The Perfect Beginning Ch. 17

This is the 17th installment of an ongoing story about Michele a and Tim. For sure, it is a disturbing relationship and is in no way intended to describe something healthy or ideal. Emotional sadism is central to it all. If this bothers you, this is not the story for you and I suggest you venture elsewhere.

What makes the story interesting to me is what takes place in the minds of the characters. Withouts words and ideas and the feelings that go with them, it's all just mechanics and honestly, that's not so interesting to me. Simple, pure fucking is a great thing to do. I don't need to read about it. Perhaps when I was verrrrrrrry young, that alone would have intrigued me. Now...yawn. This is a dark, emotional journey. I hope you enjoy it.

The following preface is cut and pasted from installment II. For a more comprehensive understanding of their world, you can venture back to the first installment. Read it or skip it.

This story takes place in a very male dominant society, one which is even more patriarchal than our own. Our hero, Michele, is enchanted by the discovery of her own sexual super power. Poor, lucky Tim, on the other hand comes to realize that he falls under Michels's spell, he does not measure up to societal expectations. These two young people are discovering and becoming as they grow together as a couple.

Psychological conflict and tension are central themes in this saga.

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The story has been formatted to meet the publishing requirement of our host and I am hopeful the necessary kinks have been worked out.

A more complete preface can be found at the beginning of the first installment and if you did not read it, it could be helpful to do so. Here are some of the contextual parameters of the fictional world the story takes place within.

* People are legal adults at 18 years of age.

* People usually live to about 2,000 years of age.

* The cultural norm has almost all legal adults living with their family of origin until they turn 200 years old.

* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 are treated as and referred to as children when they choose to continue living with their parents.

* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 often behave much as we would expect teenagers to behave here in our world. They are kept in a state of arrested emotional development.

* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 years customarily consume "blockers" which prevent them from having sexual feelings or impulses.

* Often young people will begin to "date" around 160 yers of age and while they are expected to continue to take their blockers, some will surreptitiously stop taking them while a few will stop responding to them.

* Age and masculinity are revered in this world. Everybody looks up to their elders and few seriously question the patriarchy.

All characters in the story are over 18 years of age.

It is customary for those below the age of 200 to demonstrate their status by wearing clothing which signify to others that they are off limits. They would wear what we would think of as children's clothing. Remember, an 18 year old and a 1,900 year old would look exactly the same age, so children's clothes are very useful for signaling to those over 200 years to abstain from any romantic or sexual pursuit of another who was deemed of an inappropriate age.

Lastly, sex is not technically illegal for people between the ages of 18 and 200 years. It is considered profoundly taboo. Adult-children (18+) do have sex but it is kept very quiet. Some parents punish their children for engaging in this sinful pleasure and adult-children almost never tell-on one another in this regard, even those who might not like one another. Adult children live by a code and violation of said code subjects one to complete ostracization. Almost none experiment until they are well over 160 years old.

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Sunday morning started like any other day, Tim began the day licking Michele to orgasm. 

Afterward, he'd spend somewhere between one to two hours in deep, "spiritual meditation."  Spiritual meditation meant that Tim sat or lay naked, with the panties Michele wore all the day and night before in one hand while in the other he held a long feather.  With nothing but the feather, Michele's pungent musk and thoughts of serving his young Goddess, Tim was to keep his cock hard and on the verge of orgasm.  

Michele liked to try to help Tim to a higher spiritual consciousness by stretching it out to two hours if she could. 

Afterward, she'd help the nearly disabled boy with getting his panties on, tell him to get dressed and then go to church. 

Upon their return, they'd repeat the process for another forty-five minutes to an hour.  Afterward, Michele took the visibly shaking boy's confession, whereupon he was spanked soundly while draped over Michele's knee. 

Immediately after the spanking, the boy was positioned on all fours upon a table.  Carefully, bending Her cock down and back between his thighs like a cow udder, Michele slowly and firmly milked her little boy udder.  She always laughed as he mooed in abject desperation until he cried out in relief and boymilk shot violently down into the cup.    

