Chapter 3

"This is how I became submissive." she told him quietly. He bent his ear down to her, and she cupped her hand around it and spoke so softly that a person two feet away could not have overheard what she said. She began to move softly up and down on him as she spoke;

"I learned to skate when I was four, and started figure skating classes when I was six. When I was twelve I won the city championships, and placed sixth at the state finals. Not just for my age group, but against all other female figure skaters in Washington. I wanted to win an Olympic medal. But there were at least three girls in Washington alone that were like, just better than I was.

"So my coach suggested I try pairs skating, and said I probably had a better chance to be internationally competitive there because I'm small. See, pairs skaters used to be normal sized, but now ice dancers are because they only dance. But in pairs skating he lifts her over his head, and he throws her, and the lifts and throws kept getting tougher, and now all the pairs skaters are really big guys and really little girls. So anyway, she says I should try this and that she had this guy named Lance she'd been working with. He'd played a lot of hockey but he couldn't shoot the puck very well, and he'd done all right in gymnastics until he got too big. He wasn't big like you, but at seventeen years old he was six foot two and a hundred and eighty pounds, and that's too big for gymnastics. He was a natural at figure skating, though. And he was really competitive, intense, you know? He was a senior in high school, and he was very popular, his girlfriend was a cheerleader, and she looked like a playboy model. I was twelve, in junior high, but he always had respect for me because I was a more successful athlete at that point than he was. He treated me like his little buddy, but I had such a crush on him I could hardly talk to him. I could still concentrate on skating, though, and we did good. I never got over my crush on him, but I got used to it. Some of the dance moves were so romantic, ballroom stuff like where I'd be skating backwards and he'd lower me in this big dip and hold me close and pretend to kiss me. When we were practicing alone I'd really kiss him, just press my closed lips against his really lightly. We never even moved our lips, but we were supposed to hold our mouths a quarter inch away from each other, so I was always worried that he'd ask me to stop, but he never even mentioned it.

"It took me a while to get used to the fact that he had to touch me everywhere, that he couldn't really lift me and throw me and do all the other moves unless he did. It's funny, all of us girls wore these tiny spandex body stockings, we're practically naked, these big guys are grabbing us everywhere and nobody says anything. There was this one move where he put his hand between my legs and lifted me over his head and held me there on one straightened arm. It's supposed to be a move that demonstrates his strength and my balance. We never wore panties 'cuz they'd make panty lines, just tights, like leotards, you know? And not even them when the rink was warm, so I know he can feel all my little pussy parts and my ass with his hand through the one layer of spandex, but he was always totally professional about it. My coach says 'Just sit on his hand and he lifts you', but I always kind of half expected everybody to suddenly realize, and go: Hey! They can't do that! She's twelve and he's holding her by the crotch!"

She giggled. "And if you fell you'd brush the snow off your front while your partner brushed the snow off your back and ass. Everybody did it, it was accepted like football players patting each other's asses, but he always slapped the snow off my ass a little harder than he had to. It was like he wanted to make sure no one thought he was trying to feel me up. And I kinda liked it.

"Anyway, about a week after I turned thirteen we made a pact in blood, with a pin, that we'd win the next state championship. I'd come up with this radical maneuver where he threw me up in the air and I did a double spin and he caught me, and he turned the motion of catching me into an outward throw, and I did two and a half spins and landed on one skate going backwards with my other leg and my arms held out. We went to the rink after school to practice it without telling the coach what we were going to do. I wore skates, socks, sweat-bands, and a little black bodysuit like the one I wore tonight, only not transparent and with butt coverage. Nothing else. There were some girls playing ringette on half the rink but they were almost done. We worked on the mechanics for a while, and then we gave it a try. After a couple of tries we could get all the way through it, except when he threw me at the end I kept under-rotating. I'd catch an edge and land on my ass and slide into the boards.

