Lisa Stories. Where Are We Going?

I came home from work coughing, which isn't unusual, because of allergies. Lisa looked at me. "Are you sick?"

"Of course not. Just the normal."

"I'm going to have to take your temperature. I was able to buy a thermometer today."

"Sure." It sounded good to me because I was worried I'd maybe been infected. Masks had only become available a few days earlier.

"Go ahead and shower." That was something I did every day before and after work. I didn't want to get Lisa sick.

After I showered I came out of the bathroom naked. She was sitting on the couch and patted her lap. "Lie down here."

I laughed and said, "Yeah, sure. Where'd you put my clothes?"

"You can dress later. First I'm going to take your temperature."

I laughed again. "What, you bought a rectal thermometer? Right ..."

"It's all they had. Lie over my lap."

I looked at her, trying to get the joke. Her face was absolutely serious. "What's going on here?"

"You're going to lie across my lap and have your temperature taken. Come on." She patted her lap again.

I don't know why I obeyed. Something about her demeanor and I think I wanted to be a good sport. I walked to the couch slowly and said, "You really want me to do this?"

"I told you what to do. Stop resisting."

I thought about that and then did what she ordered me to do. I started to lie down with my face toward her right side but she told me to face towards her left. So I did. After settling myself over her lap I felt different. I felt very submissive. It was confusing. It was such a strange feeling I rejected it.

"I can't do this. Let me up." I tried to stand up but she held me by the hips and said "Be still. I'm in charge now."

I was kind of in shock. I didn't really know what was going on but, my emotions were going crazy. "What are we doing here?" My voice wasn't completely under control.

"I love you but you don't take care of yourself. From now on I'm going to take care of you. You're important to me and it's something I have to be able to do if we're going to be together."

Bent over her lap, ass up and exposed, I wasn't thinking really straight, but I loved her and wanted her to be happy. And, to be honest, something about being taken care of by a strong woman made any resistance I might have felt go away.

"Ok baby. You can take care of me."

She laughed, maybe from relief that I was willing to play along? I heard something being opened. Maybe a jar of Vaseline or maybe Crisco. She dabbed a large amount of something cool between my cheeks, and then spread my cheeks and put a large glob on my asshole.

My writing skills aren't up to explaining how I felt. Humiliated, exposed, vulnerable ... loved and cared for. Unless you've felt this way you probably won't understand it.

She got the thermometer and started working it around my anus, spreading the grease around. She did that for a long time, and then she started poking it into my ass. Moving it in and out.

"Do you really need to fuck me with it?" I was still trying to act like everything was normal.

"Be quiet. I'm in charge."

Eventually she put the thermometer all the way into my ass. There was no pain, but I felt it as a greasy intrusion. I kind of moaned. She spanked me and said " be still."

This is hard to explain. I wanted to please her and make her happy, but I was mortified over my position. At the same time, I wanted her to own me. I'm still confused about this. While I lay there she kept twirling the thermometer, which I could feel because of the old fashioned irregular shape of it. I began to get an erection, which she noticed even before I did.

"You're not hating this. That's good for both of us." She did something with her legs and my erection slid between her thighs, which she then closed, trapping my penis. "Now I've got you." I heard her smile.

"I don't know what's happening here ..." My voice was shaky.

"I know. This is something new. You'll learn."

I relaxed and put my head down, all the while with her probing my bottom with the thermometer. It went on for some time. Eventually she pulled it out and I waited for the verdict. "You don't have a temperature," she finally said.

I started to get up but she grabbed me and held me down by the small of my back. "We're not done yet."

I groaned. "Jesus, what are you doing to me?"

"I want you to remember this. I'm going to make sure you don't ever forget."

She started spanking me. My face was already burning from the embarrassment of everything she'd done already but now my emotions were out of control. "Please Baby..."

" Shh." She continued spanking.

I started writing this three days ago, but stalled trying to describe what I was experiencing at this point. I've given up. I'll just mention a couple of things that occurred. As she spanked me the pain became intense, and I realised that I was going to cry. I rolled my head to the side and caught sight of us in the mirror. The tableaux of me over her lap, my red ass in the air, and the determination on her face was the most unreal scene I've ever witnessed. I sobbed with a rush of emotion and the tears started.