Michele then loved feeding Tim his "nourishment."  Michele was able to use a small, pliable spatula to scrape out a quarter of a cup of boycream.  With spoon in hand, Michele fed it to him as a caring mother would lovingly spoon feed medicine to her boy.  

At first Tim resisted this indecent offering as he had absolutely no desire to consume his own cum. 

Yet Michele was a very good boy trainer.  Drinking his boycream meant she'd give him his second milking of the day later that night.  Besides, resistance was accompanied by tears. 

As Tim sought to avoid his second spanking of the day and wanted more than anything to cum again before another two week sentence, he stopped resisting and eventually came to look forward to his boycream lunch. 

Once more, in the evening, after he'd completed all his chores, said his prayers to Michele and licked her to orgasm, she'd position him on the table.  This time she liked to  gently spank him with one hand while she teasingly chastised him with a breathy little scolding all the while milking him into his cup. 

Since he had no other orgasm to look forward to, he was not quite as eager to drink his second meal of the day.  Yet as Sunday was his day of spiritual sacrifice, it was all the nourishment he had and he learned to never complain as Michele fed him another quarter of a cup of boycream.  

He would not sleep as well for another two weeks.

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Dearest Me,

A long time ago, I wrote something in my journaling I'd like to come back to. 

Around when all this began, I made an entry about the importance of ceremony.  Reflecting on all that has transpired, I continue to refocus on the significance of this idea. 

Though much of it came about in the spirit of play, there was great purpose in our role play ceremonies and spanking rituals.  Through these rituals we developed integral facets of our personalities and came to better know ourselves and one another.  We took up the threads of our unrealized natures and wove the tapestry of our lives. 

One thing I love about all the play, all the ritual and all the ceremony is that it was revelatory.  This was such a powerful tool of self discovery. 

Our play and our roles within the play afforded us a mindful practice in which to express our deeper selves.  We did not act out of habit, we acted mindfully.  Carefully, we showed ourselves. We learned about ourselves and revealed it to the other. We came to the ceremony with a sense of purpose. 

Ceremony and ritualistic practice is central to religion and it has served a like purpose here for us.  In religion, ceremonies and rituals teach us how to worship and subjugate ourselves to God's will. 

I am Tim's higher power.  I am his Goddess.  This is Her will, God's will.  This is what She wants.  Through these practices Tim has come to know his place beneath me.  I have subjugated him. 

Goodness, I like how that sounds!

He is my supplicant and I am to lead and guide him to his purist self and highest purpose which is to worship me and to demonstrate this worship through loving servitude.  

Through these practices, I have come to know my place which is in God's image.  I'm Her mini-me.  Ha!  

I quite like this religious/spiritual outlook on our relationship. 

Do I believe it in my heart?  I think I might.  I'll need to sit with it.  Certainly the practice, the ceremony and the ritual possess religious power.  And the part where I am or live in Her image?  Why not?  It certainly feels right.  Always has...I just never had the nerve to call it what it was.  I suppose my religious teaching caused me to steer clear of such thoughts. 

How about Tim?  Is he made in Her image?  Of course he is.  He's just a different aspect.  Jordan washed the feet of the beggars, after all (not that I'm to be confused with the beggar.)  Goodness! 

Yet as we serve God, God serves us.  And besides, I have a strong sense of civic duty and want to help others with what I've learned, men and women.  I just serve in a different capacity than Tim.  

Yes, I think this is a religion I can get with.  Smiles.

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A few months after Sister Ann brought God into Tim's life, he was sitting with Becky at the Coffee Cup enjoying a cup on a beautiful spring day.  As they were about to go their separate ways, (Tim had to pick up the dry cleaning, run to the grocery store and get by the UPS store), Becky said something that puzzled him.  "Tim?"

"Yeah?"

"Something is about to change."

"What are you talking about?"

"I can't really say.  I just want you to know, It's not my choice..."

Tim felt his chest tighten.  Michele had made some sort of decision that involved Becky and would affect Tim. 

Of course he knew they still slept together and though it always made him anxious, he was pretty good about being accepting and supportive to both Becky and Michele.  After all, not upsetting Michele was always the best course of action.  He did his best to pretend it wasn't going on; yet when he did think about it, he knew in his heart that Michele deserved her side pleasure. 

