'Jemima's Tale Part 3'{Jemimaheart}(MM tv bd anal)[1!1]
Jemima's Tale Part 3 - A true story.
+++++Part 1 - Jemima's First Love
They say you never truly forget your first lover.
Looking back, the time that I spent as Jemima, in my very first sexual relationship with another man, was undoubtedly the most intense and pleasurable time of my life. How could it have been otherwise, when for as long as I could remember, a good proportion of my waking thoughts had dwelled on what it would be like to dress up and play the female for a strong, handsome boyfriend?
As I got to know Steve a little better, it became apparent that, for me, there were a few aspects of our relationship that I would have liked to know more about - no major secrets, or anything like that - but certain unspoken questions that I was dying to have the answers to.
I knew that he had married early and, in the way that these things go sometimes, eventually realised that sexually he needed something more - although he wasn't quite sure what. After the traditional messy divorce and experimentation in the gay scene, Steve found that although having sex with men was pleasurable, once the initial excitement had waned, it wasn't totally satisfying either.
Enter the internet - and discovering the world of transvestites and she-males had simply blown his mind; he fantasied about being in bed with someone who blended the sexual intensity of a man with certain feminine qualities that he found arousing... Our accidental "first encounter', he had told me, had given him the perfect opportunity to explore "the best of both worlds", as he put it... I remember blushing when he'd said that fucking me had been everything he'd imagined it might be...
I knew that I was more communicative and creative than Steve, although he was much more practical and confident. I had gone through more formal education, but he had more life-experience, so we were pretty evenly matched. It was when it came down to talking about sex that I noticed a difference between us. Ironically, I suppose I was like the classic example of a girl wanting her boyfriend to express his feelings more, but in my case I really wanted him to reassure me that he was happy with our sex-life, to tell me what I could do to make it even better or what he thought or fantasied about when we made love.
I realised that the pattern of our encounters had been established by the way we had initially met - I was girly, sexy Jemima for him, in my lingerie and outfits, and that gave him the easy way out - a ready-made role as the lustful male helpless to resist my feminine wiles. He could get by quite happily without communicating anything much about his inner self. This was fair enough as far as it went - after all, I REALLY loved being a prick-tease - but was that the only dimension to our sexual identities? I was sure it wasn't.
When it actually came down to it I never dared ask Steve about this stuff out right - I guess I was a bit too afraid of the answers I might get - so I kept it at the back of my mind, content with what had settled into a two-or-three-times-a-week routine of being regularly fucked.
Then, on one of our meetings, something took place that made me look at my unexpressive new boyfriend in a slightly new light...
+++++Part 2 - New Games for Jemima
Coming up to his 39th birthday (25th of May - a Taurean/Gemini cusp, which should give you a clue!) - I half-jokingly suggested that for a birthday treat, I would indulge his wildest/silliest dreams in one incredible night of passion.
Lying next to him one night, after a particularly satisfying session of lovemaking, I took advantage of his post-orgasmic state of relaxation and, amidst a fair amount of giggling, told him that if he wrote down everything he wanted in a special letter of instructions - how he wanted me to dress, some scene we could act out, any special things we might do - it would really be a turn on for me to set it up for him. I felt excited and quite clever at my ingenuity - in effect, I had neatly given him permission to act out his deepest fantasies - on me!
The designated Saturday night arrived. After a leisurely day, I got myself a glass of white wine, retrieved the all-important parcel from the drawer where it had been smouldering away all day, and lay on my bed to open it.
I was trying not to be, but I was actually quite nervous. I knew by now that Steve had no real harm in him, but he could be quite a ""bloke'sometimes - not exactly aggressive, but when he felt like it, he could stubbornly insist on getting what he wanted. All week I had tried to avoid thinking about the more extreme scenarios that I could be subjected to - depraved visions of me kneeling before him with his piss running down my face... or bent over the back of the sofa with his fist jammed into my rectum... or...
Quickly opening the brown-paper parcel, I pulled out: a sealed bag of clear plastic - my heart fluttered as I saw what looked like pink lingerie packed neatly inside; a small packet wrapped in pink tissue paper; two one-metre lengths of thick pink ribbon; a folded piece of A4 piece of paper.
Excitement building in my stomach, I unfolded the paper and started to read the typed instructions - it wasn't long before I found myself wondering just what I was letting myself in for with my new boyfriend...
+++++Part 3 - Jemima gets Ready for her Man
It took me most of the afternoon to get ready.
I kitted my bedroom out with soft candlelight, incense and music, laid the contents of my package out on the bed, then when everything was assembled and ready, I retreated to the bathroom and bathed, shaved and powdered myself until I was clean and baby-smooth all over.
I dried my hair, trimmed my fringe a little and with a little gel, brushed and obeying my instructions, styled it long so that it hung down to my shoulders, full and silky.