"Well, if you skate, you fall. If you push your limits you fall a lot, and you usually land on your behind, so it wasn't unusual for me to be slammed on my butt fifteen times a day. But this was a big throw, and Lance thought I was under-rotating because he wasn't throwing me hard enough, so we kept trying, and he started to get mad at himself. We tried it and tried it, and he threw me harder and harder, but I was still under-rotating, so I just flew through the air farther and faster before I'd catch the edge, slam on my butt, slide across the ice and pile into the boards. After a while my behind was so sore and cold I was almost crying, and the rest of me was getting pretty sore and bruised from slamming into the boards, but by that time he was so choked at himself that he was beet red in the face. I wasn't even a girl to him at that point, just an object he couldn't seem to throw right, and I didn't want to tell him I wanted to stop because I was afraid he would get really mad at me.

"After fourteen tries he'd worn a hole in the ice at his launch point, and the ringette players had been gone for a while so we switched to the other end of the ice. And we go through the sequence, and he throws me. I must've gone twenty feet through the air. I land, catch the edge, slam really hard on my ass, slide feet first thirty feet across the ice and slam into the boards. The thing is, there's way more snow on the ice because of the ringette players than there ever is when we practice, and after I'd slid feet first across the ice for thirty feet I had a ten inch pile of snow piled up in front of my crotch, and it had forced it's way into the leg holes of my suit till it was just full. It was in my ass and in my pussy, and when I hit the boards I didn't have the leg strength to keep my crotch from hitting the boards too, so this snow just got slammed into me and into my ass. For a second I thought I'd lost my virginity to a lump of snow, and the bottom of my suit's just packed with it.

"Well, I just lost it. I started screaming and crying hysterically. I got to my feet, but I was freaking out so bad, all I can do is hop from one foot to the other and wave my hands in front of me and scream and cry. My whole bottom end was just burning aching pain and freezing cold.

"Lance skates over to me, and he's like; 'What's wrong, what is it?', but I'm just freaking so I can't tell him. I grab his shirtfront with both hands and bury my face in his chest and he starts to check me for injuries when he realizes what it is. I'm standing there up on the toes of my skates with my legs spread, leaning against him and crying, and he just reaches into the legs of my suit and starts to clean all the snow out of it. He cleaned all the snow out, he even got the bit that was inside me out with his fingertip. He never did anything about the snow that was shoved up my bum, but I don't think he realized it was there. He must've thought I was going to get frostbite or something, my skin must've felt really cold, 'cuz after he got all the snow out he started rubbing my pussy and ass really firmly, inside my suit, like he was trying to restore my circulation, and it was just what I needed. I was starting to get warm and it was feeling really good, when I realized that something was happening to me. It freaked me out so much I stopped crying, like suddenly, in the middle of a yell. He gave me another couple of rubs, and then it hit me.

"It was my first orgasm. My mind was totally blown because I had no idea what was happening to me. Of course Lance realized something was going on, so he stopped rubbing me. I wasn't into that, and before I realized it I was trying to rub myself against his hand. He whips his hands out of my suit like my pussy had zapped him with electricity. And then I, I... (oh God I can't believe I did this)... I started humping his leg. He starts freaking out, and telling me to get off him, and yelling about how if anybody sees this his life is ruined. I was totally ashamed of myself but I couldn't stop, and I started crying again. He tries to pull me off him but I won't let go, and he almost lost his balance, so then he gets mad at me. He starts spanking me, really pounding my totally aching butt, and yelling 'get the fuck off me, get the fuck off' over and over, and I just keep crying and rubbing myself on his leg and coming and coming. Finally he throws me off and I just lay there on my side on the ice for another minute or so, crying and rubbing my pussy with both hands till I finished coming. It was the most intense one I ever had, until tonight. He just stares at me till I'm done and skates off without a word.

"I masturbated for the first time that night, thinking about him rubbing me and spanking me, and every night after that for weeks. To this day no matter when I think about it, I feel a little ashamed, and a little excited. In fact, I think I'm gonna come right now..." And she did.

He held her gently and stroked her hair till she was done, and just when he was about to speak she said;

"And that's how I became submissive."