She does a lot and is under a great deal of pressure.

"...I'm not saying I won't enjoy it, but I want you to know I have nothing to do with it."

"Can you give me a hint as to what you are talking about?"

"No sweetie, She won't let me."  She smiled and looked at her watch.  "Oh my, I need to go."  She got up from the table, "I love you, little sister."

"I love you too."

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It was 8:00 on Sunday morning, Tim was bringing Donna and Michele their toast and coffee when he was startled by a knock on the door.  After serving the Ladies of the house, he quickly saw to their early morning visitor. 

He was very pleasantly shocked to discover Becky standing on their porch wearing her Sunday finest.  She was in a semi (but not quite inappropriately) shortish yellow and white dress with short sleeves, white knees socks and white Marry-Jane shoes, clasping a little white patent leather purse and donning white gloves.  Her hair was in braided pig-tails (out of nowhere, Tim experienced a flash of Kimberly's envy as she LOVED the little girl look of pig-tails) and he thought she looked as gorgeous as ever.  She was dressed as a very young girl but sporting the most provocative body of a woman.  

As he marveled as her beauty, "Are you going to invite me in?" said with big eyes and a smile.

After the two emerged into the breakfast nook, and they all spoke their "good mornings," Michele excused herself, telling her mother she'd be right back and then ushered Tim and Becky into Michele's bedroom.

Once the door was closed, "Honey, I have a treat for you: Becky is going to start attending service with us at church.  She's been wanting to haven't you Becky?"

"Oh yes!  Yes I have, Ms. Michele."

"And the best part is, she's going to help you with your meditation!  Isn't that wonderful?"

Totally confused, "I...I guess."  He was so on his heels, he could not get ahead of where this was going.  He only knew he probably should feel anxious.

"I love that you two are besties because in certain ways, you two are like perfect for each other.  You love Tim, don't you Becky-girl?"

"Yes," she turned her warm smile from Michele to Tim.

"And Tim, don't you love Becky?"

"Yeah, I mean yes I do, Michele...I mean Ms. Michele." 

What the fuck is going on here?

"You two really are like sister and brother and sometimes like twins, like sisters.  And that is good, I like that.  I want to like, encourage it...the relationship.  I want us to be more of a family. Nothing is more important than family."

Tim felt his anxiety growing and he knew Michele was about to introduce some new challenge.  Yet he could not help but to marvel at his one true Love.  Here she was, this still a girl but directing adults. 

In this situation, in the company of a physical goddess, a woman who could make quite a lot of money acting or modeling and a very handsome man, both of whom were over two hundred, any other over-school girl would be nothing but a shadow moving silently about the room.  Yet here, Michele was their Master and when Tim took the time to really take in who She was, She cast a spell on him and his heart beat sped up and his love overwhelmed him. 

He knew there was no one on earth he could respect more than Michele.  He was proud that She was his Master. 

I love my Master.  I'm so lucky!

"Why don't you two kiss...like sister and brother.  But wait!  First become sister and brother, both of you.  Look at each other.  You are looking at your brother.  And you are looking at your sister.  Do you both feel it?"  Both of them did and said so. 

"Good, now kiss."  Michele enjoyed having them kiss as sister and brother or as sisters.  There was something so taboo about it and she loved how at once disturbed each of them were by it while equally aroused by it.  Michele enjoyed sitting back and watching them struggle with their discomfort and arousal; it turned her on. 

It was very passionate and sexual but Michele was far from threatened by it.  She was in control, after all.  This was her creation.  And this was Her family.  She was the unquestioned head of household.  She was Mother to both of them.

Becky was always the more eager initiator while Tim followed his sister's lead.  All three thought of her as the big sister.

"Becky, if you love your little brother, tell him."

"I love you, little brother."  She went back to gently kissing him. 

It was so strange and exciting to get to be the aggressor and be the one doing the kissing.  She liked gently exploring his mouth with her tongue and liked how he accepted it with need.  Becky so needed to be needed. 

He was so passive, yet eager for her.  She'd never want that from a real man, but it was super fun here with her brother.  She loved that she could be her gentle self and Tim still be submissive to her. 

