red. Then I'd shove a dildo up your pussy and tell you that it better not fall out while I continued to spank you. If it did fall out, I'd have to shove it up your ass.'
Tracy started, not sure she liked how the fantasy was going. But he continued, 'When I got tired of that, I'd get underneath you and tongue your little cunt until you were insane with desire. I'd bring you to the edge over and over, until you were practically crying with the need to come.
'But I wouldn't let you. I'd leave you chained and on fire while I watched TV or read next to you for a while. If I felt like it, I might eventually let you down so you could sleep at my feet. Of course I'd cuff you for the night so your naughty fingers wouldn't 'accidentally' find their way to your hot little pussy.'
He sighed a little, then said, 'But of course, you're not up here, and you're not mine, so that won't be happening.'
Tracy suppressed her own sigh as he continued. 'But I can give you a taste of it, even from 2,000 miles, if you want it, Tracy. Do you want it?'
'Yes,' she breathed, her nipples hardening against her light t-shirt.
'You're too special to me for this to be just a game, Tracy. Do you think you're ready to move to the next level? Because it involves some level of commitment, on both our parts. It is going to affect you emotionally; take you away from your husband in that regard. That isn't something you want to do lightly. Don't even answer now. We'll talk about it some more online tomorrow.
'But for tonight, just for tonight, I will give you a little punishment. When you get back home, go into the bathroom and strip. Examine yourself in the mirror. Touch your nipples, cup your pussy, feel its sweet heat. Think about me, and what I would do to you if I owned you. Touch yourself. Arouse yourself. Make yourself hot and needy. And then, this time, really stop. Really experience what it is to be on fire for me.
'Then I want you to kneel down, and whisper to me, 'Paul, these are your breasts. This is your body; this is your cunt. I exist to serve you, Paul. I am your slave.' Say those exact words, and feel once more how hot and wet you are. Then get up, put on your nightclothes, and go read a book or something. If Kyle wants to fuck you, let him, but don't you dare come. You don't have permission to come until I tell you to. Understand?'
'Yes,' Tracy whispered, her body already tingling with anticipation.
'Now go buy your milk. I'm gonna try and get some work done, so I won't be online anymore tonight. I'll talk to you tomorrow. 'Night, sweetheart.'
The next morning, early, Tracy found this email in her mailbox. 'Hi slave girl. Since we've decided to take this new step together, I'm going to begin a little training with you. Even online and on the phone, you can begin to experience what it is to submit. I want to teach you about control, and loss of it. I want to teach you to submit with grace, obeying without hesitation, no matter how much it might 'embarrass' or humiliate you. I want to teach you how to let go, sexually and on a deeper level, so that you can truly give of yourself without a hidden agenda of what you can 'get' out of it.
'I guess what I really want to do is help you decide if you are truly submissive, or just a masochistic slut girl out to get herself off with a little pretend dominance and little pretend pain. (Which doesn't make you a bad person! I've known many a sexy masochistic slut girl. Just be clear it's very different from being truly submissive.)
'If we were together, physically, we could find out rather quickly. You could experience my lash, my whip, my crop, and really understand what it is to suffer. You could feel the bite of my nipple clamps on your breasts, the cut of the cane against tender thighs.
'It would become quickly clear if you were just into experiencing the heady mixture of pleasure and pain, or if you truly were willing to accept the responsibility of belonging to someone else – because it is responsibility, and a willingness to trust in your lover. To give yourself so completely to me that if I took a knife and held it to your spread open pussy, you would keep it spread for me, and wait for whatever I chose to do to you.
'Submitting with grace isn't about having no fear; it's about getting through the fear and, like a fire to metal, creating a stronger alloy of love and passion, not despite your fear or pain, but partially because of them.
'God, Tracy, I want you. I know I don't say that much, because I don't like to compromise you, and I won't, ever. You don't ever have to come to me, in a physical sense. But I'll always be here for you, waiting, as I once said, for a thousand years.
