Raven get under Sodome skin
During the cocktail Sodome jokes with Raven a star dominant man. They
enter a long and deep intellectual conversation that lead them to
neigboring seats at the dinner table. He was confident, poised and
intellectually fascinating but his lack of interest for female charms,
obviously ignoring my clues about flirting, made me weak inside. Something
in his personality snag my attempts to talk openly about sex. My pulse was
reaching my ears. This and mice game made me angry with myself. Only
stupid let a frame them as a prey. The texture of his smile
stopped the right word at the entrance of my mouth. Finally he took pity
in my plight broaching that he had sex only with submissive female. Would
I be interested? I stop an offended 'no' before it was out. I was
sexually attracted but not a clumsy submissive. Cornered, already bound by
his desire, blocked and blushing like an idiot waiting for clemency, my leg
emitted a clear continue signal to his hand, resting on my thigh, by making
space for it to go further but my lips were sealed. He look at me: "You
want it them." Some devil inside me blocked the simple answer that I wanted
him as an equal. In a submissive mode I lowered my eyes imperceptibly
nodding my head. His hand went all the way to the intersection of my legs
where my tight stopped his progress toward my privacy. I yearned they
would not be there. I wished them away but physically remove them would be
a total loss of face. The all company will notice me uplifting my bottom
to pull them down. The magic touch of his hand on my mound added pressure
on my confused mind. He removed it. He was not going to push me. I
looked at him my lips forming a silent plea. He told me with grace: "If
you need more you must remove them first. I insist on clear signals from
my ladies." He was sharing the same code of behavior: only submissive
remove their thigh at the dinner table. Tears were in my eyes. Fantasies
of receiving his vital instrument, laying on my back were invading my mind
but I could not pass the hurdle. My reason had renouced when my hands,
propelled by the images, from their own volition went to my waist to push
the stupid garment down. I looked around nobody seemed to notice except
him and the slaves behind us. The tight was around my knees, restraining
my freedom like manacles, but his hand did not come back where I expected
it. "Say it beauty, tell me how much you hunger for my caress. This is
only a small step on a long journey. I will be happy to walk you along
that path but you have to prove me how hard you crave it by claiming your
choice to the world. From my point of view the smell of your arousal leave
no doubt about your deeper desire. You don't see you as a bottom but
imagine yourself, lowered, offering your bottom to my fancy. Imagine
exposing yourself with this strap around your feet professing your dark
secret. Imagine standing up to move around the table to display your last
craving." I was speechless but the intimate stir grew to a tempest. If he
had asked me directly to dance naked on the table I could not have refused.
"The smell of the juice underneath your is increasing. Tell me
what color are they ?" What a stupid question but he was so rigth about my
predisposition. The more he talked the worst I craved the warmth of his
hand. I grumbled forgotting my pride: "White, they are white and yes I
want your hand." All shame gone I spread my leg for his touch as much as
the band around my knee would let me. He found my buttons under the thin
barreer, breaking any remaining resistance, to bring me into a shaterring
explosion. It was the end of dinner. with sweat, I was watching him
in awe. I pulled my tight back up to raise from the chair.
In the following sex games I saw woman having intense vaginal pleasure
under his ministrations but to get at him one had to wait in a line where
no pride was kept. Fortunately the glow of his hand was still swaying my
groin. It was enought for tonigh. I caugh his eyes and there was some
interest. Before he left he came to me offering his card in case I would
like another chance to meet him. He requested that when I asking for him I
identify myself as the woman with the hairy cleft that he masturbated under
the table at a dinner party.
Jim's failure
On the morrow at the end of dinner the need for being taken swept me. I
got my two slaves out of their clothes. Disappointedly both dick were
only half erect. I called them closer to grab their balls in my hands.
Jim dick started pointing toward the ceiling. I was pleased but I could
not stop myself from comparing with yesterday rush. I took the pole in my
palm. It was hard, not vibrating, so there was no urge to stuff it inside
me. I cannot get them to be completely excited. I will have to use a gode
again. I spoke to Trish that was massaging her shoulders "Get me the
medium rose gode" Deception could be read on Jim face. He though Again I
will not be able to penetrate her. She is still pissed from the last time
she let me in. Last time I came, two days ago, she had me masturbate. She
is too hard on me. She prefers Jules or the women she let them come all
the time. I cannot even remember last time I got sucked. The tough were
interrupted by her voice: "Jim come here to suck my ass. Slowly and keep
your tongue in and out as deep as you can. Put all the love you can in
it." I was on all four. Trish was my clit from under, Jim my ass
hole from above but something was wrong. I needed to be taken, carried
away from inside. I though let's try again. I lay on my back and called
Jim on top of me. He thrust himself eagerly inside. On the first thrust I
could feel that he was restraining himself. He was going to come if I
moved. I was wondering how to help him: "I'm all open for you. Don't you
like the feel of my ? " Jim was feeling all weak in his belly.