She immediately pulled me up and held me to her chest. She rubbed my hair while I cried. "Shh Baby. I'm here. You're a good boy and you were very brave."

It feels like my whole life has been redefined.

So ... that's all I have time to write about this moment. There's more to tell but I'm not sure anyone would be interested. I can try to explain how things have change if I ever figure it out.

I came home from work not coughing. I was taking allergy medicine now, at Lisa's suggestion. She was on the couch and gave me a bright smile. "Let's take a bath together, sweetie."

That meant sex. I'm almost always ready for that. "That sounds good." I smiled but ... something was off. Tension in her face ...

Easier to talk after a good bath and sex. "I'll start the water." I walked into the master bathroom and turned on the water. I undressed and climbed into the tub. The porcelain of the tub was cold, and the water level was low. I like the contrast. I knew Lisa would wait for it to fill.

She came into the bathroom when I turned off the water. She was wearing sexy underwear, which I'm not describing for readers. Just trust me.

She pulled off her bra slowly, and wasn't meeting my eye. Then she straightened up as if gathering her courage, and looked right at me. She very slowly removed her panties. I'm not sure if she did it in a sexy manner. I haven't been to many strip clubs lately. I did get hard though.

Our tub is big and my penis wasn't in her line of sight. Still, she knew my state and walked over to the tub. She looked down, smiled, and lowered herself in.

We washed each other intimately. It's always been a favorite of ours. Afterwards I lowered the water level until her pubis was just in the air, then I lathered the area up and shaved it. She liked to be smooth, though I wasn't certain that wasn't because she just wanted to keep me smooth. We shaved each other, front and back.

I ran some more hot water in to fix the temperature and water level. I loved, just loved, going down on her after the intimacy of washing and shaving. Which I did.

She's gonna read this. She read the last one. She's not going to be fond of too much detail. Weird things happened, and if I get punished for that, I'll share what they were lol

After she'd come a few times, she pulled my head up. That was a move that indicated transition into vaginal intercourse, which I was ready for. Except I was wrong. I started sliding up her body, basically planning to align our genitals, but she stopped me at her chest. She wrapped her arms around my head and held it to her breasts.

"I want to ask you something. Do you remember me taking your temperature?"

"And spanking me? Until I cried?" I felt her kind of jerk, and held her tight.

"How did you like me taking your temperature?"

"And spanking me until I cried?"

She gasped and squirmed, and I held her harder. "I'm not mad about that ..."

"Did you like it though? I want to do more things ..."

I was aware that my answer was of significance and was going to affect things from now on. "Um ... I'm ... why are you asking me? You've never asked about trying new things before?"

"When you posted before I read the comments. Some people said I took advantage of you." She paused. "Did you think I took advantage of you? I wanted to take charge, and maybe control you. So you couldn't say no. I'm sorry."

With my head resting between her breasts and her arms wrapped around me, I didn't have any secrets. "It's hard for me to tell. I understand why consent and negotiation is an important rule. We didn't do that. But our relationship ... I'm not sure it was necessary, at least as far as we went. It's complicated, and I'm inexperienced. But I never asked permission to spank you. I've been thinking I should have now. I just always assumed you'd have me stop if you didn't want me to ... But one comment mentioned 'subspace' and how someone there can't make proper decisions, so ..."

She kind of sighed. "I've been worried that I've hurt our relationship. I don't want to do that, ever." She paused before asking "You'll tell me if I start to do that?"

"Jesus, of course I will. You're as important to me as I am to you."

"Even if you're in 'subspace?'"

I pulled my head up, against some resistance from her arms. I think she didn't want me to see her face. "Are you planning to take me there?" She looked uncomfortable and I let her pull my face back into her breasts.

"Yes. I've been wanting to do that. Take charge and control you."

"By doing what?"

"I'm not entirely sure but I have some ideas. Do you need to know beforehand? Because ... it would be better for me if I didn't tell you. Do you trust me? You never answered my question about whether you liked it."

"Are we negotiating consent right now?" I asked because I'm a smartass.

"Yes. Now answer my question."

