"So... you wanted to talk?" James said as he sat down at Andrea's kitchen-table. It was Wednesday evening and the first time the two of them actually saw each other since their date Sunday night -- much to Andrea's frustration. While James seemed to gain more and more control, both in their relationship and over himself, she seemed to lose it.
"Yes, I did," she said nervously. She stood next to him and tried to gather her words -- she couldn't remember ever having so hard with getting her words out as she did now. All their previous communications had been a lot easier: usually she just dressed in something racy, and he took it from there. This time was different.
"Yes, I did," she repeated uncertain. Then her face lit up in a suggestive smile, "but first there seems to be something we need to take care of..." she murmured while she let her hands glide down his chest to his pants. She knelt down next to his chair and opened his pants, freeing his semi-hard cock. As she once again saw his wonderful pleasure-took, she briefly wondered if she was avoiding her nervousness by burying it in a more... pleasant task.
"Oooh," she cooed in delight and took the hardening cock in her hand, looking adoringly up at James. She started to stroke it, eager for it to get all-erect. She didn't really have a plan, except for getting him off -- she'd let him decide if he want a blowjob or something more. Deep down she hoped for something more... she always did, but she'd leave it entirely up to James.
She took his growing cock in her mouth, savouring the taste of her lover. Her tongue playfully licked the head, teasing him, before she took the entire length of him into her mouth and down her throat. She held it there for a short while, trying to breathe through her nose. She couldn't, not really, so she had to pull off him again. She got a mouthful of air, and forced her mouth down around it again.
"Mhm..." he groaned every time she slid the entire length down her throat.
She knew how James liked blowjobs -- hard and fast. He usually grabbed her head and fucked it, so she tried to create that feeling for him. Again and again she forced his cock into her mouth, ignoring the burning sensation that started at the top of her throat.
Without warning he grabbed her hair and pulled her off. He stepped around her and knelt behind her. She immediately caught his drift -- he
did
want something more -- and positioned her upper-body across the chair he'd just left, eagerly giving him complete access to her ass. She'd just gotten off work, so her skirt was of a 'decent' length, all the way down to her knees. It was still a skirt though, so easy to get out of the way and the tiny panties, she wore under, were anything but decent. He quickly got them out of the way too and explored her uncovered pussy.
"Wet," he murmured almost triumphantly, as one of his fingers disappeared into her, quickly followed by one more.
"Yeees...!" she moaned as he began fingerfucking her, "always wet for you!" She felt exposed as she was positioned there on her own kitchen-chair, exposed and humiliated -- and she loved that! It made her feel so terrible wanton, like a whore on display. The detached way in which James used her only heightened that feeling, and she couldn't stop herself from moaning in despair when he suddenly pulled his fingers out. They were quickly replaced by his fat cock though, so her misery was short-lived. James was not known for his patience, with little concern for anything but his own desire, he hammered his hard dick into her open, eager pussy as hard as he could. He grabbed hold of her hips; using them to for balance... and the feeling of power it gave him to control the sex so thoroughly.
"Oh God, yes!" she cried hoarsely, "I missed you sooo much, it's been so long! Oh, you're so BIG! Moooore!" Andrea quickly lost control; James fucked her like no one else ever had. Her sexual excitement went hand in hand with her complete and total sexual submission.
Unlike James, she had spent most of the last couple of days getting off on her own, but her own orgasms seemed so pale in comparison and only left her craving more. Her needs were always just under the surface, and as he fucked her she felt the familiar feeling of an explosive James-orgasm rising.
James had become completely the opposite. He hadn't masturbated since he had sex for the first time -- the time he had phonesex with Andrea didn't really count, at least not to him -- which was quite the turnabout; before then, he had wacked off at least once a day. His newfound abstinence had the downside of course that it was
very
hard for him to hold for long, especially considering that he was fucking his beautiful, submissive lover. Though he was building up an impressive control and force of will -- greatly helped by Andrea's unwavering faith in him and willingness to submit to nearly his every desire -- his body was still very much that of a teenager.
"Nghyeeess!" he groaned loudly, as he came and thrust his cock into her as hard as he could, while pulled her back against him. When she felt and heard him cum, she reached down between her legs and found her clit. He was still hard and inside her and she was sooo close! If she could just...
