Chapter 14

Some time later I awoke. It took me a moment to remember where I was, then I saw her sleeping next to me in the corset and a bare ass. I felt my dick begin to twitch. I raised my hand to look at my watch. A little after midnight, so we’d slept for maybe ninety minutes. I realized that I needed to pee, so got up and started out the door, but stopped and hunted around on the floor till I’d found the condom I’d pulled off.

I dropped it in the toilet and then peed and washed my hands and face. I crawled back in beside her and put an arm over her waist.

In a few minutes she started to stir. She stretched and opened her eyes and saw me watching her. “Haven’t scared you off yet? Maybe you’re kinkier than I thought.”

“My kinks are more of the garden variety. People laugh at them, they’re so mundane. Mine are like the iceberg lettuce of kinks.”

“I can provide some instruction to help you up your game.”

“I learn best by doing.”

“Then where should we start?”

“Kind of a moot point at the moment. I seem to be hors de combat.” She looked down at my limp dick.

“Fortunately we have a trained medical technician present who can assist. Just lie back, please.”

She pushed me onto my back and nestled herself between my legs. She took my dick between a thumb and two fingers and stroked it, while licking the tip. It felt really nice, but wasn’t jumping to attention. However, she was diligent, and now she was taking a little more of my cock in her mouth and sucking on it.

That was doing the trick, and I could feel some rigidity returning. She gripped it a little harder and stroked a bit faster. Another three minutes and it was pointing straight up, though not yet as hard as it should be.

“Whatever medical institution you attended, remind me to send them a thank you note in the morning. That’s really nice.”

In her head I discovered that she was getting a rush from the dick sliding into her mouth. I’d forgotten that I’d done that to her. Her learned behavior was inhibiting how far she let the dick into her mouth. She was remembering the past when it went in too far and she gagged. That was then, this is now.

I put my hand on the back of her head. “A little deeper, baby, that feels so good with your mouth wrapped around my dick.” I gave a little nudge, and she allowed another inch in. I held her head there, and the rush rolled over her. I heard her moan quietly as my cock slid out of her.

“Ah, that’s the way, Mandy. Again, baby.” And once more I give her a little push on the back of the head, and I don’t let up till she’s taken in more than the previous time. I hold her there with both hands. “Yes, yes, oh, fuck, that’s nice!” She’s trembling now, right on the edge of cumming, as I pull out.

“Baby, I’ve gotta fuck your mouth again. That felt so amazing before when my dick slipped into your throat. Do it!”

She took a breath, still a little afraid, but opened her mouth and dropped onto my dick, moving slowly downward. She slowed when she reached her previous limit, but I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed down. “Do it, don’t tease me, Mandy. I want to fuck your throat.”

She felt the fear rise at the same time as the orgasm overtook her and she moaned, long and low, and her body shook.

She pulled off, gasping and coughing, still trembling.

“More, baby. Do it again. All the way this time.”

In her head she was saying, “I can’t, I can’t! I’ll choke.” But the submissive was saying, he wants this, we have to do it. She dropped onto my dick once more, and this time when the tip reached her throat I pushed down. Her throat opened and took the cock, and the orgasm swept over her. She couldn’t move with my hand on her head, but her tongue was moving, and her body was shaking, and I could feel her shout inside her head, “Fuck, YES!”

I took my hands off, but she stayed where she was for a few more seconds before pulling out so she could breathe.

“Jesus, Mandy, when you do that ... well, words fail me. Just unbelievable.”

She stroked my dick and looked at me while she recovered. I looked in her epicenter. She was still coming down from that unexpected orgasm and asking herself, “Where the hell did that come from? That’s the second or third time that’s happened. It was always gagging or choking before, what the fuck?”

“So what’s your professional medical opinion now?” I asked. “Is this serviceable or not?”

She pulled herself back from her internal monologue. “It looks ready to go to me.”