"What happened?" he asked her softly.

"What? How do you mean?" she asked.

"I mean, did you ever see him again?"

"Oh. Oh yah, we both showed up for practice the next day, but our coach knew something was wrong 'cuz me and Lance couldn't look each other in the face. I told her what happened with the throw, but I told her that I'd had to stop 'cuz I hurt so bad. I was covered in bruises. She went up one side of us and down the other. She called us stupid, stubborn shits for ever working on a new move without her knowledge and supervision. She asked him how the hell he could be such a cruel bastard as to throw a twelve-year-old girl into the boards fifteen times in a row. (I'd turned thirteen but I wasn't going to interrupt her) She asked me how I could be such a stupid, self-destructive little bitch as to let this galoot throw me into the boards fifteen times in a row. She started me on a new weight-training program so I could pull my arms in against more centrifugal force to spin faster. She started him working on throwing me with a higher rate of spin, instead of halfway across the arena. Two months later that move was the centerpiece of the routine that won us the state finals. And we never talked about what happened that day. Ever."

"Wow. Excellent. Did you go to the Olympics?"

"No." she laughed. "The next off-season Lance got his girlfriend pregnant. He quit school and went to work for his dad's plumbing company, now they have three kids, a house, and a pickup truck. I got these, and now I don't spin right any more." She lifted her breasts a little, let them drop with a bounce. "It's just as well, we wouldn't have made it anyway."

"What makes you say that?" he asked. "How do you know?"

"You can win the state championship if you work on it twenty to thirty hours a week." she stated. "You can't win an Olympic medal without forty to fifty hours of work a week, and you have to stay totally focused on skating at all times. I needed more in my life than just the inside of ice rinks. I don't regret it, I went as far with it as I should have. Besides, at that point there were over seven hundred pairs of skaters in the world ranked higher than us. To truly be the best in the world, God, you have no idea how hard that is in something that's judged objectively. I worked hard enough that I was good, damn good, but I never had that pure, child-prodigy talent to go with the work, and it takes both to win the gold."

"Hmmm." He took a long pause to try to sort his thoughts. "My mind is so blown, I don't know what to think. You keep making me feel two totally opposite things at the same time. In a way, I'm so glad I had you tell me all of that. Your adolescent crush, your first orgasm, your entire skating career, how you became submissive. More than I bargained for. Such a... personal... intimate? Intimate thing to share with me. I do feel like I know you a little. Understand you a little. And it makes me feel... safer. More comfortable. But on the other hand, I feel like I pried into your personal life, like I violated you a little."

"Wow." She said quietly. "That must be how you felt. When I told you about the, the investigation. Violated. Oh Corey, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." She started to cry.

"Hey, hey, it's alright. Really it is." he soothed. "I'm kind of surprised I feel this way, frankly, but it's all right. Look at me." He lifted her face with a finger under her chin. "I forgive you." She sniffed a couple of times.

"Really?" she asked.

"Really. And I'll never tell anyone what you told me, I promise. Do you forgive me?"

"Oh, thank you Corey, thank you." she sobbed her happiness into his shoulder. Tears still running down her face, she kissed her way up to his ear and whispered in it;

"I always forgive you, Corey. Unconditionally, in advance, for anything you do. Always."

"Shhh." he whispered quietly in her ear.

"It seems so strange." she whispered back. "That we've had this whole conversation. While we were having sex."

"Yah." he murmured. "Strange. Hang on."

He stood up, holding her close against him. She locked her ankles behind him, and laid her head back on his shoulder.

He began moving around the room with subtle movements like he was dancing with her, in a tango-ballroom kind of way. He hummed a complex and haunting melody in the flamenco scale.

She could feel his immensity moving inside her a little with every step he took, her clitoris rubbing against him with every bounce. It felt so good she wanted to make sure he felt something just as great. She tried to give his dick a little squeeze in time to his tune. She wasn't sure which muscles would feel the most effective to him, so she tried to squeeze him with her whole lower body. She couldn't flex or release very fast, so she tried doing each for two beats, and found her rhythm: Squeeze, and, release, and, squeeze, and, release, and... She began squeezing him with everything she had, butt, groin, and stomach muscles, exhaling strongly and flexing her whole body on the squeeze, inhaling deeply and relaxing totally on the release. It felt so good he could hardly continue, but he did.

