This is the first part of a story under construction. Anyopinions would be most welcome.
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Have you ever wondered what it's like to be awoman? I doubt you have. You enjoy a positionof power and control that few women ever experience.You revel in stature and status that is given toyou as a birthright. Do men understand this innatesuperiority? Do men recognize the power they have?I know most of them use it, but do they question it,analyze it, turn it over and over in their minds? And it comes as no surprise that few women evendream of seizing this power for themselves. Fewwomen realize that their femininity can be aspersuasive a weapon as the natural power of maleness.If men are the hereditary oppressors, as contemporaryfeminism would have you believe, then women have beentheir willing toadies. There is power in femaleness.There is a secret influence that women can wield. Most women never suspect this. Have you ever wanted to experience the other side ofthe coin, then? I have. As a woman I have hungeredto feel as though I am the unquestioned master. Haveyou ever wanted to submit, to feel as though you existand behave as the consequence of another's wishes? Yes. I simplify. I oversimplify, perhaps, but inquestions of sexual politics it is sometimes moreeffective to use a blunt tool than it is to use asharp one. I want you to understand me. I am not one of these unsuspecting lackeys thatmake you comfortable. I reject that position. Ido not style myself as your equal--this time I amyour superior. I want to know how that feels, tocontrol and manipulate as you, quintesentially male,have done without thought. And you look at me with raised eyebrows--onebeautiful dark brow shoots up as I tell you quietlythat you are to take off your clothes. You laugh,then realize that I'm not smiling. You realize thatthis isn't one of our playful moments. You realizethat this is somehow different. You do as you are told. You take off your clothes,item by item. I watch as your body emerges from itsprotective cocoon, and, as always, I am moved. Thistime, however, I maintain a position of bored hauteur.How many times have you remained unmoved by mynakedness? I want you to know how it feels. I wantyou to be me. And your skin is smooth, white and fragile-lookingin the dimness of the room. You look somehowvulnerable, penis not yet erect, puzzled look onyour face. I like this. I like knowing that Ihave thrown you off-balance. I like knowing thatthe exercise has begun. And will you do as you're told? "Lie on the bed," I tell you, my tone neither playfulnor soft, but impersonal and cool. There is a lessonto be learned, you see, and I choose not to cloud itwith tenderness. Your lips curve as you begin toprotest, and I curtail the flow of words before theybegin. "You will do as you are told. Otherwise,you will be punished." You start to speak, chuckling slightly, perhapsa bit nervous. "Hey, you're in charge, then." "Correct," I answer, neither sharing nor acknowledgingyour amusement. "Here are the rules. You will notspeak unless you are spoken to. You will not moveunless requested to. You will address me as yourmistress, and you will function as my slave. Isthat clear?" You look puzzled, but I can see the beginnings ofarousal as your upper chest begins to flush pinkin the dimness. "Yes, mistress." And you still think this is a game, don't you?You are playing along, humoring me, but that isn'tenough. I desire your submission and compliance,and I will have it. "Lie on the bed," I tell you. "On your back, armsand legs spread." You move to obey me. This isgood. As you participate, the playful mood willleave you. I plan to make sure of that. You arrangeyourself on the bed, with your legs slightly partedand your arms reaching above your head towards thebars of the headboard. Turning my back on you, Iopen the top drawer of the bureau and withdraw twosets of handcuffs, modified by the substitution oflong chains for the shorter ones. As I turn, yousee me holding them and your whole body stiffensin apprehension. You and I have toyed with restraints before, scarvesand stockings, loosely tied. But this is somethingdifferent, and the symbolism of the handcuffs incomparison to the fabric ties is as powerful as theactuality. These are stronger, more definite,certainly more menacing. Certainly more erotic. With no hesitation I affix the first set of cuffsto your ankles, passing the chain between the barsof the footboard. Any movement