“I think so, too. Lay back on the bed, Mandy, and pull your knees back.”

As soon as she had done that, I felt my dick jump. Her pussy and asshole were completely exposed now, and if I wasn’t mistaken her pussy was damp and glistening, getting ready for what might happen.

I knelt down in front of her, admiring it. Her labia were puffy and a bit swollen. I brought my mouth down close to her pussy and reached around her thigh with my hand so I could rest my thumb over her clit. I stuck out my tongue and attacked her perineum while rolling my thumb over her clitoral hood.

“Oh, Christ, Tom, ohmigod, yes.” I picked up from her that this was a completely new sensation, that no one had ever licked or touched there before intentionally. It was very different and very arousing.

I moved my right thumb onto her perineum and my tongue wandered further north, trying to force its way into her pussy. There were a lot of different sensations hammering her now and she was having trouble controlling them.

I stopped tongue-fucking her after a few minutes and continued upward, probing, licking, until I got close to her clit. She got quiet then, and I could feel her tense. I dragged it out, going slower and slower as I approached it, like Zeno’s Paradox.

When I moved the last millimeter onto it she grabbed the back of my head and wouldn’t release it. She began muttering something to herself, I couldn’t hear what it was, but I could tell from the rhythm and intensity of the words that she was really close.

I felt sorry for her, and linkcast her another small wave on the beach, which she seemed to like, and when it broke she tried to push my head into her clit and moaned, “Oh, fuck, baby, yesyesyes.”

I changed the licks to kisses, since she’d be sensitive, and waited till she wound down. It took a couple of minutes.

“Jesus, Tom, that was amazing, that felt so good.”

“I could kinda tell. You were fun to watch.”

“That’s gonna be hard to top.”

“Hmm, that sounds like a challenge.”

“Not a challenge, just sayin’ it was really nice.”

“Still not my best effort, I think. I’ll give some thought to the next one.”

“The next one?”

“Yeah. You didn’t think that was going to be the end of it, did you?”

“Well ... I mean, I don’t normally have a lot of them. And almost never as strong as that. So I don’t think I can.”

“That’s just silly, Mandy. You’re a woman. You can have a dozen, break for coffee, and have a dozen more, if you want.”

“Not all women can do that. I don’t usually have more than two, maybe three.”

“Advertise for a better boyfriend, then. You’re being shortchanged.”

“Yeah, I’ll consider it. You ready to do it again?”

“Not yet, I think. I have plans for you.”

“Wait a minute, don’t I get a say in this?”

“I thought that wasn’t how this dominant/submissive thing worked. I thought you were supposed to do what I ask, and then say, ‘Yes, master’ or something.”

“In your dreams, fella.”

“Well, it was worth a try. Let’s just lay here and I’ll play with your body for awhile. How do you feel about having your toes sucked and the soles of your feet licked?”

“My feet are extremely ticklish, Tom. Don’t even joke about it. If you tried, I would kick you into the next room. Involuntarily, of course.”

“Of course. Pity. I was constructing an elaborate maze of ropes and pulleys in my mind, which would leave your feet immobile and completely exposed. Do you think there’d be a store open at this time of night that sold feathers?”

She laughed and punched me on the shoulder. Hard. Perhaps too sensitive a subject to joke about. So instead I rubbed my hand over her body and sucked on her nipples which got nicely erect. I squeezed her butt and I had been right, it was quite firm and very erotic.

Then I brought my hand around and got it between her legs, running a finger up and down her slit as I kissed her with a little tongue. Whether she was aware of it or not, she opened her legs a little wider. Her slit was a little slick, perhaps a leftover from her last orgasm, but it allowed the finger to slip easily between her labia.

Since she seemed to enjoy that, I kept moving my finger up and down, occasionally slipping the tip inside her which would make her catch her breath. I added a second finger, and she started kissing me harder.

“That feel good, baby? You want more of that?”

“Yes, please, that’s really nice.”

