Lulu had me pretty much trained at this point. Her voice alone could give me an erection, and she knew it. Over the phone, whenever she sensed I might be straying or trying to establish some kind of independence, she would lower her voice and it would hit me. Did I really not want to come by and weed her driveway? Was I sure? I told her that it wasn't fair and she laughed at me.
Of course I came over and did whatever she asked of me. I found myself following her orders without even thinking about it. She would tell me, never ask, to take her car in for a tune-up and pick up groceries on the way home, or mow her lawn, or a thousand other little things. She had me trained. Even just being commanded by her and obeying her aroused me.
She called me into her living room one hot summer day. She was wearing a short, light skirt and a white tank top, I could see her purple bra straps peeping from beneath it, form fitted to her firm, well rounded shoulders. At 5'3" and not much over 100 lbs, I had a good 5 inches and 20 pounds on her, but she was fit, all lean muscle and firm flesh with barely an ounce of fat on her, whereas I was skinny and didn't exercise aside from mowing her lawn or doing her dishes. I wasn't weak, but I wasn't in the same condition as her. She had always taken care of herself by jogging and going to the gym regularly. I could beat her at arm wrestling, but barely, and that was it. Her body, overall, was much stronger than mine, and she had shown me that time and time again by beating me convincingly everytime we wrestled or did anything physical. The few times she had felt the need to "put me in my place," she had shown me that she could pin me and have me helpless in seconds. She had pinned me once with her knees digging into my biceps as she pulled up on my arms by the wrists and told me I was completely at her mercy. I tensed my stomach to try and grab her with my legs, but was too afraid to even try. For all she had humiliated me, she hadn't really hurt me yet, and we both knew that she could. Looking past her crotch and up into her eyes, I saw her staring down at me with amusement. She yanked my arms up even harder and it hurt so badly I involuntarily cried out, begging her to stop.
I had managed to stay in denial for months. After all, I was a guy and she was a girl, and we were just playing around. And wrestling her was definitely sexually distracting. It was difficult to concentrate with her firm body pressed up against mine, sweating and writhing. But at this point, I was starting to accept that these were all just excuses. Even if I "let her" win, she still always ended up on top and had me helpless. Once she started to win, I would basically give up. I told her once that I wasn't really trying my hardest, and she told me that she knew it-that I was afraid to try my hardest because I didn't want to face the fact that she would beat me anyway. I laughed it off at the time, but was coming to accept that my cute, sexy girlfriend could take me.
She uncrossed her legs and motioned for me to sit down on the floor at her feet. She had already painted her fingernails and was about to get started on her toes. Once I was seated she handed me the nail polish and applicator.
"Do my toes for me. And here."
She twisted to her side and pulled off a couch cushion, then handed it to me to place beneath her feet.
"Go get a towel first. And be careful with the polish."
I screwed the applicator brush back into the bottle, then ran into the kitchen and grabbed an old towel. She stretched her legs out as I placed the towel beneath them and motioned for me to sit down in front of her, then bent her knees and set her feet down in front of me. She was sitting low on the couch and I could see up along her thighs to where they curved into her ass and the tiny triangle of her white panties. I looked up at her and saw her staring down at me. She knew exactly what I could see. It was her gift. Didn't I see how good things could be for me, and how much easier, as long as I listened to her? I started on her left pinkie.
"Do you need cotton to put between my toes?"
"I think I'll be alright."
"Be careful."
I painted each of her nails carefully as I stole peeks at her legs and panties. Her smooth ankles curved into her rounded calves and puckered at her knees and the backs of her thighs swelled and dimpled at her hips, barely touching before they separated again right below her crotch.
She let out a contented sigh and I could feel her enjoying her power over me. She stretched her arms as she arched her back and yawned. Her pert breasts rose and I could see the faint peach fuzz of her shaved armpits. I wanted so badly to lick her armpit I couldn't resist. I quickly and carefully replaced the applicator before sidling up along her lap and pushed my nose into her armpit and licked it.
"I already know you're such a pervert that doesn't even skeeve me out."
She took the back of my neck in her hand and brought my lips to hers, spreading her legs to bring me in closer as her tongue flickered into my mouth. Her teeth softly bit into my bottom lip as she pulled away.
"Do the other foot nicely and maybe I'll give you a treat."
As I lowered myself to pick up the nail polish she pushed my chest down hard and slid down on top of me as my back hit the floor. I strained to get up and she had my wrists her in her hands in a flash. I tried to move her off of me and she pushed herself forward, pulling my arms out past my head and pinning me. I struggled beneath her as she stared down at me.
"Look at the position you've gotten yourself into."
I tried to sit up and couldn't even raise my arms a millimeter.
"Stop your feeble squirming. You're embarrassing yourself."
I stopped squirming for a moment, then pushed up as hard as I could. I managed to get my back just off the floor for a moment but couldn't move my arms or break her grip.
