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He came to me that night in my dreams. Jorge wasn’t a tall man, but his presence made him seem larger than life. We were at an amusement park, surrounded by rides I’d never before imagined. They were fast and colorful, dangerous looking. I had stepped into the future, with Jorge, walking between rides and attractions too numerous to count.
Yet the place we finally entered was an old-fashioned house of mirrors. Everywhere I looked, we were reflected, but each reflection was distorted in unexpected ways. In some mirrors I was small next to Jorge. In others, Jorge didn’t appear at all... I was alone, but either skeletally thin, or disproportionately busty, or even, as in one case, made from metal.
I wore a red-plaid skirt and white blouse from my high school days. On my feet, white tennis shoes, though I’d never owned a pair. Jorge was dressed in faded black jeans and a black T-shirt, sporting the slogan, ‘Real men don’t send flowers’. As always his hair and beard were meticulous--not a single strand out of place. I wondered what his pubic hair looked like.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned slowly. Jorge’s brown eyes pulled at me. His lips were so close. His hands were...what was he doing. He was unbuttoning my blouse. I turned and ran. I smashed into one mirror after another in my attempt to escape, but no matter where I ran, he was still with me.
I turned into a large mirror-filled room and ran right into him. His hands closed on my arms, holding me from him, then pulling me close. My lips touched his and I struggled to get away. It felt amazing, but I didn’t want it to. I didn’t want to feel anything for Jorge. I was using him. He didn’t mean anything to me.
But his tongue was probing my lips, coaxing me to open for him and against my will, I did. His tongue stroked mine, seducing me, teasing me, driving me mad. I could feel juices gushing down my legs. The feeling filled me with panic.
Please Jorge, stop. No more. Don’t do this to me.
Except his mouth was on mine, and I couldn’t help but respond. I felt need build in me as I’d never known. I grew desperate to escape what I now knew was a trap. With every ounce of control I could muster, I pushed him away. I couldn’t do this. Not here. Not with Jorge.
The mirrors around us were gone, replaced by curtains. Jorge’s hands still held me, but I could escape. I turned back to him, but it was no longer Jorge.
“Nicco... please...”
“Aren’t you happy to see me?”
“Yes... no... I don’t know.”
“I think you are.”
And again, those lips on mine, no... different lips. Nicco’s mouth was hotter, drew me in even more. The flow of my juices doubled. I almost came just from that kiss. Nicco’s body pressed against mine. I tried to back away, but there was a wall behind me. I felt his vertical weight against me. I was trapped by his hands, his tongue, the feel of his body. When I looked down again, we were both naked. My nipples rubbed against his chest hair. Already erect, they screamed for attention and Nicco heard them.
His mouth deserted mine and moved down my body. He signed his name on my flesh with his tongue and I was his, as if he’d branded me. His lips encircled my right nipple, caressed it. The wet warmth made me so hot, I almost fainted. Please, Nicco, oh God, please. Don’t do this to me... but I could only think it. He owned my mouth and I could not speak against him, not now... perhaps not ever.
His hands were moving, sliding up and down my arms. His mouth never stopped sucking. He parted my legs with a strong thigh. I could feel his hardness pressed against my hip. His leg, already soaked from my juices, became almost frictionless as I slid against it. I cried out and my arms went around him, pulling him closer to me, as if I could merge us into one being through force alone.
I wanted him so bad... knew I shouldn’t, but couldn’t remember why. I didn’t think about Jaycee. Didn’t think about anything but my own pleasure and Nicco’s shaft pressed against me, beginning to leak cum. I moaned when I realized it. My entire body shuddered. I wanted to cum so bad, I’d have done anything... anything at all. I felt a scream building in the back of my throat, but Nicco’s thigh moved away.
Tears streamed down my cheeks. I was so close to cumming, so frustrated, I couldn’t even think. Then his fingers pulled my lips apart and stroked the sides of my clit so gently, I thought I would die. He jerked it off as if I were a man, and my clit was hard and throbbing. I tingled all over. I knew he was going to take me. I was going to gush cum and we’d drown in it. I wanted him to keep going and wanted him to stop before I was so totally owned, I had no choice but to serve him.
A sound that should have never been there, drew my attention. I fought against it, knowing well what it was, but not willing to relinquish Nicco. It came again and again, delaying my orgasm until, finally, I opened my eyes.
I jerked awake and grabbed the phone.
“Hello?”
“It’s me. Ten minutes, downstairs.”
I was about to protest, but the dial tone wouldn’t have cared. I sighed, stretched and ran to the bathroom. Just enough time to wash, brush my teeth, relieve myself and put on some deodorant before dressing. I had planned on showering that morning, as I’d been too tired the night before. After that strangely surreal and intense dream, I needed release more than ever. I knew where to find it too, but couldn’t afford to be late. I thought about how long it had taken Jorge to get there the day before and almost stayed. The shower, and opportunity to touch myself, beckoned.
No. I had to play the part of a submissive woman. I would have to learn to obey. With great regret, I turned my back to the shower, left my room and locked the door behind me.
To my surprise, Jorge was already waiting in the carport.
“I thought I’d have to wait again.”
He stared at me.
“Good morning, Sir.”
“Good morning, Sandy. How was your night?”
“Short,” I mumbled.
He laughed and motioned for me to get in. I complied and he started driving.
“May I ask where we’re going, Sir?”
“No.”
I smiled. It was all about head games. I knew that now, and so could deal with it. Still, being in the car with an almost stranger, driving to God-knows-where, was not a fun feeling. He drove for quite some time, until finally, he pulled into the parking lot of the Bondage Shoppe. I was certain we’d gone a long way out of the way.
“You took that route to throw me off,” I said.
“Of course.”
He got out. I started to remove my safety belt and he said, “No. You stay in the car.”
I looked at him. He didn’t say anything else, but went about the business of opening the shop.
I looked at the sun through the side window. It was warm already. It would be a hot day. I wondered how long he expected me to sit there. I knew the answer immediately... until he told me not to. I sighed, wishing I’d brought a book along. I wondered how long I’d wait. Was this another test? I had no idea, but if it were, it would be in my best interest to pass it.
So I sat, thinking and baking in the Florida sun. Fortunately, the windows were manual and I was able to roll them down, but I was not happy. He kept me sitting there for two hours, during which time I did nothing but think.
When he came to get me, I was so angry, I wanted to punch him, but I’d agreed to the terms and couldn’t blame him. After all, he was helping me, and had asked for nothing but obedience in return. It was his right to test me, to make sure he was getting his side of the bargain.
The thought blew me away, for truly that’s what submissives did. They gave obedience to have their needs met. He was meeting my needs, so I was obedient. The thought made me more than a little uncomfortable, so I pushed it from my mind and refused to entertain it again.
