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Click hereThis story is in response to Wanting You by insanewaffles.
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When she checked her email now it was with obvious excitement and a little catch in her breathing. Things had moved so fast. Had it only been a been a few days? It had, but in those few days she'd felt something new surge inside herself. She still wasn't sure how to reconcile her new sense of freedom and her willingness to be submissive with him -- her new Sir. But he had told her in his email that she needn't even try to reconcile what she'd thought were opposites. In fact, that they weren't opposites, just different facets of the same experience. She smiled thinking "That's cool. I can do this."
At his -- was it a request or a command? -- urging, suggestion? -- anyways, she'd played out a delicious and wicked fantasy in her mind -- seducing and dominating another woman...and she had cum so hard! Now she sat at her computer, musing over her powerful orgasm and what had followed. On one hand, she seemed to feel quite different and -- by other people's reactions -- she even seemed to look different. People commented on the new sparkle in her eyes, on her new poise and intensity. One of her girlfriends even said "Well, you look sexy today. Did you get lucky last night or what?"
She curled her lower lip inward and tilted her head a little. Usually she would have just looked at the ground or shyly remained silent, but things had changed for her. She nodded and then looked her friend in the eyes.
"I have a Sir," she said quietly with a little pride creeping into her voice.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"So...tell. Is he hot?"
"Yeah. Very. And he makes me hot."
"Lucky you." Her friend glanced around to be sure they were alone. "So...does he make you do...stuff?"
"He wanted me to cum for him. But...I...well..."
"What? Either you did or didn't."
"No...yes..well, sort of."
"Oooookay. How do you sorta cum?"
"No, I mean, I came. Really hard...like it was whoa! Major orgasm. But..."
"Yeah, but what?"
"Well, I can't explain it really, but I think...I think I came for myself, not really for him, you know?"
"Hmm. Yeah, I guess that's sorta. So now what?"
"Good question."
Her friend looked at her more closely. "Okay, I need to get to class, but you ARE looking sexier, girl. And if your Sir -- you know -- orders you to get it on with...someone... someone you already know and like...well..." She flashed a wicked grin, turned and walked away with an exaggerated butt wiggle. She paused and looked back over her shoulder. "Bye now...mmmmm...mistress."
She'd watched her friend stroll away, imagining those hips in her hands, the supple body bent over a desk, panties down around her ankles, moaning loudly as she...
Damn, her Sir was definitely having an effect.
Later, she said by herself having a light lunch. I think too much, she told herself, and immediately took hold of the polar thought "I don't think enough." She wanted to please her Sir, but...he'd also said she was to do her own thing, too. She hated this back and forth and just not "knowing." Especially...she put her fork down and sat staring into space for a long moment. Between freedom and command, she thought to herself. Between self and submissive. Okay, this was getting tricky.
In her mind, she stood before her Sir, head lowered. She could feel his eyes on her, his silence almost palpable. Slowly, she nodded, and slipped off her shoes, putting them to the side. Her hands rose up and she began undressing. "Sir?" she whispered softly.
"Continue," he said.
She wanted to stand naked before him. She really did. Unashamed, but not like flaunting herself either. She tried to relax. Just calm down and do it, she urged herself. She actually had started to pull off her top when reality set back in and she remembered she was sitting at her computer desk, staring at his email.
"Right, right," she mumbled. It was a little spooky feeling that through his email message on her computer screen, it was as if his eyes were there looking straight at her, compelling her, taking her deeper down the rabbit hole...into...well, whatever.
Her eyes drifted down to the next paragraph. "I am pleased that you came last night," he wrote, "but you really didn't cum for me, did you?" Oh. My. God. She thought. Now he's reading my mind.
Her lips moved but no words came out. She just said them in her mind. "I'm sorry, Sir. You're right. Absolutely. Suddenly it felt like his hand was tangling in her hair, pulling her close to his face, his intense hazel-and-gold eyes probing into her own. In her mind, she reminded herself. It's in my mind, but it feels so real.
She could almost feel his warm breath on her face. "I wanted you to cum for me alone," he growled. "To give up to me your pleasure. It's fine and I accept that you came...for her...your playmate...and for you yourself. But now you need to shrug off yourself, your desire should be to satisfy my desire. But now you must have me completely in your mind, desiring you, taking you, tasting you, fucking you. Lose yourself in the act. Surrender and cum just for my pleasure." In her mind he twisted her hair and crushed her lips with his hot passionate kiss. She felt devoured, as if he were sucking all the built-up hungers, wants, needs into himself through their kiss. Oh, shit, she thought, here I go. Impossibly, as their kiss continued, she felt her cunt lips open wetly and felt his cock drive deeply inside her and yet -- at the same time -- felt that same hard, thickness in her mouth, filling both her hands, pressing hotly between her breasts, rubbing harshly along every inch of her skin, electrifying her every nerve ending, everywhere...
...and not just his cock, but his fingertips, his tongue, his chest, thighs, the taut muscles of him, and the rough grating of his skin, his entire body pressing everywhere against her body. And in a flash of blinding sensation, not just him but every lover she'd ever had or fantasized about all of them ravishing her beyond control, beyond comprehension.
"For me," he whispered at her left ear. "Cum for me, just me."
She heard herself whimper and sigh. She realized she was already at the brink, her body straining in the chair, trying to absorb all the sensations at once. But she held back. Somehow. Not yet, she said, swallowing hard. But she knows tonight she will. She isn't sure how it will feel, how she'll imagine and "perform" and surrender just for his pleasure. She knows she will do it, though. She takes a deep breath and hit's the reply button.
As the blank email form comes up, her fingers seem to type of their own will. "Yes, Sir," she types. He will understand what she means by just those words. She knows...