Again his call of being on top of her was answered but he could not make
her moan with his furious thrust into her juicy tunnel. In his fantasy she
was moaning, jerking and definitely convinced that he was much better than
all those other morons she kept bringing home. Here was his chance. He
mustered all his might to take control of his shaft and move deep and long
saying: "Yes Mistress I love your body so much. I want this to go on for
ever." But he could not feel anything himself. He had to totally separate
his epidermis from his mind to keep shoving her. If only he could feel her
love right now. He only felt her demand. I bucked back for a while
insisting on giving him his chance. He was giving something and I reacted
to it but it stopped. No sexual fountain was flowing from him. A dildo
would be harder than his pole and not less alive. I decided to try Jules.
I got Jim out of me. He was broken something undebatable was wrong. I
called Jules on top of me. He was so happy to penetrate me. His squirming
organ cheered me up. My body relaxed while I was holding him in my arm,
cuddling him. I was giving him pleasure, at least someone will be happy
tonight, that was better than nothing. A big warmth for Jules engulfed me.
He was like me yesterday quivering for Raven hand to pursue. He simply
wanted satisfaction and I was going to give it to him at least. I
whispered in his ear, come when you want my man, enjoy my wetness, move,
cuddle and take your pleasure. His undulations felt great and it took a
big effort to refrain myself from asking for more. I was getting a hunch
about the real thing: the must like it all along. He also must have
lot of might. Jules was already at the end of his fire. I moved my hips
for him milking him in a long steep orgasm. I let him relax inside me. I
should give the same to Jim but I did not want any more sex for the
evening. May be I will in my bed, or something naughtier have
Jim suck me but as much as I liked to tease him the idea was not fun
anymore. I took Gabriella with me to talk with her about the leg breaking
emotion of my contact with Raven because she was so often caught into not
wanting what she wanted. Also she had said something about being closer to
vaginal orgasm when she was talking about her pledge last time. What was
it ? She wanted to know who was fucking her because this was getting
to her deep inside for the first time. Strangely it seemed that it was as
simple as that: some get at you while other don't. Gabriella prepared
my bath and washed me before sitting close in the tub. I confided her how
Raven had me explode with his finger while I was fighting to keep my
dignity. The last word from my mouth surprised me: "I want to be taken
over the edge, kicking and screaming all the way through, by a gentle and
loving hand. I need my partner pleasure to rebound from plateau to
plateau, till the moment where all my might cannot stop the flow like if I
was a piece of wood in the surf irresistibly driven to the safe heaven of
the beach. I need to trust, to abandon myself." "This happen to me all the
time. I do not want to be humiliated or but abandonning me to the
other might creates delicious twirls. I whish sweetness would bring me
there but it make me uncomfortable like an excess of sugar. The abuse
brings back the twirls but it could be that nobody loved me ever. I love
you because you handle me so well. This may be the core of submissive
spirit. The secret need of being dragged. On my pledge day, for the first
time I got a glimpse of a vaginal layer of sensation. I was excited by the
way you put me back in my place. It was like if you could read my own
desire behind my consciousness. This guy was moving in such a synchronized
tender and vibrant way that his pleasure was seeping all over throughout my
sheath. At this very moment I thought that I could not reach satisfaction
from this canal anyway and the sparkle was gone. He stop soon after. From
my submissive situation I'm not sure if he detected the change in my mind
or if he changed his fancy." "You need me to prepare you for the male. I
need you to share my new discovery of the intense but complex consequences
of being dependent of another person caprice. What I'm searching now is
what trigger women to open the inner gate to the pleasure flow where sits
the core of sexuality. Men's talk about the itch. You and Trish about the
urgency for relief because you believe that I hold the strings. Reality is
I do not. You put me there because you cannot, by yourself, confront the
mystery of your body fluids. And yes, by turning control over to me you
get a better balance. I know better than you how to manage your surges and
phantasm. Yesterday I discovered that I also carry this part deep inside.