I returned to the bedroom to examine what my boyfriend had bought for me.
First, I carefully unwrapped the tissue paper bundle and what looked like two long diamante earrings attached to overlarge gold clasps revealed themselves to my curious gaze. Then it hit me - my lover had sent me a beautiful pair of nipple-clips to wear for him!
Already feeling quite excited, I quickly ripped open the bag of lingerie and emptied the contents out onto the bed: a gorgeous girly-pink satin nightie; matching full satin panties and a packet of luxurious hold-up stockings in pure - white.
There seemed to be a lot of straps for such a short nightie, but it was only on untangling it and holding it up against me that I finally realised what exactly was going on - it was topless! The delicate frilled shoulder straps had been designed to separate into two above each breast, carried on down around each side to meet again under the cunningly underwired bustline where the skirt began. Effectively both breasts were left nicely bared and lifted for any appreciative onlookers... I knew that one appreciative onlooker in particular was ensuring that there was no chance he would miss out on seeing my new jewellery...
Then it was time for Jemima to get dressed!
As usual, I opened the packet of stockings first, lingering over the familiar ritual of inserting my toes, pulling the sheer, stretching, mesh up and around my legs, the elastic tops holding them snug around my upper thighs. My legs felt amazing in the clinging white nylon, like they were always meant to be this smooth and alive. I rubbed my thighs together just to enjoy the familiar smooth buzz of nylon and the enhanced feeling of skin against skin. My usual hard-on appeared immediately and I indulged it with a few loving strokes while admiring my legs in the wardrobe mirror.
I interrupted my normal routine, desperate to try out my strange new gifts. My nipples were already rock hard at the mere thought of being adorned with the jewelled clasps, so clipping them on was easy. Soon a two-inch long enamelled column dangled freely from the centre of each breast; it wasn't painful, as such, but quite firm and definately intense - arousingly so! I experimented with making them swing from side to side, and an exquisite feeling of utter shamelessness flooded through me - my heart was already beating ften to the dozen at the thought of wearing these with the topless nightie - I just couldn't believe that I was going to let someone see me in this state.
The panties came next, pulled up tight, smooth and clingy over my bum. I noticed with pleasure that they were trimmed at waist and legs with the same frilly edging as the nightie...
I slid the soft satin nightdress over my head. Wow! The underwire worked its magic, and I became very aware that my titties, with their exquisitely sensitive tips, were now protruding full and round through their frilly pink harness of straps. Unable to stop myself, I slid my fingers up beneath the clips and caressed my poor, squeezed, nipples until a wave of sudden pleasure made me quickly stop before I really got turned on...
Another sip of wine to calm down and it was time for make-up - gold eyeshadow, full, big lashes and luscious pastel-pink lips. Normally, I loved to have intense, vibrant colours on my fingernails, but tonight my instructions dictated that I would be wearing clear nail varnish on my fingers. I thought that, although not what I would have chosen, it actually gave my nails a young, more natural look.
Steve had not specified footwear, so for my feet I chose my little white three-inch heels, with slender ankle straps that fastened with delicate gold buckles.
I decided to wear my little gold heart earrings, complementing the items my lover had provided and making me feel even more attractive and feminine.
Finally I slipped on the heels and gave a twirl in the mirror - overall, it seemed my boyfriend wanted to enjoy me dressed as: quite young, definately girly and extremely available... Below the blatent sexual display of my breasts, the spread of the frilled skirt emphasised my trim waist and was short enough to nicely show off my pert, pantied, bum.
I was running late, so hurriedly, I tidied the debris away and, with nervous anticipation, moved to obey the rest of my boyfriend's instructions.
Taking the two long lengths of ribbon, I stood at the end of the bed. With a last check in the mirror, I reached down and efficiently tied my ankles together - alternately winding one of the ribbons round each stockinged ankle, above the delicate white straps of my shoes, and securing it firmly.
The second ribbon was tied round my left wrist. Placing both hands behind my back, as instructed, I wound my right wrist round the rest of the ribbon until my hands were tightly tied together in the small of my back.
Ankles and wrists tied, I completed the manoeuvre by kneeling, as instructed, upright on the floor at the edge of the bed. Looking over in the mirror I could just see a glimpse of Jemima, tied and helpless in her topless baby-doll nightie - looking excited but nervous as she awaits the pleasure of her new master...
+++++Part 4 - Jemima Learns to Submit
I hear the door downstairs open and close and I know that he has come for me. I hear the usual sounds of my boyfriend making his way up the stairs, but am taken aback as his shape appears in the doorway, looking down at me kneeling there ready for him.
Disconcerted, I take in my lovers unfamiliar new appearance, from top to bottom: Mirror shades prevent me from seeing his blue-green eyes, and for some reason, rather than seem laughable, they cause my heart to start pounding fast beneath my nightie; - thin leather choker I have never seen before; - short black t-shirt showing his still-flat muscled stomach; - drab green canvas cargo pants; - my attention is drawn to his slick black leather gloves; - black doc martins complete the, slightly unnerving, definately different look.
