This is the 3rd installment of an ongoing story about Michele a and Tim. For sure, it is a disturbing relationship and is in no way intended to describe something healthy or ideal. Emotional sadism is central to it all. If this bothers you, this is not the story for you and I suggest you venture elsewhere.
What makes the story interesting to me is what takes place in the minds of the characters. Withouts words and ideas and the feelings that go with them, it's all just mechanics and honestly, that's not so interesting to me. Simple, pure fucking is a great thing to do. I don't need to read about it. Perhaps when I was verrrrrrrry young, that alone wold have intrigued me. Now...yawn. This is a dark, emotional journey. I hope you enjoy it.
The following preface is cut and pasted from installment II. For a more comprehensive understanding of their world, you can venture back to the first installment. Read it or skip it.
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.
From that day on, Michele had Tim between her legs at minimum once a day. Often she used Tim two or three times a day. Sometimes more. The orgasms were amazing and truly life changing for her.
And like her mother, Michele came to notice how it changed her mood and her behavior. Regular orgasms seemed to mellow her out so much and seemed to reduced a stress load she did not know she was carrying. It occurred to her that orgasms were foundational to any romantic relationship.
Yet it was more than just the orgasms (though their importance should never be minimized), it was also finding a healthy way to channel her inner Bitch. Now she had Tim. She continued to share this part of herself with Tim when the mood came to her, and in doing so, no longer did she feel the urge to flash her inner bitch at friends and family.
And the great thing was just how much she enjoyed sharing this part of herself with her boy. It truly felt wonderful to her when she could be a bitch, just a little mean to her boy.
The relationship evolved to a point that Michele enjoyed a greater sense of harmony with her life. For the first time she felt as though it was possible to more fully relax into her true nature and just be herself. A lot of it had to do with the sense of freedom and authenticity she experienced with this expression.
She was able to live in the moment with her true self. If she was light, sweet, generous and happy, this is what she projected to the world, including to Tim, and it was reflected in her behavior. Not for a minute did she feel her dominance and control were in any way diminished by her expression of sweet, gentle love or apparent indifference to the established power hierarchy.
On the other hand, if she was moody or feeling her Bitch, she simply fed Tim. She knew Tim needed a strong girl to look up to and was profoundly and undeniably aroused by her bitchy side. She could not explain why, but sometimes she just felt like being a bitch. So she became the Bitch-Goddess Tim prayed to.
If she was in a dark mood, she could pour all her bitchiness into him and he'd eagerly open his mouth and drink it all in. Swallow, bitch, was a refrain she often heard spoken in her own mind after sharing with Tim in this way. And if it ended in tears, so be it.
When she trusted that she could be her honest, authentic self, the relationship would regulate itself.
Other days she enjoyed spoon feeding him her feminine cruelty with cutting, little remarks to either belittle him or play on his insecurities. She could boss him around, speak down to him, tease him, mock him, dismiss him or ignore him and all the while, she knew she was giving him something he needed.
And in doing so, in sharing this way, she felt better about herself. When she stomped on his manhood, strangled the life out of his confidence and made him cry, she was free to enjoy her own exquisite pleasure in this along with an honest sense of selfless generosity. When she smiled happily into his tear streaked face, when she stoked all his desperate fear, when she made him know in his heart that he really was not good enough for her, she took satisfaction in knowing how good it all was for him.
She liked having a boy she could kick in the balls and he found his value in the world when she allowed him to be that boy for her to kick. And then when she shared her affection, when she generously shared her validation, she'd watch him float to heaven with relief and joy. Smiling or crying, his arousal was always on display.
I'm just giving the boy what he needs.
Michele was so far beyond smug.
And the gift she gave made her feel so good. Rarely did she take it for granted simply because it was so spiritually invigorating doing and saying the things she said while knowing it was devastating his sense of self, all but obliterating his ego. Without fail, it put her in a better mood. It made her happy.
She did not notice it, but sometimes she wasn't even in a dark mood but she could find those feelings easily. She could channel her darker side because the motivation was so easy to find. If she thought about what she was doing, she'd realize that she did this to go from a good mood to a better mood. A better mood was always there to be enjoyed when she had her boy to work on.
As she saw it, it was very good for their relationship because it was so intimate and it was an intimacy she saved just for Tim. She got to share a side of herself with Tim that nobody else even knew about. And in this way, with Michele sharing her tender cruelties, they bonded more completely as their needs and preferences seemed to match perfectly.
And through it all, even in the middle of putting him in his place, he'd beg to go down on her! Nothing seemed to end a day more perfectly than unleashing her inner Bitch on Tim, making him cry and then letting him lick her.
In the end, during and/or after her orgasm, she always shared her affection so that Tim became settled and bonded once more. It struck her as a perfect reciprocity as each got from it exactly what they needed. Interestingly, metaphorically stepping on Tim's balls fueled a high octane passion between the two while also it took the edge off her day and brought them closer together.
She felt as though it balanced her hormonally and emotionally.
Tim was never more in touch with his affection for Michele than after they shared this dark, bonding, therapeutic ritual. The emotional relief and connection he felt when Michele allowed him to make her cum brought with it a flood of tranquility, joy and gratitude.
He was always there to lick the hand that slapped him, always eager and grateful to delight and amuse his young master.
And to be sure, Tim needed to be with her light, sweet and kind side too. He could not have endured, nor would he have wanted to if all she was to him was a hard bitch.
In this way, Michele experienced the totality of Tim's love. She knew he loved everything about her as every dark corner and alley way of her mind was made known to her and then to him.
Michele really cared about Tim and though she sometimes, and naturally, objectified him sexually, she also loved him. She was settled with the understanding that he was not just a sex toy, servant, he was also her sweet boy whom she loved.
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Dear Michele,
Like, realizing something. Spanking is all by itself, The Thing. Amazing.
It accomplishes so many things for us. It's a teaching and learning tool, it's a bonding thing, it's a ceremony. It's sex. It's a wellbeing thing (puts me in the best mood ever!) It's a give take thing too. We both give to the ceremony of it and we both get so much from it. The Ultimate.
Now we have Tim going down on me. And it gives us all the same things: it's a ceremony that bonds us and I even think it could be used to teach Tim. Like, if I took it from him, it would be a punishment for him. SMUG!
But it's like these two things compliment each other so amazingly well. Like, I give him a spanking and then he goes down and gives me a kiss. Both things are seriously perfect all on their own, but when brought together...! Wow. Like a peanut butter and chocolate thing.
He needs this so badly. I think I have my own little religion: The Church of Michele! Pop! We've created the perfect ceremonies of sacrifice and worship. Oh my God! Yes, yes, The Church of Me!