I was gushing while he was murmuring those horrible things he was going to
coerce me into before bringing me to my peak in ten stroke. I'm confused
about what I'm." Gabriella was thinking than a little bit of orgasm
deprivation would make Sodome more amenable to her actual plight. May be
even a good spanking will help her reach this graal. She aches for the
capabilities to take over the lead in the relation. This is what Sodome
needs now but she cannot do it. Sodome is so weak that she would give her
anything but Gabriella intuition tells that tomorrow Sodome will be angry
if she use this confidence to get some relief. "I'm very grateful for the
care you invest in me. I strive to get above my basic impulse for one more
relief but the taste of your tongue is so rare. When I recollect all my
coitus I'm never really expecting much. I'm offering myself more because
of the outside demand than because of an inside drive. I don't remember
having volunteered penetration. I did seduce but only to be secure. I
faked coming to make them happy, to let them relax, to make you happy. You
insisted that it was part of my job. I always believed that it was a myth
until two weeks ago when some barrier opened. May be because I was
concentrating on the desire around me and on Marilyn pleasure, may be this
was this magic. Some coitus where purely hurting me, some where
fulfilling, sometimes I totally gave myself still nothing happened." "I'm
attracted by your position. Picturing myself in your position turns me on.
If only you could polarize me, force me to take care of you instead of half
whining, half hoping I will. It may be what I need to get the complete
orgasm." "You know I cannot. I do not know any other way to ask than the
one I use that upset you. One day you will feel the pinch too and you will
forgive me, better you will understand the pattern of my emotions." Sodome
was moved by her confidence. The day she was talking about was very close.
"Someday Raven will come home. I hope we give him a good time so he will
come often. He will lead me but I want to keep some limit. I choose to be
his mate but not his slave. He must respect me but as I told you already
I'm not sure at all that he is not going to break into my defenses." Now
Gabriella was really concerned. She hugged Sodome, got her out of the bath
and dressed her for the night. Sodome invited Gabriella to sleep with her.
Their usual habits took over and Gabriella performed Sodome bed time suckle
before laying into Sodome warmth. Strangely it was worth all the orgasm in
the world.
Dinner at Raven
Sodome calls Raven a little while later. He invited her to a dinner at
his home. She was wearing her tights as a statement: she was not his next
bimbo. The access of crazyness of the other night was gone. His huge
mansion, with an inumerable number of slaves servant, put her on in a
defensive mood. She was not letting anybody check her underwear. He had
forced her in an underling situation at their first encouter but today she
will stay in balance. She was not Gabriella. She was going to please him
but as an equal. He surprised her again by not trying in anyway to
ascertain his dominant position. He invited her to sit in a couch in front
of him. They talk for a long time during a six people dinner served by
perfectly styled serving maids in frilly white corset enhancing all her
curves while hiding none of her womanly attributtes. He was fascinating
and allowed her to exhibit her outstanding spirit giving her the position
of a very exceptional person. He was happy to meet her on an intellectual
basis but he had no need for sex between them. She was attractive but he
did not want such a great person to suffer the exaction of submission. She
was too good to be used as an extra ass in a row of girl. They were
sitting in the library after dinner. Soon it will be time to head back
home. Respect was good but she was craving sex listening to him, dreaming
that he was taking her hand to lead her to his room for a passionate love
making. All this time telling her whim made her forgot how one gives the
hints that she is ripe for seduction. More to the point he demanded sign
that she has choosen not to give. It was the last chance for tonight. If
she wanted sex she had to show him something about sex. She took his hand
to bring it to her lips. He let her do passively. Encouraged she told
him: "I wish you were more active." He had no choice but to give her what
she wanted. "You know what I like in woman." "Even in me ? You are so
special to me and I'm like any woman to you ?" "You are a twin brain but
for our flesh to merge you must be my play thing." The whirl took over her
belly. Surprisingly she felt secure in his presence and the urge was
strong enought to go a little farther on that way. Her resolve faltered.
What was she keeping her charm for ? She will stop him when she decided
so. She lowered his hand unto her crotch. He grinned calling on a maid to
come closer: "Sodome let me introduce you to Irma. Turn around Irma, show
our guest your mark." Her bottom was crossed by welts. A small raven
which beak was her brown back orned it. Her left nipple was pierced
by a black ring. She was attractively offering her slits to him. "Sodome
do you want to become like her ? Ultimately this is were I will drive you.
You must know what sex with me means for you. A nude maid rewarded by an
occasion to display her creases to her Master. Touch her she is all wet.