It's so different and fun!  I'm in charge of my loving little brother.  I love this!  He's submissive to me!  

To Becky, being the aggressor was so strange that to her, it was kinky. 

Oh, I like kissing my little brother!  His kisses are so soft and submissive.  My little brother kisses like a good girl.

"And Tim, if you like kissing your sister, or by the looks of it, having your big sister kiss you, thank her and tell her how you feel about her."

"I...I really like the way you kiss me Becky.  You're the best sister in the world.  I love you so much.  And...and I love your sister-kisses.  Thank you for being my big sister and thank you for kissing me so good."

This filled Becky's heart with so much love for her brother and made her pussy somehow wetter. 

He's so sweet and loving!  Oh my, I adore him!  I adore my little brother!  I want to feel his love all over me!  I want to keep my little brother forever. 

She knew she needed an authority figure of her own.

But maybe I like being in charge, after all. At least some times.

I wish we could play "house" every day!  

How the girl wanted to cum!

Michele enjoyed this theatre so much because each of them fully bought into their roles.  They were so close anyway, such good friends, she knew they half thought of each other as brother and sister to begin with. 

This is my family! 

Michele felt real pride.

"Okay, that's enough you two; come back to earth now.  It's time for us to start to get ready for church.  Becky, will you undress Tim now?"  

It was not really a question; Becky knew full well why she was there. 

Tim was the one who was fighting against nerves.  He had no idea what Michele had in mind.  Though he knew Michele got off on having him and his sister kiss, he could not imagine her taking it further.  Becky and he having sex made no sense at all.

In no time, Becky had him down to his lavender bikinis.  His big, hard cock throbbed against the super soft, stretchy cotton.

Becky wanted it! 

Oh, little brother!

Smiling on and with her unusually deep voice, "Oh my, look Becky, your little brother's wearing your panties."  She laughed.  "And look how small he is."

"Don't be mean now, Mother," she said protectively.  "I love my little brother in cute undies.  I think it's fun when he wears my panties.  He can wear them every day if he wants.  And I adore his little, tiny penis.  It's so cute." 

She always felt a little guilty supporting the idea that Tim had a small cock.  She thought he had a beautiful cock.  Yet in spite of herself, it was fun playing with his mind this way. 

My poor baby-dicky little brother! 

She smiled brilliantly.

Michele smiled, "Tim, I hope you know how lucky you are to have such a loving big sister.  She's very protective of you and your little panty-cock.  A lot of older sisters are bullies and would show all their friends so they could laugh at you. 

"Imagine if Missy Thompson was your older sister."  She smiled as Tim's eyes got a little larger with the imagining. 

He knew full well that it could have turned out that way. 

Wait, could it still?  Is she prepping me?  Oh my god, please no!

He then looked to Becky with needy longing. 

She protects me.  He loved Becky so much!  I love my big sister!

When she began withholding Tim's orgasms, and she discovered the delight of having Tim drive himself to the edge of sanity with his "meditations," it reminded her of Tanya's dog Rex. 

One day she watched poor Rexy as he licked and licked and licked himself, but he could not have his big doggie orgasm.  It just wasn't enough stimulation.  Though she felt kind of bad for him, she wished Tim could lick himself the same way...and not cum.  She thought it would be soooooooooo much fun to watch him drive himself crazy while he thought about her. 

And then the idea of using Becky for this occurred to her and she could not stop smiling.

"So I had this wonderful idea that your dear, loving, big sister could help you with your spiritual meditation.  You do want to help your brother, don't you Becky?"

"More than anything," she replied sincerely.

Michele smiled at the girl.  "She's actually going to help you get in tune with me, young man.  In a way, you'll be praying together."  She handed Tim a pair of her panties.  There was nothing unusual about this as it was a normal part of his Sunday meditations.  "I was feeling especially generous by wearing them two days in a row for PE.  I did this special, just for you."

He gave her a very sincere and heart felt, "Thank you, Ms. Michele." 

Smiling, "You are welcome, baby.  Now just sit down and begin your meditations like normal.  Becky knows what to do so just let her.  If you feel like you might be getting close to shooting your boymilk, just say 'please.'"