on your part willcause the cuffs to pinch your skin uncomfortably,but you have been instructed not to move. It isreally in your best interests to remain still.As I turn to attend to your wrists, your handscome down to stroke my breasts in the teasingmanner that you know I always crave. Oh, not this time. My tone is deliberate andlow: "You have been commanded not to move withoutmy permission. This is a warning. The next timeyou misbehave, you will be punished." Smilinguncertainly, you withdraw your hands and returnthem to the headboard as I resume the task ofbinding you. Really, it is a pleasure. You are now secured and I stand to survey my work.You are incomparably beautiful, impossibly helpless.Your skin is now covered with the flush of arousal,though I can still see uncertainty and apprehensionon your face. I think it is time to reassure you.I bend to kiss your lips, brushing them only gentlywith my own, the first gesture of affection yet.Your tongue hurries to meet mine, and I move awayfrom you with a warning glance. Careful. Careful. "It's time to begin," I tell you calmly, and yousmile once again, certain that the lesson you willbe taught will be a pleasant one. It will be, forme. And I hope that you will be a willing, eagerpupil. That, however, remains to be seen. Carefuldiscipline will ensure your cooperation, that muchis certain. I kneel on the bed next to your prone form, lookingyou up and down with a calculating glance. Alreadymy dominance is beginning to excite me; seeing thepeachy tint of your skin and your partially erectpenis curving against the flatness of your bellyhas always moved me, but never in such a proprietary,gloating manner. As I imagine mounting you andpossessing you thoroughly, feeling you withhold yourclimax until I instruct you to fill me with yourheat, I become impatient. It seems that I have a few lessons to learn as well. I look at you at length, waiting until I have masteredthe wave of arousal that threatens momentarily toundermine my authority. Then I begin. "You'll be a good slave, won't you?" I ask you softly,testing the efficacy of my training. You nod vigorously,becoming intrigued with what you think is a game. "Youwill speak when I ask you a question," I inform you."Now, you will be a good slave, won't you?" I repeat,directing the warmth of my breath into your ear. "Yes, mistress," you answer, and I can tell that youfeel a bit silly, a bit self-conscious. This, too, willchange once you become fully entrenched. I'm sure ofit. Because my fingers suddenly move to your nipples,pinching them hard between thumb and forefinger. "Good," I whisper, squeezing the pink buttons, not quiteenough to hurt, but enough to remind you of your position.And your nipples are uncommonly sensitive, rather likemy own--usually you become erect with only a few passesof my fingertips. And as I watch you, I can see thatsuch an abrupt approach has the same effect: your penisquickly becomes stiff as I roll your nipples betweenmy fingers, pulling them gently, watching your reactionat my leisure. Your eyes are closed now, and your mouth opens in a sighof pleasure. "Mistress?" you ask, and I am so pleasedthat you remembered my new title that I permit you aquestion. "Must I remain silent?" "No," I assure you, stroking your now-tender nipplesidly. "Sounds of pleasure are entirely appropriate." As I play with your nipples more, you become restlessand start to shift on the bed, unconsciously movingyour hips in a steady rhythm. This displeases me;you do have explicit instructions not to move. "You've been instructed not to move," I remind you."I warned you before. Do you understand that youhave disobeyed my orders?" Your eyes widen in surprise. I can tell that you hadn'teven noticed the motions; they were purely instinctual.That, however, is no excuse. For me to control you,you must learn to control yourself. "Yes--mistress," you answer hesitantly, and I can seethat you want to offer some explanation. I can alsosee that you know that it will not be allowed. Good.You are learning. "You have disobeyed me, and I will have to punishyou. Do you understand?" "Yes, mistress." You answer this question more readily,and you seem almost eager, and curious, to see howI will chastise you. My fingers caress your nipples slowly and gently,returning you to the peak of arousal once more. Youreyes close in pleasure, and you seem to think thepunishment has been forgotten. But I remove onehand from your nipples and strike you on the cheek,hard. You gasp