I started kissing her neck and moved lower. I tried to suck a nipple into my mouth, but it remained attached despite my best efforts. She still wore her corset, so her midsection was protected from my tongue, but just above her crotch, the corset ended.

So I picked up at the point where skin was again exposed and let my tongue dance over her body, getting closer to her clit again, while my fingers kept sliding in and out of her pussy.

Her fingers were now on the back of my head, tapping out an urgent Morse code message. They stopped when my tongue got within an inch of her clit and it appeared that the message had been understood after all.

But things should be different so we don’t get bored with them, and instead of a tongue on her clit, I pulled at it with my lips while my fingers slid wetly into her cunt.

She waited as long as she could, until the need became so acute that she cried out, “Damn you, stop teasing me, do it! Make me cum, I need it.”

But she wasn’t running the show, so I kept nibbling at her clit, but a little faster. I sent her a gentle little Summer Breeze just to take the edge off, but it didn’t hold her for long. She wanted something bigger and she wanted it now.

“Are you ready, Mandy? Do you want to cum now?”

“God, yes, why are you waiting?”

“Because you didn’t ask politely. Ask me politely. Tell me what you want, and then say please.”

I thought she was going to hit me. She’d told me she liked being submissive, but when it came to orgasms she was in charge again and she didn’t like hearing no. She swallowed her anger and said, “Please, Tom, I need to cum now. Make me cum, would you? Please?”

There was a nice touch of Long Island whine there, I admired it. But she had asked nicely, so I sat up on my knees by her side and I rubbed her wet pussy with my open hand, then I slapped it. She jumped and started to say something, but I stuck two fingers inside her and fucked her. She moaned.

I took them out again and rubbed her pussy, spreading the lips, then I slapped her once, twice, and stuck the fingers in again. “Oh, fuck, baby, so close.”

Yes, you are. I curled the fingers so they pointed upward and stuck them in far enough to find her G-spot and vibrated them against it. Her eyes went wide, her mouth opened, and her head rose off the bed. “Oh. My. God. What are you ... Oh, Jesus...” and then she wailed, with a high keening sound. Her hands grabbed the sheets and curled into an iron grip and her body shook. I kept rubbing her G-spot.

She kept the keening going for an impressively long time, then it stopped as quickly as it had started, and both her hands grabbed my arm and forced it out of her. I thought she might break it if she wasn’t careful.

She held on to my arm for a minute, as if afraid that I might try again. When she finally relaxed it was as if all the tension had left her body and floated off into the stratosphere. She was comatose, so I lay down beside her and closed my eyes.

I awoke when I felt a sudden change in the weight distribution on the bed. I opened my eyes and found her on one elbow, staring at me. I couldn’t read the expression, friendly, upset, confused, I didn’t know. I waited till she was ready.

It was like she was trying on a number of opening statements, discarding one, seeing what another sounded like, until she found one she thought fit her feelings.

“Nobody’s done that to me before. I’d never even heard of somebody doing that to anybody before, not among my friends. It was so different, so profound, so much stronger that it left me unable to speak, to think. It was a bit scary, it was so powerful.

“In retrospect, I think it was scary because I’d never felt it before, like the first time you have intercourse and it’s nothing like you imagined it would be. So once the scary was gone I realized that it left me floating, so relaxed and ... and ... satisfied, I guess. It was wonderful. So. Will you teach me how to do that?”

I laughed. “Sure. But I think it’s hard to do it to yourself, because of the angle of entry of the fingers. Much easier to have someone else do it to you. But if you know how to do it, you can tell them, show them.”

I spent a few minutes with her walking her through it. She tried, but she couldn’t reach it herself, so she reluctantly agreed she’d have to have an assistant.

“Put an ad in the student paper. You’ll be inundated with applicants.”

“The idea has merit. I’d have to give them a trial task, see if they were up to it. Might take weeks of intensive interviews.”