He began stroking on the squeeze only; out slowly for two beats on the squeeze, hold it out for two beats on the release, in slowly for two beats on the squeeze, hold it in for two beats on the release, over and over. Then he added a big dip, and a deep tongue kiss with a firm hug, and repeated it every fourth measure. She began a low moaning on every exhale.

The thrusting urge came upon him again, suddenly, and this time he did not deny it. He turned her over roughly as he took four long, quick strides to the big armchair. He set her facing the back of the chair with her knees and shins on the arms, her hands on the chair back. He held her hips in an iron grip with his feet wide apart. He bent low over her back and began fucking her viciously, with every bit of energy his body possessed. He growled loudly and dangerously on every stroke, like a lion fighting another for a bone. He began leaning on her back, and she had to lower herself to her elbows. He thrust into her in a frenzy, with fast, full length strokes that impacted her enough to knock her body forward five inches with every one, only to have him pull her back for the next one.

He let go of her hips, and his every thrust lifted her knees from the arms of the chair, leaving her suspended in compression between her elbows on the chair back and her bum against him. She had to be careful to get her knees back on the chair arms when he pulled back, and had a hard time of it as she was so distracted by what she was feeling. He grabbed her breasts, squeezing, rubbing and pulling on them roughly; his strength only contained enough that he only hurt her a little. Her cries of passion climbed till she was at the top of her lungs, just pitched low enough to not be screams.

Something new happened to her then, an orgasm, but as different from any orgasm she'd ever had as her first orgasm had been different from all that had happened before. A flood of her fluids flowed from her, was squeezed from around his plunging cock to drip off his balls. She completely lost control of her motions as the pleasure drove her to the edge of sanity, collapsing to her chest on the chair-back as her body surrendered itself to convulsions.

He'd recognized the signs from the first tell tale flow around his dick, and suddenly he had the urge to give this girl all the stimulation her body could register, to try to completely overload her with sensation and pleasure. He laughed a growling, evil little chuckle deep in his chest. Still thrusting, he wrapped his arm around her, just under her breasts, and lifted her enough to tuck her knees together and lower them to the seat of the chair. Holding her torso upright and leaning back against him a little, he mauled her breasts with one hand and her pussy around his cock with the other, pressing hard with his fingers as he frantically rubbed her pubes and clitoris. He pulled his cock out till only the head was still in, then lifted his hips till his shaft forced it's way into the lower part of the crack of her ass, his shaft bent almost painfully up where the head was still stuck in her. To her, his cock felt like a log between her thighs. He slammed it into her from directly behind rather that below her. His cock almost buckled as the head slammed into her little G-spot in the front of her pussy, just behind her pubic bone, and finally skidded upward to make the biggest bump yet on her tummy slide right up almost to her belly button. His dick was bent upward at almost a right angle where it went into her, but he didn't care. In this position her pussy lips and her ass were getting maximum stimulation, squeezed so tightly around his cock by her closed thighs, and her g-spot got maximum stimulation on every stroke as his cock-head butted against it with all his rigidity. As his hands roughed her breasts and clit, his lips and tongue roughed her neck and ears. He could think of no more ways to simultaneously stimulate her.

As this novel new orgasm was blasting through her body, her clitoris seemed to explode, and her normal orgasm piled onto the one she was already having. It was far too intense for her to bear, she thought it was more intense than anyone could withstand. She felt a wave of panic seize her, and she knew she was about to freak out, to scream, to fight him, try to escape, make him stop any way she could. The last conscious, thinking part of her mind only had time to be shocked at the fact that she had no strength for this, before it too was swept away. She didn't even get her hands raised to chest height before the part of her brain in charge of motor control gave it up in the face of the irresistible waves of pleasure, and her arms fell weakly to her sides. She could only lean helplessly against him as he relentlessly stimulated her everywhere, driving her mind-shattering orgasms on without slowing, for forty thrusts or more. He later thought he could have kept her coming even longer, but it was not to be, as he felt his own orgasm quickly building.