'But enough of that. We'll begin with a series of assignments. You'll complete each one, and then write me a detailed email telling me what you did, how it felt, and what you think you got out of it. It will be an adventure for both of us.'
Tracy was surprised by her first assignment. She had expected more sexual denial and withholding her own pleasure, which had been an intensely erotic experience. When Kyle had entered her that night, she was truly wet and open, though not for him. In her state of arousal, she was able to relax sufficiently to really enjoy Kyle's thrusting and pummeling.
She found herself responding to his body, and had tried to kiss his mouth, but he pulled away, intent, as usual, on his penis inside of her, and little else. Closing her eyes, Tracy imagined it was Paul taking her body, and felt a rising heat and a lovely pressure building inside of her. Shit, she was going to come! He had expressly, directly, ordered hernot to.
She tried to still her body; to control her reactions to Kyle's cock in her pussy and Paul's image in her mind. A moan escaped her lips and Kyle responded with his own grunts of pleasure. 'You feel so good tonight, babe,' he murmured, his voice low with pleasure. 'Oh, God!' he cried suddenly, ejaculating into her. Tracy braced herself for his final thrusts, which were always the hardest and usually hurt her. Tonight they didn't hurt, and she was almost sorry when they subsided.
Tracy could feel Kyle's heart pounding against her breasts. She was still on fire with lust, Paul's voice still in her ears, but she had obeyed him. She hadn't come, and now she would close her legs, keep them closed, and go to sleep, with fiery dreams and his name on her tongue.
Remembering it now, with a little shake of her head, Tracy brought herself back to the present, and Paul's email. Her first assignment was to go to an adult boutique and get herself a small butt plug! Eww, was her first response. Kyle had never shown the slightest interest in her ass, and that had been just fine with her!
She had a boyfriend in her freshman year of college who had tried to convince her to have anal sex, but she had wanted no part of it. The very idea frightened her. That little hole just wasn't meant for something so big and hard as a cock!
One day, teasing her, the boyfriend, whose name was Steve, had playfully wrestled her to the bed. They were naked and kissing, not yet having made love. He had pinned her down, with her belly to the bed. They were both breathing hard and laughing, and Tracy was more than a little turned on. He lifted her by the hips, forcing her into a position on her hands and knees, and he had stuck his tongue against her puckered little asshole.
Eighteen year old Tracy was shocked, and jerked away from him. He laughed, and said, 'Come on, baby, you'll love it. I promise. Let me show you!' She wouldn't let him near her bottom, and he finally gave up.
One thing he did do, she now recalled, that had been a big turn on for her, he held her wrists when he licked her pussy. It had happened one day by accident. He was licking and suckling her, and she was close to orgasm. She didn't want to come yet, but wanted to wait until he was inside her, so she pushed his head away.
He ignored her and moved right back into position, licking her clit, drawing her close to the edge of release. She pushed his head again, more roughly, and he grabbed a wrist in each hand, holding them tightly so she couldn't struggle out of his grasp.
It had been wildly exciting to her, though she was still too repressed at the time to admit just why. With her wrists held tight, he continued to lick her to blinding orgasm. She had been a limp rag doll after that, but he didn't seem to mind as he climbed over her and fucked her, coming quickly as a nineteen year old boy will do.
After that, she always pushed his head away, and he obligingly grabbed hold of her wrists and held her still while he tongued her to orgasm. Their relationship fizzled out, but she had always remembered the feel of his strong fingers, tight upon her wrists.
With Kyle, whom she met during her sophomore and final year of college, she tried to recreate the experience, pushing his head away, hoping he would grab her wrists as Steve had.
Kyle, not knowing her secret agenda, obliged by reasonably assuming she didn't want him to do that anymore, which suited him, since, for him, it was just a means to 'get her ready' for his sizable cock.
She also tried to get him to wrestle with her, and pin her down, as Steve had, but he didn't understand the game, and she gave up rather quickly, not willing to explain herself or even to try and understand her own motives better.
