Pleasured Principles


Tags: Ma/Fa, Fiction, Humor, BDSM, Slow, .

Desc: Erotica Story: Two adults just out of military service find each other. One knows who and what they are, the other is unsure. This is how they met and where their lives are taking them on this journey.

She could tell that her screams thrilled Gage to the bone. With each impact her body would writhe, her breath catch and then explode. Her tears were his pleasure, the way her back arched drove him on to ever harder efforts until, finally, she collapsed. She had offered him everything, her obedience, her mind, her body, and soul. Gage took them and made them his without a single regret and no small measure of happiness. At least in her most recent dreams. Reality was entirely different.

Jamie woke up covered in sweat, shaking, and aroused. The dream teasing her as it slowly faded away; still, she remembered enough to piece it together with others. It was like a puzzle slowly being put together. Each time she had snippets of a dream to add to the puzzle the whole picture grew a bit more. This was one of her strengths, putting puzzles together into a coherent whole; sometimes, figuring out the picture before most others would even consider what the pieces meant. It was part of why she ended up in her Naval Rating as a CT and made Second Class Petty Officer well ahead of the curve. She was positioned to make First Class upon re-enlistment, but declined. She'd instead chose to return to civilian life and go to school and earn a degree and do something else with her life; something that did not include the military as a career. She enjoyed her stint in the Navy and would not have done anything differently if she could go back and do so. It helped shape her and show her more about herself than she'd known before she enlisted. Now she had a new goal, one that would shock her father and mother (had she still been alive).

One of the things she'd learned about herself is that she was one who lived to serve others; their happiness was hers. She'd do just about anything if it would make someone she was with happy; in fact, it nearly got her and an officer in a lot of trouble. They'd gotten lucky though. It was through the officer in question, the one she had the relationship with that was frowned upon by the military. It was through her relationship with him that she realized she enjoyed having a man dominate her.

I, previously of the US Army and now fellow student at the University of Hawaii, Hilo campus, was her goal. She would be mine and I would be hers, if she had her way. To hear her tell it, I was able to make her melt with a look, thrill her with my voice, and put her on the brink of orgasm with a simple touch! I knew I affected her but never that it was to such a degree.

I'm Gage Warner Folkvar. My name can be attributed to my mother. She has this thing for words and meanings. This extends into names; specifically my name in this case as she researched the names she would consider to come up with one that had real meaning behind it. Taken as a whole it can be read to mean, "Oath keeper, protector of the people". The Folkvar family line, so I've been told, comes from a line of men and women who have literally been protectors of the people, the members of their villages. Sometimes I feel like it is genetic. It seems to be intrinsic to who we are as a group and individually.

I've always been a nice guy, with my friends specifically and most people in general. I have been the one friends would come to with their problems; often I was able to help them find their own answers. They knew they could trust me from experience. Nothing that anyone ever told me was passed on to another person; I always kept everything between me and the person telling me their troubles. This is how I ended up being where I am today. In all honesty, I still am the nice guy; I'm also something much more. I always was and will be. I will also always be there to protect them to the best of my ability. Yoda is correct, there is no try; there is only do or do not.

I got to know Jamie early on at the University of Hawaii (Hilo Campus), which is where we both found ourselves when we were discharged from our respective military services. I have family connections there, and the sprawling town of Hilo, and had applied for entrance into their Psychology program under the GI Bill. Jamie chose it for their Linguistics program. Her time in the Navy was all Pacific based and she found that she was very good with picking up languages; she had more than a smattering of Japanese, Korean, and even Mandarin. We first met in the waiting room for the counselor who works with veterans, especially those using the GI Bill. The GI Bill benefits come with requirements, just like everything else you get from Uncle Sam. Minimum grades, course loads, etc.

We had begun talking about her military experiences, in general terms, and she quickly became very comfortable around me and found that confiding in me was easy. Over time became much easier as she became absolutely sure that nothing she ever told me went beyond the two of us. You do not get my clearances and work as a Security Manager in charge of many millions of dollars of sensitive equipment and the people who run it all, by having loose lips.

I quickly learned, through our talks, and my personal observations, just how very intelligent a young woman Jamie is (certainly a match for me). She is strong (both mentally and physically), and kept ending up in relationships with men who she could wrap around her fingers and get them to do anything that she wanted. She found no long-term joy in such relationships.

She's always felt, and complained, that something was always missing. All of those men seemed to lack something, something she could not put a finger on and it was driving her mad. The only time this wasn't true was in a relationship while she was in the Navy with a very strong-willed officer who like to be in control and could not be twisted around her little finger.

Most of her past relationships were unsatisfying to her and we could not figure out why. They all treated her well, did all the things that a man is supposed to do, and were decent men, in and out of bed. They just did not make her blood boil, her heart race, her body ache for them. They were all good guys, nice guys, the ones you could take home to your parents without fear. In other words, no "Super Freaks".

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