Men, she had found, were very easy to control. She smiled to herself and thought that maybe 'control' wasn't such a fair word to use, but 'influence' might be a better one. There, men were very easy to influence. Now she smiled widely and chuckled softly out loud. "Ah...influence, and my dear, the secret to 'influencing' a man is subtlety. The art is making him think it was his idea..." She smiled again as she reached forward to adjust the volume on the radio and thought of her latest 'project.'
He was a coworker, and a number of years younger than her, not that that had ever stopped her before, hadn't she just a few months ago started on someone even younger than Him? (And had her friends call her a cradle-robber? Really, what is ten years in the scheme of things?) She sighed as she thought of that failed project, tall, beautiful hair, well muscled, but a little too dim in the brain department for making her seduction worthwhile. She clicked her fingernails on the steering wheel, "The other part is making sure you pick someone who might be at least a little bit of a challenge or at least enough of an intellectual equal to feel like you're taking them down a notch." She never liked it when they caved too fast, the cat and mouse aspect was fun, them thinking they were the cat, hunting her as prey, while in actuality it was her hunting them.
She looked up in time to notice her exit and pulled off the interstate and made the turn toward the park. As she drove past the parking areas she was relieved to see that although it was a nice sunny day, by the number, or lack of, cars in the parking lots there didn't seem to be too many others out at the park. She drove to the last parking area furthest down the road and pulled into a spot a few spaces down from a large newish SUV. She looked over the vehicle and decided that it probably belonged to a nice family unit from the city out for a picnic and a easy day-hike, so if she kept her eyes and ears open, she shouldn't run into them. "Good," she thought as she slung her daypack over one shoulder and looked down to make sure her shoes were tied tightly.
She started down the path into the woods, where the trail divided she took the fainter one, figuring the city family would stay on the well-worn paths. Further back where the pine trees and spruces formed a shady canopy with little undergrowth, she angled uphill on a deer trail toward a large pink granite outcrop that poked above the tree tops. Scrambling to the top, she sat at the highest point with her keens drawn up to her shoulders and looked around below her, scanning the woods for signs of other hikers.
Not seeing any, she smiled and untied her shoes and peeled off her socks, careful to stuff them in her shoes. She wiggled her toes and leaned back on her hands for a moment, stretching her neck to the sun and sighing with pleasure. She loved getting out and away from other people like this. Sitting forward she reached for the hem of her tank top and peeled it off, then reached back to undo her bra and let it slide off. She sighed as she felt the sun on her exposed breasts, and could feel her nipples pucker from the freedom to open air. She knew she would probably be a little wet before she even finished stripping. Thinking she wished He was here to help share in this beautiful day she stood up and pulled off her shorts and panties in one motion. She closed her eyes and held her arms out away from her sides, letting nature caress her naked body. She could feel a slight cooling between her legs as the breeze tickled the dampness found there. She laughed to herself thinking what an eyeful the city family would get if they happened to see her now. A little shiver of excitement brought goose bumps to her skin at the thought of being discovered.
After making a neat pile of her discarded clothing, she took a soft fleece blanket out of the day pack and spread it over the rocks and laid down on it with her knees bent and legs spread open. She reached down to rub her clit for a moment wondering what it would be like to be taken right here by Him, or by some unknown hiker. She could feel the muscles in her well clench at the thought. But she didn't come here for stray fantasies, she thought, time to get back to the project at hand and decide the next move.
She had been pleased with her choice of project. He had been a little easier to influence with small talk, and sighs of understanding when talking about not meeting someone one could talk to, than she had thought he would be. She had been surprised to learn that most men were looking for someone they could connect to and talk to, all she had initially thought men wanted was a nice pair of tits and a hot little ass. And she was a little surprised to find out that he wasn't as experienced as she thought he would be either, she smiled, almost untouched goods, even better. There was nothing like a man that could be trained, and made to open his fantasies and desires to you. Still rubbing her clit, she could feel herself get wetter at the thought of the control she could gain of Him from the sharing of His fantasies.
Influence wasn't only about subtlety, but also about the ability to read who you were playing with. She had learned easily that the root of influence was knowing your opponent, it helped that she was generally good about keeping back, and letting someone else tell her more about themselves than they knew or intended. It was not only about hearing what someone was saying, but how they said it, what they didn't say, and body language. He wasn't so easy to read, she was still learning Him, but slower than she wanted. He was good about keeping His inner self veiled. But she smiled, wasn't that the point of a project? Getting someone to open up, spill their entire being to you, so you could use it and shape it as you wanted?
She started pinching and rolling her left nipple with her fingers as she thought of His nipples. Flat hard little man-nipples nestled in a pelt of soft hair. She tensed as she decided He was going to get his nipples pierced, round hoops of gold. She dipped her fingers into her wetness and rubbed it around her shaved lips as she decided what she'd do with him after the piercing. She had never met a man before who could be so overwhelmed by rough attention to his nipples, there was something almost feminine about it. She loved the look of dazed desire that overcame him while she was pinching, sucking and biting his nipples to the point they almost bled. She also knew that His complaints the next day about their being sensitive was just show, she could she the secret delight in His eyes.
She couldn't wait for the control that giving Him what he wanted would give her over Him. Subtle influence, though pleasure, or in His case through pain, was one way to gain control. She smiled and arched her back as she dipped two fingers into her hole, hardly able to contain herself at the thought of His pierced nipples, a chain running through the rings, tied over the dining room table to his ankles and a candle flame to warm his balls ask she sucked on Him and made Him wither and strain.
