Power Plays Ch. 02

It was amazing how fast I had been turned into an orgasm machine. I was coming several times a day; either by Madison's hand or my own. While I had been sexually active before, I was now a raging nymphomaniac, craving that special brand of release that only Madison could give me. Oh, I knew how to make myself come, and I was sure that I could have sex with somebody else and Madison would not care; but nobody else would have this CONTROL over me, nobody else could command my body's responses better than the petite brunette that occupied all of my sexual urges. I didn't want anybody else.

Madison kept me on my toes, sexually. It was rare for her to repeat a technique. I had been introduced to a plethora of new sexual acts. Vibrators, dildos, even non-sexual objects lended themselves to my education. But my favorite by far, and Madison's as well was the simple act of her hand inside me. She was expert at fingering me, reminding me of the first night in the bathroom of Fatale's. She would somehow find a way to stimulate everything that could be stimulated all at once, and was able to watch my face as she did so.

I was beginning to see Madison's fierce green gaze and beautiful face in my mind's eye constantly. I dreamt of her almost every night; erotic dreams that were even more taboo because I got to touch her. I would wake from these dreams so hot and wet, and I would quickly masturbate while still lost in the hazy visions of my dreams. I wondered incessantly what she would taste like, what she would feel like. I burned to hold her naked breasts, to suck on her nipples. Would they be small and pink? Or a darker brown like her skin? Would her pussy be sweet and light, or deep and musky? Would she be a screamer, or would she come as quietly as possible, resisting the loss of control over her own body? I ached to kiss her, to feel her tongue somewhere other than my pussy. I wanted to moan my release into her mouth, take her breath into me. I wanted to feel her come around my fingers, wanted to feel her orgasm in my mouth. I became obsessed with these fantasies.

I would let my mind wander around in this fantasy land while Madison performed her work on me. I knew Madison could read my face like a book, and I knew she understood what I so desperately wanted. I also knew that she reveled in this; enjoying yet another way to make me writhe, make me want her. Though it was agony to continue in the same vein, never touching her, never hearing her come for me, there was no way I had the power to stop seeing her. I was completely her sex slave, at her beck and call for her pleasure – my wants and needs did not enter into the equation.

I knew eventually something would break, that something would have to give. I would drive myself completely crazy sooner or later with the wanting of her. I would cross her lines, breach her carefully constructed boundaries and do something that was unforgivable. I understood that in time, I would fuck up this arrangement we had. I wasn't able to help it – despite my earlier confidence that I would be able to handle a zero-emotion sexual relationship; I was failing miserably. For so long my only enjoyment, my only happiness was at the mercy of Madison's whim. I knew I was falling for her; her strength, her power, her ability to dominate my body and make me feel things I had never felt before. The complete stricture against my touching her ensured that I never wanted anything more.

After three months of the most sexually charged existence of my life, I stepped across her office threshold ready to push the issue and get what I wanted, uncaring of how Madison might protest or push away. I WOULD have her. This time, I was going to dominate HER will. I WOULD convince her to let me make her come. I WOULD taste her, kiss her, touch her. I was single-minded and absolutely determined. I would force Madison to face the fact that she was going to have to let me have her, or she was going to have to give me up. And I knew she wouldn't give me up – she enjoyed our arrangement too much. I was changing the rules, and she was going to like it. No longer would she deny me what I wanted, taking only what she wanted.

The bitch was going down.

...to be continued....