might well ask what was in it for me, I rarely come when taken doggy style. Well for a start I was so hot and randy now that my sex was on fire and I was truly ready for action. As we stood up I deliberately shoved George hard so he stumbled backwards and fell upon the bed. Before he could recover I dived upon him, I jerked his foreskin back hard and began to suck and slurp upon the head of his gradually wilting member. As I worked upon his helmet with my tongue and lips I began to stroke the shaft using the loose skin I had previously forced back to the root. Just in case that were not enough I used my free hand to tickle his balls. Unsurprisingly his deflation was reversed and he re-stiffened rapidly. All too soon George found himself led on top of me with my legs wrapped around his hips, hammering me into one climax after another. I'm not a fan of swallowing come, let alone come mixed with my own sticky juices but I tell you, those orgasms made sucking his freshly emptied member so very worthwhile.
George himself did manage to come for a second time, eventually. Afterwards, following much cuddling and kissing and whispering sweet nothings, we did eat dinner; I had cooked lasagne and you can keep it in the oven safely for ages. We did not make gentle love after our feast though, nor even couple desperately once more. The satisfaction we derived from our earlier efforts, and full stomachs, totally overwhelmed our desire for activity of any form. George had brought a good calvados along with him so we indulged in a couple of glasses of that instead.
The morning, well it was a new day and everything had changed again. Within seconds of waking we were at it like bunnies. Gentleman George abandoned all pretence of foreplay for once, that morning I had no need of it anyway, and he was my stallion and I has heated mare. We were in lust with one another, infucktuated.
George was the perfect companion, we talked, we went for walks, we saw bands, we enjoyed plays, we attended concerts and we made love. His flat, my flat, his car, in the park, on the moors anywhere we could really. He was so good in bed. He was discovering all my secret little places. He quickly discovered that if he lay between my legs to stop me from squeezing my thighs together and then nibbled my ears, especially the lobes, I became so juicy that I began to dribble. He found that if he squeezed my nipples really hard it soon stopped hurting and really turned me on. He noticed that if he licked the little isthmus of flesh between the entrance to my sexual sheath and my puckered anus it made me ever so randy but did not permit me to come, I found that to be close to torture when he kept it up for long. Whenever he made love to me he made me so randy that it was always multi-orgasmic, no more, 'will I come?' Now the question was, 'how often will he make me come?' I felt embarrassed because, try as I might, at best I could only make him come twice before he needed a good rest.
George changed everything. He changed the pattern of my lovemaking. First he would drive me insane with lust and passion until I dragged him on top of me and had him screw me silly. Obviously not every time, sometimes we'd do doggy, I could tell he really liked that especially if we did it in front of a mirror. Another thing he really enjoyed was me straddling his head and masturbating whilst he watched; he particularly relished being allowed to tell me when to speed up and when to slow down. I was less keen because he would tease me for hours if I were not careful.
One night, at his flat, when I went to grab his hair to drag him on top of me her grabbed my wrist instead. He whispered, "do you trust me?"
"Of course I do," I husked back and he pushed my wrist back over my head, caught it with something and the next I knew he had secured it to the head of the bed.
