Were-Tigress Ch. 05b

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"Now, where were we?" Mari asked as She straddled my legs and girt my spasming rock-hard purple engorged dripping cock with a long-clawed thumb and forefinger, oh-so-gently-and slowly slid Her perfect strong circle up and down, shifted Her perfect grip so the head of my cock was captured and gently rolled between the hard smooth shafts of her curved inch-long claws, leaned her soft magnificent breasts to outflank and then compress around my shaft and balls as her distended nipples gouged both sides of my groin and she lowered herself further, then reached down with her other hand to prick my balls with the points of her claws.

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The phone rang. And kept ringing
until the answering machine
picked up. It was Brad, the cop.

"Bob, we passed Joanna and
your kids on the sidewalk, and
they were acting very strangely.
We need to talk. A neighbor also
reported some kind of wild animal
noise that sounds dangerous ...
we have someone from animal
control on the way, plus police
backup. We know someone else
is with you and need you to pick
up so we know everything's OK."
The machine beeped. Dialtone.

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Sound of footsteps
running up back stairs.

Rear doorbell ringing.
Knock at the back door.

"Bob," Rowan's slightly
frantic voice, "did I just
hear a scream? Are
you OK? Bob?!"

More knocking, more
doorbell.

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"Gaaaaaah!" I screamed, a tsunami
of euphoric pain overtopping me.

See her how she flies
Golden sails across the sky
Close enough to touch
But careful if you try
Though she looks as warm as gold
The moon's a harsh mistress
The moon can be so cold

I'm gonna ...
Come, just meet me there
(Gonna come straight away)
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Mari rose again, growling, donned her coat, walked into the kitchen. Rowan's key was turning in the lock.

"Who are you and what do ..." Rowan's outraged voice began, then trailed off.

Seconds passed. Mari said "Tell Brad that everything is fine here, there are no animals, then go home and take a nice long nap." Footsteps receding, door closing.

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Mari returned, doffed her wrap, and resumed her
position straddling my legs, rolled cock head
between claws while her breasts surged their
full embrace of my spasming package.

"I love this part, Bob," She began, using my name
for the first time almost as if it wouldn't matter much
longer. She was unlacing her boots. "Sit up and
open your eyes, little moth," she said and I did,
instantly, unencumbered by thought. Her shiny
beautifully muscled legs were raised, heels pointed
toward me, boots partly unlaced. She lowered one
to my hands, the other to my lap, nudging its heel
into the side of my left nut. I focused on Her boots,
not looking directly into her eyes, mind wandering
while my body did as She commanded, even as
my orgasm continued on and on like audible static
to my feeble attempts at focus.

"Assist," She commanded. I took hold of a shiny
smooth slender steel heel and a pointed metal
toe and She pulled her leg away, leaving me
holding Her perfect boot. She had sheer shiny
black hose on underneath. "Feel its power," she
said, and I could, then "Rub My foot." It was a
robust, warm, slightly damp, ferally fragrant foot.
Purple toenails. I was used to rubbing Joanna's,
had more than once brought her to orgasm doing
so. Chakra is a fine thing.

"Mmmmmm ... HMMMMM," she crooned. She'd closed
Her eyes to enjoy the rub, but in peripheral vision
I could see them snap open as she got more than
She might've expected.

"That's really nice, little moth," She said, then lifted
her other boot, pulling her leg free with my help and
then I massaged that foot too, compressing the
broad firm pad of each toe once. Then, toes splayed
wide, she flexed them and my mind flooded with
pleasure once more as She revealed yet another
glimpse of Her power, sharp claws sliding from
beneath each toenail, penetrating shiny black hose,
slowly extending until their tight curve extended
to the pad of each perfect toe, then retracted.

"This is going to be so fucking amazing, Bob,
I can't wait to use My new form for it. You are
really REALLY going to enjoy your next lesson:
total submission to My breasts, but first it's time to
finally end that long long orgasm of yours with just
... one ... ... [SNAP]."

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"Emergency, emergency ... everybody to get
from street!" popped to mind, then ...

There's a gateway in our mind that leads
somewhere out there far beyond this plane
Where reptile aliens made of light cut you
open and pull out all your pain

"Yuuuuukiiiiii!!"

What's with all the lyrics and film quotes that
keep popping into my head, anyway?

Lyrics. Lyre. Wait, really? Of course, that
makes sense. Ancient bards like Homer ("Why
you little ...") writing words to accompany
music they played on their ... lyre. Or the
other way 'round.