I barely have time to register that he has dressed to emphasise that things will not be the same tonight, when he comes over to stand above me. My head is on a level with his taut midriff, and I can literally feel the tension building in the warm room. I look up at my masters face at all times, as his note instructed.
I feel very soft and vulnerable next to this strange man. He looks down and his hand comes up to hold me under the chin. I feel the thin leather against my skin and a shiver of anticipation passes through me. It really does seem very different to usual - for a moment I am lost in the distorted reflection of an unsure, but highly excited, Jemima in the silver shades - all trembling big lashes and luscious pink lips.
He reaches down behind me and finishes tying my wrists properly. I test them and feel that they are secure - I must ensure that I am a good girl tonight, so that I will be released later.
I am in a dream, kneeling obediently before this strange and powerful man. Helpless and vulnerable in my girlie frills, with breasts bared and hands tied behind my back, I have promised that I will let him do anything he desires to me...
Without saying a word, Steve's hands interrupt my thoughts, sliding his hands round my exposed breasts. Leather-gloved fingers follow the naked mounds of my flesh, tracing the outlines of the swinging clasps. I cannot help emitting a hiss of excitement as he fondles me, pulling and caressing my excited nipples until they are burning against my chest, twin flames throbbing wickedly in pleasure/pain beneath their new adornments.
My new master does not speak but I can tell he is pleased by my compliance. His hand presses between my shoulder blades, pushing me forwards onto the edge of the bed until my face and shoulders are resting against the soft pink coverlet.
A sharp slap on my bottom urges my hips up and forwards, then squatting down by my side, I feel him roughly slide his hand down the back of my panties. He pushes, spreading and separating my buttocks and I instinctively move my legs apart to help him gain access to me. I have absolutely no thought of resistance. Single-mindedly, fingers slide down my bottom crack and deftly probe the entrance to my body.
I am glad that, as instructed, I have carefully prepared myself and am slick with lubrication because, without any preamble, a gloved finger pushes straight inside me, bringing my head up off the bed with an audible gasp. My new master leans round to look me straight in the face. Through the impenetrable silver shades, his amused gaze impales me just as intimately as the insistent pressure of his finger in my bottom.
"You want it don't you?" he asks, already knowing the answer.
I swallow hard and nod, staring at the bedcovers in shame.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you."
I drag my eyes back to the humiliating vision of myself in those mirror lenses. His voice is sterner now: "Say it!".
"Yes I want it..." I manage to reply.
He doesn't let it go, revelling in my embarrassment: "Say: I want your finger up me."
He is ruthless in my humiliation. Blushing furiously, I make myself repeat the words: "I want your finger up me...".
"Like this?"
"ohHH..." - now my anus is completely open to him.
"More?" His face is a blur in my vision, his finger pushes further inside.
"uhh...oHHH!" I feel myself parting before him.
"Well?"- fully up inside me, leather-encased knuckles rest excitingly against my bottom cheeks. I feel the glorious hollow ache inside that comes from being penetrated.
I lean forward on my knees, holding my arse as high in the air as I can, my prick full and hard in my panties: "uhhplease!" I blurt out helplessly.
"I'll take that as a yes."
He finger-fucks me for a few moments, moving in and out, quite roughly. He is making it obvious that any stimulation I might derive from his actions would be merely co-incidental, nevertheless the movement from his hand causes the front of my frilly underwear to drag across the stiff head of my erection, adding to the swirl of pleasure building inside me, up inside my very core.
I am breathing hard now as his finger works inside me, my rear is on fire, my nipples are on fire from the ever-present clips - I am his plaything, his sexual slave and I love it - feeling myself being taken to the edge, starting to lose it...
Abruptly, his finger stops its marvellous movement, and I protest: "Please!...".
"Would you like another finger?" he asks dangerously.
"Oh yes" I whisper quietly, ready to be utterly ravished by this stranger's strong, clever, fingers - ready for him to make me squirt my cream right into my lovely satin panties...
"Yes... I'm sure you would." he sounds amused. I cannot help closing my eyes as his finger abruptly withdraws from me. Tonight I am not here for my pleasure, but for his.
"Get up." orders my new master and wide-eyed - and not a little unnerved - I quickly obey.
I am already a complete wreck. Being treated like this is so unexpectedly, incredibly, erotic that I can hardly think straight - I had no idea that my new boyfriend could be like this, and I am shocked at the depth and immediacy of my own responses...
I struggled to my feet, finding it awkward with my hands behind my back and stand before him, breathing a little heavily.
Steve moves up close until his broad chest almost touches my tingling breasts. He even smells different to usual. Wondering, I tilt my head to look up at his face.