"Mhmmmm! Yes, yes!" she whimpered, as she rubbed her clit. It didn't take a lot of rubbing before she too came, although not in the explosive orgasm she was used to enjoy with James. It wasn't a small weak one as her own private ones were though.
It was, however, the first time he came before she did. A fact neither of them dwelled on for too long.
---
"So you wanted to talk to me?" James asked again. She had cleaned up (licked him clean) and brought him something to drink, and they were sitting at the kitchen-table again.
"Yes," she began, thinking about where to start, "well, I had a lot of time for myself since Sunday..." when she saw he was about to interrupt, she quickly continued, "and I understand why! That's not what I wanted to talk about," she smiled relieved when she saw him relax again.
"But with you occupied, I spent a lot of time thinking about... well, us. And I spent a lot of time watching the film, we bought," she blushed as she said that, "and on the Internet..." She took a deep breath as she gathered her courage:
"I want to be your slave."
"You what?" James said with surprised painted on his face.
"I was reading a lot of stories and on forums on the net, and I realised that's what I want! I want you to own me, to control me, tell me how to dress and how to behave!" she said in a rush, afraid that his surprise was a rejection," I want you to have power over me whenever, wherever you want, no matter what I'm doing or who I'm with!"
Wow! James looked into her eyes and saw that she was serious, saw that she had thought this through and that she had made her decision. He shielded his face with his hands, trying to think. Was this what
he
wanted? He had just cum, so his brain was doing the thinking, and it thought about the enormous responsibility her idea gave him. Was that her plan all along? To get him off, so he wouldn't just accept because the offer turned him on? She wanted to be owned. No, she wanted to be owned by
him.
"You want to be my slave?" he asked, needing to hear it again.
"Yes," she nodded.
"My sexslave?"
"Yes," he said again.
"I... I need to think about this," he said and got up.
"Yes, yes of course," she exclaimed, "please let me show you some of the stories and forums I've read."
He had actually meant to go home and think, but he followed her to her computer. She started with a story about three women who enjoy a sort of vanilla-BDSM-sub relationship with two men, but decide they will give the men their ultimate, willing cooperation as a gift of love. The men torture the women in the most gruesome ways, partly for their own enjoyment but also because the women want to, so they can prove their love.
"
This
is what you want?" he asked, shocked, "pain and mutilation?"
"Of course not," she smiled, "that's not the point of the story! The point is that they loved their... owners... so much that they allowed them to do whatever they wanted. And that's what I want!" She leaned into him as he sat in front of the computer and whispered in his ear: "I want you to know that you can do whatever you want with me. Whatever you want..."
Next came a forum post where a submissive woman told everyone how much closer she and her husband had become after they divorced and she became his sexslave. After that, another story about a woman who submitted to her lover, how they both enjoyed showing her off in revealing outfits in public and how much better the sex got.
She has really planned this out,
he thought in awe, as she next took him to another forum where a man wrote how much sexier his wife had become after he made her his slave, and how much they both had enjoyed one night where he had tied her to her bed and fucked one of her friends next to her. Suddenly James looked down on his lap. Without him knowing, Andrea was feeling him up through his pants, slowly stroking his cock that had become erect while he was reading that last story. He had been so focused on the sexy story line she had introduced him to that he hadn't even noticed.
"I think you want this," she smiled at him, "and I really, really want it..."
---
"Oh yes, oh James!" Andrea moaned in pure ecstasy five minutes later, "so goooood!" She was on her back atop of her desk, with James standing between her wide-spread legs, pounding his hard cock into her.
"And what if I want to fuck you in the school's parking-lot?" he asked, a little out of breath and tweaked her right nipple roughly.
"God, yes! Anything you want, whenever, wherever!" she eagerly replied.
He's really gonna do it, h's really gonna make me his slave!
she thought excitedly as the combined pain and pleasure from her nipple mixed with the bliss from her pussy and the sexy image James gave her.
"And when I tie you to the bed and fuck
your
friend right next to you, what are you gonna do?" he asked her without slowing down. His verbal teasing turned the both of them on to no end.