Songs and stories of ancient myth and how it
might reflect on the bard's audience. Magic.
Adventure. Even were-tigresses.

Irish bards like Turlough O'Carolan writing
lyrics for a small harp to entertain Rowan's
people (and some of mine).

Gods and goddesses. Heroes, villains.
"Women, children, and men."

If you can choose it, who can refuse it?
Y'all be chooglin' tonight.

"These go to eleven."

Why can't we be friends?

"Hello bomb, are you with me?" ...
"I am always receptive to suggestions."

Baby, be a simple kind of man
Oh won't you do this for me son, if you can?

"Say hello to my little friend."

Why can't we be friends?

How did I disconnect Mari's programming in
Minneapolis again? And how did I reconnect
(far too much of) it for Joanna's pleasure here
later that same night? I felt like I was almost
back to knowing.

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And just like that, with my awareness already returned to a level She might not think possible after such an unthinkable display of Her power and control, my supernatural 15-minute orgasm ended. I had time for one deep, shuddering breath before she rocked forward to her knees, straddling my legs again.

"Look at me," She commanded, and I tumbled right back into the depths of Her incredible eyes, Her spirals swirling, my world spinning. Mari pressed the sharp points of all ten of Her claws into my chest, forcing me back, forcing me down, stroked the head of my cock with the smooth hard back of one claw, climbed over my cock to straddle my stomach, pinned my wrists under her shins, retracted her claws, cupped and lifted her soft generous breasts.

"Watch them," She commanded, lifting and lowering. Her fingers were as long as mine but her huge breasts easily overspilled the hand-bra. "Men are simple creatures and controlling a man is the simplest matter in the world for a woman in touch with her power, all she has to do is arouse him, captivate him with her beautiful body he so longs to touch, to penetrate. Build up his arousal, his need, touch him as you like but prevent him from touching back without direction, strictly limit his gaze, his freedom to speak, his senses, cause him pain if he breaks any of your rules, powerless from desire, reward his compliance, usually with something he doesn't expect but less and less over time until he'll do anything you ask for just the hope of the tiniest attention. A body like this will make him cry and beg for the privilege of doing anything, absolutely anything you want. Just as I'm doing to you now, just as you want me and need me to do now. Watch my big beautiful breasts, let their hypnotic motion, so full, so soft, seep into your hindbrain, whispering obedience to your suggestible mind, whispering pleasure, submission, so much pleasure in them, so much pleasure in letting go to my will, to my body, my voice, my dominance, to my desires, to submission."

Thing is, her breasts weren't actually magical like her eyes, and so while they were very pleasing indeed to look upon, and with Her so much stronger, an expert martial artist, and me probably unable to disobey any command she might give, I wasn't going anywhere. I needed time and focus to continuing collecting my wits until a better opportunity might come. And in the meantime, Mari's breasts were amazing and She would notice if I so much as glanced away.

"But you aren't like other men, are you? You escaped my control at the hotel, which makes you special, which made me want to control you even more, and here you are now, under me, helpless to my will, my body, my desire to own you, to your desire to be owned by me."

She let go one breast, extended the claws of that hand, extended one finger to touch one nipple. "Watch my finger," she said. "Follow its motion, so hypnotic, so irresistible, powerless to look away, moving back and forth between my big beautiful breasts, my beautiful nipples, touching them, making you long to touch them, to kiss them, to lick, to suck, to please, but beware my sharp sharp claws." She slowly wagged that finger between her nipples.

"Now see My beautiful nipples, so erect, so stiff, so warm. Imagine what they would feel like pressed up against you again, brushing against you, arousing you just as their power over you arouses them. Imagine them between your submissive lips, your tongue and teeth gently teasing. Imagine them between My perfect fingers. They are just as hypnotic as My eyes ... feel their power, feel My power. You cannot escape again. You are powerless. You know this."

Her hands lifting and lowering Her perfect breasts again, perfect nipples peeking between her fingers, squeezed so their distended ends engorged. Oh Goddess, my erection was just not going anywhere. I groaned.

"Imagine My beautiful breasts surrounding your cock and balls again, compressing you, controlling you. Know that this will happen very soon, and let this arouse you even more. My beautiful breasts are going to make you cum again, make you submit to them, and to Me. Tell me you want to submit to them, little moth."