His lips meet mine in an instantly arousing, passionate kiss that really does take my breath away. It had previously become obvious to me that my lover was so much more sexually experienced than me and now, particularly as I am unable to see his eyes, I realise that I have been rendered completely awestruck by his confident, male, potency.
Helpless to resist, I lean into the strong, enfolding, arms, marvelling at the feeling of hard muscles against my bare skin. My sensitive breasts crush into his chest, exciting me in their emphasised femininity. When we are together like this, all my worries disappear and it all seems so simple: this man lets me be his girl, because for both of us equally, my responses to his masculine power heighten the enjoyment of our sexuality and lovemaking to fever pitch in a way that nothing else can...
His crotch rubs sensuously against my own, and I murmur my pleasure into his mouth, my prick once more growing large to meet his own expanding erection, his closeness allowing me to feel every detail of its impressive size and hardness.
Beneath my bound hands, leather-clad fingers run confidently over my "bottom: ..such a lovely bum..." he whispers in a voice that brings my prick up even stiffer than ever. He knows that, tonight, my body is his to do with as he wants.
I am being opened up by his mouth, my lipstick smearing as our two tongues meet, tease, and excite each other. I become almost dizzy with sensation and sexual tension.
Without thinking I disengage from the kiss and begin to lower myself, as best I can, to the floor. Just like always with Steve, I am eager to make him want me by getting on my knees before his beautiful stiff cock and pleasing it in the best way I know how...
+++++Part 5 - Jemima Gets it Wrong
Kneeling before him, I press my lips to the front of his trousers. His full erection is a solid bulge beneath the rough canvas and I know that I have to have it in my mouth. I gently touch the green material with the tip of my tongue. His hands come down to my head, but instead of offering encouragement, they hold me firm while he drags his hips back, away from my eager mouth.
His voice comes from above me: "What are you doing?"
In a momentary confusion, I am too excited to stop. The hold on my hair grows stronger.
The man above me is frowning. "Did I tell you to suck me?"
"No" I reply in a little voice, unsure now.
"Well?" He sounds angry.
My face blazing, I start to explain: "I didn't mean..."
He interrupts: "Didn't I tell you to look me when I'm speaking?"
This isn't much fun - I look up at him "YES" I say sullenly.
There's a sharp thunk, pain in the side of my head and little silver stars floating round my eyeballs - he has actually hit me!
"Look..." I begin to say...
In one movement he grasps my arm, pulls me up and turns me, whirling me round on my three-inch heels before pushing me, hands still tied, head-first over the padded arm of the nearby chair. My face bounces (..Ooff!..) off the opposite chair arm.
I start to wriggle but a warning hand on the small of my back presses my tummy into the wide,padded, arm. A powerful leg traps my knees against the side of the chair. I am helpless.
The back of my panties are yanked down - I yelp as the front catches on my erection - and pulled down my thighs just enough to expose my naked buttocks to the warm bedroom air.
I turn my head to the side, the better to breathe, and close my eyes - the better to imagine my boyfriend staring down at my pale, helpless bottom nicely presented to him over the chair arm - it seems I am going to get my first real (...angry!...) spanking!
I wait for a silent, never-ending, moment - then his hand on my back tenses and a blazing slap across my upthrust rear makes me jump.
Smack - there goes another across the centre of my bum - I try to rear up but I am securely held in place. In the quiet warmth of the bedroom, it seems like I hear the next shockingly-loud slap even before I feel the -
Smack! - owch that stung - he was so fast -
Smack! - I distinctly felt my bare skin ripple under his hard, flat, hand on that one. I start to squirm, becoming excited now, as my bottom cheeks get warmer and I discover that my prick, snugly nestled in its satin covering, is able to rub deliciously against the thick padding of the chair arm...
SMACK! - just like when I spank myself, the throbbing in my buttocks is starting to drive me crazy - but with Steve I have no idea when the next merciless - SMACK! - (...ohh!...) - will be!
I am warm all over now, breathing heavily into the chair cushion and writhing so much beneath each blow that he is really having to hold me down.
SmACK! - (...hhuuhh...) - delicious fire runs across my backside forcing a tiny cry from my lips - this isn't six of the best - it's more like a dozen of the very best!
I push my face back into the cushion to muffle my excitement - SMACK! - "uhhH" I hear myself moan, abandoning myself to the sheer sensuality of my predicament -the satin nightie up round my waist - the jewelled clamps dangling from my breasts - my stockinged legs hanging straight down, toes digging into the soft carpet - my tied wrists damp with sweat - bare, punished, buttocks glowing red-hot in the dim room...
SMACK! "UUHH" - a trickle of sweat runs down my cheek as, despite the awkward angle, I shamelessly hump my hips against the chair arm. I want this man to stop spanking me and get up right behind me, unzip his lovely hard cock and rub it teasingly all over my poor, throbbing, bottom until I moan and beg him to drive it deep into my desperately-waiting hole...