In one quick movement he leaned her forward against his left arm, and with his right hand he grabbed her knees and flipped her over, his cock still deep inside her. He pulled her close and let her legs settle open around his torso. He kissed her hard enough to push her head all the way back and thrust his tongue as far down her throat as he could push it, while at the same time he thrust the middle finger of his right hand all the way inside her little bum hole and supported some of her weight on that hand. He thought that at that moment nothing could reach her mind through the sheeting waves of orgasm she was experiencing, but the simultaneous and sudden invading penetrations of her mouth and her asshole sent her into whining spasms. He wanted her to feel absolutely and completely full of him everywhere, and she did. Her pussy felt even tighter from the tension in the flesh around her tender little bum hole. Keeping his left forearm firm against her back, he slid that hand up till he could cup her head, and support it against his thrusting kiss.

He began frantically thrusting into her with short, three inch strokes in all her places at once, as hard as he could. Simultaneously drawing out his tongue, cock, and finger, only to slam them in again all at once. And his climax was upon him.

Again and again his body pumped his seed into her tender pussy, and each time he forced his penetrations into her everywhere, relentlessly, for longer than he thought a man could come, and still it went on. Finally his knee shook, and he knew he didn't have long before he lost so much control of his body that he would no longer be able to stand.

As his balls gave up their last mighty spurt he staggered backwards far enough to land on the bed. He dropped onto it flat on his back, because at the last second he was afraid that if he sat down too hard on it, he might catch one of her legs under him. They impacted hard, and her head banged against his chest. She turned her head far enough that she caught most of it on her cheekbone and forehead, but still hurt her nose a little bit. They bounced almost a foot off the springy mattress, and hit again, and lay there in boneless exhaustion.

They were both covered in sweat, with their hair plastered to their skin, and breathing with deep, gulping gasps. Every once in a while, one of them would get an aftershock and shiver, triggering a shivering aftershock in the other. Finally she mumbled into his chest;

"That's it, right? Please tell me you don't have anything more intense than that waiting for me. That one was about all I could stand."

"No," he said thoughtfully. "At least, I don't think so..."

"Oh." she paused, "Wow Corey, when you danced with me, that was the most romantic lovemaking in the world. I couldn't help but think of how many million girls were dreaming of dancing with you, or being serenaded by you, or making love to you, right at that very moment, and I was the only one that was, out of all those girls in the whole world. And then that glorious fuck you gave me after, wow, that must've been the most wild, passionate, animal sex any woman ever had."

"Yes, I think so..." he said thoughtfully. She was momentarily surprised at his lack of modesty, but then realized he was teasing her.

"Oh you..." she said with a giggle, giving him a playful slap on the chest. "I can't believe you're still hard. I can't believe your finger's still up my bum. Will you move it for me? Just a little, I'm still pretty sensitive..."

He slowly slid it halfway out, and back in just as slowly. He kept gently stroking her like that.

"Mmmm, that's nice." she purred. "I can't believe how much I like having things up my bum. I never put anything up there before, not even my finger. I didn't think I was going to like it. But when you pushed your tongue into me there, and wiggled it around, ooh, that was good. And your finger is so big, it's like another cock sliding inside me there. Fucking me in the ass." She giggled.

"You kinda get off on talking dirty, don't you?" he asked her quietly.

"Yah, kinda." she said. "I never used to. I always thought it killed the romance, sounded abusive, you know? I still don't think I'd like to hear you doing it, but tonight I've enjoyed saying it. I guess I just hafta be in the mood."

"I've always felt the same way." he said. "But there's something about the way you say it, so softly and hesitantly in your young little voice, that really does it for me."

She lifted her face and smiled at him mischievously.

