This is the 17th 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 would 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.
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Sunday morning started like any other day, Tim began the day licking Michele to orgasm.
Afterward, he'd spend somewhere between one to two hours in deep, "spiritual meditation." Spiritual meditation meant that Tim sat or lay naked, with the panties Michele wore all the day and night before in one hand while in the other he held a long feather. With nothing but the feather, Michele's pungent musk and thoughts of serving his young Goddess, Tim was to keep his cock hard and on the verge of orgasm.
Michele liked to try to help Tim to a higher spiritual consciousness by stretching it out to two hours if she could.
Afterward, she'd help the nearly disabled boy with getting his panties on, tell him to get dressed and then go to church.
Upon their return, they'd repeat the process for another forty-five minutes to an hour. Afterward, Michele took the visibly shaking boy's confession, whereupon he was spanked soundly while draped over Michele's knee.
Immediately after the spanking, the boy was positioned on all fours upon a table. Carefully, bending Her cock down and back between his thighs like a cow udder, Michele slowly and firmly milked her little boy udder. She always laughed as he mooed in abject desperation until he cried out in relief and boymilk shot violently down into the cup.
Michele then loved feeding Tim his "nourishment." Michele was able to use a small, pliable spatula to scrape out a quarter of a cup of boycream. With spoon in hand, Michele fed it to him as a caring mother would lovingly spoon feed medicine to her boy.
At first Tim resisted this indecent offering as he had absolutely no desire to consume his own cum.
Yet Michele was a very good boy trainer. Drinking his boycream meant she'd give him his second milking of the day later that night. Besides, resistance was accompanied by tears.
As Tim sought to avoid his second spanking of the day and wanted more than anything to cum again before another two week sentence, he stopped resisting and eventually came to look forward to his boycream lunch.
Once more, in the evening, after he'd completed all his chores, said his prayers to Michele and licked her to orgasm, she'd position him on the table. This time she liked to gently spank him with one hand while she teasingly chastised him with a breathy little scolding all the while milking him into his cup.
Since he had no other orgasm to look forward to, he was not quite as eager to drink his second meal of the day. Yet as Sunday was his day of spiritual sacrifice, it was all the nourishment he had and he learned to never complain as Michele fed him another quarter of a cup of boycream.
He would not sleep as well for another two weeks.
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Dearest Me,
A long time ago, I wrote something in my journaling I'd like to come back to.
Around when all this began, I made an entry about the importance of ceremony. Reflecting on all that has transpired, I continue to refocus on the significance of this idea.
Though much of it came about in the spirit of play, there was great purpose in our role play ceremonies and spanking rituals. Through these rituals we developed integral facets of our personalities and came to better know ourselves and one another. We took up the threads of our unrealized natures and wove the tapestry of our lives.
One thing I love about all the play, all the ritual and all the ceremony is that it was revelatory. This was such a powerful tool of self discovery.
Our play and our roles within the play afforded us a mindful practice in which to express our deeper selves. We did not act out of habit, we acted mindfully. Carefully, we showed ourselves. We learned about ourselves and revealed it to the other. We came to the ceremony with a sense of purpose.
Ceremony and ritualistic practice is central to religion and it has served a like purpose here for us. In religion, ceremonies and rituals teach us how to worship and subjugate ourselves to God's will.
I am Tim's higher power. I am his Goddess. This is Her will, God's will. This is what She wants. Through these practices Tim has come to know his place beneath me. I have subjugated him.
Goodness, I like how that sounds!
