It's easy to get Lost in Details; it is just as easy to miss an obstacle right before your eyes. Kendra missed it...
She always thought anal sex was deviant stuff... then she tried it... and the sensations were not quite as bad as she thought. Nice way of saying it turned her on... and things only got worse as her lovers chose to be rough when buggering; such treatment only heightened her Pleasure...
However... she hid this... as Normal Moral Standards dictates; now... at this point in her Tale... everything is utterly Normal.
She's here because she thinks she can withstand Training... even with heavily modified Rules...
Now? Now she's sobbing quietly, her arms crossed over her heaving breasts. I've slipped out of her rear entrance... and hold her until she stops trembling from another anal-induced orgasm. Now... she's fighting this Thought:
I'm a >B?FREAK!!!
Part of her screams to stop... but between Pride, her own Ego... and the very real Voice-which-
AIN'T
-a-Slut...
I caress her still-stiff clit gingerly... watching for her reaction. She whimpers, slowly looking back at me. I smile quietly; she is not the First to be Here/Now... wondering what the fuck she's gotten involved in... while trying like all get out to Deny herself the Pleasure tormenting her Senses.
This is when Kendra saw what she missed earlier: she likes how I'm treating her. She expected anything... and everything... else; she looked forward to Restraints killing her arousal... not adding hi-octane fuel to a smoldering flame she never knew Existed within her. So... when she tries to tell herself it's just a Kink... and something... perhaps that pre-orgasmic echo-Boom... or maybe the semi-silence before the Whip Speaks...
Or... those Moments when I hold her, assure her that someone is there; those are the times when her moans deepen... when the Pain evaporates into warm Pleasure, stroked and molded, guided carefully... by my Hands.
One leg cocked... the Bitch ready to piss... while steadily Serviced; Kendra tried to muster Sadness... Shame. Unfortunately... her own orgasmic Bliss overwhelmed her Expected Feelings; there she was, incapable of lowering her leg... pissing onto the bathroom floor... while being
FUCKED
... and Kendra could not deny... that she was far beyond enjoying herself.
More
...
And then... I would pull her close; it Reminded her of a Human Presence... but not this time. This time I was more than Human... I was that Thing that always looked at her... and smiled politely. Somewhere in her Head... the two Images... simply Existed.
I slapped her ass hard; she groans.
"If you pass out... I'll wake you... then punish you."
Personally... I enjoy the Moment... when she weighed her Choices... and Decided either was suitable.
* * * *
Now... before she passed out... she used her Key... a phrase that lets me know that she's got just enough Common Sense left to Press Pause if you will.
When she struggled from oblivion, I noticed how... mechanical... her actions were; each arm movement, trembling muscles and all, was checked and double-checked. Eventually she swung her gaze towards my own.
"You like this... watching me like this..."
Now... there was something of Properly-Indoctrinated-African-American-also-termed-Black-Bitch to her tone, but it did not linger longer than absolutely necessary; I smiled quietly... and shrugged.
"Wanna hit?"
"Gonna get me high before continuing?"
"Remember...
you
Pressed Pause; only
YOU
can Press Play."
She spends fifteen minutes
waiting
for me to try and seduce her; she tokes... but I already know she's a Pro at the Bake-'Em-Bed-'Em Routine. She does not quite know how to take me... since I use those fifteen minutes to work on another Tale... or at least make the attempt.
"Sometimes... I start with my Thoughts Flowing in one Direction, but the second I sit down to Craft them... a completely different Tale emerges."
"How long have you..."
"Writing? At least... two decades."
"And weed?"
"Started smoking big-time when I chose the Kitchen over college... and that didn't happen until twenty-four... maybe five?" I eyeballed the nearly cached bowl; I had more than enough to set two heads...
But it was the way she looked at the small stash already broken up; not Weed-Ho... just a Normal, slightly quizzical feather-faint touch to her narrowing eyes.
"I want to put on some panty hose..."
"And what's stopping you?"
"I'm too high; what's the word..." I chuckled softly, reminding her without reproach.
* * * *
Sex while high... putting on hose while baked; nothing new to Kendra...
at all
; doing them... getting turned on... and watching me bask in her Reactions... completely different. So... maybe that explains Why she is so excited... aroused... yet teases herself relentlessly; it doesn't explain her Stripper-Dance...
It does not explain why she nearly came when she asked me for permission to use the toilet... those Words. She burned her eyes into my Features; I smiled and escorted her to the bathroom. As I began positioning her over the toilet Kendra asked, "Where would You like me to Urinate?"
I slapped her ass... hard.