in shock and your eyes fly open. You didn'texpect this from me, did you? I have always beenso gentle--did I hurt you? I did. But I see that yourpenis is now fully erect, and it looks almost painfullyhard. "You won't disobey me again, will you, slave?"I purr, stroking your chest once more. "No, mistress," you answer, panting. "Whatever you ask." Whatever I ask. Good. I want you inside me, but itwill be at my convenience. I think of the times you havesatisfied yourself with my body, leaving me unfulfilled.I think of your helplessness and your utter submission,chained before me. I think of your fast heartbeat andthe red mark my hand has made on your cheek. I thinkof the hunger in your eyes as you look at me, and Iam ready. I am damp and warm from this short lesson, and I standto remove my clothing. You watch me as I undress, andI make my movements purposefully lascivious to temptyou more. In other situations you would run your handsup and down my body as I disrobed, squeezing andprobing in your impatience to have me beneath you.I mimic your motions with my own hands. "You want totouch me, don't you?" I taunt you, recognizing the covetouslook you direct towards me as I slide my hands over mysmall, firm breasts, pinching my own nipples as I hadyours. With one hand I reach between my thighs andstroke myself, feeling the slick warmth of my surfaces,imagining the eager pink hue that I take on when aroused.I masturbate as you lie there, unable to move or to takepart. I am tempted to continue to orgasm, but I can dothat whenever I please. Having you chained to my bedis not an opportunity I choose to take lightly. I straddle you then, and lean over so that my breasts arejust above your face. "Lick my nipples, slave," I commandyou. "Just use your tongue." Eagerly you comply, and Iplace my hands on my shoulders to steady myself as thedelicious warmth of your tongue strokes me in just theright way. I lower my hips so that I can feel yourhardness against me--I am not yet ready for you toenter me. I want you to feel the frustration that Isometimes feel. I want you to whimper in anticipation. Your tongue flutters over one nipple, then the other. Thesoft wetness is pleasing to me, and I hum my approval asI guide to your mouth first one breast, then the other.At the same time, I slide myself along the length of yourshaft, feeling you grow slick with my moisture. I amgrowing more impatient, and increase the pressure andspeed of my movements so that the head of your extendedpenis slips over my clitoris. I imagine myself openinglike a flower as I become more excited, and I visualizethe way you must look now, engorged and tight, withthe velvety head shiny and wet. I think about themoisture your own body produces as you become moreintensely aroused, that pearly drop of liquid thatquivers as your pulse throbs there. And your lips have now closed around my nipple,beginning a delicious sucking that makes me gasp--a nip of the teeth now and then, how well you know. "Slave," I say, and you understand my warning: youhave not been permitted that intimacy. I brieflyconsider a punishment for your unwelcome initiative,but decide that it is not warranted. Really, you aredoing quite well for such a new pupil. I am ready now to take you inside me. As I havemoved myself against your erection I have comecloser and closer to orgasm, and I know that themoment I bring my body down upon yours I willno longer need to hold back. Angling my body, Iguide the head of your penis to my opening, andwith one smooth motion I slide down onto you,taking you inside me deeply and fully. And my wetness holds you close, like the friendlyembrace I been withholding from you. I feel theheat and hardness as you throb impatiently withinme, and I know it is taking a great deal of restraintfor you to remain still and silent. How long can youmaintain such an obedient attitude? I wait. I wait for you to move, and you do not. Youlook up at me with a proud gleam in your eye: yourcompliance has been noted and met with approval.For that I am willing to reward you. Raising myhips, I let my full weight carry me down onto yourerection again. I know you've always liked this,you see. "I will use you for my own pleasure," Itell you, and you smile as I come down upon youonce more. You've always liked this. I become more and more excited as I watch youbehave so submissively; to have such control isimmensely arousing to me. I ride you slowlyand deeply, adjusting my position so that thetip of your penis strokes me in