Ringing in the New Year

After the weekend I went home with an college old friend. Other than collapsing in the same bed after some drunken party years ago, we had somewhat circled one another for years without finding ourselves as we did back in my apartment, sitting on my livingroom floor, newly bundled in dry clothes, and nursing a few drinks to add some warmth to our system. We talked for a while, catching up and then recognizing our mutual tiredness we just decided not to try to make something out of nothing and hit the hay. There was some small mutual recognition that it could be lovely, but we also knew that if it wasn't tonight, there would likely be another. Too she had a boyfriend, so even her completely innocent presence in my bed was still something of a transgression. And complete discretion was agreed to. (You, dear reader, won't say anything, will you?)

We moved to the bedroom and just for the sake of seeing each other's faces while we continued our conversation lit the candles. Though the light was romantic, our exhaustion was not. We dispensed with the niceties of undressing each other and just agreed that it would be warmer and more comfortable to be unclothed. And quickly we were.

As we crawled under the covers, I felt her warm skin and the luscious curves of her breasts and ass. I spooned myself against her from behind, and she pushed back against me. To my surprise, at this late hour, I responded. She turned herself around and put her lips to mine. Her mouth was warm and wet and we smiled at each other through our kiss. It felt good. She felt good. We settled into some good old fashioned making out. My hands over her body and hers on mine.

There was a natural break in the action and she looked at me and said, "Do you remember that conversation we had where you talked about how you were experimenting with power and sex?"

"Yes, " I replied.

"How's that going for you?" she asked.

"Not bad. I haven't really found one person to play with, but I've been able to experiment on both sides -- dom and sub, so it has been quite interesting. Why?"

"Well," she said, "I really like being a dom...I really like that..."

She trailed off and I looked at her and said, "I would be thrilled to put myself in your hands."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," I agreed. "Yes. Nothing would excite me more. " I explained that I had found it much easier to find women to play the submissive role, but that many women who think they are being dominant are really not as comfortable with assuming the responsibility that goes with that position. That it takes a real commitment to to the submissive person to carry out that role throughout the entire encounter, and most people think the dominant role is easy and more fun, but that in my experience as a dom, I found it much more work and much harder to sustain that. So, I concluded, I haven't had a really good complete sub experience in quite some time.

She assured me that I should not worry... and bade me lie back.

I put my hands up over my head and grasped my bed frame. She proceeded to work my body over with the most delicate touch. I know it sounds like she was being gentle, but she caressed me without tickling me for so long. I grew erect and strained for some release, but I was constantly denied it. Her hands moved over me... I could not touch her. Her mouth on me... and I had to lie still. I ceased to be anything but something on which she could act. I was completely passive and while my body responded involuntarily... while my cock swelled... I was lost on an endless sea of constant pleasure. There was no prospect of release... there was no sign of intensity... there was just her hands... my skin... her mouth ... her tongue... my tingling skin... and the pleasure became so complete that I groaned for something to release me. Halfway into this she told me that I could not cum. But I knew that the way she was avoiding sustained direct stimulation that I was in no danger of that. This woman was a master at getting her instrument to play the exact sustained note she wanted... no more... no less. But there was no doubt that the direct order to keep my cock under control heightened the denial she was inflicting on me.

Eventually the whole of my body was quivering and I began to beg. I knew I could not beg for release. But I needed something. Something that she would give to me that I could use to cut through the haze of ecstasy in which I floated. I needed something with an edge and I knew that thing could only be pain.

"Hurt me," I urged. "Hurt me," I pleaded. "Hurt me, please," I implored. And she took pity and granted me this wish.

First, she took my nipple in her teeth. (Here I must tell you that I am not a big pain fetishist. I like the edge as much as the next person, but I've never sought to maximize what I could endure. This time would be different.) She bit. She bit down hard and I hissed in relief and pain. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." Finally, a change from the single note of endless pleasure, finally an oasis of pain -- of hardness -- something I could cling to. My right nipple ached and screamed from her teeth but I bore down and held that pain tightly. Her hand moved to my other nipple and set up a counter note of pain; my brain screamed in delight as I sought to hold my tongue and not scream in delight and agony. She kept up this pressure and then alternated. She continued this for a while, stopping only to let my poor abused nipples recover momentarily... to let the blood flow in a rush so they would be ever more tender for the next go 'round. Sometimes as she rested from inflicting this white hot sensation on my nipples she would let her hands go down to my cock. To tease it again to hardness, but never never allowing that stimulation to approximate anything close to cumming. She played the note of pleasure -- keeping that baseline -- while she played staccato pain with her teeth and fingers on my chest. When she saw that I was letting go of my grip on the headboard, she deftly stripped a pillow and tied my hands at the wrists with the case.

Ultimately when she had drained what pain she could from this part of my body, she rolled me over and across her body. I lay gasping and prostrate and awkward with my hands tied. But I gamely raised my ass to the sky as I grasped her plan. She wasted no time in administering sharp hard slaps to my ass. As with my nipples she alternated. She would take no mercy with one cheek and then as though she could read my gasps and hisses and the heat from my sore buttocks as indicating my limits, she would switch. Then she spread my legs further and began to deliver small smacks against my asshole before moving down slightly to hit me just above my taint and at the base of my cock. It is tender there, dear readers, but she was wise with her attention and the pain there would leap through my cock and cause my balls to tighten. It was exactly what I needed and she did not let up. I was lost in a cornucopia of pain ... my nipples still burned... my ass cheeks suffered... and now she was bringing the pain right to the base of my cock... my cock which pressed hard and dumbly against her thigh or belly. I don't quite remember, dazed as I was from the competing sensations of pleasure when she would pause and stroke me and the deliberate intensity of the pain she was subjecting me to. And still, I could not cum. And she knew I knew that. And did not remind me....