A final SMACK and his hands release their grip on my back.
I let out a little cry of disappointment and just lie where I have been left, bare arse in the air and stiff prick pressed into the chair arm. My poor bottom is really stinging - I know it must be very red and inflamed - and I can't believe how vulnerable and so very sexy it makes me feel.
I know Steve is watching me lying here, an aroused and dishevelled heap bent over the chair. I guess it is obvious, both to me and my assertive new boyfriend, that a proper spanking really does drive me wild.
The next command comes soon after: "Now - stand up... and remember who's in charge." How could I forget, now?
++++ Part 6 - Jemima Learns Pleasure in Obedience
With a little help, I pull myself upright and stand still in front of my master - I am in no state to disobey this strange, forceful Steve, so I wait obediently for his next instruction.
His right hand moves down my front and firmly grasps my aroused prick, still trapped in the smooth satin ruffles of my panties. His tight grip enfolds and caresses my stiff rod through the sheath of soft pink underwear. A little gasp escapes from my mouth and I start to move my hips, straining excitedly within the unyielding leather prison of his fist.
His shades stare straight into my eyes, watching my reaction while he begins to wank me in a calm, matter-of-fact, sort of way. My forehead still feels very warm and I know that my face is shiny with arousal. Mindful of his previous instruction, I keep looking back at my master, biting my lip to stifle the pleasure he is bringing. It feels that everything is going so fast!
"Yeees... we'll have to do something about THIS." The statement is punctuated with a final, mighty tug on my buried hard-on that makes my knees go weak.
"Nice though these are, I think we'll have them off now..."
He releases the front of the frilly knickers and, reaching behind me, inserts a finger in the back of my waistband, below my tied wrists. Casually he pulls downward and the rear of my panties slides down over my bum to cling around the backs of my thighs. The front of my panties remains where it is for the moment, held up by my significantly-swollen prick. I notice that the satin is damp where it is stretched over the hidden tip of my protruding erection.
He gives me my next instruction and I can't believe my ears: "Now lie back on the bed and ask me to wank you off."
You can head a pin drop on the soft bedroom carpet. I am aware of my mind racing to try and catch up with this new command (...push your hips right up and come in his hand while he watches...).
I slowly sit down on the edge of the bed, totally passive in mute, excited, surrender.
"That's right, lean right back and get those legs up." he orders and suddenly it all becomes very real.
Breathlessly, I obey, lying back on the smooth pink coverlet, taking my weight on my bound wrists and shoulders. I feel utterly at his mercy. The jewelled clasps rest pointedly on the naked flesh below my nipples. My nightie has bunched up around my waist, leaving my bottom totally uncovered, and the cool bedcovering beneath my rear increases my feeling of nakedness. When I raise my stocking-clad legs up high in the air as instructed, I feel even more exposed, for I can see that the bared rosebud of my anus is now in full view of my new master, lewdly framed by white curves of trembling buttocks.
I know I am blushing ferociously at my complete submissiveness (...and loving it at the same time...) when suddenly Steve steps forward between my legs and his hips nudge my spread thighs. I feel the definite, prominent bulge in his cargo pants pressing right up against my spread and open hole and anticipation sends me totally light-headed.
The man standing over me glances down briefly at my swollen erection, still trapped under its pink satin covering; "Well?" he asks.
Laid out before him, completely in his control, my heart is racing in my chest and I moan once and wrap my legs round his solid waist; I am ready for him to unzip and take me then and there.
"Please.." I beg, rubbing myself against his crotch, excited by the thought that only a single layer of material prevents that beautiful thick cock from sliding straight into the moist, accepting, depths of my behind.
My boyfriend looks down at me, taking it all in. He smiles, not entirely without pity, watching me pumping my hips on the bed, desperately rubbing my inner thighs against the rough canvas over his crotch, my pleading eyes fixed on my masters face. "Please... ...touch it... oh please..." I whisper in sweaty humiliation. We both know that even after only this brief time, I totally, erotically, belong to him.
Mesmerised, I watch a gloved hand reach down and toy with the back of my panties, stretched taut between my spread thighs. My master's hand runs deliciously over the bare flesh of my uptilted bottom before moving further up. With a sudden whip of his arm, the panties are ripped off me, bringing a sharp, stinging cut whipping across the back of my legs that makes me wince. I quickly forget the pain, however, as the reddened stiffness protruding from between my raised legs finally unfurls into the warm bedroom air. Totally naked from my waist down, I feel cool leather fingers reaching to surround my exposed prick. Once again, I am helpless to resist, immediately raising my bottom up off the bed to meet the wonderfully enclosing fist.
