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Author's infos Gender: Female Age: 53 Location: A green and pleasant land |
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| Introduction: The Making of a Domme 4 | ||
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If you haven't alread, go back and read my other stories, but this can stand alone. For those of you who are reading closely and wonder what happened to the original 'hero', we simply drifted apart and don't communicate any more. It hurt a little, and I offer a piece of advice - don't think you can't be hurt by virtual relationships. You can, every bit as bad as if you had met in the flesh..... Moving On I look out of the window of my new city apartment, the nightscape glittering like so many fairy lights and shimmering over the water of the harbour. You have moved on now my dear, and I have had to grow a tougher skin. It seemed that our love was the real thing, that it would go on forever, but work took you away for months and it couldn’t last under that pressure. I remember our last meeting, our farewell – not here, but in my previous place by the water’s edge, watching the boat bearing you away, seeing you standing looking back at me and growing smaller and smaller. I didn’t know for sure that it was farewell, but then I heard. An engagement, the news brought to me by a friend. I didn’t cry, I picked myself up and changed and moved on. I restyled my hair and dyed it midnight black from its original flame red, I lost a few extra pounds and I moved here in the thick of things, no longer a country girl, but a tough city woman. My new wardrobe is sharp and stylish, no longer possessing the soft innocence that I displayed for you. I had gotten a promotion at work and thrown myself into it, meeting new people and making new friends. Yes, I had a few dates but they all bored me, all eager and energetic but vapid, lacking your focussed dynamism and vision. You had a mystery and solidity about you, and they were totally transparent and shallow in comparison. Tonight is different. Tonight I don’t want to be alone, and I have chosen someone who I can see myself spending time with, someone completely unlike you. He is younger, dark haired, new to the city as I once was, boyish and self effacing. His name is John and he is taller and more slender than you, clean shaven and pale, almost goth. We meet for a meal – I am paying, for he has only recently started working for the company and he is at the bottom of the corporate ladder. We have met a few times and he has taken a liking to me – I do not object to being seen with him, he draws admiring glances from my friends, who joke about my ‘toyboy’. Yes, he is younger than you my dear, and less experienced no doubt, but all the better to be moulded to my desire. I am no longer the innocent girl you seduced, I am in control now. John smiles at me, asking what I am thinking of, and I feel just a little guilty for wanting to manipulate him. But I am sure he will not object when I invite him inside after the party tonight. We make pleasant conversation and move on from the restaurant, where I have made sure to drink only a little of the wine at the table. He looks a little nervous as we sit in the taxi making our way onward through the damp city streets. It is not so much a party we go to, as a social event with the executives in my organisation and he will know few people there. I smile and gently squeeze his thigh "I hope you won’t find it too boring – just tell me when you have had enough, and we can leave. I just have to speak to a few people, show my face" The unanswered question hangs in the air – where will we be going afterwards, and will we remain together? The party is nothing special to me, but he looks like a wide eyed child at the well dressed guests and the opulent setting at the exclusive hotel. He says little and I keep him in sight, preferring him to be close if possible. I see admiring and envious glances – he is good looking in a boyish way, and I allow the others to think what they will. Finally I have done all I need to and I turn to him "Time to go, I think" and I see doubt flicker across his face - what next? We go outside into the cool city night and I do not hail a cab – instead I turn toward the river, and take his hand and lead him to the walkway overlooking the glittering water. I take both his hands and turn toward him. “John, I have enjoyed your company these past weeks, and hope you have had fun too” I pause to see him nod eagerly and begin to answer, but I do not allow him to speak. “I know like me you are not in a relationship. There was someone a while ago, but he has gone now, and I find myself lonely at times.”He lets go of my hand and brings it to my cheek, gazing into my eyes with an expression of empathy ‘I don’t want to be alone tonight, John, and would be happy if you came back with me - would you like that?” He nods “The city can be a lonely place” he says “I’d be pleased to see your home” “I don’t know what will happen, John, at the moment it’s just company that I want, but who knows where it might lead?”At that, we turn back to the road and I hail the taxi that will take us back to my apartment. As we get out, for a moment I remember the first time you brought me to your