My mouth opened but coherent sound didn't want to come out, which I was OK with. What came out instead was kind of a breath, kind of a squeak.

She let go her breasts, reached for my face, took my jaw in her hands, looked deep into my eyes, rocked hot pussy against my stomach. "Tell me," she commanded.

"Uhhhhhh ... ahhhhh," is what came out. Lips curving, She held my gaze.

"Tell me." I felt like when I first drank Her nectar, like a wave of disorientation had me tumbling under a crashing ocean wave, no way to know which direction was up. There was only Her eyes, and Her voice.

I let out a long, unsteady breath. "I want ... to ... submit ... ... to your ... ... beautiful ... breasts."

She reached Her left hand back, ringed my shaft with Her strong fingers. "Again," She commanded.

Another long breath, shivers. "I want ... to submit ... to your ... beautiful ... breasts."

She removed Her other hand from my jaw, slowly lowered the circle of Her perfect strong fingers on my shaft to my balls, pressed firmly against them. "Again." [SNAP]

I moaned. "I want to ... submit to Your ... beautiful breasts ... Mistress," I said.

"Goooooood," she whispered, smiling more broadly, sharp teeth showing, and I moaned to hear it, to feel its pleasure. She reached Her other hand behind her, ringed my shaft so gently, slid it slowly up and down, a velvet, downy touch, staring deep into my eyes the while. "Soooooo goooood," she whispered. "Not so special now, are you? You are going sooooooo deeeep." And I was.

One hand still clamping my shaft at my balls, She raised up, came down below my cock, ground her pussy on it hard, up and down, up and down. Pressed pussy lips deep to surround it, and ... no, how could this be ... squeezed Her perfect outer lips around and over my shaft. Oh Goddess, Her perfect hand ringing my balls at one end, my cock head at the other, her enlarged clit pushing painfully hard into my frenum, the rest of my shaft buried just inside her. Oh Goddess. I felt a new wave of desire and pain and pleasure crash into me at this new aspect of Her perfect form. I was trembling, shivering, moaning.

"Such [SNAP] ... a [SNAP] ... good [SNAP] ... ... pet [SNAP]," she whispered, showing Her pleasure with my overwhelmed response, grinding perfect erect clit into frenum, me gasping helpless like a fish pulled from water by some unimagined hook. Then she raised again to straddle my legs, Her fingers tightening around my shaft against my balls, the points of her other three claws pricking into the sensitive inside of my thigh, my leg flinching away, her fingers stretching to follow.

"UhhhhhAAAHHH," I moaned. She lowered herself slowly, surrounding my cock and balls with her overflowing breasts, pressing hard nipples into my groin, lower still to increase the pressure, lifting to decrease it. I would have enjoyed seeing her extravagant curves do their intensely arousing work if I had any choice to break Her perfect gaze, but my eyes were utterly lost in Hers, my mind fogged over with desire over helpless need atop raw lust that only Her intention could consummate. Her breasts pressed firmly against me, the pressure of ample alluring soft warmth completely capturing shaft and balls, and tightened Her perfect strong fingers around the base of my shaft against my balls, now pressed high into me. She touched the tip of her long tongue to the upper slope of my navel.

"You won't cum from my fingersnaps," she whispered, "no matter how wild they drive you. You won't cum from all the pleasure I give you or the ecstasy I've programmed you to feel when I cause you pain." She sucked the sensitive skin of my stomach into her mouth and nipped hard, agonized pleasure rushing through me. "You won't come at all until I command you to, not even a tiny bit early," she squeezed fingers strong as steel around me, successive cries of pain and moans of ecstasy demonstrating exactly what she promised, "and then you will cum instantly, even harder than you've already cum at My command for so long today. You will go crazy out of your mind with lust, with desire, with need. Your conscious mind will completely melt as I instruct you, your unconscious mind obeying instantly, flawlessly. You will feel such pleasure when you do as I command. You will feel so much pleasure when I praise you, more each time. You will orgasm without ejaculating whenever I command." Another hard nip, then another, such pain and ecstasy. "You will drift and float, not seeing or hearing anything except what I tell you. Your senses to external reality will filter through my stimuli just as your pleasure does; you will sense nothing I don't direct you to. Your unconscious will do and say exactly what I tell you, without thought, without delay, and you will feel so much pleasure every time you do."

I'd gone completely incoherent again.

"Tell me you surrender to My beautiful breasts," [SNAP] She commanded.

