I let her sleep until she awoke on her own. That was my reward to her – and to me as well. Naturally, I had gotten very little sustained sleep throughout this retraining process. I had placed a cot beside her bed, trusting that any noises she made would wake me up as well. Because she had been so physically and emotionally exhausted, she wound up sleeping for nearly nine hours. I therefore had a bit of time to go and shower and shave, eat a microwaved meal and drink some coffee, and still have thirty minutes to just sit there and enjoy looking at her before she woke up.
In spite of her advancing years, in spite of the familiarity with her helplessly naked body, Cassandra’s beauty still amazed me. It was more than just the sculptured face, the large, perfect breasts, the long, lean body, the exquisitely toned, tapering legs. It was the incredible strength of mind and soul that I had desired – no, needed – to have her agree to bend to my will. It was the completely womanly quality she emanated, like a queen exuding royalty, that I wanted her to submit to my maleness. It was the pride, the indomitable spirit that shone from her like light from the full moon, that I wanted her to offer, on bended knee, to my loving domination.
After she awoke, I kept totally still as she quested about for me with her senses of sound, smell, and womanly intuition. Finally she said: “Are you there?”
For another ten minutes, she kept trying to sense me, as well as asking if I were there. She was not in the least demanding, just wondering. I waited a full fifteen minutes until she gave it up. I finally rose and went to the left side of her bed to sit down beside her. Only then did she actually relax back into the bed, without saying another word.
I reached over to her right breast and took the nipple firmly between my forefinger and thumb. I started squeezing, not gently. She did not try to pull away. I squeezed harder.
“Ow! Ow!” she breathed, little mewling sounds of pain that were certainly not happy, but also not exactly a protest. I leaned over and started playing with her left ear with my mouth, tiny bites, soft kisses, licks in and around with my tongue. All the while I continued to squeeze her nipple, increasing the pressure very gradually until I knew she must be in quite a bit of pain. Her sounds of distress increased somewhat, but she did not try to avoid either my pinching or my playing with her ear.
I sat up, ceasing both activities. After several minutes, when she seemed calm again, I leaned over so that my left armpit was above her head, which allowed me to reach around to her left nipple with my hand. Again I started with a firm but not intense squeeze. This time I brought my mouth down upon her throat, which I licked, bit and kissed all around as I gradually increased the pressure on her nipple. I was squeezing harder than I had her right nipple, but was lavishing much more attention on her entire throat area, as well as back up to her ear, and she seemed to be responding as I wished. Although she made sounds of pain and discomfort because of my torture of her breast, she was obviously also enjoying my attentions to her neck and ear.
At last I had increased the pressure on her nipple to the point where she said something. “Oh, please! Oh, God! Oh, please!” I could not tell if she wanted me to increase the pain or stop entirely.
Needless to say, I had no intention of stopping. As she had finally reacted, I simply reached down with my right hand to her naked pussy, placing my top two fingers firmly above her mound. Perhaps involuntarily, she jerked herself up to meet those invading fingers. I bent the fingers squeezing her nipple so that the fingernails bit into her tender flesh, and squeezed even harder. Simultaneously, I started rubbing the top of her mound with my right hand.
“OH! OH!” she gasped, and I redoubled my assault upon her throat and ear with my mouth. Her head was now arching back, rocking from side to side, and her hips started gently bucking upwards to meet the hand that was rubbing her pussy quite vigorously now.