Finally, my body battered, my psyche beaten she relented... I lay exhausted across her and felt her delicate hands bathe my body again in pleasure... spent in a way I have rarely known, with her permission I crawled next to her and fell fast asleep....

Some time later, in the wee hours, I roused... she was sleeping or resting... I moved to lie against her body more closely. I wrapped myself around her and willed her to touch me again. I craved her hands on me... tired as I was... and again my body responded... my cock growing hard against her. Again she reminded me I could not come. And she was pleased I was hard. Complimenting my cock.. she allowed me to enjoy touching her again... and then she told me she wanted me in her, but only if I did not cum. I promised her I would try my best. She fixed with me a look that promised no good things if I failed.

I retrieved a condom for her and she rolled it on my cock. Once again I was made to lie back. But this time she lowered herself on me. My hands were banished to the headboard again. And she rocked down on my shaft and filled herself up with me. She did not have to tell me I was her piece of meat. I told her myself. I volunteered my absolute subservience to her and her pussy and she favored me by telling me that I was exactly right. I was nothing but a cock for her to use. And as she rode me slowly, greedily, without care or concern for my pleasure, her hand went to her clit. I settled into my complete position of submission as she rode my cock and her finger. She was in no rush. Her breathing came ragged and rushed but still she rubbed her sweet button while my shaft was consumed in her. I could feel her hand like a small furtive animal hungrily giving pleasure but after minutes and minutes she did not cum. Finally, instead she rested. I, however, was going nowhere. She explained that while I had slept she had made herself cum so this second time would take a while. I told her the only thing I could say, "Take as long as you need..." (My secret was that I had indulged a small blue pill earlier when she had first suggested that she would be in charge. I thought it would come in handy this night. )

For a second time she returned to her pleasure. My cock hard inside her. Her hand disappearing under her and her movements regular and urgent. Once again I lost myself in being only for her pleasure. Once again my hands gripped the headboard to hold myself still for her. After a while, she told me to stroke her back. I thanked her for this gift and felt her long broad back bent over me. I felt her lungs fill and empty as she worked herself towards orgasm. And once again after minutes and minutes of giving herself pleasure she bent over me and rested.

She complimented me for staying hard and after a respite. She returned to herself. I could feel that she was close. I could feel her heart pounding as my hand rested on her back. I could hear her breathes finding a new tempo. A tempo matching the movement of her hand. Now she ground herself on my cock. She moved her pelvis up and down gently. She allowed me to follow her movements. Now I felt a pressure build in her and louder and more desperate noises escaped her lips as she neared her crescendo. I steeled myself not to join her in release. She danced her small dance on my pelvis and then she pressed down and hard and gave voice to her pleasure. She shuddered and screamed a small scream of delight. And then that scream gave way to moans and her moans increased to groans and oh and oh and oh... she shook and trembled and then all at once was still...


She pulled herself off me slowly, holding the base of the condom and then collapsed next to and on top of me.

"God that was great she said...Thank you."

"Thank YOU," I responded. "You were great...."

And for the second time that night we lapsed into a state of exhaustion.

But as we lay there, as her energy returned, she returned to running her hands gently over my body. I had spent little energy as she had pleasured herself, so I writhed and moaned and she again found the places and pressures which sent me twitching. Again the sustained contact moved me into a place desperate for more... and again she told me I could not cum. I begged her to use her nails on me... and she obliged by turning me over to drag them hard and deep across my back while her other hand caressed my cock and balls. The combination of pleasure and pain once again was almost too intense to bear. Her sharp fingers moved lower and lower until she was teasing and torturing the delicate flesh around my asshole. She ceased that edge and then pushed her fingers against the opening. She put pressure on that tight puckered entry, but backed off without penetrating me. Finally, I could stand this no more.

"Fuck me," I whispered. "Fuck me with your finger," I begged. She sent me to get lube from my bedside and told me to roll over.

I lay on my back and raised my legs as she kneeled between my thighs and lubed her fingers and my hole. Gently she inserted a finger inside as i moaned in delight and anticipation. "Oh, oh, oh God..." I continued. And then in the darkness of the room, in the darkness of my ass, I lost all sense of what she did to me. I know she only gently leaned forward to put her cock between her tits. I know that sometimes she put my cock in her mouth, but he focus, her enduring lovely focus was my ass. She filled me with her fingers. I relaxed and took them deep. Sometimes one... maybe two... she moved them inside me... and I felt an entirely new feeling. I felt a wave of pleasure grow. It was no fast handed adolescent orgasm. No harsh rapid cumming... it was something else. It was a wave that grew in all my inner places like the tide coming in and filling the entire harbor. It pushed me up and and pulled me down at the same time. I was lost in it. And lost in the duration of it. It went on and on. My whole body fell away as the sensation in my ass and throughout the trunk and root of my being was all there was. I sensed her at the edge of my consciousness urging me forward with the magic of her fingers. She would not stop even as I know she tired. She pushed and twisted herself in my insides and I pulled my legs higher and further apart to accommodate her efforts. She was fucking me. But she wasn't just filling me up, she was finding something inside of me that had never been touched like that and she knew how to touch it just so. And as I joined her rythym and relaxed into how she filled me up and manipulated me I could feel something new... an orgasm... it grew and it grew. My cock was an afterthought... I was being pleasured sexually like never before. Her fingers pressed on me and I pressed back and then it was my turn... I groaned deeply... I shuddered massively... I trembled and I was spent. But as I orgasmed, my cock stayed full... my balls did not empty... I orgasmed like never before and it was all in my ass.

And it was amazing....

And then... and then... after she cleaned her hands... and I curled up under the covers...

then and only then...

we rested. Finally.