Are you such a slut ?" Hypnotized Sodome dipped her finger in Irma's wet
hollow. Sodome own cavern was craving some attention too but she was
frozen at the idea of herself bearing all Irma's mark. No she definitely
was not such a slut but she wanted him. The silence was heavy when he
broke it again: "Imagine yourself in her place." Her mind flew to a of herself, nude, bending forward to give him a view of the oval pouch
holding her treasure. It was exciting. What I'm going into ! Raven
caught the smell coming out of her cavities. She had choosen. He called
me to the arm of a couch. "Come here brainy slut." I was terrorised. He
laid me on it, face down, butt high, before lifting my skirt to leave it in
the middle of my back. Paralysed I let him do while some dark part of my
psyche was delighted to be finally forced into that position. He called
Irma to pull my tight down to my ankles before delicately releasing into
the light the bulb surrounding my entrance by pushing my some
inches down. His voice was full of lust: "Here you go. You have done it:
your first exposition ! I'm all hard for you. Move it let us know how
happy your are to be there. I will let you there for a while to see what
kind of game your bait will call." No way, anybody could fuck me and I did
not want it. I talk instead of moving: "Raven, I want you to take me not
any passerby. Please humor me." His voice was harsh. "I told you it was
not your type. You can stand. We will go back to be intellectual
partners." I did not want that either. I was stuck. I moved my ass to
mollify him while pleading again: "I want to be your sex partner but I do
have my pride. Please do not leave me for anybody to take." "This is the
first and last time I let you have your way. You are now well forewarm.
Irma will play with you. She will keep intruders out of your while
you wait, exposed, for my return." I kept quiet. She laid on the couch
gluing her clit on my lips. "Suck me beauty. It is not often that I got
such an occasion. Soon you will be familiar with the frustration. Call
them to your center. I will send them away but he is watching you." At
this point I had no choice. I wag my posterior. The excitment drove apart
the line on Sodome folds to show the pink lip guarding the tunnel aperture.
Irma's legs were around my head enjoying my mouth when something glided on
the wetness of my pink lips on its way to the deeper end of my body. I
contracted to get Irma away from my mouth to call her to what was
happening. "Sorry beauty, I was so involved that I did not notice this guy
coming by. Sir, Raven asked me to guard her entrance. She is not game yet
but be patient, she is on her way." The bitch was having fun at my
expenses: "Let me get you ready. I bet you would not want to fuck him with
your dress on. Would you ?" I kept the insult I had for her in my mind.
She proceeded to unzip my dress passing it over my head before unclipping
my bra to let me totally nude except for the below my ass. The
incident had augmented her enthusiasm for my mouth. Adding another
annoyance she pinched my tits. As cold as possible, bitching in my mind
for her to stop, I show my disaproval, not daring to tell her outright.
What did he mean when he say that she could play with me. What was the
limit? I downgraded the quality of my services hoping she will get the
idea but she pinched me ferociously adding that she was going to complain
to Raven if I did not play graciously. I gave up the fight, giving her the
best flick I could muster while ignoring her annoying pinch. A hand,
sliding all along the bottom line of my exposed bulb, made me aware of how
blooming was my flower. The bitch, an hindrance not a protection, did not
say anything. The hand was on its way deeper, flushing me with anger, when
I recognized his magic touch. Suddenly I was purring like a cat. I heard
his voice: "Well you recognize me at least. For a moment I was afraid that
you would not." He was skimming my fanning my sensations. I got
myself under control. I fancied him taking me not give him another total
victory by coming for his finger. He continued his fumbling around
bringing me back to the edge. What a whimp I was when given the occasion.
The bitch in my mouth was quite exited too. I could not stand it. I came
with a furious trashing of back side. I was overpowered. He let me drink
to the bitter end. He was a jerk too. He did not dare stuff his thing
inside because I would know that he was unable too. That was why he did
not dare take me. His organ was a weakling. He must have a direct line to
my brain because he said: "I will show you what you missed." On those words
he pushed me back up to witness the bitch receiving the fuck of her life.
She was ectatic. "See what you miss. You could be at her place if it was
not for your lack of stamina." He let me go telling to call back if I
decided to go further on the submission path.
On the way home I was haunted by images of my body serving stylish meal
garbed in those lacy underwears with nothing to cover my nor my labia.
It was appealing it and I hated this emotion. Right now I despised the
images much more that I wanted them but a small voice was murmuring
Gabriella to my certitude. Her obvious repugnance to my scorn did not stop
her sometimes grumbling flight to my feet to receive her dose of
adrenaline. The main puzzle was how could I be caught in such an obvious
ploy ? Well, some meaningless compulsion shepherd me all the way till he
accepted my invitation to an intimate dinner at home where I fantacize him
perceiving us as such an attractive commune that he will agree to become a
regular guest.
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