Now I was glad she couldn't see my face. She kept rubbing my hair.

"I liked it a lot." I paused. "I was really embarrassed. I couldn't believe what you were doing. But ... I felt really taken care of." I could feel my face burning.

She exhaled and pulled me up into a kiss, then reached down and put me into her. "Such a good boy!"

I did feel good. Maybe a little apprehensive, too.

I woke up late because I didn't go to work. I might have slept longer, except Lisa was sucking on my nipple. She saw I was awake, and when I turned my head her eyes were smiling though her mouth was otherwise occupied.

She reached down and took me into her hand, gently, and became less aggressive on my nipple. She rolled her head into my stomach but kept sucking. I held her head.

She pushed my hands over my head and moved up to kiss my neck. Straddling me, she started delivering hickies starting from my left shoulder and moving downward from left to right. Later I realised she was marking me in ways that wouldn't show when I was wearing clothes.

She moved down my body, sucking my skin in a track that crossed my chest and stomach, towards my groin. It was painful but incredibly erotic. I squirmed and moaned, but kept my arms raised where she'd positioned them.

She left hickies on both sides of my penis, though she avoided direct contact. She moved down my thighs while I sort of quivered. Reaching my knees she nudged me with her own knee.

"Roll over baby."

I obeyed and she squirmed up my body to where she could pull my hair. She bit the back of my neck, using her tongue, gently and sensuously. My mind whirled.

She began a repeat of the hickey trail she'd left down the front on my body. Back and forth, moving down. When she reached my buttocks she spread them a bit and left marks on the inside of my cheeks, and moved down my thighs. All of this left me immobile, my senses overwhelmed.

"Go shower baby. Use the toilet if you need to."

I did as she told me, without a word. I wasn't capable of coherent speech.

When I returned I saw that she'd positioned pillows in the middle of the bed. More significantly, she was wearing a strapon. It was flesh colored and realistic with a large head.

I had thought we might wind up here ever since she took my temperature rectally, and I was open minded about trying this, but it really looked too big.

"Baby ... that's too much."

"It's gonna be fine. I'll go slow. Lie down over the pillows." Her face had an intensity of emotion I'd never seen before.

I've never trusted anyone more than her. Up to and including my mother. I did as she asked, or maybe ordered.

She rearranged my position. "Scooch forward a bit." I did so, which resulted in my ass pointing directly upward. "Oh God. So beautiful ..." Her voice was breathy.

She threw herself onto my back and hugged me. I arched into her, but couldn't fail to feel her artificial penis resting on me. I've been an alpha male my whole life, and I was very aware that things were changing.

"Baby ... be careful..." I thought about what I'd said and added, "Please."

She turned my head and kissed my cheek. "I'm going to take good care of you, my Love."

When she released my head I went limp. I surrendered to whatever she wanted to do. She slid down and straddled my thighs, which were slightly open. She pushed her legs inward and said, "Put your legs together for me." I did.

She lay over me. Her breasts were resting on my back. She rubbed my hair and kissed me, breathing hard. "Oh my God ..."

Then she sat up and reached for something, which I recognised as our lube when she squeezed it out and it made that fart sound it sometimes makes. She spread it on her strap on. I thought I heard her panting.

Then she spread my cheeks and squirted it on my anus. She worked one, then two fingers into me. I tried to relax.

She asked, "Are you ok baby?"

I could barely speak. "Yes."

She moved a bit and I felt her dildo pressing against my anus. It was ok at first but it began to hurt. The head was too big. "Wait ... wait ..."

She persisted and it popped in, which was a relief, though it still hurt. "I can't take this, it's too big." I was nearly panicking.

She stayed absolutely still. "Can you take it for me, baby?"

Since we've been together, I've wanted nothing more than to please her. I lay there, my ass throbbing, her hands spreading me open. "For you."

She slowly pushed it into me and I moaned. It seemed to take forever. Eventually I felt her hips against my ass cheeks. She was breathing hard.

"My brave boy. You're a good boy." She slowly withdrew and then slowly pushed back in, which made me gasp. She started a rhythm of thrusts, picking up speed. She was moaning with desire.