He begins to work me expertly, smiling briefly as I send an involuntary gasp of pleasure echoing through the warm bedroom. His arm pumps me relentlessly, wanking me with firm, arousing, strokes - building and coaxing a delicious answering movement from my hips (...oh my love oh yess...).
Held tight in the exquisite strength of his grasp, I feel my orgasm building and I can feel myself losing control - my fists clenched beneath me, my hips rising and falling to my master's insidious, knowing, rhythm, my thighs desperately clamped around his waist - (...oh Steve I can feel you so much...)
"You really like this, don't you, you little slut?"
"Ohhhhh..." My head tosses from side to side and through slitted eyes I catch a glimpse in the mirror, a vision of Jemima in pink frills, splayed out and ravished across the bedcovers (...oh yes yESS make me come in your hand make me have it make me squeal...)
Steve bends forwards over me, cupping his left hand in front of my engorged glans while still pumping my shaft vigorously with his right. With perfect timing he whispers softly: "Now show me how you come..."
Fingers of steel velvet squeeze hard (...OHH GOD...), triggering an uncontrollable, shuddering, wave of orgasm that burns its way up through my groin and erupts in pulsing spurts of sticky come, right into Steve's waiting palm - and a little over my white stockings, I struggle to free my trapped hands, bucking up off the bed and crying out with the force of my climax . My bare breasts heave deliciously, my head is buzzing, my whole body stretching and filling with flowing, tingling, warmth. I feel my lover's hand milking the final squirts of semen from me as complete pleasure diffuses through my body. (... ohh Steve...) I lower my legs, flopping back on the bed to recover my breath, tears of release wet on my cheeks.
At that moment, I knew that I truly loved the man standing in front of me. My lover and master, my Steve gives me the freedom to revel in my own sensuality, and the wonderful gifts of his own sexual desires. I feel overwhelmed that another man could enjoy making me feel such pleasure like this, and I know that I will do anything to likewise satisfy him in return.
+++++Part 7 - Jemima is Reminded Who's Boss
I open my eyes and look up at him, I know my face is flushed with the orgasm he had wrought . He holds up his hand and I see the pearly-white evidence of my ejaculation nestling in the palm of the black glove. He regards it for a moment before speaking: "I take it you enjoyed that.. ".
It wasn't a question, which was just as well as I am not really up to a coherent reply yet.
" ...anyway, turn over...". He demonstrates a rotating motion with a gloved finger, just in case I had missed the point.
My mind starts to return to focus as I sit up to obey this new instruction. It is awkward with my tied arms but I roll my shoulder onto the bedspread and hunch my knees up until I am facing the pink cotton pillows, resting on my right cheek and knees. At least the weight is off my poor wrists, now resting in the small of my back, while on my underside I once more feel the familiar tug of gravity on my ornamented nipples and they respond by sending a renewed frisson of excitement through my post-orgasmic haze. I feel the toes of my shoes resting just over the edge of the bed and in my hazy, unguarded state, something starts to dawn on me:
- apart from stockings and heels, I am completely naked from the waist down; - I have just been ordered into the perfect position to be mounted and given a really good fucking from the rear...
More alert now, I look over my shoulder at Steve's face. The unblinking mirror lenses impassively reflect my predicament back to me and a shiver of submissive pleasure trips through my stomach.
In this vulnerable new position I am totally and temptingly presented to my new master: from the uncovered flare of my waist and hips beneath my bound hands, down over the rounded globes of my upthrust buttocks - even now still pink and glowing from their earlier punishment - past the backs of white stocking-tops to the smooth creases at the backs of my knees... a completely shameless vision of utter sexual accessibility...
I watch as Steve steps right up to the edge of the bed and bends forwards slightly. Although out of my direct vision, I soon know what his intentions are for immediately I feel him reach between my open thighs and casually push his left hand right up under the spread cheeks of my bottom.
Cool leather firmly and deliberately parts my buttocks before pressing up hard between them. I gasp out loud with sudden understanding, my imprisoned fingers helplessly claw the air, and I feel the wet leather palm of his glove rub its way along my exposed crevice - smearing its sticky cargo of sperm right up into my gaping crack and anus...
"Waste not, want not.." he murmurs and I flush in humiliation, turning and hiding my face in the coverlet while rough fingers of leather open my secret places, pushing deep into my hole and deftly tamping the slippery semen up inside my bottom. I feel dirty, defiled and at the same time, incredibly excited, - my body unable to do anything but simply hold itself in position and take it.
I moan softly to myself, appalled at my own depraved excitement, as I let my master lubricate my behind with the copious residue of my own recent ejaculation...
The palm of his glove is wiped clean on my raised buttocks (...rub it in to my hot red arse...), before they are given a parting slap that sends a CRACK of fire swiping across the sensitive skin and brings my head up sharply in attention.
Amused now, my lover issues his next instruction: "Now you're fit for action, you can get me ready..." I hear him say callously.