apartment in the city – we had been lovers for a while but you had not let me into your inner sanctum. My heart lurches, but then John takes my hand to help me out of the taxi and I smile gratefully. I will try not to hurt him, make it plain where my affections lie – but where do they lie? At the moment they are dormant and I don’t know what lies ahead. I am flattered when Cija asks me out for dinner, embarrassed at my inability to pay for anything beyond drinks. From the first time I saw her I was struck by her elegant beauty, nervous at approaching her, encouraged by her friendly manner to me despite her cool reputation. I have played it cool so far – or I have tried to – being sure to be near when she appeared to need company. There is a look in her eye that speaks of disappointment and loneliness, but I have said nothing. When she leads me outside and tells me of her need my heart leaps with the chance to prove myself worthy – my peers have joked with me saying she is out of my league, but I am determined. I don’t put myself forward in the cab, not wanting to make the first move or scare her, and am impressed by the location of her home. Once inside, I take off my coat and go to make coffee, leaving my young guest to explore and exclaim at the understated elegance of my decor. I find him standing on the balcony looking out at the lights and the harbour, and hand him his cup. I stand close, the smell of the coffee mingling with his fading aftershave and my own scent. I run my hand down his back and lightly over the seat of his trousers. I had truly only wanted company tonight, but his presence excites me – it has been a long time after all since I have had sex. We drink silently, the tension building until I see him looking sheepishly into his empty cup. Gently I take it from him, putting both cups on the windowsill and turn to him, meeting his gaze. I can’t let him make the first move – I lean forward and kiss him softly on the lips, smelling the coffee on his breath. I place a hand on his chest so that I can slow things down if he becomes too eager, just a hint of pressure to let him know that I am in charge. The kiss deepens and I feel my body starting to respond, my hand slipping under his tie and unfastening buttons to get to his bare chest. I feel his heart pounding and feel his hardness pressing against his thigh. Our lips are sealed together, tongues exploring, and his hands go to the small of my back and to my buttocks pulling me onto him. I have to stop for breath, and I pull away from him. ‘Perhaps we should take this to the bedroom’ I say, and take a hold of his tie to lead him there. It has the same view, a big picture window letting in the glow of the metropolis, but with muslin curtains to soften the glare. He sits on the edge of the bed looking a little nervous and I slip off my shoes, turning for him to help unzip my dress. I let it slide to the floor, at first standing in bra, panties and stockings, then kneeling at his feet to unlace his shoes and remove his socks, looking up at him. I pick my dress up off the floor as he pulls at his tie and collar. I hang the dress neatly and turn back to him, taking his tie and shirt from him – these I toss onto the floor and get onto the bed with him, straddling his thighs and pressing my lips to his. We kiss until we have to break for breath, and I sit back onto his lap, kneeling and admiring the bulge in his trousers, shifting forward so my groin is pressed lightly to his. He moans at the pressure and his hands go to my hips, gently squeezing my buttocks and then his fingertips moving upward to find the fastening to my bra. He fumbles a little but soon has it unfastened and eases the straps off my shoulders. I catch at the cups, holding them there for a moment before revealing my bare breasts to him. He groans appreciatively, gently cupping and stroking them so that the nipples harden and I feel the tingle deep in my groin. I reach to his belt and unfasten it, unzipping his fly and almost holding my breath as I explore his hardness through the fabric of his boxer shorts. I break away from him, taking my leg back over to kneel beside him on the bed. Reluctantly his hands leave my breasts and he meets my gaze – I motion toward his trousers and boxers, smiling “I’m sure you’d be more comfortable without those” and he blushes a little, standing and stripping them off as I watch. At the same time I peel my stockings off, putting them into a drawer by the bedside, barely taking my eyes from him. “Are you sure this is what you want, Cija?” he asks, standing naked before me – my eyes do not meet his, they are drawn to his eager manhood and for a moment I wonder what I have done. He is pale skinned to the point of having no tan lines even though it is early summer. It tells of a young man spending long hours at his desk poring over reports and resumes in order to make a good impression. I find myself wondering if I should make an effort to advance his career a little if I can. Mentally I shake my head – no, that will not do, he has to make his own way like I did. I tear my eyes away and take control once more, sliding to the edge of the bed and sitting facing him with my legs open and take his hands. “Of course I’m sure” I say with a sly smile, drawing him closer; he