At first I just endured it for her, but the experience changed from being entirely painful to being painful but also erotic. I think the fact that she was enjoying it so much helped. From experience I knew she was approaching orgasm, which always makes my own happen too.

And ... I'll be honest. The thought of being fucked by her, having her so turned on by doing it, submitting to her ...

She came first but I was right behind her. It seemed like I'd never stop spurting, all the while she kept thrusting into me.

Afterward she lay on top of me. "Thank you for letting me do this, baby. I've been wanting to fuck you for a long time."

I took a deep breath. Her dildo still buried in my ass. "You can do anything you want to me. I love you."

She said, "I'm gonna hold you to that.

I came home from work and Lisa was sitting on the couch. She had a certain look on her face that literally made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I've seen that happen to my dog when he was scared.

"What's up?"

"Will you come to the grocery with me?" An innocent question that didn't really match the crafty look on her face.

"Sure. Should I shower first?"

"I don't know. Are you dirty?" She had a slight smile.

"Not particularly."

She reached between the sofa cushions and pulled out the rectal thermometer case. "We'll need to take your temperature first. Take off your clothes and lie down here." She patted her lap.

I think I blushed, remembering the first time she took my temperature that way. I've never been so embarrassed and humiliated, but the experience was more complicated and confusing than that.

I took a step, then stopped. "Are you going to spank me again?"

"Not unless you don't do what I tell you."

I thought about it. There were things I would do for her, but things I wouldn't. "I need to ask some questions ..."

She smiled brightly. "Good! We'll have something to talk about while I'm taking your temperature." She patted her lap again.

I started towards her, and started to remove my shirt.

"Wait! Leave it on. Just walk here." She sat forward on the cushion. and pointed to a spot in front of her.

I stopped 3 feet before her and waited. She looked me up and down, then stood in front of me.

"Raise your arms." I did.

She took hold of my shirt from my left and right hips and began pulling it up. She was holding it in a strange way, so that when she cleared my pants her nails scraped up my sides, making me shiver and cringe.

"Stay still." She pulled my shirt over my outstretched arms and inspected me. "Those hickies look nice. Want some more?"

"If you want to give me some, Lisa."

She tilted my head back and nibbled on my neck, gently enough not to leave a mark that would be visible in public. As she moved down my chest and stomach, she became less careful. It felt like she was drawing blood.

She unbuckled my belt, opened my pants, and pulled them down, slowly, to my knees. Then she hooked her thumbs around my boxer briefs, slowly sliding them down while using the same nail trick she'd used removing my shirt. I think she scratched me deeper this time. I know it hurt longer. She took me into her mouth. I was already hard and might have come in seconds, but she knew the signs and stopped immediately.

Lisa sat down again. "Ok. Let's get started."

I started to step out of my pants and shorts, which were bunched around my knees. "Leave them on. It's cute! Just get over here."

I sort of hobbled to her, and tried to lay across her lap. I managed it, but it was not graceful. She had to help. As I was being positioned she guided my penis between her legs. She was wearing jeans and the inseam stitching treated me roughly.

"Maybe next time we do this you don't wear jeans? They kinda scraped me up."

"I'll wear shorts or a nightie next time. Is that all right with you?"

I couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic.

Once again I found myself ass up over her lap. Face burning. She rubbed my cheeks gently. "You can't even understand how much I love this view." She was taking deep breaths that I could both feel and hear. "Let's check your temperature."

I heard her open the thermometer case and squirt lube on the thermometer. Spreading my cheeks with her left hand she rubbed it around my anus. She squirted some more there and then began working the thermometer in and out.

It was incredibly difficult to talk in that position and with what she was doing. I'm not going to keep mentioning this, but during the whole conversation she was sliding the thermometer in and out of me, twirling it the whole time. My sentences were full of gasps and rapid breathing.

"What's going on with us, Lisa?" I was kind of panting and squirming.

"It's something new and different. Something I want. Don't you like it?"

I'd had time to ask myself the same question. "I do so far." I thought some more, which was difficult with the thermometer going in and out of me. "I'm afraid you'll want too much."

"I want what I want, but only if you give it to me. You know that, baby."