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Face (Sex, Power, Love) Ch. 04-05

byEricDumuzi©

Eric and Gina: Chapter 4

And so the love affair of Gina and Eric took another twisted step. Yes, it was a love affair, not a sweet romance, but as close to love as either of them could manage. Although their relationship was as unequal as possible, in a warped way they were perfect compliments, like a fist in a tight leather glove.

(At this point, we must temporarily leave our story. For very good reasons, this site does not permit description of adolescent sex. However, a complete elucidation of human personality, especially regarding sexuality, requires an understanding of how the adult emerges from the adolescent. If the reader wants this part of Eric and Gina's back-story, they must search for it. Suffice it to say Eric was popular and promiscuous.Gina was a distant loner. Eric's best friend and partner was a chubby girl named Veronica who, to be near the charismatic Eric, advised him in the art of seduction. Then the sociopathic Eric left for college, dumping Veronica without a thought or a goodbye. Living a thousand miles away, Gina was the gorgeous target of every boy's desire. However, she was pathologically shy, and so she withdrew into her private world of art and fantasy. Now we return to the lead edge of the narrative as Eric and Gina's adult lives play out. The story continues...)


Face It Chapter 5

"So Eric, did you drink all of it? I wouldn't want a mess on the couch." Gina shoved my face out of her cunt and checked the cushions for dampness.

"Good boy, it's nice and dry. You did an excellent job of sucking up all of my pussy juice...and his goo. There was a lot, wasn't there honey tongue? Oh, don't look so sad. You want to please me, right? Every woman should have a male tongue at her disposal. Face it my obedient tongue pet, giving face is all you're any good for, but at least you're good at that. Your tongue is soft and sensitive, yet strong and thick, and it is has absorbed its cunt lapping lessons well. Maybe I'll give up strange cock all together and just stick with your tongue...well, not really." Gina laughed heartily at her stupid, cruel joke. As cold and mean as Gina could be, she laughed a lot, and I cherished her laugh. But my heart was breaking.

"My, my, look at that big hard dick. Does that mean you still love me? Yeah, I think so. But maybe it just means you like cleaning another guy's cream out of my pussy. Was it yummy? Or maybe you've got that big hardon because you like sticking your face into my juicy hole, or maybe just the humiliation turns you on? Poor Eric, you're all mine now. You have no idea how much fun I am going to have with you. Let's see, did you make a mess on the floor? That big cock of yours didn't squirt all over, did it? I guess not. See, you can be a good boy when you try, when you accept your place."

Gina was having her fun with me. I thought, "Its ok darling; I love you. Use me."

"Ah, but what to do about that hardon? I cannot believe I once let you put that thing inside of me. Don't get me wrong, I still like cock, big, hard cocks deep inside, and I will enjoy lots of them, but with real men, not you. Look at that thing, that desperate piece of meat, my good soldier standing at attention waiting for orders. I suppose you want me to let you come? Sorry, that is not happening. Not now, maybe not ever. How long has it been now, three weeks right? You poor thing, your nasty mistress hasn't let you come in three weeks. No wonder that thing's so hard.

"But you did promise to be my pussy sucking slave boy, right? That means no more fucking. Not with me for sure. But don't despair; it could be that one of my girl friends will want to use your cock. You are a pretty boy and that big cock might look like a treat to some girls, the weak, horny, cock starved type. So maybe one of my girl friends will use you for something other than face. I might let her, we'll see. But it could just be that your fucking days are over, not counting tongue fucking of course. That's what being a cunt sucking slave is all about."

I was hopelessly lost in her spell. I knelt before Gina still dressed, except my pants were pulled down to my knees. My cock jutted out below my disheveled suit jacket. I could not resist surrendering to her humiliating abuse. I craved more, more, and even more. How did she make me pine for her cruelty? I tempted my tormenter, "Yes Gina, thank you. Thank you for using my face. Thank you for letting me clean your pussy. I hate the thought of another man's come inside of you. But my balls ache they're so full. Please, may I touch myself so that I can come?"

I knew this would annoy Gina. I halfheartedly hoped my begging might amuse her and that my full embrace of this appalling disgrace might have earned me a reprieve from her regime of denial. Gina had taught me the ritual of begging for permission to masturbate while kneeling at her feet. It had been my only relief for months, but for the past three weeks, Gina would not permit even that.

I had disobeyed early in Gina's rein of orgasm management by jacking off when she was out. Somehow, she knew, and she punished my transgression with an intense barrage of verbal abuse, and threats to abandon me. From then on she hefted my balls when she got home, claiming she could tell if I had masturbated. Her examinations ended with a painful squeeze and a warning slap to my sack, "Good boy, there full and juicy." I was too deep under her spell to doubt or disobey.

"Let you beat off? No. No orgasms for you. No fucking way. You may not play with that dirty thing. You agreed to be governed by me, and so now a new rule. Not only may you not touch yourself without permission, and you may not even beg for permission. Got it? Live with it, cunt sucker. I'm sick of your whining.