kneels on the floor in front of me and gently kisses my breasts again. I stroke his hair and his hands circle my hips, feeling under the fabric of my panties. My excitement increases but I hold back – I want to control, to be the one seducing him. I run my fingers through his hair and lean forward to kiss his lips softly, teasingly, letting my hands roam down further over his back, gratified to feel him tremble in response. I break the embrace and kneel on the bed, slipping out of my panties, beckoning him to follow. He does so eagerly, crawling toward me, and before he can reach me, I playfully push him onto his back, one of my knees between his thighs gently pressing against his balls. I hear him catch his breath and I lean down to kiss his lips again, my hand wandering over his belly. He tries to get up but I press my hand firmly to his chest. “Just lie back, John, and tell me when you’re close to coming – I want to take my time, sweetie” He blushes and seems about to say something, but then closes his eyes, relaxing back onto the mattress. I run my fingers along his jaw and down to his chest, circling his nipples. My lips go to his neck, kissing and softly sucking, and I feel for every tremor, every catch of breath to gauge his response. The idea of having this man to do with as I will excites me, but I don’t want him completely passive. I take his hand and bring it to my breast – he catches on quickly but I explain, becoming bolder. “You can touch me, but I’m in charge – understand?” To my relief, he nods and caresses my nipple - l lean forward and press it to his mouth, and his hand goes to my back, softly stroking as he flicks his tongue over my flesh. I shift, moving my knees so I am straddling him, and he moans as I lower myself onto his groin, my pussy pressing onto his hard cock. I sit up away from him, his mouth reluctantly losing contact with my breast, but his hands reach out to cup them instead, thumbs gently circling my nipples. I have meant to go slow, but am having trouble holding back so pause for a moment in order to look over every inch of the body lying beneath me. He is broad shouldered and narrow waisted, lean with a little muscle but not in an obvious way. A little hair peppers his chest but a dark line trails from his navel to his groin. I feel him stir beneath me looking a little puzzled and I snap back to the moment. I reach between my thighs and gently take his rock hard cock, feeling a little precum at the tip, and start to slide the head inside my wet folds. The slickness there is more than enough to slide him in easily although I fumble a little. He groans as I sink down, gradually taking more and more in until I feel my groin resting on his, feeling a little stretched. My breath catches as at last I feel the warmth of flesh, the human contact that I have craved so much, the sounds and smells of another body that has eluded me as I used my toys, now sitting unused in the bedside table drawer. I put my hands to his hips as I start to ride him, slowly gyrating my pelvis, feeling him deep inside me. He catches at my hips, clutching my flesh, digging his fingers in. “Hold on baby, wait for me” I say, “No coming until I say so” He nods and relaxes a little. I concentrate and set up a steady rhythm of rising and falling, closing my eyes and savouring the sensation of fullness but trying to stay aware of his reactions too. I soon feel my need growing with this new companion, and teeter for a while on the edge of orgasm. I hear John groaning and urge him to pick up the pace, gripping his hips, telling him I am close and he can follow me. He thrusts upward, gasping with passion and at last I feel the pleasure crest – I throw my head back and cry out with the intensity, my walls clamping down on his cock strongly. It is only a matter of seconds before I feel him twitch inside me and hot wetness flood my insides. We ride out the last waves of pleasure together until I am spent, and lower myself onto his chest, letting him slip out of me. I roll off him to the side, reaching for tissues to clean up. We lie silently side by side, our breath slowing, and I find myself wondering at my new resolve. It was exciting to be in charge and John seemed to be happy with it – the sense of power was intoxicating and arousing. I realise that I had not compared him to you at all – not this time. Perhaps I am over you at last my dear, and ready to move on. Something has changed and I feel elated, new horizons stretch before me and for the first time I genuinely wish you well, wherever you are. I lie next to her, wondering at her cool beauty and her passion, at what I have done to deserve her notice. The way she directed my every move intrigues me – I have always been attracted to strong women but repelled by aggression. My previous encounters with other women have been short lived and I so want for this to work. She said she only wanted company, and I am so glad things have developed like this. What can I do to keep her interested, what does she want from me now? I want to stay, to watch her breathe, to feel safe by her side, and drift off to sleep, but does she expect me to leave? I must not appear needy, perhaps I should offer to go and see what her reaction is. |
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