"I surrender to Mistress' beautiful breasts," my voice said before I might have been able to think of any words, breathing heavily, a wave of pleasure washing over me as soon as I did.

"Tell me you submit to My beautiful breasts." [SNAP].

"I submit to Mistress' beautiful breasts," my voice said immediately. Another wave of pleasure.

"Tell me you submit to My perfect, powerful form." [SNAP]

"I submit to Mistress' perfect, powerful form." Immediate blissful pleasure.

"Tell me you submit to My perfect purpose." [SNAP]

"I submit to Mistress' perfect purpose." Drifting, floating, bliss.

"Gooooood pet," she said, rapture rushing through me at the praise. I was so close now.

The phone rang again, but the answering machine was full now and hung up after four rings. I wouldn't have noticed but for her tensing at the interruption.

"You're doing so well, little moth," she said, another rush of rapturous pleasure following. "You will cum without ejaculating when I snap my fingers, and won't stop cumming until I tell you. [3] Feeling the pressure build in the balls My perfect fingers have captured so tightly. [2] Knowing how much your first orgasm without ejaculation will change your world, your desire, your fetish for me, your need for My perfect control. Building ... building ... now take a deep breath in and let it out slowly, relaxing." She squeezed hard around my shaft, the pain seeming to escalate my pleasure like an airliner at takeoff, "and ... [SNAP]."

It was like fireworks went off inside my head, cymbals and tympani crashing, brass blaring loud and out of tune. And it went on and on, me thrashing under Goddess' perfect powerful chest while my hips thrust into her hand as it squeezed my cock, Her claws jabbing my inner thigh to yelps of pain and overtopping waves of ecstasy.

"Such a good pet," She whispered, my pleasure mounting even higher at her praise. "End your orgasm and float," and my orgasm ended just like that, my breath and heartbeat hard and fast, my hips twitching to rest. "Such a good pet to not ejaculate, just as My perfect purpose required. Such a goooood drifting, floating pet."

And I was, it was such a wonderful feeling. Nothing I needed to think about or worry about or anticipate, only pleasure and drifting and floating and waiting for my Goddess' next command, while Her powerful, irresistible form rested atop me, so much weightier than it looked. Time stretched out. There were knocks at the door, phones ringing, voices calling out, but I was aware of nothing but this blissful drifting under Goddess' perfect control.

"Your next lesson, little moth," she said through the fogged haze of my awareness, "total submission to My perfect mouth, conduit for My perfectly controlling voice, a source of overwhelming pleasure just as powerful as My breasts. You will orgasm without ejaculating each time I snap my fingers, even more strongly than you did for my beautiful breasts, more strongly each time, but the more pleasure you feel, so far beyond what would normally cause you to helplessly cum harder than you ever have before, the more you will feel yourself drift, the more you will feel your muscles and breathing relax into the overwhelming pleasure, your body surrendering to My next perfect secret to the ultimate orgasm that will completely conquer your willing mind."

Mari removed Her perfect hand from my cock, raised Her divine torso until Her nipples barely touched me, Her perfect breasts still draping both sides of me, then sinuously moved down my body, Her perfect erect nipples brushing the tender insides of my captive thighs as She gathered them tightly together, used them to partially contain Her overflowing breasts, Her irresistibly powerful thighs pinning my feet together, clamping tight, my lower body completely immobilized, completely controlled. Took aching engorged cock head into Her perfect mouth, puckered strong lips, slowly circled the tip of Her perfect long tongue around me, eliciting groans and shudders from the tease, then took me deep inside, all the way in, crushed Her powerful rough tongue against my sensitive underside, Her sharp upper teeth against the top of my base. It was torment and then a flood of cascading pleasure over me, around me, through me, my cock inextricably pinned. She swallowed, rippled the strong muscles of Her divine throat around me again and again, waves and waves and ecstatic waves, even more of my psyche shredding before this new manifestation of Her perfect power, my body knowing I was completely prevented from climax until she granted it. Stimulation far beyond what would have otherwise triggered a thousand thundering orgasms, spinning, tumbling, toppling, and then, as if descending into psychotropic trance, as if my senses were expanding into previously unsuspected dimension, my body began relaxing through her ministrations, feeling the mushrooming ecstasy just as strongly, no, even more strongly, but my tense pre-orgasmic muscles were easing, expanding, consciousness drifting deeper, almost completely lost in Her divine, encompassing power.