"Orgasms make you lazy. Frustration spawns diligence and obedience. And you need to be more diligent, more dedicated to serving me. You need to extinguish your selfish, perverted desires. All you every think about is yourself and your ever-ready dick. You say you will serve, but I have my doubts. You're a weak, self-indulgent slut boy. Obedience must be total, immediate, and reflexive." Gina snapped her fingers. I bowed, my eyes teared, and my mouth watered. My balls ached.

"You will serve my comfort, anticipate my whims, vanish when I am bored with you, and be at my feet whenever a fleeting urge to use you floats across my mind. So don't bore me. I know your big bad balls are full of juice and you ache to empty them. That's way I like it; that will be your permanent condition. Those heavy balls are just going to swing in their pendulous sack, driving you mad, twisting that need to spill into a need to serve. So don't whine or I will throw you out. Now, let's see if you have been listening. Repeat the new rule."

"I may not masturbate without permission, and I may not ask for permission. I will obey. Thank you for the new rule. Thank you for being strict goddess. I need that, thank you." Gina was right; the aching load in my ball sack demanded deeper submission more abuse. She was right; that weight dragged me down, down toward some fearful abyss.

"You should thank me for my instruction, and I like being called goddess. You should express your gratitude more often. I have discussed your situation with several knowledgeable friends and they all agree that denying orgasms is an excellent technique for strengthening the instinct to obey in submissive males. But don't despair. I may let you come eventually, but at a time and in a manner of my choosing, and only if you are a good boy, of course."

A dry lump of anxiety throbbed in my throat. "Friends?" The reminder that the there was a world other than Gina blindsided me. "She told others what she is doing to me?" I was on the verge of tears. "Why I am agreeing to this. But this sick surrender to Gina is hypnotic; I need her tyranny. Can the denial of fulfillment fulfill? My balls are so full they might burst. Gina has thrown me into a pit. Is there release at the bottom? Is there a bottom? But she is right; the longer she keeps me on the edge, the further I fall, and the further I fall the deeper and darker my need to submit becomes. I am lost."

Gina's harangue was unrelenting, "Now that you have agreed to be my permanent cunt sucking slave, it's time for you to meet a special friend. Anna is a renaissance woman; she knows more about more things than anyone I know. She especially knows men and their proper use. One of her many interests is relationship consulting, couples counseling. Anna is a real expert in teaching men to respect women, and she said she might accept you as a patient. It will take much more than simple promises to make you into a truly respectful submissive. I know you're a lying pussy hound that would say anything to get what it wants when it is in heat. Strict obedience training is required. Your disorder must be treated.

"So tonight we are going to visit Anna for an evaluation. If she accepts you as a patient, we will begin a course of treatment. Dr. Anna has the cure, healing through service, an intense male training program in the art of serving women. There is hope for you. But if she doesn't accept you, well, I guess I'll find for someone better suited to be my cunt licker. I have a couple of other guys in mind if you don't work out. But hopefully Anna accepts you and forces you to become exactly what I want.

"You are pretty enough, and seeing you down there on your knees I think you just might have the natural instinct necessary for your new position in life. I think Anna will appreciate your potential, that is, if you behave. You will behave won't you? You are not going to embarrass me in front of my friend, right? You will show Anna that you are the kind of boy who wants to learn to respect women properly, right? Promise?"

"I will do anything to please you Gina. I will try to be good and become what you wish."

"I hope so, because if you fuck up I will hurt you, hurt you badly. Then I will leave you. Understand? But I think this will work out just right. I know you; I know what you need. You will do whatever it takes to interest Anna because she is a beautiful woman, and you are a hopeless flirt. But more importantly, she just the kind of woman your secret soul desires—a very, very strong woman.

"Now let's get ready for Anna. Follow me to the bedroom. Crawl."

Gina's lovely ass rolled away, her tight turtleneck clinging to her slim body like a little black dress. I could just make out the fold where her naked legs met her perfect ass, the nexus of my desire, my nirvana. The hypnotizing undulation gestured to me, easing my anxiety. I salivated, the lump in my throat slacked, and I crawled behind.

Gina walked to the dresser she had appropriated as her own and looked into the mirror, checking her make-up, primping, and admiring herself. She placed her hands on the dresser, leaned forward, spread her legs, and arched her back. The turtleneck rode up over the curve of her ass. I thrilled at the sight. Gina's buttocks opened slightly; below her slit peeked through the furrow in the dark kinky hair.

Gina had introduced ceremonial ass kissing during the past weeks of total servitude. I crawled to my position. On my knees, hands patient at my side, my face inches from the smooth skin of Gina's flawless ass I waited for Gina's command. "Open it up, but just look; don't touch me with your tongue." I gently spread Gina's ass cheeks revealing her pink, puckering anus. Her aroma swaddled me. "It's been a long day running around, shopping, visiting friends, fucking. It was all quite exhausting. My asshole needs to be cleaned. Is all sweaty and stinky?"

I lied, "No, Gina. You smell great. May I please lick it?"