precisely theright places. My speed increases as I become lostin my own pleasure, lost in using you as a toolto obtain my orgasm. And it comes, lurking with a menacing intensity,then bursting forth like a gorgeous surprise. Mybody shudders around you as I continue my hard,deep strokes. I come again and again, riding youwith a determination that is perfect in its single-mindedness. Your lower body is covered with mywetness, and I notice the scent of my arousal asI slow my motions, panting from my exertions. The contractions of my climax subside slowly, andI open my eyes to see you smiling at me, a lewd,joyous smile that is deliciously wicked. I'm notsure I like that smile, though, and, since my pleasureis complete, I quickly disengage our bodies so thatyour penis, still hard and long, slides wetly from meto rest against your belly. I admire its rosy redagainst the whiteness of your skin. Your eyes have widened in deprivation. "Mistress,please!" "Please? Please what, slave?" I ask, assuming anindifference now that I have obtained my ownsatisfaction. "Please, mistress--fuck me some more!" Yourtone speaks of urgency, of your eagerness to beenveloped in my warm confines once again. "Do you want to come?" I ask you softly, and asI speak to you your hips sway in deprivation. "Yes! Oh, yes!" You are moving in earnest now,and I am no longer interested in depriving youof some sort of satisfaction since I have had my own.But I will not furnish the means to attain it. You arenow responsible for your own orgasm. I fetch the key to the cuffs from the bureau, andI loosen the cuffs at your wrists. Taking your handin my own, I guide it to your erection, wrapping yourfingers around the shaft to make my intention clear."You may pleasure yourself now, slave. But you maynot come until you have gained my permission." You briefly manage a disappointed look before thepressure of your own hand begins to provide somestimulation. My slickness is still enough to furnishlubrication, so your tightened fingers slide easilyover your hardness. I watch you caress yourself,becoming excited once more. Your sounds areintoxicating--I love the soft grunts and sighs youproduce as you stroke your erection. My own handsteals downward as I watch you, and I slide myfingers inside myself, mesmerized by the motionsof your body as you masturbate. Your whole body begins to quiver as your releaseapproaches. "May I come now, mistress?" you plead,thrusting strongly into the warm tunnel formed byyour fingers. "Not yet, slave," I answer, and a look of utter despaircrosses your beautiful tense features. "First I want youto taste me." And my words have the desired effect: I know that ittakes a monstrous effort for you not to erupt justthen. But the motion of your hand slows, and I positionmyself appropriately, with my hips straddling yourshoulders. "You may begin," I tell you, loweringmyself against your lips. Your tongue steals out and licks me with urgency. Iimagine being in your position, under a woman asyou are, and I wonder what it must be like to kissher so intimately. As your tongue stabs at myclitoris with increasing fervor, I feel the pressurebuilding within me once more, and I direct you,"Put your tongue inside me." Instantly your tongueis driven deep inside me, and the delicious thrustingpropels me closer and closer as my fingers tug atmy hardened nipples. And I can tell by the muffled sounds that you makethat you are nearing your climax once more. Just asI feel the explosive pleasure begin to radiate from theinsistent probing of your tongue, I whisper, "You maycome now, slave." With a loud groan, your body tightens, though you tryvaliantly to continue the movements of your mouth.You quiver and gasp in release, and the pumping motionof your hand stops abruptly. I move away from youjust in time to see your penis as it produces that hot,whitish fluid that signals your satisfaction. And you breathe hard, and your chest rises and fallsfor several moments as the force of your releasesubsides. "You have been a good slave," I purrapprovingly, and I just catch your smile beforeI bend to lick the semen from your skin. I relishyour taste, love the heat of you. Once I have finished, I unlock the cuffs from yourankles, and you stretch luxuriously, bending yourjoints to remove the stiffness. "Thank you, slave,"I whisper, returning to your lips for a final kiss. "Yes, mistress," you sigh, closing your eyes with agentle smile of pleasure.
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