The Word Ch. 03

"Yes, more, please, yes, oh yes....," I pulled her close, feeling her walls flex in the early stages of excitement.

"Carol, may I release within you?" I asked intending to heighten her anticipation with the question.

She gasped, "Oh g-d yes, please take me....." Hearing the words, I pulled back and then shoved forward hard and held her very tight, my massive hands clutching her hips, holding her like a rag doll. I thrust again. The release caught me by surprise and I seized hard, spilling myself within her impaled rose, my cock throbbing deep within her, my seed streaming out as i took her. She gasped as she felt me spill and submissively received me... I recovered and withdrew leaving her bent over, unsatisfied and wanton for release.

I took the scented oil and slowly massaged her pink tenderness, covering her sensitive skin, "...It is ironic- I will never know what your eyes look like- I am sure they are striking- but if we meet in public I am certain I will know who you are. You, on the other hand, will know me only by my voice, my touch and this experience. My image will always be a mystery to you. You may meet other men, or perhaps even me, and if he or I meet the general criteria of what you remember of me you will always wonder if "he" is the one. If we do meet, I will not reveal myself, that I promise, but should you feel a hand gently pat or squeeze your left cheek in a crowded public setting, be certain I am around, my touch symbolizing the incredible experience we have had...."

I finished oiling her skin and attached two very thin chains to each garter belt linking the other end to the stocking top, "I know you are going to a social affair tonight... keep these on, they will drag across your sensitive skin and the curve of your tender ass as you walk and sit, a reminder of the pleasure and pain.... do not reveal the pain by facial expression, that too is part of the lesson. Do not touch yourself for a few days after- it is better to be frustrated and think back on tonight, letting the tension sit within you before you give yourself release...."

I looked at her half drawn down panties. I removed the garment from between her legs, "These are mine now, a memory of tonight... you will leave here exposed beneath your skirt. Do not put new ones on, that too is part of the lesson, and your other secret while in public... Marketa will be here shortly to get you. Do not remove the blindfold before then."

"When may I see you again?" she asked.

"You want to see me again? When I am ready," I said, "you must wait and not inquire. I will send you a message through Marketa."

I descended the stairs without further word, leaving her standing alone. I wandered off into the dark of the night.

After walking a few blocks, I called Marketa on my cell.

"How is she?" Marketa asked.

"She is waiting for you to retrieve her," I replied deferring the answer to her question, "... are you and Carol involved?"

"No, why do you ask, Baby?"

I could tell the answer by the tone of her voice and the way she teasingly ended the question she was lying.

"Just a hunch, my pet" I said, "just a hunch..."