"Well Eric darling, I'm not sure. Can you do a good job? I thought all of the practice you've had would have made your tongue stronger, but last time I was quite disappointed that you didn't get that tongue in deeper. I don't think you properly appreciate the honor of serving me. So try a harder. Dig in. Eat."

Gina giggled and thrust her ass into my face. With a long slurping stroke, I lapping her full length from slit through crack. Then I fixated on Gina's anus—tasting, messaging, exploring. I cleaned the tiny exterior folds then, with squirming, insistent thrusts, plunged my tongue into the slick inner entry. Gina waggled her bottom in a slow rhythmic dance while I followed her smooth motion, glued to her hole.

Gina pressed back against my face and strained. Her anus bulged. Permission granted. I drove into her, pumping my tongue, simulating a sinuous little cock. Gina's breathe pulsed with intensifying sexual arousal. Tongue fucking her tight ass was much harder than tonguing her deep juicy cunt. I drove as deeply as I could manage. I opened my mouth, placed my lips her skin and sucked to gain leverage. My tongue soon ached from the effort. Twisting, lapping, and swirling, my tongue wormed its way past the tight squeeze of Gina's sphincter. I agonized that I couldn't reach deeper, that my tongue wasn't longer and stronger, and that my face didn't have a true cock to satisfy my love. I despaired to demonstrate my gratitude.

All the while Gina languidly frigged her clit while admiring herself in the mirror.

Suddenly Gina stopped, turned, and grabbed me by the hair on the back of my head. She forced my face back and looked intently down into my face. "Enough. It's clean. A decent attempt, but you've a lot to learn." I looked up into Gina's mesmerizing eyes. "Your tongue is a pathetic excuse for a cock." She smiled and spit directly into my face.

"Stand and get naked." Gina pushed me away, carried her wine to the bed, and relined. Gina critiqued as I stripped for her, "You have a nice body. Anna likes men with slim, muscular bodies. Put your hands behind your head. Spread your legs, suck in your gut; chest out; arch your back; eyes down. Good, a very nice pose. Anna is going to love you; she is going to love this piece of man meat I am bringing to her. And you are going love Anna's strict course of instruction. Enough, I'm getting bored with you. Go draw a bath. I need to clean your slaver off. Get out of my sight."

Leaning back and taking up her wine, Gina waved her hand and sent me away. I fretted, "Get her bath. Yes, dear, of course. But who is this Anna? Gina has been discussing me with her, and she set up an appointment for an evaluation. What's next? Gina said a strict course of instruction. What more is there to learn; what more can they make me do? Gina has already made this appointment? How did she know I would agree to this outrageous demand, especially after she fucked another man and stuck my face into her cunt dripping with his come? If I refused, would she take him to be her slave instead? What has she told this Anna about me?

"Gina talked to other women about me too, talked about making me a more submissive male. How long has this been going on? What more can I do? Will I be shown to these other women? Will Gina show me to them like dog in a pet show? It is one thing to play the role of Gina's slave here in private, but to be embarrassed in front of other women?

"This Anna is a couples counselor or a relationship guru. What does that mean, is she some sort of pop shrink? Gina told Anna what I am, what I do for her. How can I face that woman? Anna teaches men to respect woman. Does that mean Anna will be a partner in our sex games? I don't want other women to see me like this.

"These are dangerous sex games; just with Gina I am lost; what will this Anna do to me? I have surrendered my body and my soul to Gina. She has taken my home; she has somehow taken my job; she has wrecked what was my life. She has just made me eat another man's come out of her cunt. I am so revolted with myself I could wretch, but she wants more. I want more; I want to give more, but what more can I give. What more can Gina take? What more can this Anna scrape out of me"

I knelt on the hard wet floor by the tub as it filled with hot water and the bathroom clouded with steam. Gina padded naked across the floor and eased into the water without a ripple of acknowledgement of my attendance.

In the sultry fog, I dreamed:

She is a magic water nymph floating in a warm pool. Her dark eyes gaze off into nothing, seeing things beyond my understanding. Her slim legs converge at the dark thatch cloaking my shrine. Her slender arms coil over her shoulders, fingers entwine behind her graceful neck, slick streams of black hair flow upon a face so lovely I might cry. She closes her eyes and sees yet deeper. She stretches; her finely muscled back arches; her grace enthralls...

A she-cat slinks through a labyrinth of shadows below a sun-dappled rainforest drowning in humidity. The heated feline slips into the shady flow of a jungle stream warm and thick as blood, transforming into a serpentine river spirit.

Her large dark nipples swell to an erection upon her ideal body. The water idol is oblivious to her servant kneeling by the edge of her tranquil pool. A bead of moisture runs to the edge of her dreaming eye, hangs, then, races down her flawless cheek. She shimmers.

Worry troubles my reverie. Steaming water fogs the air; mist clogs my sight; clouds muddle my soggy judgment. I knell eyes downcast, cock rock hard, unfulfilled. How did my life come to this?

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