"Oh yah?" she said, as softly and as hesitantly as she could, "Well, maybe if you do this to me every day, push your fingers inside my little bum, like you were fucking my behind with them, then maybe pretty soon I'll really be able to take it, and then you'll really be able to put it in me there, to... to fuck my little ass with your big cock. All of it. All the way up my ass. Hard. Mmmm..." She laid her head back on his chest and reached down to rub her sore little clitoris.

"Wow. You really are insatiable, aren't you?" he asked in wonderment.

"Mmm hmm." she agreed. "And how 'bout you? How many of your girlfriends ever asked you to stop before you wanted to?"

He thought about it for a few seconds.

"Well, all of them I guess."

"Mmm hmm." she agreed again. "All of them. And how many did it fairly regularly. Not all the time, but regularly."

"Wow. I never realized that before. All of them."

"Of course you never realized it before." she told him matter-of-factly. "You're far too nice and considerate a guy for that. I'm sure you know you have a higher than average sex drive, but I doubt you realize just how exceptional you are. Now me, I can masturbate sixteen hours a day just looking at your picture. I don't know how long I can make love, since we're setting my only record right now, but I'd never ask you to stop. Even if I was so sore it was making me cry, I'd keep going as long as you wanted me to, because I know I'd just keep coming, and coming, and coming..."

"You know, I never really... let loose... with a girl before." he said. "Just did whatever I wanted, as soon as I thought of it. I never realized how much I've always... I donno... held back, I guess. It makes me wonder whether I've ever really been satisfied, or whether I was just fooling myself."

"I hope you're not satisfied." she giggled. "I might want some more in a little while."

He was only about three-quarters hard, but he was hard enough to give her a quick, hard little thrust, and she whistled a breath in between her teeth.

"And you're going to get it, too, you beautiful little temptress." he told her. "But that's not what I mean. Right now, I feel completely satisfied, fulfilled, I guess. If we had to stop right now, I'd be feeling it for days."

'I think you'll be feeling me for days!' she thought to herself, and giggled.

Suddenly she realized that she had been taking it for granted that this would be so. An awful realization hit her, that even though he had accepted her into his bed, she had no assurance that he would accept her into his life. A fear of rejection sparked in her, and grew quickly into as powerful a fear as she had ever experienced.

Her head snapped up and she looked at him wildly.

"Hey, Amanda, what is it?" he asked, concerned. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"You're going to keep me, aren't you Corey?" she asked desperately. "I mean, you wouldn't just leave me here when you go, would you? I mean I've been good to you, haven't I?" She tried not to cry, only partially succeeding. "Oh God, Corey, please tell me you'll keep me! I'll give you anything, you can have all my stuff, I'll be your slave, you can do anything you want to me, I'll... , you can... Oh God, Corey, I've got nothing else to offer you! And I don't even have the right to ask, 'cuz you hardly know me!" She lay her head down and cried uncontrollably into his chest.

He stroked her hair and opened his mouth to speak. He began to say 'Of course I'm going to keep you, Amanda. Nothing will ever keep us apart.' but just before the first syllable emerged from his mouth, a huge thought flashed it's way across his mind like a headline. It said: THIS IS GOING TO CHANGE YOUR ENTIRE LIFE!!!

He closed his mouth and forced himself to ignore her crying so he could try to concentrate on the facts. He tried to consider everything he knew about her, every way she could impact his life and his career, everything that could be great about being with her, and everything that could go wrong. Finally he looked down at her crying hysterically on his chest, naked, his cock still inside her, his finger still gently stroking inside her ass. He considered how she made him feel; all the ways she made him feel.

When it was all done, he was relieved to find the decision so easy, it was no decision at all.

Meanwhile she had taken his silence as bad news, and assumed the worst. She cried piteously, like one who has lost all hope. He took his finger out of her bum and washed his hands with the cloth from the bowl. He sat up slowly and took her head gently between his hands, tilted her face back and kissed her crying mouth as softly as he could. She opened her eyes to see his smile.