I look back up at him again and this time the imperious finger indicates the crotch of the green cargo pants, "..so come here - and start sucking".
My master orders and I have to obey. As quickly as I can, I rock back onto my knees and move my body round 180 degrees until I am facing him. My head is level with his stomach and I see that I am going to have to lean down and forwards to be near his waistband.
"Wait" he warns and I pause obediently while the man standing in front of me casually unzips himself: "Get on with it", he orders.
I lean right forward, exposing my naked breasts with their dangling jewellery to his gaze while ensuring that he has a good view of my bare, uptilted rear, while I am sucking him. I wish my hands were free to hold and stroke him, but I am glad that my master can see me bound and submissive before him.
My mind is pure sensation, totally beyond thinking: I am a sex-obsessed slut who only craves the pleasure and satisfaction that comes from her depraved excitements.
Trying hard not to topple forwards, I moan a loving greeting at the familiar rigid curve of my lover's prick. Released from its canvas prison and now straining hard and thick in front of me, the circumsized shaft is the most excited I have ever seen it, the slit in the red, angry-looking, glans gapes and oozes its pre-come invitingly. I smell Steve's powerful, spermy, musk and know that I am privileged to be allowed to be so intimate with such active, masculine, virility.
At last my soft pink lips are permitted to be placed around the throbbing weapon and immediately I totally enclose it in my moist, welcoming mouth. Some of my hair is caught in my mouth and a gloved finger reaches down and pulls it away, in an almost tender gesture.
My own excited - and slightly painful - erection stirs again into life as I consciously think about exactly what I am doing to this other man, (...oh my love, to have your strength between my lips...) then I joyfully and gratefully begin to suck for all I am worth.
It's hard to keep balance on the bed with my hands tied behind me but I manage to keep steady as my head bobs up and down. I cannot look up but I know he is watching my efforts. My eager lips slide smoothly over the warm shaft, my tongue working intently on the sensitive bulb of the head. I truly love sucking this man's cock for him - I love the thickness in my mouth, the taste and smell of him and I love the feeling of the muscles at the root starting to tense. Confusingly, my mind is full of images of him kissing me full on the mouth while feeding me this beautiful manhood - both at the same time! - I want to swallow him up with everything I have.
Cool air wafts between my sticky buttocks, reminding me of my reward-to-come, and I start to get more and more excited - I would dearly, dearly, love him to come in my mouth but I want him inside me so much more!
++++Part 8 - Jemima Receives her Just Desserts.
At last the order comes to stop and I reluctantly release his prick from my mouth and start the awkward process of turning round again. I scramble into position until I am kneeling before him on the edge of the bed.
Still with the taste of his prick in my mouth, I push my behind right up and out towards him and press my face into the smooth bedcovering. I am so worked up now that I am actually trembling with anticipation - here on my knees, bottom aching for him, I know that my master is not going to be gentle...
Sure enough, my hips are grabbed from behind - my stockinged knees slide easily over the pink coverlet - and I am pulled straight back towards his waiting prick - I am suddenly grateful for my unexpected extra lubrication as my lover enters me forcefully, easily cleaving my anxious buttocks apart with a single, masterful stroke and driving his whole length, tight and snug, up into my unresisting anus.
I moan out his name out in sheer delight and the man inside me leans even further forward, pressing his stomach into my bound wrists, pushing himself right into me as far as he can go. I know he won't stop until he has totally taken possession of me. My eyes close and I start to breathe deeply.
My backside is filled with him, my bottom crack wet and slippery with my own sperm. I take him into me like a woman, arching my back as best I can, pleased to once more feel the arousing prickle of his pubic hair up against my hole. I tense my buttocks and grip the invading shaft, welcomingly clasping the fullness of my lover's erection with my anus - trying to let him know just how much I love him being inside me, love all that he is doing to me, and that I never want him to stop, that I wished he could fuck me forever...
I hear Steve give a huge groan of satisfaction and incredibly, I feel my muscles, clenching helplessly round the stretching thickness, intimately transmitting the vibrations through the entire insides of my body.
A brief pause to savour the wonderful feeling of penetration, then without warning, my lover's pent up excitement explodes into action - firm, muscular, thighs sheathed in rough canvas pound into the cheeks of my bottom and I suddenly find that I am being energetically subjected to a full-on, doggie-style fucking.
Instinctive, feminine, passions take over, I slide back and clumsily try to meet his thrusts - giving myself up to his male need. He moves my hips with his hands, teaching them the divine two-part rhythm of his lust. He retreats and pumps into me, pulling me back onto his prick.. obediently I thrust back against him (...uhH!...) taking him right into me, before he retreats... again he pumps into me, pulling me back onto his prick...
It is incredibly erotic: for the second time tonight I feel helpless against his rhythmic assault, the mattress creaks with each impact into me... "uhH!"... and a grunt comes from my mouth.
