This story is the second installment of a femdom book.
In this section, Michele and Tim begin a slightly deeper sexual exploration.
Going forward there will more and more sexual description and reference, but this is first and foremost, a psycho/sexual exploration
For me, sexual self discovery is where the excitement is. I find it especially titilating when the discovery comes with all manner of internal and external conflict.
This story takes place in a very male dominant society, one which is even more patriarchal than our own. Our hero, Michele, is enchanted by the discovery of her own sexual super power. Poor, lucky Tim, on the other hand comes to realize that he falls under Michels's spell, he does not measure up to societal expectations. These two young people are discovering and becoming as they grow together as a couple.
Psychological conflict and tension are central themes in this saga.
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The story has been formatted to meet the publishing requirement of our host and I am hopeful the necessary kinks have been worked out.
A more complete preface can be found at the beginning of the first installment and if you did not read it, it could be helpful to do so. Here are some of the contextual parameters of the fictional world the story takes place within.
* People are legal adults at 18 years of age.
* People usually live to about 2,000 years of age.
* The cultural norm has almost all legal adults living with their family of origin until they turn 200 years old.
* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 are treated as and referred to as children when they choose to continue living with their parents.
* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 often behave much as we would expect teenagers to behave here in our world. They are kept in a state of arrested emotional development.
* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 years customarily consume "blockers" which prevent them from having sexual feelings or impulses.
* Often young people will begin to "date" around 160 yers of age and while they are expected to continue to take their blockers, some will surreptitiously stop taking them while a few will stop responding to them.
* Age and masculinity are revered in this world. Everybody looks up to their elders and few seriously question the patriarchy.
All characters in the story are over 18 years of age.
It is customary for those below the age of 200 to demonstrate their status by wearing clothing which signify to others that they are off limits. They would wear what we would think of as children's clothing. Remember, an 18 year old and a 1,900 year old would look exactly the same age, so children's clothes are very useful for signaling to those over 200 years to abstain from any romantic or sexual pursuit of another who was deemed of an inappropriate age.
Lastly, sex is not technically illegal for people between the ages of 18 and 200 years. It is considered profoundly taboo. Adult-children (18+) do have sex but it is kept very quiet. Some parents punish their children for engaging in this sinful pleasure and adult-children almost never tell-on one another in this regard, even those who might not like one another. Adult children live by a code and violation of said code subjects one to complete ostracization. Almost none experiment until they are well over 160 years old.
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On Monday afternoon he enjoyed a deep breath as at last, he stood on Michele's porch.
Michele opened the door in her soft, tight comfies and once more, Tim felt the wind knocked from his lungs.
She's so pretty!
In her firm, confident way, "We are going to do our homework and then we are going to have a talk, young man. Do you understand me?"
Giddy with joy while a little unnerved, "Yes, Ms. Michele." Smiling, he glanced at her and then needed to look down before going to the kitchen table and attacking his home work. He was relieved to know they were going to keep playing the Game.
Michele wanted to play so badly, but she steadied herself. She knew that in order to master another, a girl had to master herself.
I'd prefer to be my own master, thank you very much. I'll need to journal on this later.
After he straightened up their belongings she stood and declared, "We have some issues to deal with, young man." She sounded somehow both casual and serious. "Go to my room now and wait for me. Remain standing. I'll be right in."
Tim complied in a state of terror.
Oh my god, oh my god, please no! Please, no! Please, no...
Michele simply wanted a moment to herself. She was thoughtful about making this a highly mindful experience. She wanted to simply be with her feelings.
The fear on Tim's face was absolutely precious to her. She smiled broadly as her happiness ran through her body. For now, her arousal was delicate and pretty, yet she knew that in moments it would be fierce and ferocious but no less beautiful. Mmmmmmmmm
In Michele's room, Tim contained his panic by pacing the room. Fear contorted his features.
Exactly three days prior, he'd been fundamentally traumatized by what Michele had done to him. Though his bottom had recovered, it did not mean he was ready for more. For certain, he'd not recovered emotionally.
He was not sure, but he expected Michele could now just spank him if she deemed it appropriate.
Can she? Like, is that part of it all now? But why would she? I've done nothing wrong! I've been good!
This suspicion and the idea of a spanking paralyzed him with terror. His heart raced and he began to perspire and for just an instant, he thought to flee from the house. Just then a voice intruded and told him he couldn't.
I'm not allowed to. Michele won't allow it. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! But what have I done?
Michele strode in wearing all her authority with a smile. She looked like a woman who derived great pleasure from getting down to business.
As was so often the case, Tim was thrown off by the conflicting image his one love projected. At once she was a young girl, all smiles and little girl "comfies." And she was a serious, grown woman. It was like looking at 3D images that contained two similar but different images depending on the angle by which it was viewed.
"Here. Now."
He scurried before her. "I'm sorry, Ms. Michele. I'm so sorry. What have I done?"
Michele luxuriated in the spiritual and sexual thrill that she derived from her power of Tim. She noted that he'd said two of the most perfect things she could imagine under the circumstance. Foremost was his apology.
Perfect.
Then he wanted to know what he'd done wrong.
He's desperate for me to teach him! Win!
With him before her, she took his hands. "I'm sorry too, sweetie. Let us together see if we can figure out what you have done, okay?"
"Yes, yes, Ms. Michele, but I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!"
His fear turned her on so much!
"Yes, yes, you are sorry. We'll get to how sorry you are.
"Do you remember that time, just before one of our therapy sessions when you told me you would tell me all of your secrets? Do you remember that you promised?"
"Yes." His heart sank.
"But you didn't, did you?"
"No, no, I did," he said beseechingly.
Warmly, while massaging his hands, "Now, now, little boy, I don't want to have to spank you hard, so you better tell the truth." Now she was not being completely honest because a part of her did want to spank him hard.
It just feels so darn good! Gracious!
"You had better think very carefully about how you answer my questions or you will get an even more serious bottom warming."
Tim's eyes went large with the imagining and the subsequent fear. Yet there was a promise of something more merciful in this inquisition. If he was honest and opened up to her, there was a less painful option available to him. He knew he wanted to find the truth she wanted him to share.
Yes, tell her everything!
"So did you tell me all of your secrets?"
"Maybe not. But...but I'm not sure what you want me to share. I'm sorry," he said desperately. "I want to be good! I really, really do want to be good for you, Ms. Michele. Like more than anything."
