ti ti ti ti...
ti ti ti ti...
*Shebang*
That was my hand right there, spanking watson my alarm.
"Thank you Watson, your services are no longer required," I said out loud.
As my soul was awakening, it was very excited for the day up ahead. It is Sunday, and as every Sunday, my little sissy Sasha and myself have our weekly session.
Sasha is a male in his late twenties with a very successful career in a big marketing firm. He literally manages a team of over a hundred. And yet, he willingly devotes all of this services and attention to me, on a weekly basis.
It all started out when we met a couple of months ago at a bar. A mutual friend introduced us to each other and we hit of real quick. He started ranting about girls not giving him anything more than sex and that he needed more.
"What exactly do you need Sasha?"
"Well" he took a sip of his jin & tonic.
"I need someone who can relieve me from the amount of responsibility I have at work."
He took another sip, I could feel he was slightly nervous sharing this with me. I like that and this very thought arouses me. I looked at him in the eyes and asked him: "So Sasha, what would you have me do?"
I had to get of my bed and get ready for today. A quick work out session would do me good, but I wanted to keep it for later. The plan needed to work flawlessly today.
I didn't bother grabbing breakfast neither.
I simply wore some clothe, took my bag and car keys and sent Sasha a text: "Be ready in 10 minutes."
That night we met, was a wild night. Unlike any other guy I was with, Sasha was unusually lusty. I could feel an enormous amount of energy in him that was begging to be tamed. And, oh boy, that night, I tamed Sasha's desires. I denied him sex, but I pushed him to the edge 5 times before giving him the relief of a well deserved release, while I made sure he was pleasuring me. I wanted to hook him to me. I wanted to see him again and I wanted more: I wanted to own him.
Bip Bip
"Hey Mori how are we today?"
I got an amazing car - it's a volvo. I bought it 2 years ago and decided to name it after an old Japanese clan. Those Japanese have such a fascinating culture that I could spend hours writing books about them.
But now was the time for Mori to take me to Sasha.
10 minutes later I was on 14th Avenue. Sasha entrusted me with a key of his house which I used to open the door of his mansion.
It was a fairly big house for a person living alone. There were 2 bedrooms, one living room and one kitchen. But my best part is the basement. I can take Sasha there and tease him for hours without having to worry about his sounds. Let him scream, in here, no one will hear him!
I was delighted to be welcomed by a very docile Sasha. He was standing by the door, legs slightly opened up, hands behind his back and eyes focused on the floor in front of him. Exactly as I instructed him to do the night before.
"Hi Sasha"
"Good morning Mistress"
I walked a bit towards him, my high heels smashing the floor in front of him. I like that sound, it is as if it says "I own this".
"I am very pleased by your posture Sasha" "Thank you Mistress" "However, your clothe are disappointing. When did I allow you to wear any in my presence and anyway, even if you were to wear anything, it would at best serve as a light cover. Even then, your body parts are to remain exposed!" "I..." "Don't say a word bitch when you are wrong." His face was lifting up "And don't you look at me, ESPECIALLY when you are wrong."
My left heel was knocking on the floor and I paused for a minute. You see, one of the things about being in control, is to control oneself. I was in charge here of both Sasha and myself.
His job is to do as I say, but mine is to decide when he gets to speak and how long silence is to be observed. Decisions require a great amount of self-awareness and control if they are to be made in the most optimal way.
I also needed a minute of silence for him to ponder on what I had just said. Those 60 seconds felt in his mind like eternity.
"Look Sasha, the deal is simple. You made it clear to me when we started our little weekly exercise of ours, that you needed someone to baby sit you? Isn't that right?" I asked in a very serious tone. And without even waiting for an answer I proceeded.
"You told me you are such a bad boy...
trapped in an infinite cage of energy...
needing for someone to tame that fury...
and in the process turn you into a toy..."
I found it fun that I had come on with a pseudo poem here.
"Now, let's proceed. You are going to undress real quick and keep your panties on."
He was obviously in a hurry to get started "Did I say start?"
He stopped with a shadow of sadness crossing his face. Funny, that's a grown up man who is aware of his untamed energetic nature, who needs a woman like myself to limit his impulses and in the same time, who gets turned on by that very imprisonment that I impose on him.
"I am going to time it boy. You have 10 seconds to get everything out." I took a deep breath.
"One..." Oh my, someone was in a rush. Maybe he expected some kind of reward for completing the task before the timer was over?
"Two..." shirt is of
"Three..." he starts to unbutton his pants
"Four..." pants are of
"Six... "Left sock is out
"Seven..." Right sock is out
He was left with his panties on.
"Interesting, you did it before the ten seconds were over. That's not so bad." He was looking at me with a quirky smile on his face. "Where you expect something from it?" I asked. "Yes I did!". I pinched my lips together, raised my eye brows and paused for 5 long seconds. I wanted him to feel the pressure in the air as well as make him anticipate my reaction.
That bad boy expects something eh? Let him wait for it.