(...uhh!...) - I struggle uselessly to free my wrists, but there is absolutely no escape - my stockings are falling down my sweaty thighs, my nightie is a mere band of cloth round my sweaty waist -
"uhh" - his large hands reach round, cupping my bare titties -
"uHH!" - he is driving me wild, rubbing the clips against my skin -
"UHH please..." - pulling on my aching nipples - I am going crazy, writhing in his gloved hands, impaled on the shaft driving repeatedly inside me.
"UHH' - with each stroke inside me the cold metal of his zipper batters against my backside; each fast, exciting movement between my buttocks produces a distinct squelching sound - once more my face burns hot with shame - and sweat trickles down my crack adding to the slick wetness ...
Looking in the mirror, through the hair falling over my face, I see, burning itself into my erotic imagination, a scene from my deepest fantasies - half-naked Jemima, delirious with pleasure, tied up, speared by a thick, stiff cock and being ravaged from behind. By a gorgeous blond hunk. Hard.
(...ohyesohyes - UHH!...) he is hitting my g-spot so hard each time, my stomach feels weird, my knees weak like they will snap, my prick totally stiff again, waving in the air beneath the arc of my stomach, unable to satisfy itself...
"Please...' - this is the deepest and most intensely that he has ever fucked me - it doesn't really even feel like my Steve inside me! - and I know I am head-over-heels in love with the handsome, blond man now powering into my backside and making me moan like a girl at his touch...
THRUST - "uUH!..."; it's too much - I watch my shiny pink lips begging for his prick, my shoulders quivering with each mighty slam into my rear, my prick bobbing frustratingly above the coverlet -
THRUST - (..uHH! - he MUST come soon...) - I can't take any more of this - want him to explode up my arse fill me with his cream
THRUST - (...oh god! ...) Shown no mercy (...like his come-slut - fucking you like his whore...) my mind is overwhelmed, unable to think:
"...PLEASE!" I wail and suddenly everything is a blur of sensations:
...Steve's thighs piston wildly into my upthrust buttocks;
...the stiff column buried within me seems to swell even bigger and I moan in pure delight, for I know what"s coming;
THRUSTing in me again, Steve shouts out, "AAHH..." - something he never does...
...pounding into me: "YOU..."
THRUST!
...(...yesyesNOW...): "FUCKIN..."
THRUST!
..."BITCHH!!" - strong hands pull me back hard against his groin, onto a vicious, driving, stroke that (..oofFF!..) knocks the breath from me and forces his rampaging cock right into me up to the root.
Firmly pressed into his groin, I can actually feel the pulse and twitch of the thick, slippery, organ wedged tightly between my bottom cheeks. My head reels and I pant with sheer delight as my lover ejaculates powerfully into my stretched, throbbing, anus, sending heavenly squirts of warm spunk streaming wetly through my insides.
In a frenzy of lust and submission, I wriggle my bottom against his crotch, cooing in outrageous appreciation of my new master's prowess... "oh god yes... that's so good...".
My arms and wrists are aching, my shoulders start to collapse but I am utterly overcome - almost mindless with pleasure - kneeling tied-up and dripping with spunk, while my boyfriend finishes emptying his load between my raised and welcoming buttocks.
We fall forward together onto the bed, him still sprawled across my back, his weapon still tightly sheathed in my throbbing, battered rear.
I am annihilated, I can't even think. My lover's full weight pushes me into the mattress. His chin rests near the top of my head, his heavy breaths vibrate through my body and it feels like very inch of our skin is touching. Pressing into my backside, his hips shift slightly and I know the ultimate, extraordinary intimacy of feeling him, still rock-hard and very erect, embedded deep inside me.This thought sends my prick, trapped deliciously beneath my tummy, into a tiny quivering spurt of release. I make a little satisfied noise, feeling the slow warmth of orgasm spreading through me for the second time tonight.
+++++Part 9 - The Exposing of Jemima
There was no going back from this. My desire to get Steve to open up to me more had, in reality, resulted in me being brought face to face with some of the deeper facets of my sexuality.
Although he had obviously known how much I needed to express myself by playing a passive, feminine role in our lovemaking, Steve was now very much aware of how powerfully I could react to being actively humiliated by him. He had experienced first hand the incredible erotic depth-charge that had exploded in me when being properly made to sexually submit to his will... I, on the other hand, had found out that there were indeed strong hidden sides to the man I called my lover.
The mutual discoveries we'd made this night were to have future repercussions on our relationship, and in a way, influenced its eventual end, but lying there beneath my lover, with the taste of his prick on my lips, jewelled nipples sore against the bedclothes and aching bottom overflowing with his semen, I knew only that I had effectively given my new boyfriend the secret keys to Jemima's heart.
And now there was nothing I could do now to take them back...